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Post by Vincent on Aug 28, 2014 16:54:30 GMT -6
"I suppose not. I did say you could keep something of your choosing. But, are you sure? That axe is a sibling of that other blade." The old man didn't want to see someone else combust any time soon. "But if you are worthy then you need to wield it for if not your own others safety. Very well."
"Do you think I could take the bow and lance with me?" Vincent had an idea but it came across as getting greedy. The old man gave the boy a firm no. "I don't want to keep them but rather find their proper wielders."
The man gave another moments thought to his proposition. "No, I still can't allow it. But if you ever think someone is worthy you can bring them here."
"I guess that's fair."
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Burt
Fighter
DEAD
Posts: 82
Sacae Fame: -2
Profession: Arum Thrall
OoC Alias: Burtorega
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Post by Burt on Sept 1, 2014 20:52:21 GMT -6
"Very well then", spoke Burt as he touched the Axe. The Fighter had finally decided to go through the vision that Vin had been through before. For a moment his eyes rolled to the back of his head and the lunk of a man simply stood there. After a few moments Burt returned back to normal. A sour expression crossed his face, but he was not on fire, and that was a good thing. Still that was not enough for Burt. The fighter was unable to bring out the full potential of the weapon. That meant that he was incomplete somewhere. Burt wondered if it was in his skill with the axe, but it also could be in his mentality. Burt always though he had mastered the mental element of fighting, but maybe he was wrong. Maybe he needed some improvement in that area as well.
"It seems I am not yet ready", spoke Burt to the man and Vin. The burly Fighter put his new weapon into his axe loop and prepared himself for the road. " I have a lot of training to do", spoke Burt. "Oh when Liror wakes up give him my thanks", spoke Burt as he placed his hand over where the wound use to be. "I own him my life", spoke the fighter as he walked off into the darkness.
[Burt exit thread]
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Post by Vincent on Sept 1, 2014 21:47:29 GMT -6
Vincent watched as Burt submitted himself to the Axe's test and judgement. His eyes rolled back literally becoming solid white. It was a terrifying sight to behold. He just stood there too. Like a dead man. If this was a battle he would surely have become a legendary figure to have died in such a way. But this was just Vincent's imagination running away from him. "He's not combusting so..."
Burt came back to normal all of a sudden. So he passed in the same manner as he did but... he didn't collapse to the ground. He was displeased but not dead. So they really were the same. "I will make sure he knows." Vincent told the giant as he left. In truth he considered asking to go with him but he couldn't bring himself to. He looked to the sleeping Liror and apologized verbally. "Hey, could you thank him for the both of us when he wakes up? I can't stick around right now."
The shop keeper agreed to his request but insisted he stay to do it himself. But alas it was not to be. The boy hurried away out the door and headed north. To Ilia he would go.
[End Thread]
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