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>I spent day's climbing the mountain that rumors claimed housed a master blacksmith.
>I was to go on a long personal quest and I would need an item of the highest quality craftsmanship.
>Fatigue began to set in as I had been climbing the rocks for what seemed like hours.
>As I hefted myself up to the cliff above, I saw a gaping maw cut deep into the mountain.
>Surely this cave must be where the blacksmith lives.
>You wearily enter the cavern, and feel a great heat bellows out from it's bowels in waves, an orange glow emanating from around the corner.
>As you venture deeper you see a tall woman with brown skin and long brown hair tied in a simple pony tail. She's wearing thick simple trousers that strain to contain her powerful, shapely legs, and ample buttocks. Her torso is somewhat covered by a large sturdy apron, large firm breasts pressing out the open sides of the protective garment. Her body while feminine, ripples with powerful muscle under a gentle layer of fat.
>She turns to you, and you notice she has one large bright green eye instead of two. Her face remains expressionless. In a surprisingly gentle voice, she says, "Welcome to my shop, what can I do for you." in a flat emotionless tone.
>This is the master blacksmith, no question. "Yes, my fair lady, I would like to commission this from you." You hand her the schematics you had sketched up, detailing what you wanted. "Now I understand you're the best in the land, so I would allow whatever creative liberties you deem would improve this work."
>She looks at the paper, and her demeanor changes slightly to look almost somber. "I will have it done by tomorrow, we will discuss payment then. You're welcome to make yourself at home while I work."
>"Oh, one more thing." you pull out a piece of charcoal and motion her to return the schematic, making a small change before handing it back. She looks at you with a blank expression before nodding.
>You look around and see meager living quarters scattered among the cluttered workshop. A simple bed was by the anvil, it looked like she ate on the workbench, food was stored alongside tools and materials. She quite obviously lived alone.
>You grabbed a lonely stool and watched the statuesque woman as she got to work. You became so enamored with her crafting, the time flew by. Her powerful limbs manipulated the metal masterfully, her slender feminine fingers craved details with nigh impossible precision, her impressive bust jiggled enticingly with each hammer strike, the muscles in her legs contracted so alluringly with each confident stride she made across the smithy.
>You looked at her face, so determined to her task. At first you were slightly put off by it, but looking closer, you find it's difficult to turn away. Not out of gross curiosity, but something else…
>You must have fallen asleep, because you feel yourself being shaken gently by the smith's hands with surprising tenderness. "It's finished."
>She hands you your commission. A gold ring, carved with ornate flowering vines with such detail it would take years to explore it's intricacies. Embedded in the top, is a single, intricately cut emerald, that sparkles radiantly with every strike of light.
>You look over it in wonder, "This is amazing… and the gem IS beautiful, but I've seen beauty that far surpasses this. I'm sure it will still make a fine engagement ring."
>For the first time you've seen, the cyclops' face changes, it looks somewhat dejected. "I-I'm sorry…I can fix it, show me this craft that you speak of and I will make the ring twice as beautiful."
>You walk over to her, and bring your face close to hers, you stare in her single green eye intently. Her face just barely turns red as you hold her hand, before gently sliding the ring on her finger, a perfect fit, "Nothing could be more beautiful than you."