[IC] The Narrow Path

[Skinner35]

"Honestly, I don't know. This world is different from where I'm from. The way that relationships is different here." He says, picking up a telescope. "Everything is different here honestly. Still getting used to a lot of it. But yea, I guess you could say that there's something. At least there is on my side."

[Gardevoiran]

"... I dunno much about girls, but maybe she's seein' somethin' in ye that she doesn't see in other people. That's how I'm intepretin' it, anyhow." Stride comments as he picks up a sword off the wall, feeling its weight before shaking his head and putting it back on the wall. "What's it take to get a decent blacksmith? Y'know what, don't answer that."

[Skinner35]

"Well, Jen is an amazing blacksmith." He says, thinking about his first comment while looking at a war hammer. "She's a Phoenix. She's sworn to some other guy, a prince or something. But from what I can tell, she's for him."

[Gardevoiran]

"I heard through connections she learned from the best of Hell. How true is that statement, mister Toby?" Stride grabs a few empty spell tomes as he makes his way towards the front desk, preparing to purchase them in pursuits of enchanting them to cast specific spells. He also grabs a few trinkets on his way out, just in case he wanted something new to wear or use.

[Skinner35]

"Yes. It is. We were in Hell together for some time. How she got there, or how she got out is not my knowledge." He said, picking up the war hammer. Walking to the desk, behind Stride.

[Gardevoiran]

Stride finishes his purchase as he looks at your warhammer, giving it an odd look. He turns to the lady behind the counter and begins to talk. "Ma'am, this Warhammer is scratched."

"It's only a tiny scratch on the end, it'll be okay."

"I'm not talkin' about how it'll be 'okay', I'm takin' 'bout the value of it. You're sellin' this thing fer... how much?"

"About three-hundred silver."

"Three-hundred silver? For a scratched up warhammer?"

"Y-yes...?"

"My friend 'ere is of the highest class in the neighborin' town, and he has lawyers. And those lawyers have lawyers. If this man dies in my presence, I will personally see it fit that this establishment gets bankrupt because you sold my man a less-than-amicable warhammer."

"B-but it's only a scratch!"

"A scratch on the surface, maybe, but that must've meant it was mishandled, which can lead to wear-and-tear on the handle. That's a potential injury and settlement waitin' to happen, unless you sell it for a more appropriate price instead of the three-hundred silver you're supposing we can just drop here."

"I-I guess you're right. H-how much do you want for it?"

"Two-hundred twenty-five."

"Yessir."

Stride looks over to you as he waits for you to hand the nice lady the cash she requires.

[Skinner35]

As he hands her the money, he shoots a look at Stride, giving the woman the full three hundred. "That was unnecessary. Don't cheat people out of their money." He says as he picks up the hammer and begins to walk out. "Is that blacksmith done with my arm?"

[Gardevoiran]

The lady gives an annoyed look at Stride as you walk outside the shop, Stride carrying his things along with him after leaving a tip. Whether he did it out of guilt or to be a sarcastic asshole, it's uncertain. It was a pretty good tip, nonetheless.

"He'll be done with it soon, just hold on fer a bit," He says as he begins scrawling in one of the tomes. "Oi, gimme a spell idea."

[Skinner35]

"Spell idea... Uhhhh... How about something like a flamethrower?" He says, a little too excitedly. He may be a pyromaniac...

[Gardevoiran]

"... really?" Stride bluntly says as he closes the tome. "Of all the damn spells I could use, you say something like a fuckin'... what the hell even is a flamethrower?" Judging from Stride's voice, you can clearly tell he has no idea what a flamethrower even is.

[Skinner35]

"What? How do you no- never mind. It's pretty much a continuous stream of fire." He said, disappointed that this world doesn't have flamethrowers. He didn't even want to think about the other things that they were missing out on.

[Gardevoiran]

"... so just a basic fire spell? I'm disappointed," Stride says as he reaches into his knapsack and pulls out a small red book, no bigger than the palm of your hand. "That's what you're talkin' about, and it works. Now gimme something harder."

[Skinner35]

"Harder? Fine. Make a tome that can seal anything inside of it, and I mean anything. From a goblin to a dragon." He says, putting the small book in his pocket. He was thinking of all of the things that he could do with a sealing spell.

[Gardevoiran]

"... you mean like a bag of holding? Just a book?" Stride's face was unamused as he pulled out a small bag from his bigger bag. "Oi, Toby, think of somethin' good. Hell, think of something silly, I can make it work. Just make it unique."

[Skinner35]

"Well then..." He said, trying to think of something that may be rare or even impossible. "Hm. How about something that bends time? Or even something that can allow my to mold metals into whatever I need?" He said, thinking practically.

[Gardevoiran]

"Transmutation? Not the prettiest, but it's definitely somethin' unique. I'll make somethin' for ya soon." Stride snaps towards you with confirmation as he begins to write in his book.

"I think I'll be headin' back to the house, now, see if I can't introduce myself to your allies. Grodlar should be done with 'yer hand, if you wanna go get that."

(Sorry bro robotics was really long this weekend. Meant to post on Saturday but got real sleepy.)

[Skinner35]

"Sweet. I'll retrieve the arm and head back." He said to Stride as he walks over to the Blacksmith. "Uh... Grodlar? Done with my arm?" He says, hoping that he didn't change too much.

[Gardevoiran]

Once you're back, you see Grodlar holding your arm, polished and refitted with new tech on it. "Hello thar! I finished 'yer arm off!" The short dwarf hands you the weapon only for you to notice that there are two small hinges on the ends of your index and middle finger. "You got a double barrel at the end of your fingertips! Safety lever is at the end of the arm, right... here." Grodlar pokes the safety switch as your arm's nerves reconnect, a sudden surge of pain ramming into your brain before it completely leaves your head.

[Skinner35]

"Wait, Like a sho-AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-tgun?" He said, through the surge of pain. "What other changes did you make? You didn't touch my blade... Right?" He asks hesitantly, he didn't want his work to disappear.

[Gardevoiran]

"I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't. I buffed it, polished it, inscribed it wit' yer name. Cosmetics," Grodlar stands with his hands on his hips as he revels in his handiwork. "It's like a shotgun, ye, but it's got a good kick as well. Might be good for elbowin' people, eh?"