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The Gauntlet of Barbatos
When you carelessly touch the gauntlet to the shard, there is an explosion of light that blinds you temporarily. When your vision returns, you see that the gaudy gauntlet has shattered, leaving behind only the precious jewels that had been embedded in it. Of the shard there is no sign. Maybe it was not such a good idea after all. There are traces of magical energy left in the air: something happened, but you are unsure what.
That is, until your right hand laughs dramatically.
“Guhahahahahahaha!”
You stare at the thing that has appeared over your arm. It is a black gauntlet, made of metal and polished to a mirror-like sheen. Here and there elegant spikes jut out of the construction, and the tips of the fingers end in wicked claws. An orb, even darker than the surrounding metal, is embedded in the dorsal aspect of the hand. A menacing aura emanates from the entire gauntlet. It is as evil an accessory as any you have ever seen. You think Rin might like it.
“Thou who hast awakened me… Doth thou desire the power? The power of the Demon God Fist?” speaks the gauntlet pompously. “Hmph. I sense the hunger for battle within thy soul-“
If there is one thing you have learned from your heroic days, it is not to deal with talking magical items. The last talking sword you procured had a huge justice streak and shouted at every single petty criminal and lawbreaker you encountered. It had been a rather stressful experience, all things considered. Even Kyle would not take the sword off your hands. Indeed, the party was unanimous in that you should do with the sword as you see fit. Within weeks you had successfully traded it in to a shiny-eyed young adventurer for a good sum, multiplied accordingly thanks to your status as a Hero. Everyone has their place, and a sword of justice’s niche is not with you. The last you heard, the adventurer was killed in his sleep by an unassuming elderly couple as he tried to take on, all by himself, the worst hive of scum and villainy in the Seven Kingdoms thanks to his new sword’s advice, so… lucky escape for you there.
Before anything like that can happen again, you try to take the gauntlet off. Or at least, you try to. It does not budge from your arm no matter how much you strain and pull at it. Figures. A cursed gauntlet. It must have been some curse, to avoid your methods of detection.
“C-Careful, boy!” yells the gauntlet, losing a bit of that archaic, arrogant tone that it was carrying.
“I don’t remember giving you permission to be on my hand, glove.”
“Why, I am no mere glove! Do not insult the Demon Lord Barbatos lest thee bear the stigma of a fool!”
You rap the gauntlet against the table.
“Wait, nay, wait!”
“Speak plainly. Demon Lord Barbatos, was it?”
“Yea. I am the mighty Demon Lord Barbatos, the Philosopher of the Fist and one of the Seven Demon Lords of War who once hath served the noble Demon God Vaalgrahf,” announces the gauntlet proudly. “Though mine form is now that of a weapon, mine spirit is no less diminished in its strength. I-“
“Hold on, let me take some notes.” Sighing, you reach for a quill. “This is going to be a long story, isn’t it?”
“Guhahahahaha! Not at all! There is not much to tell of mine, Barbatos’s legend, for thou must already know of it!”
“I have absolutely, assuredly, never heard of you in my life, Demon Lord Barbatos, nor of these Seven Demon Lords that you speak of.” That might be because you came from another world, but you do not tell him that.
“Th-That cannot be! The legends I spent a hundred years carving out in the wilds of battle! Lost in the seas of history?” The spikes seem to grow duller as the gauntlet shudders with despair.
You ignore the dejection and begin questioning the strange thing.
As there were Seven Demon Lords, so there are seven corresponding weapons that had each come to be associated with their signature fighting style.
Neros of the Sword.
Curainnos of the Spear.
Reminos of the Bow.
Merdeos of the Dagger.
Athos of the Staff.
Barbatos of the Fist.
And finally, Equinos of the Golem.
Firstly, they had been transformed into magical weapons by the Demon God Vaalgrahf in a last ditch attempt to defeat the chosen heroes. The process had stripped the Demon Lords of their personal power and in turn granted the Demon God the full culmination of their potential strength on top of his own might. Equipping himself with the power of his seven lieutenants, he had sallied forth and almost turned the tide of the war single-handedly. Then, three of the seven weapons betrayed the Demon God. Barbatos does not know why: all he knows is that Neros, Reminos and Athos vanished from the Demon God’s side, and were next seen in the hands of the five heroes that the gods had chosen.
