"Spring is so beautiful, right, Hatamoto-dono?" a retainer asked as the trio neared the wooden gates of the Mitsumine clan. It has been three moons since they departed from the Boar Clan. For some, the head of the clan actually planned it out. Sending the heir during a blistering winter was all too convenient for an accidental death. However, with no evidence, comes no case. The party contained six people, but as of present, only three remain. Enduring freezing winds, and biting frosts, it was still a miracle that the rumored 'weak' heir was alive. The heir, Kitsune Hatamoto, had already expected this kind of move. If his father intended to kill him, well, this would be the perfect method. Kitsune is well aware of the clan's disdain for him, and just the mere thought of not even giving him a horse to travel upon was evidence enough of their loathing. Why was he loathed? Simple, he was weak. Kitsune couldn't even hold a blade when most boys could already swing them, and worse, he didn't share their passion for combat. The young lad preferred a more relaxing environment.
"Indeed it is, Shibata-san." Kitsune replied, his blue kimono sustaining multiple small tatters due to the recent harsh climate. They marched on as they finally stood behind the wooden gates. The trio, Kitsune and his retainers, stopped as they looked at each other.
"Hatamoto-dono, can we really trust the Mitsumine? They were our enemies in the past." Shibata, his closest retainer, inquired.
"Shibata-san, even if they did take me hostage... My father would just laugh it off. First, he would be happy that I wouldn't be able to return home, and second, I heard that they have a new heir. It was Ryuunosuke-dono, if I am not mistaken." Kitsune shrugged the thoughts off as he looked at the untouched katana at his side.
The trio approached the gate as Kitsune saw a woman, talking with the apparent gatekeeper, at the gate. "What could she possibly be doing, Hatamoto-dono?" Shibata inquired once more.
"I have no idea." Kitsune replied quickly as he approached the gate as well. "It might not be polite to disturb their conversation, but just in case, we'll just be in plain sight." Kitsune suggested as he stopped walking.
One of the other retainers began to complain. "You're the heir of the Boar Clan, Hatamoto-san! The Boar Clan, the close ally of the Mitsumine! You have every right to just interject their conversation. That's only a woman; you're the HEIR."
"Silence, Akechi-san. Outside of the Boar Clan, I am merely a guest. Nothing more, nothing less." Hatamoto rebuked the impatient retainer as he took out an elixir and drank a little from it, merely waiting for the conversation to end.
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First of all, congratulations on your dissertation! :D Next, would it be safe to assume that my CS has been accepted? Lastly, if it is accepted, I'll be starting on my post prolly today!
Thanks, and congratulations!
Thanks, and congratulations!
I'm no even so sure myself :c I circled my CS around Blue's advice where the heir of the Boar would be fostered by the Mitsumine. I'm willing to change the CS though for any corrections.
Name: Kitsune Hatamoto
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:
Personality: Kitsune is the exact opposite of his father, and probably most of his clan. While the Boar clansmen are fierce and stern; especially dedicated to the art of war, Kitsune is more lax, and calm. When faced with trouble, Kitsune tends to prefer talking things over with a cup of tea; instead of drawing blades. Speaking of blades, Kitsune cringes at the sight of blood, and he is uncomfortable around blades. Due to this, Kitsune is often seen with a purple fan which he always keeps to his side. Kitsune can also be seen often smiling, and laughing; preferring a lively atmosphere than a serious one. However, Kitsune is also capable of anger and seriousness, but this is rarely seen. While still respectful of those with higher positions or higher standings, Kitsune tends to speak in a casual manner to those around him.
Skills and Abilities:
-Medicines and Apothecary: Kitsune is skillful when it comes to medicines and treatment. He also has a skill with first-aids, and wound treatment. Aside from this, Kitsune is well known for his knack of crafting medicines from simple ingredients. This skill was taught to him when their clan was forced (again) into the forest after the fall of his kin. Since the forest was filled with lush greenery and plants, Kitsune was taught by another medicine-man the art of crafting cures, however, Kitsune had grown from just a student to a master himself.
-Poisons: When it comes to herbs and medicines, one is bound to discover a darker side to it. Kitsune managed to also hone his abilities in concocting devastating poisons which he rarely uses. The art of poison making was further taught to him by the medicine-man, but discontinued the teachings when the man realized that Kitsune was getting too enthusiastic with brewing liquids of death.
