[F5|SP] Been Through the Desert on a Horse with No Name <The Wanderer>

[Astreya 0]

Quest Details: 

Spoiler

 

Requirements:

• Roleplay speaking to <<Zamek>>.

• <<Zamek>> moves slowly, so it will take considerable time to travel the five miles through the desert.

• Encounter bandits at least once, and roleplay the interactions.

• Find protection from a sudden sandstorm.

• Safely escort <<Zamek>> to the hiding spot.

Summary:

"Are you an adventurer?" You turn to see a man with a long, white beard and a slight hunch to his back. Despite being wrapped in a heavy wool cloak, unusual given the floor's hot climate, his entire body shakes. "I am terribly sorry to bother you, but I need help. I-" the NPC, whose name appears to be Zamek, coughs violently for a moment. After a few long, shaky breaths, he continues. "I have a treasure chest of sorts, buried in the desert, at the base of some uniquely shaped rocks. The contents are incredibly important to me, but I am too ill to make the journey alone. Would you escort me there? Though I cannot offer you much col.  But, should you offer your assistance, I would be eternally grateful."

 

The constant sand that blew around the town made Astreya wonder what she’d thought in coming up here.  There wasn’t much to see here on the Fifth Floor, in all honesty, and the young woman had felt that perhaps there was a better place to be.  Granted, part of that came from the fact that there was the active sandstorm right now blowing through the entire city, and that made it incredibly difficult for her to actually be able to see anything.  That and the fact that she was dressed in the heavy armor she was made it a little annoying to deal with all of the sand around her.

At least the game didn't have grit physics or anything that was going to cause it to chafe on her body.  She exhaled softly as she began to take a few steps forward through the streets, trying mostly to find out what she was looking for.  Supposedly, she had heard about an old man NPC here in this town that needed help with something, and while he didn't really offer much in the way of Col or EXP, there was a good skill that you could only get if you were able to assist him.  That was about on-brand for what the young woman had figured out about this game so far, anyway.

She nodded to herself, adjusting her armor slightly as she moved further into the town, her gaze flickering this way and that as she sought to see if she could find out where the old man was located at all.  Thankfully, after a few moments, the sandstorm began to steadily subside, leaving her alone in the middle of the town.  "Come on.  Where is everyone?" the woman asked, frowning slightly as she glanced around here and there.

Astreya Statblock: 
(Forthcoming)

[Astreya 0]

The empty town felt a little weird around her, but she also really didn't know if that was normal, or if it was because of the sandstorm.  She supposed if it was like some sort of scripted event, that would mean that there was likely a normal occurrence for all the people in the town to be suddenly absent, even if it was a little weird.  

"Hey, you here for the old man too?"

She blinked, glancing over her shoulder as she heard a voice.  A rather unassuming young man with dark-brown hair and eyes that Astreya would probably call grey-green spoke, approaching her.  He was lightly armored, and she'd guess that he wasn't wearing the same type of armor as she, and he had a set of daggers at his waist.  A quick-moving fighter, it seemed like, if she had to guess.  "Like, totally," she responded, beaming him a grin.

He didn't seem to be too surprised at her response, and merely smiled.  "I'm Jossin.  I heard about things here, and thought I could see about helping the old fellow out.  What's your name?" he asked.

Astreya beamed a smile at him at the demeanor.  Friendly, but not overbearing.  Unlike her, she supposed, but that was neither here nor there.  "Astreya.  Or you can call me Iris, too.  Either one's fine, really," the girl responded, giving him a small nod.  "So like, the old man is around here for the quest, right?" she asked, glancing at him.  If he knew about this quest already that would make life so much easier on her.  That would keep her from looking like a fool if she couldn't figure it out.

"Yeah.  He should be here soon, from what I know," he spoke, and Astreya nodded in response, not necessarily shy, but trying to figure out a little about this guy.
 

[Astreya 0]

"So are you, like, normally around here?  I don't come to this floor, like, very often, and I like to talk to people- I just haven't seen you around, y'know?" she asked, glancing toward him.  He certainly seemed equipped for the fifth floor, with his lighter armaments and such.  Astreya felt like she was going to have one heck of a time in the sand . "Like, is your house on this floor too?" she inquired, curious.  She didn't yet have a house... but she planned to get one eventually.  She just kept putting it off in lieu of crashing at the inn with its free food.

