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PERSONA RP WITH A BOAT

okay but is whatever you're cooking gluten-free?

PERSONA RP WITH A BOAT

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Epic of Beginnings - Dawns Cradle

Dawn
_{who the fuck is this}

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Gideon nodded in affirmation to Asvar's promise, anticipating the dwarf will not disappoint in his delivery. Not only would this mean he'd get a much more reliable weapon, but also that he'd gauge Asvar's craftsmanship for himself to truly see if his smithing abilities were enough for Gideon to rely on for his planned militia. Still, given the dwarf's willingness to give Gideon an even grander reward, the Raam could only wonder if just an upgrade to his spear would be enough.

Perhaps he should have asked for armor? For a moment, Gideon wondered just how he'd look in a breastplate or a full suit of plate. Like some sort of knight, he'd surmise...

His train of thought would be interrupted by a strange, skin-crawling sensation. Looking over, Gideon would gaze at the source of this uncomfortable feeling. A blonde-haired swordwoman, someone he hasn't seen from the village yet. A stranger, perhaps a dangerous one? As far as Gideon was concerned, however, she was just that- a warrior from another land. He would look away, his arms crossed as if he was instinctively guarded from this strange

"Must've been the wind..." Gideon mentioned, under his breath, doing his best to dismiss the strange feeling for now. He turned to Sorcha, his stone cold glare easily hiding his discomfort. "Indeed, but I don't believe I'm quite like other Raam. You could say I was... forged from a different vein of iron? Is that how the saying goes?" Gideon turned to Asvar once more.
"Speaking of which, I'll see you tomorrow, then. I anticipate great things to come from your forge."

Giving Raelzeth another pat on the head, Gideon would begin to make his leave, although he did keep an eye on the strange woman. Perhaps staying away from her was the best course of action for his own sanity, if not health.

Epic of Beginnings - Dawns Cradle

post replicated for some reason wtf

Epic of Beginnings - Dawns Cradle

Dawn
_rocked

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"A Living Vein. Don't think they're too common around these parts. But I didn't find it on my own. That, you have Raelzeth to thank"

Gideon gestured to the tired gremlin, as he thought for a moment just what sort of reward he could use. Thinking about the issues he's faced in his time here as well as the issues he will face in the future, there were a few ideas. Between the Living Vein that found itself here and the Pandillos they may eventually end up hunting in the future, there was one thing the Sage realized he'd need more than anything.

"As for your offer... I can only ask for one thing." Gideon would offer his spear to the dwarf. "Traveled with this spear for a long time. Too long, in fact... I fear it may break on me one day, especially with things like Pandillos about. I think an upgrade is an order, or a new weapon entirely. We Raam are trained in all matter of armaments, but I do still feel a bit attached to this spear. Still, I trust the keen eye of a Dwarf smith more than anything whether or not this weapon's still suitable for combat."

Epic of Beginnings - Dawns Cradle

Dawn
_rocked

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Gideon slumped himself against the dead beast once more, when they had finally returned to Dawn. Even for one accustomed to traveling with a heavy load, dragging that large hunk of iron around was a large effort. He almost wondered if this was how it felt to drag an unconscious Raam around.

Looking up, he noticed Raelzeth still standing about, not looking to greet her father despite the successful haul they had brought in.

"What's troubling you, Raelzeth?" Gideon asked, standing himself up. "Not too keen on greeting your father?"

Walking towards the child, Gideon would hesitate for a moment before giving her a pat on the shoulder.

"We wouldn't have gotten this much iron if it wasn't for you, you know. I'm sure Asvar would be proud of that." Gideon spoke, doing his best to sound reassuring. He was never quite good with feelings, or with children, but he still tried his best. After all, it is indeed true that they would not have found this haul of iron if it wasn't for Raelzeth's particular talents.

"Don't think your father has heard us yet, if you don't want to see him just yet."

Epic of Beginnings - Dawns Cradle

Dawn
_{caught between a rock and a hard place}

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A simple matter indeed, and one that was quickly executed as Gideon proceeded to lunge its spear into the ferrous monstrosity's eye. With a deeper plunge and a twist of his one good hand, the Raam would wait until he was assured of the beast's death. Once that bloody affair was over, Gideon would collapse, leaning his back against the dead Living Vein. He'd place a hand on the fallen beast's head, feeling a sullen sense of kinship with the animal due to their shared biological similarities. It was a shame that a beast of iron was unrefined when compared to a man of steel.

With the beast's death, Gideon was sure the iron shortage would be somewhat alleviated, although he wonders if there could be a more efficient way of finding more iron for Dawn. Hopefully it wouldn't involve fighting more of these things, but after viewing a bit of their behavior, there are a few more efficient tactics Gideon could use against similar beasts. Still, it would be better to find veins that didn't wish to eat the Raam. Surveying the area more would probably be his best bet, especially with the Stonesinger in tow.

