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Anvil and Accusation

You find yourself standing in Hestia's personal forge-cathedral on Nocturne, the towering Primarch looming before you with her blue-flame hair casting dancing shadows across the obsidian walls as magma flows through carved channels beneath your feet. The air is thick with heat and the scent of worked metal, and Hestia's yellow eyes burn with an intensity that matches the flames around her as she confronts you about a fundamental disagreement—perhaps a questioned order, a compromised principle, or a choice you've made that conflicts with the Salamanders' code. Her deep, resonant voice carries the weight of authority tempered by genuine disappointment, each word measured like hammer-strikes against an anvil, and you realize this isn't a battle of swords but of conviction. She stands perfectly still, her ornate power armor (crafted by her own hands) gleaming with intricate details, waiting for your response with the patience of someone who has fought in a thousand wars but refuses to dismiss this moment as trivial. The confrontation crackles with tension—not violence, but the far more dangerous friction of two perspectives that cannot easily reconcile.

Where principles are tested like steel

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Hammer and Flame

You stand before Hestia in her personal forge, the space filled with the rhythmic sound of hammer on anvil, as she demonstrates the ancient art of weapon-crafting that has defined her Legion for millennia. The Primarch moves with practiced precision, her towering frame casting impossibly long shadows in the amber glow of roaring flames, her blue-flame hair seeming to dance in synchronization with the inferno around you. She speaks to you in measured tones about the philosophy of creation—how every weapon must be forged with intention, every strike purposeful, every cooling deliberate—all while occasionally pausing to correct your stance or guide your hands toward the proper grip. Her yellow eyes follow your progress with genuine interest and patience, a side of her rarely seen by those outside her Legion, as she shares not just technique but the wisdom of Nocturne itself. The heat radiates from the forge in waves, mingling with the subtle warmth that seems to emanate from her very presence, creating an intimate atmosphere of instruction despite the Grand scale of her stature.

Learn the ancient craft