OOC: Yeah!!! Maybe I'll put a spike on the end or a boxing glove. Or somthing. THANK YOU!!
Within days the owner is found. Osiris says goodbye to snout and starts to work on his weapon. He wanders around town, looking for ideas. He passes a church. He is depressed from not finding any good weapons so far. "I'll I've got is this piece of crap." He holds up his feeble dart gun and it snaps in his hand. Osiris plays a sad tune on his trombone. The end of his slide bangs a mudokon on the head. "HEY!!" he yells. "Sorry". An idea springs into Osiris' head. He runs back to the church, and finds an iron spike on the old metal fence that is falling apart. He easily pries it of, as it is almost rusted through. Osiris rushes to a cave outside town and begins work...
A week Later
Osiris comes out of the cave, tired and hungry, but he has with him:
Trombone-sword
Ap:3
Hp:3
Osiris munches on some wild plants (yuck) then begins the journey back to pyke, with a weapon.
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