We Are Our Avatars VI (Closed for Good)
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The shopkeeper would find that the weapon was unblemished and was crafted from some unidentifiable material. It was similar to obsidian in that it was translucent, but too dark in colour to see through, and carried an exceptionally sharp edge. Unlike obsidian, however, it didn't fracture conchoidally, but was flawlessly cut as though it had been crafted with lasers and other modern equipment.
"No... I come from much further away than that." Cynane replied before reaching for the handle.
"If I may..." She picked the weapon up with one hand far down the long hilt, and the other up near the blade, her front leg forward in an extended stance and her back straight as she held the weapon straight out in front of her. Backstepping to a space where she could have some room, she swung the sword in a wide arc, bracing herself against the weapon's momentum with her legs spaced properly, leaning away from the blade. It swept around with a loud whoosh and then over her head, slamming down on the floor with a thud that shook the ground beneath their feet. Yanking it loose, she brought it back to the counter. Though it had cut a deep gash in the floor, the blade was unmarked.
"It's heavy, but not to heavy to wield." She explained. "You just have to learn to use its momentum and balance yourself against it. I'd use a weapon like that against very large prey like a Gravios, but in battle, nothing would stop this blade once it starts swinging. I know that armies have a use for weapons like that."
"No... I come from much further away than that." Cynane replied before reaching for the handle.
"If I may..." She picked the weapon up with one hand far down the long hilt, and the other up near the blade, her front leg forward in an extended stance and her back straight as she held the weapon straight out in front of her. Backstepping to a space where she could have some room, she swung the sword in a wide arc, bracing herself against the weapon's momentum with her legs spaced properly, leaning away from the blade. It swept around with a loud whoosh and then over her head, slamming down on the floor with a thud that shook the ground beneath their feet. Yanking it loose, she brought it back to the counter. Though it had cut a deep gash in the floor, the blade was unmarked.
"It's heavy, but not to heavy to wield." She explained. "You just have to learn to use its momentum and balance yourself against it. I'd use a weapon like that against very large prey like a Gravios, but in battle, nothing would stop this blade once it starts swinging. I know that armies have a use for weapons like that."
Ness puts her hand to her chin for a moment. "I'm not against it. I guess we should look for some sort of vehicle service in this town... if news about what happened yesterday hasn't hit the entire town yet." My heart's still beating a little fast...
Noel tilted her head slightly. "I'm sorry but... What exactly happened yesterday that would jeopardize getting a vehicle?"
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[u]Legaian Soldier Murderer?[/u]
A Legaian soldier has been implicated in the murder of multiple citizens in Pewtercove following the capture of the city by Xiphatian forces. It has also been indicated that he has robbed a store as well. The man seemed to have little concern for his image as he was seen fully wearing a Legaian uniform with holes and blood stains on the legs. Could he have killed a soldier to take the uniform?
Legaian command has informed us that while they can't send in troops they are making the investigation of this murder a high priority.
Says Major Richard Inex. "I will personally see that this man is brought in. No one will get away with these sorts of actions. If needed we will investigate our practices in mental evaluation if this man proves to have been a Legaian soldier. We will do what we can to prevent further loss of life."
No one knows how the major plans to enter an enemy held city.[hr]
"Maybe, but this is not a military shop. And we're currently occupied, I might add. But you seem insistent. How about 300 Credits?" The shopkeeper offered.
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The general store's shopkeeper looked at the Rookie. "Who are you?"
Ness looks away for a moment, then nervously chuckles. Wait... If anything... People may be more anxious to let a conspirator out of their city... "...Nevermind... I'm overthinking things again..."
Noting the headline, she frowns a bit noting it being about Adam before reading a bit further. It looks like it's in their hands now... Hopefully they can control him.
Noting the headline, she frowns a bit noting it being about Adam before reading a bit further. It looks like it's in their hands now... Hopefully they can control him.
Noel gave a very unamused face. "Just tell me what it is. It can't possibly be worse then being stuck here."
Ness sighed a bit before explaining to Noel. "During the tournament, Adam, the black skinned man, was taken by the police... or so I'm told. We were speaking of freeing him..." She holds the tablet up of Noel to see the article on him. "...which may make people believe we're enemies of the state."
OoC: Eh. Can't be bothered editing my previous posts.
"My mistake. But, as you said, it is likely never to come up again outside Fourside, save for perhaps the capital, should you ever find yourself there." Loki answered, now on the mountain path leading up to Granite Pass.
"My mistake. But, as you said, it is likely never to come up again outside Fourside, save for perhaps the capital, should you ever find yourself there." Loki answered, now on the mountain path leading up to Granite Pass.
(To the Rookie: Yes, it's my doing. I'm also going to say you were mutilated in a violent animal attack, which made you mute.)
The Rookie nodded, and at the same time Tophat implanted some more false memories, these explaining that the Rookie saved the shopkeeper from a wild animal once, but got his face and throat mauled in the process. Since then, he wears a helmet to hide his scars, and cannot talk.
The Rookie nodded, and at the same time Tophat implanted some more false memories, these explaining that the Rookie saved the shopkeeper from a wild animal once, but got his face and throat mauled in the process. Since then, he wears a helmet to hide his scars, and cannot talk.
Noel read the article then said. "Why free him? He got what he deserved for being an immortal moron." she said rather bluntly.
"I don't know how much your credits are worth." Cynane said, raising an eyebrow. "But in my world a hunter would pay 300 gold pieces for a crudely made, mediocre iron blade of this size to start out his career and hunt Aptonoth. To sell a unique artifact like this for that much is unheard of, even if the seller does believe in the influence of the Wyvern Spirits. I can understand a lower price since it has no historical significance here, but it's a unique weapon made from a rare and competent material, with properties that no other weapon in this world is likely to have! It's a prized collector's item at the very least, even if it never sees battle. And to be honest, the idea of putting this thing in the hands of some despot like General Blake turns my stomach anyway. But I digress. Even as a collector's piece, this thing is worth thousands. I can sell it for... well, how much are those weapons there?" She pointed at the molecular bladed swords.