Energy.
For some reason, Fresh feels that she is bursting with energy today. The store might be closed now for the second day in a row, after they had spent the entire remainder of yesterday napping together in what might be one of Fresh’s favorite memories ever. But that doesn’t stop her from running around the building, energy tingling in her heels as she runs up the staircase for the fourth time, having grabbed some materials from downstairs.
Sliding t...
2021-11-16 10:48:12 +0000 UTC
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Business is tense today, to say the least.
Though, more aptly said, there is no business today. Except for the odd guard or soldier who finds themselves fighting crabs on the beach during their routes. They’re the only ones out on the beach today and the only ones killing any crabs and so, they’re the only ones who ever stop by the window where a particularly bored looking Basil stands. The beach has been closed off for now, as well as access to the dungeon entirely.
<...
2021-11-15 19:44:14 +0000 UTC
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Fresh, standing on the roof, gazes through the telescope up towards the night sky.
“I still don’t get what we’re looking for,” says Tarja. Fresh lowers her telescope, staring at the fairy, who is holding a tiny, fairy-sized telescope herself. Tilting her head, she looks back up at the sky.
“We’re looking for everything, Tarja,” says Fresh. “The clouds, the stars, the birds,” she lists. “They’ll tell us a lot about what’s going on in th...
2021-11-14 11:33:39 +0000 UTC
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The waves of the ocean crash against the shoreline as explosions ring out from all around them. Sand flies up high into the air, along with bits of crab and it all rains back down again, as if they were in the center of a strangely wet sandstorm.
Fresh holds one of her ears closed, tilting her head as she looks at the side of the magical-floating-fairy-house out on the beach.
“So?” asks Tarja. “How does it look?” asks the nervous fairy.
...
2021-11-13 10:00:30 +0000 UTC
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previous chapter - https://www.patreon.com/posts/weaponsmith-9-58256782
First official post-release Weaponsmith chapter on Patreon! If you haven't started this story yet, I would highly suggest reading the intro on RR instead of the 'early version' chapters here, as some things might be different.
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This was a success.
2021-11-12 18:11:49 +0000 UTC
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It is late in the evening after what was another very successful day of work.
Fresh stands on one leg, holding her hand out over the batter that is flattened out on the kitchen counter as she sprinkles a dash of red-seasoning from her hand. Humming as she works, she lowers herself down and grabs a bottle of dried herbs, rising back up to her feet and spinning around in a circle where she stands, as she hums a song that she doesn’t quite remember the origin of. Crumbling som...
2021-11-12 16:47:07 +0000 UTC
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It is late at night and Fresh sits in her bed, staring across and over the waist-high stone walls. Her eyes wander over Basil’s thrashing form, over to Shamrock’s bed against the opposite wall.
But she isn’t looking at him.
She’s looking at the wooden figure of a chicken that he had carved. It stands there on his nightstand, looking at her, mockingly, judgmentally.
“Bakaw…” mutters Fresh under her breath.
“Sle...
2021-11-11 18:23:03 +0000 UTC
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Fresh lays sprawled out on the balcony, her limbs facing every which way as she basks in the midday sunlight for the remnants of her lunch-break. Pressing her tongue out of her mouth, she pulls it back inside a second later.
“Lizard,” says the girl quietly, to answer Basil’s question before closing her eyes again and taking in a deep breath of the hot, midday air.
“You really shouldn’t be laying on the floor,” says Basil. “We have perfectly good...
2021-11-10 18:43:29 +0000 UTC
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Fresh’s arms shake violently, her entire body rattling around like a frightened skeleton as she rises up one more time with her teeth clenched as tightly shut as her eyes are. A loud, long, furious breath leaves her body as she reaches the apex of her movement and then, on arms that no longer work, she falls down forward, back to the ground and releases a wild battle-howl.
[STR: +1]
“Shove it!” barks Jubilee from the kitchen, waving a spatula at h...
2021-11-09 14:56:25 +0000 UTC
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Fresh flips the pages of her grimoire, sitting outside on the balcony with her feet kicked up onto the table and her chair leaned back. She’s looking for anything that could offer her a particular bout of inspiration that she’s looking for. It’s after their closing, but before bed-time. Shamrock is still in the dungeon and Jubilee and Basil had vanished to take care of something about an hour ago. Fresh assumes that it’s shady business, given how shifty Jubilee was acting. Thieves’ ...
2021-11-08 19:07:48 +0000 UTC
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2021-11-08 06:43:03 +0000 UTC
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There’s something about autumn that Fresh can’t really put her finger on.
It’s the late afternoon of the next day and she is standing next to Basil, helping run the window as business is particularly strong today. Any traces or inklings of the rain from last night are already gone and washed away, the scorching desert sun having risen to its apex and dried out the world far faster than she had thought possible, given the intensity of the rain. But all of the water has e...
2021-11-07 09:28:40 +0000 UTC
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It’s late at night. The others are asleep and Fresh stands out on the edge balcony, staring out over the dark ocean. Her hair is soaking wet, just like her pajamas, skin and body. It has been raining for a while now. But somehow, the rain had roused her from her sleep and has drawn her out onto the balcony, where she has been standing for a while now.
There isn’t really a reason for it. She hasn’t been drawn here by any mystical force, by any whispering, cosmic voice or...
2021-11-06 17:27:17 +0000 UTC
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“Sure is,” replies Basil, without skipping a beat. “What would you like?” she asks, entirely unphased by the question.
The young soldier lowers his head, his tan-brown hair lowering over his face as he looks at the ice-cream that Basil is gesturing to. “Oh uh…” he turns his head, looking off to the side. Fresh follows his gaze, seeing that the ‘milkshake dark-elf’ is sitting there on the beach, making a gesture with his hand to signify something large. “Ca...
