What the Blacksmith Said.

The planning meeting lasted until midnight when the group decided to get some sleep.  After about 2 hours of sleep Rekka arose, and making sure she was dressed for the day. She left to go find Isaac. It wasn’t hard, he was coming back into the inn as she reached the ground floor. See him she said, “Well, either we can scout out the evil temple. or we can travel to the horde, not the dwarf place, gather need money supplies and then head to town, using the cover of darkness to get inside. Well find some place to stay and wait for the shops to open. maybe even talk of plan of attack. or how we are going to split up the shopping list."

“I was beginning to think you'd never wake up, Rekka. Before we leave you need to stop by the blacksmith's forge. You might not need to return to Sardik's city after all.” He said.

“Truly? Then shall we or shall I leave and check it out?”  she said, tilting her head to the right. Unsure of his meaning.

“Truly. I've just returned from there. You had best go by yourself for now. You'd probably ask me to wait outside even if I did.”

       Rekka eyes Isaac suspiciously but he missed it since the blindfold is in the way.  Still a little foggy she couldn’t think of what he could possilbly mean.  Deciding it best just to go and figure it out then. Rekka left the inn and head for the Blacksmiths.

Stepping inside, Rekka sees an older man, powerfully built, working the forge, and beside him is his assistant, a young boy in his teens. Both are covered in soot and sweat from their labors. They're both concentrating hard on whatever it is that they're making. From her angle, all she can see is a layer of steam and smoke hovering just over their hands. This was strange, since her new eyes have not been hampered by such mundane things before. As the door shuts, the old man looks up and smiles at her. "There you are, Sangrail, come on over, we're just about done." At the sound of his voice, his form changes ever so slightly, as well as that of his assistant. Rekka now recognize them as the Blacksmith from Podunk...and Billy.

“WHAT THE *halfing word*?” Rekka exclaims, shocked beyond belief at what she was seeing.  

Billy looked as he did in life. Even when he had the hat of disguise, he never looked quite right. But now Billy looks healthy and truly alive.

"Well now I know why Isaac said what he said." she said as she moves forward, and waited for them to finish their work.

The blacksmith motions towards a chair at his side. "My son has told me of your friendship with him, how you were the only one who could still see him as a person after his undeath. The only one who still thought redemption was possible for him...I do not blame your companions for their mistrust of Billy, or for the manner in which Billy's undeath was ended. Billy's state was a frightful one, even the gods fear the Soultrapped, for they cannot kill them, but a powerful enough Soultrapped could slay a god or devil just as easily as they could a mortal. Regardless, I thank you for giving my son your faith and friendship. In return, we have fashioned this for you." He and Billy lift a suit of armor out of the forge. The metal is strange, almost transparent, shifting between metallic and misty every moment. "You are from a noble bloodline, Sangrail, and it is of the utmost importance that you, above all others, sees this quest through to the end. For if you fall, this world and all else may very well fall with you. You are the last Sangrail, the only one with the power to set right all the errors the pantheon has made. Your friends may help you, but in the end it will rest on you to save us all."

"And so," Billy chimes in, "We decided that it would be a good idea if we made it a bit more difficult for you to be killed. Kind of silly letting the last hope of the universe run around in nothing but cloth."

"Right," the blacksmith agrees, "So we have fashioned you a set of Fog Armor. Completely unbreakable, light as mist, and flexible as your own skin, this is truly the armor of the gods."

"If ever you need us," the blacksmith continued, "use this to summon us to your location." He hands Rekka a card, "Just throw it on the ground and within a days time we will appear somewhere in your vicinity."

Dumbfrounded, she accepts the armor. She points to the blacksmith "You’re his…" points to Billy "…father? Then something hit her more, “If you knew that I was this Sangrail.” she tries to repeat it the same way as blacksmith, “why not tell me then when we first met?”

“I did, you just didn't hear it.” He said, “There are probably other things I've said that you still haven't heard. It's all part of who and what you are. Don't worry, though, it'll all make sense, eventually. And yes, I am Billy's father."

"Well then I am to thank you for not only this,” she said, lifting the armor and card, “but the cloak as well. I should thank you for the others as well. they might be a...well they would thank you too.” A thought came to Rekka’s mind and she asked, “Could I bother you for a few more items? I have three weapons I need to be made or found.”

