((Whelp, sorry about the late update. I've been rather busy with exams.))
At the battle of the bands"Get out of here, Lance, and never let me see you again."
Let Lance leave the cage in shame. Go found out what I won.
Lance, face and hands burned pretty badly, takes off his rather garish hat and lets it fall to floor. He slinks away, never looking up, and exits stage right. The announcer enter the cage and stands next to you, adressing the crowd.
"Ladies and gentlemen, what wonderful 87th battle of the bards this has been. But all good things come to an end, and what an end it was! I am overjoyed to proclaim that the winner of this years battle of the bards is...LORD. OF. METAL!"The crowd claps and cheersas you stagename is called, and it is a solid minute before the announcer can get them to quiet down enough to speak on.
"And as such, he gets his well earned prize of 6000 imperial coins! And an official letter of introduction from our local acting captain-" the announcer points to a man in empirial armour, who gives a small salute "- that will allow him to gain entry into the citadel! To find employment, safe haven or anything his heart desires! Applause!"The crowd applauds as you are led offstage.
Gained 6000 coins and a written letter of recommendationIn a small town of the vegetable kingdom. ((I meant loot the town.))
LOOT LOOT LOTT L00T L007 /007
"I am beginning to realize why that angel fellow isn't very good at his work," Nosegay observes as he watches Angus engage in the basest, most pointless of greedy indulgences.
Investigate the general store. Maybe I can find some clues there?
Head to a high location to look around further.
The trio split up a bit, heading to different parts in the town. Angus, sensing loot around, starts searching for things of value. [5] After some fruitless seatching around, he finds a few trinkets inside of a pile of cabbage. He finds a snazzy cloak, depicting a cabbage on the back. He also finds a nice heather shield, also depicting a cabbage.
Seanna climbs a ladder on top of a rather large building and looks into the distance. The surrounding land seems to be mostly farmland, though she can see a larger town in the distance, a church roof sticking out high above the other buildings.
Nosegay, meanwhile, has entered the general store. Looking around for clues, he instead finds someone slumped against the counter. He is clad in armour bearing depictions of cabbages. A rather nast cut runs across his stomach, and he is leaking juice on the floor. He doesn't seem to notice you, but his chest is going up and down. A crude shortsword, the kind that littered the field you were in a while ago, lays next to him.
In a certain forestCarefully descend into pit.
You carefully descent into the pit, small puffs of ash going up into the air with every step you take. The staircases down creak in a rather disconcerning way, but they hold together well enough. Once at the end of the staircase, you see a long hallway that seems to have been mostly spared from the fire. The hallway ends a small room with three doors, labelled living quarters, lab and greenhouse.
Look for a restaurant of some sort.
You head out into the city in search of some kind of restaurant. As you walk the streets, you can see posters being hung up onto notice boards and flyers being handed out. They say such things as "Border incidents on the rise, empire and elven kingdom relations stressed"
"Elves: fair or frightening?"
"shirts, 3 pairs for 100 coins, only at clothier curtis' emporium."
After a while you do find a nice little restaurant in a small side street. You check your pockets, but notice you have only 5 coins left.
On a bloody road heading westMoskar pocketed his loot, straightened up with a half-hidden wince then shuffled off, finding a spot to sit and rest his battered scales.
>Sit down to one side of the road, rest my back against a tree, and look myself over.
Flex this new arm of mine- does it work the same as my old one? Where did my cleaver end up in all of that? Keep an eye on the road.
Moskar grabs his loot, kicking the mage's corpse once more for good measure. He grabs his cleaver off of the floor and finds a nice, sturdy tree to plop down against. He flexes the metal arm, turning it over and wiggling the fingers. Well, controlling it seems the same as it was with his actual arm, no real difference there. It does feel cold however, and while he can sense wether or not you're touching something he cannot sense anything but that. No texture or warmth seems to picked up by the arm.
He casts a weary eye on the road, but sees nobody coming from either direction.
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