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[USEC_OFFICER]

What types of swords and spears?

A mix of different lengths and types of swords and spears, though nothing that Blossom shouldn't already know about, seeing as they're all high medieval.

[ragnarok97071]

What types of swords and spears?

A mix of different lengths and types of swords and spears, though nothing that Blossom shouldn't already know about, seeing as they're all high medieval.

Even so, all she has right now is Excalibur and a few knives and such. She proceeds to ATTUNE ALL THE THINGS.

[Empiricist]

Cyrielle continues waiting for Hephaestus.

[USEC_OFFICER]

Even so, all she has right now is Excalibur and a few knives and such. She proceeds to ATTUNE ALL THE THINGS.

Blossom is now attuned with a bunch of generic swords, spears and polearms. Hopefully they'll serve her well later on in the quest.

[ragnarok97071]

She returns to the others, looking like she'd just eaten a full four-course meal.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Cyrielle continues waiting for Hephaestus.

The next time she blinks....

She finds herself sitting down with a man with a hunched back, dressed in smiths gear.

"'Braxas called. What do you want?"

[Empiricist]

<Didn't you say that you didn't want to be part of the magical world, Ma'am?>

<That is correct, however, it is prudent to consider the implications of such matters. Even if I am not associated with it, it will affect my life.>

Cyrielle continues waiting for Hephaestus.

((PM'd stuff happens before then in that case.))
"Replacement of all the organs and organ components in my body that are constructs of magic please."
((He's basically going to have to retain the changes made to her body otherwise the organs won't be compatible with her body. That is, she's still have drug-immunity and lack any activity in her reproductive system along with being unable to produce non-vital hormones and whatnot.

Wait, wouldn't her drug immunity prevent the anesthetic from working?))

[IamanElfCollaborator]

((Which means he'll just use the good old ways.

Smashing Cyrielle on the head with a mallet to knock her unconscious.))

[SOLDIER First]

"Thish shtuff ishn't alcoholic, ish it?"

It ish, Lyle.
It ish.

[edit] Lyle accepts the drinking contest.

[Empiricist]

((Or you know, use magical anesthetics.))

[IamanElfCollaborator]

((Or you know, use magical anesthetics.))

((Applied by mallet to forehead.))
Hephaestus grumbles. His beard, which seems to be singed, seems to glow, like the embers of a dying fire.
"Right."

[Empiricist]

Cyrielle silently lies, eyes closed. This wasn't a situation she wanted to find herself in once more.

[Atnegam]

"Oh shit you actually don't know... How about this, I'll let you drink for now and we'll use this as a lesson later on why you shouldn't drink."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

When she next opens her eyes, she finds herself on a comfortable bed, with Hephaestus looking over her.

"Right, Apollo, grab the big ones. Hestia, ready a fire.

Lass, this will take a bit. Close yer eyes."

[USEC_OFFICER]

Lyle accepts the drinking contest.

[ROLL: 28 vs. 94] Lyle is thoroughly humiliated, as he tries to drink more than he should and ends up spraying most of it everywhere. Meanwhile his challenger downs several cupfuls like a champ. It's all good fun though, and Lyle's drinking companions applaud his bravery. They also celebrate with more drinking.

Eventually the feast winds down, and Ganovefa turns to everyone, "I hope you all enjoyed yourselves. Tell me, are you planning to stay the night here?"