Field of Blades/Quotes
I am the bone of my sword.So, as I pray - Unlimited Blade Works!
Steel is my body, and fire is my blood.
I have created over a thousand blades,
Unknown to death,
Nor known to life.
Have withstood pain to create many weapons.
Yet those hands will never hold anything.
—Archer, Fate/stay night
Did some ancient god demand that glory be, and did Vel'Skan spring up in response? Did some titan desire an altar to bloodshed, and did he build Vel'Skan in the image of his madness? Did some battle between the gods of the warp take place there, and scatter their weapons upon Drakaasi, a steel rain that left the mighty heap of war gear to be inhabited?
Vel'Skan's form drives men mad to look at it. Swords and shields, helmets and spear shafts, every thing that one man might use to maim another in titanic proportions heaped up upon the blood shore. Here is a temple in the palm of a gauntlet! There is a dock forged from a broadsword blade. There spins a stirrup, hung with the dead of a hundred executions. Everywhere is Vel'Skan, maddening in its size. And this question burns like a hollow pain in the soul: what manner of slaughter could create these immense instruments of death?
What majesty is in this place, the capital of all Drakaasi, seat of its greatest lords? What glory to the Blood God, what oath to death, what image of slaughter and the hells that follow, is encompassed by the war forged city Vel'Skan?—'Mind Journeys of a Heretic Saint', by Inquisitor Helmandar Oswain (Suppressed by order of the Ordo Hereticus), Warhammer 40,000