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[PrivateNomad]

"Eh, monsters are cool. Any friends?"
"Anything to offer?"

[smurfingtonthethird]

((still, I had a shitnugget of health left))

"Kaiser's passed out, so I guess the noise'll stop here."

CORE grapples Kaiser back inside the Nomad, maneuvering him into the workshop and removing the sword with a robotic arm.

"At least he got a toy out of it."

[Projeck37]

"I'm friends with Dalia... That seems about it."
"Hmm... Gold? Or... Perhaps a body to take over?"

[USEC_OFFICER]

Dalia stares at Kaiser as his body gets dragged back into the Nomad. Her eyes linger on the wicked-looking sword that's embedded in his body, and eventually she asks, "Is he going to be okay?"

[smurfingtonthethird]

There is a fair amount of gold blood.

"Yeah, he'll be fine. Mind stabbing him with that canister of green-yellowy stuff?"

[USEC_OFFICER]

"But..." Dalia lapses into sullen silence, but at least she does as she's asked to before retreating back into the hallway of the Nomad.

[Projeck37]

((Passing out is a reasonable reaction. Kaiser did just use up all of his mana and get a sword stabbed into his stomach.))

Osmodius laughs, "So how was the fight, Miss Araceli?"

"Not enough fooling around~"
She teleports away.

Moments later...
"Z̡̀͡e҉ ̸҉F̷̧̕ơ͘r̀e͢r͜u̕n̨͢n̶͘͠e̶̕r͢͢ ̛áp͏̕͟p͠r͠o̡̡ac̨͝h̨͜͠ę̕s̷̢,̸̵̕ sir͟e͡͠.̨̛ "
A lizardman approaches a rather bulky man hard at work over a forge, who is hammering down a piece of crimson metal.
"Already? What the hell do they want right now during the process..."
Just seconds later, the door is kicked down, and two females approach forward. The first, a woman in what looks like iron armor, and and the other which looks like a young pirate girl.
The woman speaks up.
"Is the project done? Our employer grows tired of waiting."
"You've barely given me any time to pre-"
"No excuses. You know the agreement."
"Yes, but-"
"The rapier. Now. You're not a renowned blacksmith for nothing, Mr. Lancing."
The man looks as if he is about to protest, but instead, he simply turns around, and grabs a wicked looking, slightly maroon rapier, reluctantly handing it over. "I don't approve of who you're going to use this against."
"We're aware, Mr. Lancing."
The woman grabs the rapier, who turns, and right into Araceli. She is taken aback for a moment, before handing it off, slightly bowing.
"For you, madame."
Araceli inspects it closely, thinking to herself for a moment. "Acceptable..." She takes the blade into her hand, twirling it idly, before placing it back on the rack that the man picked it up off of. "But it is not for me. It shall belong to another... I thank you for your time, Mr. Lancing~"
With that, the three teleported away, the Blacksmith left confused.

((Yay for random cutscene elsewhere?))

[Rolepgeek]

"Dr. Alucard Fau- er, Vladimir."

"Riiiight. Well then, have a seat, you will be called once we get through the rest of the line."

And then they were stuck there for weeks

[Akroma]

((boo for the rapier not being this. Also is nobody actually going to loot draculas armory?))


"Eh, this is not much to go by. Obviously someone holds some sort of information that, if it got out, would mean bad news for the king, and used that information to stop the investigation. If someone is that prepared, there would be no evidence left besides the kings testimony, which we will not get. Though first and foremost is the question, who, of the suspects, is actually *able* to burn out someones eyes with magic?"

[Projeck37]

((Tobias is currently looting it.))

[Kansa]

"Burning out the eyes means their souls were most likely burned out of them too. The people most likely to have that kind of power are the two high priests."

[wolfchild]

((sorry about lack of activity, I mean REALLY SORRY, been getting ready to go on a holliday, so expect my posts to remain spars for a while))

[PrivateNomad]

Alucard indeed takes a seat.
"Then be my friend, Isaac~."
((If anybody has read Dracula, they'd know who Renfield is))
"You pique non of my interest, Sir Tobias. I could ask of something of equal value, but I am afraid this artifact behind this door is perhaps the most powerful in this world. And of course, it is guarded, but not by me, oh no Sir Tobias. I simply knapped the key."

[smurfingtonthethird]

((renfield is his bitch

I know this because I watched a shitty british kids show, not through reading, pshaw))

[PrivateNomad]

((Eh, close enough.))