Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25363089-20161217152507/@comment-25363089-20161231154743

"...mmm not fully but close..". Margrit said as she ejected dust from it and then used the ice dust to craft a blade. It did hum but very very softly and for a breif second as the ice took form. "Its called singing death cause of how i use it. For you see when you know your weapon inside and out. You generally know how to use it at its fullest poitental. An when you do that then well. As some hunters would say. "Give a huntsmen a weapon and they can conduct a sysphony orchistra with it."." Margrit told the boys as she then unfocused and then shattered the blade with her left hand. " That is why it is called singing death. For the music i play is one only the dead will hear and sing.". Margrit told the boys as she then sheathed the hilt into her pocket.

"Woah..well that one way to give your weapon a name and it being meaningful.". Nickelae said slightly nervous now. "So then you must have done some really nasty stuff with that weapon then huh mom?". Nickelae asked. "Yes...i did...but that was long long long; Very long time ago. I am not the same woman i was back then....but that enough about me and my weapon. Lets get back to yours guys.". Margrit said clapping her hands together to get the boys out of any thoughts about her and focus on their weapons. "So Nickelae? What else were you planning on do with that sword of yours?". She asked him. "Oh uh..well..I was thinking maybe making it into a wand?...". Nickelae said unsure. "A wand? How come?". She asked. "Well...the way you use yours and from the story books. It sounds cool and i am wanting to be better at casting...i am not the greatest...but! I do know a whole lot about it..but i just have a hard time focusing on what i am wanting to make.". Nickelae said to his mom slightly blushing due to how embrass he is for being a dust caster who can't really cast pass a few bolts.