After the Demon God’s defeat and exile, the seven weapons were left behind, and the passage of millennia scattered them all over the world. They would awaken in the proximity of those that had sufficient strength and compatibility with their powers, and through battle the inheritors of those weapons would decide who was the strongest Demon Weapon of all. Barbatos had been sealed in the previous battle, centuries ago, by that ‘sneak rat Athos’, and by borrowing your power to defeat a small fragment of Athos just now, he was now gloriously revived.
“Wait.” You stop Barbatos’s long tale. “How did it go from being a relic of the Demon God to deciding the strongest weapon?”
“The years are long, boy. We need to do something.” You notice that the more Barbatos talks, the more his accent slips into a less archaic one.
“Would you not try to bring the Demon God back? He was your boss after all.”
“Oh, after you have been doing that for the first thousand years or so, with no results to show for your effort, it gets quite disheartening.” And that accent is almost completely gone now, leaving you with the impression of some rowdy general complaining about his unrewarded efforts.
“I can understand that,” you nod emphatically. Indeed, effort with no result is the absolute worst type of effort.
“Guhahahahaha! This is why you were chosen! We think alike, boy, you and I! The compatibility in thy soul for the Demon God Fist techniques shall be unparalleled!” gloats Barbatos, his archaic accent returning with no warning. “Mountains shall be destroyed! Oceans vaporized! And we shall finally beat that sneak rat Athos’s head in once and for all!”
You are not so sure about this issue of compatibility – from the sound of his voice, Barbatos must have been a large, burly, muscular, bearded Demon Lord in life, which is exactly the type of people you do not want to be called compatible with – but you will just have to play along until you find a way to get rid of the gauntlet.
The Gauntlet of Barbatos immediately bestows upon you the knowledge of battle aura: you recognize it to be something similar to the basis of martial arts that Mieren used. By channeling your mana and focusing it around your body, you are able to increase the speed and force of your physical attacks. The technique works differently from magic: rather than consuming mana to realize an effect, as you do with spells, in this case the mana itself is the effect. When you ask, Barbatos explains that it is because mana is life-force, a form of energy that in itself can be manipulated to strengthen the wielder if they know how.
“The philosophy of the Demon God Fist is in its powerful and straightforward attacks,” lectures Barbatos. “Its techniques are designed to defeat the enemy head-on in a brawl, which is the most amusing way of defeating the enemy.”
You do not see how it is amusing. Perhaps Rin would understand, and you wonder why the gauntlet chose you instead of her. She would definitely have more compatibility with Barbatos’s philosophy of crash and smash.
***
Besides learning how to create a battle aura, you also pick up another of the many techniques in the Demon God Fist.
A. Body-Piercing Demon Fist. A fast, charging attack using your explosive battle aura to close the distance and drive your fist through the enemy. Created cunningly by Barbatos when he invented the tactic of running forward and punching through the plate armour of a human general.
B. Demon God Wave. A technique that allows you to focus your energy and send out a wave of concussive force from your palms. Created in frustration by Barbatos to bring down pesky dragons that do not have the decency to land for a honourable brawl.
C. Shadow-Slaughtering Demon Steps. A footwork technique that increases your evasive ability in close-combat, allowing you to skillfully dodge even an assassin’s hidden blade. Created in the heat of the moment by Barbatos when he was caught off guard in the latrine by a shadow monster sent from a rival Demon Lord aiming for his life.
***
"Thou'st truly a boundless talent in the art of pugilism. As expected of the one who would stir mine slumbering essence!" Barbatos praises the speed at which you understand his instructions. Perhaps you do have compatibility with him after all, despites your misgivings. But it does not make you any happier, particularly to be walking around with a gauntlet you cannot remove.
"Fear not," he says when you make your concerns known. "Thou need only think, and it will be so. This form of mine is but a manifestation of thine own fighting spirit." Following his instructions, you release the form of the gauntlet. It turns incorporeal, and then vanishes, leaving behind only an ornate black crest tattooed on the back of your hand.
"Ah, such a discerning eye thou hast, boy. That is the symbol of the Barbatos family. Our motto is: may thy fist stay mighty and thine enemies maimed."