Possessions and Assets::
1. Poison-tipped Katana: A simple katana; only this time, the blade is coated with a particular poison. This katana was NEVER used yet by Kitsune since the boy doesn't know how to fight for his life.
2. An elixir of medicine: A simple medicine which is often used for minor wounds. Kitsune always carries a bottle of this.
3. A Blue Fan: Not much... Just a symbol of his status of being in the Boar Clan, and the heir of it.
4. Authority within the Boar Clan: Being the next heir, Kitsune has some authority over the clan; however, he only holds a few retainers because most don't believe in his capability to lead.
Bio:
Fight. Flee. Fight. Flee. Fight. In the Boar Clan, some fight for honor; some fight for glory... but the only thing that matters in this clan is knowing how to fight. The clan has faced disasters more numerous than anyone can remember. Enemies everywhere; friends nowhere. The clan was composed of not only fierce, but brutal warriors who delight in a battle only when the odds are 1 against 10. Decades went by as the clan was forced to flee again and again, but by some strange circumstances, they always fought back with a vengeance; reclaiming their hometown with much blood flowing on the ground. This cycle of brutality continued until an heir was born in the dark forests. The boy was predicted to be a very talented fighter, but to everyone's chagrin; the boy couldn't even lift a blade when most boys could already swing a weapon.
Scorned and belittled, the boy was left to the care of an ostracized medicine-man who taught him the art of medicines and even poisons. After some years, the predicted vengeance occurred as the clan fought back their foes, and reclaimed their homeland once more. While the warriors were busy celebrating within the blood-stained fortress, a boy was left in the forest.
"When will this violence end?" says the heir. "Fight, and fall... Slay and be slain... There's more to life than this."
However, a vision of a peaceful future was just so far away. The boy shook his head in disappointment as he marched sadly into the crimson colored walls of the Boar Clan. He had no future in fighting, yes, but his father would have none of it. Whilst the years of plenty lasted, the boy was sent to one of the Boar's allies; the Mitsumine Clan. There, the father hoped the boy could be trained to be a man without him seeing that pathetic waste of bones. In three moons, the heir departed with some servants to the Mitsumine, with silent hopes that this new heir of the said clan would be one that raises the banner of peace; not the sword of war.
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:
Personality: Kitsune is the exact opposite of his father, and probably most of his clan. While the Boar clansmen are fierce and stern; especially dedicated to the art of war, Kitsune is more lax, and calm. When faced with trouble, Kitsune tends to prefer talking things over with a cup of tea; instead of drawing blades. Speaking of blades, Kitsune cringes at the sight of blood, and he is uncomfortable around blades. Due to this, Kitsune is often seen with a purple fan which he always keeps to his side. Kitsune can also be seen often smiling, and laughing; preferring a lively atmosphere than a serious one. However, Kitsune is also capable of anger and seriousness, but this is rarely seen. While still respectful of those with higher positions or higher standings, Kitsune tends to speak in a casual manner to those around him.
Skills and Abilities:
-Medicines and Apothecary: Kitsune is skillful when it comes to medicines and treatment. He also has a skill with first-aids, and wound treatment. Aside from this, Kitsune is well known for his knack of crafting medicines from simple ingredients. This skill was taught to him when their clan was forced (again) into the forest after the fall of his kin. Since the forest was filled with lush greenery and plants, Kitsune was taught by another medicine-man the art of crafting cures, however, Kitsune had grown from just a student to a master himself.
-Poisons: When it comes to herbs and medicines, one is bound to discover a darker side to it. Kitsune managed to also hone his abilities in concocting devastating poisons which he rarely uses. The art of poison making was further taught to him by the medicine-man, but discontinued the teachings when the man realized that Kitsune was getting too enthusiastic with brewing liquids of death.
Possessions and Assets::
1. Poison-tipped Katana: A simple katana; only this time, the blade is coated with a particular poison. This katana was NEVER used yet by Kitsune since the boy doesn't know how to fight for his life.
2. An elixir of medicine: A simple medicine which is often used for minor wounds. Kitsune always carries a bottle of this.
3. A Blue Fan: Not much... Just a symbol of his status of being in the Boar Clan, and the heir of it.
4. Authority within the Boar Clan: Being the next heir, Kitsune has some authority over the clan; however, he only holds a few retainers because most don't believe in his capability to lead.
