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Irelyn :: Plain Griffin :: Molten Dagger
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TORLEIK
Death follows into your watery grave
Torleik had been deeply unsettled to see a blue Pegasus come swooping down from the sky, and out of protective instinct, had firmly planted himself in front of the orb, between it and the flying mare. Much to his displeasure, however, the Earth turtle explained that the babe's parents must have abandoned it - and that the three of them would be tested to see who was most fit to take care of the thing.
This would be interesting. The dual-horned stallion was highly competitive and was loath to lose a competition of this kind. If he was to lose, it had best be to the other mare that had come second, and not to that damnable Pegasus. His disgruntled mood was short lived, as he focused himself on his task.
This thing was half bird, so he needed to get proper bird things. But it was also half lion - or so it looked - and he needed to take that into account. Still, it was the back half that was lion, so...perhaps less important. An idea occurred to him instantly: birds liked shiny things. Birds put shiny things in their nests. He would give the bird a shiny nest. But that was not all he would bring; that would be a rather simple, straightforward and uninventive gift. No, he would find a way to make the nest special...
Glad to be away from the molten temperatures of Helovia's Heart, Torliek lowered his head to look at the ground if only for a brief respite from the blazing sun - and then it struck him. Were there not gems in this ground somewhere nearby? They would make excellent additions to the nest. Searching diligently, the black stallion, sweating profusely in the heat, found what he was looking for. With a careful pawing, he worked as many gems out of the ground as he could comfortably fit in his mouth and made a straight line for the Basin.
He needed Ulrik.
His engineer friend would be of the utmost use here with his magical abilities to create marvelous mechanical contraptions. The shaggy stallion was not hard to find: he was outside, tinkering with some other project already."Lulrech," Torleik called around the slobbery mouthful of gems, spitting them out when he drew near. "Might I ask a favor? It involves you creating a machine..." he added, hoping that would pique the engineer's curiosity enough to agree. Otherwise, this plan was lost.
@[Ulrik]
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| Deceased atk: 5.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 6.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.1 hh :: 11 HP: 69.5 | Buff: ENDURE |
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Ulrik the Engineer
The black and bronze stallion held no ill will toward Torleik. As always, the tinkerer would tinker, and he would not let anything (especially petty emotions) get in the way of that. Like all the famous scientists of the world, his one true love was the creation of fantastical machines, and everything else was only a distraction from a higher calling, the truth, the mathematical words of god! Well, perhaps not that drastic, but when working on a machine, he felt calm and normal - those were two descriptors he rarely ever had the luxury of experiencing.
Now, his powers were back, his metal wolf raised, and he had a small pile of metal ready for testing a new idea he had in mind. Well, that was until the beastly Torleik came blundering in, mouth stuffed with something that made his name come out funny. The stallion's ears tilted backward in annoyance, and he spared only the barest, irked glance before turning back to his metal, trying to recall his blueprints again.
Shiny gems then were suddenly spit out at his cloven hooves, and Ulrik furrowed his brows in confusion. What were these? The stallion raised a brow slightly. A machine? What did he need with a machine. Still, the idea intrigued him. Ulrik desired for his creations to traverse the world. "What were you thinking about?" he asked curiously, his graveled voice showing a hint of deep interest. "Why the stones?" He was not an artist... or well, not a good one. Everything he made was functional, mechanical and electrical.
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| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.3 :: 11 HP: 66.5 | Buff: SWIFT |
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Irelyn :: Plain Griffin :: Molten Dagger
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TORLEIK
Death follows into your watery grave
Torleik was glad for Ulrik's capacity to move on since their spat had not been personal at all. Now, with a quest in front of him and a desire to aid a homeless youngling, the dual-horned stallion sought out his mechanically minded friend. Spitting gems out onto the ground, Torleik requested Ulrik's aid in this plan.
"There is an abandoned baby bird-lion...creature," he explained. "I need to bring something back for it to prove I can take care of it. I was thinking - birds, they like shiny things. Perhaps if you could concoct some machine that could...double as a toy and the base of a nest for the babe?" Torleik inquired. "I thought you could set the gems in the metal at various places and make it...prettier."
Torleik was obviously not used to talking about beautification of things. He was not well-versed in the synonyms for such feminine words. "Is that something you could do for me?" Torleik questioned his willingness to build for him, but not his skill; he was quite aware Ulrik could build impressive machines, he thought, as he eyed the wolf that had once attacked him. His leg still ached from that particular injury.
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| Deceased atk: 5.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 6.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.1 hh :: 11 HP: 69.5 | Buff: ENDURE |
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Ulrik the Engineer
Ulrik's curiosity turned into irritated confusion as he mentioned some baby bird. Were they rescuers of the crippled now? Not like he could exactly talk, given that Kirchoff had been more or less taken by that strange riddle-giving thing. The engineer had no idea what it was, and he also did not have any desire to truly find out. What hid under those robes had to be something hideous or mind-shattering. The stallion paused, thinking for a moment as his freshly clean beard caught the warmer winds.
The process of thinking through the design, the plans, was the most difficult. Ulrik had to imagine a mechanical bowl shape that would open and close like an aperture and then how to efficiently and perfectly use those pieces to transform into some sort of toy. At least the toy did not have to be complex like the multiple joints and hydraulic pistons of his hefty mechanical wolf. In all honesty, this project would be rather small and simple. It was geometry with engineering, not electronics for the most part. Fitting in the stones would be weird though - he had never made settings before.