You do not remember asking for his motto. Sighing, you flex your fingers and will the gauntlet back into existence. It appears again. And then you make it vanish again.
"Boy, wh-what are you doing? You are making me dizzy!"
"Well, it is convenient. As long as you do not start talking all the time and picking fights with everyone, Barbatos, it should be fine. The last talking weapon I owned had a bad habit of doing that. I sold him. I'll sell my hand too, if I have to," you warn him.
"I do not pick fights. I challenge worthy battles!" Barbatos sounds slightly aggrieved at your choice of words. "I commanded an army of ten million demons, boy. Do not think me incapable of subtle tactics! You will take your accustomed lead in negotiations for I know better than to speak wantonly in public. One of your predecessors was brought down by a mob of enraged dragons and beastmen when I spoke carelessly, after all..."
That is concerning, but if he can manage to keep his mouth shut... "Hm, if that is the case, we might get along passably well after all."
"How can we not? I am bonded to your... soul. A... strange one, it is, but I am bonded nonetheless. From now on, we are of one body!"
One body? Something crosses your mind. You touch the table and run your fingers across it. "What do you sense, Barbatos?"
"A crude table. Roughly made. The texture is that of wood, carved from aspen using poorly maintained tools. It has been constructed hastily and recently. The architecture is... probably goblin. Guhaha! Are you surprised, boy? Despite my proclivities, I am quite the connoisseur of furniture."
"You can feel what I feel?"
"Only what you touch with the Demonic Right Hand, but yes."
"Even if it is another person, or myself?"
"Yes? What are you getting at, boy?"
"What if I have... urges? Or women?"
"Guhahahahaha! Is that what you are concerned about? Come now, there can be no shame between warriors!"
"I see."
You put down on your list of things to do, underneath reviving Mieren: Remove Demon Lord from right hand.
***
You spend the next week organizing the goblins into a more coherent force, having them construct more fortifications and dig deeper into the earth. You do not know how long you will stay here, but before then, you should make it as defensible as you can. Rin teaches them better ways to fight, while Aria and Arlin join in on the training. Surprisingly, her ways of teaching - which rely on instinct more than anything - resonate well with the goblins and the twins. Some of the younger goblins had come of age, further increasing the village's forces.
The troublesome little interlude with the gauntlet aside, you begin thinking about gathering more information. Although you have no doubt that you are strong, the recent encounter at Erise, as well as Barbatos's story, has led you to understand that there may be powers here that surpass your might. You also need to find a way back to the Seven Kingdoms to repay your debt to the Theseons, and then there was the matter of reviving Mieren. Of course, you would also like to have Barbatos out of your hand before you get brainwashed into becoming a muscle idiot like him.
To do all that you need more information, and sitting here lazing about in the goblin village like a god will not get you that information, no matter how much you wished it would drop from the sky and into your lap. The only thing that dropped into your lap was a muscle idiot of a Demon Lord, which might be proof that your luck never gives you what you want. Your magic studies will also hit a limit without a proper library to peruse. It is a real hassle, but it looks like you have no choice but to venture out again if you want to get anything done in a reasonable amount of time. Furthermore, though the Barzamites have not made another move thus far, they must have known that the team they sent to investigate the ruins never returned. That no other groups attempted to send any expeditions to investigate the pillar of light is slightly concerning in itself. For all these reasons and more, you think that the capital of Methuss, Yuiria, would be as good a place as any to start.
After consulting with Aria and Arlin, you have figured out a better way to disguise the halo on your head. Peddlers and merchants in this region often wear large turbans on their travels. Yours would have to be larger and taller than most, and by the time Arlin is done with the wrapping it looks more conical than round, but it would have to do.
As for the means of travel, you decide to have the goblins construct a carriage for you. It is more of a cart with a roof on top, but it will do. Lucy has turned out to be remarkably strong for her age, and she should be able to pull such a cart with goods and passengers. You will pretend to be a travelling merchant heading for the capital, and with the carrying capacity of the carriage you are confident of being able to turn your silver into more money along the way.
There is no way you are going to walk to the capital.
