HermitCamps (Book 1- Done) [A HermitCraft AU]

Blades against Blades

VintageBeef's POV:

The Camp has a war game every month? Why am I not surprised?

Anyways, Zed was excited to get a weapon, on the way to the arena he picked up a stick and stabbed the air. On the other hand, I was never good with conflict or sharp objects, when I first become a butcher, I nearly cut my hand off with my knife!

That leads me to a question: "Hey? Can we have our own weapons? Like not from this camp weapons?"

Xisuma's eyes studied me through the purpled stained glass on his helmet: "Yeah, I believe Grian's dagger is indeed not from this camp."

Grian perked up when he heard his name. he reached into his pocket and brought out a small dagger, the handle was an ashen brown color, the rear and front bolster was a shimmering gold color, the spine was ink black with some white ancient Greek letters engraved into it, it wrote: 'Ashrune'.

Zed slowed down to gawk at the dagger. I asked: "Is Ashrune the dagger's name?"

Grian skillfully span the dagger around and encased it into a scabbard. "Yep, I named it myself."

Xb raised his eyebrow: "You... named an object?"

Hypno butted in: "It's custom in this camp to name your weapons, my weapon is a tranquilizer bow and arrow, if I shot at a non-lethal area, it will be stunned, so it's a win-win, I call my weapon, Calamity."

Zed muttered: "Cool..." then asked: "What's your weapon?"

"A hammer. I use it to knock things very far away. It has a bit of an unpronounceable name though..." Xisuma's face reddens up a little under his helmet. "The hammer's name is Isthmus." He muttered.

Zed laughed: "That is a hard name to say."

Grian then said: "One of the Hermits call their sword Omega Lighting Decapitating Obsidian Warblade of Doom."

I tried to get that in my head, "That is a mouthful of words."

A new voice joined the gang, it said: "Those mouthfuls of words perfectly describe my Gladius Longsword, it's a great weapon, unlike your tiny dagger."

This hermit had brown hair and a light skin tone he also had a short beard, he wore a green short-sleeved hoodie that seem to have been through a lot, a brown vest, and a browner backpack that has arrows poking out hanging with the hoodie, he had fingerless brown gloves on, and his pant was a messy blue and his black combat shoes completed the set. His slightly amber eye studied me. Wait, eye? Under some of his hair was his 'other eye', a robotic blue lens, and some other mechanical bits that Mumbo would have explained further shined at me.

"Iskall!" Xisuma greeted him with a fist bump, Grian crossed his arms, a spark of friendly fire between the two hermits lit up.

"Meet Iskall, son of Ares, god of war." Bdubs introduced us. I looked to Zed and Xb with an uncomfortable face.

Iskall's face roughed up: "Hey! I am not like my father's personality; I won't hurt you. If you want, I have some Swedish Fish with me"

I looked to Xisuma, and he declined the offer politely, and seeing that Xisuma was hiding a look of sickness; I declined the offer as well. Xb and Zed followed my example.

And with disappointment on his face, Iskall put back the Swedish Fish in his backpack, he said "Anyways, let's go to near the tool shed, the other hermits are already waiting.

When we got there, the hermits had already started to whack chaos. Mumbo and the other guy who I am going to guess is Impulse making the sorting machine better than it already was. Stress and someone with a shocked face planted something. And others talking and fake fighting.