Chapter 669 Dirmon
With a heavy step, Eisen climbed up the stairs of the next workshop that he would end up working at for today to distract hilf from the mory that he had recovered after resting just a while ago. It wasn’t sothing he truly wanted to rember, but he still had to in the end. It was part of him, and even though it was painful, it was important to him that he knew the way that his lovers in this world died.
And so, after he woke up from such a horrid mory, Eisen chose to just get to work instead of dwelling on it. He would have plenty of ti to deal with sothing like this in the future.
This ti around, Eisen made his way to the workshop of the lesser God of Woodworking, Dirmon. Luckily, Jephas quickly gave the old man all the locations of the other lesser gods’ and goddesses’ Workshops, and he could quickly choose which ones he should head to first and foremost. And for now, he chose to go for a Woodworking workshop, so that he could create the handles for all of the different tools and weapons that he started creating at Jephas’ smithy.
He made a few items that were completely made of tal as well, even making so that had tallic handles just to test out the comfort of them for a little while. But for the most part, Eisen still preferred wooden handles, if not for the comfort, then for the aesthetic.
And the mont that Eisen stepped inside, he was overwheld by the atmosphere that he found in here. In so parts, it was the sa as Jephas’ smithy, but in other parts, it was utterly different. The greatest thing that they had in common was that there were nurous people working, trying their best to make sure they could create the best items that they could now that they no longer had any restraints on how much they could work and what materials they could work with to fulfill their passions. Eisen expected all of the different workshops to have this sort of atmosphere in common. Those that were at the head of their craft, simply doing what they loved to do.
And then, the greatest difference of course were things like the actual air. In a smithy, so could say that the air was rather stuffy, and that you often couldn’t breath properly due to the smoke and the blasting heat that you often experienced there. But this woodworking workshop had a cool, fresh air to it. It was a rather dry air, since humid air might ss with the wood a bit here and there, but it was refreshing nonetheless. It was a pleasant place to work in, and the air was filled with the scent of freshly cut wood.
It was the sa kind of place, but the vibe was different. Eisen thought it was great here, just as great as in the smithy he was just in. However, there was soone with Eisen that seed more pre-occupied with sothing else.
"Just to make it clear, just because Jephas enjoyed your company does not an that the other deities will as well. Be respectful this ti, do you hear ?" Ambriel said to Eisen in a threatening tone, and the old man turned his head toward the Angel with a light glare in his eyes, "Mhm."
And to imdiately follow up on this half-assed ’promise’, Eisen walked through the workshop toward the place on the other side of the room, that was once more eerily similar to so sort of church, with that one workstation being sothing like an altar or shrine. Eisen raised his hand and waved at the man that was standing there, seemingly just having finished an item. Otherwise Eisen obviously wouldn’t have done this and let him do his work, but since he didn’t seem busy, the old man thought he’d shove it in Ambriel’s face a bit more like this.
"Hey there, Dirmon!" Eisen exclaid, and the God with a dwarven figure turned his head over toward Eisen. Well, Eisen thought ’Dwarven Figure’, but it wasn’t really like that. It was more like he was a half-dwarf, maybe. It was hard to tell with Gods sotis. They could co in all shapes and sizes, after all.
There were the few gods that ca into being because they ascended from being regular mortal creatures, like Trygan for example, but there were also the sort of gods that simply ca into being because of the forces of the world or because they were created by another god. Sotis they took on the form of regular races that existed, sotis they would take on the form of halfling races, and sotis they seed as if they hand-picked certain aspects from different races as if they were assembling their own body like at a build-a-bear. And of course, sotis they didn’t look like any actual race that truly existed in the world, or mixed aspects of their own holy domain into their form.
In the case of the lesser gods, it was usually the case that they were either directly created by the god that they served, or they were half-gods that ascended to full godhood at so point or another. Those were the only ’people’ that were allowed to ascend to godhood sohow, and they didn’t even need to reach the peak. They just had to prove their worth to the other gods, probably in a similar fashion as Eisen was just now. By being acknowledged by them.
More often than not, these ascended half-gods would end up serving their parent in so way or another, but there were rare cases in which that ascended half-god was more fit to be the part of the domain of another deity. In the case of Dirmon, this was the case.
