You're gonna need a sword (Open)

[Merel]

This city wanted to keep her bored. At last even the last part of the city adopted the idea that she 'left chaos and destruction in her wake wherever she went'. They were just mean, depriving her from entertainment. Now in every inn, tavern and bar they turned her back at the door, and for made-up reasons if any. After all, she only used to sit in a distant corner, watch the fun situations develop by themselves. It is in the nature of such places that interesting scenes happen, and all she did was watch and enjoy.

Still, people came to believe her presence brought these events upon the unwary innkeep who let her enter, and the name Merel Fen was close to becoming cursing for bartenders. Yet only three times was her intervention necessary, being only a little push to set things rolling.

But now she decided she wont't be bored. She will become a swordsman... well, swordsgirl more likely, but that's just details. That will be fun for sure, with all the adventures and fight and everything. For that she needed a vital thing though: a sword to begin with, but armour would also come in handy, given she could get such.

She seemingly scratched her back then looked at the single golden coin in her grasp. It wasn't much, and it wasn't enough, but it was something at least. Soon, the coin vanished in another pocket, replaced with a dry piece of bread crust that she started chewing as she set off towards the likeliest place to find a sword of any kind: smithery. It wasn't hard to find, as she only had to follow the wonstant noise of hammering.

[( iyzebel )]

haven't you seen
haven't you seen the ruins of her world?

Iyzebel always found it rather comforting to roam through the mortal world, as with mortals, mayhem was around every nook and cranny. Most of the time she didn't even need to start it or push it along, merely watching would be good enough for her, as the scenes developed by themselves. However, she could not take on her most common form in the mortal world, at least not in public, as they would recognize her. And all of the mortals that worshiped the "good" gods and goddesses shunned her away from their presence, thinking that she was only evil and didn't deserve to be a goddess.

But what did they know? She didn't start out being the goddess of discord. But her past had been wiped completely off the face of this mortal world, mostly by the goddess personally, so that the only entities that still knew of her history were the other deities. At least, as far as she knew. There wasn't anything stopping anyone from exploring and getting into the old ruins of one of her ancient temples, probably buried under a city or into a mountain by now. However, even when she was the goddess of beauty, however many thousands of years ago, she never really liked humans. They weren't the most beautiful creatures. But they did have a knack for causing trouble, which she did like.

But this inn she was sitting in was getting boring. Nothing was happening. Iyzebel sat in a far corner by herself, in a form that would look more appealing to everyone else. Her skin was not its normal sickly grey color, and her ears weren't pointed sharply (so that she would look more human), and most importantly of all, her fangs were not present in her mouth. Her hair was still raven black and slightly wavy, and she was still only four feet and ten inches tall, but that didn't matter. She was just about to raise her hand to put a hex on someone (just to cause a little trouble), when a female human entered the door, and the innkeeper just about had a coronary before showing her out.

That just didn't make sense to the goddess of chaos. Why would the innkeeper turn away such an innocent-looking girl? And at such a fast pace? Perhaps something had happened involving that particular girl. Something troublesome. A small smile flickered at the end of Iyzebel's mouth before she stood with one fluid motion and went over to the innkeeper at his counter. "Excuse me, may I ask why you turned that girl away?" she asked smoothly, her voice like silk. The innkeeper barely looked at her, grunting. That would be the famous Merel Fen, only famous 'cause she causes scenes everywhere she goes. Iyzebel's eyebrows rose.

"How does she cause these scenes?" the goddess-in-disguise inquired. She was genuinely curious. I don't know. Some think that she's some sort of witch. Ah, a witch? Well this seemed interesting. In a flash, Iyzebel was out the doors of the inn and tracking down this infamous Merel Fen. She found her somewhere down the road, looking like she was heading somewhere. Iyzebel snapped her fingers and in an instant, she was in front of the human girl, stopping her in her path. "Hello, my child." she grinned, showing off her long fangs. She pulled one side of her hair behind her now pointed ear. "Going somewhere?"

