Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-28358106-20180120175511

(S9/Eo) "You mean, one of the Vantulos Band's magic weapoms that operates off of Demonic Energy?" Eothred asks in a lowering voice.

"No, no. No." He emphatically holds up his hand, palm forward, shaking his head. "I will not marry a weapon, or an object, no matter how enchanted it might be." He lowers his hand and takes a drink. "What I would rather have is a sword, with some Elven magic. Some of the old magic that would make it lighter and never lose its edge.  And some of the same magic on my halberd, that its haft would never break.  And while I'm considering it," he rubs his chin, "lighter armor and shield would be nice, too.  Lighter, that the magic would ease its burden, but not its bulk, otherwise it wouldn't turn a blade with a damn."

His manner is starting to relax as he gets used to his company.