...well. I'm not quite sure what I expected. Thank Fenris I don't actually have to face him on the battlefield. That was terrifying.
...I'm going to need to rest. My legs are shaking...
Get to the camp smithies, purchase two iron daggers and rest.
Wiping dirt from your sword you walk away from the training field slightly dazed, that was something far beyond your expectations that's for sure but you feel more confident with this knowledge in mind. Weaving your way through the camp you make your way towards the plumes and pools of smoke that mark out the camp smithies, upon arriving you find most of the smiths are set up simply for the repair and maintenance of the army itself. After searching for a few minutes you com upon a tent with your fellow Squire, Lillianna you believe it was, who is apparently purchasing a shortsword from the rather rough looking smith behind the counter.
As you approach Lilianna departs, her new shortsword in hand, and you are left to browse the smith's stocks for a dagger but fail to find any in the racks behind the counter. When you ask the man if he has any he simply grunts, and hoists a small wooden chest onto the table as he cracks the lid wide revealing around a dozen iron daggers of fair craftsmanship within. On the top of the lid in a spidery hand you see "Iron Dagger, Unblessed. Cost - 3 Silver Marks each", and frowning slightly you quickly hand the man a gold mark and request two of the daggers, within moments you find yourself leaving the shop with two daggers and four silver marks in hand. Perhaps it was time to rest you think, and
make your way up the hill towards the tower where you lay down in the shade of the shattered spire and drift off to sleep ...
Two Iron Daggers and 4 Silver Marks gained, 1 Gold Crown spent.Andos picked up his things and left the others without a word. This would be his first battle, and he was in a thoughtful mood. He would most likely be removed from danger whatever happened, and as such he did not need more armor; he had trained all his life and did not feel like hitting targets; he felt fine and had never believed in the snake's oil produced by the wise women at the hospital, either. That left him the chapel.
He went there and kneeled before the God of Death's altar, praying silently. He asked for the usual things - to have his arrows strike true and for his eyes not to betray him - but he was more interested in the priests. Perhaps they could be of use?
Look for any trinket the priests might have in the chapel that could be useful. Ask for a blessing from the priests of the God of Death.
Settling in a fair distance from the normal soldiers gathered around the altar to the God of Death you kneel down, and pray to the
God of Death, as you do so you feel an overwhelming presence brush against you. For a brief moment you see the soon to be battlefield not far from you, on it the two armies clash with yours being severely outnumbered though a deep gash lies in the Empire's middle ranks where a trio of Knights lay about themselves like embodiments of death. Suddenly the thick black clouds of smoke pouring from the enemy camp turn an acrid red and the sound of an explosion fills the air, both armies seem to freeze for a few moments before an bone chilling roar replaces the explosion.
As you watch the Empire's forces let out a cheer and you hear the sound of massive thundering steps coming ever closer, within moments you see a massive beast smashing its way through the enemy camp. A towering figure with skin of a charcoal grey, its one bulbous eye observing the field with the eye of a killer, in the monster hand is a sword more then twice the size and length of the average man made of a pale black metal. Its surface jagged, and the sword itself barely recognizable as such with such shoddy craftsmanship that it appears as if the maker simply beat it with a hammer from its natural state.
You are forced to watch in horror as the beast smashes into the two gathered armies, laying about with its massive sword and slaying dozens, friend and foe alike. With a sudden stab of pain you fall forward gasping for breath, your mind running as fast as it can analyzing what you just saw ...
"Always good to have backups. I that case, I'll take the siege crossbow and two daggers."
Buy siege crossbow and two daggers, then head for the priest area.
Fishing out two Gold Crowns from your leather purse you slap them down on the table and ask for the Siege Crossbow, and the two iron daggers. Within a few moments you find yourself walking out of the smith's shop with a small note detailing the location of his shop in Granite Peaked, slinging the crossbow over you shoulder on its leather strap you make your way back towards the shattered tower. The new selections of weapons on you don't even slow you down as you march up the overgrown road leading to Ramus's Demise, as the tower is called, as you pass by the base of the tower nearest the camp you spot Alexis sleeping in its shade.
Shaking your head slightly you enter the priest area to find Andros toppled over in pain with several priests gathered around him chanting some prayer in an old language. A young soldier darts past you and your left starring at the scene in bewilderment not entirely sure what to do.
Siege Crossbow, Two Daggers, Leather Quiver, and 6 Heavy Bolts gained. 2 Gold crowns spent, 6 Silver Marks returned."Very well. One gold crown for the shortsword." Lilliana said, disinterested. She knew her next stop was to the Chapel, to find a priest of War to bless it for her. After that, she hoped to have enough time to get training done.
Reaching forward you slap a Gold Crown and you think you see the smith give you a wry smile before he turns around and pulls down a shortsword and a plain leather scabbard, taking them in hand you quickly walk away. Your walk to the Chapel is rather short, though quite eventful as at one point a man on horse wearing the tabard of a royal messenger nearly runs you down, but you manage to leap back just in time. Looking after the rider for a minute or two as you recover from nearly being ran down you notice the bags he carried are bulky beyond belief, and something silver glints from inside the barely closed satchel.
Before you can get a closer look the man and his horse disappear around the corner, shaking it off as coincidence you hurry on your way towards the Chapel arriving around the same time as a soldier dashes out, and runs down the hill towards the Apothecaries. As you enter the building you are greeted by one of your fellow Squires on the floor and pain, and most of the priests are gathered around him mumbling a prayer in some near forgotten language.
Steel Shortsword gained. 1 Gold Crown spent.