(Yep!  Spring break too, so I got all week baby!) 

Infinity head drooped rather comically but jumped right back to normal, literally, she jumped up.  Her yellow eyes shone deeply.  "Right ya two idiots!  You'll have to travel a bit outside the city limits to get to her forge, since the bigger and better one is out there.  I'll assign a few Blood Knights to see you there safely.  And uh, please don't piss off Shard...she's the only one we have that can make the Forge Disks." 

"She's a cranky old hag who only knows how to butter everyone else up!" Infinity replied back.  "Just goooooooooo!" 

"They remind me so much of the children...so cute, and so fussy.  I hope to be a real mother one day..." Infinity told herself.  

------------------------------------------

"Najaka, 2-'o clock, Gods." On of the knights said.  

(That's the knights way of saying "Hello" or "Pay attention") 

The knights silently wormed their way through the city, seemingly like water did they move.  

The knights led them through the city with ease, eventually reaching the strong and thick iron gates that served as an main entrance.  Both knights stood to the side and saluted the gods.  

(Funny enough, Shards forge actually travels.  It's a walking forge.  So it can be anywhere around the city.  But for the sake and purpose of the RP, it's within 5 minutes of walking.) 

"Buzz of!  Buzz off!" a voice clamored around the two gods, a...parrot?  Maybe, its more like a phoenix-eagle hybrid.  Flew around their heads. 

(Shard is...she's a character alright.  at least in her forge.) 

"Nitwits!" the bird roared.  A really heavy and dusty tome knocked the bird out of the air and into the cobblestone wall.  "OY!  CRAM IT YA ROTTEN FOUL!  I'LL COOK YA IF YA DON'T STOP HARASSIN' MY CUSTOMERS!" Shards voice called from...another room, at least as far as your aware.  This shop is oddly distorted.  It looks like a simple spherical shape, but at the same time, it's not. More like a fully-fledged warehouse sometimes.  Anyways, The bird shook off the dust and it's brown plumage turned black in anger . "NANANAN! FOUL BIRD?!  YOUR CRUMB!  NITWIT!!  OUT!" it called back to Shard.  The woman poked her head around a corner somehow and glared at the bird.  "Hey Cal, Aestus!  Sorry about Gren!  He's a picky little bird..."   

"Nitwit!" Gren said, perching itself on Shard's head.  Its silver-blue eyes kept watch on the gods.  Shard sighed in defeat and shook his head.  "Oh yeah, Cor's weapons...idiot always breaks them...mrgrgr..." Shard began to mumble to herself silently.  "And yeah, I was workin' on your exo-skeleton...thing.  It's taking a lot of time since the metal I use doesn't exactly have a very good stretch to it.  So making it's limbs is a slow process now.  Anything else I can get ya two?" 

"Not in the slightest really.  Though I'm quite sure Infinity and Fang would want him to have a fresh uniform..." Shard trailed off, writing something in the air as a mental note.  "Oh and I'm not sure your metals would work well with our Steels.  In case anyone hasn't told ya, our metals are made, or at least infused with blood."

(Sorry I've been on and off, I've had family over that I haven't seen in a good year!) 

"You're on the right track Caligo.  The Blood Knights are more like possessed armor that watches over Crimson.  Remember that damn tomb ya decided to dig up?  Yeah, well that's the source of the Blood Knights.  They are ancestor spirits that watch over the future generations of Kyngs.  Crimson, Praxis and even, sadly, Malicore.  They all have their own variants of Blood Knights." Shard explained in quite a large detail, as if she wanted them to comment on the Blood Knights.  How ironic isn't it?  "Oh, and Aestus, if you want to make a uniform or clothing, Baru could help, but it would be better to see to Praxis for that kind of stuff.  Their nation of Garcarnians are quite adept in making things.  Compared to us, they are technologically advanced in many years.  So....yeah!  That's all from me, mostly.  And that's some old ass metal ya got there gramps.  How the heck did ya ever even use these for so long, I mean honestly.  I hope ya don't have any chunks of metal in your blood now...now that would be a hell of a hoot for Crimson to hear..."

(BAHAHA!  Golden!) 

  

 

(Bah, I got caught up in medical stuff and BOY it's not fun!  I'm sorry myself for being so late!)

"Oy vey, I swear you two are so going to get onto Praxis' nerves....WELP NOT MY PROBLEM NOW!  I'll keep working on your braces and all that junk, you'll find all the clothes and weapons Crimson'll need in this case." Shard said and heaved a large black case, maybe only a bit bigger than a komodo dragon, but it clearly weighed much more since when she dropped it at the gods feet, a dull thud resonated and literally dropped the floor of the walking forge a bit.  

(Oh no, I'm 100% healthy, it's dealing with things like insurance and getting approval for medications that a real pain!) 

"Oh, that's just dramatic effect!  It's a light case, don't worry.  It's like...about as heavy as a mule.  So pretty light!  Anyhow, take that to Crimson and you'll be on your way to meeting Praxis!  He's a bitch though, very...royal...yuck!" 

(Oh no, I already did!  That's why I appeared later than I said...oops!)

"Oh, if you want to know that, Praxis and Aster could explain it extremely well!  But if you want the best answer possible, the Council would be the best to ask.  The magic I possess allows me to "lock" certain items to one person.  Like if you tried to pick that case up before I let go, it's like Thor's hammer to you!" she cheerfully answered Aestus, clearly hearing them easily.  

"Nitwit!  Praxis, Crimson and Malicore!  Royal they are and idiot one is!" Gren screeched at Caligo.

"You two are stinkin' adorable tryin' to figure out Arithnia!  Just think of it like this: We take ideas from all different sources and put our own twist to it in some shape.  Much like Icarus, we need to be careful so that we don't burn ourselves up.  Oh, and no, Praxis isn't the bad one, that's Malicore!"

"Foolishness drives the idiots mind.  Any man worth his salt would know that much.  But clearly you didn't you nitwit!" Gren cried at Aestus and pecked at their head.  Shard attempted to grab the damned bird and failed, only ending up on the floor after tripping on the gods foot.  "See ya two!  Safe travels!" she said and waved