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 Posted: Sun May 12, 2013 9:09 pm
This was perhaps the most nerve wracking thing she was ever told to do. Her father Burrom a well known mercenary spear man, had told her it was time for her to learn how to use a weapon of her own and this meant she would need to pick a weapon. The idea was...intriguing at first and then the more she thought about it the more she wanted to do it. The battle with the ysali dragon had shown her that she needed to be properly equipped, but...it was what she had to do to GET her weapon that terrified her the most.
She was dropped off in front of...a shop called Peddler's rock. Instructed that she would go inside and speak to Arick and he would get her what she needed. The young girl had almost silently begged him to go in with her which he refused, he said he would only stand outside and wait for her to be finished.
So the poor girl was trembling just inside of the shop, every reaction she had even encountered with strangers had been poor ones. And this wasn't a child she was going to this was an adult...a dovaa adult. What if he tried to kill her? Clutching at the folds of her skirt she tried to look up but found herself unable to. What was she going to do? Could she do this? The idea of her ...standing up for herself...without Burrom was a scary thought.
Then it occured to her that...if she could face off with a ysali dragon...a dovaa man couldn't be any worse? Slowly she raised her head and tried to look around the store...
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2013 11:26 pm
The Dovaa had done up his shop a little differently today, for his appointment called for much more secrecy. Yet another little hybrid was to come to him this day and request their weapon. He truly loved to help out the poor Hybrids, but things were looking up for them, the future, bright. They weren't as hated as they once were, back in the day, and everyone seemed to feel for them in some way, realizing that their potential for greatness was MUCH higher than any ordinary person.
He had constructed the store's walls completely of stone, instead of just a little fort-like structure that he had normally made. He even put up two sheets in place of doors; one on the front half, and one in the back (where Sage was, no doubt).
The Gaili's makeshift store was now complete, with only one single table in the center of the little stone room. A few skylights were created to bring in some natural light, otherwise there were a few floating orbs of light in varying colors about the store, no doubt from the Candlelight spell that this man always had within his stock.
He was outside the back when the duo arrived. He noticed them pull up and readied himself as he waited for her to come into his shop. Giving her a few moments alone to take in her surroundings, he entered from the other side of the table.
"Hello, little one. You must be Tilawen. I've been expecting you. I'm Arick Skyeforge, the owner of this little shop." he said aloud, resting his hands upon the table, a kind smile upon his face.
On the table were the four plain weapons. A warrior's sword, a mage's scepter, a barbarian's mace, and an archer's bow. These would be the four weapons she had to choose from. But the choice, was to be hers and hers alone.
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Posted: Mon May 13, 2013 9:35 am
Tilawn nearly jumped out of her skin, she had been taking in the curious surroundings, the stone walls were rather bleak and the simple doors made her wonder if her father had brought her to some seedy man who would request of 'favors' for a weapon. A chilling thought. Though when she heard the man speak her attention was riveted on him in a moment, though her body was tense, she ...was in a bit of awe seeing him. Arick was...similar and yet so different from her father. Scars, but brown hair, his horns were also different it was his expression that finally got to her. That...smile.
Bowing her head she fiddled with the folds of her skirt a bit more before she nodded her head to acknowledge that he had the right person. Swallowing the poor girl took a few steps forward but was still several feet away from the table before she looked up again. Her head turning to glance at the make shift door flap as if hoping to see her father still there. But she couldn't see through stone and the flap was concealing anything that was outside.
"...Go...od...day.." The red head finally managed her glowing green eyes locking on his face a moment again before they flitted curiously over the weapons laid out before her. Some part of her ...a bit sad if foolish to see that there were no sticks there.
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Posted: Tue May 14, 2013 12:46 am
Arick just smiled and watched her as she struggled to say the words. "How are you doing today?" he asked her, watching as her face fell downcast upon seeing the weapons.
"What's wrong, little one?" he asked again. He wasn't sure what was wrong, but he would definitely find out. His face fell downcast a bit in response to the girls sadness. The only thing he could truly do was wait for her response.
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Posted: Tue May 14, 2013 2:21 pm
Tilawen shifted on the spot her face flushing slightly at his question, there wasn't anything wrong per say, she just felt silly that she somehow expected a ...thick walking stick to be there...it had been her temporary weapon for so long she kinda hoped when finding out she was going to get a weapon...she wouldn't have to replace the stick she had with such foreign looking weapons. Then again she also assumed that she would be forced to use a spear like her father but...there wasn't one to be seen on the table before her.
"No...spear.". She commented softly, not that she wanted to use one, it...just seemed weird seeing herself use such a weapon. actually all the weapons felt,alien to her. Pointing to the mages sceptre she was quick to lower her hand again.
"What...is it?" The young girl inquired as the rest were fairly self explanatory. Her father wielded an enchanted spear that could alight into flame...and she found herself wishing to have a weapon that could do the same.
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