The Irish Tree

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Well. Steppe Archer wanted to kill him. A vein was visibly bulging on Steppe Archer's forehead, and through grit teeth she was about to return fire on this pig-smelling metal-polishing badger-eyed beanpole-masquerading-as-a-man-in-pants double burlap'd looking shinier-poop-than-thou looking ass of a storekeep, the thing that just about anyone ever coming in here could have wanted to happen happened. A big 'ol punch straight to his gut.

"I like him!" the archer said, clearly meaning the blacksmith which, despite having DECKED HIS SON, had infinitely more manners than the boy did. And more muscles.

With their lizard companion working on warming the room up with casual conversation and a discussion of goods, the archer would slowly take the sheathed sword off of her back and gently lay it on the countertop. "We also found this, Mr. Blacksmith." The sword wasn't a masterpiece or anything, but it was clear that the steel was of good quality, and the usage was light enough that the smith could resell it real easy.

"Hrm...fine blade. Why get rid of it? Can see the rust on your hilt from here, the blacksmith asked, to which the archer raised her arms and said: "My arms are a little too short. And it'd be a pain to have a sword that big with me when I use a bow a lot."

Looking the blade over in addition to the scrap offered, the blacksmith seemed to be running numbers in his head. "Going'ta hafta sharpen the rust off of these, but all together they might have some use. I'll give ya-"

"You aren't SERIOUSLY buying their scraps, are you pops!?" The shopkeep asked, having regained enough breath to go from wheezing to panting, supported by one arm on the counter.

"I'm a blacksmith, ya bleeding fool! We make do, and do it with whatever comes our way. 'Sides, steel like this is just fine for novices. Doesn't take more than a good WHACK to get a rat from the sewers," The smith explained to his son, emphasizing by slamming his fist so hard for the "whack" on the counter that his son's arm slipped, causing him to plant his cheek onto the counter.

"This much for the rusted bits, and this sword...this much," the smith said, detailing the currency they'd gain that the person writing this is too stupid to denominate because medieval currency conversion rates were a bitch and a half. But from what anyone could tell the price was fair...maybe even moreso.

"You lot look like you could use a place to spend that coin. Armor, weapons, repairs, come to me for any of that. That is, if me lout of a boy hasn't soured this store. Again."

"He almost did. Buuut, that was a pretty good punch. And I like your beard. You both okay with the offer?" The archer turned to her companions to see how they felt. It was certainly a good offer as far as anyone could tell, but none of them really had experience with mercantilism. For all anyone knew they were getting lowballed and about to walk out having less money than they could have. This was why scrolls of identify were nice.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

"Smith sounds like a good idea. A general store merchant would probably just turn us away," the nomadic girl would say, crossing her arms. It seemed she'd gotten turned down from selling junk to a general store merchant before, judging by the level of "humph" to her expression. That didn't really matter though, given that they had to sell the goods and a smith was better anyways, since they could use scrap as opposed to a general merchant having to weigh if anybody is going to buy the random crap an adventurer thrusts onto them. After all, who was in the market for slime droppings?

Palisade town wasn't exactly large, so finding the only smithy banging away at his anvil. That and the smoke. While they approached the smith, the girl couldn't help but wonder if she could maybe get her weapon fixed up some. It had seen better days for sure, but she hadn't exactly abused the curved sword. It could probably be fixed up...probably. She just hoped the fair hand of copper she had from their previous two jobs could cover it.

"Excuse me, we have some tools and weapons we found on our last adventure. Would you be willing to buy them? They're not in the best of shape most of them, but I bet they could make for useful metal," the archer explained, hoping she could be heard over the metal clangs.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

It was a shame that her suggestion wouldn't work out, but the archer felt that she'd be a bad person if she didn't at least try and suggest a peaceful alternative. Though, yeah, if someone wanted her tribe's land, she'd fight back too. There was only so much one could do, after all, and letting one's family die was never an option. She'd do the same in his position, she assumed.

At the actual listing of everything that went into learning the entirety of a new sword's benefits, the girl's usual smile gradually got replaced with a pout. "Nnn...That's way too much. I'm fine with my curvy sword, better for fighting mounted anyways," she said, stowing the sword and putting it on her back. "Besides the arrows, I don't think I'm gonna keep anything of what they have. My gear was worn down, sure, but its still in better shape," The archer said, proudly patting the knife on her hip. "And, no sewers. No," the archer said, making an X with her arms while shaking her head. "I've seen what's down there, and it is NOT pretty. Let's go see that blacksmith though," the nomad said, her feet already finding their way back to town. She hoped they'd find work today after this, but wasn't counting on it. At least they had a decent amount of coinage now though.

For porcelain ranks, at least.

Guild of Renta-Experts [[CANCELLED]]

While she managed to keep up until the angry housewives, Alice quickly found herself belted by rolling pins, insulted for letting that "mangy mutt" run around, and more than once felt like she'd have to leave town for this. After all, even IF they were getting paid enough to cover the meats, there was no way they could keep Ms. Elmwood from hearing about this. She'd be lucky if they managed to get paid and skipped town but...all this for one dog!? Alice grit her teeth, bearing the pain of enraged housewives before suddenly pulling her extra special bone from her pack, and throwing it at Francoise's feet before he could bolt again. It was a succulent, premium, grand looking bone, the likes of which a fine hound like Francoise could tell was the kind that only top dogs had.

