Upgrade your account to a Community Supporter account and remove most of the site ads.
Rocket your D&D 5E and Level Up: Advanced 5E games into space! Alpha Star Magazine Is Launching... Right Now!

Reply to thread

Message: <blockquote data-quote="Verbatim" data-source="post: 2792461" data-attributes="member: 15549">The venison sausage was consumed quickly, and although Zeric had eaten enough for two men, the hexblade's stomach still demanded more. However, Zeric knew that if he gave into the demands now, he would pay for it later when the food began to fully digest. Finishing his mug of goat's milk, his third if he recalled correctly, Zeric pulled three silver coins from his pouch and left them on the table to cover his tab. While he knew he had overpaid for his meal, it felt good to be able to have that luxury.~However, I must not allow myself to be too foolish with my coins, or I become little better than the dan..those who have always been able to do so...~Leaving the inn behind, Zeric walked down the streets of Cauldron and watched as the first signs of life blossomed in the city. Merchants were setting out their goods, shops were opening their shutters, and the distinctive sound of a hammer striking iron mixed with the smell of burning coal surrounded him.Gurnezarn's shop was just ahead, and as if that thought had given his feet had a mind of their own Zeric, found himself closing in on the dwarven smith's residence. The twin barn sized doors were thrown open allowing the air to flow freely, and as Zeric looked in he could see the sweat already forming on the dwarven smith's arms and brow. As if sensing someone was there, Gurnezarn raised his head and nodded, although the hammer kept tapping steadily on the metal he was working."Well are ye going ta speak boy, or has these past few days took all the sass out of ye?"Zeric's only response was to step into the room and slide a partially finished blade into the fire to begin reheating the metal."I need a weapon."The dwarf's hammer seemed to pause for the briefest of seconds, then once more resumed it's steady cadence on the slowly forming blade."Ye would think if ye needed a blade, ye would've taken one before ye let the church sell me the rights to what ye all brought back up. The Cudgels said it was fer takin' ye in as me helper, so don't be tryin' ta get sore at me fer yer on actions."Zeric had assumed that Althron had informed the church of what salvage they would be bringing, but he did not think that High Priestess Urikas had such a quick mind for business. Turning the metal over with a pair of tongs, Zeric spoke simply again."A flail, not a sword."Once again Zeric could detect the faint skipping of Gurnezarn's hammer on his project."Ye know as well as I do if the Cudgels see ye with one of those at yer side, it won't help yer image of steppin' out of Hextor's ways."Zeric could not argue the logic of the dwarf's words, nor did he try to. He simply shrugged his shoulders slightly and held his palms open towards the smith."They will think what they wish no matter what I do. I have been trained with the flail since I was strong enough to swing one, and the irony of my using the Black One's chosen instrument in Cuthbert's service is enough for me to withstand the glances it will bring me."Nodding his head slightly, Gurnezarn paused his work and stared out into the city for a few moments."Come back after lunch Zeric and I will see what I can do. Just be sure that the path you are walking doesn't carry you where you truly do not want to go."Zeric gave a partial smile as he patted the dwarf's broad back on his way out of the shop."It already has, yet I must walk it all the same. I will return after lunch."</blockquote>

Verification