Recent content by Zxandor

*Tattered scraps* Zxandor wondered at the words as it regarded it's glove hands and scarf, they were old and worn indeed but there was little time to dwell as the two who decided to help it began a masterful heist, simple but effective. It readied itself as the troupe chased the taller one and...

Two gloves hands gripped the bars of iron as Zxandor leaned in to give it's reply to the taller one. It was a simple thing this animated being, a soldier not given to spycraft but it knew the importance of selecting allies well as all good soldiers did. "I would!" Came the answer the fluid...

Noting how irritated it's captors seemed at the small barrage of questions Zxandor reasoned that it would make them more irritated if it answered every one. So it did, alternating between addressing the taller one, who spoke slightly ahead of the shorter one. "I am a soldier." The empty helmet...

The crowd had been gathering in the end of the market and had stayed to see the thing in the cage. The sign above it read "The Wonder of Ages Past" and it was not undeserved for within the cage that had found its way to Elbion was a creature of magical construction of a kind not seen in many...

It was all but done. Sam Fairbridge loosed his magic and it took what fight was left from the brigands. One made a desperate attempt to leap into the river. The loud splash broke the calm and another completely bolted, fled for the treeline. Zxandor allowed them both to go because the one with...

The opportunity was good. It was best to attack when an enemy was unready. Zxandor understood this as a matter of course. Sam seemed to be experiencing fear, or at least hesitation. Such battle psychology was common among fresh soldiers. "Sam Fairbridge you are no required to fight. I am able...

Zxandor nodded in ready acceptance. Whom to kill and whom not to kill was effectively all war was. They why was the only other factor. "Thank you Sam Fairbridge." Zxandor picked up the spear and continued marching. "Being allowed to kill these Brigands will make this far simpler and quicker."...

Zxandor listened as the walked at a brisk pace. One marched into conflict and so Zxandor marched forth. Sam spoke of the limitations on killing. This was plain enough so to address this Zxandor stopped and spoke. Turning towards Sam and planting the butt of the spear into the ground. "You...

Zxandor watched and listened patiently. Patience was a natural state for any object, even animated ones. For a being unlike them there might have been some overload of details but for Zxandor it was a matter of tasks. The task was in the end to provide guard for Sam Fairbridge. To that end...

While they were in the shop and Sam was getting the attention Zxandor moved with purpose, marching right up to the counter and looking down upon the sitting dwarf with green eyes. "I desire a flamberge." They said before turning the hollow helm of their head towards Sam. "And Sam Fairbanks will...

As Zxandor listened they began to comprehend the sense of Sam's words. Value was nothing to them but rapport and respect were not so different from comradery which they understood as a matter of course. Basic moral was a good way to help ensure victory in any situation. So in this way Sam was...

Martial tools, weapons. Zxandor could use nearly any of the conventional tools of combat, bow and blade and bludgeon. Shield and staff. The weapon was typically decided to suit the task. When against cavalry a pike, when in close a dagger, when at distance a bow. Currently the position was...

They stopped at the top of the stairs, just off to allow Sam access to the surface. They looked up, the helm turned and beheld the bright sky above the trees. Without ears it heard the sound of wind and bird and stream but all Zxandor could focus on was the unsettling feeling that once this...

Zxandor paused, the silver in hand and turned the helmet towards Sam. The tale was brief in the telling but deep. To be a servant without a master must be difficult. They had only recently come to this but Sam was existing in this state. "Balestro Fairbridge must have been mighty to construct...

The gust of cleaning air was welcome. As particles left his form Zxandor observed a sense of modest renewal. "I thank you!" Being clean was a duty. It let others know that they, while a construct, was still a soldier and one who was to be taken seriously. Which promptly brought them to their...