"Of course, anything you want and we will do what we can for you." Billy’s Father said.

Rekka told them the weapons that she would like to be made. She as Don the Armor. It fit very well, she wouldn’t even knew it was there if she hadn’t just put it on. When that was done she said, "Thank you again. One last question," She removed her blindfold, and opens her eyes, "This mark, as I've been told that it has been used before, although not in this form. Will this allow certain people to "watch me" and hence find me?”
"The mark is nothing more than a symbol. It has no special properties in and of itself, but those eyes...those eyes need to be removed. In here they won't work right for Highnulfia, but elsewhere, they will allow for scrying on everything you do...I need to remove them."

Find that her fear were founded although not in the way she thought it was, she nods her head. Softly she says "Highnulfia, Highnulfia, Highnulfia, Highnulfia" wanting to remember the name.

The blacksmith grabs a pair of red hot tongs from the furnace. "Hold still. This will be excruciating." He moves to remove your eyes.

Rekka stayed as still as she could, but the pain was worse than when she first lost her eyes. A scream pass over her lips without being able to stop it. The pain continued even after the crystals had been removed.

"I'll have Billy escort you back. We'll see about getting you a more proper replacement for your eyes, but for now you'll need to rest the empty sockets."

Still in pain and feeling a little weak she was just able to nod her head. Shakely she replaces the blindfold and allows Billy to escort her out. Under breath Rekka repeated the same sentence over and over. It was in halfing but roughly translates as “Darn that hurt like a Giraffe Kneed Bilge Sponge.”

If anyone was watching the streets at this time at night, the would see Rekka returning to the inn with a stranger. She has billy help her to Isaac's room, where she knocks on the door and then called for Jessica. Isaac came out and a look of shock overcame his calm face.

“Wha?! What in the 9 hells happened to you?” he asked

Unsure if it was really Isaac, Rekka asked Isaac’s password, "what the weather for today?”

“Absolutely miserable, but it doesn't look like you'd agree.” Isaac said, not skipping a beat.

Rekka turned to Billy and say "Thank you, I'll see...I'll met both of you tonight." She then turns to where Isaac voice is, "I'll need a little help, blind as a bat you know."

 Billy gave her over to Isaac and left. Rekka directed Isaac to her room. Jessica was awake by this time and was just as shocked as Isaac at the sight of Rekka. “Isaac, do you know who that was?”

“Yes Rekka, I am aware of who that was. You said you'd be seeing them again tonight?” he asked, helping Rekka sit on the bed.

“Yes to get other things but Allow me explain from the beginning.   I went in and the blacksmith and his assistant knew who I was. No kidding since he was the same on in Poldunk. the one that disappeared. Jess the very one that told you stories. Anyway Issac you were right, Soultrapping that's what it called. the thing that happened to Billy. anyway It's very dangerous, even the gods fear them, since they cannot kill them but the soultrapped can kill gods easily as killing a mortal." she allows this to sink in, before going on.
"The blacksmith told me that I must, I must, set right all the errors of the patheon had made. That I must see the quest to its end and not fall before that otherwise the whole world and...all else. would, or was it could, fall with me."
"Anyway they gave me this," pulling at the armor she is now wearing (sorry I forgot to say she put it on in the PM/IM).
The metal is strange, almost transparent, shifting between metallic and misty every moment.
"I asked for some things to be made and before I left i asked about the marks in my eyes. the blacksmith told me that they had no power or special properties in and of itself but the crystals eyeballs did... in a bad way." Rekka removed the Blindfold, the burn marks around her eyes are evident. she opens her eye lips and there once again is nothing. "So he removed him." she close her eyes and replaced the blindfold. "I'm afraid that anyone that might be scrying on us, it would have been easy to do so through me with those eyes." she half frowns on that. "Take that into account for what we do now."
"Isaac, or you jess have you...never mind, I'll ask another time. it's not really important right now."

“Eech, that's quite the monumental decision you made there.” He said about her eyes, “Any idea what you want to do about seeing now? There is a cleric of Saint Cuthburt in town if you want to look,” he chokes a little, “into attempting a restoration spell. And the armor... suits you well.”

“I wouldn't have allowed him to take the crystals eyes if I didn't believe he would be able to do something. and thanks.”