Scion Of Devastation

[*Krayt]

As his body slowly healed he watched the completion of the blade. He remined seated on hos knees during it's forging. Putting one sole on the ground standing kneeling he pushed himself up with the aid of his one remaining arm. With a determinded expression he waddled closer to the fiend and grappled the demonic arm he was holding. His vision still blurred and his head throbbing. If the ladling would offer no resistence he would take the arm from him and ram it as hard as he could in his weakened state into his emty shoulder socket. Fist now when he feelt his own blood mingle with the tainted flesh he invoket his fiendish regeneration causing his own flesh to reform very rappidly. Holding his newly attached arm with a firm grip by it's wrist as if he expected it to turn against him.

"A fitting name Azor of the barren dunes. Mayhap in time we can increase it even further.. Alas fist I need you to forge a restraint as well as support for this new tool of mine."

He didn't try to move the arm yet or even make a muscle move, he wanted the restraints in place first. Believing it has been spared from returning to the abyss for a reason unbenign to himself.

[*Selebius]

The Bladeling assists silently again, preparing tools and ointments and oils the two other Doomguards will need to complete their task of merging the fiendish arm with mortal flesh.

The arm itself twitches sometimes as if it has been woken, as if the pain, suffering and corription pulled it from its slumber.