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It’s too dark for you to see anything. There’s some dimlight due to the trogs and kobolds setting some stuff on fire but there’s nothing within view, not even cover. Act fast, before the enemy noticed you’re team! You could try a stealth check to sneak by unnoticed, or perhaps a plain athletics check to run as fast as you can around an hopefully find it manually. Feel free to try any other check if you feel it’s relevant, however you cannot do another perception Check at this time.
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If you're here either you're wondering what I'm doing cause I need to post in your RP (In which case, calm yo tits, I'll get around to it), or you want to know who I am. So let's begin.
I'm a college age asian kid who has more heart than he has senses. I'm still working out this whole "adulthood" thing, so until then I just do what I feel I must. As far as personality and traits go, I'm not one for boasting. So if there's anything redeeming about myself you'd have to figure it out in person or by word-of-mouth. Generally however I'm rather perverted, in the best and worst ways. nothing is too much until I've crossed the line, and that just means I've started.
As far as Roleplays I like, I have a thing for fantasy, though I'm also good for some types of sci-fi, supernatural, Modern, and slice-of-life. If it's open and sandbox, I'll probably join it. Never really been a romantic, I often chose to sexualize any notion of romantic encounters I come across. I generally write at Casual quality, though I have no issues with Free-Level Rp/Players and I can hold my own in Advance.
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There were no more words. The final battle began.
Longstrider blew into a large horn to signal the kobolds to move. Yorik gave a hearty warcry as he and the other kobolds, equipped with war darts and shields, charged forward. Alongside them was the giant crocodile and your team. Almost immediately the troglodytes targeted the crocodile, firing their ballista bolts right at him. Fortunately the trogs were not familiar with the weapon and most missed, and those that didn’t ended up hitting the wooden armor.
“Don’t get cocky! Dere shots are whiffing cuz we’re still outta range! Shits gunna get intense when we get closah!” Yorik roared. As he shouted the trogs started dividing their shots between the giant crocodile and the kobolds. They got lucky a few times and some of the kobolds were killed by the balistas, but were encouraged to continue onwards. “No turnin back! Dis is a fight get yer home! Fer yer people! And fer yer pride!”
Finally after a little under two grueling minutes of running under cover, the army was about five hundred feet closer. Yorik’s group split off from the giant crocodile to further divide their attention, making a storm towards the gate. The giant crocodile charged forward however, it’s rider shouting something over the chaos. “He says he’s going to get us to the passage!” Pylia translates for you. “But we have to be quick if we don’t want them to notice!”
And finally it was the moment of truth. Three hundred feet closer and you were getting close to the passage. By now the crocodile was within optimal range of the balistas, and it was only due to good luck that the crocodile has only taken minor damage. The kobold shouted something and started moving away. “He’s going to distract the defenders for us, let’s move!”
Longstrider blew into a large horn to signal the kobolds to move. Yorik gave a hearty warcry as he and the other kobolds, equipped with war darts and shields, charged forward. Alongside them was the giant crocodile and your team. Almost immediately the troglodytes targeted the crocodile, firing their ballista bolts right at him. Fortunately the trogs were not familiar with the weapon and most missed, and those that didn’t ended up hitting the wooden armor.
“Don’t get cocky! Dere shots are whiffing cuz we’re still outta range! Shits gunna get intense when we get closah!” Yorik roared. As he shouted the trogs started dividing their shots between the giant crocodile and the kobolds. They got lucky a few times and some of the kobolds were killed by the balistas, but were encouraged to continue onwards. “No turnin back! Dis is a fight get yer home! Fer yer people! And fer yer pride!”
Finally after a little under two grueling minutes of running under cover, the army was about five hundred feet closer. Yorik’s group split off from the giant crocodile to further divide their attention, making a storm towards the gate. The giant crocodile charged forward however, it’s rider shouting something over the chaos. “He says he’s going to get us to the passage!” Pylia translates for you. “But we have to be quick if we don’t want them to notice!”
And finally it was the moment of truth. Three hundred feet closer and you were getting close to the passage. By now the crocodile was within optimal range of the balistas, and it was only due to good luck that the crocodile has only taken minor damage. The kobold shouted something and started moving away. “He’s going to distract the defenders for us, let’s move!”