The man nodded.  "My home isn't too far from here.  I don't venture to the other floors very much, but I'm always on the lookout for things to do.  I just actually learned about the old man recently, though.  I guess that's what shows that there's a lot more happening that we're aware of."

She nodded at that, about to respond when the sounds of people started to come forth again, and it seemed whatever event had caused the people to vacate the town had ended, and the streets steadily began to once more fill up with other individuals.  "Excuse me... are you an adventurer?" a sudden, tinny  voice spoke, and the young woman blinked, turning to see the old man.  He shook with the very effort to stand it seemed, his body hidden beneath the brown cloak.  "I'm terribly sorry to have to bother you... but I need assistance.  I-" he began, before sudden wracking coughs seemed to take him.

Astreya, alarmed, moved forward to steady the fellow. She knew that it didn't actually do anything, but she still couldn't just let him cough nonstop without any sort of help.
 

[Astreya 0]

Eventually, the old man gave a small breath, ceasing the coughing fit as he looked toward Astreya and Jossin with a small nod, drawing in a shaky little breath.  "I thank you.  I have some priceless items contained in a chest out in the desert.  The chest is buried at the base of some oddly-shaped rocks.  If you'd be willing to escort me I...well, I have little to offer in payment, but I would be eternally grateful."

"Of course!  Jossin, you're in too, right?" she asked, glancing back toward him.

The man nodded.  "Of course.  I'd be happy to help," he offered with a small smile and nod toward the pair.

"Awesome!  Okay so we just need to escort you out into the desert to find them, right?" the girl asked, looking to the old timer with a genuinely curious expression on her face.  "That can't be that far, right?"

"It was a trip I made back when I was a younger man, so unfortunately it is quite the hike.  Beyond that, I-" the old man began, coughing once more, putting his lips to the sleeve of the heavy wool cloak he wore.  "I am...frail, now.  And things are difficult for me that weren't before.  I will need some rest, now and then."

"That's no problem!  We can chat a long the way!  I'm sure you've got a lot of stories to share," Astreya beamed, glancing back at Jossun.  He was pretty quiet overall, but that didn't bother her.  Astreya talked enough for a couple of people, so she didn't at all mind.  "What's your name?  I'm Astreya, and this is Jossun."

"My name is Zamek, young lady.  Thank you.  I look forward to your assistance," he spoke, nodding at the pair of them before he pointed to the desert.  "If you are ready, then so am I."
 

[Corvo 0]

It took far longer than he liked to weasel the location of this particular quest out of a broker. Whether they disliked his attitude or the fact that he refused to pay for what should have been common knowledge, the woman that he didn't deserve the time of day. Luckily, another Player had been less stingy with his pocketbook, and Corvo just happened to listen in on the conversation. "Damn shame," he muttered. "Whatever happened to the kindness of strangers?" he asked the world, ironically.

Aincrad failed to respond in an affable manner.

"Yeah," he snorted. "Feeling's mutual." The crimson eyed youth ambled through the windblown town, eyes squinted to ward off the grains of sand that rubbed his flesh raw. He had a rough idea of where the quest should have started- the one that would let him travel virtually anywhere in Aincrad, without worrying about the environment- but initially, he saw no NPC.

Rather, what he saw was a pair of Players talking. One more than the other, in the most infuriating speech pattern he could possibly imagine. "You've gotta be kidding me," he sneered. Thankfully, he could avoid interaction with that one outright, since the quest did not require him to be in a group...

He watched an older, sickly character enter the fray. The woman exchanged words with him, and in her zeal, drafted another Player to help him. It was when he revealed his name that Corvo groaned audibly. "Of course it is," the blonde rolled his eyes. 

It didn't stop him. No- Corvo wanted what the man had to offer, and he wasn't the type to back down without taking what he came for. 

He stepped into the group like he belonged there from the start, arms folded, and glanced between the three of them critically. "I heard that you needed help," he addressed the old man directly. Quest NPCs were easy. Players less so. If he triggered the quest before they had time to weigh in, he could join the ragtag band and sponge off of their luck. Better than scrounging around in a giant litter box for hours by himself.

"And so, I have decided to be charitable. You may thank me after we find your effects."

