《Trinity》5. Stop by the bank
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Jeremiah periodically checked chat like he always does after checking out the town crier.
JesusKingOfKings: there are only two genders convince me otherwise
Regd. Flexoffender: nah
Koob: their 2 sexes
JesusKingOfKings: @ Mantequilla
Koob: gender does not exist
Regd: impossible to convince otherwise
Mordhau Jr.: their. LOL
Koob: gender like any metaphysical ideal, is not actually existing
Wolverine101894: yeah gender doesn’t exist thats why turkes raped “men”
Mantequilla: Free Israel
Koob: sex exists to be objectified
SERVER: Mantequilla has left the server.
Mr. Wat: women are objects
Koob: their sex is
Koob: not their person
Wolverine101894: lol
Mr. Wat: all women do is have anxiety and cheat
Wolverine101894: reason why most mammals prefer gay relationships
Koob: actually pansexual
DAILY: that is not true
Wolverine101894: thats sexist towards swordsexuals
Mr. Wat: yo that sounds badass what is that
Wolverine101894: its where a man *****s you with a shank
Koob: how is that not true? That animals are attracted sexually only to sex? Have you seen a dog have sex with a pillow or another sex without gender aesthetic attraction
GankSpanker420: yeah it like molesting your toys when your a kid it doesn't mean anything
Wolverine101894: koob who says dog doesn’t see the pillow as a man or woman?
Koob: dogs don’t look at you and see man
Koob: they just hump your leg
And chat was good like it always was. ‘Wild debates as always.’ Jeremiah passed The Prophet Crier with The Goon. You can hear the fading words of The Prophet Crier “… That was the word of the Lord.”
They went out of the city towards the eastern entrance, and spotted a group of people just outside the town. People in circles, gatherings of people spectating the dueling scene. Jeremiah and The Goon gazed on the occasional troll griefing the gatherings of duelers. “Yer’ never take me alive!” They would say. “Get a free-for-all server room you nitwits.” A random person attacking the duelers would say.
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The party proceeded to a medium sized dueling ring. Jeremiah asked nonchalantly “Whats up?” as the ring made room for the two of them.
Gamer tag “captain pouches” mentioned “If want to duel someone in the ring, wait till they’re done, remember to flourish your weapon to initiate the duel.”
Jeremiah was a little taken back. “Goon, how do I flourish?” The Goon responded calmly “There are a couple of ways like the jeweled sword flourish with two weapons, for now just do the spin everyone can do, the normal flourish” The Goon demonstrated a regular circle twirl of the weapon. Jeremiah orchestrated an unsure circle flourish. “Like this?” The Goon patted Jeremiah’s left shoulder firmly. “That’ll have to do, it could use a little more confidence in your swing.”
One of the three dueler freed up. The Goon stepped up to gamer tag “Flogindogin”. The two flourished there weapons and went to town on each other. Just as they were starting another duelist freed up and Jeremiah along with another gamer stepped up, but the gamer choose to let Jeremiah go first.”
As Jeremiah hesitantly flourished he breathed in and took in the details. They bodies did not go away for awhile, could be looted 100 gold each time by default in addition to more. The dueler moved the body to the side within the circle of people. At least it wasn’t in the center. The duelist Jeremiah was facing was “Commander Of Blue”. He was unarmored likely haven’t ventured to Era further east of Bluecote. Unarmored like most of the dueling rings except for The Goon and Jeremiah. Who were wearing light leather armor. Most of the players of the dueling ring had founder weapons, blessed weapons that didn’t drop when you died. The latter had makeshift weapons like wooden clubs, short pickaxes, shovels, and pitchforks.
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Commander Of Blue flourished his founder spear before moving the pointy end to Jeremiah. Commander Of Blue moved into a full stance, body facing the young lad. Jeremiah had his right hand high, just under, at the top of the grip; his left hand under his right hand, the face of the founder mace held towards Commander Of Blue.
Commander Of Blue lifted his spear to stab, but Jeremiah moved to bat away the weapon which was hard because it was a skinny weapon. After an onslaught of spear stabs, Jeremiah tried to close the gap, but Commander Of Blue’s spear and footwork kept him at bay.
Eventually a spear made it past Jeremiah’s defense and sailed into his shoulder.
“Yeow!” Jeremiah cried.
The spear flashed into Jeremiah’s eye socket, and the young lad collapsed to the ground, strength leaving his limbs. He couldn’t control his limbs? He was dying with his Founder mace in hand. It started to fade to grey, then black.
Suddenly a flash of light. Jeremiah reached out! The lights blended into a city square, then he was back in Bluecote hand held out.
“I’m telling you the truth!” Jeremiah could hear the Prophet Town Crier yelling in the town square. “The fear of the LORD is to hate evil; Pride and arrogance and the evil way And the perverse mouth I hate.”
Jeremiah was getting curious about this whole “God” thing, but first he had to get back to his body.
Jeremiah Olympic sprinted back to where they were dueling. Jeremiah checked his body and all his armor, loot was gone. Commander Of Blue was nowhere to be found. The young lad ran up to The Goon who was sitting pretty on a log in the forest with all his loot intact. “Did you see the guy who I was dueling?”
“Commander Of Blue? He said to the his friend duelers about needed to stop by the bank.”
“I lost to the spear guy, he took all my armor, and the bit of gold that I had.”
“Good thing we have more sets in the bank. Maybe we shouldn’t be dueling out here with armor on hehe.” The Goon laughed. The flamboyant young man was sitting pretty having won his duel.
“Come on, lets go try out that Tug of War.” Jeremiah sighed.
The Goon got up. The two headed back to town amidst the sounds of the others dueling.
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