My latest purchase is not out of vanity but of necessity. And it's a mighty blade indeed.The lords of the night have been giving me problems as of late. The unholy ones. The vampires. (Especially when decked out in full HP Regen 2 armor.) My lethal poison may be strong enough to pierce even their poison resistant skin, but this blade will penetrate even the thickest of armors and they seem to be allergic to the rare metals imbued within.
*runs off to Fire Dungeon to test his new toy*
Blood is in the air. I can smell it. Taste it.
I recall to the entrance of Fire and am greeted by the most curious of creatures.A bardic necromancer...?
And a backpack full of books!
The vampires will have to wait because more pressing matters require my attention. I stealth up close and she doesn't make a sound. Sleeping? It's hard to tell, but I know one way to find out.
My fingers are itching for some action. With four sets of eyes watching close by and the town guards even closer, I would have to be extra careful. I reach in a grab the first book.
...
Not a sound.
*grin*
I help myself to seconds.
Still, no one notices. Was it a trap? Or just blind luck? Whatever it was, I would soon find out. Either way, there is not point in stopping now. I continue my plunder.A third!
My heart races faster. This was a hot spot, full of the comings and goings of all types of characters from all sorts of lands. I quicken my pace.
Powerful Peacer: how's it goin bro?
!!!
"Nothing, just robbing you blind as we speak." I dare not say aloud. Yet the game has taken an interesting turn. I don't panic. Instead, I keep this one talking. There were many more books to be had.
Chad Sexington: yo
(Peace offering?)
I snatch a fourth book while I realize my situation. He wasn't an evil person. He was just a nice guy with an adorable face. In fact, he goes on and on about how his family is struggling to make ends meet ever since his wife died of a horrible disease. He sold the house, the dogs & cats, and gathered his life savings to finance this last trip in search of treasure to barter for a better life on behalf of his family.
Little Lisa hadn't eaten in five days.
He hands me a valentine's day card: "To Chad Sexington, from Little Lisa. With love."
The "I"'s were doted with hearts.
(Boy, my face was red.)
He keeps talking, I keep listening, and my fingers are working overtime. I scratch my head as something begins to nag at my brain. Whatever's left of my conscience keeps yapping. I choke it, throw it back in its cell and tell it (once more) not to bother me when I'm thinking.
(That'll teach'em.)
...Now where was I.I take a fifth book and he springs into action! The conversation comes to a screeching halt. At a safe distance he moves the sixth (and last) book to the side, looks behind it and finds nothing. He drops it, shoves it to the side again, and again nothing.
Ho-HO!
The game is up! Yet I have all the pieces! I throw up my hands, inform him that I'm late for a dinner date, take a bow, and make my grand exit.
I recall home and add these new additions to my ever growing library.It raises up like an over-compensating phallic symbol.
It's glorious. ^^
...
What's that?
Vampires you say? Oh yes, after searching the dungeons of Fire, Despise, and Shame, I did find what I wanted... but the outcome was less graceful that I had hoped it would be:
(Boy, my face was red.)
