Carnium... Bradium... High density versions of ores... A plethora to play with, yet I'm stuck in this hellhole... At the very least, I have scrap metal around to tinker with. I don't have much of an audience to critique my creations, though. All I have are these prototypes that shouldn't even be called prototypes! Just ramblings of an ambitious soul with a passion for the forge! Imagine, will you: a bow that can function as a katar in extreme stress! Though I was accused of trying to "ship" something. I don't care what this "ship" thing is, unless I'm allowed to inspect the construction of a ship that flies or floats.
Dear Odin... Being down here can do a number on your sanity. Worse than alcohol or drugs, sometimes... Hell, they're probably safer now. What the Hell was I talking about?














