[Given that it's been explained that I'll be involved for this next mission, is there anything for me to be doing right now?]
Not just yet.
((Oh, am I going to be involved too or just Glass?))
I'm going to gradually up the player count to eight as the missions increase in difficulty. You'll be in either come the next player cap increase, or when someone dies - whichever happens sooner.
"I'm gonna go and look at the armory, I need something with some silver on it."
Go to the armory and look for some kind of silver knife, and some armor to cover my torso.
"Armory, eh ?" Zork says, looking at the broken piece of wood he's holding. "Maybe they'll have something to replace my old club. Poor thing, you were gone too soon..."
Head to the armory and look for a new weapon.
"I will go investigate the armory. My present lack of armor is worrisome."
Jericho heads off to the armory.
You head over towards the armory, walking down the grey stone corridor. You stop when you come to a large set of wood double doors with ornate brass hinges. This is, from what you've been told, the entrance to the armory. You walk inside, and see a rather large room lined with various weapon racks. Doors sit on every wall, and the room seems to turn to the left and continue. A few recruits are looking at the available weapons hanging on the wall, which seem to have everything from falchions to glaives to composite bows. A tall red-haired man wearing plain clothes and chain mail gauntlets steps forward as you enter, greeting you with a large grin and an amicable wave.
"Greetings! You must be the new recruits Officer Aloren was telling me about - you're under Pharrin's charge, correct? Welcome to our armory, Silverblades! I'm Lyco, and I'll be seeing to it that you get fitted with the finest equipment we have to offer! I'll be with you as fast as I can."
The man walks over to Robert first, and after hearing what he's looking for, grins.
"A silver knife, eh? We have quite a few silver long knives, just the thing for hacking Beasts to pieces! As for armor, I'm not sure that we have anything in your size, but I'll do my best to check. If we don't, I'll get one of our armorers on the job. Excuse me for a bit."
Lyco walks into one of the armory's side rooms, and returns with a wickedly sharp single-edged knife, with a blade nearly as weighty looking as an axehead. The point is also deadly sharp, to allow for both slashing and stabbing, a commodity that most larger weapons lack. Lyco grins as he lightly pricks his finger with his tip, before grimacing and hiding his now bleeding finger behind his back. He hands you the knife, and you find it quite well balanced, although a bit heavy. It'll be slower than, say, a dagger, but every strike will have weight behind it.
"Is this to your liking? If not, I'd be more than willing to find something that you're more comfortable with. Our armory is vast, and certainly there's something we have that will work if this doesn't."
Lyco turns to Zork, and reaches up to try and give Zork a reassuring pat on the shoulder when he sees the splintered club. Unfortunately, he can't quite reach, and the whole ordeal turns out quite awkward. Lyco squints at the club for a second more before his expression suddenly brightens. He raises a hand as if making a great proclamation.
"Aha! I think we have just the thing for you, friend!"
Saying this, he rushes into the back. You all wait a minute, and he doesn't return. Suddenly, the door creaks open, and you see Lyco lugging a massive spiked morningstar with him. He staggers over to Zork, and drops it down, panting.
"I... uh... this..."
Lyco pauses for a second to regain his composure, and you inspect the morningstar. It's certainly smaller than the club was, perhaps only half as large. However, the vast majority of its weight is concentrated in the morningstar's head, which is covered in nasty looking spikes, each embedded in a socket rather than part of the actual head of the morningstar. Lyco pants for a second more before standing up straight and picking up the morningstar again.
"This morningstar doesn't have the reach of your old club, it seems, but it certainly has more weight behind it - it's far more dense, meaning that it'll pack more of a punch. Plus, the silver spikes are small enough to not break when you're dealing with armored foes, but they'll still do a number on Beasts and unarmored foes alike. They
might bend out of shape, as is a small problem with silver, but we can hammer them back to normal without a problem. It should weigh just a little bit more than your club, but if you want something a little less different, let me know - we do have a few great clubs that more closely resemble your old weapon, although I can't say that we have too many."
Lyco turns to Jericho, and smiles pleasantly.
"That's a fine axe you have there! Emberlog is certainly rare this far from the forests to the South... so I can assume that you're not looking for a new weapon. No, no, judging by the state of your current apparel, I'd assume you're in search of armor. In that case, you may want to follow me!"
You tag along as Lyco leads you into a small room, lit by a few sconces. All sorts of armor line the walls, from simple tanned leather jerkins to heavy sets of plate armor. Lyco pulls three sets of armor down from the shelves and presents them to you. One is a leather hauberk, with reinforced joints and protective mail layered under the torso section. It's certainly light as far as armor goes, and should be both flexible and silent, although it won't do much good against more powerful strikes. The next is just full heavy chainmail, complete with a coif. It looks more protective, although it protects from slashing attacks far more than it does piercing and blunt force. The last is a steel breastplate with mail fittings. It's by far the most protective, although it leaves your head and hands vulnerable, and still weighs just as much as the chainmail.
"We don't have much armor available at the moment, but these should all fit you. If you're not a fan of any of the options, I can certainly have one of our armorers make something more to your liking, although it won't be as elaborate."
"Hmph. Apotheosis, eh?"
Knowing now about the Champion's Crown, head to the training grounds. Azirkan is proud, but he suspects he ought to be stronger and faster in preparation for the future...
You head over to the training grounds, and find a large open field, bordered by the main facility behind you, a barracks access point to your left, and walls both in front of you and to your right. A few wooden training weapons are scattered about, and a few Silverblades are either sparring or doing various training regimens. You can see equipment ranging from simple balance beams to artificial rocky outcroppings meant to emulate a cliff face. You glance around for a bit more before a figure, in the uniform of an officer, steps up to you.
"Ah, you must be one of the new recruits, yes? It is good to see new faces, friend. I am Officer Auria, I help lead most of the training around here. If you're just looking to practice on your own, feel free to pick up one of our wooden weapons and practice. If you want to practice with one of our trainers, simply join their group and follow their instructions."
Auria eyes your scimitars, and points over to a man in a grey longcoat. It seems that he's delivering a lecture to a small group of recruits.
"Over there is Vincentius, one of our best swordsmen. He's one of our best when it comes to skill with blades, and I'm sure you could learn a thing or two from him, even if you already know your way around a sword. He's almost concluded one of his lectures, and should start with technique training any minute now."
Auria then turns her focus over to another trainer, this one reading from a small book in his left hand and clasping a small pouch in his right.
"That's Atrimian, one of our alchemists, although he's overall skilled when it comes to incantations and other skills in such a vein. Although I'm not a spellcaster, nor do I ever intend to be, I've still learned plenty from him, and I do believe that even the most steadfast martial purists could refine their craft with his assistance and tutelage."
She peers around for a second more before returning her gaze to you.
"Unfortunately, it seems that our other trainers are currently occupied, but if you check back later, I'm sure you can find other instructors in the case that you'd like to learn or refine some other skill. Good luck."
Auria shakes your hand before returning to training, leaving you to choose what you'd like to do.
"Very well. I shall find some supplies."
Alexander attempts to find a supply depot.
You head over to the barracks, which is adjacent to the storerooms. You come to a large but low-ceilinged room with a few ornate windows, which has quite a few doors. An old man sitting behind a desk puts down a small manuscript as you walk in.
"Hmm... is there something you're looking for?"
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