Blessed by Them: The adventure against It (Closed, Starting)

[mokastar712]

Madeleine:
She watched the wax drip onto her hands, surprised it didn't hurt as much as expected. There goes my plans, she concluded, walking out of the tent. "Next!" She yelled. She went back to where she was before, inspecting her weapon. She so badly wanted to try it out, but didn't want to get into trouble.

[Violet-Wings]

Linus burst forward eagerly, nearly bumping into Madeleine. He quickly muttered an apology and entered the tent. He stopped and gazed in awe at the various weapons, armors, and other knick-knacks scattered around. He reached out to touch one of the swords, intrigued.

[Jinchuuriki]

"Uhum! Hey, over here!. Who are you? Tell me your name and age, and put one of those paper sticks under your tongue." Igor knew he was being less friendly than before, but time was almost over, and there were still a lot of kids without equipment.

[Violet-Wings]

"Oh, um, hi. Uh, my name is Linus. Linus Iantho. I'm 14." Linus eyed the paper sticks nervously. "Uh, really? Do I have to eat it?"

[Jinchuuriki]

"No, just put the tip under your tongue, wait a second and give it back. It is used to determine your element in magic, so we can enchant a piece of armor or a weapon to maximize the power it gets from your magic. Once we know the element, I will let you keep one of those weapons." said Igor, trying to look friendly.

[Violet-Wings]

"Oh. Okay then." Linus took one of them and stuck it under his tongue, waited for a moment, and then pulled it out. He handed it to Igor.

[Jinchuuriki]

"Ok, lets see." After taking the paper stick, Igor threw it into the fire. At first, nothing seemed to happen. Then the fire started to grow taller and taller, like a huge tongue that appeared from hell and then... banished.

"Alrighty, your element is fire, althought is a rare one. You cant seem to be able to produce it, but you control the heat in the enviroment, much like Dragons. This doesnt means you can breathe fire... at least not yet. So, its the time for the fun stuff. Choose a weapon and we will enchant it"

[Violet-Wings]

"O-oh. Uh, cool. I..." Linus looked around the room, studying the weapons carefully. Most of the weapons overwhelmed him, looking too heavy or ornate and fancy for him to wield. Some he couldn't even tell how to use. His gaze rested on a simple bow, with a few carvings in it and not much else. It reminded him of the bows he'd sometimes use with his sister. He quickly pointed to it. "That one. Uh, please."

[Jinchuuriki]

Ok, put it over the table, and have these things too." Said Igor, giving him the quiver set in the higher stand from the bow.

"Now put your hands over the bow. Oh, and before we start, I must warn you. A magical weapon gets its energy from the user. In your case and due to your mission, I decided to grant you that quiver too. No matter what you do or how you do, that quiver will always have 20 arrows. Even if you shoot two hundred, you will reach your hand to your back and there will be twenty arrows. Also, if you were to be upside down, not a single arrow will leave the quiver unless you pull that arrow out. But as it has two good things, it also has two bad things. I made sure with the spell that, if the owner of the quiver tries to make a profit with the arrows or selling it, the spell will break and it will be a normal quiver. And..."

Igor took a deep breath before adding. "A magical weapon drains your energy while you are using it. A beginer like the kids before you can last 10 minutes at least of a steady use. In your case you wield two, the bow and quiver. That makes your time 5 minutes. You have to use it at the most secure shots, or you may faint in a combat. But the good news are that you will grow accustomed to it, and will end having the double of magic energy that your mates, plus, if you are good with the bow... so make sure you dont overdo yourself, and NEVER go in the frontline, whatever the situation is. We need heroes to save our kids, not kids to cry." *sigh*
"With that said, give me your hands". Grabbing the kid hands with his left hand, he poured a drop of the green wax over the shaking hands. This time it was him, Igor, the powerful blacksmith, the one crying the memories of his dead brother, who used to be an archer too.

"Its... done. Tell the next kid to enter and please... take care of that quiver".

[Violet-Wings]

"Okay." Linus scooped up the bow and quiver and slung them over his back. "T-Thank you, mister!" He ran outside the tent and called, "He's ready for the next person!"