Dark Cloud

World of Light

Wordage: 879 words (+2 points)
Experience: 6/10 EXP
Location: Habbo Hotel ➡ Terminal Cafe
^{Interaction
Rubick's @Scarifar, Bowser & Co's @DracoLunaris, Nadia's @Lugubrious, Ichiban's @TruthHurts22, Therion and Primrose's @Yankee}

Though the cobbled avenues and canal-ridden byways of this city were alien to Artorias, the familiar racket eventually coaxed him to a somber section of the Home of Tears' western district: Grave Boulevard. It couldn't be said that the undead 'lived' here, but zombies, skeletons, and ghosts did seem common here; if you lacked a pulse and weren't out haunting the Milk Bar -strategically placed between Grave Boulevard and the Cat Towers- or the Terminal cafe, this was the place to be.

When Artorias found the source of the clamor it seemed less like a run-of-the-mill smithy and more like a crumbling mausoleum, to put it charitably. There, the skeletal blacksmith Vamos toiled away, his ancient-looking forge alight with the eerie glow of an unnatural green flame. Vamos barely looked up when Artorias approached. Knights were a common sight around smiths, and he hardly needed to petition them for their patronage, even if he was the chatty type. Instead he kept banging away, shaping the serrated swordblade of a flamberge into shape before dousing the metal in oil.

Beforehand as he stalked the sound of metal against metal through the narrow walkways leading to the mausoleum, Artorias held his sword tight like the knight were about to go into combat. So accustomed now to finding enemies at every corner did the lack of hostility caused him a certain amount of unease. Until he set foot within the darkened barrow of the smithy did the Knight Artorias loosen a grip upon his greatsword, resting by it's flat on his shoulder.

Artorias was visibly exhausted, his armor ragged and as he spoke up to the skeletal smith he sounded as though he hadn't used his voice in some time "Thou seemst quite adept with the hammer...What is thy name?" the knight said after the stranger dipped the blade he was working on in the trough by his side.

Without looking up from his work, the blacksmith replied. "Vamos." He then moved away from the anvil with the steaming blade to lay it to rest on a workbench, then took a prepared wooden handle and a chisel in his bony fingers to chip out a hollow into it for the insertion of the blade's tang.

Most blacksmiths were alike in the way that they were seldom spoken when they were working in the forge, thus the towering knight took no slight at the curtness of Vamos' demeanor he simply nodded before speaking again "Artorias." the knight said in simple greeting with a slight inclination of his back in what could be considered a bow "My blade is dull, and dirty with the blood of vermin. My eyes aren't as keen as they once were, what dost thou makest of the state of my weapon?" the knight presented his mighty blade to the skeletal blacksmith to look upon.

To the weapon's credit, Vamos allowed his eye sockets to linger on it longer than he would have for most weapons. "It'll kill well enough," he remarked simply. The more Artorias heard his voice, the stranger it sounded, with a bizarre, almost crushed reverberation to it. "Can't infuse it. But I can repair it if you need, or refine it if you've got the titanite," he added, his lack of concern for the blade's artistry increasingly apparent.

"If I had a shard to spare blacksmith," the knight said shaking his head "Dost thou knowest where one might find some?" Artorias rested his weapon once more upon his shoulders.

"I can sell shards for 200 hundred apiece," Vamos mentioned. "Other than that? A cave somewhere, I imagine."

"And what for the repair of such a blade?" Artorias asked, maybe if he had the souls to spare he could pay the blacksmith to repair his weapon.

Almost begrudgingly, Vamos took another look at the greatsword to ascertain its exact durability. After so much action without proper service, it had seen better days. "Three fifty," he declared after a moment.

The knight stood for a brief moment in silence, his breathing the only sound that escaped from beneath his hood until he grunted "I shalt be back when I hath the funds to profer to thee." Artorias turned to leave, armor clattering as he went about exiting Vamos' smithy "Farewell for now, blacksmith." he bid the undead fellow goodbye, not expecting much more than a grunt in return as he left. And stepped back into the streets where water fell from up above.

