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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Cthulhu's Librarian" data-source="post: 980366" data-attributes="member: 11064">Re: Adventurers AnswerAfter taking a few steps, Finn realized that the sword was far to big to be hanging from his belt. "Well, isn't this just grand. I get to be the leader, get to carry the biggest sword, and not only have I never been trained for war, the closest I've come to using a blade this size is cutting my dinner with a knife. And now, this thing is going to trip me if I can't figure a way to keep it from dragging on the ground or slipping between my feet. Boy, I could use a drink..." As the words left his mouth, Finn realized that it had been almost 2 days since he had last had a drink of anything other than water. 2 days. That had to be a record. He had been drinking for almost 4 years now, between the streets, then the monastary, and then back to the streets again. No, he wasn't going to fall back on wine again. He removed his pack and dug around for the waterskin that he had stashed inside yesterday. As he drank the cool water, he realized that not only had he not had any alcohol, he had also not had any headaches. That was good. If he was to be anyones leader, it would be good to not have his head pounding when it came time to make a decision that could mean life or death for him or his companions. He turned back to the door and called out to the dwarf. "Hey Drakhar, can you come give me a hand? I've never exactly used one of these blades before, and I figure if I'm to learn, I first need to figure out how to wear it without falling flat on my face." Under his breath he added "I can do well enough at that without being tripped by my own sword..."Drakar came out carrying his new axes, and looked at Finn. The cleric looked pitiful standing there, holding the big two-handed sword as if he had no idea what to do with it. Beat-up breastplate, torn clothes sewn together in far too many places, shield in bad need of some repair, and mace beginning to tarnish. And that wasn't even counting his wet hair hanging dark around his face and that pitiful excuse for a beard that had been growing since they had last been in a town. "So you get to be our leader. If thats your calling, you're going to need to do alot to spruce up your image, boy, or someone else is going to kick you back to the bottom of the heap. And either grown your damn beard like you mean it, or shave it. Now what do you need?"Finn looked at Drakar. He supposed that the dwarfs words could be taken as a complement, that he would follow until Finn either proved his worth, or proved just how wrong the rhyme was. "Um, I need a hand getting this sword to hang straight. I figured that you might be able to help me, simce you probably have more experience with weapons than any of us. Especially me." He looked down at the ground. " After that, I'll go see what i can do about my beard." He gave a half smile, and held the sword and belt out to the dwarf. Drakar took the belt and made several adjustments to it. "Well, you see, this here needs to be tighter, so as to fit you. Looks like the previous owner was quite a bit larger than you are. And this strap, this'll keep the sword from swinging around and hitting you in the arse. Now there should be one more here thats missing." He looked around, and spotted Finns pack. "Ah, here, this'll do." He pulled out a dagger, and before Finn could protest, he had cut one of the straps from the pack and was attaching it to the swords scabbord, then to the belt. "Here, put it on now." Finn took the belt, and buckled it. Better, but not great."No, no. Suck your gut in, then tighten it! Humans, I swear, they can't wear a blade unless shown every detail..." Finn sucked in, pulled on the belt, and buckled it. A minor adjustment, and it was hanging much better. The balance was awkward, but not terrible. He'd just have to get used to the weight. "Great. Hey, thanks. Now you'll just have to teach me how to swing it and not hurt myself." He picked up his pack, and looked at where the strap had been. It was nothing a bit of rope and hide couldn't fix temporarily, but it certainly wouldn't help his image any. He really must look a wreck. "Drakar, would you mind getting Rix and the rest together? I'm going to go clean up a bit and see if I can figure out what we do next."</blockquote>

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