***
From Erise Village, there are a few places you can visit, from where you can get onto the larger thoroughfares leading to the capital. You set your course for:
A. Ontoglia, a thriving mining town. Its mines are famous for producing several different types of ores, including some rarer ones used in magic. This place may be a valuable resource for your magical research.
B. Velburg, one of the larger trading centers in the region that is close to the Methussian-Galbaldian-Barzamite border, and as such serves as a hub for many merchants hailing from those countries. It would be the quickest place to make money.
C. Naguria, a fortress town home to the Knights of the Azurelion, and the closest stop to the capital. Normally you would avoid dour and boring knights like the plague, but rumour has it that the Knight Captain is a real beauty.
***
As for who to bring along, you are undecided.
(Freeform choice of candidates, up to and including a goblin squad. Current named characters in the village are:
Rinnefiela
Aria
Arlin
Runde
Petze
Robust
Boss
We will go with a vote style if this cannot be sorted out.)
When you carelessly touch the gauntlet to the shard, there is an explosion of light that blinds you temporarily. When your vision returns, you see that the gaudy gauntlet has shattered, leaving behind only the precious jewels that had been embedded in it. Of the shard there is no sign. Maybe it was not such a good idea after all. There are traces of magical energy left in the air: something happened, but you are unsure what.
That is, until your right hand laughs dramatically.
“Guhahahahahahaha!”
You stare at the thing that has appeared over your arm. It is a black gauntlet, made of metal and polished to a mirror-like sheen. Here and there elegant spikes jut out of the construction, and the tips of the fingers end in wicked claws. An orb, even darker than the surrounding metal, is embedded in the dorsal aspect of the hand. A menacing aura emanates from the entire gauntlet. It is as evil an accessory as any you have ever seen. You think Rin might like it.
“Thou who hast awakened me… Doth thou desire the power? The power of the Demon God Fist?” speaks the gauntlet pompously. “Hmph. I sense the hunger for battle within thy soul-“
If there is one thing you have learned from your heroic days, it is not to deal with talking magical items. The last talking sword you procured had a huge justice streak and shouted at every single petty criminal and lawbreaker you encountered. It had been a rather stressful experience, all things considered. Even Kyle would not take the sword off your hands. Indeed, the party was unanimous in that you should do with the sword as you see fit. Within weeks you had successfully traded it in to a shiny-eyed young adventurer for a good sum, multiplied accordingly thanks to your status as a Hero. Everyone has their place, and a sword of justice’s niche is not with you. The last you heard, the adventurer was killed in his sleep by an unassuming elderly couple as he tried to take on, all by himself, the worst hive of scum and villainy in the Seven Kingdoms thanks to his new sword’s advice, so… lucky escape for you there.
Before anything like that can happen again, you try to take the gauntlet off. Or at least, you try to. It does not budge from your arm no matter how much you strain and pull at it. Figures. A cursed gauntlet. It must have been some curse, to avoid your methods of detection.
“C-Careful, boy!” yells the gauntlet, losing a bit of that archaic, arrogant tone that it was carrying.
“I don’t remember giving you permission to be on my hand, glove.”
“Why, I am no mere glove! Do not insult the Demon Lord Barbatos lest thee bear the stigma of a fool!”
You rap the gauntlet against the table.
“Wait, nay, wait!”
“Speak plainly. Demon Lord Barbatos, was it?”
“Yea. I am the mighty Demon Lord Barbatos, the Philosopher of the Fist and one of the Seven Demon Lords of War who once hath served the noble Demon God Vaalgrahf,” announces the gauntlet proudly. “Though mine form is now that of a weapon, mine spirit is no less diminished in its strength. I-“
“Hold on, let me take some notes.” Sighing, you reach for a quill. “This is going to be a long story, isn’t it?”
“Guhahahahaha! Not at all! There is not much to tell of mine, Barbatos’s legend, for thou must already know of it!”
“I have absolutely, assuredly, never heard of you in my life, Demon Lord Barbatos, nor of these Seven Demon Lords that you speak of.” That might be because you came from another world, but you do not tell him that.
“Th-That cannot be! The legends I spent a hundred years carving out in the wilds of battle! Lost in the seas of history?” The spikes seem to grow duller as the gauntlet shudders with despair.
You ignore the dejection and begin questioning the strange thing.
