Post by Nuqion on Oct 6, 2017 0:45:18 GMT
The will was of Zeus, the hand of Hephaestus
The sound of metal clanging upon metal echoed out through the spires of the area he had decided to call home for a while. Delicate hands worked small wires through metal casings and rubbery insulation, the details seemingly endless to the projects he had been working on. He had set up shop in an area he knew was inhabited by none other than the Hooligan tribe under a new chief, the heir to Stoick the Vast. Of course he had never met either of the men, but he was never quite familiar with the concept of fear. He knew he could create things most in the world could comprehend, and often gave his inventions as gifts to those willing to accept them. He was almost finished with these two creations, the work completely different to what most expected.
He allowed the finishing touches to be placed upon the two creations, runes and designs of historic events that had been long lost to common knoledge fluttered around the edges of them. They looked incomplete, with their strange patterns of artwork that patched their way across the glittering bronze creatures. They appeared to be like extremely large spiders, only flat and disc like with six scuttling legs. He woke his dragons, calling Umbra and Fawn to wakefulness. Their grumbles were received with a light chuckle before they spit a bit of flame at his creation, the combination of gas and fire awakening the runes that ran across the strange contraptions body. The two creatures shuddered to life, flames licking up through their joints before calming into a glowing blue hue. The runes glimmered with a glittering shine, not quite metallic but not quite glitter as well, a strange mix of the two that was surprisingly beautiful to behold.
The man who had been working on the two creations stretched, feeling his shoulders and fingers crack as he straightened out his spine with his palms reaching up to the sky. The two spider-like creations scuttled off the table and wandered around, their commands not having been given yet so they wandered aimlessly but still stayed close to their creator. Their blue glow didn't dim, the light shining from in-between the joints and creases within their metal bodies. The size was that of a rather large dog, something he had been planning to modify later a bit for more stealth reasons.
The inner structure of these contraptions was a small core of conducting metal and wiring that fed currents through the whole of the contraptions metallic body. The energy from the runes ran currents continuously throughout the metal body and only needed to be fed a bit of fire every few days from a dragon to activate the runes that littered the contraptions metal skin. Zipplebacks tended to work best due to gas being able to permeate throughout the entirety of the creatures wire workings.
Most simply called it magic, he called it runic texts.
He relaxed, softly petting his dragons heads and watching as the two contraptions scuttled around his work space, the area cosy and full of varying materials. Designs, metals, pencils, parchment, and half completed projects littered the area which was surprising given how small the actual building was. A makeshift forge was the epicenter of the small hut along with a small man-made stream which fed him fresh water to cool his projects down with.
Daybreak slowly rolled onto the hills of his temporary home, mist curling off the sanded beaches. He loved misted mornings like this and decided to at least make himself look decent in case he was discovered. His hair was a mess and more than likely had been seared at some ends, he hadn't been sleeping very well so he was sure he looked terrible and his clothes were a few days old. He was wondering why his dragons hadn't tried to burn him yet, but shrugged it off and went to clean himself up a bit. A few splashes of water on his face and a quick change of clothes later he was already feeling better. He began combing the tangles out of his hair and checking for burnt ends as the sun slowly climbed into the very beginnings of the sky, his eyes watching it slowly rise to warm the day.
He allowed the finishing touches to be placed upon the two creations, runes and designs of historic events that had been long lost to common knoledge fluttered around the edges of them. They looked incomplete, with their strange patterns of artwork that patched their way across the glittering bronze creatures. They appeared to be like extremely large spiders, only flat and disc like with six scuttling legs. He woke his dragons, calling Umbra and Fawn to wakefulness. Their grumbles were received with a light chuckle before they spit a bit of flame at his creation, the combination of gas and fire awakening the runes that ran across the strange contraptions body. The two creatures shuddered to life, flames licking up through their joints before calming into a glowing blue hue. The runes glimmered with a glittering shine, not quite metallic but not quite glitter as well, a strange mix of the two that was surprisingly beautiful to behold.
The man who had been working on the two creations stretched, feeling his shoulders and fingers crack as he straightened out his spine with his palms reaching up to the sky. The two spider-like creations scuttled off the table and wandered around, their commands not having been given yet so they wandered aimlessly but still stayed close to their creator. Their blue glow didn't dim, the light shining from in-between the joints and creases within their metal bodies. The size was that of a rather large dog, something he had been planning to modify later a bit for more stealth reasons.
The inner structure of these contraptions was a small core of conducting metal and wiring that fed currents through the whole of the contraptions metallic body. The energy from the runes ran currents continuously throughout the metal body and only needed to be fed a bit of fire every few days from a dragon to activate the runes that littered the contraptions metal skin. Zipplebacks tended to work best due to gas being able to permeate throughout the entirety of the creatures wire workings.
Most simply called it magic, he called it runic texts.
He relaxed, softly petting his dragons heads and watching as the two contraptions scuttled around his work space, the area cosy and full of varying materials. Designs, metals, pencils, parchment, and half completed projects littered the area which was surprising given how small the actual building was. A makeshift forge was the epicenter of the small hut along with a small man-made stream which fed him fresh water to cool his projects down with.
Daybreak slowly rolled onto the hills of his temporary home, mist curling off the sanded beaches. He loved misted mornings like this and decided to at least make himself look decent in case he was discovered. His hair was a mess and more than likely had been seared at some ends, he hadn't been sleeping very well so he was sure he looked terrible and his clothes were a few days old. He was wondering why his dragons hadn't tried to burn him yet, but shrugged it off and went to clean himself up a bit. A few splashes of water on his face and a quick change of clothes later he was already feeling better. He began combing the tangles out of his hair and checking for burnt ends as the sun slowly climbed into the very beginnings of the sky, his eyes watching it slowly rise to warm the day.
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