Dust and blood

[Anastasia]

You can see it. The blood of your kin mixes with the gemstone - the sheer light and vitality of your divine realm. It sinks in as newfound power is keyed to it, charged up. It would make a wonderful gem in a pendant or similar magical item, for it seems a gift from your realm.

[Iron Dragoon]

"Fascinating! How did you know to do that?"

[Anastasia]

"I don't know how. It's like I always did," Father says distractedly, "Though I think Emily mentioned something about gemstones like this one time."

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa nods and takes the gem back, "Well! That's for later. Now that we have our tools, let's go make the dwarf who found this a gift!"

Alyssa takes them back to Baryin.

[Anastasia]

Just so I can be clear mechanically, do you mean anything special with the tools you'll make?

[Iron Dragoon]

Was going to use Words of Creation to make them while I forge. Sort of a test run.

[Anastasia]

The dwarf awaits you as you return and...

Go ahead, feel free to be as showy as you like and I'll adjudicate.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa breaks out her equipment, the anvil and hammer she made with the Word of Creation, each glowing oddly and catching the eye oddly, and an assortment of tongs and tools.

"I know you dwarves practically pioneered smithing, but today... Today I hope to show you something a bit.. different."

Calling on her divine powers she calls forth ingots of adamantine, enough to forge a pick, shovel, and pans for mining.

"You know what this is, but..."

Alyssa calls on her SLAs and uses Heat Metal to warm it, holding the metal with her bare hands and relying on her spells to protect her. (Elemental Body: Fire)

Once heated, she begins working on the pick axe first, speaking to the nature of the metal and her intent, Perfect mining.

[Anastasia]

Give me a craft check real quick and I'll start to hash it all out, too.

[Iron Dragoon]

Blacksmithing/Cunning Knowledge:

[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+88 : 19 + 88, total 107[/blockquote]

[Anastasia]

Tools.

It's so easy like this, to craft and forge and create. You lose yourself in it as you make them, each one gorgeous and well made. They come into being as you work, half willed and half created with your own hands.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa finishes her work, putting the final touches, polish, and details on them with her father, then turns to Baryin, using a small bit of quick magic to clean herself, her father, and the tools up, offering them to the dwarf.

"These should serve you well for a very, very long time."

[Anastasia]

Baryin looks over the tools, ones that look perfect and well made, and he bows deeply, "Never have I seen such wonderful tools," he murmurs, "Thank you," he says, voice gruff.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa smiles at him, "A suitable reward, then?"

[Anastasia]

A quick, fervent nod is your answer.