Bio:
Fight. Flee. Fight. Flee. Fight. In the Boar Clan, some fight for honor; some fight for glory... but the only thing that matters in this clan is knowing how to fight. The clan has faced disasters more numerous than anyone can remember. Enemies everywhere; friends nowhere. The clan was composed of not only fierce, but brutal warriors who delight in a battle only when the odds are 1 against 10. Decades went by as the clan was forced to flee again and again, but by some strange circumstances, they always fought back with a vengeance; reclaiming their hometown with much blood flowing on the ground. This cycle of brutality continued until an heir was born in the dark forests. The boy was predicted to be a very talented fighter, but to everyone's chagrin; the boy couldn't even lift a blade when most boys could already swing a weapon.
Scorned and belittled, the boy was left to the care of an ostracized medicine-man who taught him the art of medicines and even poisons. After some years, the predicted vengeance occurred as the clan fought back their foes, and reclaimed their homeland once more. While the warriors were busy celebrating within the blood-stained fortress, a boy was left in the forest.
"When will this violence end?" says the heir. "Fight, and fall... Slay and be slain... There's more to life than this."
However, a vision of a peaceful future was just so far away. The boy shook his head in disappointment as he marched sadly into the crimson colored walls of the Boar Clan. He had no future in fighting, yes, but his father would have none of it. Whilst the years of plenty lasted, the boy was sent to one of the Boar's allies; the Mitsumine Clan. There, the father hoped the boy could be trained to be a man without him seeing that pathetic waste of bones. In three moons, the heir departed with some servants to the Mitsumine, with silent hopes that this new heir of the said clan would be one that raises the banner of peace; not the sword of war.
An heir will be a-okay! :D Thanks for the reply, and thanks jiwon for the reminder. I'll be makin' the cs prolly today.
Name - Alexei Pavlov
Alias - Deadbolt
Powers - Eyes of Insight
Appearance -
Relationship -
1. Hollow Man- "This guy... I changed my view on him; a little bit. He's actually pretty brave... He charged that zombified crackhead without hesitating! I'm not saying he's out of my 'to-kill-list' but definitely, he's out of my 'to-massacre'list'. Good for him."
2. Druid- "This guy is still strange... However, his powers over nature was actually real as I've seen. He maybe gifted but I still call bullshit on him being nature's incarnate."
3. Teleporto- "This guy was actually pretty weak; vomiting and shit. However, he has the nerve to actually still talk to me. He may call be Deadshot, or whatever, but he's still a weak-ass motherfucker for me.
4. Enki- "This guy or whatever this person is gained some sort of my disdain. I don't trust this person who can change its form at will. But whatever, he's an ally for now, but I do hope he never goes off thinking that I won't end him if the need arises.
5. Invisible Girl- "This girl... There's just something different with her. Before, I didn't mind people talking to her or staring at her, but now, I just get pissed off when someone else talks to her. What is happening to me? Her eyes, her face, and that smile... I don't know. It maybe because I'm just low on milk or something. Perhaps, tomorrow I'll get over it.
6. Jake Mild, a.k.a Nerdlord- "This kid is actually cool, but annoying. Talking about batman and shit. However, he's so random that sometimes I just wanna shoot his face off. But truth be told, Nerdlord's efforts for the team is something I will never forget.
Gear - Alexei currently has the following gear; being a hitman:
1. Scoped Mosin-Nagant Rifle
2. 7.62×54mmR Cartridge and Bullets.
3. Glock 22
4. .357 Sig Bullets
5. Trench Knife; hidden under his belt.
6. Kevlar Vest
7. Black Gas Mask
Important History - Alexei's life started with a couple of illegal russian immigrants in the USA. The family apparently lived a normal life up until Alexei was already 15 years old. Their family was sold out to the cops as the authorities rushed after them; being illegal immigrants, the family had no choice but to run on, and on. Things got heated as their retreat was accompanied by sounds of guns in the background. As the family was escaping, they met a friend down in the dark alleys of the slums. The family considered themselves safe; that was until their father's head kissed a bullet. Their so called 'friend' was actually their father's dealer, and the deal had gone bad. The sounds of gunfire once again resounded in the alleys as Alexei found himself separated from his family.
Alexei began to live and survive on his own; doing some stealing and some scamming in order to get by. However, when he was 17, he met a person who had ruined his life. The man who killed his father. Grabbing a jagged knife, Alexei charged at the man; stabbing the figure madly. Suddenly, his eyes began to feel hazy as he saw things he couldn't have seen before. He could see inside the man, his knife piercing heart and lung. Alexei backed off as he got the man's weapon and ran off before the man's reinforcements could enact vendetta.
