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He attempted scribing the rune from his dream on his pick as he heard a knock on the door. [color=39b54a]"You may enter."[/color]
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Marcus entered Glodins forge with an air that spoke of strength and determination, but his eyes betrayed a rare sense of nervousness to the usually direct and confident Knight-Lieutenant. [color=0072bc]"Apologies for the drop in, Master Stonequarry."[/color] He approached with even steps and steady breathe, his hand fidgeting ever so slightly over his weapon as he fought his own inner demons on the issue now literally at hand. His sigh spoke volumes as he removed the weapon from its holster and placed it on a nearby work bench. The frame of the weapon was centuries old but had survived the years without any blemishes to speak of, the detail on it alone would have taken years to perfect after many trial and errors. 
But it was the subtle rune carvings around and inside the weapon that caught the eye of those looking.
Marcus prided himself on his mastery of runework, he had been drawing them in his down time for years. His hands were still as stone or free as water when needed, tidy and controlled enough to make even the most miniscule of detail.
His most prized possession, the penned copy of the dwarven booklet he had found in the dusty cellar, was laid out lovingly beside the firearm, its pages opened to reveal two large wards Marcus had never been able to decipher. But the shape of them, the way they were put together, something about them spoke to his senses of power lost to time. No dwarf but Glodin had likely seen their like since first they'd been made all those years ago. Below each rune was written a jumble of text Marcus had diligently copied in painstaking detail, exactly as it had been written before, to assure no mistakes were made. 
[color=0072bc]"This may be the last time I show that tome to anyone. A secret I found years ago when I was mercenary, and never able to read. I have been to the citadels and been cheated every time by your people, determined to take it from me. I do not surrender it to them, nor do I surrender it now to you. I want to know what is in this book that makes it so damn important."[/color] He pressed a small, almost invisible, marking on the guns handle and let the stone fall from it to his waiting hands. It was smoother than any gem, no edges at all save the carvings on its surface that throbbed with power. It was a little bigger than a grape but unmistakably powerful. [color=7ea7d8]"This is the stone that powers the weapon,"[/color] He placed it down beside the gun back on the workbench. [color=0072bc]"I want to know how to make more."[/color] Marcus was prepared for dissapointment, theft, or even an outright attack as had happened before, but silently prayed that this time, one final time, he would finally learn its secrets.