Quest Pormont The Sorrow Knight

[Erendis Ainsley]

It had been a faintly gloomy day in pormont, a faint drizzle of rain watering endless waves of wheat. It was a nice day for the plants, but for most the rain was probably off putting or discomforting. The dim mood of a cloudy day, the faint drizzle of water causing others to scatter, but for Erendis, the weather was perfect. Looking up at the raindrops as the fell, feeling them against her face, she cracked a faint smile at the sensation, the relief that came from it. It was a refreshing rain for the woman after a hard fight. "Brionac." She would call while raising a hand. From one of the low level kobold corpses, her spear that had been thrust into the remains suddenly jerked. With a sharp motion the weapon swung up on it's own. Letting out the sound of reverberation as it suddenly rotated before darting to Erendis's hand.

The moment her hand clenched around it's appearance would shift with a flash of light, turning from a spear into a scaled creature that slipped from her hand and slowly coiled around her arm up to her shoulders. "Try not to eat so much, we still have more leveling to do after this, there's plenty of meat out there." She spoke, bringing her sleeve to the serpent's mouth, despite having the appearance of a snake, it's mouth was full of razor sharp teeth. Wiping the creature's mouth after it had it's head buried in a creature's chest, Eren's small smile widened as it tried to avoid her sleeve favoring a sloppy mouth. The knight girl was persistent though chuckling as she wiped the serpent's mouth diligently until it began to protest at her.

"You're fine Brio. It's nice and rainy too, you shouldn't be so agitated just from a little blood splash. We've still got some work to do studying techniques together after all, don't forget mm?" She spoke using her thumb to stroke between it's eye. It seemed to relax gradually with the rubbing, settling down around her body and shoulder laying it's head down on her while she patted it. Soon she'd have to change locations and find another easy to pick off group of beasts.

@Avery Aphelion

 

[Avery Aphelion]

Avery was on the hunt for a new bow.

She had started to level up her Ranged Weapon mastery, and was slowly getting the hang of semi-realistic archery. She decided it was time for her to reward herself with a sleek new weapon. Her current one was functional, but not sturdy. Or strong. Or cool.

It didn’t take long for her to find a weapon vendor. Alongside some other weaponry in the front display, there sat a remarkably beautiful bow. It looked brand new, well refined, and as Avery examined it, she noticed that it had a marked-down price. Avery hadn’t an appraiser’s eye, nor a skeptic’s question. Judging by the aesthetic, a weapon of this caliber didn’t warrant such a low price tag. She had to have it. She handed her money to the merchant and took the bow in an instant.

As Avery carried away her supposedly underpriced prize, she felt the wood splinter her hand. “Ow!” She dropped the bow and examined her hand. Sure enough, minute pieces of wood poked out of her palm. She looked back down at the bow. The handle was alluring, and perfectly polished. The woodwork was void of visible flaws. Avery started to reach for it, so she could pick it up and examine it closer.

“Don't touch me.”

Avery jumped and looked around her to see who said that. No one was near her, or so she thought. It dawned on her that she heard the voice in her deaf ear. By way of her magical receptacle, that meant that the voice had to be magic of some kind. She looked back down to the bow with wide eyes. “Did you just speak to me?”

No response. She stared stupidly at the weapon, then laughed out loud at the fact that she thought a bow could talk to her. This was a fantasy world where, supposedly, anything was possible, but even that seemed too much. She had never seen a talking weapon, and the very idea seemed nonsensical. Perhaps the foolish bounds of her imagination was beyond this world’s capabilities.

Avery reached down again to retrieve the mundane, mouthless piece of wood.

“Are you deaf? Don’t touch me.”

She blinked. This time she was sure she heard it speak. She picked it up, despite its orders, and was again stabbed by little pieces of wood from the handle. She dropped it again, then resolved to pick it up by its bowstring instead of the handle.

“Put me down this instant!” The bow wriggled the best it could as Avery pulled it over her chest. The once flexible drawstring was now squeezing her chest, getting tighter and tighter. The feeling was uncomfortable, but sustainable, and it was better than getting poked every time she touched the handle.

Avery turned around and headed back toward the merchant who sold her this ornery weapon. He had to have known what he was selling her. As she marched back up to him, he plopped a makeshift sign on his cart that read No Refunds! Great.

She shot him the dirtiest of looks, and then began walking. She didn’t know where she needed to go, and it was hard to think with the bow incessantly yelling at her to put it down, while squirming and flexing its bowstring in an attempt to crush her chest. Alas, in a game of Bone, Paper, Bowstring, bone beats bowstring.

“Will you stop, for two seconds? I don’t like this any more than you do.”

“No.” It then began its objections again, this time louder.

This continued for days. Avery was on the hunt for anyone who could help her with this predicament. By the looks of it, no one else could hear the bow speak. How do you walk up to a stranger and say “Hey, my bow talks to me, how do I get it to shut up?” without looking like a total maniac? Answer; you can’t.

After walking for what seemed like forever, Avery found herself in Pormont. She was drained, because the bow refused to let her focus, not to mention aim. After it felt like all hope was lost, the archer spotted a girl talking to her spear. Then, the spear morphed into a serpent, who seemed to listen to every command the girl gave it. Trying to explain that to a stranger would probably make her sound crazier than the talking bow story. This was something else.

It was a weapon and an animal. It was a friend? Maybe this girl would understand what Avery was dealing with. She began jogging closer.

“Hey! You! Did you just talk to your spear? Does it talk back to you?” She reached the girl, completely out of breath. “Ah, sorry. I don’t mean to intrude. I just… I bought this bow and it won’t shut up! It hates me! It tries to hurt me, and… god please tell me you can help.”

The bow began to laugh at the spilling insanity.

“Shut up!” Avery yelled aimlessly, then looked at the girl again. “Uh, not you. The bow. I- My name is Avery. Sorry.”

@Erendis Ainsley

 

[Erendis Ainsley]

Erendis hesitated briefly, being approached was new, normally she seemed to repel people, it was odd for people to come up to her, odd but welcome. With a faint smile, the sorrow knight nodded her head as she tried to explain her situation. "Brionac? It tries to, his spirit is still too weak for things like complete sentences. I do feel impressions from it though, if something is good or bad or painful, if it's hungry, sad or angry... If I was stronger I could probably hear it's voice." Erendis spoke a bit sad she couldn't hear the serpent's voice, but that didn't mean she would forever be deaf to it. Someday she'd hear it.

Though when she mentioned being hated by her weapon, Eren couldn't help blanking briefly. It was surprising, if the weapon didn't like her, couldn't it leave? "Have you tried asking it why it doesn't like you? An important part of teamwork is communication and learning about each other. For me and Brionac, we got along pretty swimmingly just out of being a little lonely." Erendis tried to explain. Her and her spear got along well just because they both suffered from loneliness. For Eren who wanted to try and make something of herself alone, she found a partner in her spear who had been chained up and left to rot in silence. They got along well just out of having similar goals of exploring together.

"I'm Eren, a 'Sorrow Knight', it's good to meet you." She offered with a small smile, glad she could introduce herself to someone. Proud of her class, she was happy she could fluff her own plumage a bit with what petty and small achievement she managed to make in the game.

@Avery Aphelion