Chapter 4

Chapter 4: The Spear and The Douche

As soon as Claude looked at the spear he recognized its model it was a

Gladiator Spear, also known as a type of javelin or short spear. Something

from the Old World, before Systems and the Tangents. When man was more

often pitted against man than Monster.

The spear was jet black and shorter than the standard spear you see

today but the blade was longer and thicker. The spear was practical, deadly,

and Claude knew it.

While most people would go for the gaudy spears with the wild

attachments and unnecessary add ons, Claude knew better. Claude knew

those would be the ones to break or become a hindrance to you in tight

spaces, but this simple short spear was ideal. "This weapon is made for

battle..." He thought to himself.

As he continued to ogle at the masterful creation noticing the the ridges

and weave patterns towards the middle-bottom of the spear that must've

been where you held it, he noticed it had writing on it that read; "When you

need the dark of night in the light of day, for the devout follower of Beez,

Gaunt." The message intrigued Claude so he waited until Bergrin was done

talking to the archer and asked, "Excuse me Sir Bergrin, I was wondering

do you know who made this spear....uh..DuskBringer?"

"Ahhhhh yes, this here DuskBringer was brought in by a new guild as a

gift! They said it would benefit them better if someone else wielded it, not

really sure what that means but it's crafted very well, the only issue is the

skill..only certain classes will be able to use this well made spear to its

fullest potential." He replied with his signature thick Irish accent.

"Hmmm interesting, anyway thanks for letting me know, Sir."

"No problem, half pint."

Bergrin's verbal jab at Claudes height got a laugh out of the pretty

archer and the rest of nearby shoppers which infuriated him, but more so

just made him kind of sad since he knew he wasn't meant to be a tall

bearded beast of a man like Bergrin.

Claude decided to look at the information provided on the spear which

was a sticker on the glass the spear was in, it read; [DuskBringer: +8 attack,

+4 defense/durability, +5 range, Skill (Night Trail): When DuskBringer is

thrown a trail of darkness follows that covers the distance the spear travels.

Skill aside it was a mid tier at best weapon with the lowest range for a

spear Claude has seen, but the skill was so peculiar..."Assassins don't use

spears so who made this and what was the initial purpose?" He pondered as

he read over the skill again. Claude realized he was drooling over the spear for far too long and

should get to the academy before he was late.

As he turned away from Bergrin and the display case to leave the

weapon-smith a very tall and well built man who must've been a hero

shoved him out of the way like he was a bothersome object instead of an

actual person.

"Scoot, pipsqueak.", the man said without sparing Claude even a glance.

The strength in the mans push was much harder than necessary and sent

Claude to the floor with a loud THUD.

Claude landed near the door that took him out of the weapon-smith. As

he looked around from his spot on the floor, more so out of surprise and

shock since he didn't expect anyone to come to his aid. He noticed that

nobody even reacted to the entire event that just took place, in fact the

pretty archer was still looking at Bergrin twisting her long curly red locks of

hair like some dumbstruck airhead and the other people in the area

continued browsing like brainless sheep.

In fact the Hero closest to him, a young Mage of some sort based on the

cloak, STEPPED OVER HIM to exit the shop. This action caused Claude to

shoot up to his feet, fists balled and ready to go at anyone and everyone in

the shop, his anger filled eyes landed on Bergrin who wasn't talking to the

archer anymore but instead looking at him with an expression of.....respect?

Claude couldn't fathom that someone would feel respect for a guy that

was just manhandled all over their shop. So Claude assumed he was being mocked, belittled even.

"Damn womanizer weapon-smith."

After Claude internally expressed his anger with Bergrin, he left with

his dignity at an all time low, but not before he heard the man that shoved

him say, "I'm here to purchase DuskBringer."