As there were Seven Demon Lords, so there are seven corresponding weapons that had each come to be associated with their signature fighting style.
Neros of the Sword.
Curainnos of the Spear.
Reminos of the Bow.
Merdeos of the Dagger.
Athos of the Staff.
Barbatos of the Fist.
And finally, Equinos of the Golem.
Firstly, they had been transformed into magical weapons by the Demon God Vaalgrahf in a last ditch attempt to defeat the chosen heroes. The process had stripped the Demon Lords of their personal power and in turn granted the Demon God the full culmination of their potential strength on top of his own might. Equipping himself with the power of his seven lieutenants, he had sallied forth and almost turned the tide of the war single-handedly. Then, three of the seven weapons betrayed the Demon God. Barbatos does not know why: all he knows is that Neros, Reminos and Athos vanished from the Demon God’s side, and were next seen in the hands of the five heroes that the gods had chosen.
After the Demon God’s defeat and exile, the seven weapons were left behind, and the passage of millennia scattered them all over the world. They would awaken in the proximity of those that had sufficient strength and compatibility with their powers, and through battle the inheritors of those weapons would decide who was the strongest Demon Weapon of all. Barbatos had been sealed in the previous battle, centuries ago, by that ‘sneak rat Athos’, and by borrowing your power to defeat a small fragment of Athos just now, he was now gloriously revived.
“Wait.” You stop Barbatos’s long tale. “How did it go from being a relic of the Demon God to deciding the strongest weapon?”
“The years are long, boy. We need to do something.” You notice that the more Barbatos talks, the more his accent slips into a less archaic one.
“Would you not try to bring the Demon God back? He was your boss after all.”
“Oh, after you have been doing that for the first thousand years or so, with no results to show for your effort, it gets quite disheartening.” And that accent is almost completely gone now, leaving you with the impression of some rowdy general complaining about his unrewarded efforts.
“I can understand that,” you nod emphatically. Indeed, effort with no result is the absolute worst type of effort.
“Guhahahahaha! This is why you were chosen! We think alike, boy, you and I! The compatibility in thy soul for the Demon God Fist techniques shall be unparalleled!” gloats Barbatos, his archaic accent returning with no warning. “Mountains shall be destroyed! Oceans vaporized! And we shall finally beat that sneak rat Athos’s head in once and for all!”
You are not so sure about this issue of compatibility – from the sound of his voice, Barbatos must have been a large, burly, muscular, bearded Demon Lord in life, which is exactly the type of people you do not want to be called compatible with – but you will just have to play along until you find a way to get rid of the gauntlet.
The Gauntlet of Barbatos immediately bestows upon you the knowledge of battle aura: you recognize it to be something similar to the basis of martial arts that Mieren used. By channeling your mana and focusing it around your body, you are able to increase the speed and force of your physical attacks. The technique works differently from magic: rather than consuming mana to realize an effect, as you do with spells, in this case the mana itself is the effect. When you ask, Barbatos explains that it is because mana is life-force, a form of energy that in itself can be manipulated to strengthen the wielder if they know how.
“The philosophy of the Demon God Fist is in its powerful and straightforward attacks,” lectures Barbatos. “Its techniques are designed to defeat the enemy head-on in a brawl, which is the most amusing way of defeating the enemy.”
You do not see how it is amusing. Perhaps Rin would understand, and you wonder why the gauntlet chose you instead of her. She would definitely have more compatibility with Barbatos’s philosophy of crash and smash.
***
Besides learning how to create a battle aura, you also pick up another of the many techniques in the Demon God Fist.
A. Body-Piercing Demon Fist. A fast, charging attack using your explosive battle aura to close the distance and drive your fist through the enemy. Created cunningly by Barbatos when he invented the tactic of running forward and punching through the plate armour of a human general.
B. Demon God Wave. A technique that allows you to focus your energy and send out a wave of concussive force from your palms. Created in frustration by Barbatos to bring down pesky dragons that do not have the decency to land for a honourable brawl.
C. Shadow-Slaughtering Demon Steps. A footwork technique that increases your evasive ability in close-combat, allowing you to skillfully dodge even an assassin’s hidden blade. Created in the heat of the moment by Barbatos when he was caught off guard in the latrine by a shadow monster sent from a rival Demon Lord aiming for his life.
