Orctober (Trusty Weapon)
(Using this Prompt provided by MagePie and Kasimova-dariia )
Tyranastrasz sat quietly in his home, the ancient Red Dragon has had a long week, and it showed. Dark circles hugged his golden eyes, that imposing stature now slightly hunched over, trouble resting at night, and irritable. This Orc body of his, was not as tough as his original body once was, or as virile. It scarred easily, it required vasts amounts of food to fuel, but had explosive potential and wold bursts of energy. Useful in the short run, but not for extended periods of labour and strife.
The warrior ran his large hands over his face, trying to rub the weariness from his eyes and visage, the smooth leather inside of his gauntlets scrapping against the coarse stubble and sharp tusks. It has been, a long week, but some things must be done. Tyran unbuckled and slid off the heavy padded gauntlets, setting them aside on the armor stand, before he fetches a series of whetstones and lays them out onto his bed. Then, he fetches the priceless weapon from the large strongbox set in the rock wall.
A weapon he has held onto for many years, waiting for the time it is to returned home, and reunite with its proper family. Till then, Gorehowl remains under guard by Tyran. Tyran sat cross legged on the bed, pulling a sheet of thick hide over his lap, and gingerly resting the ancient weapon ontop. While it is a weapon of war and conquest, it is also a masterpiece of craftmanship, and a treasured weapon of the Orc race. Centuries of combat and stress would have destroyed most weapons, yet Gorehowl had only gotten hardier and more lethal over the years.
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The quiet giant run a hand over the flat of the axe head, the coarse fingers looking for any imperfections or nicks in the metal, feeling for any stress marks or cracks. Not that he will find many, but it is better to be safe than sorry. And true to his word, nothing it found. Taking out a small piece of burlap,Tyran pulls the piece of cloth against the bladeβs edge, the thick woven material sheering a bit roughly. Frowning, Tyran takes out a piece of cotton and then silk, testing them both, and finds the cut edges are jagged.
βHuh,, must have lost its edge a little. Bloody stone constructs,,β a soft growl comes from the venerable dragon, before taking out the first whetstone and slowly begins to work the axeβs edge, slowly working back out the sharpness the weapon held.
Gorehowl had been Tyranβs weapon for many years, after having collected it on the hidden isle of Pandaria, where the maddened Warchief Garrosh had left it. The Mage Jaina Proudmoore and Regent Lord Lorβthemar Theron had been hunting the corrupted Warchief, and found the abandoned weapon in a deep Mogu vault. The two were discussing as to what to do with the blade, but before they could decide, Tyran had taken it, giving a look to the duo that brokered no argument.
They might be respective leaders of their people, and held much sway in the Alliance and Hords, but held no control over the Ancient. They knew better than try to force Tyran into doing something against his will, things tend to go his way when the dragon put his mind to it.
Gorehowl has seen much of the world now since that day, even taking a trip to Draenor,, well an alternative timeline of the ancient world of the Orcs, but their home none the less. The axe garnered a fair audience from various clans, as they recognized the blade with it's whistling rings as the famed weapon of Grom Hellscream, leader of the Warsong, and Slayer of Ogres. But in an outlander's hands,,
Tyran slowly turns the heavy blade over, running the whetstone across the other side of the blade, humming softly as the rhythmic grating echoed dully in the wooden cabin. This was a small time of peace for the old man, between the growing conflicts between the Alliance and the Horde. Undercity was gone, as was Teldrassil, both now smoldering husks. Tyran mused what it would take to unify the people,, the attack of the Legion unifed the world once,, but such trust was broken so quickly once the fight was over.
(Never really got around to doing these back then, but felt should just post and be done with it. @teechew @drew-winchester have a quiet moment with Tyran)
