Post by Ser Baine Cinderwood 🔥🌼 on Oct 12, 2019 20:27:43 GMT
"Dear Thea,
We’re back!
The City of Brass is a wild place, lemme tell you. It was the usual crew; me and Sun and bossman, Traavor came and Ghesh understands the need for a decent weapon so he was game, obviously. Markas stuck around Daring after the K’ul Goran mess so he came too! It was brilliant.
We went where Ka’sam told us to go, met the enchanter, no problem. She’s all “yup, fine, no problem, but I’m gonna need some stuff first” so before you know it we’ve chartered an airship and we’re sneaking into fire giant central.
How on earth we managed to get in undetected I still don’t know. Me and Varis make enough noise in these full plates that we sound like someone tipped over a pile of pots and pans, and Markas doesn’t have a history of being very stealthy.. But somehow! We were like mice. Or ghosts. Ghost mice even.
We got made on the way out though and we had to make a run for it. As we’re sailing away over the lava this fire giant keeps chasing us and he lobbed a ball of the stuff at us, taking out the guy helming the ship. (I think his name was Nigel.) Not to worry though, I took over the helm, Varis gave the giant one the stink eye and spooked him, and then Sunday brought Nigel back.
The plane of fire is mad, Thea. We got boarded by the cutest fucking lizard things I’ve ever seen! Almost made me want to not fight them, that’s how cute they were. (But they did attack us so we fought them.)
And it was so hot?! Varis and I was baking in the full plate. Sunday and Markas didn’t seem to care though, they decided to practice dodging and Ghesh was so comfortable he pulled out a hammock and got a quality nap in. I think Traavor drank even less water than usual, he wasn’t looking too good towards the end there.
Just as we could see the Brass in the distance there’s a whole other fleet of boats trying to take us on (we hadn’t even done nothing to them?!) and they all look a lot like Nigel for some reason. Maybe it was a family thing. But we fought them too and it was a lovely time in the end.
Me side by side with Ghesh, Traavor doing sick flips onto eLk and into the bad guy’s boat, Varis flying about and giving more people the stink eye and Markas shooting people with a dope ass bow. What more can you ask for?
And now we’re back. The enchanter said she wanted to be done with this favour she owes Ka’sam so she’s gonna work double time to get max done and then send it over to me here. Can’t wait. I bet it’s gonna be perfect.
Write you soon!
All my love,
Baine”
Baine’s in his usual spot on the stable roof, taking in the sunrise when a piercing whistle cuts through the stillness. In the yard below Red is looking up at him, gesturing with a large parcel wrapped in cloth. “Seems you’ve got a delivery, rosebud.”
Recognizing the shape of his maul, Baine scrambles, forgoes the ladder and jumps straight off the roof into the yard. He lands with a heavy thud and a creak in his knee that he completely ignores, hands already reaching for the parcel.
“You’re gonna smash your brains out in my training yard one of these days,” Red says as she hands it over. “I take it that’s it then? The maul you dragged the Grandmaster to the City of Brass to have enchanted?”
Baine looks up briefly from where he’s tearing at the wrapping and grins. “I’m not sure the Grandmaster would agree with the idea that I drag him anywhere he don’t already wanna go, Sir.”
The string finally gives way and the cloth falls to the muddy ground as Baine unveils his maul.
It doesn’t look any different - still covered in flowers, beautiful and deadly - but as his hands wrap around the handle he can feel the quiet hum of dormant magic.
Red bends over and retrieves a piece of parchment tucked away in the folds of fabric at their feet. She skims it quickly before handing it over to Baine with her usual bored expression. “There’s your instructions, my petal. Seems you need to get acquainted with it before it’ll work properly, as with most magical weapons. I’ll go and have some breakfast. I’ll be back in an hour for some sparring and I expect to see something worthwhile.”
Baine barely remembers to mumble a ‘Yes sir’ as he sinks down on a nearby bench.
He tucks one leg under him and places the maul across his knee, one hand on the haft and the other on the head, fingers tangling with the vines and flowers creeping along the wood and metal. He reaches out, feels the power humming happily under his fingertips and closes his eyes. He feels the rising autumn sun doing it’s best to warm the muddy training yard and he thinks of the people waking up in Daring Heights, at the start of their day, going about their business and he thinks of how he wants to use this weapon to protect them.
He hears the quiet patter of feet and feels Frankie climb onto the bench and lie down next to him, silently.
He thinks of Sunday and his wish and promise to use his violence for good things. He thinks of Varis and the solemn promise they both made on that godforsaken mountain to come back and destroy every devil they could find. He thinks of his dad, of Thea and the people of Aschenwald that he tried to protect without having the first idea of how to go about it.
He thinks of his mother, the missing piece in his story.
The sun rises higher yet and paints the inside of his eyelids blood red. The morning is his, a voice seems to say, a fresh start and and endless opportunity at his feet.
When Red comes back an hour later, he's sat on the bench still, eyes closed and smiling.
“Well?” she says.
