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[Color=goldenrod][b]Time:[/b][/color] 10:00 a.m.
[Color=goldenrod][b]Location:[/b][/color] River Port Beach
[Color=goldenrod][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Kharnem Neeson [@Kazemitsu], Arn, the Trickster [@Omni5876], Saoirse, the Unseen [@potter], and Slime Slayer Ismael [@Th3King0fChaos].
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[hider=Equipment:] [url=i.imgur.com/hkDcd7s.png]Male Outfit[/url]
[url=https://imgur.com/nFFwshr] Backpack (top right)[/url]
[url=i.imgur.com/LhphK55.jpg] Bow and quiver of arrows[/url]
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The satisfaction of slime slaying had started to wane on Kaleb. The ease of swinging a mallet was replaced by mediocre archery and the repetitive retrieving of his arrows. The mallet that had been engulfed in flame was now smoldering but it had attracted its fair amount of attention. Fortunately, it’s flames died down quicker than he figured they might thanks to the beach sand constantly being kicked up by nearby and passing participants in the event. He glanced once at the metaphor of his own vigor and let loose a sigh as he readied to string an arrow. On the upside, at least he wouldn’t wind up with rash due to some well-timed advice from none other than Arn. Kaleb briefly thought back to the moment that caused him to question some of the tales he had told of the dwarf.

[b][i]Moments earlier…[/i][/b]

[i][color=0054a6]“Make sure to wipe off the slime every now and then.  If allowed to stay too long, it may cause a rash.”[/color] The words of caution reached Kaleb’s ears after a good downswing of his mallet. He thought he recognized whose voice it was and whipped his head to see none other than…

[color=goldenrod]“Arn.”[/color] The dwarf’s presence surprised him. To be approached by the collateral of several lies he told others since last evening was somewhat awkward. And to think that the despicable man he created in the minds of others was selflessly giving him helpful advice. [color=goldenrod]“Wait, you said a rash? Oh… MY FACE!”[/color][/i]

And here he was again moments later. Helpful.

[color=0054a6]“If you don’t mind, I will take care of any slime getting too close to you and you can take care of the ones down range.  These slimes should not be dangerous but we would not want one to bump into you and make you loose an arrow unto an unsuspecting participant.”[/color]

Kaleb lowered his weapon as he considered what the dwarf presented to him. The guy was nicer than he thought he’d be. A dwarf of kindness he had painted as a devious character. In fact…

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Kaleb furrowed his brows before looking at Arn with squinted eyes and a frown. Arn might notice a subtle heat coming off the young man as if he was standing close to a campfire or fira left open. It seemed as if there was not a visible source to the warmth but if the dwarf had his wits about him, he would know this mysterious heat radiated off none other than Kaleb. 

[color=goldenrod]“Do you think I’m stupid?!”[/color] He finally addressed Arn with an accusatory tone. A hint of a smile followed. [color=goldenrod]“I’ll give you credit, [b]Arn[/b], you almost fooled me but I’m clever myself! Don’t even try to explain it away. Take your pride and however many ounces of dignity you have and go. Go be an extra and kill slimes over there!”[/color] Kaleb quickly pointed towards the other side of the kill zone. He couldn’t believe he almost fell for Arn’s trickery. [color=goldenrod][I]Bowyn was right. The guy starts off by trying to win you over with kindness and then… [/i][/color] He shook his head knowing how manipulative the dwarf truly was. Perhaps his lies were coincidentally spot on. Here was the proof! [color=goldenrod][i]He thought I would just shoot my stupid arrows “down range” until I ran out! And then I would have to run around the beach to go get them all! Not only would I look like an idiot, but I’d tire myself out and slay way less slime![/i][/color] Kaleb was sure of this belief which helped invigorate him again.

[color=goldenrod]“You wanna compete for the spotlight, Arn?  You want to be the star? Well you’re in my wheelhouse now!”[/color] He to himself with clenched teeth.  Kaleb slung his bow and gripped a single arrow with the tip pointed downward. Kaleb stomped on a blue slime, crushing it beneath his boot. He didn’t need a mallet, a bow, or Arn for that matter! He continued by stabbing the next slime with the arrow in hand. 



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