"Because I need to check flexural strength under short bursts of stress. If they easily break, then I might as well give up on the whole spear thing. Maybe go for pitfalls instead. Rin replied. The pitfall bit was innocuous yet malicious. Something told Sohei that she wasn't going to be doing most of the work in digging holes. "If you know of a good approximation of a wolf-bear-thing to stab, feel free to try it on that. I just don't feel like getting splinters in what we have to eat--yet."
She paused to ponder on the mechanics of testing a spear without a decent place to stab.
"Or I suppose trying to pole vault with them works too. Just try not to land on the stick, if it breaks."
With her sharpened sticks completed, Rin had a nice weapon she could test out. Really, spears were great. They kept the user safe, could double as a barrier when buried in the earth, and be used to roast some meat. These were, of course, not the best quality. The wooden tips left something to be desired; rock or metal would be better. She didn't know the qualities of the branches, either. What strength id they possessed from their grain? Fortunately, they were only prototypes. The first iteration of a weapon.
She'd have to test it to figure out further procedures, whether it be fire-danubing or actual spear tips. Testing meant that she needed Kunio. She saw something important when she looked for him: a second test subject. Indeed, the Ito twins were having some brotherly conversation. Something definitely about a matter that required familial input.
Well...
It probably wasn't anything important to Rin. What was important, however, was checking out how Rin's weapons of war turned out.
"Try to break these by swinging them at things." She said to the twins in a Rin jumpscare.
A painful whimper came from Lucian's lips. It was as if he was saying "that way." He raised his finger from his pained stupor.
...
Perhaps he'd be more sympathetic if he didn't look as though he was drawn by Michelangelo illustrating the creation of Adam. Still, Vera's concern was pleasant. It'd been a while since someone last treated him like that. Most people did things like drop mallets on him while he rested. Ed's words were, of course, much less nice.
Still, he pointed out the direction in which the monkeys were carrying Celeste. Even if it were just for a moment. Even if they had made a single turn and it was no longer accurate.
+ FORGOTTEN NOBLE, TOWN GUARD + 21 || Female || 6'6", Dense || Human
> In the Hamlet I live...
"In the local inn. After all, I'm not quite the person to keep my residence in working order without help."
> I spend most of my time...
"Being the Hamlet's chief town guard. Of course, such a title is just a more generous way of saying 'free labour'. I audits travellers every once in a while, but there's usually little need for a guard within the Hamlet."
> I am known for...
"Digging drainage channels when it rains too hard, clearing pests from crops, trying to resolve drunken arguments, and keeping the town's inn in business by myself during the slow months."
> My current goal is...
"To try to eat everything. Well, excluding the obvious nopes."
> My secrets are...
"Many. Can't swim for even a second; just sink down to the bottom. Shortest and youngest of my von Draph generation despite being the biggest eater. On an indefinite sabbatical from my position within the von Draph knighthood - nobody back home minds that I'm gone. Trying to untangle the confusion that is my family tree is the greatest challenge the von Draphs have to face."
S T A T S
[ ★ ] [ ★ ] [ - ] S T R E N G T H [ ★ ] [ ★ ] [ - ] D E X T E R I T Y [ ★ ] [ ★ ] [ ★ ] V I T A L I T Y [ - ] [ - ] [ - ] I N T E L L I G E N C E [ ★ ] [ - ] [ - ] W I S D O M [ ★ ] [ - ] [ - ] C H A R I S M A
S K I L L S & R E W A R D S
[ - ] Poison Resistance I [ - ] Blunt Resistance I [ - ] Reputation: Hearth - Liked [ - ] Passive: Dangersense - Urban [ - ] Passive: Foodsense [ - ] Passive: Enhancement Vitality - Gluttony [ - ] Tracking: Urban [ - ] Detect Forgery [ - ] Swordsmanship [ - ] Taavernbrawling [ - ] Blindfighting [ - ] Leadership [ - ] Training: Manual at Arms - Can provide combat training [ - ] Military Strategy [ - ] Jack of Trades: Odd Jobs
C U R R E N T G O A L S & Q U E S T S
[-] BIG EATER - Ingrid wishes to eat as many different things as she can. Variety is the spice of the life and Ingrid has plenty of life in her that she needs to spice.
I N V E N T O R Y
[ Von Draph Plate & Gambison ] The armour Ingrid wears. Not quite her ceremonial armour that she left back home. Instead, it's a relic from when the Von Graphs last went to war. Judging by the older style of harnesses and aged cotton, it was evidently a long time ago. Surprisingly light and easy to move in. The helmet has strange ornaments that Ingrid says is to entertain children. [ Von Draph Blade ] An average blade brought from the von Draph armoury. Old like her armour. Has yet to be drawn outside of practice. [ Watergourd ] Much larger than a water skin. May in fact not be filled with water. [ Snacks ] Within every single pocket she has.
