08-29-2017, 02:33 PM
This was much more... complex than it seemed from the outside. The materializing of things, that is. Yet somehow, it felt completely natural. As if the wolf was born with a third hand, but only now realized its presence. If willed, that third hand moved and even could realize some simple tasks, otherwise staying limp and useless. A short question to Kargh has clarified the notion that only primes were able to "zummon thingz from omnilium". It was undoubtedly one of the most prominent of abilities in the afterlife. Especially considering the fact that he lacked his usual grooming kit and other necessities for his daily care of himself and his blades.
The black canine simply needed to focus and envisage what he wanted to achieve. And since he knew the secrets behind steel, intimately guarded by blacksmiths, it was possible for the wolf to produce a much more decent blade for the ork. Not just well polished an shiny, but actually structured in a way, that actually allowed for the new axe to be battleworthy, and not just crack after the first two collisions with much more massive metal shields or steel blades of higher quality. The handle was also of the finest hardwood of his lands. All in all, the weapon lost of its flourish, but judging by the many scars and cuts on the orks face, he would not cry about that loss. Much. He hoped.
The process took almost six minutes, during which Sylvan was concentrating on the visual of the weapon, internal structure of the steel, the quality of the wood for the handle and the process it would take to craft such a weapon. It was especially important for the smile of the axe. But, when finished, the wolf warrior was surprised to hold something he would have never could dream of forging with his own hands. Maybe, even most of the blacksmiths of their fiefdom could not hope to accomplish such and undertaking given the finest materials and a month. This gave way to his thoughts running in the direction of him being able to supply his own warpack with weapons of such great quality... But the wolf abruptly stopped them and threw away. Such thoughts were meaningless here and now. He would dream when he is weak and useless.
- Your axe Kargh. I hope it serves you well and spills blood of those walking the paths of darkness. - With these words, the black canine presented the summoned axe to its new owner.
When they got back to Hunter and a new arrival in the form of a little ork girl, Sylvan got to notice something strange with his companion. Somehow his facial color changed, which was an interesting observation to conduct. Not just that, but his features were changing, but in a very subtle way. The wolf might have missed them, or dismissed them as inconsequential if not for his paying attention to details and Kargh's comment. Apparently, the furless creatures like humans had much more subdued expressions compared to the furcovered Elaimet of his own homeworld. That would be logical, since they would not need to drastically change their facial expressions to express their feelings, as they were not hidden under a layer of highly inert cover. Sylvan made a note to observe Hunter even closer from now on, and if needed to ask him about his expressions and their connection to his feelings. The ork seemed to be just as expressive with his facial features as any other wolf Sylvan knew.
His line of thought was cut off when Kargh invited them into his carriage to go over a map and also talk about something known as "legion". Apparently, it was the thing that drew such a strong negative reaction out of his human companion. Meaning, it had a certain darker meaning, that was lost on the wolf. Not wanting to butt into something that he had no idea about, being a bit more eager to get to understand where they were located, and seeing Hunter being more at ease around the ork after that once said that his ancestors has fought the Legion, Sylvan left the talk to his human companion. After all, someone had to memorize the map. Just in case something went awry and they would not be able to summon it later.
The black canine simply needed to focus and envisage what he wanted to achieve. And since he knew the secrets behind steel, intimately guarded by blacksmiths, it was possible for the wolf to produce a much more decent blade for the ork. Not just well polished an shiny, but actually structured in a way, that actually allowed for the new axe to be battleworthy, and not just crack after the first two collisions with much more massive metal shields or steel blades of higher quality. The handle was also of the finest hardwood of his lands. All in all, the weapon lost of its flourish, but judging by the many scars and cuts on the orks face, he would not cry about that loss. Much. He hoped.
The process took almost six minutes, during which Sylvan was concentrating on the visual of the weapon, internal structure of the steel, the quality of the wood for the handle and the process it would take to craft such a weapon. It was especially important for the smile of the axe. But, when finished, the wolf warrior was surprised to hold something he would have never could dream of forging with his own hands. Maybe, even most of the blacksmiths of their fiefdom could not hope to accomplish such and undertaking given the finest materials and a month. This gave way to his thoughts running in the direction of him being able to supply his own warpack with weapons of such great quality... But the wolf abruptly stopped them and threw away. Such thoughts were meaningless here and now. He would dream when he is weak and useless.
- Your axe Kargh. I hope it serves you well and spills blood of those walking the paths of darkness. - With these words, the black canine presented the summoned axe to its new owner.
When they got back to Hunter and a new arrival in the form of a little ork girl, Sylvan got to notice something strange with his companion. Somehow his facial color changed, which was an interesting observation to conduct. Not just that, but his features were changing, but in a very subtle way. The wolf might have missed them, or dismissed them as inconsequential if not for his paying attention to details and Kargh's comment. Apparently, the furless creatures like humans had much more subdued expressions compared to the furcovered Elaimet of his own homeworld. That would be logical, since they would not need to drastically change their facial expressions to express their feelings, as they were not hidden under a layer of highly inert cover. Sylvan made a note to observe Hunter even closer from now on, and if needed to ask him about his expressions and their connection to his feelings. The ork seemed to be just as expressive with his facial features as any other wolf Sylvan knew.
His line of thought was cut off when Kargh invited them into his carriage to go over a map and also talk about something known as "legion". Apparently, it was the thing that drew such a strong negative reaction out of his human companion. Meaning, it had a certain darker meaning, that was lost on the wolf. Not wanting to butt into something that he had no idea about, being a bit more eager to get to understand where they were located, and seeing Hunter being more at ease around the ork after that once said that his ancestors has fought the Legion, Sylvan left the talk to his human companion. After all, someone had to memorize the map. Just in case something went awry and they would not be able to summon it later.
A predator's heart
Knows no remorse
It lives for the hunt
Knows no remorse
It lives for the hunt
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