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Close enough to smell the acidic breath of the beast, Libertus swings his flaming club mightily as he brings it to bear against the ankheg. "That's the idea, Hastard! If these creatures make it to Hell, perhaps they will be remade into something worth a damn!" he cries as he hopes to land his attack.
Rolling his eyes, Libertus calms himself as he dismisses the flames from his weapon when Tamas decides to reveal the whole truth. "Next time, tell the whole truth, boy." he says with a steely voice. "Half-truths and simpering behind the skirt of your mother is no way for a man to live." he says before hearing Jax's identification. "We should leave immediately. This doesn't seem related to the cricket, but we do not even know if that is real at this point." he says as he moves to leave to the Kendall Amphitheater.
Libertus stands by as the group swindles their way into information. "If we are dealing with a criminal claiming to be a harrower, then we should detain her and turn her into the authorities. Additionally, this claim of disaster was foretold by this imposter, so its legitimacy is in question." After hearing that the criminals are armed, Libertus unslings the large mace across his back and wreathes it in flames as a few runic symbols appear in the air before him.
He leans the mace against his shoulder as he ascends the stairs, listening for sounds of crime and deceit.
Looking to Hastard, Libertus tilts his head oddly. "We have no leads on the remaining two cards and you want to squat in abandoned buildings when we could rest at an actual inn?" says Libertus, dumbfounded. Libertus shrugs. "Oh well, let us head to the Old District and find a proper mud pit for your hog. Perhaps we will pass some travelling Varisians and get lucky." he says, clearly unconvinced that the scraggly-headed woman would be so easy to find after doling out such terrible fortune and then disappearing.
"We should head to the Green Market to find her. Perhaps these 'false' flyers will be key." Libertus says as he looks over the parchment before crumpling it up and tossing it into the fires of the hearth. Since the group has no other leads, Libertus will indeed head to the Green Market if there are no objections.
As the hippogriff decides that it wants to tangle with the group, Libertus unsheathes his large mace and steps forward. He declares a single statement with firm intent. "Forgo the folly of this, hippogriff. We will not stay our blade if you dare to strike at us. Cower and save your life. Attack and forfeit it!" he boldly states while brandishing his heavy mace.
"A problem with rent..." he says, rolling his eyes as he slings the heavy mace back over his shoulder. "I'm glad that you bade me to hurry, Abaal. What next? Should we find a merchant's stall and hurry to bargain over apple prices?" Libertus takes his time as he moves around the inn, leaving the rest to do as they please. He will keep an eye open for any potential threats, but is mostly searching for something that could have triggered the Harrowing. "We don't even know if this is the right place..." he mutters. He notices that the dragons are still causing a ruckus and thinks aloud. "I wonder if that is normal..."
Libertus looks at the flippant man with disdain. "Canon fodder goes first. Please sacrifice your life for the mission. The Society and mankind in general will be grateful for the offering to Pharasma. " he says to him with a sneer. -Posted with Wayfinder
Libertus nods in agreement with Vanya. "We should investigate this..." it seems to pain Libertus to continue, but he resolute voice still speaks in spite of the name. "Frisky Unicorn." "We should see if these pseudodragons are causing mischief or perhaps they are the target of the calamitous event that she has foreseen." he supposes as there is very little direction on the threat they are facing. "This is likely the least informative mission that I have been commissioned for." he adds.
"I guess I'm surrounded by those that cannot..." he says introspectively as they disembark in Korvosa. Once the group finds Eodred's Square and speaks with Zeeva, he feels like he understands less than before. "Prophecy... Such fickle words are worthless." "What do you need us to do? You have only said that some woman foretold danger. What is the danger?"
"That you would compare yourself to me is folly. You appear to be much quicker and an appropriate breastplate wouldn't hinder you. If you aren't aiming to supplement your agility, then I would implore you to consider at least some sort of chain instead of this inferior armor..." Libertus says with disdain as he looks at the shoddy material used to protect the man. As for the arrival of the last two, Libertus appropriately greets them with a bow and the offering of his name. "If you wish to believe that you are truly free, then my words cannot sway you. We are all bound by chains, but some just cannot see them."
Libertus looks oddly at Abaal. "Are you not a tool of the Society? I believe that we all are as we are gathered here to do its bidding, which makes us the tools to achieve a better realm. A good tool does not hate the fact that it is a tool, but works to fulfill its purpose." he says as he examines the man's pride. "As for the knowledge of an appropriate smith, there is a smith who excels in the forging of blades and bladed weapons with skymetals. He is a tiefling who wields fire magicks and is able to melt mithril with only his magical prowess." Libertus says, contemplating the request. "I would ask him if you are looking for the creation of a personal weapon." "Also, you should purchase a breastplate." Libertus adds as he knocks on the shining black iron metal adorning his torso. "The added protection could be the difference between life and death. If you'd like, I shall craft one for you."
Goooooooong! Goooooooong! Goooooooong! A swinging hammer on metal resounds through the room with each strike as the bare-chested man stands over the anvil, his tongs holding a piece of plate mail. The heat from the forge is overwhelming but the man is only covered with a light sheen of sweat. Goooooooong! His repeated strikes seem to follow a cadence known only to him as the door to the smithy is opened and a man clad in black Hellknight Plate stands in the entrance. "Apprentice Libertus. Report to the halfling master Flaxseed in Cassomir in three days. He will test your strength appropriately. Report your mission upon your return." Wordlessly, the smith nods his head as the hellknight captain leaves, shutting the door and cutting off the refreshing breeze that momentarily brightened the thick atmosphere of the smithy. "You will be finished some day..." he says as he douses the plate of steel into water and tosses the metal onto a pile of mismatched, unfinished pieces. --- Reporting to the Lodge, Libertus enters and immediately heads to the briefing room. He finds that he is not the first to arrive and he salutes smartly. "Greetings. I am Libertus, Apprentice of the Hellknights of the Chain. I shall be joining you on this mission." he says clearly and proudly. "Who do I have the honor to serve with?" he asks as he lowers his hand from the salute and takes stock of the room. A small gnome. Not much martial prowess. Probably a spellcaster of sorts. Very useful, though a Signifier would be a better comrade. A fire elemental-blooded man with a good build... Ugh... A Shelynite, how wasteful of talent. Ah, that man has a fine physique. His falchion looks sharp, though he wears the inferior studded leather. Surely the man can afford a good breastplate if he can buy enchanted leather... "It looks like I have been given the appropriate tools to work. I hope the halfling master will arrive soon with the details. Is this supposed to be a traditional six man team?" he asks, unsure of the new policies of the Society. |
