Crafting a New Arsenal (Training)(Private)(Complete)

It was time to improve his arsenal his fight against the rampaging unicorn was a hard one but it provided a good experience and good products for use in more of his crazy concoctions and inventions.

He had managed to construct himself a new rather strong bow from the horn which was his prize alongside being “imprisoned” in one sense of the word always being stalked and watched wasn’t the best thing in the world as it meant it was more likely for your prey to detect you.

Vodara sat on a snow mound in the village, it was during the day and he preferred to be outside but of course he couldn’t exactly walk out of the village on his own. He would most likely be hunted down if he did so and killed or dragged back at least beaten most likely with many broken bones, he was still rather sore from soft beating from the chieftain.

With a small pestle and mortar in his hands, Vodara was breaking down a mixture of ingredients into powdered forms, some herbs, some bone and a mixture of other random components he had managed to get his hold on. It was his way of making concoctions blend random things together and hope for the best.


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Train Sonic Bolt Rank B

Vodara “Kynan” wasn’t really the most social of characters he preferred to isolate himself from people which was most likely for the best he was an oddity and disliked here, he had kept his head by the skin of his teeth.

With a range of powdered substances of many colours green, black, blue, red, orange, pink, purple, saphron, yellow, white.

And chemicals such as bile from the stomach of a unicorn, hair of the unicorn and more

Other pieces such as the gall bladder and other organs from a range of animals from bird like owls, white pheasants, foxes, wolves, bears and bison. He had gained a large collection everything wrapped up and stored cold on snow which littered this landscape to keep it from going off for the longest time possible so he could get round to testing and trying to make things out of it.

Vodara had a rather eccentric personality while doing things like this it was fun and something that allowed him to be able to relax and wind down from the world around him and put it all in the background.

Starting up a small fire, with a couple of lose dry sticks he found around wandering the village and anywhere he could go to without gaining suspicion that would cause an attack.

Using Bison String woven from the hair of the creature on a small horn, he used the friction to help create sparks to light up the tinder, to get a small fire going, heat was always a useful thing for doing things like this it always helped unlock secret elements to things how else did he make explosive tips, it was all from a small spark, a spark that ignites the fire and blaze that can tear apart many a beast without issue.

The power of fire and blaze, an swirling wrath of ignition, fire and air.

The Power that he found in the eye of the beholder.


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Sonic Bolt Section 2

A small fire blazed that was all, he needed its flames would wrap there tendrils up around anything near, filling them with heat and energy, warmth and calm.

Above which he held his Pestle of stone moving it side to side as the powders which he had randomly mixed in slowly heated up, as the heat travelled through the stone pestle filling them with life, the powders changing colour or starting to glow lightly as they slowly began to break down into a molten state as the grew hotter and hotter within it.

Adding a dash of this herb and a sprinkle of this powder, Vodara worked on his creation, as the molten powders began to mix and merge together turning into a sluggish oily liquid mush and paste.

He looked at a small vial of bile from the stomach of a rampaging unicorn, now what if I add this to it he thought as he added it on top of the paste……

Nothing happened no reaction, come of don’t fail on me he thought, I must always succeed passed through his head, he couldn’t give up now as he used animal fat to stoke the fire into growing more powerful as heat passed up his hand as it strengthen around the pestle.

All of a sudden, it hissed and reacted letting out a scream like a banshee, as it exploded the pestle as the force of sound pushed Vodara into the snow and put out the fire.

His ears rang with the high frequency echo that was unleashed.

His creation, his power, the power to inflict agony not just through outer assault but internal assault.

He couldn’t help but grin to himself.

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Sonic Bolt Section 3

But this weapon wouldn’t work properly unless it had a specific head designed for it, Vodara didn’t fancy another blast of sonic potential through his ears again, it wasn’t the type of thing that he was sure anyone would enjoy occurring to them in combat but if the user was hit by it the use of it would be pointless and both you and your foe would have ears ringing like there was no tomorrow.

He had hoped his antics had not drawn to much attention from the populace it was quite load but hopefully they mistook it for a nearby sea mammal’s blow hole being vented rather than explosives going off.

Now it needed to reflect the waves outwards, maybe some sort of metal back lining would work to reflect it or something. Yea that should work he thought.

Of Course the detonation process would be hard maybe using some of his explosive powder to create the heat to ignite the sound powder, he would need a fuse for that.

And to store the powder he needed some sort of vial like thing to focus the sound out in an arc of sorts.

That was the plan the arrow heads ready for there abilities.


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Sonic Bolt Complete

Vodara had begun thinking more of his battle with the rampaging unicorn, the beast that could have very well sent him to the depths if it wasn’t for a mixture of skill, luck and strategy. It was one of his ice picks that had saved his life back there.

It would most likely still be sitting there imbedded in the ice wall where he had implanted it to prevent him falling into the icey water’s depths where he would have been eaten whole by the red horned beast, with its corralled hide and armoured body. The ice wall had been turned to nothing by a mere body slam from the creature as it launched its self from the water to bring down a huge section without as much as a scratch to its body that, Vodara had noticed back then. The only issue the creature had was its own stupidity that lead it to its death, it assumed it controlled the sky, the place where only creatures with wings may hold their own, for without wings you will always come crashing down and so that day it did, with an arrow in its body, of course Vodara ended up just about getting back from that one with a dislocated arm on an ice flow only to then be netted like he was some fish and finding himself in a village populated by people which were like 8ft tall and with massive locks of blue hair. Finding himself only just about keeping his head by joining them which was only the case because he had killed the beast himself.

