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Post by SbFe_Fluegel-kun on Jan 23, 2015 18:22:58 GMT -5
I turn to the other person who had been talking to the hooded man who called himself Alastair. "When I took Lethan's gem, I felt a rush of vitality enter me. Did something similar happen to you when you claimed the spirit of Yemon? You say you're a Smith, do you think you could make me a shield? I feel the need deep within myself to wield a shield in defense of those who cannot defend themselves, but I don't think this need comes from my self." I turn to speak, but as I do something catches in my breath, forcing a rough fit of coughing. Wiping the corner of my mouth away, I raise my eyes to the other, the Blue One. "Vitality?... I think not..." comes my raspy reply, "but perhaps... some clarity of mind." I look down upon the earth, and thoughts seem to swell within me, coursing by like fish in a river moving too quickly to count. Somehow, these thoughts feel alien and artificial, as though I was walking into a familiar room to find it altogether redesigned. Despite this feeling, I mentally reach out and find what I was looking for. "A shield? Perhaps... It would require a wooden base... and some leather, but... I can make it." I decline to state the desire to kindle the largest fire I could at that very moment, but it only takes a moment's focus to suppress the need. Something changed was definitely living inside my mind, but at least it granted me the clarity to understand the thing I needed most. "First, let us..." I pause to cough again, "... enter the armory, and then... I shall forge you a shield and a weapon... worthy of a warrior."
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Post by Madscotsman on Jan 24, 2015 20:29:21 GMT -5
I nod and stretch out my hand. "Let us find the armory and attire ourselves better for whatever may come in this dismal place. My name is Cliff, should I just call you Smith?"
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Post by SbFe_Fluegel-kun on Jan 24, 2015 20:33:19 GMT -5
I nod and stretch out my hand. "Let us find the armory and attire ourselves better for whatever may come in this dismal place. My name is Cliff, should I just call you Smith?" "Smith is fine... yes," I say, taking a deep breath before taking the man's hand. It's still rather cold, but the falling rain offers little warmth for anyone caught under its sheets. "Cliff, was it? ... Let us proceed," I say after a moment's pause.
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Post by Rainbow Rage on Jan 24, 2015 20:53:10 GMT -5
The Legant Parish
Your journey through the dark begins, into the cold rain you suffer a moment before you rush across the way and find a small smithy. The place is littered with useless debris and rust. A heavy anvil sits near a derelict forge and a pair of skeletons seems to have been thrown in. The coals still appear to be intact, but not recently used. Despite all of the ruin, you do find some things of use:
[Blacksmith Hammer] (Bludgeoning; Strength 3, Reach 1, Hammer Style) [Rusted Iron Longsword] (Slashing; Strength 4, Dexterity 4, Reach 1, Straight Edge Style) [Rusted Iron Pike] (Piercing; Dexterity 4, Reach 3, Spear Style) [Rusted Iron Mail] (Resist 4/2/2, 0/0/0/0, Weight: 20, Stealth -3) [Torn Leather Tunic] (Resist 2/2/2, 0/0/0/0, Weight: 8, Stealth -0)
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Post by SbFe_Fluegel-kun on Jan 24, 2015 21:02:55 GMT -5
The Legant ParishYour journey through the dark begins, into the cold rain you suffer a moment before you rush across the way and find a small smithy. The place is littered with useless debris and rust. A heavy anvil sits near a derelict forge and a pair of skeletons seems to have been thrown in. The coals still appear to be intact, but not recently used. Despite all of the ruin, you do find some things of use: [Blacksmith Hammer] (Bludgeoning; Strength 3, Reach 1, Hammer Style) [Rusted Iron Longsword] (Slashing; Strength 4, Dexterity 4, Reach 1, Straight Edge Style) [Rusted Iron Pike] (Piercing; Dexterity 4, Reach 3, Spear Style) [Rusted Iron Mail] (Resist 4/2/2, 0/0/0/0, Weight: 20, Stealth -3) [Torn Leather Tunic] (Resist 2/2/2, 0/0/0/0, Weight: 8, Stealth -0) Staggering slightly into the room, I let my eyes adjust to the new gloom before spotting the sword lying in the corner, disused. Clambering over to the anvil, I give the sword a quick, cursory glance ( It will do, I suppose.) before giving the anvil an inspection. Seeing the skeletons in the forge, I say a quick prayer for them before moving their contents away from the hull of it, though a bit unsure why. "That sword will have to do... for now. As for... a shield..." I rasp, trailing off as my eyes scan the room for more metal and sufficient wood to work with. Seeing the hammer lying by the anvil, I slowly pick it up and inspect it for flaws, and finding it in useable condition I grasp it in one hand.
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Post by Rainbow Rage on Jan 24, 2015 21:31:11 GMT -5
The rest of the materials around the armory are barely usable. Perhaps enough iron to make a shield, but no wood... no usable wood at least.
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Post by Madscotsman on Jan 24, 2015 21:32:58 GMT -5
After moving into the room and glancing at the skeletons with revulsion, I close my hand around the hilt of the sword after smith inspects it, picking it up and swinging it slowly, then faster as I become comfortable with it, more comfortable than I have ever been with a sword. Noticing the rusted Mail, I pick it up and inspect it, then attempt to slip it over my head and into a comfortable position. I then attempt to belt the sword on somehow to keep my hands free.
