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12-24-2013, 09:21 PM
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ULRIK the ENGINEER
Illynx's fear about Deimos murdering interlopers was perhaps not well founded. Ulrik was more to blame for death than the Reaper. He had murdered some stupid, hornless mare in the Marsh not too long ago, but he had long forgotten why or even who it was. Death was just the other side of life, and occasionally, he hastened the coin toss. As he asked about her own ideas, he watched her move around the simple frame he had already constructed. When she smiled and shot him a look, he raised a brow, his own body not wavering in her delight. Instead, he stood still, the wind catching in his thick beard and hair, awaiting her explanation. When she told him of her idea, the stallion's eyes glittered deviously, and he nodded slowly, his mind easily breaking down the frame that he had built moments earlier. He did not have enough metal, but he could start on the frame of one of them, at least. Ulrik listened, creating the shape of a large, (20hh possibly) horse shape out of the metal with a general frame. Already the structure was imposing, and he could picture it finished, white smoke billowing from engine heat as the sentinels came to life. "Possible, but requiring of much material as you can see," he explained, nodding toward his very bare and immobile frame. "As for emitting noise, I think they will make enough noise on their own simply by moving a considering, metal mass. We may even feel them shake the ground before we hear..." he rumbled, eyes seeking the nearby hills for veins of ore. "Such engines would require frequent tuning, but I am usually always present. They will be autonomous, like wolf, able to sense motion and detect sounds. Even unmoving, I imagine they would be a formidable sight," he said with a mad grin. The stallion turned to Illynx, a newly found respect for her buried somewhere in his twisted soul. "You are full of brilliant ideas," he complimented. Such words were utterly and completely rare coming from his lips. "Gather as many as you can to dig metal ore from the ground. Get your weavers to make bag so we can carry more back. Make sure you bring iron and coal, if you can so we can temper it to steel. Copper for the wires. Gold for the settings. Gems, any color for focusing..." he said quickly, nodding his head once. "The time it takes to build these sentinels is purely dependent upon the time it takes to gather enough metal." |
