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Fifteen Angry Bullets

Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2017 12:00 am
by *NeverOutPunned
She stood before the ammunition press like she had a dozen times and stared at the lever. She had stood there soaked to the bone and chilled from the slime, weeping for someone lost, grinning in anticipation or wrathful beyond words. That dark cycle, she didn't know what to feel. She felt the eyes of some godsmen or other on her back, silent, judging. Her features were empty, for the moment, she calculated. Normally, her hands would more, preparing for a batch of steel-core without thought but these rounds weren't for her to set lose at some generic target, instead, that night, she would make fifteen bullets, fifteen rounds of ammunition for the faction as her admittance project and they would be a work of unfettered hate. The raven queen had taken much from sigil but there was one specific that she had come to realize she had lost as a result of their aggression, one of the few she cared about. The moon elf stood there, distantly shaking at the thought. It would have to be a dark-steel shell. Rough on a weapon, too hard for normal powder but it would last for a time, vengeance shouldn't misfire. Her twitching hand went to her alchemy kit and flipped it open, she wouldn't trust this project to prefabrication. The bullet had to be cold iron. Minimal adulteration. axiomatic brass had been considered and dismissed, awful ballistic property. A batch was being prepared, she trusted the orc, he had helped her upon her arrival and she would be shaping it further. The inscription was what would elevate the rounds to something worth the extra efforts. The elf allowed herself to smile. She admired dragons for their conviction and she admired their language for the ease at which it carried magic and so, she would carve a line and a half of the litany of hatred into each bullet and she would sear that sensation into the construction. It wouldn't eliminate her wrath, but the portion she sealed away would make her feel better for a few cycles. It took some short hour but Deledia Amol'yan completed her fabrication.

Fifteen Angry Bullets

Posted: Sun Mar 19, 2017 12:00 am
by *Hydra
The Factor was intrigued and certainly pleased with the prospective namer, the conversation that followed cleared her doubts, the elf would make a fitting element, there were some disagreements of course, but she couldn't let such potential slip away and as such Deledia came out of the meeting with a badge.