Threndor pushed himself up from the table outside the inn of the Falls, entering the inn he made his way upstairs into the lounge. Kneeling down he displayed the parchment (with the drawing of the axe from his fathers vision) out in front of him.
He examines the drawing for a time, before finally drawing forth his own axe, comparing the two, and placing his symbol of Clangeddin in the center of the blade......the comparison was strikingly similar. He gazed back and forth from parchment to his axe for some time.
Finally he places one hand over the blade of his axe and the Battle Lords symbol, and begins to chant a long prayer, asking for Clangeddin to bless his weapon with a fraction of his divinity, melding the axe blade and symbol into one.
He prayed for hours eyes closed, he had seen other priests enchant weapons in a similar fashion. He knew it was exhausting and could take quite some time. But he was determined, for now more than ever he needed the aid of his Deities strength, the construction of the temple was at hand, if only he could accomplish a dangerous task, and fearing he has lost his closest friend, who had always been there to protect him from harm.
Yes he needed Clangeddin's favor now.
Hours went by, his prayer unfaltering as visions flashed through his mind.....
*Dwarves and men worked hard shaping stone, lifting stone, breaking stone.....* Another flash.
*Boulder, Pearl and Threndor stood in a vast hall, monuments to the Battle Lord and the All Father looming high above them, a tankard in Boulder's hand as well as one in Threndor's, and the ever so elegant smile of Pearl*
As he finishes his prayer he feels a surge channeling through him.... He opens his eyes and looks down to the axe............