"We would if we had us a gun. And besides, I doubt a bullet will harm it. It is bein' controlled by that there sludge and a bullet would only put a tiny hole innit."
"If you can get me some meat, I can make you a fine weapon. No need for a dagger. Some squirrels will do, if those exist around here."
"I've hunted a right smart of squirrels in my time. I should easily be able to nab a few if they are still around these parts. What type of weapon are ye thinkin' of makin'?"
"Heh heh, I style my designs after nature, but make a few improvements. You've heard of harpoon guns, right? Now combine that with a set of clawed gloves and add some grim power to it. It'll be a bit fragile, but it should let you bag something a bit bigger, and more material often leads to stronger weapons. I can even grant you upgrades to your body if you feel the need for them."
He looks a little wary, "I'm willin' to see what ye can make and I'd love to use it to find a way through this horde of haints, but I'm right attached to my limbs and their current arrangements."
"All fine. Not everyone is up to such things. I implore you to try my weapons, though. I've never needed to make them, but I've always wanted to see how much damage they can do."
With a serious expression on his face, Jeremiah says, "Now ye listen here, I've fought many a haint and will continue tuh do so 'til I drop dead, whether 'at is in a rockin' chair at a ripe, old age or at the claws of some viscious beast, I don't care. But as sure I live a breath, I ain't gonna wield a weapon that darkens my soul. I will slang every stone, swang every blade, fire every bullet, and throw every dart that I see clean and right for killin', but if ye hand me a blasphemous blade ye can be sure that I wouldn't be caught dead holdin' such a thang. I'll let ye know that some have called me a witch doctor, and it may be true, for I have often used a witches hexes against them, but I know that some weapons should never be crafted and are unfit for slaughter." He leans back and relaxes a bit, "Sorry if 'at seems extreme, but I've come across some vile craftsmanship in my day and I've made more 'en a few mistakes. I just want to be sure that ye ain't tryin' to give me some unholy armaments."
Ludo looks a little scared. "It's not dark magic! It may not be light, but it simply functions as a sort of science. It has nothing to do with souls, and the only sorts of enchantments on it would be to keep it functioning and make it capable of harming such dangerous beasts!"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"If you can get me some meat, I can make you a fine weapon. No need for a dagger. Some squirrels will do, if those exist around here."
"I've hunted a right smart of squirrels in my time. I should easily be able to nab a few if they are still around these parts. What type of weapon are ye thinkin' of makin'?"
"Heh heh, I style my designs after nature, but make a few improvements. You've heard of harpoon guns, right? Now combine that with a set of clawed gloves and add some grim power to it. It'll be a bit fragile, but it should let you bag something a bit bigger, and more material often leads to stronger weapons. I can even grant you upgrades to your body if you feel the need for them."
He looks a little wary, "I'm willin' to see what ye can make and I'd love to use it to find a way through this horde of haints, but I'm right attached to my limbs and their current arrangements."
"All fine. Not everyone is up to such things. I implore you to try my weapons, though. I've never needed to make them, but I've always wanted to see how much damage they can do."
With a serious expression on his face, Jeremiah says, "Now ye listen here, I've fought many a haint and will continue tuh do so 'til I drop dead, whether 'at is in a rockin' chair at a ripe, old age or at the claws of some viscious beast, I don't care. But as sure I live a breath, I ain't gonna wield a weapon that darkens my soul. I will slang every stone, swang every blade, fire every bullet, and throw every dart that I see clean and right for killin', but if ye hand me a blasphemous blade ye can be sure that I wouldn't be caught dead holdin' such a thang. I'll let ye know that some have called me a witch doctor, and it may be true, for I have often used a witches hexes against them, but I know that some weapons should never be crafted and are unfit for slaughter." He leans back and relaxes a bit, "Sorry if 'at seems extreme, but I've come across some vile craftsmanship in my day and I've made more 'en a few mistakes. I just want to be sure that ye ain't tryin' to give me some unholy armaments."
Ludo looks a little scared. "It's not dark magic! It may not be light, but it simply functions as a sort of science. It has nothing to do with souls, and the only sorts of enchantments on it would be to keep it functioning and make it capable of harming such dangerous beasts!"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Wow."
"Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, be honor and glory for ever and ever. Amen" - 1 Timothy 1:17
It pays no attention to Jeremiah, but it is now clear that the deer isn’t eating grass. It’s eating a rat.
"Why don't we just shoot it?"
"Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, be honor and glory for ever and ever. Amen" - 1 Timothy 1:17
"We would if we had us a gun. And besides, I doubt a bullet will harm it. It is bein' controlled by that there sludge and a bullet would only put a tiny hole innit."
"What if we try to burn it."
"Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, be honor and glory for ever and ever. Amen" - 1 Timothy 1:17
"Shoot a monkey! What sort of vile haint's possessin' that thang? That just ain't natrul!"
He thinks for a bit, "I reckon that just might work. Maybe that goop would light afire like kerosene?"
*I have to go*
Don’t kill the deer
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Victor is asleep on a cot, his now missing arm stump is healing.
Jolene is sitting besides him, her expression is stone cold.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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“How is he doing?” Sayeye asks in a sweet voice
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Jolene narrowed her eyes "He is doing much better." She said, her voice cold.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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“So what do you think did this to him?”
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"A beast of some sort.. Big and dangerous..." She said and stood up, pacing.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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“Me and they can hunt it”
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Is there any wood cutting tools in here?
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Ludo looks a little scared. "It's not dark magic! It may not be light, but it simply functions as a sort of science. It has nothing to do with souls, and the only sorts of enchantments on it would be to keep it functioning and make it capable of harming such dangerous beasts!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Ludo looks a little scared. "It's not dark magic! It may not be light, but it simply functions as a sort of science. It has nothing to do with souls, and the only sorts of enchantments on it would be to keep it functioning and make it capable of harming such dangerous beasts!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Jolene is pacing around on the deck, looking out at the woods with a glare.
Victor is asleep on his cot, his arm stump seeming to be healing nicely.
A Childs voice is heard from the woods, calling for its mother.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
I go out to see if I can see the kid
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*Hey mods, would it be okay for me to intro a second character?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.