fandomhigh | A New You, Tuesday, Period Two

Today, students, you would enter the danger shop to find yourself and your merry band of fellows sitting on the outskirts of that same seaside community, near a particularly large but depressingly sparse-looking farmer's field.

"Congratulations," Fjord said jovially once it looked as though everybody had arrived. "Warden cut you a deal... you all get to clear your name together, innocent or otherwise, if you do the town this one particular favor. You see, apparently, there have been some kobolds stirring up hell on the outskirts of town. They tend to show up around the same time every night, digging up farms, ruining crops. Now... we can't have that. Yes, this town does also have a fairly active fishing industry and the hunting on the outskirts isn't half bad. The locals aren't necessarily going to go hungry, but winters are long this far north, and people need the grains and other such things in their diet, and a good deal of the town's economy comes from trading their harvest."

He didn't figure most of the class necessarily cared. He was still going to share what the Warden had said. Important backstory, and all.

"So, to clear your names, you'll need to find out what the kobolds want and deal with it, or just kill the little fuckers and get it over with. Up to you. Warden doesn't care how the job gets done, just so long as this gets put to a stop." He lifted his chin and smiled pleasantly at his little adventuring party. "So... what do you do?"

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There was a brief pause.

"Actually, smiting is something you can do," he noted. "You'll need to prepare the spell so that you can use it when the kobolds arrive, if it comes to that. You want fire, thunder, or fear on your side for this?"

Fjord was a fan of Wrathful Smite, himself. Warlock bias.

"Fear," Trevor went with after a moment. Becayse it seemed appropriate for a shitty paladin. "I get a weapon, right?"

Wow, way to pay attention.

Fjord was silently dying inside right now, Trevor. This was what you did to him.

"Yes, Chevy," he was never going to call him anything else, because car jokes were absolutely in his wheelhouse even if they didn't have cars where he was from, "you get a weapon. What do you want? A sword? A mace? You have options."

That Trevor would then be stuck with unless Fjord sent the class shopping some week or they found something better.

Well now the character had a name! Congrats, Fjord.

"Consecrated whip," he said, not even giving it thought. He had to live up to the username, okay? "Easy."

"Easy," echoed Fjord, frowning as he flipped through the book. He was going to have to ~~homebrew some shit~~ trust that the danger shop would provide something actually useful, since whips were... generally nonlethal weapons. Unless that was the idea. Hard to tell with this one. "Alright. Then, if you want my advice, prepare a wrathful smite. You'll need to focus to keep it going, but as long as it is when you hit an enemy, you'll hurt it on a psychic level. If you're lucky you'll scare the shit outta the little fucker."

That warlock bias was strong. Yup.

Demonic things tended to, well, explode when he hit them with his whip. And he removed a few fingers and eyes for non-demonic shit.

Just a few.

"I can do that."

Trevor, don't smile like that. It was creepy.

... Those poor Kobolds.

Fjord was side-eyeing you so hard, Trevor.

"Excellent. Have fun, then."

Hey, he was just here to run the danger shop, observe, and offer occasional unsolicited advice.

A New You, Tuesday, Period Two

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