Your team looked at you confidently. Pylia strapped her shield on, iffy dusted off his axe, and Shortfang loaded his crossbow. “We ready! We fight! We win!” Shortfang cheered courageously. Though his height was about the same as the others, Shortfang’s confidence made him seem bigger than the other kobolds. “I’ve been saving my magic for this very moment. I won’t hesitate to go all out here.” Pylia says as she draws her Warclub, her divine magic radiating from her weapon. Buddy simply opened and closed his hand as if he was testing the articulation, though you also see him suddenly spinning his hand like a drill. That surprised even him. Then he gives you a thumbs up.
With everyone ready Shor nods and points towards one of the giant Crocodiles. “Let’s not waste any time then. Stay with that crocodile over there and stay close. Once you get near that passage, go in and do whatever it takes! The sooner you open those gates the sooner we can get in and help you. One last thing: at any moment in this battle Red Stain might show up. He’s far more formidable than any trog, so don’t face him unless you’re prepared. Stick to the plan and fight together, and he won’t stand a chance. Now go! Show them what you can do!”
The army quickly began to split up into their divisions. Shor himself stayed behind with Longstrider, who seemed to have casted a spell onto two of the crocodiles, one being the one you’re tagging along with. The rest of Shor’s teen seemed to be operating as officers for the kobolds, leading them in their own groups. Yorik walked alongside his band of kobold warriors who would be going out with you and providing the distraction. The giant crocodile gripped a large makeshift shield in his mouth, holding it in such a way that it protested most of his extremely long body except his tail and his feet. He would certainly be the most heavily protected.
Once everyone was in position, they wasted no time charging forward. The final battle for the sewers have begun.
With everyone ready Shor nods and points towards one of the giant Crocodiles. “Let’s not waste any time then. Stay with that crocodile over there and stay close. Once you get near that passage, go in and do whatever it takes! The sooner you open those gates the sooner we can get in and help you. One last thing: at any moment in this battle Red Stain might show up. He’s far more formidable than any trog, so don’t face him unless you’re prepared. Stick to the plan and fight together, and he won’t stand a chance. Now go! Show them what you can do!”
The army quickly began to split up into their divisions. Shor himself stayed behind with Longstrider, who seemed to have casted a spell onto two of the crocodiles, one being the one you’re tagging along with. The rest of Shor’s teen seemed to be operating as officers for the kobolds, leading them in their own groups. Yorik walked alongside his band of kobold warriors who would be going out with you and providing the distraction. The giant crocodile gripped a large makeshift shield in his mouth, holding it in such a way that it protested most of his extremely long body except his tail and his feet. He would certainly be the most heavily protected.
Once everyone was in position, they wasted no time charging forward. The final battle for the sewers have begun.
Almost immediately Pylia put her hand to your mouth to keep your quiet. "You saw nothing! Okay!? Nothing! Let's go!" Pylia's face was bright pink in embarassment as she quickly turned to leave. Shortfang however wasn't about to let her off the hook so easily. "Hey hey! You wanna be teacher for Sewer Dragons? You speak good draconic! You do great! Babies like you and we pay you lots shinies!" Pylia tried to cooly put her armor on but she was getting exasperated by you and Shortfang talking about what you saw. "All I was doing was making some potions, and those brats were distracting me! I couldn't get any work done! Shuddap, let's just go okay!" A bit of humor before the big battle. While it helped put some smiles on the faces of those who saw it, the mood would quickly change once the party set out towards the kobold army.
The mood was somber to say the least. Many of the warriors seem scared, reassured only by chanting something in groups. Some sort of prayer or hymn. Between each group were the huge crocodiles who seemed to be dressed and painted for war, with wooden armor placed in strategic locations to give them extra protection. Longstrider rode on Green Eyes, who was near the front of the pack. Shor and his team was also there. Upon seeing you, they simply nodded, looking very serious for what was about to happen.
Soon the group would arrive to a large corridor. This place looked far too big to belong in a sewers and in the distance, you could hear the sound of waves crashing against the rocks. Shortfang helpfully provided you information about this place. "This Gransys dock. Long ago, Gransys have war boats. This where they come, safe from enemies, fix, get warriors. But after Calamity Dragon come, destroy all boats, duke can't pay for war boats. So he abandon docks, and Kobold use to live here. Underhaven where kobold live, but here, we call Darasthesek, or 'Dragon's Watch'. Cuz this where kobold see Calamity dragon fight war boats." Soon Longstrider herself came up to you on top of Greeneyes to give you the rest of the tale. "The one who betrayed our tribe was the one who protected Dragon's Watch. He said that he saw the dragon's coming, and took everyone at Dragon's Watch to join him. Everyone... Who didn't flee, when the troglodytes arrived. It did not take them very long to take over our other home." There was a hint of bitterness in her voice, but mostly sadness. Regret, almost.