***
"Thou'st truly a boundless talent in the art of pugilism. As expected of the one who would stir mine slumbering essence!" Barbatos praises the speed at which you understand his instructions. Perhaps you do have compatibility with him after all, despites your misgivings. But it does not make you any happier, particularly to be walking around with a gauntlet you cannot remove.
"Fear not," he says when you make your concerns known. "Thou need only think, and it will be so. This form of mine is but a manifestation of thine own fighting spirit." Following his instructions, you release the form of the gauntlet. It turns incorporeal, and then vanishes, leaving behind only an ornate black crest tattooed on the back of your hand.
"Ah, such a discerning eye thou hast, boy. That is the symbol of the Barbatos family. Our motto is: may thy fist stay mighty and thine enemies maimed."
You do not remember asking for his motto. Sighing, you flex your fingers and will the gauntlet back into existence. It appears again. And then you make it vanish again.
"Boy, wh-what are you doing? You are making me dizzy!"
"Well, it is convenient. As long as you do not start talking all the time and picking fights with everyone, Barbatos, it should be fine. The last talking weapon I owned had a bad habit of doing that. I sold him. I'll sell my hand too, if I have to," you warn him.
"I do not pick fights. I challenge worthy battles!" Barbatos sounds slightly aggrieved at your choice of words. "I commanded an army of ten million demons, boy. Do not think me incapable of subtle tactics! You will take your accustomed lead in negotiations for I know better than to speak wantonly in public. One of your predecessors was brought down by a mob of enraged dragons and beastmen when I spoke carelessly, after all..."
That is concerning, but if he can manage to keep his mouth shut... "Hm, if that is the case, we might get along passably well after all."
"How can we not? I am bonded to your... soul. A... strange one, it is, but I am bonded nonetheless. From now on, we are of one body!"
One body? Something crosses your mind. You touch the table and run your fingers across it. "What do you sense, Barbatos?"
"A crude table. Roughly made. The texture is that of wood, carved from aspen using poorly maintained tools. It has been constructed hastily and recently. The architecture is... probably goblin. Guhaha! Are you surprised, boy? Despite my proclivities, I am quite the connoisseur of furniture."
"You can feel what I feel?"
"Only what you touch with the Demonic Right Hand, but yes."
"Even if it is another person, or myself?"
"Yes? What are you getting at, boy?"
"What if I have... urges? Or women?"
"Guhahahahaha! Is that what you are concerned about? Come now, there can be no shame between warriors!"
"I see."
You put down on your list of things to do, underneath reviving Mieren: Remove Demon Lord from right hand.
***
You spend the next week organizing the goblins into a more coherent force, having them construct more fortifications and dig deeper into the earth. You do not know how long you will stay here, but before then, you should make it as defensible as you can. Rin teaches them better ways to fight, while Aria and Arlin join in on the training. Surprisingly, her ways of teaching - which rely on instinct more than anything - resonate well with the goblins and the twins. Some of the younger goblins had come of age, further increasing the village's forces.
The troublesome little interlude with the gauntlet aside, you begin thinking about gathering more information. Although you have no doubt that you are strong, the recent encounter at Erise, as well as Barbatos's story, has led you to understand that there may be powers here that surpass your might. You also need to find a way back to the Seven Kingdoms to repay your debt to the Theseons, and then there was the matter of reviving Mieren. Of course, you would also like to have Barbatos out of your hand before you get brainwashed into becoming a muscle idiot like him.
To do all that you need more information, and sitting here lazing about in the goblin village like a god will not get you that information, no matter how much you wished it would drop from the sky and into your lap. The only thing that dropped into your lap was a muscle idiot of a Demon Lord, which might be proof that your luck never gives you what you want. Your magic studies will also hit a limit without a proper library to peruse. It is a real hassle, but it looks like you have no choice but to venture out again if you want to get anything done in a reasonable amount of time. Furthermore, though the Barzamites have not made another move thus far, they must have known that the team they sent to investigate the ruins never returned. That no other groups attempted to send any expeditions to investigate the pillar of light is slightly concerning in itself. For all these reasons and more, you think that the capital of Methuss, Yuiria, would be as good a place as any to start.
