A Calling

Jorrik stood watching Cali as she in turn studied the macabre display before them. Seeing that she was not likely return to their previous conversation he stepped forward into the forge where the bright glow of the fires stole the cold from his bones.

As he stood there a dark certainty began to grow within him. His hands twitched and before he knew what he was doing he drew forth his twin swords holding them out before him.

"Dyvia." He cried out, "I need you." Looking around he saw that the forge had been fully equipped for the work ahead. Prepared for one clear purpose. The two blades must become one. "Cali, Luna your magics will be needed!"

There came a loud keening and a howl from outside and Balar came stumbling in through the door.

"Gift my arse." He grumbled, "Our wolf rider friend just decided to leave, can't say that I blame her." He stopped short then as Jorrik strode towards the forge with dread purpose and thrust both blades into the fires.