Shove some extra blades on the end of her tail?
Have some enchanted metal tips on her horns?
Have some enchanted metal tips on her horns?
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So I think it goes without saying that Alph is going to be a spellsinger. He's probably going to be an enchanter. Demund can make their swords, and Alph can put some cool magic in them. It'd be a good partnership, and we could go directions there with the two of them trying to learn the secrets of Rider swords, from both a physical and a magical angle.
So I think it goes without saying that Alph is going to be a spellsinger. He's probably going to be an enchanter. Demund can make their swords, and Alph can put some cool magic in them. It'd be a good partnership, and we could go directions there with the two of them trying to learn the secrets of Rider swords, from both a physical and a magical angle.
@Ceta de Cloyes How do you mean for our characters to learn the Ancient Language and magic? We don't have a mentor like Eragon did, unless you have something planned.
I could say that Alph knows a little from his travels, and picks some more up from deciphering the letters, but that might be kind of a stretch.
Do you have an idea already?
I ask because I mean for Alph to be pretty heavily magic based, probably a very creative spellcaster if I can manage.
I could say that Alph knows a little from his travels, and picks some more up from deciphering the letters, but that might be kind of a stretch.
Do you have an idea already?
I ask because I mean for Alph to be pretty heavily magic based, probably a very creative spellcaster if I can manage.
"If I had known you were bringing your horse," he paused a moment in thought, "Well, I still would have left mine behind. If she doesn't rest she'll probably die out there."
He glanced down at Gale's axe, and patted his own dagger, "I also see you're better armed than me, but I figured if I put even one more chip in that sword Demund would skin me alive and make a new scabbard for it out of my hide. Lead the way, Ga..."
He trailed off with his hand pointing across the bridge from Mashal, his eyes glassed over. Another strange unbidden thought was coming in. He was having trouble making the words out, just as before, but the foreignness of the thought was more prominent than ever.
He took a step across the bridge, as if he were going to take the lead instead, but stopped, and turned back to smile at the others, as if they were the ones holding things up.
"Come on!"
He glanced down at Gale's axe, and patted his own dagger, "I also see you're better armed than me, but I figured if I put even one more chip in that sword Demund would skin me alive and make a new scabbard for it out of my hide. Lead the way, Ga..."
He trailed off with his hand pointing across the bridge from Mashal, his eyes glassed over. Another strange unbidden thought was coming in. He was having trouble making the words out, just as before, but the foreignness of the thought was more prominent than ever.
He took a step across the bridge, as if he were going to take the lead instead, but stopped, and turned back to smile at the others, as if they were the ones holding things up.
"Come on!"
He's still gonna.
Yeah, that got kinda dark.
"The bridge?" Alph was quipping again, "Looking for a troll to kiss?"
As the others started to disperse, Alphonse turned towards home as well, only to stop and stand very still very suddenly.
"RELEASE ME FROM THIS PRISON!"
The feeling was strong, but the words were faint. He couldn't make heads or tails of exactly what that was, and brushed it off as an artist's fancy as he continued on his way. Perhaps it was the beginning of a song he didn't realize he was writing yet.
A sword would do him no good in the woods, so he left it in his room at his grandfather's, and replaced it with a knife. He didn't own a bow, so he grabbed a skin full of Old Alph's Ale to bring with them. If he couldn't help with the hunting, he would have to make them glad of his presence in another way. With those, he went to the bridge in question, strode halfway across it and leaned on the railing as he waited for the others.
As the others started to disperse, Alphonse turned towards home as well, only to stop and stand very still very suddenly.
"RELEASE ME FROM THIS PRISON!"
The feeling was strong, but the words were faint. He couldn't make heads or tails of exactly what that was, and brushed it off as an artist's fancy as he continued on his way. Perhaps it was the beginning of a song he didn't realize he was writing yet.
A sword would do him no good in the woods, so he left it in his room at his grandfather's, and replaced it with a knife. He didn't own a bow, so he grabbed a skin full of Old Alph's Ale to bring with them. If he couldn't help with the hunting, he would have to make them glad of his presence in another way. With those, he went to the bridge in question, strode halfway across it and leaned on the railing as he waited for the others.
They were joined by the smith's son, who doubtless knew more about the weapon he carried than Alphonse did.
”Alphonse you crazy bard have you no respect for craftsmanship? That blade is long overdue for repairs yet you still won't bring it in!”
"Well sadly everyone in the empire is taking their coin to the local smith for their own swords, and leaving very little for a song. If ever I bring myself to one, I have to shoe my wretched old horse before I can have them look at this sorry blade. The sword keeps me safe, but the horse gets me home."
Of course, Gale invited Demund along.
"Why don't you come with us? We're going to try and get the jump on something furry munching on the still-dewy leaves."
"Does Gren have a sister?" he jested.
”Alphonse you crazy bard have you no respect for craftsmanship? That blade is long overdue for repairs yet you still won't bring it in!”
"Well sadly everyone in the empire is taking their coin to the local smith for their own swords, and leaving very little for a song. If ever I bring myself to one, I have to shoe my wretched old horse before I can have them look at this sorry blade. The sword keeps me safe, but the horse gets me home."
Of course, Gale invited Demund along.
"Why don't you come with us? We're going to try and get the jump on something furry munching on the still-dewy leaves."
"Does Gren have a sister?" he jested.
"A logical next step," he said to Onweer at the suggestion that they needed to sort the battle out. He got up as she laid down, but his attention was immediately drawn back to the ATV where Kenny was storming off. He implored them to follow him, but Cecil quietly thought to himself that going back would be just as bad as staying. Possibly worse. It was the very subject they had just decided under the dead tree. Cecil watched him go and went about his task as methodically as he could manage.
"I could drive," he said to Yvette as his looting(there was no other word for it) took him close to the open door of the ATV.
"I could drive," he said to Yvette as his looting(there was no other word for it) took him close to the open door of the ATV.
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