forum Trope-Inversion RP?

Started July 17, 2019 by @Shuri-the-Floof-Doggo

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After a few minutes of walking they came to the woodcraft and metalworking district of town

Ava finished cleaning up and blew out the candle she had been using for light when tinkering with the smaller pieces of the toy. She began to hum a song about lullaby as she walked around the shop. After her father died she mainly ran the shop, though her uncle did help some, he was usually busy with his own shop so she was alone today.

The duo came to a small shop, to ask directions, before coming face to face with a girl, around the same height as the tax-collector's son.
She, was also the daughter of an artisan
Perfect

Ava heard the door open and turned around to greet the person. "Hello! Welcome to…" She said before trailing off, recognizing the priest. Her eyes narrowed at the sight of the priest. "What do you want?" She asked before turning her back and cleaning up a bit more, venom in her voice.

"We would like to recruit you into a special platoon of individuals. We need an artisan's daughter." He added, sensing the cold, aloof quality of her voice.

"Well, I'm not a daughter anymore," Ava said, her back still turned to him. "Plus, why would I want to go on a quest that could kill me if I can have a good life here?" She asked.

"To save this realm from being overrun by demons of the abyss." He replied. "And for a large reward

Ava rolled her eyes but perked up at the last bit. "Reward?" She asked turning around to face him and the boy.

"A bag of inkrits up front and a furnished sod after." He explained.

(Ahh!)
Ava thought about it for a minute. "That's still a no for me. I'm not dying over some gold and dirt." She said turning her back again.

"Hey, Lionell!"

"Yeah?"

"Come hold this for me, will ya?"

The Half-Orc pulled himself away from his engraving project to help his mother stabilize a large piece of white-hot steel underneath the power hammer. Grabbing a pair of tongs, he gripped the tip and helped his mother lift it into the waiting dies of their new tool. It was an early anniversary gift from Lionell's father, something that he hooked up to a large waterwheel that was used many years ago when their house was an old bakery. Lionell stared into the light of the hot metal as his mother took charge in moving the piece underneath the curved dies. The curve allowed her to draw out the bar into a flat piece much faster than doing it by hand, and she worked the steel until it was almost perfectly square.

"Alright, pull it out!" his mother yelled over the din of the forge and the timpani of the power hammer. The two quickly moved it to the anvil, the bar having since cooled to a dark orange. As his mother grabbed a chisel, Lionell grabbed a small sledgehammer. She eyeballed how much metal she would need for the rest of the piece and rested the chisel on a spot about three-quarters the length of the piece of steel she was working with. A small nod signaled him to strike the top of the chisel, leaving a line in the steel.

"Keep going!" his mother shouted. "Watch my hand!"

Lionell kept striking the chisel, bits of thin rust flying off of the bar as it slowly cooled. They needed to hurry before the bar became too hard to cut through.

Ting! Ting! Ting! SNAP!

The excess steel fell away from the part Lionell's mother was holding, and she took her piece and placed it in the forge.

"Thanks. When I'm done putting the edge bevel on, would you mind grinding it for me?" she asked.

"Certainly," he replied.

"Gold and dirt is hardly a way to put it. And we'll award you magic tools and such for the mission, which you may keep. Not only that but if you find any powerful abyssal relics, you may keep them "

Ava's eyes lit up at Magic items. She considered it for a bit before sighing. "I'll go. May I go grab a few things?" She asked.

"You may." The priest nodded, stepping outside to wait for the girl.

"So how many more people do we have to find?" Cas asked, yawning a bit as he pet the kitten he'd found.

Ava grabbed a few of her figurines, the ones she had put enchantments on, a small music box and a charm necklace that she put on. She figured that everything else would be provided. She locked up the shop, left a note for her uncle and walked out to meet the priest.
(Is it alright that instead of having illusions that she is more of a witch?)

Ava grabbed a few of her figurines, the ones she had put enchantments on, a small music box and a charm necklace that she put on. She figured that everything else would be provided. She locked up the shop, left a note for her uncle and walked out to meet the priest.
(Is it alright that instead of having illusions that she is more of a witch?)

(Absolutely)
He greeted her, looking across the way with interest, to a place with windows that glowed like fire.
He saw two orcs in one fiery window, and smiled.

Ava looked at the other boy. "Are you here for the same thing?" She asked. "And is that a cat?" She said looking at the small little nose poking out.