[i She watched him with w sort of content bemusement at his predicament.]
You should carry a journal, Jarod. Wherever you go. The mind is always freshest straight after events, after all. You could jot down small details, scrawls perhaps. Then when there’s time to rest, you can add more detail.
True, but it would be a waste to not go into detail. That's the conundrum of it, plain to say. Overall, it's not a bad idea. When and how to start is the question.
::[i Jarod scratched his chin once more as he looked down at his armor. For an adventurer, knowledge was as important as skill, and to die without sharing such knowledge can be considered a true waste. He continued to turn the thought over in his head, considering the overall importance of it]::
It doesn’t have to be detailed or anything. And even if it wasn’t for adventurers, I’m sure lots of scholars and such would be grateful to know what’s waiting for them in the deep wilderness.
[i Smiled a little and shrugged. Paperwork was a hassle, she knew that. Still, when they were all gone from this world, it would be nice to know they each left a little something behind and for Jarod, that would be his stories and tales of adventure.]
I’m sure everyone who’s come to this dusty old place would have a few grand tales to tell of their explorations.
You haven't heard of them? They're practically everywhere, the damn things. But me? Write a guide or book about these creatures? I've never been a fan of paperwork, but such guides are useful for rookie adventurers. I'll have to think that one over.
::[i Jarod scratched just under his chin at the suggestion of him writing about the creatures he's encountered. To him, it seemed rather pointless as there were so many books around already, but at the same time even he knew that such info becomes outdated and needs rewriting over time. So a book, no, but a guide would be more interesting to write if he should choose to do so. The more he thought about it, the more appealing it became]::
[i Sje wrinkled her nose because even their name wasn’t appealing!]
I haven’t read about them. You know... that gives me an idea. You should write about all the creatures you face, I’m sure lots of people would want to read about them. Me first of course.
Strangest creature? Slimes, easily. Even still, I can't understand them. For all my questions and answers, I'm still not satisfied with any of it.
::[i Jarod had leaned back in his seat as he answered while recalling all his encounters with the creatures that were simply called " slimes ". A simple creature made entirely of a slimey, tar-like substance. They varied in sizes, and lacked all organs to speak of. How they moved, ate, slept, bred and existed as a sentient creature was still a mystery]::
[i The girl made a face at his comment on breeding and devouring men.]
Hm, has to ably not the strangest creature out there I suppose.
[i She took a drink from her cup and watched him for a few moments.]
What’s the strangest creature you’ve encountered?
::[i Having finally finished bandaging himself, Jarod placed the empty roll on the counter beside the empty tankard. His hands shifting to his sides as he crossed his arms, deliberating the question which he had been asked and what she had said. His facial features frowned as it sunk in that he lacked information with which to answer with, but her referencing to sirens was of interest enough]::
I honestly have no idea about the elder basilisk, but I refuse to believe that what we fought was the final one. As for the sailor-killers, those are known as Sirens. Human in physique except like with a Centaur, the lower half of their body is of an animal. For Sirens, it's that of a fish. Sure, they're beauties with voices to match, but they only have love of human men for breeding and devouring.
[i The woman watched him for a while. It wasn’t as if she had the answers to why a creature less than a dragon would be able to massacre his weapon but nonetheless she gave it some thought.]
Are there more of them out there? The book I read said they used to live in deep forests and cave systems. It also spoke about water dwellings beings that would sing sailors to their deaths. Funny old world we live in.
No, I'm not done yet. But I'll need time to heal and get my gear back into shape. And yeah, I've had that blade for some time. Can't imagine fighting witbout it.
:: [i Jarod paused his bandaging to drain the second drink he was presented with, his face twisting only slightly in response to the pain of his movements. He stared at the tankard before setting it down to resume his bandaging, taking note how he was halfway done]::
I never would've thought that anything less than a dragon could do that to my sword. I'm just.. Baffled.
[i The barmaid watched the familiar man speak of his victory. As much as she wanted to be bold and daring like many of the patrons in here, she knew she would never be. However, there was a contentment to be found in her peace.]
It sounds like a daring adventure. I suppose the close call hasn’t put you off further adventures? A brush with death never does seem to put anyone off.
[i Poured another drink and set it in front of him, settling for a sweet fruit juice for herself.]
Hm, you liked that sword, if I recall.
Hm? Oh, nevermind the armor. I'll drop it off at the smithy later on. Remember my sword? Made from the dragon I slew? Can you believe that bastard broke it? Halfway through the fight the elder basilisk broke it clean in two. I still can't believe it.
::[i Jarod couldn't help but let out another pained chuckle at her request to be told more. She was always such a curious, excitable girl who always loved his stories. She was adorable, and he was always happy to indulge her, so he continued on as he kept bandaging]::
So the bounty was put out on this elder basilisk, right? This thing had destroyed a small village in the southwest marshes, killed people and made the area it's new home. Myself included, we were a group of ten adventurers, all of us plenty experienced in this line of work. So we group up, go over our gear and form a plan and head out. However, when we got there and witnessed this thing. That thing wasn't a regular basilisk, even for an elder species. That thing's hide was as thick as a dragon's, with claws just as sharp. It even had spines on the tail, and used it like a club when it was biting or spewing poison around. For a wild beast, the way it fought was... wrong, I guess? It wasn't just lashing out, but doing so intelligently, which leads me to believe we weren't the first to fight it. Like I said earlier, it killed half of the group before we finally killed it. The bastard bit my sword clean in two when I tried to behead it, and forced me to spend the rest of the fight using whatever weapon i could grab. I don't think I've had such a hard fight since the dragon, and that's really saying something.
[i The barkeep watched him with some level of intrigue. She had seen many injuries in her time here but nothing this serious for a while.she supposed she should have put her mind to use lately for perhaps dealing with injuries. She tutted at herself.]
I can get those cleaned up? [i A gesture towards the armour followed.]
Hm. Certainly don’t seem to be nice company.
Did it bite you? Come on. At least enlighten a dull barmaid in a dusty tavern with stories of adventure Hm?
Grand adventure? Certainly. Dangerous one? Maybe not so much. But I'd be happy to teach you how to wield a blade anytime if you'd like. Never hurts to know how.
::[i Jarod managed a pained chuckle at the notion, but it wasn't intended to make light of her desire to see the world. Not in the least, for he believed that everyone ought to know alittle bit about the world around them. He didn't a swer about the reward immediately, rather as she presented the drink and bandages he prioritized the beverage, first. Drinking it down quickly to help numb him a bit before he started to work off the ruined armor and tunic surrounding his torso, wincing several times before he was done and leaving it at the foot of his stool and beginning to bandage himself as best he could to cover the wounds that the potions hadn't yet closed and/or clotted]::
One medium sack of gold coins, I believe. Though personally, I'd rather my share get split to the families of the fallen, but that's a conversation for later. As for Basilisks explanations from book to reality, I cannot compare the notes as I've only known them from knowledge passed to me and personal experience. I can confidently say that.. They do not make for pleasant company or an easy fight
A basilisk? Hm, one day you will need to take me on a grand adventure, to battle foes and face danger.
[i She giggled a little at the idea because the wise of a woman had never fought a day in her life.]
What was the reward?
[i It most likely wasn’t the time for questions judging by the man’s demeanour but her curiosity was alerted as she listened and rummaged through her many of cupboards. Eventually she found what she was looking for and handed over the drink and bandages.]
Hm, I’ve read about basilisks. One book said they were misunderstood creatures.
But judging by your appearance... I suppose not.
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