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"Warriors don’t show their heart until the axe reveals it."
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Post by Tripion -- Shudamin on Dec 15, 2019 21:46:40 GMT
If there was one thing that Tripion took great pride in, it was his weapons. His work. It was the only reason he would go into a more populated area; venturing from his little hut deep in the woods. Isolated from all others, just as he liked it. But alas, he had work to do and it brought him to the training camp where his little blacksmith tent was set up. He was already putting the final touches on his latest sword, made specially for a very important warrior. Nia's right hand woman. She had certain tasks that differed from all others and with that, came the necessity of specific weapons to do the job. He had given her a new set of arrows, meat to travel further and strike deeper. He had slightly changed the shape and width of the arrows to, what he deemed as, perfection.
Seeing her approach him now, he set down his latest sword and turned to face the Azgedan warrior. "You waste arrows," he both questioned and accused, his tone far from hostile. But . . . many didn't exactly understand him and the inner workings of his mind. Some tried to, some mocked, and some just needed him for his skills. He was indifferent to all things, because just as he held pride in his work, he knew his work was valuable enough to keep him around. And to keep him alive.
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Death Before Dishonor
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Post by Echo on Dec 26, 2019 0:06:07 GMT
 If there was something Echo took pride in, it was the fact that she was the best spy in the land, and one of the most feared. She could move without being seen, fight harder, and was smarter. It came from years of being pushed harder and faster by Nia. So no, Echo didn't miss. Any arrow that left her fingers found it's target unless there was some drastic complication.
Even among the Azgeda people, Echo was known and 'respected'. Sometimes even feared. All obeyed her knowing that Queen Nia used Echo as a spy and personal assassin. Most didn't dare speak to her in such a way. Echo didn't have many friends. She'd learned at a young age that you didn't make friends. Friends was a weakness.
Pausing to stand over the man, Echo looked down at him for a long silent moment before a smile broke out. "They each made their own kill." She told him, and moved to sit near him, offering up a small wrapped package of heated meat. Folding her legs so they crossed she ate her own meat. "My blade is getting loos from the handle." It was both asking him to fit it, while informing him it needed to be fixed.
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