#hithernither

[paladin-errant-leeroy]

hithernthither 

"Then surely this can end amicably for the both of us, hm?" Pate's smile never wavered, though he was no stranger to the dangers of such a large weapon. "If you want the treasure behind this door, you're free to take it. I don't have the guts myself," he chuckled, expression somewhat sheepish. "Who knows what might be behind there, though I might just be overthinking it."

The knight glanced over at the door he pointed at, arching one golden eyebrow behind his pointed helm: “Well now, that’s certainly quite a generous offer, but you said it yourself, who knows what’s behind there?”

Leeroy squinted, lifting his great hammer onto his shoulder. He was confident he could handle it of course: he’d slain gods, demons, humans, anything that tried to kill him with relative ease, but getting complacent usually is the first step to a hefty downfall. The temptation of treasure meant little to him, as well... not unless it was a new weapon he could add to his arsenal.

“Though... I do believe I can handle myself, should anything happen...”

[paladin-errant-leeroy]

(( @hithernthither, continued from x))

Somebody’s here.

His mind snapped immediately into alerted mode, his grip tightening around the lantern he had chose to bring with him down here.

Leeroy glanced around him, taking in the dark surroundings. He squinted, the dark hampering most of his vision to a point he could only see a little beyond the golden circle of the lantern’s light: probably not a good idea though, if the knot in his stomach was anything of a hint.

It was never wrong.

Rounding a corner, the former holy blade’s eyes widened at the sight. The man before him was clearly talking to himself, but that was not what made him worry so much. Rather, it was the amount of gunpowder barrels lining the room, an alarming number of them.

[brumetowerassassin]

“ … is there something you want? “

“Perhaps, there’s a lot of loot scattered around, and finders keepers after all.”

Maldron snickered, twirling the Heide Greatlance in his grip absentmindedly as he stared at the other man through the grille of his helmet: “Question is, is there something you want around here, stranger? Not many sane ones are still out and about like this.”

[paladin-errant-leeroy]

“ you seem a decent fellow, i hate to kill you. ”

“I do my best to be decent.” The paladin returned with a hint of snark in his voice.

The man shifted, his black iron wrought hammer resting on the ground for now, the tip of the shaft resting in his palm the same way an elder might use his cane. He cocked his head curiously at the man before him, taking him in.

Sure, he does seem innocent enough, with his common looking armor and innocuous weapons. But sometimes..? That’s the kind of people with the most intentions.