In this world, Magic is Everything. All people, all races, are granted with the power to perform mystical and magical feats via grimories, mystical tomes granted to each and every child on their 15th birthday. Those blessed by the mana can have their names written down in legend.
Shattered Grimoires is the work of the mind(s) of Ardere & Shattered Grimoire's staff. All characters and content are copyright their creators, and may not be replicated without their creators' permission. Black Clover is owned by Yuki Tabata and published by Viz Shonen Jump. All images belong to their original owners. The theme you are currently viewing was made by Eliza of ElizaCodes exclusively for Shattered Grimoires.
The cold is quickly approaching and some families just haven’t been able to get enough firewood to get them through the harsh nights. Go out there and chop some wood for the unlucky individuals.
[attr="class","shadowsSub"]Details
Maximum Number of Players: 4
[break]Minimum Word Count: 1000
[break]Location: Nairn
[break]Special Requirements: N/A
[attr="class","shadowsSub"]NPC Information
What NPCs are in this mission? Please fill out the template for any notable NPCs. While those you have to socially interact with during the mission are not required any enemy that is presented in the mission must be listed in here.
[break]Physical Damage: How much damage can their physical strength do?
[break]Magic Element and Types: What is their element, and magic specs?
[break]Combat Style: Explain how the NPC fights. Whether its with magic, brute strength, etc.
[break]Additional Information: Any information that you would like to add about the NPC. Such as what they look like, any noticeable features, what their stats are, etc.
Post by Satori Ryuutei on Dec 3, 2020 8:01:29 GMT -5
Bengal looked out over the window with a grunt as he examined the seemingly never-ending expanse of white snow before the inn. He and Rolkhim Ambrose had just finished their little job with the winter apes and had their night. He'd need to introduce Rolkhim to June at some point, get her opinion on everything. Between Eve and Rolkhim he didn't want to overload the woman. Though, perhaps what she needed right now was that. It felt like her being kept busy helped her.
Rolk was still in the bath--he'd heated up the water for both of them one at a time. It was useful considering the apparent lack of firewood that the town and inn were dealing with. Considering they were already there, no harm in getting a bit more done he supposed. Some extra yul didn't hurt anyone, and it would give Rolk a bit more to play with as well. Scratching his chin, Bengal shrugged slightly as his mana flickered around him briefly. Sensing Rolkhim's ki moving he glanced over his shoulder, moving toward the counter of their room for a moment.
Dragging out a large mug and filling it with steaming coffee, before setting it down for the much shorter partner. Arching a brow while he leaned against the window.
"I think I got us another job already, once we eat and such," he explained idly, glancing out the window. "Gives us something to do to warm up before we start heading back to the Capital." He wanted to test out the orb eventually. Though, with the snowfall and rise of the new Dungeon perhaps it would be better to put it off for now. He wasn't certain, honestly.
WC: 316 TWC: 316
Statistics
Rank: Grand Fame: Tier 4 Strength: Intermediate Speed: 25m/s
Mana Skin: 24/24 Health: 20/20 Mana: 465/465 Mana Regen: +55/75
Post by Rolkhim Ambrose on Dec 5, 2020 15:44:32 GMT -5
Roklhim laid in the bath. He was sore. Very sore. The shenanigans from yesterday had definitely caused him to strain something. The apes were pretty tough, good thing they had healing magic. It was warm, of course, the water. Bengal had heated it up, though heat was the problem in which the town now suffered. The foresters hadn’t managed to get any wood, ‘cause they were kidnapped by apes.
Well, at least they’d get money for it! He couldn’t really complain, except they’d be going out in the winter again. Having been healed up saved him from spending a week in bed. That’s kind of what he felt like doing regardless, but hey ho. He couldn’t hog the bath all day. Placing both of his hands onto the side of the tub, he hauled himself out of it. He’d made the water go at least… A lot up, due to his size and weight. Saved water, at least. He brought the water around some more, before exiting the tub.
He rubbed his towel between his ears and rubbed his head against it, before rubbing his chest and back, then legs and so forth. Finally, he’d wrap it around his waist and walk off toward Bengal, nodding to him as he picked up his cup of coffee. He blew on it, before drinking. “Pretty cold out there, isn’t it?” he’d make smalltalk to Bengal.
