Baldhart
"I'm glad to know Bren is safe. A friend of his fought at our side, but fell in battle. He may regret not joining us. Bren's a good man, but too set in his ways to fight alongside elves and women.
"As for how I fight, when I trained with the monks, I thought it foolish to use my bare hands when I could instead carry a sword. I combined the training and invented a way to use the sword to lift my enemies after impaling them, and so I spent most of my life savings on the biggest sword I could find when I prepared to head north. From my first kill to my twentieth, the blade proved effective."
Nissa's giving me a look. I better tell the short version...
"I was forced to drop my sword in Arendal. Fish demons summoned a creature; it ran its body against the docks just after my sword sent a fish demon through the rail. I dropped the sword and jumped through the broken rail to scale the cliffside, praying to Brynhild my arms would be strong enough to get the others to safety. The leader of the militia there is a one-armed woman devoted to Brynhild. It was for her that I dropped the sword.
"Long story short, I thought of an old friend as I prayed--my friend and training partner who vowed to serve her goddess without a weapon. She trained herself to be a weapon. She is small, but her fists are like rocks--believe me, I know. Why my body was so hardened by the end of my teens is due to my failure to dodge her attacks.
"I had bronze plate draped over me as I was praying and contemplating the way of monks. The armor wasn't properly fastened; I simply undid the buckle and made my nun's vow. I felt the touch of my goddess then, and after I saw to the safety of those in need, I rushed into battle. I killed seven with my hands that night, and another seven the day we rescued the children.
"I suppose I'd have killed as many with the sword, but there is a certain freedom to not relying on steel. When I dropped my sword in Arendal, I felt useless and afraid. But fighting like this, the enemy can come at me while I'm at the dinner table, in my sleeping gown, in the bath. No matter; I'm battle ready."
So much for the short version.
I tell Conal, "Well, speaking of baths, I better clean up before I go to the temple representing Brynhild as Her nun. If you're not sick of me talking your ear off, perhaps we can meet later. I want to know more about these orcs."
I bow to Conal as the monks do, and I head into the Badger.
"I'm glad to know Bren is safe. A friend of his fought at our side, but fell in battle. He may regret not joining us. Bren's a good man, but too set in his ways to fight alongside elves and women.
"As for how I fight, when I trained with the monks, I thought it foolish to use my bare hands when I could instead carry a sword. I combined the training and invented a way to use the sword to lift my enemies after impaling them, and so I spent most of my life savings on the biggest sword I could find when I prepared to head north. From my first kill to my twentieth, the blade proved effective."
Nissa's giving me a look. I better tell the short version...
"I was forced to drop my sword in Arendal. Fish demons summoned a creature; it ran its body against the docks just after my sword sent a fish demon through the rail. I dropped the sword and jumped through the broken rail to scale the cliffside, praying to Brynhild my arms would be strong enough to get the others to safety. The leader of the militia there is a one-armed woman devoted to Brynhild. It was for her that I dropped the sword.
"Long story short, I thought of an old friend as I prayed--my friend and training partner who vowed to serve her goddess without a weapon. She trained herself to be a weapon. She is small, but her fists are like rocks--believe me, I know. Why my body was so hardened by the end of my teens is due to my failure to dodge her attacks.
"I had bronze plate draped over me as I was praying and contemplating the way of monks. The armor wasn't properly fastened; I simply undid the buckle and made my nun's vow. I felt the touch of my goddess then, and after I saw to the safety of those in need, I rushed into battle. I killed seven with my hands that night, and another seven the day we rescued the children.
"I suppose I'd have killed as many with the sword, but there is a certain freedom to not relying on steel. When I dropped my sword in Arendal, I felt useless and afraid. But fighting like this, the enemy can come at me while I'm at the dinner table, in my sleeping gown, in the bath. No matter; I'm battle ready."
So much for the short version.
I tell Conal, "Well, speaking of baths, I better clean up before I go to the temple representing Brynhild as Her nun. If you're not sick of me talking your ear off, perhaps we can meet later. I want to know more about these orcs."
I bow to Conal as the monks do, and I head into the Badger.
Scribal Lord
Grandmaster
Valar Lord
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