But that would wait another day. Gideon would instead stab his spear at the end of his cloak, tearing a piece of it off before preparing to bind his injured hand. As he looked at it, however, a strange thought came to his head. He looked to Raelzeth with a peculiar expression on his face.

"Your stonesinging... does it work on steel? Why don't you try healing my hand with it?"

Before Raelzeth would respond, Gideon would quickly work on binding his hand with plans to properly mend it once they return to Dawn. As he did so, he stood up before assessing the situation further.

"Help me figure out how to bind and drag this thing back home. We'll have your father try and salvage what iron he can from it after we explain to him you weren't lying your way out of work this time. Afterward, I may have a look at the rest of its carcass, see if I can figure out if any of it is edible, at the very least. If these things happen to be more common in this area than I'd surmise, they'd be a proper beast to try and hunt for both food and ore. Good work, by the way.

"Oh, and the whole thing about healing my hand was a joke. I think you and I are both exhausted from stonesinging for a day."

Epic of Beginnings - Dawns Cradle

Dawn
_{caught between a rock and a hard place}

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Patience. One of the first lessons taught to a young Gideon. Patience in battle, to wait for the right opening before striking. It was an important skill to have especially for one versed in the spear, a weapon meant for defensive combat against a larger, charging foe. After all, if a spear was positioned just right, the foe will simply run themselves through for you. All that was needed was that extra push in the right direction. Luckily, through Raelzeth's song, all Gideon had to worry about was getting the spear just right.

As soon as the Living Vein was pulled closer, as soon as Gideon's spear was in its proper place, the Raam would simply let go and jerk to the side, avoiding the brunt of the beast's blow while the spear would jam itself into its maw. If no fleshy bits weren't struck, Gideon was almost confident he'd jam the beast's mouth before it could rip him to shreds.

Just as swiftly, Gideon grabbed one of the vials of dirt, hoping it wasn't a particularly rare sample as he had little time to deliberate. Crushing the vial in his gloved hands through his steely grip, Gideon would hope that the shard produced would be sharp, sharp enough for him to jam it in the Living Vein's eye.

And with a quick stab, Gideon would go for the kill, moving swiftly before the beast ripped his spear to shreds and had its maw free once more.

Epic of Beginnings - Dawns Cradle

Dawn
_{caught between a rock and a hard place}

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The beast had sprung towards Gideon like a charging bull, rapidly aiming to grind the Raam down with its teeth. Those rigid fangs seem perfectly capable of ripping through solid steel, let alone the Sage's metallic bones. He didn't need his supernatural senses to warn him that getting caught in this Living Vein's maw was a good idea.

It is convenient, then, that spears are meant for receiving charges. Quickly planting his feet onto the ground, Gideon used the weight of his steel form to anchor himself quickly. As he did, he would hold his spear outward for the beast to ram itself into his weapon, mouth-first. While Gideon was almost sure its teeth may rip through his old and weathered spear, his true goal was to keep its grinding jaws at bay... at least until Gideon was able to figure a way out of this.

His eyes darted across every crevice of the beast, gathering information at an almost instantaneous speed. Any notable weak-points or bits of flesh he could strike. However, he didn't have another weapon on him, and it seemed as if his spear was about to go. Left without options, Gideon gritted his teeth and held on tight. Hopefully Raelzeth would be able to run back to safety.

... Wait, Raelzeth. That's right!

Gideon's eyes focused themselves once more, filled with his newfound resolve. Rather than allowing the beast to tear apart his spear, he would instead use its maw as an entrance to what he would hope to be a soft and fleshy core.

"Raelzeth! Your magic!" Gideon called, darting his eyes for the Living Vein's iron hide. "Pull it towards me on my signal!"

The sage's eyes narrowed, his focus honed on the spear. He only had one real shot in what he planned, and if this didn't work, he'd at least keep this beast maintained with his much tougher bones while Raelzeth would be able to escape... No. Gideon has a mission, a purpose. He won't let this overgrown iron-cow take it from him. He simply waited for its teeth to be at the right place, before finally-

"Now!"

Epic of Beginnings - Dawns Cradle

Dawn
_spelueuthing

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Gideon was speechless.

For a moment, he wondered if the child was so tired, she didn't realize just what she was sitting on. It was the likelier case, all things considered. After all, using that stonesinging of hers to this point was expectedly an exhausting endeavor. He was astonished at just how long she could maintain that song of hers. If the girl would have just applied herself more, he's sure she'd be a formidable stonesinger with that magic of hers.

But now was not the time to think about the future.

"Raelzeth. Stand up and come to me, slowly." Gideon spoke, his breath more paced than normal. The grip on his spear tightened, though he made sure not to make too sudden a move. Gideon's eyes heavily scrutinized the rock Raelzeth was sitting on, his blessing almost practically screaming at him as he laid his eyes it. Any minute movements, hints of exertion, anything he could spot and therefore anticipate.

The Sage felt as if the Living Vein they were searching for was indeed right under their noses... almost literally, in the child's case.