Logain sat happily in his chair, stroking Arias hair as she rested her head on his shoulder. The looks the others at the table had given them had slowly petered off, the Gods and Goddesses and the other guests to busy talking to old friends and reliving old tales. The three brothers would have done the same, except for Tyl was quiet, staring at his plate or glancing down the table every so often, quick to change his view if he thought someone looking at him. Kain was too busy flirting with Alisha, and finding his flirtations returned in a way none of the women he was used to have done. Logain was too busy to really pay attention as well, Aria sitting on his lap with her head on his shoulder was a very... good distraction.
"Now my Grandsons, Many are here to meet you, and look upon your faces. For you Logain, are a new God. Tyl and Kain, you are the first demi-gods in over five thousand years. You are very... new. The first to meet you here will be Andro and his helpers. They forged the first man, and Andro forged you, Logain, from the blood of your father and the Four Winds."
As the last words left the mouth of Wotan, a heavy thump was heard. As the three brothers looked to the noise, a massive man was beheld. He was followed closely by five creatures, a goblin with a bandolier of hammers and chisels, a dwarf with massive arms and a leather forge apron on, a dark and light elf, both with small, quick fingers and engraving tools on their belts, and the last creature was a great Cyclops, whose muscular form was still dwarfed by the giant man who led this group. A great forge hammer was strapped to his back, and a complicated metal and leather brace kept his left leg strong and straight. Stopping in front of Logain, he stood, appraising Logain as he sat Aria on her feet and stood. Even with the benefit of the dais the table was on, the man still made Logain feel and look small. Finally, the God Andro, Maker of Men and Forger of the Blades, spoke his voice deep and smoked by many years in the forge fires.
"So my little project, you have grown and came into your powers. I remember the day I began your crafting. Tricky. Very trick you were, not wanting to bow to the whims of the hammer and fire. Just like you were all through your life. I am Andro the smith. These are my helpers, each who had a part in crafting you. They will introduce themselves and their part."
The goblin stepped forward first, tapping his long fingers on his bandolier. The little green man sucked on his teeth for a moment, his large, pointed ears seeming to fall a bit. Taking a deep breath, he spoke in the squeaky little voice of all Goblin-Kind.
"I am Boz Metalbone. You do not remember me Logain, but I am certain your bones do. I crafted the structure that your bones would follow until the day you ascended to God-Hood, and they will always follow that structure. I made them straight and true, with no cracks or bad joints."
As the Goblin spoke, he had looked over Logain, no doubt seeing the bones he had crafted so well, with love and devotion. Logain thanked the Goblin greatly; for he considered his bones a very good thing to have been made well, the massive armed dwarf stepped forward, patting his little Goblin friend on the back. Stroking his black beard, he looked over Logain as well, as someone examining something he had made, to decide if it was still a worthy piece.
"I am Robak Rockhelm. As my friend Boz made your bones, I crafted the muscles and tendons that power that foolish body of yours. I have watched, as we have all watched, the things you have put your body through. Consider yourself lucky your bones and muscles were crafted by a Goblin and Dwarf, because they were hardy enough to carry you through. Take care of my work, or I'll knock you on the head."
Logain grinned at the cranky dwarf. He thanked him as well for his work, for the strength in the muscles of Logain had saved him many times before. The elves stepped forward as one, which to the brothers was a surprise. On the surface world, Dark and Wood Elves did not have much to do with each other. The male Dark elf spoke first, the wood elf remaining silent for the time being. He stepped forward, his obsidian skin gleaming in the torch light, His silver eyes twinkled, and his white teeth and hair sparkled.
"I am Zetiveor Mooncurser. Forgive Robak, he's a little cranky. Well, a lot cranky but I digress. I played a part in your creation, mainly the crafting of your organs."
"EXCEPT THE HEART!"
"Shut up Robak. The heart is also an organ. Hush. Let me see... Ah yes. I not only crafted the organs that went into your body, but I placed the emotions in there as well. Your love, your anger, your compassion, placed there by me. I hope they have served you very well."
Logain thanked the dark elf especially, for without the emotions the dark elf had given him, he would have not gained but lost much in his life, and he would not have felt the connection to Aria that he valued now. The Wood Elf came forward, briefly smacking the Dark elf on the arm and murmuring to him, smiling slightly as he laughed. As she stood in front of Logain, she seemed to radiate life, the wild smell of the forest and the fields. She had feathers and leaves woven somehow into her deep, rich colored brown hair, and her green eyes sparkled.
"I am Eludraan Moonsorrow. I worked with Zetiveor, fine crafting your emotions. I also am the one that crafted your face, and made the colors that you use, in your hair, your eyes, the way your body is colored. You have messed with my work young one, by those tattoos and that broken nose. But alas, our creations do not stay perfect, that is the way of the world. But it seems the emotions given to you were well received by another, if I am the judge of you and the lady."