C O N N E C T I O N S
[ Dalton, caretaker, innkeeper. Human] The innkeeper at the Hamlet's largest (and only) inn. He makes Ingrid meals, cleans her room every so often, and bangs pots together whenever she won't wake up.
@MaePetty crimes, she can just good noodle "I'm not mad" people into admission or do stakeouts.
Actually figuring out something devious? She 100% needs a crime fighting partner who's the brains.
Probably not evolution, but temporarily gaining stats from special meals would be a gas. She just slams down some special booze and somehow becomes more intelligent.
edit: forgot about the last bit about military skills
Yea, she's had a noble and knight's upbringing. Military tactics would have been part of it. Getting them to stick, considering her air-headedness, was a great challenge to her tutors/masters.
The idea: a skilled and air-headed knight who, hopefully, just doesn't ever enter combat and just eats food instead. Mayhaps a teacher to Rowan, concoction test-subject for Nibby, and the person who Wormwood has to share his one brain cell with.
Ingrid Lucentia von Draph
+ FORGOTTEN NOBLE, TOWN GUARD + 21 || Female || 6'6", Dense || Human
> In the Hamlet I live in the local inn. After all, I'm not quite the person to keep my residence in working order without help. > I spend most of my time being the Hamlet's chief town guard. Of course, such a title is just a more generous way of saying "free muscle". I audits travellers every once in a while, but there's usually little need for a guard within the Hamlet. > I am known for digging drainage channels when it rains too hard, clearing pests from crops, trying to resolve drunken arguments, and keeping the town's inn in business by myself during the slow months. > My current goal is to try to eat everything. Well, excluding the obvious nopes. > My secrets are many. Can't swim for even a second; just sink down to the bottom. Shortest and youngest of her von Draph generation despite being the biggest eater. On an indefinite sabbatical from her position within the von Draph knighthood - nobody back home minds that she's gone. Trying to untangle the confusion that is her family tree is the greatest challenge the von Draphs have to face.
S T A T S
[ ★ ] [ ★ ] [ - ] S T R E N G T H [ ★ ] [ ★ ] [ - ] D E X T E R I T Y [ ★ ] [ ★ ] [ ★ ] V I T A L I T Y [ - ] [ - ] [ - ] I N T E L L I G E N C E [ ★ ] [ - ] [ - ] W I S D O M [ ★ ] [ - ] [ - ] C H A R I S M A
S K I L L S & R E W A R D S
[ - ] Empty for now
C U R R E N T G O A L S & Q U E S T S
[-] BIG EATER - Ingrid wishes to eat as many different things as she can. Variety is the spice of the life and Ingrid has plenty of life in her that she needs to spice.
I N V E N T O R Y
[ Von Draph Plate & Gambison ] The armour Ingrid wears. Not quite her ceremonial armour that she left back home. Instead, it's a relic from when the Von Graphs last went to war. Judging by the older style of harnesses and aged cotton, it was evidently a long time ago. Surprisingly light and easy to move in. The helmet has strange ornaments that Ingrid says is to entertain children. [ Von Draph Blade ] An average blade brought from the von Draph armoury. Old like her armour. Has yet to be drawn outside of practice. [ Watergourd ] Much larger than a water skin. May in fact not be filled with water. [ Snacks ] Within every single pocket she has.
C O N N E C T I O N S
[ Dalton, caretaker, innkeeper. Human] The innkeeper at the Hamlet's largest (and only) inn. He makes Ingrid meals, cleans her room every so often, and bangs pots together whenever she won't wake up.
"Oooh, I wouldn't get cozy with that book," Roqe said with a wince. Immediately after placing the book under her arm, Yasu felt it. Every so often, the book pulsed from deep within the pages. It felt alive, even if it couldn't be called that. Was it a heartbeat or was it just a supernatural quality it possessed? What would be the difference between the two?
"That's human skin, by the by."
Trying not to look at the book that Yasu now held, Roqe answered.
"I didn't try to hide earlier. But, uh, the culties got here first. One thing lead to another..." She placed her hands on her head before quickly rotating, her tongue making a clicking noise. "So I thought it was better to hide in case you lot weren't actually part of Mel's group. I wasn't actually going to jump down until I saw that dreary bitch jump in. I'd rather not spend my time killing." A pause. "More than I already have."
Combat has now concluded. Now it's just finishing up this little arc, then we'll probably move onto each character briefly doing their own thing like (but not limited to):
Getting a new weapon/relic
Spending time with Mel/Roqe (the green finger)/Honest and getting background history
Doing their own thing to advance their personal goals
Spending time with each other in some bonding moment
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