All that was 3 months ago exactly. I still got a lot of bread. I think its time I get out of my boulevard of broken dreams. I'll spend all my dough on equipment and rations and get the fuck out of here. I was tired of seeing the same old faces. Tired of the soft laughter, smiles behind hands, and false sympathy from my fake brothers in arms I wasnt no where near as dangerous as before. I couldnt walk to where I used to be even if I had directions. That dude took away my earth force. I couldn't even summon a pebble. I wasnt the strongest in the kingdom or nothing but back home i was top blade. Big shit. Now I was better than a cripple but really to be honest just a dude with a some knives and a sword. It was a lot of dangerous shit out there some of it just a little sword play or stab in the back wouldn't even scratch. Still i was determined to become a bad ass again. Don't get me wrong master warriors could take on anything with the inner forces of the body. Generate phenomenal effects with the simple swing of a blade or send that battle energy outward from points of the body...i wasnt one of them foo's. I was average as fuck with out that earth connection. I mean I didn't train all my life for nothing I just kind of specialized towards my strengths and used the earth to cover my weaknesses. So yeah I mean you could say i half assed it. But I got a literally second chance at life. I wasnt gona waste it sitting here and blowing all my money on hoes and cheap leaf. If i did better id be better. For surely. Nah Mean? In front of me was a building Made out of stone filled with heat and ringing. It felt comfortable when I stepped in. I came to cop a couple of enchanted weapons handcrafted by the best Smith in town. He of course wasn't behind the counter selling the gear. He was hard a work-a-tinkering. Its cool I wasnt trying to talk to him anyways Arms and armor lined the walls. A fighting man's wets dream. I felt discouraged. I used to just formed my own weapons from rare metals i called from the earth. "You look at little lost. Poor thing." A soft voice with a sweet drawl spoke from behind me. I turned around and almost ran into a fat but beautiful woman with the girls on full display. "What you in for? Darling we got all you need. All you can crave!" I started to assume she was flirting with me but then her face got serious. "We have all kinds of weapons from the mundane to the over powered to the legendary grade. My Husband is an mighty hidden expert level crafter. I gasped hastily intaking breath, I was impressed. I had come in here a few times really just window shopping not truly to buy anything. I guess who knew She wasn't finished. "I co-own this shop with my hubby. He makes them i sell them. The selling part ain't his thing" I sense no inner might from you. Half the weapons here would be useless to you at this point in life. I felt distraught like a kid who just found an epic candy store but at the last minute remember he has bad teeth. My own fault really. Who told me to be trash. She must have read it all on me. My despair. "Don't you fret little darling. Do I got a deal for you! Just hear me out now. I sense a great destiny on you!" She held out here hand in wavering fashion palms facing down. Fingers pointing at me. Yes yes. I can all most grasp...oh no its to much I can't see it. Its to much for little old me." She detracted her hand and use it to fan herself Her deep bosom heaving in time with her breath. She had busted a sweat all of a sudden. "Well whatever it is. Great things are in store for you and I want in. In however way I can get in. Its called get in where you fit in." To be funny she waves at her fat figure luxuriously. Although I said half the things here wouldn't work for you I have on hand the perfect set of gear for you. I mean you could go with what you want but I know my shop best. And I picked the best for you and what I sensed you needed. Also if you pick something to strong it will do one of two things like half as fulfilling its role and leaving you vulnerable with little vital energy. Or suck you dry and kill you to power up its effects A smile twitched at my lips as I started to ignore the probably crazy woman and pick my own shit. It was my money. I didnt want her cast offs. But that last part drew me up short. Some of the price tags on these items were steep. Who wants to pay 20 thousand gold for a sword that kills you to help you? Um no thanks. "I'll go with your suggestions my lady" I'd at least check them out. If they were great I'd be grateful...if it was trash...I'd hurt her feelings and stump out. Sizing me up. She notice the crummy knives on my waist. Hastily she flew to a spot on the wall and threw me A pair of daggers verging on short swords. When unsheathed they look like pearl fangs. "Vorpal vampire blades" Made from many vampire teeth forged into one blade. Transfers energy and strength to the user when they tasted blood. A stackable buff. The blades grow stronger when tasting stronger blood. Buff times vary. The blades had a note wrapped around one of the sheaths While distracted a vest of scales slapped me in the back it felt heavy. Umpf. I staggered and almost dropped my new blades Astonished I grabbed the object It was a vest made of real scales. I tried it on. It fit perfectly while being extremely light on my body. Despite the earlier fumble. "Baby dragon hide vest" Enchanted to be lightweight Can mitigate 30 percent of all type of physical damage across the waerer's body. 45% damage in most spell damage. Self repairing. The last two things she handing me personally. A crown made of black iron. The iron point of the crown swirling around like ghostly fingers. Fingers that clutched a black gem. "Heavy is the head" The metal is lighter than it looks The stone can absorb ambient light as energy sources to shoot a beam condensed of those energies. Vary deadly. Takes a long time to recharge. About a use every 24 hours. "Fire blade" A blade 4 meters long. Made of kerenthian steel and lined with stones found in a dead volcano. Glow like an ember and can cut through blades and armor like butter unless made by A Superior Smith, material or protected by great magic. May combust in flame if fed energy. But very draining. She grinned and held out her hand in request for payment. It sure as hell wasnt for supplication. "Young handsome Hero. That will be 20, 000 gold" Dayum! That was alot of chicken 2 thirds of all I had in life. But shit this gear was great. Real A1. Real Top tier. No real complaint. To drive it home. "If I didnt like you boy...boy this shit would cost about 100,000 gold" I didnt argue i forked out the cash. Equipped my self and prepared to leave. Before I could spend another dime On my way out she touch my should and stopped me Take this and keep it against you skin. If it starts to grow hot and glow then come fast we might be in dire straights. That's why I gave you the discount. I smiled hooked it around my neck and left I need to go to the magickal espionage shop and then I was down to adventure. The one thing humans were supposed to have above the myriad things of which was trying to kill us was intellect and cunning. This next place was supposed to exhibit that to the fullest The magickal espionage shop! the magical espionage shop that's what I called it at least. Pretty sure the name on the door was the owner of the shop but let's ignore that. Carrying on. These type of places had all types of magical gear and utilities. Usually fitted with unexpected qualities or abilities. In short real spy shit. Now if i was still was a magical bad ass I wouldn't even need this type of stuff...well you could buy cheap space rings here. So I guess that's a lie since I've been here before. Just not for self defense Ok. So the inside was kind of a let down full of shelves containing various objects behind magical protected glass. Underneath each items was its description. I didnt get any funny experience or a cool discount this time. I shopped around till I found a couple of things I couldn't live with out. A bracelet that acted like quick silver able to brake apart either in a shrapnel fat needle form for stabbing and percing or a rapid spinning disks for slashing. The amount of projectiles depend on my control. Whatever that means The other was a thousand gold space ring. These things were cheap. I got alot of bang for my buck in the ring. I breathe in relief mostly broke but stooked to get the fuck out of here. I wanted to learn a cool battle technique or talent But i might not have enough gold anymore. Easy come easy go. ya heard?