Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20180515143122/@comment-26383377-20180611032213

"But it's my damn axe!" Throgar called out, his eyes fel upon his weapon, and his lips stretched into a grin. He reached into the pile, grabbed the axe by the handle, and yanked it out. He stepped out of the room, proudly clutching his battleaxe, and displaying it for the group to see.

The first, most notable aspect of the axe was its immense size. Even for a man like Throgar, it had to be held two-handed, it's lengthy handle and broad axe head are truly a sight to behold. The handle seems to be made of some sort of wood, polished and well-maintained, with leather wrapped from its midsection, all the way down to the pommel, which was fashioned in the shape of a snarling wolf's head. The blade itself was broad, and fashioned from what appears to be silver. Nordic inscriptions could be found on the sides of the blade, runes which were engraved intricately onto the silver, the small grooves produced by the inscriptions seemed to radiate with fiery energy. The entire blade, actually, seemed to flicker like an ember, a clear sign of a potent flame enchantment. One of the most peculiar details of the axe, however, wasn't the blade itself. Usually, a battleaxe would have a spike on the opposite side of the blade, to puncture armor. However, Throgar's axe, instead of sporting a customary metal spike, had a sharp, intimidatingly pointy wooden stake sturdily fixated onto the frame by iron braces. Anybody with a fair amount of experience would notice that this weapon wasn't a mundane tool of war. It was a custom, hand-crafted weapon, designed to hunt the most vile and unholy of beasts.