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04-08-2014, 01:00 PM
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ULRIK the ENGINEER
Ulrik had been working hard, mining for metals around the Basin, which was perfectly in line with what Illynx had desired. Boring out the caves had served two purposes: one, to expand the living space, and two, to gather the necessary metals for his sentinels. Who was the knitter now, d'Art? The Engineer stood at the precipice of his madness, and without hesitation, he dove into the black. His bronze eyes glittered wildly, and he inhaled, deep breaths marking his actions. The frame, which he had built in Frostfall, was not partially covered, and he used his magic to call it to life. A spring breeze curled around his fetlocks, and the ground was soft from the snow having melted, bright sun overhead. He would call this metal machine into life in the bright light of day, visible to all as plates of metal collapsed over one another in flawless movement. Hydraulic pistons, lubricated with black grease began to shift as wires and casings snaked in and out, connecting in the right places with the power of his craft. His magic was draining, and he felt as if his heart was beating too hard, hammering in his chest, aching and tiring. A storm raged in his very soul, crashing and crying in his ears, eyes closing as he stood firmly in the face of this exertion. And suddenly, the howling stopped, and he gasped for breath, looking up at the tall, covered structure of a metal horse towering above him. A single, metal hoof was nearly the width of his barrel, a true Trojan creature. It stood, eerily still, unmoving until Ulrik ran his nose up the back of the creatures leg, finding the secret button and pressing. A noise like a car crash echoed through the valley and two, red orbs lit up, flickering. The sentinel was on. The sentinel was watching. One of the two guardians of the gates was activated, and Ulrik grinned, dancing around his creation, cloven hooves kicking up dirt as he darted in front. Test. Time to test. Ulrik used his magic to command the creature's attention and convince him that he was not of the herd. Then, as he strode forward, the cascading metal machine turned, blocking the way with its massive, metal body. It leaned its head down, red eye staring at him as an alarm started, a bright, screeching whir. Oh, it's perfect. Ulrik shut it off and put the creature back on standby, now sure that it would function, at least well enough, for right now. He was beside himself. Kirchoff looked up, in awe of what Ulrik had made, and for the first time in his short life, he was stunned into silence. |
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