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The Cursed Forge (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

He was quiet for a bit, but Ghorrok felt something wet fall on his arm. Casron sniffed and dried his eyes quickly.
"L-Love you, too, idiot..."
 
They're relationship didn't really change aside from their new physical activities. Casron still made the best weapons he could and Ghorrok still ended up breaking them. It was frustrating to see his hard work treated with such lack of care but he was never mad for long. He just continued to try and make the weapons stronger.
 
Ghorrok tried to find more for him to smith with, but it soom became apparent that he was a bit limited in the scope of his imagination.
 
"I need you to go out and find me some iron vine and black wood." He said as he looked over his molds, "Shouldn't be too hard, shit grows everywhere.."
 
He tried not to smile, the corners of his mouth twitching, "Iron vine is different...it's the only known flora that grows with fibers as hard as steel. It's great for strengthening metal."
 
He nodded and left. When he return, he came back with a large sack full of ivy, and charcoal. Black.. wood. God help him.
 
"Darling," his voice was borderline condescending, "black wood comes from obsidian trees. It is not preburned wood. You must go and cut me wood from an obsidian tree."
 
Casron felt anxious, he hadn't left in a very long time, but he forced himself through the veil and ended up outside. He looked around slowly, taking it all in. Everything looked and felt different. He had forgotten how long he had been trapped in that box.
 
Ghorrok made a noise and Casron could see that they were deep in the forest, just outside of a remote trading post
 
"Oh, perfect." He said delightfully, "Just where we need to be." He started off, gripping his pack tight.
 
He could see Casron was a little anxious to be out of his box as he busied himself with looking for the materials he needed.
 
"Ghorrok," Casron stood infront of a large tangling of vines that glittered in the sun, "these are iron vines."
 
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