It was a shame that meat would have been very useful most likely would have lasted him years, he was sure he could have salted it and stored it in some ice caves or wrapped up buried in the snow. Even after that he ended up with his other arm being dislocated after their rather beautiful chief had chosen to relocate his left arm and for his cockiness dislocated his other arm, Vodara guessed that was most likely his fault, he planned a way to get back at the chief for what she had done, of course it wasn’t some sort of murder scheme but more of one which would make him on more equal terms with her.

She had lost some of her officers or something along those lines recently, stage one would be to become one of them, but still that wouldn’t be far enough for Vodara, he had to go even further, he thought more along the lines of directly by her side, in many ways one could say, it would be rather interesting of course he would have to work out how to make himself at least worthy of such thing, he needed to learn more about these people and the great beasts they knew of, maybe there was one this goliath hadn’t yet seen or been able to slay, thus he could prove himself to have greater ability or greater prowess to at least be worth to ask for such things, of course it would be funny for the “trespasser” to reach such a high rank, of such standing would be something that may only occur once in 5000 generations and it was his objective to make it occur, to prove himself greater as a human with whit rather than having the need for brawn and beating this with just shear strength.


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Harpoon 1

Of course the issue was carrying ice picks around with this new bow he had made himself with a chisel would be a pain, he needed a way to fix the issue in case he went plummeting again and needed a save, it was always an issue with an ice pick your range was limited should you be too far away you can’t catch on and you would just plummet.

The hair of the Rampaging was rather strong and thick, maybe by weaving it together twining it into some form of rope would be the way to go it could help it the situation where you lost the ground below you and attached to the bow properly it should hold on securely.

Of course yet again it would be the matter of the head of the arrow as that would need to penetrate a surface and latch it, of course he was sure this new bow could provide massive amounts of power behind such a shot as you would be carried by the surges you get during combat or when you are in fear, the thing that keeps you going. When you battle with fight or flight.

Vodara set to work twining together the long fibrous hairs of the creature, weaving and platting them together into a strong rope that would be made up of four twisted strings of many many hairs, this would hopefully increase the strength this in turn would have to be weaved through the arrow shaft its self to help prevent it ripping out when it took sudden weight.

The rope had come out somewhat between the colours of brown and blue, maybe the very very weak blue tinge came from the fact it lived in water which were so cold that a mere human would freeze to death if they didn’t know what they were doing or didn’t have enough experience for being there.

Now it was time to design the arrow head itself. Now Vodara didn’t see himself leaving these lands ever he preferred the snowy environment and hadn’t planned to leave it ever. He preferred it being cold, so it was likely he would only ever be seeing ice over bare stone.

Stone or metal tips may be useful, but another thing came to mind, what about some fragments from the unicorn horn he had cut his bow from, they were extremely strong objects so if you used them to in bed the arrow head in the ice and had reversed spikes as well to act as latches it may be what would save your life.

He had come up with an idea to make an arrow harpoon.


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Harpoon complete

It was getting late now, the great burning ball of fire that filled the sky was sinking down behind the endless planes of snow and ice that filled the landscape around him, the sunset a bright mixture of pinks and oranges as weaving green lights slowly creped across the sky as the darkness slowly began to spread as the sky fire descended from sight.

Vodara pulled a small fang from one of his belt pouches, this fang was one of the smallest which was inside the razor sharp maw of the Rampaging Unicorn, the creature he had slain, it was one of the few things he had managed to retrieve that hadn’t been completely demolished by the blue haired goliaths around him, it seemed like he would forever be the smallest person around here. He hadn’t noticed anyone whom was shorter than he was other than children whom would end up growing to be far taller than him.

Vodara sat there knife in hand slowly scrapping runes and marking into the tooth surface forming canals that spread along the tooth as a whole, he knew this thing was rather strong maybe it would make good use as an arrow head, it should be easy to retrieve he had come up with an idea which should make it easy enough to quickly retrieve.

As he came to an end after the tooth as a whole was filled with canals from tip to root.

He rooted around in yet another one of his many pouches, slowly removing a rather highly viscous paste which was attached to a small stick, it was bound tightly in a leather pouch, this paste was poisonous, made from a mixture of different plants and mushrooms which could be found in the trees of the forest the only place these things could really survive in this wintery landscape.

Using the stick it was attached to, Vodara slowly worked the green paste deep into the engraved canals, this paste would need to enter the blood stream, but when it did it was devastating at its current concentration as it entered the blood stream, it would slowly cause the muscles around the some of the nearest limbs to seize up and be locked from movement in till the concentration of the toxin had decreased in those area’s to allow movement to return.

This paste was something he would occasionally use to bait traps he would place at the entrance to where he would hold up over nights or during storms, it was a good way to put off predators whom would sometimes adventure towards those locations for shelter or a place to rest, of course it wasn’t fun to wake up with a bear or to be woken up by one. The creatures could easily smell such a thing there senses are far greater than that of his and they could detect it enough to make sure they never came near to it, it was a good way to protect one’s self without causing unnecessary incidents with creatures.

The Head would be fitted strongly with the shaft board deep into its core.


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Serpent's Fang