He was given the news. “Oh? I’m gonna get to use an axe, huh? Wonder if they’d let me keep it?” he hums, before shaking his head. “They probably need it more.” He’d shrug. Sitting down carefully onto the chair, he drank some more as he waited for himself to dry up a little. “When’re we going? As soon as possible, or later? I’m pretty sure we’re warmed up from yesterday, buuuut… Some extra yul wouldn’t hurt, I think.”
Post by Satori Ryuutei on Dec 5, 2020 18:39:22 GMT -5
As Rolkhim commented on the chill, Bengal chuckled softly.
"It's going to get even colder, we're just entering the cusp of winter after all," his gaze traveled along the various piles of snow, the townsfolk trying to force their way through wielding axes. Making their way toward the distant forest. His hand lifted, scratching his chin before a slow breath passed from between his lips. They weren't going to get much done with just that amount, especially if they were cutting fresh wood without letting it dry.
"That's risky," he murmured more to himself than anything, before shifting his gaze down toward Rolkhim as the shorter male commented on using an axe, as well as possibly keeping it. Bengal laughed.
"If you want an axe we can probably get you a much better one, like my sword," he mused simply, shifting his gaze back down toward the said blade in question that was leaning against the wall. The sheath and hilt crafted from a fused spinal column casting its macabre glow. Re-focusing on the task at hand he answered the more important questions.
"Let's get some breakfast first then head out to gather it for them. I'll use my magic to dry it out so that there's less risk for them as well." Rolkhim was right, they were decently warmed up from yesterday. But, frankly, Bengal just wanted to help. The people out here would pay for the work and it wasn't much effort for them. He'd made his name by doing things like this, maximizing as many jobs as possible. In return, he'd acquired his noble title. He'd acquired the trust of this country's citizens. That was worth more than any yul for the long term connections he needed.
"Let's head down and get some proper food," he stated with a shrug, turning and meandering toward the door. "Should get into more than just a towel, though," he commented with a smug smirk before grasping the blade. Lifting it up and strapping it to his belt, slipping the obsidian ring around his digit as it pulsed red briefly once in reply to his mana signature. Clearly content to wait for Rolk to get dressed first at least.
WC: 402 TWC: 718
Statistics
Rank: Grand Fame: Tier 4 Strength: Intermediate Speed: 25m/s
Mana Skin: 24/24 Health: 20/20 Mana: 465/465 Mana Regen: +55/75
Post by Rolkhim Ambrose on Dec 6, 2020 7:23:40 GMT -5
“Aaaah. Winter. The favourite season of the vagabond.” Rolkhim said wisely, eyes half-lidded and nodding in a sagely manner. He glanced outside, people were moving off to go get some firewood. He supposed he should probably start getting dressed, the coffee he got could only do so much, especially as he was hungry after yesterday’s ordeal. Didn’t even get to eat he was so tired. He let out a yawn. He sipped some more coffee.
He glanced to Bengal as he murmured to himself. He couldn’t quite catch it, though Bengal did laugh at him. He blinked up at Bengal as he talked about getting him a sword. “Eeeeh, swords are so-so. At least, to me they are. Maybe I could stand to get a better butcher’s knife, though. One that could actually be wielded, maybe? I just feel like an axe can get in deeper.” He shrugs. “Gets more use, and the like. You know?”
He glanced outside again, then back to Bengal. He nodded his head enthusiastically at Bengal’s proposition. “Yeah! Let’s eat!” he’d say excitedly. Taking a big gulp of the rest of the coffee, rolling his eyes at Bengal’s tease. “Yeah, I know that.” He huffs. “I just gotta dry off.” He’d say, peering at Bengal, before walking over to his backpack. He pressed it with his toe a few times before shrugging. Seemed as though it had everything.
He gave himself a few more dabs with his towel to make sure he was dry, especially with his hair. It was a big pain to keep it undone, so he swiftly braided it, tied the bands around it, then squatted down and took out some fresh clothing, getting dressed and so forth. Once he was ready, he put all of his things back into the backpack. “We coming back here later?” he’d ask Bengal. If he responded yes, he’d bring his backpack. If he responded no, he’d sling it on his back.
Walking toward his protégée, he nodded. “Alright! I think I’m all set.”
