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Reforged Resurgence	Sitting between a botanist's shop and a general store is an unassuming blacksmith's shop, which produces all of the expected noises and smoke of steel being worked. A sign swings above the front door: "RR Smithing". Through the dusty front window, by the light of a fire, a small figure can be spotted, hammering away at something on an anvil.
Amethyst	A Raksha willing to perform the rite. This is what has the young alchemist wandering the streets of Great Forks. It might had been a good idea to bring someone with her, just in case, but she just had a thought that of all of the places she could find a fae willing to help a Dragon-blooded, it would be here in this city. And Amethyst had heard of this strange smith only a neighborhood away from her alchemy shop. Some think he's a fae, others think some manner of spirit twisted by the wyld, or perhaps a wyld mutant out and out. And so, she closed her shop early, and has taken a chance to meet this fellow. Amethyst ducks into the shop, her ears recoiling slightly with the sounds of smithing. And with a voice that raises just above the sounds of the forge, "Uh, hello there." Concerned ears go back.
Reforged Resurgence	At first, there's no response. The hammer blows continue to fall. Then the figure calls back, "Not taking clients right now. Come back in ten minutes."
Amethyst	The alchemist tilts her head just slightly, rolls her eyes a little bit, and leaves. She leans against the shop's outside, and just starts flicking her little silver canisters, each flick making the distinct silvery metal sound. It's almost like she's keeping in rhythm with the smith's only work.
Reforged Resurgence	The steady hammer blows continue on for a few minutes before they suddenly stop. Then, a great hiss fills the air for a mere second before giving way to the sound of a stone continuously grinding against a sword. After another minute, the door opens with a dull thud, and out walks a haggard, Wyld-touched twig of a man. He stands barely three feet tall, with rot-green skin, a worn brown leather apron, and a cloud of frazzled, coal-black hair. In his hand is a sword, which he inspects in the sunlight for a second before looking around with a squint. "You don't look like the type to ask for a weapon I can help you with, and you don't look like you're wearin' armor, so unless you have a horse, a pot, or a frying pan, I can't help you."
Amethyst	"No need for an alchemist, huh? Something to give a little magic to the steel?" Amethyst grins. "Tho I am curious if you have the talents to work jade." The glint of the metal canister catches the sunlight as she grabs into her hand. She straightens herself up and does her best to look more impressive, and looks at him. She is also touched by the wyld, but only in her ears. The rest, she looks like a Dragon-Blooded. Violet eyes like shining water, purple hair like a sunset, and a faint violet tinge to her skin. Tho she's clearly not from any House or Gens, given that she wears clothing more fitting for a skilled artisan than for an Exalted. And her face clearly shows that she wants him to notice the fact that she is one of the Dragon-Blooded.
Reforged Resurgence	There's a blink. Recognition. "Uh. I might have need for you, in some future project. And I do have what it takes to work jade. It's just been a while since the last time a client asked for something that exotic." He looks to the sword and gestures up with it. "Most people just want simple things, like this, and I can churn out a simple weapon like this while most people are gettin' lunch. If I put my mind to it, I could probably fill an armory in a few hours." He stops himself, and lowers the sword. "What's it to you? I'll answer questions for anyone, but not just anyone asks about jade, so I've gotta ask my own questions."
Amethyst	"Well, to me it might be the difference between walking around without armor and having something I can fit into. But I fear the armor I've acquired will not fit me. And not just anyone can work with Jade." Amethyst says. She glances about, and towards the rooftops, before looking back at the smith. "Perhaps we best discuss things further in your shop?" Amethyst makes a motion towards it.
Reforged Resurgence	He looks at her skeptically for a moment before pointing inside with his free hand. "After you. I insist."
Amethyst	Amethyst nods and heads inside of the shop, heading far enough in so that prying ears might not try to steal her secrets. "It is a long story, but I've taken up the armor of an old Dragon. The armor was not made for someone of my stature." She's 'only' a foot and a half taller than him, after all. She glances over the fellow. "I'm sure you can understand that. I'm Yim Amethyst, by the way." She offers a hand. "Who might you be?"
Reforged Resurgence	Checking the street outside, the man closes the door behind him and sets the sword aside. "Reclaimed Resurgence." He approaches Amethyst, but ignores her hand. "I put 'RR' on the sign so my less literate clients wouldn't get confused. And of course, a lot of people end up calling me 'Smith' or 'Smithy' anyway. Price of the trade." He pauses. "You wanted some armor shortened?"
Amethyst	"That would be the idea, yes." The Alchemist nods. "But," now that the door's closed, and the two are alone, "I actually came to ask a fairly strange favor of you." She stares at Resurgence, looking him over. "I'm looking for a Raksha that can help me with my goals."
Reforged Resurgence	Resurgence glares at her. "A Raksha. You came to me, looking for a Raksha."
Amethyst	Half step back, flash of silver in her hand, ears back. "Uh, well, yes. I take it by that response that you are not one." The Dragon braces herself for whatever this smith is about to say, and perhaps she regrets not bringing any of her friends with her.
Reforged Resurgence	"You don't have any idea why I look like shit, do you." Resurgence pulls the apron off over his head and reaches behind his back to pull at a ratlike tail, which coils around his hand. "Or why I have this? No idea, whatsoever, and you stroll riiiiight into my shop like I'm some fucking convenient contact for you. You can go ahead and try to kill me, but you'll know why I'm pissed at you before you die."
