#tornukia

[tornukia]

Forged Anew

The machines of times long forgotten, the working smithy now in full flow as the construct get’s the machine of ancient times, life once more. The Forged would stand, and stand they must. The dire news the entity Tor’nukia had received, was of dire news indeed...

The champion of light, Tirion was no more, the legion was upon them all. And that what was believed stopped in Dreanor, was now in full force. She peered up at the Kortex’s of those of her brethren. Many who had fallen during the march to Icecrown Citadel. Each bearing their scar’s, their damages from the fall of each ones march.

She touches the faces of each one now renewed, the Kortex’s ready to be given a new life, a life held in the hands of her sister. The relic nurtured with the love, hope, and dreams of what she believed to change the course of the Forged once more. Purpose, and humility.

She steps back, as she takes up hammer and steel, forging anew her weapons and armor. The work toiling away at her as she worked effortlessly through day and night.

Shaping the armors of The forged left behind by that of Fynnian Bronzebeard. The legacy that he dreamed to bring to be, The Forged. 

She peer over, to the tombs of her beloved maker, of her maker and that of her teacher. The person she took after her own image from. Remember her vows she spoke, of the teachings. She lightly touches the Argent Tomb always nurtured at her belt. Her opticals peering up along the high ceilings, where the tapestry of old shifted. That of the ranks of the Silver Hands, The Argent Dawn, and The Argent Crusade. She took it all in now. As she smiles.

“ We will fight once more, here on Azeroth, and then towards Argus...We will join the Army of Light...for they will have need of us...relics of the old war.” she’d say. Working the smith, then pauses. Scowling for once, her earthen features causing fissures along her skin. She pauses, reaching up to take a custom made item. Opening the clasp she wore on her neck, to peer at the image of her sister and herself.

“...Azuriann...” Could she leave her sister behind? She felt doubt, a rarity, that she could feel. Peering to the ranks that felt so few that were intact enough. She knew they would carry the work of the cause. Closing the locket she nods, that they could move on without her. She would get the few Forged up and running, and with the assistance of the Dreanai, she would aid in making a difference. One way or another.’

She wasn’t going to leave her family behind, she wasn’t going anywhere. She’d fight on Azeroth, and die on Azeroth. She still had her own role to play in the Broken Isles. As do her kin. The roads this day would split.

[danoriathemedic]

Travel to the Monestary

7/15/16: Tian Monestary

They came to the court of the pandaren Monestary, that of Tian. The place of tranquility, peace, harmony, a step down of those in the northern portion of the land itself. The people strong, proud, and in perfect balance still even after all that had transpired. Folks laughing, talking, eating all around. Though many nearby stopped, to peer at the two oddities that now were in their midst.

Dee awoke slowly,her breathing muffled in the respirator that she always wore upon her features. She’d come too, glancing around from within the arm’s of the massive Construct, the armored sentinel of Azuriann’s house, Ab’dania or some such. Dee didn’t really know to well other than this person was now her charge till her new location.

Dee glanced around, looking left to right to all the foliage, she had never been out here for to long. She traversed it from time to time, on short excursions but not to stay. She took in the land, the beauty of it all. This was something serene, peaceful, a place that was odd to her senses within her attire.

Dee would look towards Tor, who lumbered along, the steam powered attire of the construct hissing steam, forcing folks to take a wide berth of the automaton.Looking over the archaic and ancient regalia of the suit the construct wore at all times.

“ Will I be able to come home someday?”

She’d inquire of the construct as she and her went along. The construct looks to her quizically, and would softly touch her vent to the Dee’s own filter system,” Someday little one, someday you can return. Once those who hold grudges can move on and forgive.”

Dee was conflicted, she didn’t want to be alone again, not again, she hated feeling left behind. But Azuriann and momma Kel had made it plain. That Dee would be in danger, and not only her, but everyone else. And she couldn’t let that happen.

Tor’s grip was firm as she set her down, as the two glanced about,” Time is what will be needed. Time in that which it needs to heal...I return now Dee, be safe.”

She’d say to Dee, as the Construct of House Ab’adania turned to leave. Leaving the Mortician there, amidst the pandaren’s. She stood awkwardly, as the slow tear’s dripped from the chin of her ventilator. The woman felt so very alone again, once more feeling left behind as the broad back of the Guardian went away.

