Mmm' is this still around?
It was mid-day upon September 21st, the year of our liberator 2019.
When a small party had arrived to my abode. Carrying a message for me, a paladin of the exploding pine maple or rather and invitation aid them.
“What brings you to my domain?” I paused and sheathed my blade, Steel leaf, away. There had been many exciting hours of practice put to use, considering the current situation in a new realm.
“Cenric, cut the crap. We’re not here to play around today. We just need you to consider joining the emergency defense committee, sign up and get it over with.” One of the rather impatient travelers lashed their tongue. The oaf.
“My domain is sacred, and so shall my manner of proper presentation be kept. Especially among such kind company.” I gestured toward Othorion, a rather noble elf hunter who was apart of their party. He was also pretty awesome when it came to making this amazing herbal tea, still no idea what was in it yester but it calmed me right down. “As long I remain sane my banner will be swept with yours.”
“Cedric..” The oaf simply sighed.
“We mostly need you to work on equipment considering you’re already made a bunch of these things before. Just don’t go as crazy as you did with that… big monster sword design you had a while back.” Spoke Zina, a ranger in more than one world and campaign.
“I keep telling you, that was ten years ago and I got us unbanned from the next year! I mean, the oath has already been sworn on the matter to never again make weaponry that cannot be simply handled by the sight of mortals.” I replied. I am still surprised she didn’t get over it, it was just the one time. Hell, it even brought in a lot of customers that year for the both of us. “I will humbly accept the missions bestowed upon me.”
“Well at least that’s over now. Don’t know why they sent me over here, can never talk to this guy..” the oaf grumbled.
“Also Otho’ and I-“ Zina began.
“Othorion.” I gestured my head toward the elf.
“Yes, Otho-ri-en, and I.” Zina pronounced carefully. “Have been asking around about metals you can work with, especially those we.” Zina made sure to gesture between the oaf and I, excluding Othorion. “Haven’t heard of yet. We did manage to create a list of a few of them, though seems they’re pretty rare hear and lot are by Iron grove.” Zina handed two lists over.
“And I’m still unsure of why you would _want_ to be find and be bitten by a werehyena. Seeing as it would bring harm and great risk to yourself. They are just a scarce rumor in the highland plateaus meant to scare travelers of shady merchants.” Othorion spoke again.
Zina simply stared at me for a moment before firmly slapping her hand against her face. “You’re trying to become Zakur the gullible aren’t you.”
“Zakur, the hopeful. We will be needing plenty of that to work with the upcoming quests.” I shot a grin toward Zina.
The rest of the day onward felt fairly uneventful. I was assigned mostly to provide equipment and weapons with what materials were provided too me. I think we may be fine here, as long as we keep our heads down. I would be lying to say I didn’t miss our home world, but at the same time there could be so much to see here. Maybe too much, since I can’t figure out what to do myself, and I’ll doubt they’ll just leave me leave to explore everything. I can’t decide whether or not to go to look for the new mysterious metals myself, or try to find some small mischief to stop, but I’ll probably end up needing to stay in the town to help.
P.S.: I’m probably going to miss Hector a lot, he would’ve loved to see this.