Hyrule Adventures 2

Kuro nodded at Hithos. "Thanks," he said. He turned around and left. He was confident that his future held good things for him, now that he was a free spirit. He couldn't help but wonder what was actually in store for him.

OOC: if it says grunts does tat mean only they can use them. and what if it dosent say anything

IC: a Man with black hair and blue eyes aproched a sheild thinking about stealing it but realized he had just enough to buy it

RG Edit: Please do not double post; just edit the previous post.

Sheathe quietly entered the store, and walked up to Hithos. "I wish to be a Nomad." Sheathe simply stated.

Drake addressed the quarter master as he entered the store. "You there I need to be trained as a Nomad"

"Well, you'll both need to spend 3 TP on Nomad-only abilities first." Hithos said once again, giving his information like an instinct as he polished a shield.

"Alright Hithos I got three talent points" Drake said "enlighten me"

Sukotsutsu walked in to the store looking around. Wow there is so much stuff, to bad I don't have a lot of rupees he thought. He looked and seen that the was a staff that was in his range of rupees. He grabbed the staff and walked to the cashier and said "I'll by this deku staff." He then gave the rupees to the cashier.


OOC: I meant to post this a long time ago, but I forgot.

Rust stepped into the shop and took a deep breath, he glanced round the room at the numerous weapons adorning the walls and shelves before finding one to suit his needs. He walked to the counter an threw down his last remaining rupees and gestured at a particular sword.

"I need that sword" he stated bluntly, not being one to waste his breath with unnessersary conversation.

The knowledge that he was spending the last of his rupees didn't matter to Rust. It was just a means to an end.

Hey, I was wondering if I could become a vassal. What must I do?

Turning from his sale to Rust, Hithos wiped his hands on his pants and heaved a sigh. "To become a Vassal, you must spend three talent points on Vassal-only abilities."

Volcia cautiously asks Quartermaster Hithos to be trained in the ways of the grunt, with his permission. Volcia had waited for this moment since he came to the North Castle.

Placing a shield upon the counter, Hithos glanced at the young man filled with fighting spirit and determination, a smile quickly forming on his face. "Sure, kid! Always a pleasure to train young adventurers, such as yourself, in the ways of the Grunt!" A brief pause, as he readies himself to give a speech he probably has professed several times before. "In order to advance as a Grunt, choose which class you wish to pursue - Vassal, Nomad or Mercenary - and spend a minimum of 3 TP on skills restricted to that class." The man coughed for a few moments. "We shall talk again once you've done so."

Eberron's eyes shined with glee as he stared at the wares available within the shop. Wood. So much wood, all the swords and shields laid out before him... It would cost him all the meagre shiny green rocks he had collected so far, but he bought a wooden sword and shield a piece. Holding both close to his face so he could a closer look, he quickly placed both into the large bag on his back. They might even have some use later. From his experience so far, wood tended to.

"Thank you, sir..."

Eberron smiled, and gave a little wave as he walked back out to resume his travels.

ALTERNATE UNIVERSE WHERE CAKE DOESN'T EXIST

Rosen stood before the quartermaster, his face contorted into an odd smile that spoke of accomplishments as well as anticipation for some bout of otherworldly training to become a vassal. It seemed a little odd though, a goron of such age and fragility, to decide so late in his life a career choice where so many youthful warriors stood nearby exasperating the wrinkles on his face and the rather pale and color-ridden face that ran about as gray as the beard attached to him.

"I'm here to be a vassal, friend." He said with that grin still plastered across his face like a gash or perhaps another wrinkle that had permanently grew onto his countenance from the time that he entered the building and waited for the man's reply and hopeful validation.

"Can't imagine being much---"

A chain of coughs and spasms punctuated his request as he reached towards the table to retrieve the breath he apparently dropped in his patience and studies in the form of vassal.

"Can't imagine being much else."

OOC: 3 TP were spent on honorable kill and 'the king's banner'

Hithos couldn't stop his eyes from opening wide at the sight of the aged Goron. "S-sure, yes. Vassal it is then." He looked Rosen up and down. "Yes, you seem to have trained well enough. Go forth, Vassal, and fight for your Kingdom!"