After consulting with Aria and Arlin, you have figured out a better way to disguise the halo on your head. Peddlers and merchants in this region often wear large turbans on their travels. Yours would have to be larger and taller than most, and by the time Arlin is done with the wrapping it looks more conical than round, but it would have to do.
As for the means of travel, you decide to have the goblins construct a carriage for you. It is more of a cart with a roof on top, but it will do. Lucy has turned out to be remarkably strong for her age, and she should be able to pull such a cart with goods and passengers. You will pretend to be a travelling merchant heading for the capital, and with the carrying capacity of the carriage you are confident of being able to turn your silver into more money along the way.
There is no way you are going to walk to the capital.
***
From Erise Village, there are a few places you can visit, from where you can get onto the larger thoroughfares leading to the capital. You set your course for:
A. Ontoglia, a thriving mining town. Its mines are famous for producing several different types of ores, including some rarer ones used in magic. This place may be a valuable resource for your magical research.
B. Velburg, one of the larger trading centers in the region that is close to the Methussian-Galbaldian-Barzamite border, and as such serves as a hub for many merchants hailing from those countries. It would be the quickest place to make money.
C. Naguria, a fortress town home to the Knights of the Azurelion, and the closest stop to the capital. Normally you would avoid dour and boring knights like the plague, but rumour has it that the Knight Captain is a real beauty.
***
As for who to bring along, you are undecided.
(Freeform choice of candidates, up to and including a goblin squad. Current named characters in the village are:
Rinnefiela
Aria
Arlin
Runde
Petze
Robust
Boss
We will go with a vote style if this cannot be sorted out.)
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Baltika9
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That was the most retarded decision we've made in Legend.
As for the powers, C. The backstory is amazing and might help when someone tries to pull the same on us, and we need some defensive techniques. Erdrick complained about that one more than once.
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CA Rin, Aria
actually, we really need to work on our evasion with Rin around.
CA Rin, Aria
actually, we really need to work on our evasion with Rin around.
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lightbane
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Of course the most brutish, direct and brainless demonic weapon had to choose Erd, the complete opposite personality-wise .
I love these kind of interactions with the "cursed" gauntlet already. He reminds me of these demonic weapons with petty personalities from the Wakfu/Dofus universe.
Hm, I haven't checked treave's other LPs yet, but it seems that magical martial arts are a constant. Is that true, or is my paranoia making me see patterns where there are none?
Sounds like it was possessed by the soul of the average Paladin player
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Now seriously enough, I believe either Athos managed to escape his prison... Or he's influencing someone to do (bad) stuff. Thankfully, the Gauntlet doesn't seem to be powerful enough to influence us directly. By the way, Barbatoss seems to recognize the pigeonic bloodlust, but doesn't seem to identify it to be related to the Angels themselves. Are these things even older than him, or did he fail to meet any of these creatures during his time?
Either way, I vote for C. The backstory for this technique is reason enough to take it.
.I love these kind of interactions with the "cursed" gauntlet already. He reminds me of these demonic weapons with petty personalities from the Wakfu/Dofus universe.
Hm, I haven't checked treave's other LPs yet, but it seems that magical martial arts are a constant. Is that true, or is my paranoia making me see patterns where there are none?
Sounds like it was possessed by the soul of the average Paladin player
.Now seriously enough, I believe either Athos managed to escape his prison... Or he's influencing someone to do (bad) stuff. Thankfully, the Gauntlet doesn't seem to be powerful enough to influence us directly. By the way, Barbatoss seems to recognize the pigeonic bloodlust, but doesn't seem to identify it to be related to the Angels themselves. Are these things even older than him, or did he fail to meet any of these creatures during his time?
Either way, I vote for C. The backstory for this technique is reason enough to take it.
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Nevill
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No, that won't do. That won't do at all.
Either he laughs right and goes Gahahahahahahaha - then we keep him - or this pussy goes to Rin the first chance we get!
Good thing we are out of Seven Kingdoms, then, or we would have been eventually saddled with a crossdressing girl who hears voices in her head, and that would be trouble.
More like in a single Gigadyne.
The Staff, huh? How did he end up in a dagger, then?
So, according to Barbatos, he was loyal to Vaalgrahf to the end, while Athos betrayed them. Good. I despise traitors.
