Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-27550231-20190206042819

Hammering.

Sparks.

Heat.

All were oh so familiar to the Warden as he entered Armata's private forge. He made no effort to hide his movements. No effort to hide his trespass. He strode confidently to Armata in the forge and looked over the monster as he worked.

"An idea has come to me in my slumber. Perhaps we could mitigate Prad's lack of skill with an armor that would compensate for his percieved weakness. Perhaps we could bring life to his armor and allow them to care for each other?"