Chapter B4C46 - Engineering
Tyron had never expected that choosing to specialise in skeletons would require him to become such an expert in physiology. It was entirely possible there were medical professionals out there who knew less about muscles and ligaments than he did. Bleary eyed, he stared at the diagram in front of him, covered in intersecting lines, each representing a thread of magick of a specific thickness and tension. For the extreme levels of force these magickal joints would need to bear, his measurements couldn’t be off by a hair. It had taken a great deal of iteration to arrive at this design, and his initial tests had been promising, but would they really stand up under the weight? He was still sceptical.
“Is it really necessary to go to these lengths?” Filetta said from over his shoulder. The wight leaned forward to inspect the sheet, shaking her head as she beheld the complexity of it. “Just looks like nonsense to me.”
The Necromancer frowned, irritated at the interruption.
“Yes, it’s necessary. Without all of the work I’d put into learning these things, you wouldn’t be able to move half as well as you do now. If I want to create something better, then I need to push the design further.”
“So why do you have all of this… meat?” she asked, gesturing with one skeletal hand toward the rest of his table.
On the stone surface was a scattered assortment of bloody remnants, chunks of meat and bone that wouldn’t look out of place in a butcher’s shop.
“They’re joints from various animals. Horse, cow, bull… I think that one was a tiger.”
“Where did you get that from?”
“Trader from the south.”