Candle light softly glowed, illuminating the pages before Buthaleirus. Although not formally educated, Buthaleirus had a basic understanding of the written word. Alabaster had taught him well.
It had only been a couple hours since the great Kazzak had fallen, but Butha's excitement over his newest toy lingered. His head still rang with words of congratulations. They played as a song of celebration serenading his sub-consciousness. Butha smiled, reading and humming to the silent tune. He was interested as never before. What other great items existed? What are their legends? Could one be his destiny?
As he turned the final page of Thrall's "borrowed" book, a single verse from Butha's unheard song played over and again,"Jya gonna be usin dem beat sticks now?"
It was the great huntress, Sayifia's voice that posed the question.
It was a question, Butha had pondered on more than one occasion. He had often been intrigued by the strength and power held within the blunt weapons. Now, it was a question he was trying to answer. He had known only daggers, and their sharp and pointed edges."Mayces?" He asked to himself softly, as he turned the great Demolisher over, examining it. It was a heavy weapon. Hefting it, he felt its great weight, and although cumbersome, he imagined with practice its potential for devastation. Buthaleirus closed his eyes. Within the silent song of congratulations, Butha found a rhythm, and to that rhythm he danced, a deadly dance. Swinging the Demolisher high and low, he began to unfold the weapon's potential. Moments turned to minutes, and minutes to hours, sweat poured from the beserking troll's pours, as the rogue entered a state of near madness and exhaustion.
Consciousness fading, Buthaleirus opened his eyes. Their now peaceful gaze rested upon a the only word that appeared on that final page.Buthaleirus smiled his trademark grin as fatigue took hold and consciousness left him,
but not before he uttered that single word:
SPINESHATTER.
It had only been a couple hours since the great Kazzak had fallen, but Butha's excitement over his newest toy lingered. His head still rang with words of congratulations. They played as a song of celebration serenading his sub-consciousness. Butha smiled, reading and humming to the silent tune. He was interested as never before. What other great items existed? What are their legends? Could one be his destiny?
As he turned the final page of Thrall's "borrowed" book, a single verse from Butha's unheard song played over and again,"Jya gonna be usin dem beat sticks now?"
It was the great huntress, Sayifia's voice that posed the question.
It was a question, Butha had pondered on more than one occasion. He had often been intrigued by the strength and power held within the blunt weapons. Now, it was a question he was trying to answer. He had known only daggers, and their sharp and pointed edges."Mayces?" He asked to himself softly, as he turned the great Demolisher over, examining it. It was a heavy weapon. Hefting it, he felt its great weight, and although cumbersome, he imagined with practice its potential for devastation. Buthaleirus closed his eyes. Within the silent song of congratulations, Butha found a rhythm, and to that rhythm he danced, a deadly dance. Swinging the Demolisher high and low, he began to unfold the weapon's potential. Moments turned to minutes, and minutes to hours, sweat poured from the beserking troll's pours, as the rogue entered a state of near madness and exhaustion.
Consciousness fading, Buthaleirus opened his eyes. Their now peaceful gaze rested upon a the only word that appeared on that final page.Buthaleirus smiled his trademark grin as fatigue took hold and consciousness left him,
but not before he uttered that single word:SPINESHATTER.
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