But there was no time to talk about that. About 1000 feet away was the walls of the fortress. They were at least ten feet tall, and on the top of them were giant crossbows, large iron vats with hot coals underneath them, and even troglodytes carrying large stones or barrels. There were at least fifty or so on the walls, but none outside of it. Shor approached to assets the situation. "The strengths of the troglodytes lies in their numbers and their ferocity. But with so few warriors on the defensive, they will fall easily. However we can't underestimate them just yet. They still have those siege weapons, which can do serious damage not only to the kobolds but the crocodiles too. So obviously, charging right at them is not an option. Fortunately that also works in our benefit because they're going to need to rely on their defenses to survive, thus they can't attack us while we're out of their reach. That's going to allow us time to set up our own fortifications."
As he said this, Longstrider looked towards her kobolds. Though scared and honestly not that intimidating as warriors, this is where their true strength revealed themselves. A little over fifty kobolds where wood, stone, and tools quickly got to work. In about ten minutes the kobolds manage to create their own fortification wall, standing five feet tall and fifty feet long, with stone to protect them against weapons and wood to give the kobolds a place to stand and hide behind. They even made a large barrier big enough for the giant crocodiles to hide behind. Shor couldn't help but chuckle. "Hah! Look at that. If you'd gotten fifty men from the surface to make something like this, it'll take the whole afternoon. And we didn't even train em to do that." Longstrider smugly reclined on her seat. "We kobolds are the best builders. As soon as we find a good spot, it'll be our home in no time. But now... Now it is time to take our home back."
Shor nodded in agreement. "Right. Now that we have a fort of our own, we can safely rest here in between skirmishes. Sylvia," Shor and Longstrider turned towards you. "This is where you'll come in. A frontal assault will be too risky. However, our scouts report that there is an opening between the fortresses. A small passage that leads pass the enemy walls. I need you and your team to reach that passage, get to the other side of that wall, and do two things for us: open the gate for our troops to get in, and cause as much chaos for the trogs as possible. In order to make sure they don't know you're coming, we'll send our warriors out as a distraction. They aren't going to attack the walls but those trog's won't know that and focus their attacks on us and the crocs, allowing you to reach that passage unnoticed. Act as fast as you can though, I want to get our warriors over there as soon as possible, so we can help you fight the trogs and clear a path to their leader."
Yorik came over with a small table while Aisha turned a lantern on. Kor took out a map which he placed onto the table under the lantern light while Cera was pouring drinks. Shor showed you where the passage should be, and it was roughly 100 feet away from the troglodyte defensive wall. It was extremely close. "We need you to do this for us Sylvia. So far you've shown us nothing but honor, valor, and strength. And we're going to need all of that if we want to be victorious. Think you can do that? Can you get us victory?"
The mood was somber to say the least. Many of the warriors seem scared, reassured only by chanting something in groups. Some sort of prayer or hymn. Between each group were the huge crocodiles who seemed to be dressed and painted for war, with wooden armor placed in strategic locations to give them extra protection. Longstrider rode on Green Eyes, who was near the front of the pack. Shor and his team was also there. Upon seeing you, they simply nodded, looking very serious for what was about to happen.
Soon the group would arrive to a large corridor. This place looked far too big to belong in a sewers and in the distance, you could hear the sound of waves crashing against the rocks. Shortfang helpfully provided you information about this place. "This Gransys dock. Long ago, Gransys have war boats. This where they come, safe from enemies, fix, get warriors. But after Calamity Dragon come, destroy all boats, duke can't pay for war boats. So he abandon docks, and Kobold use to live here. Underhaven where kobold live, but here, we call Darasthesek, or 'Dragon's Watch'. Cuz this where kobold see Calamity dragon fight war boats." Soon Longstrider herself came up to you on top of Greeneyes to give you the rest of the tale. "The one who betrayed our tribe was the one who protected Dragon's Watch. He said that he saw the dragon's coming, and took everyone at Dragon's Watch to join him. Everyone... Who didn't flee, when the troglodytes arrived. It did not take them very long to take over our other home." There was a hint of bitterness in her voice, but mostly sadness. Regret, almost.