Alexei pondered in silence his unexpected powers. He could now see beyond, and within things... It seems the utter trauma had released the mutation from his eyes, and made itself known just now. The young boy now realized his mission... To rid the world of these vile men in order to prevent the things, that happened to his father, from happening to the other innocents out there.
It's been two years since his mission, and now, a professional assassin... Alexei Pavlov, now known as Deadbolt. The reason? Because corrupted men drop dead when they hear the bolt.
Alias - Deadbolt
Powers - Eyes of Insight
Appearance -
Relationship -
1. Hollow Man- "This guy... I changed my view on him; a little bit. He's actually pretty brave... He charged that zombified crackhead without hesitating! I'm not saying he's out of my 'to-kill-list' but definitely, he's out of my 'to-massacre'list'. Good for him."
2. Druid- "This guy is still strange... However, his powers over nature was actually real as I've seen. He maybe gifted but I still call bullshit on him being nature's incarnate."
3. Teleporto- "This guy was actually pretty weak; vomiting and shit. However, he has the nerve to actually still talk to me. He may call be Deadshot, or whatever, but he's still a weak-ass motherfucker for me.
4. Enki- "This guy or whatever this person is gained some sort of my disdain. I don't trust this person who can change its form at will. But whatever, he's an ally for now, but I do hope he never goes off thinking that I won't end him if the need arises.
5. Invisible Girl- "This girl... There's just something different with her. Before, I didn't mind people talking to her or staring at her, but now, I just get pissed off when someone else talks to her. What is happening to me? Her eyes, her face, and that smile... I don't know. It maybe because I'm just low on milk or something. Perhaps, tomorrow I'll get over it.
6. Jake Mild, a.k.a Nerdlord- "This kid is actually cool, but annoying. Talking about batman and shit. However, he's so random that sometimes I just wanna shoot his face off. But truth be told, Nerdlord's efforts for the team is something I will never forget.
Gear - Alexei currently has the following gear; being a hitman:
1. Scoped Mosin-Nagant Rifle
2. 7.62×54mmR Cartridge and Bullets.
3. Glock 22
4. .357 Sig Bullets
5. Trench Knife; hidden under his belt.
6. Kevlar Vest
7. Black Gas Mask
Important History - Alexei's life started with a couple of illegal russian immigrants in the USA. The family apparently lived a normal life up until Alexei was already 15 years old. Their family was sold out to the cops as the authorities rushed after them; being illegal immigrants, the family had no choice but to run on, and on. Things got heated as their retreat was accompanied by sounds of guns in the background. As the family was escaping, they met a friend down in the dark alleys of the slums. The family considered themselves safe; that was until their father's head kissed a bullet. Their so called 'friend' was actually their father's dealer, and the deal had gone bad. The sounds of gunfire once again resounded in the alleys as Alexei found himself separated from his family.
Alexei began to live and survive on his own; doing some stealing and some scamming in order to get by. However, when he was 17, he met a person who had ruined his life. The man who killed his father. Grabbing a jagged knife, Alexei charged at the man; stabbing the figure madly. Suddenly, his eyes began to feel hazy as he saw things he couldn't have seen before. He could see inside the man, his knife piercing heart and lung. Alexei backed off as he got the man's weapon and ran off before the man's reinforcements could enact vendetta.
Alexei pondered in silence his unexpected powers. He could now see beyond, and within things... It seems the utter trauma had released the mutation from his eyes, and made itself known just now. The young boy now realized his mission... To rid the world of these vile men in order to prevent the things, that happened to his father, from happening to the other innocents out there.
It's been two years since his mission, and now, a professional assassin... Alexei Pavlov, now known as Deadbolt. The reason? Because corrupted men drop dead when they hear the bolt.
Currently Waitin' :))
Is it okay if my CS would be the current head of the Boar Clan? It would also be okay if he was an heir or something :)) Just askin' for your opinion.
Thanks!
Thanks!
Nalesh stood in surprise as the dwarf caught her attention. The dwarf gave her shop a disgusted look; what a surprise. The smith approached the counter as the dwarf began to call her as someone who was slacking off. Nalesh clenched her right fist under the counter as she exhaled; remember this was a dwarf.. They tend to have salty manners.
