Anyone looking upon Kili Elfhewer passing by would remark on her natural beauty-a somewhat short, yet well built and muscled frame, strong Nordic features, frizzy long blonde hair, eyes of an icy pale blue that also seemed sad, adding to their charm. One would also notice the fact that she seemed distracted and on edge most of the time. Always fidgeting, adjusting one thing or the other, and keeping an eye to the horizon. She also has an certain...otherworldly charisma. It inspires a bit of awe and fear-making some scared, others intrigued.
As one turns away, they almost always do a double take-just out of the corner of ones eye, you can almost just make out something...an indistinct form, floating above her. Your not sure what it is-sort of like a malicious young child with a red beard, floating around her...then again, your not sure if you really want to know. Because, you can't shake the feeling that if you really saw what it looked like, it would start following you.
...
So, Kili checked her pockets for holes again. Then she retied her shoes so she would'nt trip and fall. And readjusted her belt buckle so her pants wouldn't fall down...countering the bad luck, it was a chore, but you had to do it every day. Most of the Elfhewers were quite insane if they ever got to be old enough. She had promised herself it would end with her, but...so had the rest of them.
It was a shame all her equipment was gone-except for the bag. Seemed to only thing truly resistant to the Fey-Curse was the Fey and things made from them. She had marvelled at her Grandfathers suit of Fey-bonemail armor that was hung from the trophy hall. A true family heirloom...but, such things could be not be given-the way they worked, you usually had to kill the creatures yourself for it to protect you. She had promised to earn her own in due time...for now, she just needed a sword. She had awoken this morning to find her old sword in a smoking crater, split into blackened pieces. Apparently it had been struck by lightning while she slept...despite the fact there was no storm last night. Kili was glad she had taken the precaution of sleeping well away from her gear, since she could'nt do anything to prevent it's theft or destruction most of time anyway.
She quickly made her way to a smithyshop-usually, she just tossed an overlage amount of money at the shopkeeper to get the best they had, knowing she would'nt be able to keep it anyway.
The portly, bearded businessman behind the counter seemed eager to please. He adjusted his tiny glasses and said...
"Well, my morning customers usually arn't as pretty as you. Glad I opened up early today...what will you have then?"
So, Kili smiled brightly and said...
"Smithy-If you please, I need an Iron Cutlass and Buckler...if you please. I'll make it worth your while."
In her studies, Kili had found that most Fae could do a lot of damage if you let them-somtimes going right through normal armor-and they were best dealy with quickly and decisively-which was difficult, since they were fast and hard to hit. On the bright side, they tended to crumple and die quickly when you actually did manage to hit them. As her father often said-they were quick on their feet, and had a nasty sting, but were cursed with glass jaws, apt to shatter with a lightest breeze.
A buckler was useful in any case-letting one of touch you was always a bad idea. She preffered a somewhat lighter and longer length sword due to her build, and was sure to tell the smithy so as she laid down her gold. Her buckler was typically attached to her right arm, and her sword stance favored the right as well-she wielded her sword two handed for extra strength.
She declined to tell this particular businessman that he would soon suffer a spot of amazingly bad luck by dealing with her, that would oddly lose him the exact amount of money he was about to make from her...
Action: Buying the best Iron Cutlass and Iron Buckler I can buy-money up front.
Author
Topic: RTBAFMCTDS Turn 2- Where the hell are all of the Monsters? (Read 11909 times)