She flinches feeling a soft hand on her shoulder, looking over to seeing the soft smile of an elder panderan,” You must be Dee, we were told you would be arriving. Come, come, you are amidst friends.” he’d say softly and assuringly, as the Mortician was lead to her new hide away with a heavy heart.

[tornukia]

The Runic Shard

She returns to her shop, within the district of the Hospice she was given, her workshop, the room cluttered as it were. But to where everything was. Her designs she had carried were now slowly filling the forge itself. But that was not the task at hand, no no indeed it was not. She would get to work, as she moved to the forge, setting the Runic shard aside, on a table. She got to work, slowly forging a containment able to hold the shard.

Away she worked, with steady effort, she would work tirelessly into the night. She needed not sleep, she needed no rest, as it were for those Forged. Forged to the duty to uphold the dreams of those who were sentient. Again she worked, making each piece, each one smithed according to it’s duty, an it’s memory, tending to what is required. What it was asked of, to protect the Runic Stone.

Hammering away, etching the runes of light into the very steel. She would craft the words of the faith, the words now built into her core. Built into her heart with love, and faith. She scribes it into the steel. Each surface a work of art, each part enforced in the light. The words of those long past etched into the pieces she worked on, till the task at hand was complete. By morning hour, the containment was built.

Placing the Massive runic stone in it’s center, to be hovered, by the device, the runes ablaze along the steel. The lights empowerment would keep the wicked away, strip their very being of their powers. And those still wicked trying to steal it would be put ablaze in the fire’s of the words etched into it. Along the Rim, in Common, were the words of true faith,” He of Pure Heart, is Key.” she nods, as she finishes, the device empowered and working to it’s complete order.

But she watches, fascinated as the stone reacts to the holy power, so attuned in Fel it gave an aura, emitting it’s own displeasure.

The stone would float there, the runes ablaze now along the stone, would pulse, as it tried to get the holy aura away which just empowers the machine. The Containment field working to it’s precise design, she smiles, within her helm.

“ Through faith, no evil can compare to the righteous hearts of sentient life,” she replies to herself, nodding the device made, she would move it to where it was needed, and would set it up, into one of the lower hall vaults, to await inspection of those who will be required, her duty done...

[tornukia]

Home...?

Tor ponders to herself long and hard of the Fridays event, she was asked to assist in operations against the Shadow Council. The construct had registered the request in terms of Old One Protocol’s. Eradication of the tainted, the unknown. She had arrived late due to the fact she didn't exactly react to Portaling well, and had to find a new method of travel, from mount back to get to the destination.

Her arrival was fortunate, as she had came and engaged the enemy from reserves, Downing one of their massive void crystals and the locks on guard, then the head off the Fel Construct that was engaging her allies. 

What had her, uncertain, was the praise she received then, she was a mere machine of war, a relic of a war long past.but the words spoken by doctor Kairos, made her feel better for it, if one could believe. She would head forth, following into the chamber.

Another crystal, much bigger, as she tried to handle the situation, one of the void entities had ruptured her pipeline, venting steam from the breech till she could fix it, the hunt was good, it had been what The Forged was built for, total war...yet...

Now she stands there, at guard of the hospice, without her armor, without the steam power she lived, fought, and worked in. She could hear the wind, see far better, it was...different, so very different, yet, she couldn’t help but think on what Doctor Azuriann had said...

“ Tor, you are a part of our family, a friend of mine, and Kairos and all who come here. No matter what happens, we stand by one another, you are irreplaceable,” Azuri had said to her. 

She peers out along the Royal Exchange, along where everyone was going about, the fabric of her clothes rustle slightly in the breeze. As she stood outside her armor, the words of encouragement upon her ears.

As she stood there, she came to an odd realization, as she felt, a slight dampness along her face, she would reach up, and touch the liquid that would run down her cheek,” strange, so strange, this is the third time I ever cried,” she says, uncertain, this was not, sorrow, but Joy. So strange, but, she was happy for certain looking upon her finger’s.

A soft smile crosses her earthen lips, as the massive female construct peers out across the Exchange, one word on her lips that she says, softly,” Home...”