The Game Stewards Desk
"I'm going to be blunt with you. There is no point in banning sharp weapons."
Joric Ironfist stood at the Game Stewards desk, trying to argue his way into entering the melee. He was clad in full armor, with his spiked helm and enchanted shield, as well as both a sword and an axe on his belt. Despite the neutral expression on his face, he was clearly displeased with the arbitrary restriction on equipment.
The Game Steward had yet to respond or even change his expression.
"A mace or a hammer can be just as deadly as an axe or sword!" The dwarf continued his protest, attempting to hammer his point home. "They can crush skulls and shatter bones. An axe can split skulls and cut through bones. What's the difference?" Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.
"I'm going to be blunt with you. There is no point in banning sharp weapons."
Joric Ironfist stood at the Game Stewards desk, trying to argue his way into entering the melee. He was clad in full armor, with his spiked helm and enchanted shield, as well as both a sword and an axe on his belt. Despite the neutral expression on his face, he was clearly displeased with the arbitrary restriction on equipment.
The Game Steward had yet to respond or even change his expression.
"A mace or a hammer can be just as deadly as an axe or sword!" The dwarf continued his protest, attempting to hammer his point home. "They can crush skulls and shatter bones. An axe can split skulls and cut through bones. What's the difference?" Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.
28-Feb-2016 15:43:39 - Last edited on 28-Feb-2016 16:11:19 by NotFishing