It's been a long day. Nearly a year long, if you look at the timestamps of this thread. This, at least, promises to resolve a number of questions with a satisfying kind of immediacy that the hours preceding it have largely failed to.
Progress, Flint thinks as he draws the sword from its sheath and checks the burr bite of the edge under his thumb, is a great lumbering ox. It takes all manner of whipping and cajoling to convince the thing budget, much less at speed. And to what end, exactly? An altar, apparently.
Which, fine. He can spill blood as effectively as any Imperium mage.
"If that man dies by falling onto a knife in his bed, we may as well leave here and begin begging in the streets of Ostwick for all the good it would do us," he says mildly. Satisfied by the nick in his thumb, Flint thrusts the ugly Ander sword back into his belt. The pommel strikes the sheath's decorative plate with a satisfying snap.
"I can beat Lawson. And if I can't, then we'd have been fucked either way."
At least if he dies in a fight with some shit Estwatch pirate, the rest of them will have saved time they might have otherwise wasted on playing revolutionary.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Nearly a year long, if you look at the timestamps of this thread.This, at least, promises to resolve a number of questions with a satisfying kind of immediacy that the hours preceding it have largely failed to.Progress, Flint thinks as he draws the sword from its sheath and checks the burr bite of the edge under his thumb, is a great lumbering ox. It takes all manner of whipping and cajoling to convince the thing budget, much less at speed. And to what end, exactly? An altar, apparently.
Which, fine. He can spill blood as effectively as any Imperium mage.
"If that man dies by falling onto a knife in his bed, we may as well leave here and begin begging in the streets of Ostwick for all the good it would do us," he says mildly. Satisfied by the nick in his thumb, Flint thrusts the ugly Ander sword back into his belt. The pommel strikes the sheath's decorative plate with a satisfying snap.
"I can beat Lawson. And if I can't, then we'd have been fucked either way."
At least if he dies in a fight with some shit Estwatch pirate, the rest of them will have saved time they might have otherwise wasted on playing revolutionary.