Looks good you two :) I think Frisk meant that if it is still around he will join when he has time, not to actually wait for him to start it.. And in any case, where we don't know how long that will be, I'm going to say let's start now, and he can jump in later on.
IC:
Kornack lifted the hammer above his head and struck down at the glowing metal held in the vice. It was a stubborn material to work with, but that only made him that much more determined. With a sheen of sweat covering his upper torso from the intense heat of the forge, he struck again, and again. Each blow landing precisely where he intended, each blow flattening what would become the blade a little more. The rhythmic clash of his hammer caught the attention of some of those passing by, but none stopped to watch, for they knew someone else was watching, and they had no desire to draw attention to themselves.
Strong enough to turn aside a giant's blows, keen enough to cut the wind, heavy so only the strong may wield it. Kornack thought, focusing on the details of his orders so that he would not become distracted by the piercing gaze of the massive orc who stood far too close for true safety.
"My king, you should not be so close. Even the tamest slave can turn on you." the smaller of the two orcs whispered.
"So my guards have warned me. But I wish to observe this one, it may be that we will find a more suitable use for him than hauling firewood for your scrawny friends." the king growled in as close to a friendly tone as he could manage.
Kornack smiled, unsure of if they knew he could hear them or not, he was pleased to know that his strength may be needed elsewhere, and even more so that even the king's guards were wary of him. Though he had no intention of trying to escape the only life he'd ever known, the thought that one as lowly as himself could intimidate the mightiest of the orc warriors wasn't at all unpleasant.
IC:
Kornack lifted the hammer above his head and struck down at the glowing metal held in the vice. It was a stubborn material to work with, but that only made him that much more determined. With a sheen of sweat covering his upper torso from the intense heat of the forge, he struck again, and again. Each blow landing precisely where he intended, each blow flattening what would become the blade a little more. The rhythmic clash of his hammer caught the attention of some of those passing by, but none stopped to watch, for they knew someone else was watching, and they had no desire to draw attention to themselves.
Strong enough to turn aside a giant's blows, keen enough to cut the wind, heavy so only the strong may wield it. Kornack thought, focusing on the details of his orders so that he would not become distracted by the piercing gaze of the massive orc who stood far too close for true safety.
"My king, you should not be so close. Even the tamest slave can turn on you." the smaller of the two orcs whispered.
"So my guards have warned me. But I wish to observe this one, it may be that we will find a more suitable use for him than hauling firewood for your scrawny friends." the king growled in as close to a friendly tone as he could manage.
Kornack smiled, unsure of if they knew he could hear them or not, he was pleased to know that his strength may be needed elsewhere, and even more so that even the king's guards were wary of him. Though he had no intention of trying to escape the only life he'd ever known, the thought that one as lowly as himself could intimidate the mightiest of the orc warriors wasn't at all unpleasant.