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Message: <blockquote data-quote="8XXX{0}====&gt;" data-source="post: 729388" data-attributes="member: 10677">Sunday, March 3, MV 1622 - ContinuedSt. Blothor’s Day, Serra Accendant, Horthol Waning“Name and business first, sir. Pela willing I’ll trade you some of my warm flat-bread for some conversation. Job’s necessary, but right dull. Serves me right for getting in a scuffle on inspection day.”Durk closed the remaining distance between him and the sentry. He looked up at the guard, his blue eyes smiling with hunger.“Name’s Durk Daggerbreak, and my business is that of exploration and wealth rediscovery. And I’ll tell you my sins from the first to the last for some warm food.”“An adventurer, Mr. Daggerbreak. Dangerous trade you ply,” the guard said as he walked inside the gatehouse, reemerging with a  plate of steaming bread. “Papers, Mr. Daggerbreak? And any news from Waterdale?”Durk took a slice of bread with one hand, and handed over his papers with the other. He ate as he talked.“Mmm, I goot nuws from Watrdaal. ‘Few leddars for the townfulk, mmm, the rivr der is almost fudding, highest ids been in dwendy years, they say.”He finished the bread in four huge bites. “Belltime came and went, and the Midwinter festival was nothing special seeing as everyone was cooped up inside. Are you Fourth Vorn?”“I’m Third Vorn now. Why?”“Jenna sends her affection. She said for me to tell you how much she liked the swim.”Third Vorn blushed.“You’re paper’s seem to be in order. Kingdom laws are enforced here. All weapons visible, drawing them without undo cause is frowned upon. No fighting, no vulgarity, nothing that would upset the peace. You seem like a nice enough person, Mr. Daggerbreak, but the moment you do something not quite legal, my blade will be your new best friend.”“Right enough, Third Vorn. I know the Laws just as well as anyone, and follow them twice as well.”“The Town Hall is on Main Street, just follow this path. There’s no inn here in Marshdale, but the Hall of the Faithful is mighty comfortable. Standard kingdom rates for a night there. Town ‘ll be pretty empty right now. Here the bells? Its Sunday, and most everyone in town is at the Ceremony of the Light. Fine day for it to, the fogs thicker than Moradin’s accen- err… flat-bread soup.”“It’s alright soldier. Never was a pious man. Anyone in town I can talk to about commissioning a weapon?”“John Adder is the local smithy. He’s older than I care to think about, but strong as a raska. But his hands, his hands are like those of a fair maiden. He makes the most beautiful things. I think you’ll like the work he does. What kind of weapon you thinking about?”“Do you know what a Stone Spike is, Vorn?”“No? Some sort of dagger?”“It’s a creature that lives deep in the bowels of the world, an elemental. Made out of the earth itself, all spikes and shards and cold, hard stone. My kin sometimes encounter them in the deepest veins, where they chew on the thick, hard rocks. They don’t mind people much, long as they have something to munch on. Granite’s real good, diamonds are better. But when it runs out of food, they get angry, and they start spinning. Whirl up a storm of sand with the rocks they spin on, and lash out with great stone arms brimming with the shards of a thousand diamonds. Sharp as dragons-teeth, long as your hand.”“And you want Adder to make you one of these?”“No, I want him to make me a spiked chain My ancestors saw the power stone spikes have, and made these weapons to honor them. It is a ring, with two chains attached. Each chain has, on every few links, spikes of iron. It’s damn hard to use, but also damn painful to be hit by. And since each chain is a good six or seven feet, it has a longer reach than all but the biggest great swords. Nasty, eh?”“Sound’s painful, but effective. How long does it take to train to use it?”“Years. Sometimes decades, if the pupil is slow.”“Could you teach me?”“I don’t know if I’m good enough. I could try, though.”“That’s all I would ask. I’ve never in my days heard of a stranger weapon, but something about it appeals to me.”“Good man. I better head into town. My money sack is never full, and right now, its feeling the pinch of Jaccin’s Bane. And I have to pay for my commission, don’t I?”“Everybody’s looking for something, Mr. Daggerbreak.”“Indeed, soldier.”| X--X--X--X--X {-O-} ==============================>To be continued…</blockquote>

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