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discedo_logs2008-02-19 09:37 pm
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Who: Iroh and Prydain
Where: Lander Boulevard
When: After this thread.
Rating: PG for monsterdeaths, I guess.
Summary: Iroh and Prydain chat and beat things up.
the log:
The beast - just vaguely humanoid enough to be horrifying - bleeds black. Iroh grimaces as he draws the bladed end of his naginata out of its flesh.
"I'm going to have to replace you soon, aren't I?" he asked the knife, as he wiped the gore off on the creature's corpse. Admittedly, it wasn't much of an improvement, but it stopped the blood from dripping.
Whoever had lived here before certainly hadn't lived by their swords. If they had, then they must have taken all of theirs with them when they left. Iroh had found a sword once in the city, and to say that the quality had disappointed him was something of an understatement. It was cheap, poorly made, and wouldn't hold an edge even to cut paper. A toy - a highly decorative and dangerous toy, but a toy nonetheless. Their cooking implements were more reliable - and then, even they wouldn't hold up as weapons for long.
The pole would last longer. It was sturdy - reliable - and Iroh intended to find more. Whether or not he had students in the near future, there was nothing unsensible in having a stockpile of reliable weapons in closer reach than the other side of the city. Therefore he continued his slow pace down the road - Lander Boulevard - eyes out for motion, humming to himself as he walked, his song in time with the tap of his naginata on the road.
Where: Lander Boulevard
When: After this thread.
Rating: PG for monsterdeaths, I guess.
Summary: Iroh and Prydain chat and beat things up.
the log:
The beast - just vaguely humanoid enough to be horrifying - bleeds black. Iroh grimaces as he draws the bladed end of his naginata out of its flesh.
"I'm going to have to replace you soon, aren't I?" he asked the knife, as he wiped the gore off on the creature's corpse. Admittedly, it wasn't much of an improvement, but it stopped the blood from dripping.
Whoever had lived here before certainly hadn't lived by their swords. If they had, then they must have taken all of theirs with them when they left. Iroh had found a sword once in the city, and to say that the quality had disappointed him was something of an understatement. It was cheap, poorly made, and wouldn't hold an edge even to cut paper. A toy - a highly decorative and dangerous toy, but a toy nonetheless. Their cooking implements were more reliable - and then, even they wouldn't hold up as weapons for long.
The pole would last longer. It was sturdy - reliable - and Iroh intended to find more. Whether or not he had students in the near future, there was nothing unsensible in having a stockpile of reliable weapons in closer reach than the other side of the city. Therefore he continued his slow pace down the road - Lander Boulevard - eyes out for motion, humming to himself as he walked, his song in time with the tap of his naginata on the road.