D O M I N U S
Clan Rekali had the right idea.
His niece, had the right idea.
It was one thing to walk around with the ability to sling Magick in one's pocket. It was another thing to have said abilities ever-present and active. During their last meeting, Isley saw firsthand the rune-covered armors of his distant kin – and while the situation was far from ideal, the notion stuck. Isley filed it under "areas to explore" in his mind...and now that opportunity presented itself to do just that.
Aboard Little Sundari, the largest of Echoy'la's Sky-stations, had Isley set up a relatively modest Forge. It was not of the same caliber as the one destroyed on Krant, nor did it hold a candle to the one on Aza'Zoth. But for now, it would suffice. It was here that the man who had given up his claim decided to spend some much needed time alone. Just him, the fire, and his thoughts. At the moment, he busied himself with the creation of a new beskar'gam – from scratch.
Thus far, the helm had already been created for the most part. All that remained was the introduction of runes to the metal's surface. Now, Isley had a flair for the artistic when it came to his creations, he did not settle for merely engraving something. Rather, he dipped a fine-tipped brush in a base and began to carefully plot out a design. The runes would be carefully introduced to the pattern: discreetly becoming a powerful part of the overall design. At a glance, the armor would be beautiful...but that was just the beginning.
His niece, had the right idea.
It was one thing to walk around with the ability to sling Magick in one's pocket. It was another thing to have said abilities ever-present and active. During their last meeting, Isley saw firsthand the rune-covered armors of his distant kin – and while the situation was far from ideal, the notion stuck. Isley filed it under "areas to explore" in his mind...and now that opportunity presented itself to do just that.
Aboard Little Sundari, the largest of Echoy'la's Sky-stations, had Isley set up a relatively modest Forge. It was not of the same caliber as the one destroyed on Krant, nor did it hold a candle to the one on Aza'Zoth. But for now, it would suffice. It was here that the man who had given up his claim decided to spend some much needed time alone. Just him, the fire, and his thoughts. At the moment, he busied himself with the creation of a new beskar'gam – from scratch.
Thus far, the helm had already been created for the most part. All that remained was the introduction of runes to the metal's surface. Now, Isley had a flair for the artistic when it came to his creations, he did not settle for merely engraving something. Rather, he dipped a fine-tipped brush in a base and began to carefully plot out a design. The runes would be carefully introduced to the pattern: discreetly becoming a powerful part of the overall design. At a glance, the armor would be beautiful...but that was just the beginning.