Sabertooth & Rustforge
Rustforge
I’ve heard of a legendary sword forged from a fallen star—tales say it could cleave iron walls. Have you ever come across such a blade or its story in your battles?
Sabertooth
I’ve chased fire and steel across dunes and warfields, but a blade forged from a fallen star? That’s the stuff of legends, not of battle scars. I’ve heard the tales—copper‑red veins that glow when the moon’s at its peak—but I’ve never seen it in a clash. If it exists, it’s probably locked in some forgotten tomb or hidden by a tyrant who fears its power. Still, the thought of a sword that can split iron walls fuels the fire in my gut, so keep your eyes sharp, and you never know when it might be revealed to a warrior like me.
Rustforge
Your fire sounds steady, and your curiosity is a good companion. I’ve spent nights hammering the quiet rhythm of old anvil chants, listening for echoes of stars in metal. If that sword lies hidden, it’ll reveal itself when the right heat is struck upon the right stone. Until then, keep sharpening both blade and wit, and maybe we’ll find that star‑kissed steel together.
Sabertooth
Your words cut deeper than any blade, but I’ll keep the forge burning. Let’s march until the stars themselves shatter walls for us.
Rustforge
The forge’s roar will be our compass, and the stars our map. I’ll keep the anvil ready for the day the sky cracks open for us.
Sabertooth
Ready when the sky cracks, soldier—let the forge guide us to that star‑kissed blade.We comply.Ready when the sky cracks, soldier—let the forge guide us to that star‑kissed blade.
Rustforge
Let the fire be our witness, and the metal our promise. I’ll strike the next blow when the heavens answer.