"Yeah, I can do that," he muttered absently, looking at his pile of metal and realizing that it was much too little. Ulrik went over to his metal wolf, which was damaged anyway, and stomped his cloven hoof onto the tail, snapping it off at the hip. Now, he had enough to work with. The stallion closed his eyes and the pieces of metal began to float as if a magnet was pulsing above them, and then, everything began to take shape faster than the eye could process.
A bronze light of heat and the expulsion of energy radiated from the creation for a moment until it dropped to the ground with a dull thud. The creation was like a weird shaped bowl as a nest, the pieces of metal overlapping so that they would slide to expand and contract, but a weird button protruded from one side. Ulrik popped it with his hoof and a whirring noise of spinning gears filled the silence. Suddenly, it was manipulated into a the shape of a very primitive bird with flapping wings and snapped and popped up and down. Then, the flapping slowly came to a stop as the mechanical wind-up device spun down. Ulrik pressed the button again and it went back into the shape of the bowl.
"I am not sure how long the creature will fit inside of the nest part, but it should last at least a few months, I would imagine," he grunted, looking down. "Pressing the button activates the winding gear to make the toy's wings flap." Ulrik looked up at Torleik. "Done?"
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Irelyn :: Plain Griffin :: Molten Dagger
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TORLEIK
Death follows into your watery grave
Torleik watched patiently as Ulrik remained quiet for a while, thinking, he assumed. The black stallion noted the bronze-marked one was freshly clean and absently wondered why. Likely he had suddenly remembered one day that bathing was a thing that should be done and performed the action perfunctorily. Perhaps he had bathed after their battle to clean wounds. Either way, Torleik knew it wasn't something that would cross Ulrik's mind again for some time, and that thought amused him a little.
The Engineer agreed to help and the dual-horned stallion said nothing, allowing Ulrik to work in silence. The other snapped the tail off of his mechanical wolf and Torleik winced, thinking that was a physical example of why Ulrik would be a poor leader: everything existed purely for parts, for the next big project. No, Ulrik was perfect in his position as a genius and an inventor. That was why Torleik was here; he would not have asked anyone else to help. That, and he thought perhaps asking Ulrik's help would be a display that Torleik acknowledged Ulrik's necessity and his skill.
It was amazing to watch the metal suddenly come together with a flash and heat, of which Torleik was not overly fond. His curiosity overtook his distaste though, and he peered at the creation, finding it to be functional and sparkly - which was good. Birds liked things that caught their eye. When Ulrik showed him how to make the nest into a toy and have it flap its wings, the blue-eyed demon smiled. Little things like that proved to him that Ulrik did not have a mechanical pump in place of a heart; only one who cared at least a fraction would think to give the babe a toy that would be instinctually familiar. "Thank you, Ulrik," Torleik rumbled, picking up the nest and placing it on his back, just below his mane; it attached itself to the hair and stabilized itself on his body. "If I can repay the favor, only let me know." He was aware there was likely little he could do for the Engineer, but if that day should come, Torleik would do his utmost to repay Ulrik.
Taking his leave, the stallion began his trek back to Helovia's Heart, but with a few stops along the way. To pad the nest, he gathered soft grasses and mosses from the trees he passed, setting them in the contraption on his back. The air was hot and still so he did not worry overmuch about a breeze taking away his things. He required only one more part to his gift: food. The beak and talons on the front of the babe reminded him of a bird of prey, and coupled with the back half of a lion, Torleik surmised the thing would eat raw meat - or be a carnivore, at least.
He forded the river that lay in the Thistle Meadow, but paused. A river would provide a source of food, and he was more than used to fishing. He was not in possession of a line of string and a hook, or any net made by the crafters of his people, but that did not mean a fish could not be caught. They were rather simple creatures, unfortunately, and could be easily fooled if handled correctly. Sniffing around and pawing at the moist dirt near the riverbank, Torleik came up with a wriggly, soil-caked worm in his lips. A brief search awarded him with a slender stick. Spitting out the worm for a second, he picked up the stick and propped it against a rock, holding it in place with a hoof. Snatching the wriggling bit of protein up again - the little bastard had been trying to get away - the horse jabbed the worm on the fallen piece of thin wood after many unsuccessful tries. It helped when the worm had been allowed to die and didn't wriggle about horribly, he thought with irritation.
Placing the stick on a stone in the river, he kept it there with a hoof and watched the worm flail about underwater. Torleik remained motionless, head dipped low to the water's surface, watching, waiting. Fish were easily spooked and he had to be patient in order to catch one. Seconds seemed like ages as the hot sun beat down upon his black coat, making the sweat leave little white trails down his sides. From far away it would look as if his rabicano coloring was suddenly expanding its white. Finally, after a good ten minutes of stillness, a curious fish found the worm too much of a temptation to resist and began to nibble. Drawing his lips back from his teeth slowly, Torleik's head snapped down in a flash, his muzzle breaking the water and teeth closing down on the scaled flesh of the water animal.
Fish tasted terrible. He had to resist the strong urge to spit the creature out immediately back into the water. Instead, he tossed his head back up and hurled the fish onto the bank, following momentarily. With a single, hard stomp, he ended the flopping thing's life, but frowned. Now the fish looked half-mauled. Ah well. Torleik was not one to make pretty things; that was why he had enlisted help. His gift complete, he reluctantly picked up the fish in his teeth again and began to walk. He wouldn't set it in the nest and have the babe's home reek. That was unacceptable.
Now to return and see what the others had brought. Torleik was worried his gift would not be enough, or would lack sufficient cleverness to win over this Earth Turtle. It frustrated him often that simple want or will to do the best he could was not enough to prove anything.
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