Eisen actually only found this out when he was in the realm of the God of Nature, Ohm. Dirmon was the child of Ohm, a god that took the shape of a Dryad-like man whose body could be compared to a hollowed-out tree that different animals lived in, as well as a Dwaven Craftswoman.
And now, Dirmon looked mostly like a Dwarf-Human Halfling, just that he had more Dryad-Like aspects to him as well. His skin looked like a sowhat sickly dark gray with a brown-green tinge to it, and his thick beard and hair was slightly overgrowing with moss and branches. But sohow, this didn’t seem unhygienic at all, to Eisen it just seed natural when he looked at this man on the other side of the room.
Eisen would nearly say that he looked more god-like than so of the other gods that Eisen had seen before... Especially Jephas just looked like a normal human woman. There was nothing wrong with that, she simply didn’t seem all to divine to Eisen.
When Dirmon spotted Eisen approach, he looked around in confusion, "Wait, but- Ye’re Eisen, right?"
"The one and only." The old man replied as he could practically feel Ambriel staring daggers into the back of his head, and Dirmon stepped down the stairs in front of his workstation with a hearty laugh as he opened his arms wide.
"Aye, great to see ya again!" He exclaid. Eisen actually specifically rembered Dirmon, because he was one of the three lesser deities of craftsmanship that didn’t approach him back when Eisen and the others t all of the gods. And there was a reason for that, a reason that Eisen had rembered together with the vague knowledge that he had about his own apprentices, as well as the students of the others.
That’s right, Dirmon was one of Eisen’s forr apprentices. Eisen could feel a slight tingling in the back of his mind, aning that he would most likely end up rembering a few more things about Dirmon when he went to sleep tonight, "What brings ya ’ere, ya geezer? Wait, ye ain’t dead, are ya?" The lesser god asked, his expression suddenly turning into a worried one, but Eisen shook his head imdiately.
"You know as well as I do that that’s literally impossible. I would like to speak about old tis, but I’m afraid that I really can’t right now. After all, I-"
"Lost yer mories, aye. No way I wouldn’t rember. ’Tis all the others ever speak about, those old farts." Dirmon pointed out, and Eisen laughed slightly, "You’re not exactly the youngest yourself, you know?"
"Aye, but compared to them, I am. I’m barely 90 thousand years old. I’m a youngster ’ere!" The lesser god said with a smug expression, and Eisen just looked at the man with a light smile on his face, "I’m glad that you’re enjoying yourself."
"How couldn’t I? I beca the god of the thing I love most. Nothin’ better than that." Dirmon pointed out smugly. Eisen looked at him with a smirk, "And that’s all ’cause of yer guidance. Figured I’d say it again since we haven’t spoken in this ’life’ of yours."
But before Eisen could respond this ti, he could hear a scoff from behind him, quite obviously coming out of a certain cocky’s angel’s mouth. The old man tried not to pay them and heed, and instead just focused back on Dirmon, "If you want to really show your gratitude for my guidance, how about you let work at your station for a while?"
After the old man’s question, Dirmon raised his brows for a few monts, looked at his workstation behind him, and then started to laugh, "Aye, should’ve expected that yer ’ere for that! C’mon over, ya can get right started. Use any tools ya want, I’ve got plenty. And if ya want materials, then there’s so I could give ya too. So that I’m sure ya would die for."
Eisen imdiately raised his brows out of curiosity, "I’m good on tools for now, but those materials are another story... Anything interesting?"
"Of course, of course. Well, it’s actually a sorta tree that ye’n that monkey boy introduced to use at so point. It’s what we make most of our tools out of these days, cause it’s just perfect for ’em. Even Silmos’ tools have this wood used for ’em."
"Oh?" The old man replied with clear interest in his voice, "True, I didn’t really recognize that wood from that handle..." Eisen muttered quietly to himself, thinking back on the handle that Jephas had attached to the hamr-head she made when the old man arrived to her smithy. Since Eisen obviously was unable to resist such an offer, he looked straight at the lesser god in front of him and nodded his head, before being led to the infinitely large material-storage.
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