Rebirth and redemption

[Anastasia]

Perception and a d100.

[Iron Dragoon]

Peperception:

Take 10 for 58

[blockquote]Rolled 1d100 : 31, total 31[/blockquote]

[Anastasia]

It takes a bit of searching, but you come on a good, thick, flat rock in the forest.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa tries to teleport to the lava area for work!

[Anastasia]

Easy enough. Dolmaya stays on guard as...

Plan here?

[Iron Dragoon]

Well, let's go over what I actually have.

Some iron bug plates and bones
Some scales from the snake
Some crack crystals

That's everything?

[Anastasia]

Yes.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alright... I guess use one of the iron plates as a surface on the stone and one of the bones as a hammer. Use a second bone to make as best a circlet as I can, using the lava to heat it. Make some mountings and basic slots to hold the scales and crystal, having the scales surround the crystal to try and better hold it in.

[Anastasia]

Sure. What craft skills do you have?

[Iron Dragoon]

Craft: Armorsmithing/Blacksmithing/Caligraphy/Mapmaking/Weaponsmithing/Tailoring

[Anastasia]

Give me general blacksmithing here.

[Iron Dragoon]

Craft: Blacksmithing/Cunning Knowledge:

[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+82 : 18 + 82, total 100[/blockquote]

[Anastasia]

Iron from a defeated predator.

Scales of a Child of Jormugandr, cured in countless eons of combat.

Crystals, thrumming with magic, even cracked as they are.

Together you make a tiara that would be something worthy of a masterwork for a lesser smith. It comes together elegantly - stylish cracks all over to match the crystals, the entire circlet on the verge of collapse. Yet it is solid as steel, the metal melted enough to forge and shape it. Hours pass as you work, Dolmaya sitting nearby as you do. As the sun's light pales and night looms, you at last have your circlet, complete and ready.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa wipes the sweat off of her face, smearing the carbon slag over her face a bit and turns to Dolmaya, showing the circlet to her.

"Well, I think this is the best I can do at the moment..."

[Anastasia]

"It's gorgeous," Dolmaya leans in to study it with a smile, "It's like wearing a rippled tunic or skirt - done stylishly and it looks right rather than that you're wearing torn clothes."

Clapping.

Strength of Light comes from behind the trees, holding a pair of dresses. "I come bearing gifts and congratulations," he calls, tossing the dresses to Dolmaya, who catches them. Once she does he looks away as Dolmaya quickly dresses.