Jun 05 2023, 10:43 PM
Onyx-Three was surprised at the Blacksmith's response to what they thought had been a silly remark. It made them wonder if he was experienced in such things. Did he have a mount? Had other gembound tried to do such a thing before, even earlier than Renasci? "I will. Thank you." there was sincerity in his tone, and he found himself starting to like this figure called the Blacksmith. But this trip was to acquire weaponry, not aid in catching deer. Perhaps he could ask the Sentinel about visiting this place again at a later date. A quick glance at their father told them to bring the tea with them. They hadn't even sipped it yet, so it only made sense to keep it until they had at least tried it.
As they entered the next room, Onyx-Three found themselves hit with a sense of amazement at what surrounded them. There were so. Many. Weapons. And even some that he didn't know existed, with varying lengths, blades, colors- everything. He could get lost in here. There were so many to pick from, to train with. But even if you could take multiple, which he doubted you could, it was not a smart idea. He understood one could not be good at everything. You had to choose. Pick a single thing, a single weapon, to master.
Following the guidance of the Blacksmith, Onyx-Three proceeded to look over the weapons that he was recommended. He watched as his brother experimented with a sickle. Impressive. The tea was left on the ground, placed somewhere far enough that they wouldn't accidently step on it. They tried out first a spear. It was long, but it was not to their liking. Too long. Not to mention if you were to throw it, you only have one spear. If you missed, well, that would be that. The pikes were too similar to the spears. And so, he finally came upon the bows.
The bows were incredibly different in comparison to the other weapons. For one, it consisted of what looked like a lot of mini spears paired with a wood stick bent into a curve by a long string. Upon first glance, Onyx-Three did not understand how it worked. The other ones seemed self explanatory. Stab. Whack. Cut. But this, this was not something that had a blade exactly. And he could not figure out what the curved stick was for. "How does this work?" he asked after giving it some thought. He held up the stick in one hand and a mini-spear in the other.
As they entered the next room, Onyx-Three found themselves hit with a sense of amazement at what surrounded them. There were so. Many. Weapons. And even some that he didn't know existed, with varying lengths, blades, colors- everything. He could get lost in here. There were so many to pick from, to train with. But even if you could take multiple, which he doubted you could, it was not a smart idea. He understood one could not be good at everything. You had to choose. Pick a single thing, a single weapon, to master.
Following the guidance of the Blacksmith, Onyx-Three proceeded to look over the weapons that he was recommended. He watched as his brother experimented with a sickle. Impressive. The tea was left on the ground, placed somewhere far enough that they wouldn't accidently step on it. They tried out first a spear. It was long, but it was not to their liking. Too long. Not to mention if you were to throw it, you only have one spear. If you missed, well, that would be that. The pikes were too similar to the spears. And so, he finally came upon the bows.
The bows were incredibly different in comparison to the other weapons. For one, it consisted of what looked like a lot of mini spears paired with a wood stick bent into a curve by a long string. Upon first glance, Onyx-Three did not understand how it worked. The other ones seemed self explanatory. Stab. Whack. Cut. But this, this was not something that had a blade exactly. And he could not figure out what the curved stick was for. "How does this work?" he asked after giving it some thought. He held up the stick in one hand and a mini-spear in the other.