But there was no time to talk about that. About 1000 feet away was the walls of the fortress. They were at least ten feet tall, and on the top of them were giant crossbows, large iron vats with hot coals underneath them, and even troglodytes carrying large stones or barrels. There were at least fifty or so on the walls, but none outside of it. Shor approached to assets the situation. "The strengths of the troglodytes lies in their numbers and their ferocity. But with so few warriors on the defensive, they will fall easily. However we can't underestimate them just yet. They still have those siege weapons, which can do serious damage not only to the kobolds but the crocodiles too. So obviously, charging right at them is not an option. Fortunately that also works in our benefit because they're going to need to rely on their defenses to survive, thus they can't attack us while we're out of their reach. That's going to allow us time to set up our own fortifications."
As he said this, Longstrider looked towards her kobolds. Though scared and honestly not that intimidating as warriors, this is where their true strength revealed themselves. A little over fifty kobolds where wood, stone, and tools quickly got to work. In about ten minutes the kobolds manage to create their own fortification wall, standing five feet tall and fifty feet long, with stone to protect them against weapons and wood to give the kobolds a place to stand and hide behind. They even made a large barrier big enough for the giant crocodiles to hide behind. Shor couldn't help but chuckle. "Hah! Look at that. If you'd gotten fifty men from the surface to make something like this, it'll take the whole afternoon. And we didn't even train em to do that." Longstrider smugly reclined on her seat. "We kobolds are the best builders. As soon as we find a good spot, it'll be our home in no time. But now... Now it is time to take our home back."
Shor nodded in agreement. "Right. Now that we have a fort of our own, we can safely rest here in between skirmishes. Sylvia," Shor and Longstrider turned towards you. "This is where you'll come in. A frontal assault will be too risky. However, our scouts report that there is an opening between the fortresses. A small passage that leads pass the enemy walls. I need you and your team to reach that passage, get to the other side of that wall, and do two things for us: open the gate for our troops to get in, and cause as much chaos for the trogs as possible. In order to make sure they don't know you're coming, we'll send our warriors out as a distraction. They aren't going to attack the walls but those trog's won't know that and focus their attacks on us and the crocs, allowing you to reach that passage unnoticed. Act as fast as you can though, I want to get our warriors over there as soon as possible, so we can help you fight the trogs and clear a path to their leader."
Yorik came over with a small table while Aisha turned a lantern on. Kor took out a map which he placed onto the table under the lantern light while Cera was pouring drinks. Shor showed you where the passage should be, and it was roughly 100 feet away from the troglodyte defensive wall. It was extremely close. "We need you to do this for us Sylvia. So far you've shown us nothing but honor, valor, and strength. And we're going to need all of that if we want to be victorious. Think you can do that? Can you get us victory?"
Buddy and Shortfang were easy enough to find, in fact you found Shortfang talking to Buddy. Seemed like he just bid his mother farewell, as she was going to stay behind with some of the older warriors to defend Underhaven. "Pylia? Saw Pylia in market. She look at potions." Buddy nods to confirm. If you three go over there sure enough you'll find Pylia in the market place, but it didn't seem like she was shopping. No, instead it looked like she was talking to some young kobolds, so small and tiny they barely reached her shin. It looked like she was talking to them and teaching them how to make potions using pictures of plants, a motor and pedestal, and a small fire. They seemed more interested in a human talking to them than her lesson, but Pylia still taught them with a smile. Soon she'd notice the group and tried to scary them with a quiet roar, who all playfully fled as if she was some sort of monster. She composed herself and walked over to you. "H-hello, are you guys ready to go?"
The three of you would eventually return to the armory, and by than it seemed like many of the kobolds warriors left too. Yorik seemed a bit more limber now having a chance to rest up, though his leg was still bandaged up. Everyone else seemed to be fine as they geared up. Aisha pulled up her head and put on a face mask, Yorik donned his helmet, Kor put on a dark cloak, and Cera seemed to be putting things into her sleeve. Shor himself went to put on his armor and grabbed his axe. Once finally geared up he turned towards you. "My team will lead the vanguards to Red Stain's fortress and lay a siege down to cut him off from any further reinforcement and keep his attention on us. Go find your friends and meet us as soon as you can. Longstrider is also going to be on the front lines with us while the other elders stay here to protect the village. Once all of us are together, we'll discuss how we'll tackle that fortress."
The two looked over the item you had. Shor looked at the paper and Aisha the stone. “A water mill? Hah, there is a mill not too far from the city by the river even. This picture isn’t very detailed but I’m sure if we took a day lookin around, we could find this Sewer entrance and with any luck, those cultists too.” Shor said with certainty. He nods towards you with a smile. “As a sharp as a thorn.”
