Surraruthru and spellhoarding (Surraruthru)

[Anastasia]

"I have something in mind," Latha says, then turns to Calleigh. "Calleigh, what sort of weapon do you want?"

[Yuthirin]

"Oh well I dunno, I'm not so weapony, if you understand. But! I do favor the bow! A tiny bow!" Calleigh pulls a very small bow from her very small bag of holding and says proudly, "It's almost as annoying as I am!"

[Anastasia]

"You're not annoying at all," Latha says, "A bow, then?"

[Yuthirin]

"I haven't started trying yet! I'm real good at it!" Calleigh says proudly. "Also, yes. A bow! See?" Calleigh hands over her own tiny bow.

+2 tiny shortbow, evil outsider bane

[Anastasia]

"May I see it? Since you already have a weapon, I can make this one better instead, if you want," Latha offers.

[Yuthirin]

"I just handed it to you!" Calleigh says, looking confused.

[Anastasia]

Oh sorry, misread. The perils of posting when zonked and headachy. Regardless, her offer still stands, so say yes or no to it?

[Yuthirin]

"Whatever you think is best. I just blast people."

[Anastasia]

Your bow is taken to the forges. Here it is worked, not bursting aflame despite the fires that engulf it. Latha watches it, counting the seconds until 70 aloud. She then removes it, examines it closely and nods, "As I thought. A simple task, as your own celestial nature has influenced it."

Your bow now has the holy weapon property.

[Yuthirin]

"Yay! Thanks!" Calleigh takes the bow back.

[Anastasia]

"You're welcome," Latha says, smiling. "Come with me, Surraruthru."

[Iron Dragoon]

Surraruthru rises to his feet and meanders along after her, idly inspecting the decor as they go.

[Anastasia]

It's a forge. There's forges for fire, vats of water for cooling and so forth. Fairly like a mortal one on a glance. It's the inhabitants that change it. Celestials work here, striking with perfect accuracy. It's more like Afina's forges than the works of mortals, products coming out flawless, not a scrap wasted.

You are lead beyond this, to a room in the back. Here hundreds of weapons and suits of armor are on display, from the smallest dagger to the largest sets of full plate. They range in size from fit for a pixie to too large for even Hanna to wield effectively. Some are plain, others are decorated, covered in runes or inlaid with precious metals or gems.

"Here our weapons wait for wielders or to be sent to our troops," Latha explains, "One room of many."

[Iron Dragoon]

"Of many? Impressive. Perhaps I should begin a collection hall or armory in my lair. Though the practical side of me winced at the thought of it all going unused."

[Anastasia]

"An army needs much supply," Latha says, flying ahead. She goes to one weapon in particular - a bardiche, mounted on the wall. The haft is pale ashwood and the head is gleaming mithral.

"Arvir, the unsigned." Latha takes it down, "It is meant for the slaying of yugoloths, yet we have never found a wielder that feels right for it. With your recent deeds, perhaps you are the one, or it would rest more comfortably with you."