"Ah, good day, Mr. Dwarf. I hope the townspeople didn't give you too much of a hard time. The townsfolk tend to be quite peculiar with non-humans." Nalesh smiled softly as she eyed the dwarf. "However, for someone of your stature, why stay in this dilapidated town? The smiths yonder in the capital can offer much to someone like you." the smith chuckled as she turned her gaze to the luxury sword that she had displayed.
"This?" Nalesh clarified. In her mind, she wanted to sell that so badly... She could move to the capital city and make a business there with the coins that the dwarf was offering her. She could just hide from that customer for a while and.... It was sorely tempting... really tempting. Nalesh knocked her head with her fist as she sighed. "Nah. 'tis be a possession of an earlier customer." Nalesh smiled as she turned her gaze back to the dwarf. "Aye. If I took your money, I would become richer than this. However, I'll lose my dignity if I betray that fine man, no matter how much of an asshole he was."
The smith ran her hand through her short hair as she examined the bolts that the dwarf had given to be sharpened.
"Dwarves are known to be the master artificers. With unmatched skill when it comes to forging and crafting equipment." Nalesh remarked, noting the high-quality bolts. "Makes me quite honored really. However, the quality of service I would be offering would be up to 'human' standards. But then again, there's not much of a choice now, is there? This is the only shop in this town, and the better ones are in the capital city."
Nalesh chuckled as she shook her head.
"Anyway, it'll be one silver coin for every two bolts. The total will be 5 silver coins." Nalesh smiled as she took the bolts and set them down in the back room, after that, she came back to the dwarf.
"Feel free to pick up your bolts when I'm done with them. In the mean time, you can stroll around this rotten town, or you can stay here and have a look at whatever I've been trying to sell off for the past years." Nalesh mumbled. "You can pay me as well after you get your bolts back."
"Ah, good day, Mr. Dwarf. I hope the townspeople didn't give you too much of a hard time. The townsfolk tend to be quite peculiar with non-humans." Nalesh smiled softly as she eyed the dwarf. "However, for someone of your stature, why stay in this dilapidated town? The smiths yonder in the capital can offer much to someone like you." the smith chuckled as she turned her gaze to the luxury sword that she had displayed.
"This?" Nalesh clarified. In her mind, she wanted to sell that so badly... She could move to the capital city and make a business there with the coins that the dwarf was offering her. She could just hide from that customer for a while and.... It was sorely tempting... really tempting. Nalesh knocked her head with her fist as she sighed. "Nah. 'tis be a possession of an earlier customer." Nalesh smiled as she turned her gaze back to the dwarf. "Aye. If I took your money, I would become richer than this. However, I'll lose my dignity if I betray that fine man, no matter how much of an asshole he was."
The smith ran her hand through her short hair as she examined the bolts that the dwarf had given to be sharpened.
"Dwarves are known to be the master artificers. With unmatched skill when it comes to forging and crafting equipment." Nalesh remarked, noting the high-quality bolts. "Makes me quite honored really. However, the quality of service I would be offering would be up to 'human' standards. But then again, there's not much of a choice now, is there? This is the only shop in this town, and the better ones are in the capital city."
Nalesh chuckled as she shook her head.
"Anyway, it'll be one silver coin for every two bolts. The total will be 5 silver coins." Nalesh smiled as she took the bolts and set them down in the back room, after that, she came back to the dwarf.
"Feel free to pick up your bolts when I'm done with them. In the mean time, you can stroll around this rotten town, or you can stay here and have a look at whatever I've been trying to sell off for the past years." Nalesh mumbled. "You can pay me as well after you get your bolts back."
Nalesh eyed closely the trio who entered the dilapidated excuse of an armory. True enough, the wood was rotting, and the ceiling beams were creaky. The only thing signifying this shop as an armory was the sight of neatly arranged armors and blades on both sides of the shop. If it weren't for those equipment, this shop might have been worth more as a whorehouse.
The artificer gritted her teeth as the man called her shop as a 'stinking place'. Well, yes, it was a rotten shack, but he had no right to call it that way. Just the mere thought that what the man had said was true was enough to keep Nalesh's mouth shut.
The man told her to sharpen a blade, and with that, the man dropped a sword... wait, no. A sword wouldn't cut it, it was more than that. It was a weapon unlike anything Nalesh has seen in her entire artificer life. Just the sheath alone was sturdier than a longsword, and the blade's edge and handle was exquisite, exotic, and intricate. The man simply left this work of legends, a bag of gold, and then left immediately.