Alice was on the verge of tears, but...she had to prove to this newbie she had adventuring chops! Regardless, Alice would get to explaining that she'd handle washing all of the ruined laundry herself if they'd: "STOP HITTING ME!"

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Well, this pow-wow was going well! Everyone was giving details about why they became adventurers, and it seemed like everything was hunky-dory between them. "Y'know, it sounds like your tribe is a lot like how the steppe is. Lotta small tribes that disagree or fight. Though, my home's not as big on wiping other tribes out. Instead, we have a competition to see who leads for a few years," the archer said, thinking that maybe that might be of some use for their Lizard friend to consider. Naturally, she knew nothing of the other tribes that Big Red was speaking of, but she felt like a system like that makes a physically minded group content, since, really, friendly competition means that there's no dispute over a winner.

Stretching her arms to the sky and straightening her back, Steppe Archer beamed, finishing her stretches before turning to look at her companions. "Wanna go see about that sword and some more quests? I'd like to keep it, but I'd need to practice to be any good with a straight sword." Today she hoped would be better than yesterday, far from goblins and the thoughts of how if they were less prepared, the red-haired girl's fate could have been her's.

Guild of Renta-Experts [[CANCELLED]]

There was a very, very long pause as Alice processed many things. First was that Francoise was suddenly an energetic normal dog. Second was that Francoise was a normal dog and liked rolling in mud, barking, and being a generally agreeable dog. Which was great! EXCEPT FOR THE PART WHERE HIS OWNER WAS A TYRANT AND NOW THEY HAD TO WASH HIM!

Shaking in her boots as she watched him go, Alice turned to Brandy as she ran off, before dropping to all fours and dashing after. "If we don't have him clean before we get back, Ms. Elmwood is going to tan our hide! And maybe not even pay us!" she said, ears drooping as she ran her 50% canine self after the 100% canine, avoiding mud because...gross. Alice wasn't as fast as Brandy was, but she was able to keep the dog in her sights as they followed its tracks along. "Francoise, you are being a very bad dog!" she said, using the forbidden term among canines to try and stop him.

Guild of Renta-Experts [[CANCELLED]]

Once they had the pooch, Alice relaxed a little, but still remained vigilant in how she basically kept herself between the dog and any potential...anything, really. "The village sounds good. The quest did say that we shouldn't let Francoise eat anything or be touched by anyone, so just make sure that nobody tries to...do anything to him, basically. Here's where adventurers are made or broken Brandy! After all, if we can't look after one precious wittle doggy, we can't rise up the ranks in GORE!" The werewolf girl looked excited, tail swishing to and fro as they took started their walk. ...Brandy might have the sneaking suspicion that she liked going for walkies herself, being a werewolf and all.

"Oh yeah, probably goes without saying, but I think Ms. Elmwood wouldn't like us touching Francoise either. Picking him up is a last resort in case of danger. And don't feed him anything. And also tell any kid that comes by that he bites. And also..." Alice seemed very persnickety, but that might also be because she didn't want to deal with Elmwood chewing them out and making them bathe a poodle for an entire evening. Either way, they had a job to do, a pittance of pay to earn, and the smuggest dog in the world to guard. Hop to it!

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

The druid girl's question left Steppe Archer thinking for a moment. "...Before I came here, I was actually looking into mercenary work. Like, army work. I always figured I'd be pretty good at it, since I can shoot a bow as good as any man in my tribe...but I guess some laws or something else meant that I couldn't. Adventuring was my second option," the nomad girl said, getting that off her chest, a small smile on her lips as she observed the fire.

"...Adventuring hurts a lot more than I thought it would. Seeing people get ruined...like that girl and her friends, nothing ever happened like that back home." The girl's posture shifted, pulling her warmed up knees to her chest as she wrapped her hands around to keep them close to her heart. "I like it now. Mainly because...well, you're both really fun to be around!" As she spoke more and more, the druid girl could feel as if the warmth of the nomad girl was competing with the fire, as her trademark winning smile emerged once again. "I'll adventure so long as I have a party like you guys."

Now that Big Red was at their side once more, the archer would stand up, grabbing her now dry small clothes and putting them on, boldly pointing to the sky and saying: "From now on, I'm an adventurer for real! Oh yeah, before I get all pumped up...how're you both liking adventuring?"

(Finals are done, and the Tree is Free!)

MAGILOCK=DRAGOKEY [Magical Girl Harem Thing]

Huh. Wasn't expecting this to resurrect. Well if its still ongoing, I'm still onboard.

Guild of Renta-Experts [[CANCELLED]]

Alice kept her smile throughout the barrage of the old lady's instructions and sweetly replied with: "We understand Ma'am. Francoise will come back without incident, even if I have to throw myself in harm's way. Though, if you don't want to use a leash, a harness might work better since it will only hold onto his chest. Just a thought for the future-" she said before cutting herself short, eyes narrowing as she sniffed once, smelling the mouse that was approaching. "Brandy! Don't play with mice!" she said, before very sternly staring down the field mouse, arms crossed. She needed to at least set the example that they could handle a small animal like a mouse...and a much larger animal like Brandy. Setting her eyes in an intense gaze, she would stare down the field mouse, raising her tail behind her.

"Don't you worry Ma'am, I'll protect Francoise from anything! Even things more threatening than that mouse. Like children. Or...children-sized mice."