WHO: Christine, Ellana, Tessa, Minka, & Julian WHAT: doing various things throughout the latter half of Cloudreach WHEN: Cloudreach 15th - Cloudreach 30th WHERE: The Gallows
Prompts are in comments so I only get notifs once.
"Well I'll count myself lucky to never have been in the path of one, bad aim or not." She doesn't want to picture zombies who carry weapons. That would just be far too much to handle. And surely she'll never run into enemies with mauls here, right?
"Oh, yeah. The good ones to the blacksmith's forge and the bad ones left here for the next shift to deal with. I think they're gonna melt them down or something, but they want the good ones separate from the bad, so brought in at different times, I guess?"
Oh Tessa. There is undead with weapons, and creatures who carry things far worse then mauls. Pray hope you never encounter them.
That certainly peeks Sam's interest a bit more. "Sounds like they're all going down to the forge for different reasons. Sooo, the maul is... in which pile?" Honestly he wants to know why the weapons are even in this room to begin with, but that's something he knows Tessa wouldn't know.
"Oh, right. Hmm." She contemplates the heavy ass maul for a moment. "It looks pretty good. Handle's still firmly attached. Only has a few dings in the metal. I think it can go it the group that's gonna be tweaked and used again."
But after saying so, her face contorts to an expression of slight unease. "Does that sound right? Like, I'm no weapons expert. But it sounds good, right?" The second guessing is starting to flare up in her. It's so hard to make decisions, especially between two options. Tessa will just keep going back and forth, unsatisfied with both choices.
Sam chuckles at that, not to be mean, but it is a bit amusing at how much thought Tessa is giving it.
"I can tell you with good confidence that the maul is in 'pretty good' shape. Honestly it doesn't even need any work done unless they want it sharpened and polished for looks, but seriously it'll do it's job just fine as is." Looking at the piles Sam gives a sigh and rubs his head. "I don't know why they're having you do all this here. It would've been better just to bring it all down and have us in the forge separate it ourselves."
"Us? You're a blacksmith guy?" Well, isn't this convenient! Maybe she can con him get him to help assist her in this endeavor. "Dude, I know, right? It seems kinda like busywork? But I didn't want to say anything and make waves. It's my first day working here." But he seems like the type of guy she can confide to about this. As a blacksmith, he'd want to know they were getting a bunch of old weapons coming in to be serviced, right?
No, not really, unless they were possessed or something, then he'd want to know. Otherwise having the Inquisition just drop stuff on them to fix up wasn't unusual.
"Yes. I am a blacksmith 'guy'. And that does sound like busywork, but now it makes a bit more sense. First day, huh? Sounds like they needed to give you something to do while they figure something permanent." Instead of wandering around. "I take it you're one of our new arrivals then?" he asks, leaning over and grabbing a sword of the floor and giving a once over.
"Yeeeah, guess so. I can't say I mind it? Like I didn't really have a lot of skills that'd be useful in other projects, or I just wasn't interested in them. So this is good for me. I might get training in something more specialized later, but they don't have the trainers for things right now. Sorta short staffed, the way I hear it." She shrugs and moves to help him by picking up another sword. It's a bit too heavy to hold comfortably in one hand. Must need two.
"Yup. Total newbie. I'm still trying to learn where everything is. I haven't even been in the city yet. Quarantine and all."
"Well... can't say you're missing a whole lot." Kirkwall was... Kirkwall after all, and even after this long Sam still had a bias against it; small city that still managed to have huge amounts of problems.
"You seem to getting along well if you're already signed up for things and running errands. Often took a lot longer for some to get accustomed. That being said, where are you from?"
"That a fact? Is it also the City that Falls Asleep at 10pm? That's my hometown." Which is obviously an inside joke that she doesn't bother to explain. "I'm just trying to keep busy or else I'll start getting twitchy." Yeah, being without constant internet and stuff was bad, but she was always on the move and trying to survive after the zombies turned up. Here she's just sitting and waiting for new rifts to appear.
"Earth. Which I guess is common. But like, an alternate Earth to other people's, I think. Either that, or they're in for a rude awakening in their futures." Very cryptic. Much wow. "But yeah, the United States. Pittsburgh, to be specific." Which is why she has this lovely accent that sounds like someone from Boston and someone from West Virginia had angry sex in the back of a van. Trust the narrator: it's very distinct.
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"Oh, yeah. The good ones to the blacksmith's forge and the bad ones left here for the next shift to deal with. I think they're gonna melt them down or something, but they want the good ones separate from the bad, so brought in at different times, I guess?"
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That certainly peeks Sam's interest a bit more. "Sounds like they're all going down to the forge for different reasons. Sooo, the maul is... in which pile?" Honestly he wants to know why the weapons are even in this room to begin with, but that's something he knows Tessa wouldn't know.
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But after saying so, her face contorts to an expression of slight unease. "Does that sound right? Like, I'm no weapons expert. But it sounds good, right?" The second guessing is starting to flare up in her. It's so hard to make decisions, especially between two options. Tessa will just keep going back and forth, unsatisfied with both choices.
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"I can tell you with good confidence that the maul is in 'pretty good' shape. Honestly it doesn't even need any work done unless they want it sharpened and polished for looks, but seriously it'll do it's job just fine as is." Looking at the piles Sam gives a sigh and rubs his head. "I don't know why they're having you do all this here. It would've been better just to bring it all down and have us in the forge separate it ourselves."
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con himget him to help assist her in this endeavor. "Dude, I know, right? It seems kinda like busywork? But I didn't want to say anything and make waves. It's my first day working here." But he seems like the type of guy she can confide to about this. As a blacksmith, he'd want to know they were getting a bunch of old weapons coming in to be serviced, right?no subject
"Yes. I am a blacksmith 'guy'. And that does sound like busywork, but now it makes a bit more sense. First day, huh? Sounds like they needed to give you something to do while they figure something permanent." Instead of wandering around. "I take it you're one of our new arrivals then?" he asks, leaning over and grabbing a sword of the floor and giving a once over.
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"Yup. Total newbie. I'm still trying to learn where everything is. I haven't even been in the city yet. Quarantine and all."
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"You seem to getting along well if you're already signed up for things and running errands. Often took a lot longer for some to get accustomed. That being said, where are you from?"
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"Earth. Which I guess is common. But like, an alternate Earth to other people's, I think. Either that, or they're in for a rude awakening in their futures." Very cryptic. Much wow. "But yeah, the United States. Pittsburgh, to be specific." Which is why she has this lovely accent that sounds like someone from Boston and someone from West Virginia had angry sex in the back of a van. Trust the narrator: it's very distinct.