Amethyst	Ears go down. And she noticibly puts whatever she got into her hand back into one of her pouches. The wind is knocked out of the young fae-blooded Dragon. She bows her head, "My apologies." There's a sigh. "The Wyld has cursed me and you both then, it would seem." She has fins that were held so tightly against her hand that they weren't even noticible until she unfolds them. Her skin shimmers, and scales fade into view. She removes the wraps from her feet to reveal her rather flipper-like feet. Of course, her mutations make her look more exotic and less... horrific. "I assure you if not for my mastery over sorcery, I would not look much better." And then she looks back up to him. "Perhaps I could help you in the same way." Her eyes now have slitted pupils. "Of course I understand the wyld's touch. It's what brought out the Dragon's Blood in me in the first place. But these mutations? I was born with them."
Reforged Resurgence	Resurgence releases his tail, and relaxes his stance, breathing heavily. "I guess that makes us both sorry. Raksha are a sore spot for me, you couldn't have known without asking. But, if you're gonna seek one out, I might as well go with you. I've learned to protect myself from the Wyld's influence." At last, he steadies his breathing. "Oh, and apology accepted. I can get you some water or something, if you'd like."
Amethyst	"I'd just talk to my mother about it, but of course it can be a little tricky even when the fae are literally one of your parents." Amethyst explains. "As for me? I need to quest against the wyld. And I lack the shaping ability to initiate it myself. If I succeed, I'll have earned the right to carry some measure of its power back with me." The fae-blood's tattoos glow and shimmer more intensely. And there's a sorcerous feeling of essenec churning around her. "Just as I did the last time. But this time I intend to earn the right to use some measure of its power like the Raksha themselves, and have a story grand enough to complete my tattoos and grant myself immunity to the wyld's twisting power." Absolutely zero concern as to what will happen if she fails.
Reforged Resurgence	A nod. "Ambitious, but admirable." Resurgence walks over to a rack of sword sheaths, picks one out, and walks over to where he had laid his work. "And it's starting to sound like you won't need me until later." Sheathing the sword, he looks to Amethyst. "Right? I mean, it doesn't look like you have the armor with you."
Amethyst	"It's true. I'm just doing the legwork to figure it out at this point. I'll call everyone together once I have all the pieces set and we can find a way into the wyld. Oh, and I'll probably stop by sometime soon with the armor and a promise to lend you my services when you do inevitably need someone who can enchant a blade." She grins a little bit. "How's that sound?"
Reforged Resurgence	Resurgence smirks. "You're interesting alright, but not interesting enough to trade a favor for a promise." The smirk fades. "If you bring in whatever you need for enchantment, you could enchant my sword while I work on the armor. How's that?"
Amethyst	"Sounds like a fine arrangement to me." The Alchemist offers a hand to close the deal. "And, not to offend you, but what /are/ you? You're no mortal, nor a spirit, nor a one who harnesses the gifts of the wyld if that's your attitude towards Raksha."
Reforged Resurgence	With a step forward, Resurgence takes her hand and shakes it. "I was once a scion of a house that no one cares about anymore. Let's just say...there was a man who disappeared for a long time. None knew that he was alive when he was needed, and none dishonored him for the belief that he was dead. Where he might have reappeared, a twisted little goblin came to be instead. It is better for everyone that he remains dead."
Amethyst	Blink. Eartwitch. A brief moment of her lost in her thoughts as she stares at him. "You're." The Dragon is almost speechless. "You're a Dragon-Blooded too." Words that hang like a thick fog. She seems so fascinated by this little fact. There's a pause in her again, and finally she says. "...You're the first I've ever met since Exalting." She steps back a little in a mixture of emotions.
Reforged Resurgence	"Yeah, well, that just means I got lucky. Life was easy for me when I'm not fighting other people on my level. Before I got twisted into...this...I could afford anything I wanted because my skills could pay for it all, I was a rising star in my house, and it was only a matter of time before I had a kid of my own, kicking just as much ass as I ever did. But everywhere I went, my peers were vying for power and fame and control, always looking for some way to screw their so-called friends out of promotions and rewards." He leans in. "You want a taste of Dragon-Blooded life? Bar the doors of a full brothel, hand out knives, and promise fistfuls of obols to whoever can win a popularity contest without getting stabbed."
Amethyst	Amethyst is silent a bit. She is considering it, but then she speaks. "Imagine if instead, you lived in a city of whores, thieves, and shadows: A city of eternal night on the coast of the Dreaming Sea. And one day you overhear your mother and father speaking in a tongue they did not think you yet understood, and heard that you were the reason that we were living here rather than on the Blessed Isle." "My birth name should have been Peleps Ametis. But for even suggesting the notion that I be taken in by the house, my father's entire household was struck from the ledger. And it was not long after then that we were erased except for me, my mother, and I. And then one day, she takes me to her own home at the bottom of the Dreaming Sea. And there was a land of madness that I never quite understood, and unliked my mother and her children before me, I was still second rate. I passed all of my trials, I did enough to earn all of my tattoos, yet instead I only got the ones on my arms that allow me to channel to the sorcerous power within me. And instead I was sent away for reasons unknown." "And now I am here in Decadance, city of gods: Where Gods openly rule over others. And it is here that perhaps this outcaste will finally find a place for herself. That is why I must go to the wyld on my own terms."
Reforged Resurgence	Resurgence slowly nods. "...That's a story and a half. And the Wyld will help you find your place in the world, huh."
Amethyst	Amethyst nods a little bit. "It once cursed me. I figure it's about time it lends me its aid."
Reforged Resurgence	"You know what? Forget about payment on delivery. Call the armor a favor. Deal?" Resurgence offers a hand.
Amethyst	Amethyst grins at the smith. "Sounds good to me." Shake.