Baine opens his eyes. He lifts the cinder maul from his lap and holds it aloft in one hand.
“Joshua.”
We’re back!
The City of Brass is a wild place, lemme tell you. It was the usual crew; me and Sun and bossman, Traavor came and Ghesh understands the need for a decent weapon so he was game, obviously. Markas stuck around Daring after the K’ul Goran mess so he came too! It was brilliant.
We went where Ka’sam told us to go, met the enchanter, no problem. She’s all “yup, fine, no problem, but I’m gonna need some stuff first” so before you know it we’ve chartered an airship and we’re sneaking into fire giant central.
How on earth we managed to get in undetected I still don’t know. Me and Varis make enough noise in these full plates that we sound like someone tipped over a pile of pots and pans, and Markas doesn’t have a history of being very stealthy.. But somehow! We were like mice. Or ghosts. Ghost mice even.
We got made on the way out though and we had to make a run for it. As we’re sailing away over the lava this fire giant keeps chasing us and he lobbed a ball of the stuff at us, taking out the guy helming the ship. (I think his name was Nigel.) Not to worry though, I took over the helm, Varis gave the giant one the stink eye and spooked him, and then Sunday brought Nigel back.
The plane of fire is mad, Thea. We got boarded by the cutest fucking lizard things I’ve ever seen! Almost made me want to not fight them, that’s how cute they were. (But they did attack us so we fought them.)
And it was so hot?! Varis and I was baking in the full plate. Sunday and Markas didn’t seem to care though, they decided to practice dodging and Ghesh was so comfortable he pulled out a hammock and got a quality nap in. I think Traavor drank even less water than usual, he wasn’t looking too good towards the end there.
Just as we could see the Brass in the distance there’s a whole other fleet of boats trying to take us on (we hadn’t even done nothing to them?!) and they all look a lot like Nigel for some reason. Maybe it was a family thing. But we fought them too and it was a lovely time in the end.
Me side by side with Ghesh, Traavor doing sick flips onto eLk and into the bad guy’s boat, Varis flying about and giving more people the stink eye and Markas shooting people with a dope ass bow. What more can you ask for?
And now we’re back. The enchanter said she wanted to be done with this favour she owes Ka’sam so she’s gonna work double time to get max done and then send it over to me here. Can’t wait. I bet it’s gonna be perfect.
Write you soon!
All my love,
Baine”
Baine’s in his usual spot on the stable roof, taking in the sunrise when a piercing whistle cuts through the stillness. In the yard below Red is looking up at him, gesturing with a large parcel wrapped in cloth. “Seems you’ve got a delivery, rosebud.”
Recognizing the shape of his maul, Baine scrambles, forgoes the ladder and jumps straight off the roof into the yard. He lands with a heavy thud and a creak in his knee that he completely ignores, hands already reaching for the parcel.
“You’re gonna smash your brains out in my training yard one of these days,” Red says as she hands it over. “I take it that’s it then? The maul you dragged the Grandmaster to the City of Brass to have enchanted?”
Baine looks up briefly from where he’s tearing at the wrapping and grins. “I’m not sure the Grandmaster would agree with the idea that I drag him anywhere he don’t already wanna go, Sir.”
The string finally gives way and the cloth falls to the muddy ground as Baine unveils his maul.
It doesn’t look any different - still covered in flowers, beautiful and deadly - but as his hands wrap around the handle he can feel the quiet hum of dormant magic.
Red bends over and retrieves a piece of parchment tucked away in the folds of fabric at their feet. She skims it quickly before handing it over to Baine with her usual bored expression. “There’s your instructions, my petal. Seems you need to get acquainted with it before it’ll work properly, as with most magical weapons. I’ll go and have some breakfast. I’ll be back in an hour for some sparring and I expect to see something worthwhile.”
Baine barely remembers to mumble a ‘Yes sir’ as he sinks down on a nearby bench.
He tucks one leg under him and places the maul across his knee, one hand on the haft and the other on the head, fingers tangling with the vines and flowers creeping along the wood and metal. He reaches out, feels the power humming happily under his fingertips and closes his eyes. He feels the rising autumn sun doing it’s best to warm the muddy training yard and he thinks of the people waking up in Daring Heights, at the start of their day, going about their business and he thinks of how he wants to use this weapon to protect them.
He hears the quiet patter of feet and feels Frankie climb onto the bench and lie down next to him, silently.
He thinks of Sunday and his wish and promise to use his violence for good things. He thinks of Varis and the solemn promise they both made on that godforsaken mountain to come back and destroy every devil they could find. He thinks of his dad, of Thea and the people of Aschenwald that he tried to protect without having the first idea of how to go about it.
He thinks of his mother, the missing piece in his story.
The sun rises higher yet and paints the inside of his eyelids blood red. The morning is his, a voice seems to say, a fresh start and and endless opportunity at his feet.
When Red comes back an hour later, he's sat on the bench still, eyes closed and smiling.
“Well?” she says.
Baine opens his eyes. He lifts the cinder maul from his lap and holds it aloft in one hand.
“Joshua.”
