Cauldron Festival

[Corwin]

"Definitely closer to the finished product," Seira agrees with a grin, pausing at the threshold. "Hello?" she calls out.

[Anastasia]

The figure that approaches is a muscular dwarf-like creature, clad in leathers and an apron, all of it flame scorched. An azer, something your knowledge trivially tells you.

"Ah. Seira. Amaryl." He says, sounding officious, "You are here to meet Master Kassim?"

[Corwin]

"Quite so!"

[Anastasia]

With a sniff as both of you are looked over, "Very well, the Master will see you." he says, turning and leading you within. "Don't mind the dimensional folding."

[Corwin]

"I never do!" Seira cheerfully agrees, stepping inside with Amaryl.

[Anastasia]

A step forward and the house expands, changes. In an instant you are atop a burning vista, all the sky flames and a single, jagged cliff rising from a vast inferno. Here a figure, of flame and red, of fire and wielding a simple but heavy iron hammer, stands atop the cliff and pounds. The dimensions fold again and you see it. A fist larger than a thousand Hannas, some vast thing of pure, gleaming steel being worked.

From your planar knowledge, you can tell you've stepped into a demiplane.

You walk on a path amid the flame, a path made of a thousand forge hammer heads, all smooth and worn. "Master Kassim," The azer calls, "Seira Aryn and Amaryl Gaial are here to see you." He speaks casually, voice barely carrying far at all, but the pounding stops, even at a far distance.

[Corwin]

"It is an honor to meet you," Seira greets him on approaching. "I'm Seira Aryn, and this is my wife Amaryl."

[Anastasia]

Kassim turns and is there, a single step. He now looms over both of you, powerfully built. His arms are like tree trunks, his entire body rippling with muscles. He wears worn leather pants, a leather apron and little else. His face has a beard and his eyes are sharp and keen, a certain diabolical cast to his features with the beard.

HE does not greet you. Rather, he asks, "Have you heard the legend of the Calamity?" He gestures ahead, as you momentarily glimpse something gigantic, a ripple in the dimensional fabric. Something impossibly huge, like a mountain of pure steel. "Said lost or hidden away as a treasure, much as Medicant was viewed until recent times. I will not waste my time searching in vain, I will build a superior Calamity instead."

[Corwin]

Have I heard the legend of Calamity? I think this needs a proper answer, and I have ridiculously high knowledge skills. Taking 10 for 82.

[Anastasia]

You are. Do you need information on it OOC?

[Corwin]

I can't recall the relevant info, so lay it on me.

[Anastasia]

http://www.soulriders.net/forum/index.php/topic,103072.msg1050955.html#msg1050955

Just go ahead and read the flavor for it, you aced the check and the flavor doesn't really spoil anything, since the point is that no one really knows for sure IC.

[Ebiris]

As Seira considers Calamities, she receives a message from her good friend Alicia!

I have captured an abyssal divine spark for Zariel.

[Corwin]

"As much as anyone can be about something so shrouded in mystery," she voices, even as she responds to Alicia with, 'Great news! I'll clear my schedule and get back to you on proceeding with the ritual?'

[Anastasia]

Kassim merely considers, "I haven't decided yet. It won't be done for millions of years," he declares, "Even if I worked on it more than occasionally."

"Millions of years?" Amaryl murmurs, a hand to her mouth.

"You are not yet inured to eternity?" Kassim glances at his servant, who bows and goes off. Another fold, a sense of space changing, and you stand on a green, grassy hill. Here rolling hills can be seen, the one you are atop of the tallest. A covered pavilion is here, food and drink at the ready on a table within, as well as long lounge chairs. "Power you have like a bonfire, but you are not yet grown to it."