Orduin worked hard the moment the hooves of Sioltar fell upon the ground of Fréasburg. He knew that he'd meet Thorvall once again, but unlike in his youth when he'd only met in passing, he had wished to leave a longer impression. Considering he'd be within his company for much time to come.
He immediately made his way to the forge and began with some high grade calenard ingots, forging a rather slender almost blade like spear head with two jutting crossguards. The spear was forged with layers of steel which revealed a beautiful, almost serpent like pattern. Both sides of the spear were sharpened to a point, and in the midst of the blade a beautiful fuller. He chose Ash for the shaft, and carved away at it dutifully. His choice of leather that of boar, a thick tough leather that would make using this in battle rather durable and long lasting. It was wrapped diligently, and then tied off with some sheddings of Sioltar mane. Once he'd mounted the spear head onto the shaft he began to make small carvings onto the exposed wood, mounted men of the Maerc, rolling hills.
The spear was long, yet it would be used on the ground rather than riding atop his Stallion. Orduin felt his work complete, and managed to make a crate to house the piece until Thorvall could retrieve it.
He knew that this would be a spear to be passed on, a spear that would remind him of home when he needed it most.
