Thread: The Huntsman (SweetMarie and Lost)

Remi walked down the familiar corridors of the Organization to the Quartermaster's workshop. Opening the heavy wood and iron door he was hit by a wave of heat and the smells of metals, leathers, polish, and other unidentified scents that filled the room. In the far corner of the room the massive back of a man was hunched over a work table. I hear you are the Quartermaster now Galaen. Yeah you heard right. So you still run the forge and do all the work yourself? It's what I have done here for twenty-nine years. Why stop now that I have some fancy title. Now do you need something or not you are bothering me. Galaen said in a stern and agitated tone as he finally turned in his seat and froze. By the Gods Remi you coulda said it was you. You didn't recognize my voice? I haven't heard your voice in five years so no I didn't ya daft bastard. Getting up from his chair Galaen towered a head and a half over Remi and was nearly twice as wide as him. I have some things for you. I would only hope so. Walking across the room Galaen fished a key from his pocket and unlocked a handsome, almost obscenely large, wooden chest. Opening the lid he smiled down at the contents. You have kept me in good stock with some of the best materials I have had the pleasure of workin' with. Pulling out a white leather duster he held it out for Remi to see. Made from the skin of that dragon you slayed three years ago. Helped slay, there was a team of us. Pssh, that's besides the point. Anyway this Duster is made from the skin of that dragon which is highly resistant to flame and majik. There is a layer of Mitrhil mail for added protection against physical threats and finally it is lined with the fur of ice wolves. Very nice. Remi said shrugging off his old duster and taking the offered one. It was lightweight and moved freely. With a grand flourish he whipped the garment around him sliding his arms easily into place and finished it all off with a tug of the collar to pulled the shoulders in place. It fits well. He said as he began to button it. Of course it does, I made it. Galaen said as he reached back into the trunk. Pulling out a two objects wrapped in cloth he laid them out on a nearby table. One of them was nearly as long as Remi was tall. New blades I suppose? Correct my boy. Unavailing them Remi let out a low whistle. Impressive, but why do neither of them have a guard. I know, but honestly Remi, when was the last time you had an actual sword fight where you even needed a cross-guard? Remi paused for a moment and then shrugged. True enough. So what are these engravings? He asked pointing to the elaborate and mysterious words etched into the side of the longer of the two swords. Mostly words of prayer, and a couple of enchantments to keep the blade at it's sharpest. Silver? Yes, and the other is sharpened dragon bone, I don't have to remind you how hard it is seeing as it also came from the dragon you killed. Going back to the chest again Galaen pulled out a box and sat it on the table. I know you get excited about your work Galaen, but I do have a mission I am on, so if we could skip the explanation on all the tools that would be great. Frowning and narrowing his eyes at Remi he stared at him for a prolonged moment before laughing loudly. Never change do ya? Alright, well this chest is yours, so arm yourself however you see fit and you know the way out. I still got a lot of work to do. He said giving Remi a hardy slap on the back. Thank you Galaen. Remi replied as he set about equipping himself with a plethora of weapons and tools before taking his leave with a final farewell to the hulking Quartermaster. Finally outside again Remi took in the fresh air with a deep calming breath. The village was a hundred miles north, at a casual pace he could make it easily in two days. Closing his amethyst eyes he took in another smooth deep breath. As he exhaled he opened his eyes which were now a bluish silver in color with a slight glow. Why waste two days when I can do it in two hours. He said to the trees around him and took off whipping through the trees. Using his power he increased the power of his legs and thus his speed and was moving at roughly sixty miles per hour. The freedom he felt as he charged headlong recklessly through then out of the heavy woods and into the open fields was the main reason he stayed away from the organization for such long stents. It was also because of this that his powers were even greater than when he first took in the Elixir. He constantly pushed his upper most limits, nearly none of the other Hunters could move as quickly as him, and the ones that could, could only do it in short bursts before becoming exhausted.