Spoiler

Corvo

Level 9

HP 180/180
EN 36/36

Base Damage: 8  Mitigation: 12 Accuracy: 3 Evasion: 0 Bleed: 12 Risky: 8 Recovery

 

Edited February 26, 2022 by Corvo

[Bismuth 0]

Bismuth was uncharacteristically whistling as he walked, but that was because today was special, he had finally been able to get a full nights rest, no work keeping him up, and no nightmares to wake up to, the rings around his eyes were still noticeable, though hidden somewhat by his golden glasses. Bismuth decided that it would be nice to celebrate by spending the day out in the hot glaring desert gathering materials and just exploring, that may not seem like any fun to most people, but to Bismuth that was a perfect afternoon. The sun was shinning off of his glasses as he walked through the city heading for one of the many gates that led out of town, It was his plan to just have a quiet and solitary day, but that changed when he noticed one of his two friends, Astreya standing at the gate chatting away with a group of people.

"Astreya!" Bismuth started jogging waving at his friend as soon as he noticed her. It didn't take long before he reached her, and made note of all the people around her two of them seemed to be players, and one of them seemed to be an NPC. "You going on a quest?" Bismuth was just planning on gathering today, but perhaps joining Astreya would be more fun. "Oh how rude of me, my name is Bismuth" he reached a hand out to shake each of the other men in turn. His long somewhat curly brown hair was tied up in a bun, a pair of round golden glasses partially his a pair of tired brown eyes, a curved sword hanging at his hip, the only armor he had on was incredibly light, made of nothing more than cloth. A warm smile still plastered on his face as he held his hand out.

Spoiler

Bismuth,
Level: 13
Paragon Level: 0
HP: 260/260
EN: 44/44

Stats:
Damage: 5
Mitigation: 20
Evasion: 4
Accuracy: 1
Loot Dice: 6
BLD: 12

Equipped Gear:
Weapon: T1 P Dagger <Ketsushouken> BLD 2, DAM 1
Armor: T1 P Cloth Armor <Ryuusou> EVA 3
Misc: T1 P Trinket <Hikei> LD 3

Skills:
Dagger R1
Cloth Armor R5
Searching R2
Lock Picking R1

Active Mods:

Inactive Mods:

Addons:
Nimble

Active Extra Skills:
Hiding R2

Battle Ready Inventory:
Starter Healing Potions x3
T1 P Trinket <Koumi> ACC 3 x1
T1 Uncommon Health Potion x5
T1 Rare Health Potion x1

Loot Dice:
Gathering: 6
Looting: 6
Finding Chests: 6
Looting Chests: 0
Finding Dungeons: 6
Finding Labyrinths: 6

 

Edited March 6, 2022 by Bismuth

[Astreya 0]

Astreya nodded toward the two that she was ready to go off with, about to take their first steps into the desert beyond, when there was suddenly a new figure that approached from the side.  Astreya felt her hand instinctively move up to her weapon's hilt, not at all comfortable with random individuals showing up... but as he began to speak, Astreya tilted her head to the side slightly in a questioning manner, trying to figure out just what had happened.  

The blonde-haired fellow didn't address her at all, or Jossun.  Instead he spoke directly to the old man, as if he were looking to just... get in on the quest without actually asking for permission as part of the escort quest.  "Uh, hey!  Hi!" Astreya called, waving her hand at the newcomer.  "If you're like, looking to come along too, that's like, totally fine with me," she spoke, beaming a smile his way.

She wasn't overly familiar with who this was, but she could see Jossun starting to look a little less interested all of a sudden at the arrivaal of the new individual.  It seemed like the man was about to speak to her, but it was then that Bismuth called out Astreya's name and the girl blinked, turning to grin and wave toward her friend.  "Bis!" she called, waving both hands overhead.  "Yeah!  I heard that, like, helping out this old guy had a good reward for tanking so like, I figured I could help out," she spoke, giving him a small grin.  "This guy wants to help too," she spoke, gesturing toward Corvo.  

"I'm Astreya," she chimed in as Bismuth introduced himself.  She glanced over to see Jossun retreating and she blinked, frowning as she saw the man darting around the corner of a building and she frowned, confused again.  What..?  Maybe he knew the blonde guy?  He didnt' even say anything as he'd left.  What a weird guy.

"Well, like, anyway.  Let's totally go out into the desert.  It'll be fun probably!" she called, beginning to head out.  As the 'tank' of their group, she wanted to be first in line, to keep things away.