Post by Satori Ryuutei on Dec 6, 2020 8:32:47 GMT -5
Bengal released a laugh of amusement as Rolkhim casually commented on weaponry, misunderstanding what he'd been saying. Though he was correct, it wasn't what he'd been talking about himself.
"I was referring to getting you an item with quality comparable to my blade, Rolk. Not getting you an actual sword. I don't think you even know how to use[/u] a sword. An axe or cleaver seems like a much better idea for you. You just don't want one of this small villages." He chuckled dryly, and it became a full laugh that rumbled the room as he showed such eagerness for a meal.
Well, he was hungry too. It all worked out. Watching Rolk squat down, Bengal smirked briefly as his head tilted to the side. Still a nice view. Then blinking, he glanced toward the door a moment as he contemplated what he should get them for food. He had a feeling anything that they both cooked would be better off for them in the end.
Small towns like this rarely had that many spices or food variety. Humming in his chest his gaze shifted toward Rolkhim midway through him getting dressed. The question about them returning caused him to shake his head.
"This won't take long, it'll be better to just eat, do the job and then head back probably." Watching Rolk sling the bag on he would turn, pushing the door open and tilting his head to the side.
"Rolk do you have spices on you? I have a few, but more variety would be good. I'm thinking about just having us cook our own food. The inn is probably just selling basic stew and bread, and I'd like something a bit heftier. And, honestly," he leaned down, stating in a bemused tone, "Your cooking is even better than mine, which is a nice rarity. Housewife material." He snickered at the teasing joke, before straightening a bit as they walked down the steps of the inn.
WC: 363 TWC: 1,081
Statistics
Rank: Grand Fame: Tier 4 Strength: Intermediate Speed: 25m/s
Mana Skin: 24/24 Health: 20/20 Mana: 465/465 Mana Regen: +55/75
Post by Rolkhim Ambrose on Dec 6, 2020 11:13:20 GMT -5
“Oh!” Rolkhim had said as Bengal explained his intentions, leaning over toward Bengal’s sword to get a good look at it. “Hrmmh.. yeah, that’s a pretty good sword alright, what make is it? I’m MAYBE understating my appreciation for its quality.” He had said, before looking up at Bengal and nodding, having gone to get dressed after appreciating the man’s blade from a respectable distance. As he got dressed, he felt a shiver up his spine. He glanced back to Bengal, but he was looking at the door. He shrugged and continued to search for clothing.
Once he had his trousers up and his shirt down and had walked over to Bengal, he nodded to the man. “Right, backpack it is. I could always drop it if more apes come, I guess. The less weight there is, the quicker I can be at running behind you.” He joked, grinning at the man. He was about to walk out with Bengal, though the man suddenly stopped, making Rolkhim also stop to avoid bumping into him. He took a step back, before looking up to the somewhat feral guy.
He grinned at Bengal as he asked his question. “Oh yes! I have many, good weather for keeping them nice and preserved, too. I’ve got… Well, let’s see what they have first, shall we? I guess we were too tired to eat yesterday, I’m starving. I could turn tavern stew into something a bit better, maybe. Depends on the base. Got some dried meats in my backpack, and a few other things. Makes me wish I had ice magic.” He sighed. “Then I could preserve meat properly without having to dry it out. Oh well.” He’d continue to blabber, the prospect of getting to cook, or at least make the food better, exciting him.
He gained a slight blush as Bengal mentioned about him being housewife material. “I’m more of an outdoor wife. Get it? Cats? Eh. And of course, my cooking is better, I’ve probably spent as much time learning it as you have trained those abs of yours.” He snorts, still blushed a bit as they moved down toward the inn’s common room. Or. Whatever an inn had that everyone gathered around in. Drinking room? He’d never asked about that. He’d mostly just drank at the inn then went to get a bed. Never really thought about it. He was really thinking a lot right now. Maybe it was the housewife comment flushing him.
Post by Satori Ryuutei on Dec 6, 2020 18:21:00 GMT -5
Bengal has sufficiently flustered Rolk into an uncertain mess, exactly what he'd been attempting to do. Pleased with this he would straighten and listen quietly while Rolkhim jabbered on about possible meals he could work with. Tucking his hands into the pockets of the leather jacket while he examined the main mess hall of the inn. There were a few patrons, mostly early birds that were nursing hot cups while the innkeeper murmured quickly with two men that looked to be militia. Bengal grunted. The talking was full of concern, and the ki radiating from them all was nervous. Lacking heat was a serious problem for a town during winter.