"I suppose it's not surprising that the gear lying about would be rusted if this place has been out of use for so long."
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Post by Rainbow Rage on Jan 25, 2015 13:22:12 GMT -5
The Legant Parish
[ Perception ]
A creeping scraping of steel against stone alerts you to something outside. As you peer out to take a glance at what it is you see a bloated figure, a few heads taller than you'd expect a normal man to stand. His gut sticks out of his chest in a large mass and he looks like he's donned some armor but has slowly grown out of it, the pieces still in place clinging tightly to his skin over his shoulders, upper chest and thighs. His arms, now bear, are massive and probably wider than your waist. He carries what appears to be a massive blade of swords, the same type used to behead large fodder beasts. The last thing you notice is his face is horribly misshapen. His nose is twisted around and scarred, his left eye is shut, possibly permanently and his other eye glowls a pale green. Three twisted horns sprout from his bald head and his ears looked almost chopped off at this point. He shambles around, possibly unaware of your presence.
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Post by Madscotsman on Jan 25, 2015 18:12:10 GMT -5
I shrink back and think, wondering how or if I can defeat this enormous being. I creep back to the small forge and pick up the pike, reasoning that I want to keep as far as possible from the reach of those powerful arms. I then whisper to Smith,
"Shall we confront whatever that thing is? Perhaps this is the fiend that Alistair spoke of, and we must defeat it to continue. On the other hand, it may be that we should find some way to get around it, and use its stature against it to prevent it following us. What do you think?"
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Post by SbFe_Fluegel-kun on Jan 27, 2015 11:00:32 GMT -5
The Legant Parish[ Perception ] A creeping scraping of steel against stone alerts you to something outside. As you peer out to take a glance at what it is you see a bloated figure, a few heads taller than you'd expect a normal man to stand. His gut sticks out of his chest in a large mass and he looks like he's donned some armor but has slowly grown out of it, the pieces still in place clinging tightly to his skin over his shoulders, upper chest and thighs. His arms, now bare, are massive and probably wider than your waist. He carries what appears to be a massive blade of sorts, the same type used to behead large fodder beasts. The last thing you notice is his face is horribly misshapen. His nose is twisted around and scarred, his left eye is shut, possibly permanently, and his other eye glows a pale green. Three twisted horns sprout from his bald head and his ears look almost chopped off at this point. He shambles around, possibly unaware of your presence. I shrink back and think, wondering how or if I can defeat this enormous being. I creep back to the small forge and pick up the pike, reasoning that I want to keep as far as possible from the reach of those powerful arms. I then whisper to Smith, "Shall we confront whatever that thing is? Perhaps this is the fiend that Alistair spoke of, and we must defeat it to continue. On the other hand, it may be that we should find some way to get around it, and use its stature against it to prevent it from following us. What do you think?" Slowly shrinking back behind to the forge, away from the hideous beast that lurks beyond, my mind searches for a solution in the inky blackness of the armory. Barely making out the outline of the leather tunic, I reach for it and attempt to slip it over my head as a thought occurs to me, perhaps a memory... "Attacking an unknown... foe puts us at a... disadvantage," I rasp as quietly as I can, "... so we must summarily find an advantage... to put us on even ground." Closing my eyes briefly, I think about the creature lurking beyond, trying to visualize it and think of a way to expose a weakness. Its left eye is shut, so attacking from that angle might be beneficial, but trickery only works for so long... "A coordinated... attack would be the best... approach, but only if... we can catch it off-guard," I hiss, keenly aware now of the sounds echoing in the darkness, and how they may be perceived by the creature lurking just beyond. "Proceeding without confronting it... puts us at a disadvantage, but rushing into it... may be our undoing." I motion to the open portal towards the creature. "Let us... find a way around for now, then... perhaps once we know more about it... we can assault it."
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Post by Madscotsman on Jan 27, 2015 14:14:04 GMT -5
I peek back around the corner and study the creature and its surroundings, looking for a way that we might be able to get around it without attracting its attention, pillars, columns, a ruined wall, something to block its sight of us as we move to another exit.
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Post by Rainbow Rage on Jan 27, 2015 16:23:18 GMT -5
The Legant Parish
The creature lumbers by as you note plenty of nearby ruins and rubble to hide behind. You should be able to leave in peace if he doesn't hear you. He continues past the smithy, almost as if patrolling. He seems to take no heed of you as your cower in the shadows of the armory.
Across the way is another set of buildings near the Parish, mostly in ruins. Oddly enough as you look about, a streak of lightning temporarily lights up the area. You catch a glimpse of a pair of buildings down the raid where the beast came from: One which looks like a large farmhouse and the other a stone watchtower.
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Post by Madscotsman on Jan 27, 2015 23:49:17 GMT -5
I pull back and speak to Smith once again.
"I think we should be able to make it to that farmhouse. Let's stay behind the ruins and stay quiet, see if we can skirt the creature."
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