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[Prosperan Son]

"Anyone who can sells us some rations for cheap and perhaps someone who can sharpen my sword and that can sell me a spare knife or two." Huron answered, looking over his shoulder to watch her.

[Thugren]

She points to the industrious part of town.

" lets check there first."

Roll

[Prosperan Son]

"Lead the way mlady" Huron smirked with a bow.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 86 (86)

[Thugren]

The market is bustling

Food stalls line both sides and numerous smiths and shops line both sides


Choose what you want to do

[Armoured Priest]

opened bump

[Prosperan Son]

"Let's look through of these smith shops and see what we can find. I'd like to see what they have to offer first and drop off the sword." He decided, moving towards the closest black smith.

[Thugren]

You come forward and a large boat like varghen looks at you.


" aye crudelian..... What ya looking fer.."

[Prosperan Son]

"Nothing in particular. ..." Huron replied distractedly , keeping his eyes open for any blade that caught his eye. Unsheathing his own blade, looked towards the keeper" I don't you could sharpen my blade, yes?"

[Thugren]

The blacksmith looks at you.

" thing looks like you've been chopping wood with it.... "

He takes your blade and motions for you to sit.

" I can sharpen it and re temper it for you... I'm feeling generous so ill do it to preoccupy myself."

He smiles as you notice the forge roar to life.

" I heard that you survived the hunter."

[Prosperan Son]

"well I appreciate your generosity." Huron bowed in thanks, walking further into the forge. He looked from side to side, taking in the heat. He raised his head at being acknowledged

"Just barely. I had to wobble my way out of there." He shrugged before patting his knee where the arrow had gone through the first time.

[Thugren]

The boar begins to hammer away at the steel.


" have you heard the rumors? They say an angel has come to earth.... She's vengeful and filled with fury.."


He pushes the blade into the coals and reaches over to. Rack, pulling a hilt away.

[Prosperan Son]

" I can't say that I have. What more can you tell me?" Huron inquired, wishing to know more. He watched the black smith with interest as he worked upon the blade.

[Thugren]

The smith smiles.

" she arrives in thunderclaps... They say she hunts the demon Jack the Ripper ."

He removes the hilt of your blade and replaces it.

" alot of humans whisper that name now."

[Prosperan Son]

"They sound like quite the interesting set of characters." Huron replied , still observing the entire procedure.

[Thugren]

Above you the sky roils. Lightning lashes across the sky and a fierce wind kicks up.

There is a defeating roar that shatters your ears and a bright flash. As your eyes adjust you see a woman, wearing wolf furs staring at you intently X

[Prosperan Son]

Huron shakes his head a bit, bringing a finger to his ear to check if he was deaf or not. Both ears rang sharply, but he didn't much care. His eyes locked on the woman before him, he locked eyes with her, unsure of what to do.

[Thugren]

the area clears out. but you can see the womans eyes are focused on you.


they bore into you with a white hot intesity, as if she had waited ages for this moment.


she raises her hand and you hear a loud crack and the wall beside your head is blasted apart in a white hot blast

[Prosperan Son]

"Shit!" Huron curses, ducking down as the overhead wall is blasted away. He scrambled for cover, taking note of his surroundings for anything that could be used to defend himself. It shouldn't have been heard, this was a black smith's after all.

The question at the top of his mind though, was why int eh name of the gods above? Was he being blasted at by a woman he hadn't even met yet?!?!

[Thugren]

The woman charges up another blast and raises Ito the air.

" do not hide from me scaled one! It will only hurt more!"

[Prosperan Son]

"First an arrow to me knee from a bloody freak and now being blasted at by a woman I've never met. It's like a cruel joke from above." Huron growled to himself, surging forwards to the next patch of cover.