Still, they'd solve that problem easily enough. So instead he focused on Rolkhim's words.
"If you can whip up something better using the stew, I'm all for it. We could go hunting while we're out and get something fresh, too. Wouldn't take me any time." He tilted his head to the side, leaving it to Rolk. His lip twitched upward. "Your choice. Husband's job to go hunt anyway." More teasing, but he enjoyed the blush that played across his cheeks with each teasing comment. Bengal shifted his gaze toward the backpack, humming as the idea of various spices and dried meat were touched on.
"Either sounds fine to me. I'm not picky, even if I cook a decent amount." Ryuutei meals focused on health and energy. Though they did use a few unique spices from Hino, and had more rice-based dishes than cooking here in Clover. In the end, they were still a pragmatic people. He could only cook so well with limited resources and a culture that considered taste second to benefits.
"You have food magic, right?" he mused, scratching his chin. "You could probably create a spell to keep food preserved at a guess." His shoulders lifted in a shrug, uncertain. It seemed feasible considering the specialized element of Rolkhim's magic, though. The comment on Rolk having spent as much time cooking as he spent training caused another laugh to radiate from his chest.
"Probably right there. Though you seem to do plenty of squats." He joked smugly, glancing down at the target of his affections. Before shifting his gaze, and their walk toward the innkeeper. "Pardon," Bengal stated idly, lifting a hand to interrupt the conversation.
"We're going to go gather some timber for you lot. Any good locations to drop it all off so that the town can get it evenly? Also, breakfast before we head out with some ale would be great." Bengal's shadow caused the others to go quite quickly, obviously a bit intimidated by the large man. Bengal was more concerned with the owner, the others were of no import.
WC: 491 TWC: 1,572
Statistics
Rank: Grand Fame: Tier 4 Strength: Intermediate Speed: 25m/s
Mana Skin: 24/24 Health: 20/20 Mana: 465/465 Mana Regen: +55/75
Post by Rolkhim Ambrose on Dec 6, 2020 19:11:36 GMT -5
Rolkhim moved forth despite his reddened cheeks. He huffed at Bengal as he seemed quite smug about it. He guessed this would be what he’d have to deal with for the rest of his life. Or at least until Bengal kicked the bucket, which he didn’t quite want at all. Or when Bengal was off doing other things. Rolkhim was no housewife, not at all. He wanted to see the world, he just so happened to still be in the starting area. No shame of that. At the age of… How old was he again? Twenty-two? Three? He’d give himself until twenty-five before he’d start roaming beyond the land of Clover, and the others.
“Assuming they use stew.” Rolkhim pointed out, broken out of his train of thought by bengal’s words. “They probably will, of course, most economical thing to make, really. Wonder if it’ll be fresh, old, or an eternal one?” he hums to himself as he followed the man. “Hunting sounds good, and it’ll save the dried meats for the road.” He nods. He huffed as Bengal teased him again. “If it’s your job to go hunt and get the things, then I can just put my foot up here. I don’t think I’m a wife yet, either.” He points out. “I don’t see a ring.” He snorts with laughter. He was joking now, but he half expected to see one or something later on. That would be awkward.
“I’m sure you’re not, though it’s better to eat good food than bad food. Either way, you need a lot of it.” Rolkhim says, aiming to playfully tap at Bengal’s stomach with the back of his hand. He didn’t have to worry about hurting him or whatever, the man ruined those apes. He could take a light-hearted whack easy. Hopefully. “Well, I could do that.” He hummed. “But I’ve not exactly been trained in the art of magic, not for a very, very long time. Too rusty, I’ve just been surviving with my wit, hands and feet.”
“I’d have to figure it out.” He shrugs. He then huffed at Bengal’s squat comment. “And plenty of other things!” he says indignantly. “Pushups… Situps… Hip thrusts… Running, walking, the works. Got plenty of time to do stuff when the food’s cooking.” he nods. He then shut up as they approached the innkeeper. Rolkhim nodded appreciatively at the added ale request. Coffee in the morning was good, ale was better. Though now that he thought about it he rarely drank, only when he had the money to do so, and it was a celebration. He inwardly shook his head, stop getting sidetracked!
