He sat there, taking each link and bending it. Each piece of of iron thinned out to a rod, heated and shaped into a small link. Endless links. He shoved the ends of them until he had a collection of several rings, only needing to take a single one to bond the grounds. Endless, countless hours spent meticulously putting them together. "Siieth!" He yelled at his newest assistants. "Dhits wos ous dous dif!" He handed them the long collection of links over to them before taking back to the forge, shoving the bits of steel through his device to get the perfect rods to use as his chains. A bit of heat and a point to cut them all to the needed length, and they all would continue to bend them all into pieces of armor... | IGOR, KIRIGAKURE'S TREASURE ■Igor No Last Name■ |
Crafting : Chainmail (5) [3/29/2020 Completed]