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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Feb 18, 2005 1:55:27 GMT -5
(OOC: Sorry for the wait, Arcaneye and I had to get a new comp due to a very annoying virus)
Seertzah lets a slight smirk come across her face. I prefer a sickle, but usually end up using a dagger due to it being easier to conceal.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Feb 20, 2005 18:40:15 GMT -5
Both, then said Francis, reaching down to pick up a long-handled dagger and a dark, green bladed sickle. He holds them under his arm and picks up a pair of thick, leather sheaths from another pile on the ground.
Here he says, offering them to Ssertzah Your primary weapon will need more careful selection than these two. Follow me and we'll see what suits you.
Francis stuffs the weapons into the yuan-ti's hands and ambles away towards the broadswords.
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Feb 21, 2005 0:09:32 GMT -5
After a quick examining of the weapons, she straps them up in the sheathes, and puts them up. You have so many weapons. Are these your own personal collection?
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Feb 21, 2005 18:25:36 GMT -5
Not quite. replies Francis As a weapons merchant, I sell almost exclusively to the Lower Planes. They seem to need a good deal of weapons to keep their mephit-cursed Blood War going.
The stout man reaches a rack of fine, curved broadswords and begins to tap each one with his finger, muttering to himself, as if trying to determine which is best. He quickly glances over to the corner of the room, where there lays a thick bar of wood, almost as big as a small pillar, surrounded by many smaller rods, each as slender as arrowshafts. The large bar appears to have small nocks and holes bored into it, where the thinner rods can fit into.
Be a dear and please set that bar and those rods up there. asked Francis, pointing to an cleared spot in the room, where a shallow, square-shaped hole was built into the ground. The hole appears to be the same size and shape as the bar, as if designed to hold it upright.
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Feb 23, 2005 0:02:24 GMT -5
Curious of what he was going to do with them, she goes over and brings them closer to the hole, then puts it together like a simple puzzle.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Feb 28, 2005 18:01:08 GMT -5
Francis tucks a small assortment of swords under his arm and loosely hands a wide-bladed broadsword to the Ssertzah.
This is standard steel forged in the Rilmani fashion. Give it a try he suggests, pointing towards the large wooden "tree" that Ssertzah just assembled.
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Mar 1, 2005 1:09:55 GMT -5
Not sure what exactly to do, she moves it around a little bit, getting used to it. She then strikes the wood structure.
Giving a slight smirk, she goes at it again. It felt good to wield a sword once again. She went at it over and over, attacking harder and harder.
Stopping and regaining her composure, she apologizes, "I...I am sorry. I got out of hand."
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Mar 1, 2005 19:13:48 GMT -5
No matter replies Francis, cheerfully, You're strong and fast, but your technique could use some improvement. As I say, technique is everything.
Francis slowly draws a dark, beautiful, curved broadsword from its lacquered sheath. With a flick of his wrist, he sent the jade-colored blade into the trunk of the target and whipped it back out, leaving a neat hole easily 5 inches deep.
The product of decades of training. We at the Fraternity of Order can help you with your swordwork, should you decide to pledge yourself to us. he says, smiling, and then handing the blade to Ssertzah Give it a try. Baatorian green-steel forged in Avernus. Very good quality.
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Mar 1, 2005 23:47:37 GMT -5
Grinning slightly as she does her best to mimic his exact strike, she says over her shoulder, If it means leaving my lord Scaled Supreme, I'll have to pass, though I do thank you for the offer.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Mar 2, 2005 22:08:37 GMT -5
Ssertzah whips the fine blade towards the target and hits the trunk solidly, causing the blade to enter the wood about one inch deep and stick, unable to go any further. Francis furrows his brow.
Yes... I see... Not bad, for a beginner he says, wrenching the blade from the trunk and putting it away. He removes another wide-bladed broadsword, this one with an eerie incadescent glow to its edge.
Perhaps something with a little less finesse and a bit more utility for now? Here's steel forged on the Plane of Radiance in the Rilmani style. The glow is quite permanent, but the edge will probably be more to your liking. Give it a try.
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Mar 3, 2005 1:10:06 GMT -5
After giving it a quick twirl in her hands. She decides to get more serious about it. Stricking it from side to side mulitple times, she finishes up with a strong slash that brings the blade from her left side to her right, sinking it into the wooden structure.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Mar 4, 2005 7:41:55 GMT -5
Ssertzah grasps the glowing sword tightly and whirls it over her head. The luminous blade leaves a shining trail of sparks and bites it cleanly into the trunk, severing it completely through. Francis' eyes pop open.
Well, it looks like you've found yourself a weapon! he exclaims, taking it from the yuan-ti and placing it into a loose scabbard made from pale fishscales. Tying a short string around the scabbard to bind it, and looping the hook into a belt, the stout man presents it to Ssertzah.
Its name is Pagua, the defender of the 8 gates. Let it defend you, as well.
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Mar 6, 2005 2:25:43 GMT -5
Accepting the sword, she then bows towards him.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Mar 6, 2005 10:55:53 GMT -5
Francis takes out a small pouch from his robes and passes it along with the sword You have about 30 jinx and 40 greys in there. For reference, "jinx" refers to gold, and "greys" are the tungsten coins the fiends use instead of silver; the metal stings them, you see.adds the old man. He turns and begins to walk back towards the tent.
Come along
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Post by Exile, Bast Incarnate on Mar 6, 2005 21:49:59 GMT -5
Following close behind him, Ssertzah asks, Is that a common weakness of inhabitants here?
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