“And if you want, I could make whatever it is you’re cooking a little tastier, got some herbs and spices on me.” He added helpfully.
Post by Satori Ryuutei on Dec 6, 2020 20:15:23 GMT -5
Bengal chuckled dryly as Rolkhim explained the... "intense" workout regime, which caused Bengal's lip to twitch. Better to not tell him that it sounded like a standard workout to just stay healthy. Not really that intense or strenuous. In any case, it was better to leave it unsaid. Perhaps he'd pull Rolkhim in for his daily training once things settled a bit. Though, from what he commented about his magic it would be better to steer him in that direction.
Would mean he'd keep the extra weight where Bengal liked it, too. So that was definitely the better option. Meanwhile, however, the actual discussion was being held in regards to the main job of the duo.
"Ah! That's great news! Are you magic knights?" The man glanced for a mantle, seeing nothing until focusing on Bengal's tattoos and the mutter of 'White Tiger' was given under his breath. Recognizing the man after a bit of focus on what he'd heard over the years. Straightening a bit as he offered a smile before Bengal could refute the assumption, moving quickly as if not wishing to insult the man that had turned down said organization several times.
"Well, either way, we're happy for the help! We're keeping the pile of public logging by the center of town. Easy to break it up and bring it in. Since it's all wet anyway we don't really have much of a choice, unfortunately. " The words were tried, and Bengal understood why. Burning wet firewood was incredibly inefficient. It put out far more smoke, less heat, and clogged up chimneys with all kinds of useless gunk over time.
"I'll see about drying it out as well," Bengal stated simply, before nodding once toward Rolkhim at his offer to improve the dinner. "I'd appreciate if you let him work though, he's good at what he does." The words caused the man to nod once, not seeming to mind at all. It was common for travels to come in with small spice pouches of salt, pepper and nutmeg to flavor their foods a bit after all. Bengal leaned back, watching as the man motioned toward Rolkhim.
"Come on back, you're welcome to spruce up the pot a bit. I made some oatmeal and added in some berries and a bit of honey we had left from the summer. You're more than welcome to see what you can do with it." The man smiled, opening up the bar's swinging door while he stepped back. Allowing Rolk to enter before heading to the kegs, pouring two large troughs of ale.
WC: 464 TWC: 2,036
Statistics
Rank: Grand Fame: Tier 4 Strength: Intermediate Speed: 25m/s
Mana Skin: 24/24 Health: 20/20 Mana: 465/465 Mana Regen: +55/75
Post by Rolkhim Ambrose on Dec 7, 2020 9:28:16 GMT -5
Rolkhim squinted at Bengal as he chuckled for some reason. What was he laughing at? Something he said? Something in the tavern? He wasn’t sure. Though he might have tried being funny at some point. Maybe it was that. Maybe not. Either way, they were here to help the tavern goers anyway. Any the rest of the town, he supposed. But you can’t cook without heat, unless you were making a salad. But then it’d be more of an assortment than cooking. Oh well.
To the innkeeper’s question, Rolkhim responded with an unsure “Err…” he placed one of his hands behind his neck, scratching the back of it. He wasn’t a magic knight at all, though the innkeeper seemed to recognise Bengal so he didn’t really need to say anything. The guy seemed fairly awed by Bengal, he wasn’t too sure how popular Bengal was due to his lack of social…-ness after a fair while. Sure he swapped the few stories, but they were few and far between, and it was mostly about the local area for him to explore.
Rolkhim nodded as they talked about logging and so forth. Though, the wet firewood wasn’t exactly ideal, he couldn’t fault them for doing the best they could. He glanced to Bengal as he nodded to him. He nodded to the other guy. “Right!” he’d say, walking along as the man motioned to him, off to see what he had to work with. Some oatmeal and berries, and honey. It wasn’t too bad, he supposed. “I’ll surely do my best!” he grinned to the man.
