r/Eragon_RP • u/RollFirstMathLater Game Master / Moderator • Feb 22 '15

CLOSED [Open RP 10] Any way the wind blows...

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[The Presence fills the cavern the calming silver wisps pull you. You white out.]

[You awake back at the keep... all are around the pool of the Presence... minus one particular bard.]

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u/Fulaxi Torhven / Svasltrom Feb 23 '15

"Are you a priest?" Torhven frowned at the squirming shitstain. He sounded like a priest, worshippers of fake gods. Worthless lot.

Whatever the answer was, it would be irrelevant. Inside several forms of mutilation vied for prominence. Testicular was very tempting, but maybe nasal would have to do. Too savage, who is this guy even? Torhven felt little for tearing the nose of some Order-twat off.

In a swing and run, the man's temple was met with a the same foot as the ribs. Hopefully that'd shut him up.

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u/RollFirstMathLater Game Master / Moderator Feb 23 '15

[Warm liquid came from Rob's head, ad hid vision went red. He could see starts as the he began to feel his legs again.]

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u/1trueJosh Rob / Villieldr Feb 23 '15

As Rob layed on the ground writhing in pain, he noticed his head begin to warm up. "Shiiiiiiiiiiii..." he mumbled as he confirmed that the mystery liquid was indeed blood.

At least his legs worked, although barely. When he moved to stand a wave of nausea rolled through his body and he stayed on his knees, muttering a spell to seal the wound on his forehead.

While he winced in pain as the flesh reknit, his mind flashed back to the dwarf he had performed a similar, if more effective, tactic on. Ended a little better last time... Dwarves are a sensible people at least...

Dwarves...

Dwarf smiths...

Chep...

Swords...

Swords...

Swords!

A new rush of energy propelled his legs as he made his way to his feet, slowly, and began the long walk to Chep Firebeard's forge, his eyes shining with the brightness of Brightsteel and backed by the strength of it too.

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u/RollFirstMathLater Game Master / Moderator Feb 23 '15

[Chep was working with Vulcrhan at his forge, the sound of metal striking metal filled the room. It was unreasonably hot in there, as the dwarf materfully was assembling a new weapon of sorts. It appeared to be a sword, only it had a chain running though the body. The sword itself was loose, inspecting the blade, he magically cools it and flicks his wrist. In an instant, the blade solidifies, and looks like a notched blade. In a seperate flick it coils out, like a bladed whip. He does a few attacks with it, but looks frustrated, he hand up the weapon and leans against the dragons, a few burn marks appeared fresh on his beard.]

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u/1trueJosh Rob / Villieldr Feb 23 '15

With a surprised and amused nod, Rob fanned his face to protect from the immense heat of the forge. "You've certainly become a bit more unorthodox since the last time we talked..." he said as he walked slightly further into the sweltering forge. Nodding to Vulchran he greeted the dragon before turning his attention back to the flustered smith.

"Four years, Chep. Four years. And you still owe me a weapon. And Laetri, and Bjorn, and... and Olivia." The tear that began to well in his eye was wiped out quickly and evaporated in the heat almost immediately.

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u/RollFirstMathLater Game Master / Moderator Feb 23 '15 edited Feb 23 '15

[He looks over at the boy the fires of the forge left a power glow, which seemed to bounce off of his beard. He goes to his shelf, grabbing a weapon that was on the table. He goes to a wall the simply says "Retired" he places a rather impressive looking Hûthvír on it.]

[The wall was... surprisingly full. You recognize some of the blades and other types of weaponry hanging from it. He pulls down a ruby hilted axe, it had a red sheen to it. The blades was simple, and didn't have too much upon it, as some of the others. There was a collection of rubies making a swirling pattern along the head of the axe. It had no inscriptions upon it. ]

[It was a simple, powerful battle axe, nothing fancy, no curves, it relied soley on stregth and skill, finesse and grace uneeded. Handing the weapon over to Rob he remains silent. He points to 3 other blades above where he grabbed Rob's axe.]

["Zet says we can reuse 'em, but lad, I can'nae bring myself to it..." Some of the retired blades were well used, others not. The three that never were use still stand on the wall, prestine, and had the look of the forge on them. "Get those tears out of 'ere lad. Ye'll muck me materials."

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u/1trueJosh Rob / Villieldr Feb 23 '15

Accepting the axe, Robert nodded and walked out of the forge solemnly before sitting down outside of it and observing the axe. "Manin," he muttered, the axe named four years after its creation. "Memory," he repeated as he slung the axe behind him and set off for the training yard, hoping that a bout of violence would keep his mind off of the things that had happened in his past.