@bl00dragon
So, now that talk to bandit option already available (good job on it anyway, since looks like it’s hard) I have question, are we going to meet that arcanist(?) again? while reckless, he seems talented
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Hey, you do you. We’re just your adoring fans. Do not let us frustrate or pressure you.
Also, this may have been mentioned already, but in Chapter 3:
Taking the handicap lets you fight, FYI.
Solved.
It’s alright, you have your own things to do. I understand how time-consuming all of these are.
Always a pleasure to hear that. Good luck with all that stuff you’re working on. XD
I rarely do anything without purpose. Do you know Chekov’s gun? This arcanist is a loaded gun, only asking to be fired.
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Interesting. Anyway, looks like I kinda have ideas of mc past, it just guess though
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An ominous hiss could be heard as the armor seemed to churn around Cassius, twitching and adjusting itself, tightening on Cassius’ skeletal frame. The rattling of metal continued until the runes’ light was extinguished. The entire armor’s felsibility was put to good use as it now fitted perfectly the skeleton, the plates like a layer of scales upon an emaciated figure. The armor became an even more intimidating sight in this locked form, a famished black wolf’s appearance, only accentuated by the abstract wolf-like form of the helmet and through the two eyes of the wolf, only two ominous crimson stars could be seen.
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feasibility?
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Cassius flexed his armor-clad hands, gazing at how the plates interlocked with perfection. He bowed respectfully before me, thankful for this gift. Before walking off toward the weapon racks. He spent a minute examining the weapons at his disposal, before settling for a longsword that he sheathed at his side as a backup weapon, a kite shield that he used with his left hand and an unusual spear that catched his eye. The spear was a unique piece of equipment, something you don’t see often in arkadia. The entire weapon was made out of one piece of dark metal, its shaft was long and spiralling toward the tip of the spear. The head of the spear was a long blade approximately thirty centimeters long, a bit larger than a usual spear and was stuck between two curved blade on each side, going up to the middle of the main blade and giving the weapon more destructive potential. A Meidian trident, a weapon used by some of the greatest warriors of Meidia, and often associated with the gladiators of Meadia’s arena, it is not a weapon used by the legions however as it is not a practical weapon for meidian formations. They prefer to hide behind their shield and poke away their enemy. The meidian trident is sometimes described as the unholy child of a big-bladed spear and a dual-edged waraxe. It’s a weapon that requires great strength to wield, especially with only one hand, but Cassius didn’t chose that weapon randomly, so he should be able to manage.
- spiraling, caught, Arkadia,
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After equipping himself, Cassius took the initiative to arm the handful of undead that waited into the throne room with lesser quality weapons and armors. Before, leading them into the fortress, setting them into several key positions and giving them order to either patrol or guard, with the help of Helena translating his mute commands for the other undeads.
- You used undead as a plural earlier in the same paragraph, but added an "s"to this one.
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The most important matter dealt with, it took little time to pack up. Being undead meant we didn’t need much, no food and water at least. We took only the bare necessities, or more accurately the ‘just in case’, matresses, torches, ropes, the maps that Helena already had with her and throwing knives for both of us. With our strength and speed, throwing knives did more damage to a regular human that a crossbow bolt, it’s always useful to be able to hit your enemies from afar. Actually, I think I could kill a human with a simple rock, not as accurately though.
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mattresses
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Before continuing however, we stopped near the ruins of the outmost walls, to find somewhere relatively flat to lay the map upon.
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outermost
- “But we can’t simply get around it by following the edge of the mountain chains, the templars surely have invested the forts near the mountains.” I said, there is a lot of forts build near the mountains because of the highly defensible position, their usefulness is discutable since no army can cross the Dragonjaws, but their main use would be to patrol. And that’s surely exactly what the templars do.
- diputable
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Monster activity in Arkadia was quite developped during my life, no matter how much effort you put into fighting them, monsters still strive into the dangerous lands away from the capital. And with them, the adventurer guilds, mercenaries whose main source of income is helping the needy solve their troubles, it often means monster hunting but they are not specialized into that business unlike monster hunters.
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developed
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“Like I said before, don’t underestimate Asterius, he is no joke, and he won’t rest until he gets you. We have a month at most until he’ll be able to send a battaillion of templars knock on your door with a battering ram. He’s also one of the reasons we can’t stay put into Balespires for you to get stronger.”
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battalion
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“But if we keep moving around, he won’t be able to pin us down, and he won’t be able to deploy sufficient ressources to get us. For now, we must avoid conflict and attention. The less information on you and your location he has, the less he’ll be able to do.” she finished.
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resources
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“Very well then. We have to go north-northeast for a while. Gonna tell you when we need to change direction. I’ll guide you.” she said while packing up the map and walking toward the edge of the plain. Beckoning me to follow her.
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North north-east? A little redundant isn’t it?
- At this point, for Asterius to act against us, he would need intel. Sending his men search the east of Arkadia blindly would only lead him so far. But if he has the necessary informations, proofs, reports, anything that he could use, then we’ll give exactly the weapons he needs against us. This is why staying low is the wisest thing to do. For now.
- information
- into this first day of travel, we followed a small dirt road, barely wide enough for two people to cross without hitting each other. The first thing I noticed was a smell in the wind, the stench of smoke and the more enticing scent of cooking meat. The telltale signs of a campment, and as we drew closer on the path, my doubts were comfirmed.
