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@Zelosse As in a giant stone golem with magic cannons and a hammer arm

(Totally not just a stone version of Big-O....
Ok it is a stone version of Big-O)
Glodin prepped the forge to remake his pick, he knew it would take a while to hammer it into perfection but he needed to do it. He wanted, no, needed to test the rune. "Well, that rune particular translates roughly to Ignore earth, rip flesh, shatter bone, it is a powerful rune that's why if you look closely it seems to be broken into parts. As for you helping me with the rune lad, not this time. If it wasn't for my own personal pick I would let you. But only I can enhance my pick. Its a family tradition; my father had his hammer, his father had a helm, his father had an axe. This is my project." He spoke as he started pouring the molten metal into a mold to get the rough shape and he began to hammer it into shape. "Aye, a little tip for you as you like rune crafting, if you forge the metal with the rune etched in before the metal can cool, it can take more of a beating." He quickly grabbed the paper with the rune and placed it on the work bench. He used it as reference as he finished his pick, occasionally placing it back into the fire to heat the metal and finish the rune. Glodin then took the pick and cooled it in the tub of oil nearby. Sweat dripping from the dwarf's brow he made his way over to the grindstone and sharpened the pick to lethal points. After all was said and done he placed the pick before Marcus, showing him the near perfect rune. The dwarf dug through a drawer and grabbed a tiny detailing chisel and the small wooden mallet that accompanies it.

Glodin's face seemed troubled before he handed the chisel and mallet over to Marcus. "Here lad. Give it the finishing touches. I would prefer it done right this time so I can perfect my carvings later, and what could I say? You know that rune like the back of your hand."
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Promise to help with the book, and Marcus/Glodin can be in the fight within moments. Marcus took care of that.


It has been done, Glodin just wants to master the runes in rerurn
Glodin turned to his guest to see Marcus, a man he had heard many tales of. Most of the tales deal with his magical cannon that fits in the palm of his hand. He listened to the man as he spoke but his eyes grew wide at the sight of near perfect copies of ancient dwarven script. "This book here, it is not dwarven handwriting but it is the best copy I have seen outside of Uldgorin. There is no denying you took effort to make this legible." Glodin took the book in his hands amd began to skim. "If you lend me the copy I can translate everything you have written into the common tongue, but it will take time, for we have words that do not translate well into common. As for that stone, I can easily make you another if you procure the materials used to make that. It is a magika stone. The only way to make a stable one is with a storm elemental's core and stomach acid from a kest queen." Glodin placed the book back on the work bench before tossing his entire pick into the smelter, and watched as his precious weapon melted down in a rainbow of magical auras. "I thank you for showing me this and asking my help lad. I understand if you don't trust me to keep your copy of an old tome to translate, but I am going to test to see if those runes prove true in that book. Bring me a fresh copy of the first rune in that book and we will see together if I can compete with my ancestors." Glodin turned back to Marcus with a smile and offered his hand to shake. "I'll help you make a sister for your hand cannon and I shall translate the entire book, if you let me study and master those runes. Oh and you can call upon my talents as a craftsmen any time you wish, free of charge."
All because Glodin wanted to be prepared to fight ze bugs he got left out, tis a sad day for the dwarf looking for a way to glorify his name.
At his captain's orders he followed her outside. He tried to saddle up his mule but it did not want to be fooled with at the moment so Glodin gave up and clambered onto the back of Evelyn's steed, as he had left his armor near the forge he was working at he was far lighter than normal and not much of a hindrance. He was prepared for the worst, one hand on his hammer and the other on his Captain's shoulder to keep him steady. "I do hope the elven lass is alright."

As the scene played out at the cabin he stayed on the horse and just listened. He remained quiet for the ride back and while watching the small ritual to heal Ruinil. "Make me worry again like that lass and I'll thump ya in the back of your head. Captain, I'll go and finish repairing my pickaxe before we set out. Send someone to fetch me when everyone else is ready." He smiled and gave his friends and comrades a small wave before departing to the forge that he claimed as his own and began working on repairs for his gear.

He attempted scribing the rune from his dream on his pick as he heard a knock on the door. "You may enter."
Shit sorry, ill ppst tonight when I get home

Edit: POSTED FINALLY! And I made up for lost time!
I still live! Don't forget about me just yet.
I should have a solid post up tomorrow
@TheDarkTemplar you have my full permission to autopilot Glodin if I don't reply after a day or give heads up that I will be posting soon
Just think, "what would Glodin do?"
I have been swamped all day yesterday and I just got time alone today, not enough to post sadly but I shall catch up in my reading
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