Alone, or rather the only one with a faint pulse within the narrow pathway of the Grave Boulevard; Artorias' boots carried him westward through the streets of the city, wondering where he was going and even if it mattered. Had the Magus told these Seekers of him? He hadn't even told him where he would be going after leaving him in the hotel lobby. Though he ended up winding his way towards what looked like a lively place though the individuals there mostly seemed anything but alive, where he found a familiar face.

"Hmph," he said as he approached Rubick and the strangers he accompanied ignoring a server who attempted to bar him though as the knight met the undead gaze they shrunk back "Greetings to you Magus...And present company." the knight though his tone was not unpleasant he sounded a bit aggressive around so many people, the knight wasn't used to crowded places.

World of Light

Wordage: 518 words (+1 points)
Experience: 4/30 EXP
Location: Sector 7 Slums ➡ Seventh Heaven
^{Interaction
Giovanna's @Lugubrious, Zenkichi's @Multi_Media_Man, Pit’s @Yankee and Susie's @Archmage MC}

Despite the whole of Sector 7 being practically abuzz with merriment, folk out in the streets celebrating and enjoying the peace that was earned.

Partitio couldn't help shake the feeling that even though everybody put their blood, sweat and tears into defending these folks lives that they'd payed for it in the end. The merchant hadn't really known Tora for all that long, as he stood there Partitio scratched the back of his neck.

'Somewhere out there..I know there's folks sufferin' just as much as we did, or worse.' those were his words, something he said to his old man before he left home. But something had begun to tell him he was far-far from home but it didn't make what he was beginning to recall any less true 'I wanna do what I can for em'. Use my talents to make the world a better place.' being a merchant was more than making a bundle of leaves, it was the reason why that matters.

Partitio walked along removing his hat, he stared at it for a moment before placing it back on his head. He remembered everything, why he left home, about how Roque betrayed him and the people living in his town, about Griff and every day he lived scraping by on nothing.

The merchant trailed behind the Seekers, and entered the Seventh Heaven wiping something from his cheek. Met by cheers and smiles, the Seekers looked quite dour in comparison but Partitio was a different kind of man he knew the right words could snap them frowns upside down. So once Giovanna was finished her piece, the merchant who had taken a seat at the bar turning on the stool to listen well to her while he swigged a bottle of draft beer.

"Now ya'll listen, I don't know who all of ya are nor who this Peach or Goldlewis is! Don't even know where the heck this even is but I do know one thing," Partitio took a swig of the beer he was served setting it down with a hearty thunk to turn to the lot gathered around inside the tavern "Your more than just a bunch of helpful strangers no ya'll are bona-fide heroes." they certainly were, they sacrificed a lot to just fight back a horde of robots "If you can fight a whole dang army all by yourselves well then you can do anything, if Poppi were here she'd have wanted us to be happy that her life meant somethin' worth celebrating cause she fought with people who were good. I cast my lot with you, I saw there was something about you folk and I knew you could pull through for this dang town." he pulled out a coin from his pocket, flipping it with his thumb and catching it.

"I wouldn't trade nothing for the folks I met all this way and I certainly won't forget em', and that's something I'll drink to. To Poppi." the merchant raised up the bottle and drank it in cheers even if nobody else would join him he felt like honoring the little Nopon's friend was appropriate.

Play or Manage?

@SleepingSilence you got that right. Lol

Play or Manage?

That, or the GM is ironically the very first to drop their own creation. (Effectively wasting the other players time.)

@SleepingSilence

Subtle 😂 I feel the burn. :P

Play or Manage?

I'd rather play than GM ngl, it's easier to be able to manage s schedule around someone else's.

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The Wild Beyond Witchlight

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Or maybe he just needs the right incentive.

Jub: Hey Brut, they're selling haregon steaks and decapitated heads at Charm's store, let's go!

@XxFellsingxX

#BrutMoment #Oijustlikememummadeem

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

I'm sorry if it sounded dumb to bring up I just get anxious about these things sometimes.

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

@XxFellsingxX and I acknowledge that, I just was worried I'd just end up going under the radar. I just wanted to make sure is all.

The Wild Beyond Witchlight

I don't mean this the wrong way but it feels like Gabriel's last post just got ignored, like I meant it as a valid suggestion. I know we got the mini Bav but still I just wanted to make sure I don't get shafted. It's happened before.