[Merel]

As Merel walked down the road, she wasn't paying too much attention to her surroundings, more to the repeating clangs of a hammer, distant yet but closing. She almost bumped into someone this way, although she could have sworn she didn't see the stranger stepping in front of her from anywhere, rather just appear there out of nowhere, but she got over the matter by blaming it on her not paying attention.

She looked up to the stranger, a woman, not that tall but still taller than her. The woman had rather large fangs, she could have been a vampire like those in stories, except this one wasn't a pile of smoking ashes as it should have been by now, were she a vampire. And of course, if vampires existed at all.

But then again, it could be a test of her bravery, she thought, given by whatever superior power or diety knowing of her new goal. She gathered her courage and answered.

"I'm going to get myself a sword." She said, as casually as if she was saying she went playing with her peers, pointing in the general direction of the assumed smithery.
"I'm gonna be a warrior." She continued with an innocent face. "Am I your child by the way?" She added disbelievingly playing on the words of the other one.

[( iyzebel )]

haven't you seen
haven't you seen the ruins of her world?

Iyzebel could feel the energy of this Merel Fen fluctuate as she felt a range of emotions in front of the goddess. The goddess herself was very sensitive and vulnerable to the currents of energy in the air and under the earth, as she needed to pick the ones with the most energy to sustain herself; to drink their blood. She didn't always have to do this, but ever since she had reached into the dark side of her power, she needed that precious pranic energy to keep her going and sustain her power as a deity. And it was funny how the amount of energy this small girl in front of her held seemed to change at a rate of pace so fast it didn't seem natural.

Finally, her energy swelled as she let out a statement. I'm going to get myself a sword. She was going to be a warrior. The goddess of mayhem smiled at her words. From the things that the innkeeper had said about this girl, and the fact that she was going to get herself a sword, well, that just seemed like the perfect time for Iyzebel to intervene. And so she responded to Merel's last words. "Sweetheart, you are my child more and more each minute." Her voice was like sweet cream, but obviously held a dark power behind it. "I take it you do not recognize me?" It wasn't surprising. Especially with the younger ones these days; their parents just seemed to keep from them everything that they thought was bad or evil. And Iyzebel was definitely considered evil, although she herself disagreed.

The goddess let out a small chuckle, before meeting Merel's eyes with her own of shimmery pink once more. This time, her voice was a hushed whisper, as if the words were for their ears only. "I am Iyzebel, goddess of mayhem and discord." Again, a fanged smile graced the goddess's face. "And I will grant you with this sword that you are looking for; if you will accept it." With that, Iyzebel made a gesture in the space between her and the girl, as if to run her hand along the length of a sword. And sure enough, as her hand swept past, a mighty sword revealed itself out of thin air.

This blade was thin and short, like a one-handed sword ought to be, but its color was of obsidian. It shone with a purple glint in the sunlight. The hilt was ebony as well, but was inscribed with several runes of power, that glowed with a soft pink energy. Iyzebel was known to give gifts like this, gifts that would cause destruction and mayhem. The thirst for power among mortals seemed to be unquenchable, and many of her gifts had been destroyed decades ago in battles or wars. Mayhem and war did go hand in hand with each other rather snugly. Iyzebel turned the sword's point toward herself, offering the hilt of it to the girl in front of her.

"Her name is Ravana, and I would be careful not to touch her blade if I were you; she cuts flesh like fire burns straw." she stated simply.

[Merel]

The woman's voice was sweet, maybe even too sweet. She claimed herself to be a goddess, of destruction and mayhem, and by her appearance she could just as well be that.

"Well, you aren't one often talked about by the jolly citizen." Merel admitted. After that she couldn't do much more than watch in awe as the goddess presented a sword of obsidian and ebony.
This was obviously beyond her expectations. She thought of a cheap sword, maybe a lot of bargaining for it, or maybe a discarded one that would otherwise be considered scrap metal and most probably reused as that.

This however was completely different. Made of a material resembling night black glass, so dark only the thinnest of its edge was translucent, it shone purplish in the sunlight.

"It would be an honour..." She mumbled still awestruck, and carefully took the runed handle, and turned it sideways, not pointing it at either of them. The sword felt lighter than it looked. Despite the warning she did touch the blade, only on it's flat though, yet it felt almost sharp even there.