[Corvo 0]

The Older man seemed to accept his inclusion without even asking, and the conversation abruptly ended as the newcomer spoke with the woman. It ended just as he'd intended- without a fuss, and with him included in the group without the need to ask for permission. After all, it was always easier to ask forgiveness- who am I kidding, I'm not going to do that either, Corvo snorted as he glanced from one player to the other, ultimately disinterested in who they were. It was what they contributed that mattered, and so long as the quest moved forward, even that was an afterthought. The woman insinuated that she would be fine if he came along, but he seemed to ignore the sentiment as though it did not matter.

Bismuth introduced himself and Corvo's ruby gaze found him, assessing. The man seemed slightly more agreeable than the woman, at least in terms of introductions. She was less forthcoming, and his immediate impression was that she was "tolerating" his presence. Astreya followed by introducing herself, almost like she were following some kind of social protocol. "Corvo," he responded. It seemed that some of the dogs in this world clung to the conventions of the one they'd left behind, at least. It was best to entertain them where necessary. If just to prevent friction.

Friction was still inevitable.

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"Well, like, anyway.  Let's totally go out into the desert.  It'll be fun probably!"

Corvo found his gaze following the woman skeptically. Who thought of traipsing through the desert as fun, even in the real world? Or did she mean going together as a group? No- that was just as unlikely, given the current climate between them. Sweaty with a high probability of disagreement. Granted, Corvo was known for being flamboyant and over the top, but he hadn't gauged this group well enough yet to unleash the hellish beast of his ego on the poor, unfortunate souls. He leaned toward Bismuth and quietly asked, "which part is the fun one? Do you know?" 

He spied the other Player who hadn't said anything and chuckled. That guy had the right idea. Corvo's gazed moved back to Astreya as she hurried ahead, out to the point position. With a sigh, he resigned himself. One guy seemed normal, the other seemed eager to get things over with, and the woman- well, who knew with that one. He got himself moving and trudged along behind her, close to Zamek. The old man coughed intermittently, but kept the pace as diligently as he could. I get it now. The fun part must be babysitting the guy with COPD, he reasoned silently. That thought caused him to laugh audibly.

His father would have slapped him in the face for laughing at a joke like that. Corvo felt himself sneer at that thought. "Which way?" he asked Zamek. 

Edited February 28, 2022 by Corvo

[Bismuth 0]

Bismuth smiled, he was already planning on going out on an adventure anyways, but seemingly he had just gained two companions stronger than himself, especially one of them was his friend. "Well it's nice to meet you Corvo." Bismuth smiled at Astreya nodding at her when she said that they should get going, "Probably the exploration, and the materials around here aren't bad either." Bismuth wasn't really keeping himself quiet as he responded to Corvo's question. "I'm glad I ran into you both, though where did that other guy get off to?" Bismuth looked around a bit, not having noticed his exit "Well, I guess no matter. I was heading out to get some ingredients, but I can do that while we do this quest." Bismuth was clearly more talkative then usual, his tired demeanor being abated today.

Bismuth walked somewhat behind Astreya as she left, excited himself for the potential adventure to come, and hopefully the materials that he could garner from it. "So, what exactly does this quest entail, other than the escort?" Bismuth had joined in rather late, and so wanted to be filled in on their task, because as it seemed he was the only one that didn't know what was going on fully.

[Astreya 0]

Astreya could tell that the blonde-haired man wasn't going to be quite the sort as a lot of the other people that she'd met so far, here in Sword Art Online.  But that was fine- it wasn't like this was her only experience with people, and back in the real world, long before all of this had happened to them, she was used to dealing with all sorts.  He offered his name, and she gave him a winning smile at that, thankful that he had been at least willing to provide that information to her, at least.  "It's like, totally awesome to meet you!" she cheered, keeping things as positive as possible.

The snarky remark toward Bismuth didn't go unnoticed, but the fact that Bis was completely earnest in his own focus of the gathering of materials and information caused that to fall flat.  She didn't know if Bismuth had missed it entirely or if he was just not entertaining the snarky attitude, but all the same, Astreya didn't particularly mind.  It was good to know that she had someone on her side a bit.

Zamek glanced toward Corvo with a small nod at his question, the old man gesturing toward what looked like an oncoming sandstorm.  "We will need to traverse... this way, I'm afraid," the old man spoke, wheezing slightly in between the two parts of his sentence.  "The sands can be quite brutal.  I am...quite used to it, but I pray you... aren't harmed much by them," the man continued, not yet at a point where he needed a break, but Astreya could practically feel that coming soon.