Aisha groaned as she handed you the stone. “I’m afraid I don’t recognize the stone. It’s no gemstone, but I do sense faint, lingering auras of magic. But it’s too weak for me to even discern what spell or magic the stone posses or were affected by. You said you found another like this? If you should show it to me, perhaps I’ll have a better idea what they are, if I can compare them.” You would remember that Pylia took possession of that stone after it was discovered. Shor brushes his hand through his beard and looked towards the entrance.
“I wish we could spend some more time investigating, but it’s almost time to head out. We have those trogs on the run, we can’t lose our momentum now. Sylvia, once this battle is won let’s meet back at Yorik’s shop and figure out this Eysium business together. Bring whatever clues you can. I want to bring peace to the city, for both the citizens on the surface and the kobolds taking care of our sewers. You do too, don’t you?”
Aisha groaned as she handed you the stone. “I’m afraid I don’t recognize the stone. It’s no gemstone, but I do sense faint, lingering auras of magic. But it’s too weak for me to even discern what spell or magic the stone posses or were affected by. You said you found another like this? If you should show it to me, perhaps I’ll have a better idea what they are, if I can compare them.” You would remember that Pylia took possession of that stone after it was discovered. Shor brushes his hand through his beard and looked towards the entrance.
“I wish we could spend some more time investigating, but it’s almost time to head out. We have those trogs on the run, we can’t lose our momentum now. Sylvia, once this battle is won let’s meet back at Yorik’s shop and figure out this Eysium business together. Bring whatever clues you can. I want to bring peace to the city, for both the citizens on the surface and the kobolds taking care of our sewers. You do too, don’t you?”
Well done!
It’s gruesome as Shor and Aisha remove the clothing from the man to check the entire body. Perhaps you advert your eyes or perhaps you’re looking for clues, but you do find something hidden in a secret pocket on the robes. Inside this pocket is something you’ve seen before: a red and veiny stone. You’d remember that you found a stone similar to this one on the Trog who was eaten by the ooze cube. Wrapped around this stone is a thin sheet of paper that shows what looks like a waterwheel and then an arrow pointing to the space below it, but it otherwise doesn’t show it say anything else.
If you want you can roll one more time either investigation or medicine to see if there’s any other clues you can find.
It’s gruesome as Shor and Aisha remove the clothing from the man to check the entire body. Perhaps you advert your eyes or perhaps you’re looking for clues, but you do find something hidden in a secret pocket on the robes. Inside this pocket is something you’ve seen before: a red and veiny stone. You’d remember that you found a stone similar to this one on the Trog who was eaten by the ooze cube. Wrapped around this stone is a thin sheet of paper that shows what looks like a waterwheel and then an arrow pointing to the space below it, but it otherwise doesn’t show it say anything else.
If you want you can roll one more time either investigation or medicine to see if there’s any other clues you can find.
“Uuuugh, ya killing me Syl!” Yorik groaned as you left the tent. Eventually you’d be brought towards the Chief’s House again, however this time you were taken off towards the side to a small cellar door by the guards. They escort you, Shor, and Aisha down. It was very cold down here and you could easily see your breath as Shor lit up a lantern to illuminate the dark. It was a short walk before the group would reach a table where the body was at, covered with a large cloth. Aisha took the cloth off to reveal the body.
Humanoid, male, and without the mask he looked fairly old. He had a graying bread and seemed to be balding. His face was marked with welts and cuts though it’s possible those were inflicted when he was doin it afterwards. Shor looked at the mask, testing the material. “It’s just a wooden mask painted black. Looks like a dragon’s head. Rough too, not laminated, can’t imagine anyone but a fanatic would wear something this uncomfortable.”
Further autopsy on the body would show that he was mauled to death by claws, likely from the troglodytes. They ripped into his back and broke his spine, but surprisingly enough they didn’t bother eating him immediately. That being said this man had no other marks showing who he is or who he affiliated with. No tattoos, not ritual scarring, just body hair and dead meat. His robes were made of hemp and seemed to be colored from some sort of charcoal dye. Aisha recognizes it as a very cheap way to preserve one’s clothing from insects and weathering, so the robes might’ve either been mass produced or something he already owns.
“Hmm. Not really getting much from this fellow, though he might be a criminal. Aisha do you have any warrants with you we can check?” Aisha took out a book on her hip, flipping through it as she looked over this man’a Face. “Give me a moment...”