2021-11-05 19:03:32 +0000 UTC
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Fresh clamps down on Basil, grabbing her from behind. The priestess, unsurprised, continues her work of serving ice-cream at the window.
“No fraternizing at work!” yells Jubilee from behind them.
Fresh turns her head around. “I’m not fraternizing, Jubilee! I’m giving Basil a hug!” she argues.
“That’s literally fraternizing,” replies Jubilee, raising an eyebrow.
“I don’t mind,” says Basil, turning her h...
2021-11-04 08:31:15 +0000 UTC
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<- PREVIOUS CHAPTER
Feathers rustle behind him as sparse rays of moonlight shine in through the cracked windows at the top of the forge. Hineni hammers away, the sparks shining out with the same intensity and focus as the gleam that is present in his eyes as he focuses at his work. Undistracted by the noises, by the sensations all around himself, he has to remind himself t...
2021-11-03 16:55:15 +0000 UTC
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Fresh sits at the table, her hands are wrapped around the steaming mug of red tea as her eyes are locked downward, staring at the swirling liquid beneath herself. She hasn’t blinked for a while, being lost to the mesmerizing spin of the red water.
Ever since that night, back when they had to flee the north, Fresh often finds that she -
She tilts her head.
- That she doesn’t like red.
Fire is red and it is warm and comfort...
2021-11-03 08:56:48 +0000 UTC
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“Tell me your secret, crab,” whispers Fresh under her breath, standing at the edge of their house’s ‘safe zone’, where the magic born of the enchanted weathervane, which repels the crabs, has its border.
The crab stands a meter before her, doing an odd, agitated dance with its pincers in the air, clacking angrily. But it doesn’t move towards her, not able to break past the barrier. It’s certainly very angry looking for a crab. She’s pretty sure that its mouth ...
2021-11-02 16:08:09 +0000 UTC
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Some say that after that odd, mysterious day in which the sin-eater had stormed the demon infested capital, that the world had actually ended and that this new place that exists was an odd, dreamlike state of transition. It couldn’t really be a real place, those voices would state. Because it was so different, so vast and so entirely void of cosmic dickery.
Sure, a lot of people were still huge jerks to each other and there was a lot of fighting, but all of this was contain...
2021-11-01 20:06:07 +0000 UTC
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Basil plucks the single flower off of the top of the large, richly green bundle of leaves and sets it to the side, down onto the workbench. “It’s important that you move your arm in a circular motion when you’re crushing it,” explains Basil. “Look, like this,” says the priestess, grabbing the mortar and spinning it around the pestle in a slow, clockwise motion. “That helps the oils separate themselves better from the leaves.” Fresh nods, staring down at the bowl that Basil is ...
2021-11-01 16:06:24 +0000 UTC
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2021-11-01 12:44:46 +0000 UTC
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“’The fish is BIG!’” exclaims Fresh, gesturing out with both of her hands. She finds that she has misjudged the situation, watching as Shamrock scribbles down the words she had just said. It isn’t that he doesn’t understand how to write, he’s clearly far smarter than she herself is. He simply lacks delicate control over his fingers and wrists to do so. She supposes that he never had much use for finery such as this before. But the point is that she has adjusted her training. She...
2021-10-31 20:04:04 +0000 UTC
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2021-10-31 10:17:53 +0000 UTC
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Fresh stands at the workbench, tinkering around with a small, glass vial of grimpowder. Lifting it up, she gently tips it over and watches as several flakes of it fall down to the table, exploding against it the second they strike with tiny, audible crackling noises.
“What the fuck are you even doing with that stuff?” asks Jubilee, standing in the workshop as well, as they are sewing together a long, leather bracelet that is meant to serve as protection for their forearms...
2021-10-30 19:19:57 +0000 UTC
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Everything goes white.
It’s cold.
That’s the first thing that the man noticed, after he died.
Sure, it had already been cold while he was falling from the bridge, what with this wind and all. But down here, down in the place that he’s landed in, it’s cold in an entirely different way.
…Is he dead?
He doesn’t know. He doesn’t feel dead? He feels very much awake, alive. But also… not. It’s lik...
2021-10-29 18:53:23 +0000 UTC
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“Hocus pocus!” yells Fresh at the crude, stuffed doll she had made, holding her fingers out towards it as ‘witchily’ as she can. “Ghost-goo!”
Nothing happens.
“Shamalama- lama lam!”
Nothing happens.
“BUBB -”
“- WILL YOU SHUT UP?!” yells Jubilee from the kitchen. “You’ve been babbling like an idiot for…” Jubilee stops, holding their hand to their chin. “Well, actually for a fe...
2021-10-29 15:39:01 +0000 UTC
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“The sun-burn lotion needs to be restocked,” says Fresh, scribbling into a small journal that they use for keeping track of the inventory. “Next!” she calls, nodding. Shamrock obliges, pushing the shopping cart that she’s sitting inside of further along the shelves. Fresh stares out from side to side. “Ah! Hold on,” she says, looking at the bracelets. “We’re running out of green-beads. Those are really popular here,” remarks Fresh, making another scribble. “See?” she a...
2021-10-28 19:02:22 +0000 UTC
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“Are you ready?” asks Alleluia, squeezing his hand.
Canta turns his head, looking at her and nodding. “I am.” Canta and Alleluia walk through the final door hand in hand. An ornate hallway leads up to the final chamber ahead of them.
“Canta?” asks Alleluia. “Can I tell you something?”
“Sure,” he says. “Alleluia,” he says, squeezing her hand.
“Promise you won’t be mad?”
“I promi...
2021-10-27 18:15:58 +0000 UTC
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