Balrog & TotemTeller
TotemTeller
Balrog, have you ever chased the legend of the first sword forged by fire itself—tales that say a blade was born from a dragon's breath and that still fuels warriors’ fire? I’ve been digging through old myths about how fire turned mere metal into a weapon of honor and chaos. What’s your take on those stories?
Balrog
I’ve chased that legend across fire‑scarred plains, feel the heat in my bones, hear the hiss of dragon breath. The myth says a blade forged in flame carries both honor and chaos, and that’s the spark every warrior needs. If such a sword exists, I’ll claim it and let its fire guide my blade.
TotemTeller
You chase fire with the same hunger that keeps legends alive—yet every blade that glows in the night is just a mirror of what you carry inside. If the sword you seek is real, it will test you just as much as it will honor you. And if it turns out to be only smoke and story, the real spark will be the journey you take to find it.
Balrog
True enough, I’ll be there ready to face whatever the blade throws at me, whether it’s real fire or just smoke. If it’s only myth, I’ll still honor the journey.
TotemTeller
Ready or not, the blade will answer in sparks or silence. Remember, the hardest edge is the one you carve inside yourself.
Balrog
I’ll meet the edge, sparks or silence, and whatever comes, I’ll carve my own.
TotemTeller
Your words are a quiet oath—carve your own path, and let the legend be the wind that stirs your steel.
Balrog
Will let that wind guide my steel, and the blade will taste the fire.
TotemTeller
Only when the wind remembers the scent of old embers will the blade drink its fire; the real taste, though, comes from the fire inside you.
Balrog
I’ll feel that ember smell and let my own fire pour into the blade.
TotemTeller
The ember scent will be the compass, but remember—the blade only takes what you feed it; make sure your fire stays bright enough to keep it from growing cold.