[Sometimes you have good days, sometimes you have bad days, and sometimes you have days that fall solidly in the middle. Like this one.
One of the red ones had spotted Edward quickly—his own damn fault, he’d overestimated that one branch’s capability of holding him and fell to the ground with all the grace and dignity of a newborn colt. That had been a hard fight, with one of his swords breaking in the process, but eventually Edward had skewered the bastard on his other sword. Which, uh, broke immediately. So that’s something he’ll need to get fixed already.
The other three fall easily enough to Edward’s hidden blade, with one taking only two steps away from his hiding place before it collapses right in front of the blue one. As the fellow kneels down in horror, Edward comes out of hiding to yank him into the bush and slam the blade in. It jams after that, and he curses under his breath—if he’s down to one blade, he’ll have to avoid any more fights on the way back.
All right, though. The umbrella and the knife. Edward searches through the stronghold, finding the umbrella after a bit of effort and just barely managing to catch sight of the knife. It’s a wicked-looking knife, and he’s half-tempted to keep it for himself, but. He’s not about to renege on a contract—he’s no snake, unlike some people he can think of—so he slides it onto his belt and takes the umbrella, heads on back.
When he pushes the door open, a couple of hours after he left, it’s clear he’s just been through a hell of a time, but he smirks when he sees Jinwoo and puts the umbrella on the table, then the knife. If Jinwoo looks, he can see that there are two blades, hidden with a spring-loaded mechanism, strapped to Edward’s forearms. One of them currently seems a little broken, but repairable. It also has bokoblin blood on it.]
It’s done. They’ll not bother anyone again. [He slumps into a seat.] Do you know if there’s a blacksmith in town?
2/2, five d20 rolls and two investigation checks later, tw murder
One of the red ones had spotted Edward quickly—his own damn fault, he’d overestimated that one branch’s capability of holding him and fell to the ground with all the grace and dignity of a newborn colt. That had been a hard fight, with one of his swords breaking in the process, but eventually Edward had skewered the bastard on his other sword. Which, uh, broke immediately. So that’s something he’ll need to get fixed already.
The other three fall easily enough to Edward’s hidden blade, with one taking only two steps away from his hiding place before it collapses right in front of the blue one. As the fellow kneels down in horror, Edward comes out of hiding to yank him into the bush and slam the blade in. It jams after that, and he curses under his breath—if he’s down to one blade, he’ll have to avoid any more fights on the way back.
All right, though. The umbrella and the knife. Edward searches through the stronghold, finding the umbrella after a bit of effort and just barely managing to catch sight of the knife. It’s a wicked-looking knife, and he’s half-tempted to keep it for himself, but. He’s not about to renege on a contract—he’s no snake, unlike some people he can think of—so he slides it onto his belt and takes the umbrella, heads on back.
When he pushes the door open, a couple of hours after he left, it’s clear he’s just been through a hell of a time, but he smirks when he sees Jinwoo and puts the umbrella on the table, then the knife. If Jinwoo looks, he can see that there are two blades, hidden with a spring-loaded mechanism, strapped to Edward’s forearms. One of them currently seems a little broken, but repairable. It also has bokoblin blood on it.]
It’s done. They’ll not bother anyone again. [He slumps into a seat.] Do you know if there’s a blacksmith in town?