Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-27550231-20190123055945

"Aye. I am almost done shaping this mace. All I have to do is affix a pommel, wrap the handle and sharpen the blades. Yes..." Jorge gave his mace a swing. "It is coming along very well indeed."

Jorge walked over the whetstone in Armata's forge and took a seat on the bench and began to slowly peddle the thing to life.

"Since when have you had that living doll back there? It watched me work for some time before going to sleep. Heh... it gave me the grand idea of abandoning the sword for a mace."