Elder Blood Witcher 496 It's Just Blacksmithing + Magic...

Reima appears within Anor Londo's palace, more specifically Coaugh's domain.

*Clank-Clank-Clank-Clank*

The sound of a giant using a tiny hammer to tap away on a red how piece of metal is all the sound for miles around.

Snuffles glares at the huge figure slumped over an warily observes Reima's facial expression to see if the creature is a threat or not.

Reima "Yo, Coaugh!" he says loudly, causing the clanking to stop and the Giant to turn. The crude helmet covering it's face not allowing either of the duo to see his expression. Though if Reima had to guess it would be one of surprise and happiness judging by the sound Coaugh's giving off.

Coaugh "Hmmmm! Small Reima... Come here to see Coaugh?" they ask.

Reima "Well, yeah.. Why else would I be here?"

Coaugh nods and straightens it's back, a cacophony of clicking bones almost deafening those present. After the giant's done stretching it grabs it's anvil with one hand and scoops all of it's tools and completed weaponry onto a thick tarp which he then ties up. "Bad Wraith, kill Wraith. Help friend of Gough and Coaugh."

Reima nods, "Well, even if Solaire didn't fully explain the situation to everyone atleast you're all willing to help. Yes Coaugh, let's meet up with everyone and kill some "Bad Wraiths" alright?" he says while outstretching his hand.

The giant grunts in approval and reaches down and places a finger in Reima's hand, the trio disappearing not soon after.

Vamos "He's a abit mad but a friends a friend! Never expected 'im to give me a Chaos Ember though!"

Andre "Aha! I know what ye mean, I have no idea where he got all those embers. He'd even recovered one the G.o.ds had supposedly destroyed! Think about that!"

*Flash!* *CRASH!*

The two blacksmith look over to the large sound and spot a huge figure looking down at them with an anvil on it's shoulder... The giant looks at both of them and the anvil's they're sitting on and proceeds to sit down next to them.

Andre "Ah, is that who I think it is? That big ol'Blacksmith who helped create the majority of Gwyn's armies arms!"

Vamos "d.a.m.n, oi! Big man?" he shouts at the giant who bends over slightly to looks at him.

Coaugh "Yes bony man?" he asks.

Vamos laughs at his nickname but continues, "I'm wonderin if you made that captain Orsteins armour!?!"

Coaugh nods his head, "Did, armour for tall man with spear."

Vamos "And that fat c.u.n.t Smough!?!"

Coaugh shakes his head and holds his palm against his face, "Not much work with... Fat man too fat and fattening to fasten plate."

Andre nods, "Ye, apparently Smough's armour become a second skin after he got so fat he couldn't take it off... Reima probably already killed that monster, and good riddance for it! Cannibal can rot in the abyss for all he's done!"

Reima "Yeah, he's dead... To be honest I'm not entirely sure if his body was human shaped, it was like a reverse hourgla.s.s..." He says while contemplating the fight with the man, though he's interrupted when Andre and Vamos burst into laughter at his words.

Shaking his head Reima waves them off, "Whatever, I'm on a time limit so I'm off to collect our last blacksmith. Be right back!" he says as he and Snuffles disappear with yet another flash.

Rickert had been waiting inside his cell for Reima to come and take him away from this world, however he had no idea how long it'd been or even if Reima had simply forgotten him and left him for dead. He looks down from the cell into the remains of the previously drowned city of New Londo, it'd previously been crawling with Dark Wraiths but after Reima's expedition into them he hadn't seen a single one.

Rickert "Perhaps I should have asked Reima to take me to Firelink shrine..." he mutters, however the sound of boots walking down the nearby steps silences him. He feels am indescribable emotion when he spots those familiar slitted eyes peering at him. "Reima! You're back!"

Reima "Yeah, yeah... Just grab your things and I'll teleport you to Firelink." he says quickly.

Rickert nods and scrambles to collect everything, however Reima just waves his hand and stores all scattered books an weapons that were laying around, leaving only the man's tools and anvil.

Reima "You ready to go?" he asks.

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Rickert sheepishly looks at Reima, embarra.s.sed to ask for more, though the look on Reima's face forces it out of him. "If it wouldn't be too much to ask, could you help carry my anvil and tools?"

...

Reima "Huh.. Oh, right." he mutters, realising that Rickert is more Mage than Blacksmith. He stores everything away and doesn't hesitate to teleport back to the shrine. Rickert falling on his face as he trips over his own foot.

Vamos "Hold up Reima, don't tell me this ponse from Vinheim is the "Blacksmith" you were speaking of... He barely even counts as a craftsman, let alone someone with the fine profession of blacksmith!"

Rickert gets up and looks at Vamos, but is taken aback by his appearance, along with Coaugh's presence beside him. "You-Ah..." Shaking his head he continues, "I'll have you know Magic Blacksmiths are of a higher calibre than any of you blockheads!"

Andre "Hah! I've 'eard stories about ye'lot from that Dragon School.. Magic Smiths were those not gifted enough to become full Sorcerer's is what I 'eard!"

Rickert "Nonesense! I was regarded as a fine Sorcerer but decided to focus my skills on Blacksmithing and the advance of technology along with it!"

Vamos "Poppyc.o.c.k." he snorts.

Reima "Alright you guys... There's a few more people that I need to bring, try not to kill each other or s.h.i.t yourselves when you see the new arrivals."

Andre "Right, best watch out for the Magic Blacksmiths nickers!"

Rickert "Shut your mouth! The only thing that'd make me soil my briefs would be a dragon, and we all know what happened to them." he states with Reima slinking away with a s.a.d.i.s.tic grin on his face.