During the dawn of creation, our sweet LORD Phaestus aided our (already heard so much of him) Proteus (*peer*) by crafting the innumerable planets.
THEY wrote a big deal of our book of pain. And I am here still to explain my talents.

And in sculpting the beings that have lived within their landscapes, together, they touched on the secret of consciousness, and laid the foundations for life.
When are you gonna wake up and have an insight?

As a gift to the all of us, LORD Phaestus blessed us with the ability to create for ourselves using the resources surrounding us.
By the way, I just saw Ethian, also known as the morning star, the former star and present comet that annually crossed paths with our stratosphere.
LORD Phaestus, as we all know, is THE father to HIS specific race.
Good, I dun have that kind of face!

HE however is THE creator of the dwarvenkind.
THE Smith first used them as intelligent tools and companions as, at that point, they were nothing more than complex machinery. Get the story now, kid?

Unable to grant them self-consciousness alone, LORD Phaestus pledged HIS eternal loyalty to Proteus at the beginning of the war of humanity in exchange for their free will.
And again and again, my words just serenade me, my lullabies will not let you sleep, my haunting words are killing you...you can hardly breathe, still.

LORD Phaestus spent 100 of years inside the temporary form of Norfan Bladeshaper.

For another 100 years this dwarf travelled like me little Jester far and wide about the lands, with the DICINE ESSENCE of the LORD of the forges safely secured in a statue in Inbir Ness.
You clench yer fists reading my shnit, never the less.

Linked to this statue was a magical broadsword - found by  who would have thought? The Wardes of the Cerulean Spire.
You never noticed, untill I promised...you missed me al the way....and yes! Again I am on fire!

And in 479 AF likewise the Nessian statue got cracked. Norfan passed through and, listened to the pleas of the Cyrenians and agreed to give the sword's reforging a chance.
The scars  I scratch  I tear  thank you for reminding me to bow with a grin - I will show you my little dance!

With LORDS Phaestean hammer in hand, he began the laborious work with others watching him.
Part of our history and me telliing you all - such a big sin.

As he began hammering, the northern statue exploded,
Yer frenimy is chatting again  uuuoh, and all of your weapons are now lodaded.

The golden radiance of THE Smith flying southwards to coalesce about Norfan's fading form. LORD Phaestus materialized from the Dwarf's frame before the onlookers' eyes, gripping hammer and reforged blade with raised brows and a cheerful smile.

THAT is the MAN he IS. - write it down in yer files!

On a short note: LORD Phaestus' capabilities also made a gift to our LADY Pandora! HE crafted HER new hand after HER own was lost due to being fused with the caduceus of castigation, a relic belonging to LORD Sarapis, which SHE has stolen to create havoc over Sapience, toying with the one of us that SHE could find (bless HER!).
Let me here with a spare key on the table  I will not change my way  call me a sinner; call me a saint. Call me the worst  I am clearly the one who is bound (I am quite like that, I am sure!).

THEY call me THEIR favorite! Cause I keep THEM inside!
Instead of running behind!

Oh, and for those who are curious: the caduceus of castigation was one of LORD Sarapis' personal relics, HE invested with an unmeasured amount of power into and the ability to the users' whims.

ME is the one who is the one who does not swims....
By the way: LORD Phaestus' allies are, who would guess now? THE LORDS Sarapis and Daedalus.
HIS frenemies are THE LORDS Babel and Pandemonium. HIS sings are the forge and the hammer.
Death alone can only restore sanity to the afflicted soul, such a bummer.

Lucky are those who have the gladiator's medal. Clearly not found in the Genji Jewellery Shop.
And again, I might re-pop!

So quickly call up upon Derillin Yu'tar, the son of the late,Quisalis Mark assassin,Callibius.
Cause I am still here. Do it quickly  4 the all of us!

He is also the protege of the Ivory Mark champion, Makarta. The one who placed a curse upon half of the great blad masters.

Just like that small province the homeland of the infamous Duchess Castomira Bragwin, the dutcher of Malik Aster.

And he can be found within the rebuilt town of Thera, as new Thera has been rebuilt from the ashes, after the Vertani mage-lords rained their fiery meteors upon it.
Man that time was clearly damn schnit!
But the ones who speak their language fluent, end of the day, they blew it!


To remember: it was discovered during the great Mayaween celebrations in 463 AF, great fun!
The ruins of old Thera, complete with the undead villagers of Thera past, had been translocated to riesly family manor. To all of our stun!

Just like a crow chasing a butterfly...
when you and you are getting high...
I am clearly clear! And my words still serenade you  you never heard such haunting stuff -
I know  you all cannot get enough!

Stay safe, be well and also conduct yourselves well! 🙂
All in all? THEY see you! Dun forget!

Yer little jester-pet
me wuuuves you all 😀

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Sarapin, in the year 915 AF.