Post by scarecrow on Apr 16, 2014 19:46:58 GMT
Sweat staining his brow after what had been hours of toiling over his most recent project, Scarecrow laid out several books on various old languages native to the area. Nordic runes: Eldar Futhark. "I damn near had to skin the cow myself..." the tengu muttered under his breath. It had been days since he had emerged from the armory. Scarecrow brought hammer to tool again and again carving into large swaths of leather day in and day out. It needed to be perfect. As the moon rose, Scarecrow lifted his head; the inscriptions had been made, all that was left was dying the pieces, and then lacing them together. As much as the half-breed wanted sleep, he forged on. It needed to be done soon, given recent events in the surrounding lands. It needed to be perfect.