- encampment, confirmed
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She seemed ready to object agains, but abstained, seemingly satisfied with the compromise. We approached, walking nonthreateningly. Helena going forward in a tense manner, her hand almost imperceptibly closer to her blade than usual, well I guess even a centimeter makes a difference for her, she’s one of the quickest draw I’ve ever seen. While I confidently strode toward their camp, like I belonged here, as if they were the one walking onto my camp and not the opposite.
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again
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Bandits are also often simple people, I must either be clear and blunt with them or try something more evolved to confuse them into talking. Bandits aren’t exacyly the brightest kind, and those were not much different.
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exactly
Ever thought of mercenary life leads to an error
- Their leader, trying his best not to shake too much and wiping the sweat on his brow adressed me “W-what do you want?” he was defeated. And he knew it.
- addressed
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The thin man almost seemed to perk up at the prospect of conversion, before rising up and closing the scroll he was reading to stuff it back into his sizeable bag.
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sizable
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“Oh, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you. Long story.” He said with a miserable tired look on his face. “Let’s just say that through several strokes of unluck I ‘entered the service’ of this rough bunch. I was probably going to leave soon, but then you arrived and… precipitated the time of my departure.” after that he concluded with a sigh “My original goal was to get the necessary materials for my researches. And then I was attacked by a bear, got lost into the woods, had to do whatever I could to avoid the templar’s attention, unwittingly burned a house and was chased by the villagers. And when I fled into the forest, I fell right into the laps of those bandits and had to travel with them for a week. Can… can you believe that?! I’m still asking myself how, in the name of Khaine, can such a peculiar following of events can happen to one man in just two days. I lived through this and I can hardly believe it myself.”
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unluckiness, misfortune
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Wow. I admit that’s… wow. I don’t think I’ve ever heard of something like that happening before. “Uh… have you offended something poweful lately?”
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powerful
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“A curse? No. That’s the worst, I consulted with several specialists, and I’m completely clean of otherworldly influence.” he said in a louder tone, as he wildly flailed his arms into the air with an irritated look on his face. Before sitting back, with a heavy sigh, one so deep it seemed to carry all the tireness of the world. “I’ve no words to describe what a rough week it has been. Please, let’s talk about something else.”
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tiredness
- “Really? I can tell the crystal holds magical energy. But what does the spere do?” I asked.
- sphere
- “Oh? Very well. Then I guess it’s a goodbye. You gave me the perfect occasion to slip away. Don’t worry about me, I have my own way of returning home. Though I’d have preferred to avoid using this, it’s for the best in those circumstances.” he said, as he rummaged through his bags and pulled out a fist-sized, runeforged crystal and threw it at his feet. Letting it break with a loud crack. At first, nothing happened, and an embarassed look appeared on his face “Did it fai-”. Just before he was engulfed into a blast of purplish light, swallowing him and the end of his sentence before closing like a vortex.
- embarrassed
- “Roland Lionheart ‘the liberator’. The one who freed Arkadia from Meidia’s yoke. The one who united the paladins for the first time in centuries, the one who fought with the entire paladin order under his banner, which is an accomplishment in and on itself. His charisma was kinda legendary, the kind of guy that wouldn’t surprise anyone if he suddenly sprouted wings and a halo to shoot light beams at their enemies, the people saw him like a saint already. Rubbish, his hands were as bloody as ours, it’s doing no one a favour to pretend otherwise.”
- but honorary American
- “Let’s hit the road now. I’m getting tired of reminiscing the ‘good old times’” she said with a sarcastical pose.
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- We continued our travel, a few hours passed and the sun was slowly setting, tinting the woods into the fiery orange of dying embers. The beautiful light of the dying day drew long shadows from the trees, as the fangs of a dark beast. Echoing the jaggged peaks of the Dragonjaw, that difused the light more and more with the passing hours.
- jagged, diffused
- The monster become more active than ever during the night. While some regions don’t have much to fear, this one has a higher than average monster activity. The few people mad enough to build in the region build fortified settlement, and stand ready to defend their lands with their life. Travelling by night is dangerous, even for the mighty, you never know what might find you anaware in the dark.
- unaware
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What? XD
Welp, it’s how you navigate with the cardinal points. I can’t really help it.
I’m going to take care of the typos tonight.
We had a conversation about this a while ago,ad you spelled favor with the queen’s English. I believe the honorary American pass allows three strikes before we take your guns 
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I guess I speak and write a more french english than an american or british english. Eh, even when I talk I still have ze french accent.
As long as you don’t take my swords I don’t care. XD
I always write favour this way, it’s closer to the french ‘faveur’ than favor.
Only if they’re swords made for Americans… so that’s a small group…
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I always write favour this way, it’s closer to the french ‘faveur’ than favor.
[/quote]Darn ethnic and cultural biases. Welp gotta deduct a point from my U.S conversion rate…
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Uh-oh all but one of my swords was made in other countries for their people
(they are in the 40-80 years old range save for the one i bought at medieval times)
Edit: Oops one was Made in my great granddads childhood so its older…
is indefinitely borrowing them acceptable? I like swords…And English longbows
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MINE! ALL MINE!!!
ok then thats fine…LOOK A DISTRACTION! Runs off with sword
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I just realized something if you are evil and cruel enough could you become an honorary demon
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You know guys I mean this with the best intentions and a loving heart. You’re all clinically insane in the membrane. Then again aren’t we all just a little? 
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life is no fun if your not a little bit crazy
What are you talking about? I am the sane one around here
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By whose definition?
The accredited institute of Latveria medical
And my own…
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