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Transferring to arms-of-an-ancient-age! I’m bringing Spud back, now onto an easier platform for me to RP. I’ll be deleting this blog, however.

Just wanted to say a big thanks to all those that roleplayed with me! @minttheglitch @azenyanistan @crystaldragonprincess

(crap that ain’t that many) Y’all are super rad rpers. Apologies for the sudden disappearance and the lack of any message from me for too long a period.

S’all I have to say. Blog will stay up until I finish the new one, then it’s going down. Have a good day!

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(Howdy.)

(Considering shutting this rp blog down. I’ve got school now, and rping isn’t as much of a hobby as it used to. Well, I haven’t really dropped rping, I’m still up to it on a sideblog. 

Also, it’s becoming a hassle to log out and in and out over and over again. Maybe I’ll continue Spud on a sideblog for convenience. 

Big thanks to the fellas that I’ve rped with.Y’all are mighty fine rpers and I’d recommend you any day of the week.

For now, this blog will remain inactive.)

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“Hair and bowmanship, Mint! Boys dig that, Mint! Haha!” laughed Spud.

“Got you a nice bow, and off you’re nailing pretty boys, hah!” He didn’t know why he had to yell. But he had to.

(Congrats, @minttheglitch​, forest ain’t so lonely now, innit?)

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“Sweet.” He said, head light and carefree with expectation.  A thought struck him, and as he glanced at the weapon racks, he wondered more.

“I could bring some stock with me, roving merchant style, eh? Hell, hopefully no one would need it. Not much use for a weapon in any ol’ natural beauty, right?” The idea grew on him. Well, he hoped he was right.

“Tell me this, suppose I did come packin’ implements of war... who’d be the first to flip over it?” It’s important to know, after all. On one faithful delivery of a shining showcase of a suit of plate, he packed with him some fighting steel to sell on the way. It hadn’t occurred to him that his client was a tyrant king and he accidentally brought in arms for a rebellious kingdom.

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“Hello, good day.” Mint shyly greeted as she caught glimpse of the forgemaster in front of her. “I heard that you’re quite a great blacksmith. I’d like to make a request.”

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“No smoking.” He gestured towards a sign, heavily covered with dirt. He turned around, noticing the dirt, and threw a dirty glove at it. The glove only managed to uncover a portion, revealing a “ok”.

“I see that you’re a soldier and you obviously have to meet up with the Big Bosses,” he said, finger quoting, “but you don’t have to sound like a cold bucket of fish with everyone you meet.” He hasn’t heard of a military that drills accents or emotion out of its soldier’s voices. Sure, she’s had a little tear-up last night, but that’s the most he’s gotten.

"HQ, this is Tango, repeat, this is TANGO, I am lost! HQ, this is Tango, repeat, TANGO, do you copy?" the Sayaritan soldier said as she lowered her rifle while talking into her radio. She got only static and let out a grunt as she put it away and shouldered her weapon, moving forward. Tango was close to a community but was still a distance away.

The road suddenly grew cold and winter’s breeze blew hard. Brown became white as the soldier’s vision was reduced to just an arm’s length. As quickly as it came, the winds relented, and the path thawed so quickly there was hardly any evidence that it froze. The forest was thicker, and the road was smaller, by its side stood a building of old masonry. Not brick, but stone. It was two floors, and the upper floor had cream colored walls. A warm light glowed out of three arches that served as its doors.

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“Mmm. Aesthetic~” he whispered loud enough to hear, rubbing where his temples ought to be, had he owned a face.

“No, I figure not, unless Waterfalls takes days to traverse. Hopefully,” he said, twiddling his fingers, “that’s not the case?”

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“Hello, good day.” Mint shyly greeted as she caught glimpse of the forgemaster in front of her. “I heard that you’re quite a great blacksmith. I’d like to make a request.”

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“Umbrella, food, okay, alright,” he said, counting down his stuffs on his hand. “Rain boots too, wet socks are the worst.”

“Hey, since I’ll be wandering most of the time, what kind of places can I expect? I mean, I guess it ruins the surprise, but it’s no fun trudging through a winter wonderland wearing board shorts and wolf pelts. Part of a long story.” He said. A little preparation goes a long way, wise men say. 

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“Hello, good day.” Mint shyly greeted as she caught glimpse of the forgemaster in front of her. “I heard that you’re quite a great blacksmith. I’d like to make a request.”

@arms-of-a-past-age

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“Have you ever talked casually? You ain’t soundin’ organic,” he commented. Her manner of speech was too formal for his tastes, and too formal for her background. At least, that’s what he thought. It’s probably just his preference for contractions.

“Anyways, last fella was this girl, Mint. Citizen clothes, pretty human looking. Had an eye mask, didn’t seem like she was blind though. Was a ‘monster’, I don’t know how or in what way. Why, what’s up with it?”

"HQ, this is Tango, repeat, this is TANGO, I am lost! HQ, this is Tango, repeat, TANGO, do you copy?" the Sayaritan soldier said as she lowered her rifle while talking into her radio. She got only static and let out a grunt as she put it away and shouldered her weapon, moving forward. Tango was close to a community but was still a distance away.

The road suddenly grew cold and winter’s breeze blew hard. Brown became white as the soldier’s vision was reduced to just an arm’s length. As quickly as it came, the winds relented, and the path thawed so quickly there was hardly any evidence that it froze. The forest was thicker, and the road was smaller, by its side stood a building of old masonry. Not brick, but stone. It was two floors, and the upper floor had cream colored walls. A warm light glowed out of three arches that served as its doors.

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“Hah, don’t sweat it, it’s harmless,” he laughed. The fires in the forge lit brightly and dimmed repeatedly, almost as if it was... laughing. The forge spit a tiny fireball at Mint!

