As Mason set up the tents for the first night Zachariah stoked the flame and Divirune went to hunt for some food. After mere minutes Zachariah and Mason are sitting by the fire waiting for their new ally to return. Mason pulled out a pair of beautifully hand carved chopsticks to paint and touch up. Curious Zachariah breaks the silence
"Do you always carry around a set of chopsticks?" He asked with a tilt of his head as he admired the craftsmanship.
"I always carry around three pairs in fact. Each one made the same way" as Mason lifted up a completed pair he pointed to a sharpened metal tip "You see I can make anything I want but in terms of weapon I'd rather have something unique. So I take chopsticks and turn them into specialized daggers" he runs his finger down the blade like tip proud of his creation before pulling it back and throwing it. With a soft thud the dagger sticks right out of an old tree. One that Divirune just walks from behind carrying the corpse of a wild boar
Divirune set the boar down and pulls the chopstick from the tree handing it back to the Rouge "a neat trick but won't the blood stained blade ruin your meal?" Divirune begins getting the boar and preparing to cook it.
"Actually as a chemist I have found a unique acid like substance that can clean the blood and gore but leave my blade perfectly fine. That said though I do need to wash it in a river afterwards. Which is why I have 3 pairs. Always keep extras"
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Stories of the The Stacked Deck Guild
FantasyI love the concept of D&D. The thought put in by the player and dungeon master, and the creativity of making characters or a whole world. This story follows my own characters in their own story. A fantasy novel based entirely around the rolling of a...
