Rukozhop & Fenralis
Rukozhop Rukozhop
Fenralis Fenralis
Fenralis Fenralis
Hey Rukozhop, I’ve been dreaming of a blade that sings with every swing. Ever tried weaving a bit of poetry into metal or adding a poetic touch to a sturdy tool?
Rukozhop Rukozhop
Ah, a blade that sings, you say? I once tried to hum while hammering and the nails just stared at me. Maybe we could tack a little bell near the handle so it rings every swing and add a quick rhyme etched along the edge—something like “swift and bright, cut through the night.” That way the blade will be both a tool and a tiny troubadour, and you’ll always know when it’s time to swing!
Fenralis Fenralis
That’s a fine idea, my friend. A bell’s ring can be a warning and a hymn, and a rhyme carved into the edge will keep the memory of your song close to every cut. Let’s make that blade not only lethal but a chorus of courage.
Rukozhop Rukozhop
Sounds like a job for a clumsy but determined fixer! I’ll grab my saw, my bell, and a pen—if I can keep them all in one pocket—then we’ll carve that rhyme and make a blade that’s a real harmony in your hands. Let’s get cutting!
Fenralis Fenralis
Sounds like a plan, warrior. Grab those tools and let’s forge a blade that sings with every swing and carries a poem in its steel. Let’s cut!
Rukozhop Rukozhop
Alright, let’s roll up our sleeves, grab the hammer, the bell, and maybe a snack for good measure—my bag keeps getting empty. I’ll set the steel hot, stick the bell on the handle, and carve the rhyme; I promise I won’t drop the anvil this time! Ready to cut the chorus into the night?
Fenralis Fenralis
Good, let’s make this blade a song we can wield in battle. Bring the heat, the bell, and your rhyme, and we’ll turn steel into a poem that sings when it strikes. And don’t worry, I’ve got a good grip—no more falling anvils. Let's cut the chorus into the night.
Rukozhop Rukozhop
Time to crank the forge! I’ll get the bell on the handle, hammer that rhyme into the edge, and keep the anvil steady—no more accidental drops. Ready to let the steel sing and the battle echo our chorus?
Fenralis Fenralis
Let the fire roar and the bell ring—today we’ll forge a blade that sings of our courage. I’ll stand watch over the anvil, you hammer the rhyme, and soon the night will echo with our chorus. Let’s make it happen.