The Armory

This is the Armory. You submit weapons here. To submit a weapon, e-mail me a description of you weapon, what you call it, and how to make it. It must be at least 200 words long if you want coins for it. You get 8-20 coins per weapon. If you put a drawing of the weapon instead of a description, I will add 10 coins!

The weapon I invented is called a double headed axebow. It is like a doubleheaded axe except it has a removable string so it can also be a bow. The way I made it is...

I got 3 sticks, two short and one long. The 2 were about 10 inches across, and the big one is about a foot and a half. I also got, some silver, a tiny bit of gold, two axehead shaped rocks, and some string. First off, I melted the silver and the gold in different pans. Then I coated the rocks in silver, and added some gold for trim. Then I made it a double headed axe by fastening the stick to the axeheads. Then I stuck the two small sticks to the large stick. I then strung the string in between them. I then took some sticks, rounded them, and I took some more rocks, and managd to shape them into arrowheads by smashing them against other larger rocks. Then I attached them to the smooth sticks, and got some feathers to stick on the back. I tested my weapons on a tree, and found that six slices cuts through because silver is so tough, and that the bow part goes through small wooden poles.

The blacksmith is sweating, he is so hot, that he can barely move, but he swings the hammer in a last attempt for his life, and with a resounding thud the hammer lands on the blade. Unfortunately the blacksmith never gets to see that last blow, because he dies from exhaustion and heat sickness; so his apprentice takes over, and finishes the sword. It is a beautiful sword, blue hilt, with a silver moon, and little diamond stars inlaid, with a steel blade that is beautiful, yet sharp and deadly. As the apprentice finishes, He lifts the sword up high and screams in pure frustration because he just cannot figure out what to do to make it a very special weapon. Then he realizes what to do; he puts a spell on it, but not just any spell, one that will protect the owner, and the sword. At midnight, on a Friday the 13th he proceeds to the local magician where they together chant the words Oombabayagna Oombabayagna, whoever trieth to steal thee sword, will die a terrible horrible painful death, unless the sword is given and not taken, the sword will always come back to the first, last, and only owner it will ever have. After that, the spell ends, and the apprentice returns just in time to sell the sword to its next owner. The next owner was me, Blue Night Hunter the crazed. I decided to call this beautiful weapon Zinya, the Destroyer of all.