Also, Rin is the descendant of Vaalgrahf and a rightful heir to his Empire, both in our world and in this one. Makes marrying her not just pleasant, but also politically viable. I wonder what Barbatos would think of her.
Zhang Jue way is calling out to us. There is no avoiding it.
Yes. Yes, please! A thousand times yes!! Murder, death, kill, Gigadyne!
As for the choice, B or C. We have good AoE capabilities already, but we need a way to get out of dodge if necessary and put some distance between us and the enemy, or we will keep losing wings.
C, I guess. Wouldn't want to end up with another shard stuck in our ass.
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Ahem.
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What? Our loyalties were always to the titties!
Anyway, I like the guy. Even though it would be kind of awkward to have private conversations with him around. Or private anything, for that matter.
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Maybe we should look into taking him off, after all.
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I have already accounted for that, it'll be in the full update.
Definitely the C option, for dodgyness when on latrine duty. 
For option #1 of course.
For the following options I choose;
C +1 titties!
Rin, Arlin, Aria.
For option #1 of course.For the following options I choose;
C +1 titties!
Rin, Arlin, Aria.
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You'd have to watch out for the spikes and claws.
But maybe that, too, is a part of Zhang Jue way.
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C
I kind wanted the piercing attack, but evading buff and latrine story was too good to not to choose this.
I kind wanted the piercing attack, but evading buff and latrine story was too good to not to choose this.
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Or coat him with lead.
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Completed the update. You guys get to be railroaded off on a journey, so rejoice. I'm sure what you all really want is to sit in the village and research for fifty years until you are strong enough to take on the world with your pinky, but I need to get things moving a bit faster.
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Will Rin Continue her training regiment, if we left her to goblin village?
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Yes. Though she might run off to do some exploring by herself if she gets bored.
And your hat looks something like this: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dastar_bunga
And your hat looks something like this: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dastar_bunga
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I think, it would be best for Rin and the twin remain in village.Rin can continue train our gobbo warriors and twins, so they are more preapered in combat situation should we encounter one.
Remember folks, Even zhang Jue spend some time training us before sending us happy fighting journey.
I think I go with Runde and Robust due here.
Goblin slaves don't seem to be that big deal and Runde can be scribe and assistent, while Robust will be a bodyguard, so to say....Well more like protecting Runde than us...
I am kind a intrigued what kind of character this boss is thought, so might pick him as well.
Voting:
C
B
Runde, Robust, Boss
Remember folks, Even zhang Jue spend some time training us before sending us happy fighting journey.
I think I go with Runde and Robust due here.
Goblin slaves don't seem to be that big deal and Runde can be scribe and assistent, while Robust will be a bodyguard, so to say....Well more like protecting Runde than us...
I am kind a intrigued what kind of character this boss is thought, so might pick him as well.
Voting:
C
B
Runde, Robust, Boss
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bunga
bunga
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After failing to grab demon waifu and getting the prettiest cow as a reward, what are the chances that the Captain is also a man?
The less formal is the place, the better can we mingle with the locals. I bet the first noble we meet would want us to tip our hat off to him.
I guess I would follow our merchant roots and vote for 2B, Velburg. If we won't get robbed blind, we might be able to make big buck and an excess of money would make for a good excuse for our... eccentricities.
The kids are going with us - after instructing them how life is all about profits we can't let such a perfect training opportunity go to waste. Besides, they are humans and they are kids - they would be able to slip unnoticed where we might attract unwanted attention. A bit more conflicted about taking Rin with us, though.
Eh. We should not let our murdersis get bored, and knowing us, we'll end up atop of a pile of corpses whichever way we go. Might as well have her join the fun. 3 Rin, Aria, Arlin. Can't think of a good use for a goblin in a city.
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Well the scholar Goblin Runde seems to be only one who has actually traveled more places than Erisa and goblin village.
I am not familiar medieval village life, but I don't think that twins have actually travelled away from village...Probably.
There is actually good question where did they even learnt the sword fighting skills? Was their father more than mere commoner?
I am not familiar medieval village life, but I don't think that twins have actually travelled away from village...Probably.
There is actually good question where did they even learnt the sword fighting skills? Was their father more than mere commoner?
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