Inside a delightful little cottage"Many thanks! I shall strive to spread the way of the vegetable where'er I go! Goodbye, and vegetablespeed, my friend!" Nosegay says as he permits himself to be dragged out of the house without much issue.
Secure hat on my person. This is quite the artifact, after all! Then follow Seanna! She seems like she has a plan.
(Oh god why are the two of them following me now?)
Head back to the noblewoman if we do not know where she encountered this trickster and then head to that location.
Nosegay puts the hat on his head. The brown thing immediatly sags, collapsing. It rather looks like he's wearing a particularely sad brown baret. Then he follows around Seanna, who seems to know where she's heading. Remebering what Lady Loradove told you, you both head out into the nearby forest until you arrive at a small ruins.
The ruins are little more than some crumbling walls, overgrown with plantlife. In front of the ruins is a nice little fountain, with two benches to its sides. A man sits on one of the benches, munching on an apple. His cane is resting against the side of the bench, and he is wearing a suit.
In the arcane tower((So it's basically an electric crystal guitar, right? NOICE))
Ask the poncho man what I should do with my findings. Ask if he has any other metals available for testing, I imagine a mithril guitar would sound amazing.
"I don't know man. I mean, you used almost all of the good crystals we had left. The only one's we've got right now are empty. As for metals, if I remember my magical engineering seminar correctly, the metal itself doesn't really matter much. Pure mithril, for example, only conducts magic like 5% better than silver.
I guess you could, like, tour. You can take the empty crystals, and If you ever find a large enough source of magic for them to absorb you might be able to make more instruments. Or just keep the one you've got and become the best friggin' minstrel ever.
The sky is the limit, dude!"On a bloody road heading west'I've lost my swordarm. Hardly going to do much fighting without that.'
That was Moskar Byal's only coherent thought at this moment in time, and most likely his last. He had been staring daggers at the cowardly sorcerer, but tore his eyes away to watch his impending doom at the hands of the weak man's magical pet. A poor way to die.
The lizardman calmed his expression, straightened his back against the ground and awaited his end with the stoicalness his people were taught to show before Ehn, out of respect for the god of death who had to put up with with the piteous screams and wretched begging of many lesser beings daily.
Await my end, I suppose. Maintain my dignity as I prepare to meet the god of death.
Unless I can somehow summon the strength to roll aside, crawl over to the mage and tear out his throat, but that seems unlikely.
Feeling that this is the end, Moskar ignores the voice in his head and prepares to meet his doom. The ice being's axe arm starts coming down, and everything seems at an end.
"Just my luck, you're one of them honorable types who don't deal with magic, aren't you? Well, I'm not rusting away on no road, so get ready to fight for yer life."The arm, the only part from the shade's armour that is still whole, practically flies towards Moskar. It clings onto his shoulder, sending a wave of pain thorughout his body the likes of which he's never felt. Carried byt the momentum of its flight, the arm smacks the axe arm [4] Just hard enough so that it doesn't come down on Moskar's chest. Instead, it lands onto his other hand, splitting his hand and most of his forearm in half.
"Look, I know you don't like me, but it's high time you let go of your stubborness and work with me. Just join with me and let me drink your blood, and we can help each other get out of this mess."Just outside a certain mansionFuck. Did I see what I just saw? Yes, yes, we have seen worse. I must know. Or must I? No, wait. Decide later. Can't leave empty-handed. Our luck tonight is thin and sharp as kifers. We must not tarry. Or...
Enter the kitchen through the door and put the most valuable-looking cutlery into my pack. Make sure it does not jingle: wrap it in a tablecloth if I have to.
You silently open the door to the kitchen, being really careful not to make a sound. Taking a quick look around, it seems like nobody is in the vicinity, no footsteps are to be heard and no light can be seen thorugh the door leading deeper into the mansion.
You look around the kitchen and pilfer through the cupboards. [8+1] your eyes fall on a set of cutlery at the back of the middle cupboard. They are highly polished silver, the handles inlaid with small gems. They're in a small box, inlaid with the name of smith in silver letters. You put the box into your pack, making sure it won't make any noise as you move.
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Tomo continues to marvel at the strange people and foreign architecture of the fortress as she heads towards the administrative building/keep, despite having to almost jog to keep up with the giant's long stride; she'd only seen these sorts of stone castles from the outside before, and usually from a great distance!
Navigating the throng of petty bureaucrats inside helps to focus her mind on her mission somewhat, but this is soon lost when she actually arrives at the war room: she spends several long moments just hanging onto the door, gawking slack-jawed at the three imposing figures-- it was obvious who the big boss man was around here!-- and the spear leaning against the wall.
...So heroic.
And shiny.
"So... shiny..." she murmurs as she slowly enters the room, eyes fixated on the magic spear and forgetting even to feign breathing as she creeps towards it.
Honestly, there's no reason why you should apologize. It's my own fault for not updating this as much as I should have.
The tall, armoured man asks, adressing the dwarf.
The dwarf sighs
"No, we sent a search party over a week ago, but they haven't returned yet. It's like the entire mountain just went...dead. I'd suggest...we....." The dwarf trails off, and his eyes seem to follow something at the side of the table. The armoured man looks up, and follows the dwarf's gaze to a small woman why is gingerly inching closer towards the spear resting against the wall, muttering incoherently. When she finally reaches the spear, she puts her hand into its shaft and lovingly caresses it up and down. This goes on for about a solid minute or two, while the people in room stare dumbfounded.
Finally, the armoured man speaks up.
"Ahem, excuse me, miss? Could I ask you to stop rubbing my spear? Who are you, even?"By the way, what do you guys think is best? Put the entire post containing the action in the update, only the action itself, or just don't put it in at all?
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