"But Rantic, we have been here before. That's why I'm a girl! As for recharging the alter..." Hort re-reads some of the runes on the alter. "Let me try this!" Hort beings following the steps imprinted on the alter.
" Wait that's why you're a girl ? Haha ! Krong's ways are mysterious, but always very... interesting."
There is a yellow flash of light, and the shield shoots off the anvil, spinning like a Frisbee, bounces off the wall, and attaches itself to Dantons outstretched arm.
Danton looks himself over to see if anything has changed, but he finds nothing. "WOW! This shield just got a whole lot cooler. It seems I can use it like a throwing weapon now!"
"This is all good. It seems the gods are with us ! Dredmor and his minions are going down..." "What happened to your armor Rantic, was it unaffected ?"
"Oh, I know Krongian! You'd be surprised at how little there is to do in a small half-ling village that doesn't involve monthly rock throwing contests."
"Great, so what does it say?" Rantic looks at the cleric. "I think we're going to make that anvil work some more first, you good with that?"
"It's a instructions on how to preform a ritual to recharge the anvil. I'm trying to preform it now." Hort continues attempting the ritual
After a long, slow, boring hour, there is a loud clang and flash of light that comes from the area above the anvil. For a short moment, everyone is sure they can see the shadowy shape of a blacksmith standing next to the anvil with hammer held high, ready to work.
" By... was that... ?" Torma stays in awe an instant "Hort, I'm very impressed ! I didn't even know such thing was possible, and never got a chance to see the god himself a single time back in the temple in my city."
"Praise be to Krong! Why don't we try giving this another shot eh?" Hort places her dagger on the anvil once more
