@Dark Light Shhhh it's OK, she only stole it from her mother's corpse, she's no professional thief :D
If the cost for stealing food is the culprits hand, what would the cost be for stealing a holy relic? I just need to consider this for when he eventually finds out and has to deliver punishment...
@Blueflame all good, it worked. I need a bit more info on these attacks tho, I'm not familiar with your character. This blaster, what does it shoot? How big is it? Can I grab it and use it? How did you make it shoot if it just appeared there?
Makes it hard to appropriately reply. I just don't want to assume anything and get it wrong. That's all. Cheers!
If he couldn't scratch you with that attack he's got no chance and nothing left, also any chance of capture just shot out the roof so he would be aiming to kill now. Anyway I'm resigning him from the battle by God-modding that bolt that flung off.
Arden gratefully accepted the gifts, his mind instantly wandering to all the alternative purposes he could use them for. He examined each item intently in hopes of uncovering some secret of their source. The protective parchment interested him most even though the potion would prove beyond valuable in his circumstances. He had little place to put them so was forced to simply hold them carefully.
Nymphadora's comment about secrecy brought a faint smile to Arden's face. He didn't have a reply instead giving an agreeing nod before turning to look at Celia. He was getting... strange...vibes from her.
@Dark Light P.S i'm not complaining everyone seems to think when i ask a question about their character i'm bitching XD; I legit just don't understand some aspects of what going on and really just wanna know how its made and what its made up of exactly hell I also want to know the fabric his clothes are made out of
That's ok, I just don't have the many years of mentoring advice or trial and error to know what works best like my hunter, so I'll have to do some research after work.
He buys the bolts from the witch hunter store! I don't know how they make em.
Iron was the standard material for bolts was it not? I imagine it just has notches taken out that have been replaced with silver. Silver coating has been a standard addition to most rpg's I've played without any additional drawback beside price, so I always imagined it wasnt that technical. I was imaging a normal cloak of once high quality, with thousands of tiny 'gold needles' exposed and threaded through the underside in a net shape pattern.
@Dark Light what kind of silver is that like is it pure silver (which would make a bad sword) or is it like used with something like iron to give it more rigidity?
Or is it Sterling silver which contains copper mixed with iron which would make it more durable
Iron bolt, with rings of pure silver coating built in.
@Dark Light the second question is that pure gold or laced with copper or iron
Let's say the coat has both. An intricate pattern and weaving of both, with many fine pieces to allow it to flow near normally.
@Blueflame Clays bare feet warned him of the attack from the ground and he followed his momentum forward diving and rolling out of the way. Unfortunate for him he was unaware of the attack from the side and caught a bone right in the upper thigh. He let out a gasp followed by a growl as he dislodged the bloody projectile.
"Fight like a man you coward." he roars, charging him again this time wielding the bone spike as a weapon.
Alright, alright. Clay said shaking off Alex's grip. "I'll take it down stairs just let me get a drink first. Clay was deliberately making the man wait. He casually went to the bar and finished his drink. He further stretched out time by stretching out his arms and cracking his neck. Finally he rolled his shirt up and over his head, handing it to Alex with a smile he began treading down the stairs. "and I promise I won't hurt him too badly" he calls back up just as he notices Ahha in her hiding spot under the table.
Looking to Alex he gestures to his own eyes and then the table Ahha was hiding under. Hopefully she could work out the rest. Eager and excited he finally steps down into the basement.
"I hope you used that extra time to notify your next of kin! He says with a deep growl as his eyes begin to glow with vibrant streaks of orange. A hungry look to his face and he charged at the man before him. He threw just one punch, one large and heavy right hook with all of his momentum behind it.
"But I sleep there" Ky whined in reply to the barkeep in a manner that both stated the obvious and questioned her sense.
Beanstalk seemed to ignore him while another hunter entered the room and thought it their right to boldly address everyone. Another complaint about his work. Kyzler smiled smugly at the bastard as he squeezed the gnomes heart, causing it to spasm and fall still. Could no one here appreciate his crucial work? But he let this digression pass, he had some solid notes and new things to attend to.
Bestiary
Serene's Folly;
'GNOMES' (Mistakenly named so.)
Additional Note: Toxoplasma gondii (Point for research and comparison)
These 'creatures' are in fact not creatures at all. Displaying no signs of a negative reaction to any of the usual or unusual chemicals and materials that afflict the supernatural. Physiology and biology equal to that of a human (with signs of malnutrition). The subjects even had remnants of normal clothes.
This concludes the condition seems to be mental manipulation of once ordinary folk.
Subject displayed no obvious signs of magical curses or hexes. But don't rule it out!
Blood tests showed signs concurrent with infection. Saliva was highly bacterial and contagious, as was the dirt under the nails. (unsure if the dirt made the saliva infectious or vice versa, but these diseased finger lickers seemed to want to share it)
Strengths They are hardy and ignore non crippling injuries. They fight with a fearless...
Additional Note: The supposed hunters of the region aren't to fond of post battle evaluation, one haughty bastard here is unknowingly asking for a punch while dealing with a witches pick pocket antics.
Weaknesses; Don't like their heart removed from their chest...
Meanwhile he was seemingly oblivious to the young girls loud antics as she paraded around causing mischief and mayhem, all to prove a point or simply torment the bar keep. Preoccupied Kyzler ignored the growing ruckus and continued to play with the toys on his bench. That in itself was a feat worthy of note, a true testament to his training and skill to be able to flawlessly conceal the grinding growing hatred seething through his veins like a vile sickness consuming his body entirely with a dark bloodlust rage.
He could have become a great actor if life had laid out a different path for him.
Tinkering away, he kept whistling his non existent song watching closely the suspected witch and anyone who neared his research. Ky ran a finger across the blades of his three silver throwing knives to confirm they were all there. He loaded the compact-one-shot crossbow bound to his wrist. A quick spot check ensured his vile's were in good condition and lastly with nimble fingers he checked the clasp of his cloak. All in order. Once he had his tools in place and there was adequate commotion for cover, Ky sprung his three step attack.
.STEP 1.
The first vile was gently lobbed up into the air, it arced over the heads of the other patrons and was set to crash at the feet of the witch. The second vile was lobbed at the roof with much more force, its trajectory sending it to explode on a rafter and rain down with a wide cloud of his own concoction.
Finely ground wolfsbane with a lavender powder laced with tiny silver sharpenings. It sounded simple and obvious enough but the trick was in the technique. The jar was to be pressurised just right to give the force to explode and spread the powder out. The lavender fine enough to cloud the area and be inhaled, the silver shrapnel sharp but light enough to be widely dispersed and the wolfsbane paste-like so it would stick on all it touched. They were the reasons each single grenade took countless hours and multiple mishaps.
.STEP 2.
With success or failure of step one, step two began as soon as the second vile left his hand. Diving into a roll and repositioning himself away from the first attack Ky takes aim with his wrist mounted crossbow and aims to put a poisoned dart into her leg. He only has one shot so he isn't trying anything fancy. The bolt is silver and the poison is a basic incapacitating agent. It would soon leave a human dizzy and drowsy, as for a witch, Kyzler wasn't sure.
.STEP 3.
He now charges the witch no matter the state she is in. "Witch!" He yells out loudly for all to hear as he moves quick and precise. As he nears her, with a flick of his wrist he flourishes his cloak, spinning it around to throw over the girl. The hidden underside netted with fine gold trimming and wolfsbane lace. Should it hit its mark he will instantly begin tying her up with the same skills used on the now dead gnome.
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