Humanoid, male, and without the mask he looked fairly old. He had a graying bread and seemed to be balding. His face was marked with welts and cuts though it’s possible those were inflicted when he was doin it afterwards. Shor looked at the mask, testing the material. “It’s just a wooden mask painted black. Looks like a dragon’s head. Rough too, not laminated, can’t imagine anyone but a fanatic would wear something this uncomfortable.”
Further autopsy on the body would show that he was mauled to death by claws, likely from the troglodytes. They ripped into his back and broke his spine, but surprisingly enough they didn’t bother eating him immediately. That being said this man had no other marks showing who he is or who he affiliated with. No tattoos, not ritual scarring, just body hair and dead meat. His robes were made of hemp and seemed to be colored from some sort of charcoal dye. Aisha recognizes it as a very cheap way to preserve one’s clothing from insects and weathering, so the robes might’ve either been mass produced or something he already owns.
“Hmm. Not really getting much from this fellow, though he might be a criminal. Aisha do you have any warrants with you we can check?” Aisha took out a book on her hip, flipping through it as she looked over this man’a Face. “Give me a moment...”
The sword, while somewhat weighty, wasn’t nearly as heavy as you’d imagined if you had to guess it was at most six pounds. Still it was unfamiliar to you as the party gathered around the blade. Everyone looked at the blade closely. “What do you see?” Shor asks his team.
Yorik was the first to speak as he touched the edge of the blade with his leather glove. With just a small slide, he was able to cut the tip of his leather fingertip open though he was careful not to cut himself. “Razor sharp. Dis ain’t mass produced, someone made this one special.”
Cera spoke next as she seemed to be looking at the very tip of the blade, gripping it in her hand. “It’s a virgin blade. Never used before. Someone made this very recently and it’s brand new.” Cera seemed to notice something at the base of the blade and took out her note book to write something down.
Finally Aisha seemed to be focusing on the hilt with the jewel on it. “Ruby of the warmage. A very expensive, very useful magic item. It allows a spell caster to use the weapon this stone is attached to as a catalyst. Whoever made this sword was not just a swordsmith but an enchanter as well. Or at least had an friend who can make magic items.”
Finally Shor himself held the blade in his hand, giving it a few swings in the air before handing it back to you. “This is southron steel. It’s very light despite it’s mass, trademark of Southron Steel. And there’s only one place where you can get that here in Gransys. Traders from the Apotheate.” Shor ran his hand through his beard before sighing. “Sorry if that doesn’t make sense to you. Basically if this sword came from Elysium, they really very well connected. It’s a very well made sword, with a magic gem, made of very good steel. And somehow in the hands of a troglodyte. But all things things can help us track down those cultist once we start looking around. Much obliged, Thorne.”
Shor started walking back out the tent. Yorik was about to leave but Cera stopped him due to his injuries. Aisha beckons you to follow her. “Let’s go see that dead body. With any luck maybe the body can also lead us to a clue to where these cultists operate and further prove to the kobolds that thy shouldn’t work with Elysium.”
Yorik was the first to speak as he touched the edge of the blade with his leather glove. With just a small slide, he was able to cut the tip of his leather fingertip open though he was careful not to cut himself. “Razor sharp. Dis ain’t mass produced, someone made this one special.”
Cera spoke next as she seemed to be looking at the very tip of the blade, gripping it in her hand. “It’s a virgin blade. Never used before. Someone made this very recently and it’s brand new.” Cera seemed to notice something at the base of the blade and took out her note book to write something down.
Finally Aisha seemed to be focusing on the hilt with the jewel on it. “Ruby of the warmage. A very expensive, very useful magic item. It allows a spell caster to use the weapon this stone is attached to as a catalyst. Whoever made this sword was not just a swordsmith but an enchanter as well. Or at least had an friend who can make magic items.”
Finally Shor himself held the blade in his hand, giving it a few swings in the air before handing it back to you. “This is southron steel. It’s very light despite it’s mass, trademark of Southron Steel. And there’s only one place where you can get that here in Gransys. Traders from the Apotheate.” Shor ran his hand through his beard before sighing. “Sorry if that doesn’t make sense to you. Basically if this sword came from Elysium, they really very well connected. It’s a very well made sword, with a magic gem, made of very good steel. And somehow in the hands of a troglodyte. But all things things can help us track down those cultist once we start looking around. Much obliged, Thorne.”
Shor started walking back out the tent. Yorik was about to leave but Cera stopped him due to his injuries. Aisha beckons you to follow her. “Let’s go see that dead body. With any luck maybe the body can also lead us to a clue to where these cultists operate and further prove to the kobolds that thy shouldn’t work with Elysium.”
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