He walked through the door and had a look around. Berries, oatmeal and honey weren’t too bad, they could be combined to make an alright meal, though, Bengal probably needed a bit more than that. He checked the volume, and yeah, Bengal probably required more than just some oatmeal and berries. Maybe he should’ve asked him to hunt for them before entering. Oh well. Time to get to work!
He hummed as he checked what kind of oatmeal they had. They seemed to be rolled, which was alright. He wondered what he could add to make them bigger for Bengal, before shaking his head. He’d have to break out the dried meat. He took out some dried meats and placed them on a plate, added some bread, made a nice dried pork sandwich, pepper, smoked paprika and so forth. With the oatmeal, he got some milk from his backpack. Turned on the fire, and roasted the oats a little, to make a nuttier texture. After that, added some herbs and spices, the honey and the milk, sprinkling in some salt. If he had eggs he could’ve added them, but he didn’t at the moment. He nodded to himself.
He got them two large bowls as well as the cut up pork sandwich. He’d probably have to have one slice, while Bengal had the rest. He re-entered with the enhanced oatmeal and the stuffed sandwich. “Not my best work, but it should suffice ‘til lunch time.” He noted.
Post by Satori Ryuutei on Dec 8, 2020 19:12:34 GMT -5
Bengal grinned as Rolkhim would totter off stating that he'd do his best. Oatmeal wasn't a meal that he'd had much of, his Clan tended to make rice porridge instead but it was a similar taste. Though here they tended to make it a bit overly sweet for his taste. June would like it. Bemused, Bengal watched as the shorter male meandered into the back before lifting his ale to his lips. He'd have a bit of time to kill while Rolk worked. Glancing along the counter and window he measured the distance to the forest.
How much could they get done? It was more in regards to how much could they realistically cut and dry, he supposed. Releasing a breath he blinked and glanced to the side as Rolk suddenly came in with a large sandwich alongside two large bowls of oatmeal that had a far more savory than sweet scent. A hum filled Bengal's chest.
"Already know my preferences, look at you," he mused, accepting the platter and bowl with a grin. "Thanks, Rolk," he stated simply, a large hand lifting and petting his head briefly before taking a bite. The oatmeal had been too sweet before, he could already tell. But he'd added something to it to help even out the balance of taste. Probably salt if he had a guess. It tasted like it. Emphasizing the flavors of the berries a bit as well. It was a bit thicker, too. Cream, maybe?
He hummed, clearly pleased before taking a bite of the sandwhich. Quite content with their makeshift breakfast as he glanced down toward Rolkhim. Swallowing his bite before speaking. "I figure we'll spend about two hours cutting for them." They could cut and dry the whole damn forest if need be, but two hours of hard work with magic would give them plenty of wood to use for a while. Also wouldn't take the job from any rookies that were looking to make some easy coin in the same way. Lifting the mug of ale to his lips he set the other down in front of his parter.
The contrast of ale and oats was quite nice. He grunted. An unlikely but nice combination that he approved of quite heavily.
WC: 409 TWC: 2,445
Statistics
Rank: Grand Fame: Tier 4 Strength: Intermediate Speed: 25m/s
Mana Skin: 24/24 Health: 20/20 Mana: 465/465 Mana Regen: +55/75
Post by Rolkhim Ambrose on Dec 9, 2020 15:43:04 GMT -5
Rolkhim watched Bengal carefully as they ate. It ended up tasting alright, the oatmeal. He had given it a kind of roasty taste by putting the oats over a fire first. He didn’t detect any hint of dissatisfaction from him, though. He did hum as he arrived with it, placing the food on the table, and said he knew his preferences. He shrugged with a smile, blinking as he was pet on the head. “I may be short, but head pats are for children.” He huffed, puffing his cheeks out at Bengal in a mock pout.
Rolkhim then sat down before Bengal could take that as an invitation to pet somewhere else, taking a bite of oatmeal as he held his sandwich in the other hand. Or, his part of the sandwich. He bit into the sandwich, he could’ve made it a bit more tender, but he didn’t really have all that much time for it. They had to go chopping, after all! He spooned some more oatmeal down as he glanced at Bengal, humming while he ate.
“Two hours? That’s a lot of wood.” he responded as they ate together. “What with your strength and mine combined, we could probably turn a village into a town in that time.” He snorted. It was mostly Bengal’s strength, if he had wood cutting magic. Rolkhim just had his biceps. And legs. And back. And other things. Mostly his physical prowess. Rolkhim drank some ale. His inner Dwarf compelled him to drink it all at once, without gulping. He just tilted his head back and let it run straight down his throat.
