Lighthawk76
05-16-06, 02:04 PM
The Lornius bazaar was buzzing in the aftermath of the first round of LCC battles. Everywhere people were talking: restating loyalties, speaking of cheaters, and bad-mouthing the teams they hated. The whole place was ready for the true tournament to get under way, now that the cream of the crop was left. Until that started though, the bickering would continue.
Blank was just happy that it was over for him. He hadn’t come away scarred and bitter, he hadn’t lost anything he couldn’t replace, and amazingly, Alan had been mildly impressed with him.
The old man, his traveling companion for the past months, had congratulated him as soon as he was off the battlefield. That was a rare thing coming from Alan, who was so sarcastically critical about most things. Just as soon as the congratulations were done, the man had disappeared again though. How he had seen the match would remain a mystery until a later time.
Now though, Blank had more pressing matters. His back was bare of the staff he had grown so accustomed to carrying, and the two pieces of it were sticking out of his satchel. It was only bad thing to come out of the LCC as far as Blank was concerned. It was more a symbol of pride though. His staff had been broken by the blade of Letho Ravenheart. That was something to be proud of.
Continuing to push himself through the crowds, at one moment thin and easy to move through, and the next becoming a bottlenecked cluster, he came to a small weapon shop. Walking in, he took out his broken staff, and placed the pieces on the counter.
“Hi. I, uh, need a replacement for this. I’m not sure what wood would be best, uh, probably oak or yew, though nothing too worn. And… umm… is there anything you can do with these… I mean…”
Blank wasn’t sure how he should word it. He picked up the two pieces of wood, and swung them around slowly, as if they were two blades. “Can you make them into wooden short swords?”
Blank was just happy that it was over for him. He hadn’t come away scarred and bitter, he hadn’t lost anything he couldn’t replace, and amazingly, Alan had been mildly impressed with him.
The old man, his traveling companion for the past months, had congratulated him as soon as he was off the battlefield. That was a rare thing coming from Alan, who was so sarcastically critical about most things. Just as soon as the congratulations were done, the man had disappeared again though. How he had seen the match would remain a mystery until a later time.
Now though, Blank had more pressing matters. His back was bare of the staff he had grown so accustomed to carrying, and the two pieces of it were sticking out of his satchel. It was only bad thing to come out of the LCC as far as Blank was concerned. It was more a symbol of pride though. His staff had been broken by the blade of Letho Ravenheart. That was something to be proud of.
Continuing to push himself through the crowds, at one moment thin and easy to move through, and the next becoming a bottlenecked cluster, he came to a small weapon shop. Walking in, he took out his broken staff, and placed the pieces on the counter.
“Hi. I, uh, need a replacement for this. I’m not sure what wood would be best, uh, probably oak or yew, though nothing too worn. And… umm… is there anything you can do with these… I mean…”
Blank wasn’t sure how he should word it. He picked up the two pieces of wood, and swung them around slowly, as if they were two blades. “Can you make them into wooden short swords?”