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@Bluetommy I think he just means like locking a rune for some amount of time, so the sword doesn't win literately every fight ever.

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Izabel

Izabel chugged the mead down, the extra sweat honey coating her throat as it filled her stomach. The commotion outside drew the soldiers in the bar out. Leaving the tavern to the onlookers. It seemed everyone's gaze was shooting outside, including the witch she had attempted to help before.

A high elf, a woman in guard garb, and a....admittedly stunning man on a horse. The elf and woman looked prepared for battle, the man was majestic, without a hint of fear on his face. He wielded a sword, glowing. "Is that.." she accidental spoke aloud "the fucking runesword."

Legend of the Runesword

As told by the Dwarves.

Before time, the world was at peace. The races lived in harmony among each other. Things were good. Dwarves created for the joy of it, using the formation of technology as a way to get closer to Bourung, the creator of worlds. Each item was locked away in chambers across the world, a shrine to Bourung. Hundreds of years later, one of these items was found, the Runesword. It was never supposed to be wielded, it's power too great. Yet, the Fero found it, and they enslaved the world. It was lost following the emporers death, and until this day, had only been seen through depictions in ancient text.

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were pretty much just talking about magic cards in it. You can make your own official one it you want for sure.@Avali

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@Roughdragon1
so, have we decided to move on from the soldiers in the bar? Saga hasn't followed up in I think 4 days.

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@BrightSteel Lug is going to come to your shop and ask for an enchanted rock that radiates heat for the little RoUS.

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Lug

@Overlord Thraka @BrightSteel

"You don't know what a RoUS is.. it's...it's ...a rabid...offensive...underground...Slab of meat!" Lug patted the little werelion on his back. He thought that's what Dawn had said they were called, but that was a few months ago, and Lug's memory was...hazy.

The little RoUS stirred in his hands, trying to hide it's head away in the folds of his arm. As they approached the camp, a large fire burned in the center, with no signs of Demetri. Lug handed the dead mother to a fellow lowly, who proceeded to skin the beast.

Lug waved the werelion to his tent, where a few peoples were taking shelter. They thanked Lug for allowing them to use the space and walked out. Lug pulled a blanket from a pile housing an assortment of random items, one of which being a small cage. He slipped the baby RoUS inside as it shivered, not used to the bitter cold above the sewer.
"Little werelion," Lug boomed, much too loudly for the small space. "I must see a magic woman, and find a hot rock for this little creature." "You can stay if you'd like, or join me in another glorious adventure to the magic store!"

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@EldarionI yoyo, you about to fuck up some soldiers?

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@Overlord Thrakathanks mate. I realize I kind of jumped in, but I thought she had already walked away lol.

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my post was ignored siiiigh

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Izabel

"Um... It is fine. Really." the small human muttered. Responding to the man with the mecha weapons question. Yet, Izabel could see she was clearly overwhelmed. The masked man reported that she had already been looking worried when he approached. She thought for a moment about her place to "save" a woman who wasn't asking for it. But, before she could decide, the masked man stabbed himself in his god damn hand. There wasn't any blood, or any appearance of pain. "You're a husk" she said shocked under her breath, slipping her hand off of her weapon.

She had only heard about them in stories. They were not living or dead, somewhere in between, and always with some sort of purpose, usually not their own. Becoming a husk stripped you of most human experience, such as feeling, and without blood coursing through his veins, it seemed clear he wasn't interested in taking advantage of the young woman. "I apologize." she said to the husk, "Understand. I saw three men surrounding a beautiful nervous young woman. I thought you were looking for more than a conversation."

She looked at the girl, surrounded by these three strange men. "If shit gets too weird, just holler at me." She took a few steps back and sat down at the bar. Motioning to the barkeep, "a pint of mead, extra honey, it's my breakfast after all." She kept an eye on the husk, intrigued by this new finding in the world.