Cleverly deflected with a swing of Spud’s hand. The fireball bounced off the back of it and landed harmlessly into a barrel of water, causing some water to spill and a sharp “sshhhhhiiiiishhhhhh!” as water boiled.

“Right, Waterfall, what’ll I need...” he thought, as the flames on his back crept up to his shoulder.

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“Hello, good day.” Mint shyly greeted as she caught glimpse of the forgemaster in front of her. “I heard that you’re quite a great blacksmith. I’d like to make a request.”

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“Howdy! Looks like I’ve got a backstory now.”

[Spud’s History is now available!]

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“Hello, good day.” Mint shyly greeted as she caught glimpse of the forgemaster in front of her. “I heard that you’re quite a great blacksmith. I’d like to make a request.”

@arms-of-a-past-age

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“Done and done,” Spud said, wheeling the sets back into the storeroom, leaving the rifle in the girl’s hands.

The Schmidt had a polished dark brown hardwood stock with silver engravings. A cursive “S” was engraved on both sides.

"HQ, this is Tango, repeat, this is TANGO, I am lost! HQ, this is Tango, repeat, TANGO, do you copy?" the Sayaritan soldier said as she lowered her rifle while talking into her radio. She got only static and let out a grunt as she put it away and shouldered her weapon, moving forward. Tango was close to a community but was still a distance away.

The road suddenly grew cold and winter’s breeze blew hard. Brown became white as the soldier’s vision was reduced to just an arm’s length. As quickly as it came, the winds relented, and the path thawed so quickly there was hardly any evidence that it froze. The forest was thicker, and the road was smaller, by its side stood a building of old masonry. Not brick, but stone. It was two floors, and the upper floor had cream colored walls. A warm light glowed out of three arches that served as its doors.

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“I guess I should’ve explained this earlier,” he tapped his chin thoughtfully, “The forge is tied to me. Magic. That whole fancy jazz, trust me, it’s more complicated than how I’m making it seem. The forge usually only acts like this when it feels strongly about something, like me leaving,” he said, putting a hand on the top of the great stony oven’s mouth. “Only a week,” he said to the now dormant forge.

Upon turning his back, a rogue flame jumped out of the forge and hit him square in the back, though this went unnoticed by him. It promptly set his shirt aflame. “So, where were we?”

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“Hello, good day.” Mint shyly greeted as she caught glimpse of the forgemaster in front of her. “I heard that you’re quite a great blacksmith. I’d like to make a request.”

@arms-of-a-past-age

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“Settled,” he agreed. There was a sudden low growl coming from the forge itself, the floor shaking slightly, and tongues of fire spitting out of the coals. 

He put a hand on the table. “Not permanently, you baby,” he huffed at the forge. “Geez, I need space too, if things’re gonna be healthy between us,” he pointed a finger at the forge, whose rebellious fires dimmed down to a submissive glow. The forge likes to think itself alive.

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“Hello, good day.” Mint shyly greeted as she caught glimpse of the forgemaster in front of her. “I heard that you’re quite a great blacksmith. I’d like to make a request.”

@arms-of-a-past-age

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“Yours if you want it,” he said, folding his arms, looking over the rifle sets. “Of course, you know the rules, only one.”

"HQ, this is Tango, repeat, this is TANGO, I am lost! HQ, this is Tango, repeat, TANGO, do you copy?" the Sayaritan soldier said as she lowered her rifle while talking into her radio. She got only static and let out a grunt as she put it away and shouldered her weapon, moving forward. Tango was close to a community but was still a distance away.

The road suddenly grew cold and winter’s breeze blew hard. Brown became white as the soldier’s vision was reduced to just an arm’s length. As quickly as it came, the winds relented, and the path thawed so quickly there was hardly any evidence that it froze. The forest was thicker, and the road was smaller, by its side stood a building of old masonry. Not brick, but stone. It was two floors, and the upper floor had cream colored walls. A warm light glowed out of three arches that served as its doors.

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“Sure.” He said, briefly disappearing into the storeroom. A few moments, and the sound of a wheeling rifle rack came to be. The guns were similarly well kept compared to the first set. 2 were Swiss. “Schmidt, and Rubin. Crazy names, they got,” he chuckled. 

If bullpups had style, then the rifles had class.

"HQ, this is Tango, repeat, this is TANGO, I am lost! HQ, this is Tango, repeat, TANGO, do you copy?" the Sayaritan soldier said as she lowered her rifle while talking into her radio. She got only static and let out a grunt as she put it away and shouldered her weapon, moving forward. Tango was close to a community but was still a distance away.

The road suddenly grew cold and winter’s breeze blew hard. Brown became white as the soldier’s vision was reduced to just an arm’s length. As quickly as it came, the winds relented, and the path thawed so quickly there was hardly any evidence that it froze. The forest was thicker, and the road was smaller, by its side stood a building of old masonry. Not brick, but stone. It was two floors, and the upper floor had cream colored walls. A warm light glowed out of three arches that served as its doors.

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“Well there it is,” he agreed, “I’m hitting the Waterfalls! Soon as I get that there helm lookin’ like a winner, that is.” He leaned back, pondering on the Waterfalls. It’s sure to be cold, and wet, no doubt. So, so far from this forge, all stony and hot and dry. A new and yet old idea struck him.

“Y’know, old man like me could use a wander-ful vay-cay. I’m thinking a little wander over yonder the Great White and into Waterfall. Say, a week? What do you think?”

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“Hello, good day.” Mint shyly greeted as she caught glimpse of the forgemaster in front of her. “I heard that you’re quite a great blacksmith. I’d like to make a request.”

@arms-of-a-past-age