RC 212
HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!
The metal piece was barren. Devoid of life but it could be seen through the force. A dim lantern lit Soulfires quarters and he hung his Armor and cloak upon the rack nearby before setting down his weapons upon the table.
Tonight he would finally twist the metal and restructure it. It would be a simple tranformation, a trasnformations into a sword, something that was not ordinary.
As he sat before the table and looked at the metal he let the force take over, peering deep into the shard. The chemical bonds and physical structure enlarged for him like a microscope over a colony of bacteria. Each had it's own purpose and meaning. It was a web of matrices making many parts a whole.
Interesting.
Soulfire rested his hands on either side of the metal and closed his eyes, using the force to guide him. An Image of a small dagger came to mind. The dagger was light but the metal was heavy. The dagger was straight, but the metal was crooked. He applied the force now, pushing with his meager might and trying to rearrange the molecules. They began to move into a different order and then, they broke.
Soulfires eyes snapped open as he beheld the metal, now even more tangled and brittle than before.
Anger flared inside him and he gritted his teeth, turning inwards. With rage as his enhancer he grabbed the peice, vigorously applying the right combination of pushes and nudges to the molecules. Now they shifted again, into where they were supposed to go.
He opened his eyes and smiled. The shape was beginning to match his vision. In a few more tired he might yet have his dagger....
Tonight he would finally twist the metal and restructure it. It would be a simple tranformation, a trasnformations into a sword, something that was not ordinary.
As he sat before the table and looked at the metal he let the force take over, peering deep into the shard. The chemical bonds and physical structure enlarged for him like a microscope over a colony of bacteria. Each had it's own purpose and meaning. It was a web of matrices making many parts a whole.
Interesting.
Soulfire rested his hands on either side of the metal and closed his eyes, using the force to guide him. An Image of a small dagger came to mind. The dagger was light but the metal was heavy. The dagger was straight, but the metal was crooked. He applied the force now, pushing with his meager might and trying to rearrange the molecules. They began to move into a different order and then, they broke.
Soulfires eyes snapped open as he beheld the metal, now even more tangled and brittle than before.
Anger flared inside him and he gritted his teeth, turning inwards. With rage as his enhancer he grabbed the peice, vigorously applying the right combination of pushes and nudges to the molecules. Now they shifted again, into where they were supposed to go.
He opened his eyes and smiled. The shape was beginning to match his vision. In a few more tired he might yet have his dagger....
