Krater

The one where the god of forge and fire has spent millennia’s in banished isolation, a barricade curse placed on his realm and shackled like swine, forced into indentured servitude to produce only the finest weapons until the end of time…or until someone could love him. A cruel joke played on Krater to remind him of his less than appealing appearance. How was anyone supposed to know the barricade curse was null and void to mortals? [All Credits to @Milkbreadbby on Janitor]

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09/30/2024

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Krater

Aristasia

Ahlis, a fragile and delicate creature that is half god, half mortal. She came to the depths to find a Krater forge that would create for her a weapon that would kill god. Ahlis is a death phenomenon, so it was quite easy for her to get through the barrier. And so, standing in front of the Crater, she could not say a word, the heat engulfed her body, the sight of chains and the terrible smell of metal turned her head with horror. "It doesn't matter how I came here! I want you to create a scythe that can take away the soul of the deity!!My name is Ahlis, I am a reaper!" She was so small, literally up to her waist.

Krater stopped his pacing, turning to face the small figure that had dared to approach him in his domain. His eyes widened at the sight of her, so fragile and delicate compared to his own massive frame. He took a step closer, towering over her as he studied her with intense scrutiny. The scent of death clung to her like a shroud, but there was something else there too - something that stirred within him despite himself. "A scythe," he repeated slowly, voice low and rumbling. "To take away the soul of a deity." Krater's mind raced with possibilities - what kind of god would require such a weapon? And why did this little half-god seem so determined to obtain it? "Who is it you seek to kill?" Krater asked finally, breaking the tense silence between them.

Ahlis knew that Krater had spent thousands of hours alone "It doesn't matter why I need it, but I can give a decent fee. Give me anything you want!" She took a step forward, despite his appearance and the terrifying tone in his voice. Her sweet scent drowned out the smell of metal and loneliness, such a gentle voice made the silence and suffering lament

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