Post by bagatru on Jan 1, 2016 19:25:46 GMT -5
Bagatru walked into his hut, rebuilt from his mothers. He casually set his massive heater shield on the wall, with his others. He walked to the far wall, setting his axe in it's proper place, among it's brothers. Bagatru often spent hours looking at his weapons, shields, and armor. Each one taken from foes, found among treasures, or forged by his own hand.
Bagatru retrieved his favored axe, it's perfect weight and balance familiar to his hand. He had forged the axe himself, from a pure vein of thorium. The blade swept into a graceful curve. The haft was bone, taken from blue dragon during the Nexus War. The handle was wrapped mithril wire. Trophies hung from the axe. A small pebble taken from a wayward elemental during the Cataclysm, from his time in the Flamebreach. A bit of linen, taken from a ghoul at the base of Icecrown. A preserved antenna, taken from a Klaxxi in the forgotten isle of Pandaria. Bagatru rolled a small iron spike around in his hand. The spike was taken from an Iron Horde grunt. None of his trophies were from the great terrors of the wars, but they made Bagatru smile none the less. Soon he would affix it to his axe, adding to it's power.
Bagatru retrieved his favored axe, it's perfect weight and balance familiar to his hand. He had forged the axe himself, from a pure vein of thorium. The blade swept into a graceful curve. The haft was bone, taken from blue dragon during the Nexus War. The handle was wrapped mithril wire. Trophies hung from the axe. A small pebble taken from a wayward elemental during the Cataclysm, from his time in the Flamebreach. A bit of linen, taken from a ghoul at the base of Icecrown. A preserved antenna, taken from a Klaxxi in the forgotten isle of Pandaria. Bagatru rolled a small iron spike around in his hand. The spike was taken from an Iron Horde grunt. None of his trophies were from the great terrors of the wars, but they made Bagatru smile none the less. Soon he would affix it to his axe, adding to it's power.