At Bismuth's question, Astreya glanced toward him with a grin.  "Like, from what I heard, it was like... you help him and there's a cool Skill.  I'm not totally sure what like, the skill is, or if we need to like... do more besides help him through the sandstorm?" she continued.  "But like, I heard it wasn't all that hard, at least," she added.

"If any nasties come out though, like, I'll keep ya safe Bis," she spoke, beaming a smile at him before she glanced toward Corvo.  "Are you, like, a combat type or do you do more of the like... support and searching and stuff like Bismuth?" she asked, tilting her head a little as they moved, the sands whipping around them.  "If you need, I can like, take care of any monsters or whatever," she spoke, waving a hand into the air as the sand crunched underfoot.

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Sandstorm: 204688
CD: 3 (No Damage Taken)

[Corvo 0]

Corvo listened to the man respond with none of the subtlety- or feigned subtlety, as the case may have been- the question had been asked with. Whether he was being intentionally obtuse or otherwise, it mattered little. Corvo offered a pained sigh and a shrug in response, as though it was the best he could do. The whole world had gone mad long ago. Who was he to hold on?

Instead, Bismuth seemed interested in collecting flowers. Or, whatever it was that he intended to collect. Corvo wasn't really paying that much attention to the finer details. They were going the same way, and they'd be taking on part of the burden so that he wouldn't have to shoulder all of it himself. That was the part that mattered.

Both of them seemed extraordinarily happy to meet someone new. That struck him as odd. Was their time in this world so soul shattering that any new face was a welcome respite?

Well... maybe that was better than no respite at all, and wanting nothing to do with anyone.

...nah, couldn't be.

He gave a non-commital grunt, and hazarded to speak. "Yeah, sure, good to mmmmyou, and all that," he murmured everyrhing after the word "good" like he didnt really want to be saying it. It was when Astreya broached the topic of a skill that he snapped remotely to attention. That was what brought him here, too. So the info was good. It was worth listening to the two of them be nice to each other after all!

Corvo glanced out over the sandstorm they were about to walk into, and his jaw set. "Looks about as inviting as a 1850s Baptism in Georgia would to Malcolm X," he commented offhand as Zamek addressed his question. The old man looked at him, confused. "Ah, don't worry buddy. I think everyone else understood the reference."

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 "Are you, like, a combat type or do you do more of the like... support and searching and stuff like Bismuth?" 

At that question, his ruby reds moved to regard Astreya and he managed a cockeyed grin and summoned his massive greataxe to hang over his shoulder. "Anything needs killin'll get killed right," he assured her. That was about the only language he cared to speak. Violence.

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 "If you need, I can like, take care of any monsters or whatever."

"Don't you worry over me, missy." The sands rolled around them as he strode forward, hefting the massive weapon of war that dwarfed him, quite comically as he went.

ID: 204816 CD: 7 [No Damage]

Edited March 5, 2022 by Corvo

[Bismuth 0]

"Well that sounds neat, at least the rewards will be okay. Hopefully the skill ends up being useful, I could really use a boost to my power." Bismuth smiled as he looked towards the sandstorm that seemed to be raging through the desert sands in front of them. Bismuth quietly smiled at his own luck, he had glasses, and thanks to that, he wouldn't have to worry about the sand getting in his eyes, though he couldn't speak so confidently about the rest of himself. These glasses were more than just for show though, they provided him with a better ability to see the materials that he needed to collect, making them shimmer with a blue aura, something that he had grown accustomed to looking out for by now. 

Bismuth chuckled a bit at Corvo's joke, smiling "I don't think I have ever heard that one before, I have to add it to my repertoire." Bismuth could tell that the man who had arrived here before them was an odd character, and the grin he wore at the thought of killing made a shiver run down Bismuth's spine, making a mental note to watch out for him as they walked out into the storm, which didn't seem so bad for now. There were no blue auras, which were going to be really hard to see in this storm, but hopefully not impossible. Bismuth "I appreciate the help Astreya, I don't know how I would ever make it out of town without you or Nari." Bismuth thought back on almost every quest he had been on, which so far seemed to involve one of the two of them, except his foray with Freyd, and their help had been immense so far on his journey and research.

Spoiler

Gathering:

LD: 7 + 6 = 13 = Failure

Sandstorm

CD: 3 = No Damage

 

Edited March 6, 2022 by Bismuth

[Astreya 0]

Man.  What a dick.

