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THE BLOODFORGE

[personal profile] aryong 2016-07-04 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
"It's not a fight until your life is on the line. It's not a weapon until it's soaked in blood."
- 奇冬子

A rather peculiar forge found on the more barren end of the city. The decrepit building looks lifeless, and it is, save for the few souls that wander in searching for something new to carry in their arsenal.

The interior is filled to the brim with machinery and not a worker in sight--in fact, the machines work themselves. They hum to life at the command of a small altar; a stone pedestal with an ancient bowl on its top. Those looking for new arms need not specify anything--size, type, sharpness, weight--the altar knows exactly what you want. The altar listens. The altar understands.

All one needs is simple: blood. Fill the basin with blood and if the right quota is met, something the altar seems to decide itself, the ichor will drain into the altar and the machines will creak into life. They will pound metal, grind blades, meld barrels, temper steel--it will forge you the weapons of your dream. The amount of blood required, however, is unpredictable. A mundane blade could require two whole basins full. A legendary bow could require a few drops. Failure to meet the quota and attempts to escape will trigger a nightmare phase, and sometimes, the machinery itself will try and stop you.

Of course, it doesn't need to be your own blood.

Scavenging into the further reaches of the building will reveal old, withered corpses devoid of blood; along with the weapons that were forged out of them. Nobody recommends you take these weapons--some say they're cursed.

Oftentimes, the mechanical whirring sounds like singing.
Edited 2016-07-04 04:19 (UTC)