Once he finished, he took a breath and nodded to Bengal. “Sounds good, I’m gonna be sore later but you’re a pretty good healer, eh?” he snorted, gaining a slight flush. “Also a good warm up for the way back, I guess?” he shrugged. “I’m good to go when you are! Er, maybe after another ale. Can I get another ale?” he’d ask, swishing his empty tankard around, finishing off his sandwich as he did so.
Post by Satori Ryuutei on Dec 9, 2020 19:15:48 GMT -5
Bengal chuckled at the pout that was offered to him over the head pat. Shaking his head slightly in reply. "Affection is for anyone I feel like giving it that enjoys it. You like my attention and affection, so it's fine," he replied smugly before lifting another bite up to his lips. Watching as Rolkhim would comment on the time span. Shrugging slightly in response.
"It'll give them plenty, and it'll be a good workout for you as well," he replied simply, lifting a drink of the ale to his lips. Then pausing as he watched Rolk just seamlessly chug the entire mug with a slow blink. Ah, right. No gag reflex at all. His lip twitched upward in amusement at a memory before taking a normal swig from his own drink.
"I'm decent enough at healing to ensure you're just sore and nothing else, at the very least," he replied easily, smirking at the slight flush. It was a good warmup either way, and they'd get paid decently for it. In the end that's all they could really ask for. It would certainly do. The request for a second ale caused the bartender to grunt, re-filling the mug while Bengal finished off his meal quickly. The man tore through plates of food as quickly as he did enemies.
"I'm ready," Bengal agreed simply, rising after Rolkhim had finished his next round of ale before rotating his arms slowly. Turning and moving toward the exit he glanced back toward the shorter male, arching a brow. "Your magic is rusty, so you're relying on just your body right? We should fix that after this. I have an orb that's good for training. Maybe you, June and Eve can work together in it. It'll be good at pushing you lot further if nothing else."
WC: 336 TWC: 2,781
Statistics
Rank: Grand Fame: Tier 4 Strength: Intermediate Speed: 25m/s
Mana Skin: 24/24 Health: 20/20 Mana: 465/465 Mana Regen: +55/75
Post by Rolkhim Ambrose on Dec 10, 2020 18:32:51 GMT -5
Rolkhim pouted at him again, sticking his tongue out in playful petulance, before returning to his food. His smugness was smug; he’d have to work on that a little. But how? He could try doing something sneaky, but if he did it poorly, he’d probably get an earful from Bengal, or even just a walk away. Rolkhim didn’t really want that, so Rolkhim just huffed and let it pass. For now. Maybe.
“As if I need a workout. I work out already.” He’d say, tapping his tankard against the table. Bengal seemed surprised by his being able to drink the entirety of the tankard in one go, and to that he gave him a sly wink. He returned his attention to Bengal as he spoke. “Alright, sore I can handle, I can deal with that.” he nodded. “Hypothermia isn’t something I’m too fond of. Maybe I should get a better shirt, or maybe a coat.” He hums thoughtfully.
The bartender re-filled his ale, allowing him to give an appreciative nod and a smile. In the end, the race, and all things, came down between Bengal and Rolkhim. Would Bengal eat faster, or would Rolkhim drink faster? It came down to the wire. Rolkhim just upended the tankard and drank the ale swifter than it was poured.
“Way ahead of you.” He’d say, having placed his tankard down as soon as Bengal uttered the words. “Woo!” he’d say, his fists in the air. That’s what he gets for being smug earlier. He out-drank-ate him. He hopped off his stool and stood up, stretching. He followed Bengal as they made for the exit. “Yep, just my arms. And everything else. Where’re we going to get an axe, or something?” he’d ask, humming as Bengal said he had an orb for training. “How does that work? Does it just take my magical attacks? Does it help me focus? Do I hold it in my hand or so?” Rolkhim asked, peering around. “And, June and Eve? Oh! Friends of yours? Should be fun to meet.” He nods, hopping on the spot somewhat, getting ready for the coldness that was outside. Even with the backpack and shirt on.