The thoughts in Astreya's head didn't make it to her features at all, of course, the young woman not wanting to cause an enemy out of a potential ally.  If nothing else, if she could learn what made him tick a little and played to those bits of personality with him, she could at least keep cordial.  Being a friend with a jerk was better than no friend at all, so far as Astreya was concerned.  At Bismuth's notes though, she nodded.  "Yeah!  Supposedly it'll, like, help with a lot of other Quests too!" she cheered.

Still, she laughed a bit at Corvo's "joke," even with the dark humor that it had, before he went onto show the weapon that he used for killing things.  Despite herself, her eyes widened a little bit from the sheer oversized nature of the weapon, and she couldn't help but to be...curious about it.  Did the weapon hit harder because it was so big?  Was he overcompensating for other things?  Maybe he just thought it looked cool?

She wasn't sure, but she was starting to find a few things to ask and pick at him over.  "Well, like yeah!  With an axe that size you don't need to like, worry about much," the girl spoke, shaking her head.  "The game's engine doesn't like, let you hit harder with a bigger weapon, right?" she asked, playing up the part of the fool, mostly just to hear how he answered the question.

However, Bismuth spoke up then and she beamed a smile to the man.  "It's, like, totally good to hear that you're doing well!  Any time you need help, like, just ask!" she cheered, even as the sands began to pick up again.  "All this stupid sand.  Maybe, like, this won't be any fun," she offered, grinning slightly.

Sandstorm Check:
ID 205018
CD: 9 (No damage!)

[Corvo 0]

In another life, this was exactly the kind of person he would have kept around. 

The social games that they played, the pomp and circumstance that followed with being regarded as higher class- all the things his family expected him to learn and comply with drove him toward these frauds. People who learned to hide their faces behind masks and smiled, even when they hated what they acquiesced to. Somewhere in this world, alone, aware, beyond the reach of pretense Evan learned that it was just that. A part that they played to adjust and conform. The other two were smiles and concessions- @Bismuth and @Astreya even laughed at the foulest joke he could have conjured. His jaw set for a moment as they continued to walk.

All of the conditioning and everything he'd learned had shattered like glass and lithified into resentment.

Hostility.  

The tools he'd forged to create bonds with others became barbed, cruel weapons for keeping them away. He wanted no part of conformity in this false reality, or with people who would not mean anything on the outside. If they even saw the outside again. Aincrad had taken everything from him. The only thing that mattered now was whatever he could scrape and scrounge back. The other two spoke about strength, about a newfound power that waited for them at the end of this soiree into the shifting sands. That was what unified them. It was the only common ground they needed, as far as he was concerned. If they wanted to claim power for themselves, if they wanted to take something back that Aincrad had stolen- that, at the very least, was respectable. He wouldn't balk at it.

Survival demanded that much.

The weapon shifted on his shoulder as she asked about it, and he turned his stern gaze to regard Astreya. "Doubt it," he said. Power scaled in terms of level and skills in this world. Even with preexisting talent, numbers were god here. The truth was, he'd always been small, a lanky youth with some strength, but ultimately not the thicker muscled strongman he wanted to be. In Aincrad, none of that mattered. He could heft a massive axe comically like it was nothing and spit in the face of his shortcomings. It was also his small form of rebellion. Whatever this world took from him, he would take back in whatever manner he was allowed. If that was playing out some Conan the Barbarian fantasy- what did he care what anyone else thought? "Feels damn good to swing it, though," Corvo shrugged. "And watching whatever I hit die, little by little."

He made certain that his diction was clear. People, monsters- it was a fairly indiscriminate wording. In this world, nothing was sacred. He'd slash through anything that got in his way.

"Too bad, though," he made a dismissive gesture toward the coarse grain that whipped wildly about them. "Can't just cut my way through a sandstorm."

Whenever people started to get too close, Corvo made a point of letting them know. The crazy started to come out. He didn't shy away from laying it on thick, either. His eyes gleamed madly as his grin widened.

The axe scattered into fragments as he unsummoned it. He hadn't missed the other player simply disappearing into the thick of the storm, and he trusted the situation even less than the other two- but staying alert and calling attention to the missing person wouldn't draw them into a false sense of security, if they did have grim intentions. And Corvo wished the motherfucker would. 

"...not into big weapons, izzat it?" he asked abruptly, shattering the tension with a quick, raunchy pass at the woman. His heart wasn't in it, certainly- but then, she wasn't the only Charlatan with some modicum of training in the art.

Sandstorm check:

ID:205291 CD: 6 [No Damage]

Edited March 8, 2022 by Corvo