Mage Hunter
11-05-10, 05:46 PM
Drusilia knew she was going to have a rough time ahead of her. Even as the cigarette burned idly upon her lips she let a soft sigh escape her lips. Godhand Striker had been dead for more than three months now, and the Mage Hunter had gone back to doing what she did best. Despite the fact she was a Dawnbringer, it certainly brought with it unwanted fame. Trying to lay low and continue to hunt had been harder than ever, since almost everyone had heard of the dual sword wielding vixen who had fought Nialon Sunscar atop the parapets of Eluriand, and helped defeat Xem'zund deep below Raiarae. Even the government of Ettermire had seen fit to make an announcement that she could return home.
Not that she wanted to anymore.
Moving into the blacksmith's shops she waited politely behind the counter before she carefully unsheathed one of her titanium long swords. Placing it upon the counter she rang the bell carefully, only once and with distinct clarity, before she fished into her pocket and brought out the reason she was here. Fighting Xem'zund and his minions had taught her just how unprepared she was, and with the talks of Mercenaries being needed for some upcoming conflict, she needed to be more prepared, especially if the rumors held true.
"Excuse me? I just need a modification to the hilt of my sword so I can be on my way!"
Not that she wanted to anymore.
Moving into the blacksmith's shops she waited politely behind the counter before she carefully unsheathed one of her titanium long swords. Placing it upon the counter she rang the bell carefully, only once and with distinct clarity, before she fished into her pocket and brought out the reason she was here. Fighting Xem'zund and his minions had taught her just how unprepared she was, and with the talks of Mercenaries being needed for some upcoming conflict, she needed to be more prepared, especially if the rumors held true.
"Excuse me? I just need a modification to the hilt of my sword so I can be on my way!"