Nalesh stood up as she unsheathed the blade again, taking in its mythical design. Nalesh looked at the men, but they already had disappeared.
"Such a work of art... I've never seen anything like this... a caliber higher than Noadich's blade." Nalesh remarked in awe. The artificer shook her head and coughed. "I'll pour my work into this." Nalesh decided as she went into the back of her shop; a room covered by a single black curtain just behind the counter.
There was a full set of smithing supplies. Nalesh carefully laid unsheathed the blade; leaving the sheath on a sturdy metallic table for later shining. Nalesh examined the blade; noting some rust and some blood marks; as well as some chipped edges. However, to most, the blade was in perfect shape.
"That man must have been quite a warrior to get a blade of this caliber chipped. How many years has he been recklessly killing people?" Nalesh thought to herself as she set the sword on a shiny sharpening wheel. She carefully sharpened the blade, removing rust and blood marks in the process. Using her artificer magic, she mended the chipped sides as the blade looked perfect in a matter of hours. Nalesh set the sword on another table as she got a clear liquid from a cabinet. She dabbed this liquid on the blade, making it shine all the more.
Nalesh set the blade down on a pedestal as she went to the sheath. She dusted and cleaned the interior and exterior of the item as she got more blood marks off of it. Again, she dabbed the liquid as the sheath shone with its ornaments. Nalesh got the blade and held it in the air; a strange desire was coming over her... she wanted to break the blade apart and study its materials... but no, she was only assigned to sharpen it... nothing more, nothing less.
"If only this blade was mine... Maybe by some strange luck that guy forgets his blade... or better, he dies off somewhere. Nah." Nalesh smiled at the blade as she slid it back in the sheath and displayed it on the counter. She placed a sign near the blade that read: "You want your weapon to be as glorious as this? Simply talk to the owner for information."
Nalesh sat back as she got the small bag of gold coins and examined its contents; playing with a coin in her soft fingers.
The artificer gritted her teeth as the man called her shop as a 'stinking place'. Well, yes, it was a rotten shack, but he had no right to call it that way. Just the mere thought that what the man had said was true was enough to keep Nalesh's mouth shut.
The man told her to sharpen a blade, and with that, the man dropped a sword... wait, no. A sword wouldn't cut it, it was more than that. It was a weapon unlike anything Nalesh has seen in her entire artificer life. Just the sheath alone was sturdier than a longsword, and the blade's edge and handle was exquisite, exotic, and intricate. The man simply left this work of legends, a bag of gold, and then left immediately.
Nalesh stood up as she unsheathed the blade again, taking in its mythical design. Nalesh looked at the men, but they already had disappeared.
"Such a work of art... I've never seen anything like this... a caliber higher than Noadich's blade." Nalesh remarked in awe. The artificer shook her head and coughed. "I'll pour my work into this." Nalesh decided as she went into the back of her shop; a room covered by a single black curtain just behind the counter.
There was a full set of smithing supplies. Nalesh carefully laid unsheathed the blade; leaving the sheath on a sturdy metallic table for later shining. Nalesh examined the blade; noting some rust and some blood marks; as well as some chipped edges. However, to most, the blade was in perfect shape.
"That man must have been quite a warrior to get a blade of this caliber chipped. How many years has he been recklessly killing people?" Nalesh thought to herself as she set the sword on a shiny sharpening wheel. She carefully sharpened the blade, removing rust and blood marks in the process. Using her artificer magic, she mended the chipped sides as the blade looked perfect in a matter of hours. Nalesh set the sword on another table as she got a clear liquid from a cabinet. She dabbed this liquid on the blade, making it shine all the more.
Nalesh set the blade down on a pedestal as she went to the sheath. She dusted and cleaned the interior and exterior of the item as she got more blood marks off of it. Again, she dabbed the liquid as the sheath shone with its ornaments. Nalesh got the blade and held it in the air; a strange desire was coming over her... she wanted to break the blade apart and study its materials... but no, she was only assigned to sharpen it... nothing more, nothing less.
"If only this blade was mine... Maybe by some strange luck that guy forgets his blade... or better, he dies off somewhere. Nah." Nalesh smiled at the blade as she slid it back in the sheath and displayed it on the counter. She placed a sign near the blade that read: "You want your weapon to be as glorious as this? Simply talk to the owner for information."
Nalesh sat back as she got the small bag of gold coins and examined its contents; playing with a coin in her soft fingers.
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