(OOC: Perhaps I'll just make my next entry, since this thread is getting out of shape.)
Once Sal was done fiddling around, Calvarr grabbed him my the shoulders.
"Can we please focus on the problem ahead?" Calvarr asked. "The sun is about to rise and possibly both Relt and the Sligs want me dead. The bastard must have stolen my dagger, too. Now I'm just goanna get my bag and we'll scout through the cave."
"Sure thing, general." Replied Sal.
"Don't ever call me that again. Ever." Calvarr mentioned.
Calvarr went out of the cave to go quickly grab his bag. As he went, he noticed that the hole from the stab. 'Strange,' he thought, 'how did I heal this fast? Are all those blackouts and flashbacks related to my dagger? And Relt must have got me at least in between my ribs and possibly into one of my lungs. Well, if Relt stole my dagger, hopefully he'll feel my pain.'
He grabbed his bag. It still had all his poisons, flasks, and herbs in it as usual, but he found an iron kind of stick in there. It had two red jewels encrusted of each end, and the stick itself was about a foot long. It had a note attached to it, and the text and in a golden color. This is what it said:
CALVARR,
THIS WILL BE YOUR NEW WEAPON. USE IT FOR GOOD, NOT EVIL.
GRYT
He looked at it in wonder and awe. In his right hand, he stood up and grasped it. He flicked it out, and it had quickly shapped into a staff about five feet long.
"Woah!" Calvarr gasped. "A stave! From my father!"
"Hey Cal!" Sal yelled out. Calvarr turned around and saw Sal near the cave. "Coming?"
"Yeah, hold on." Calvarr replied as he zipped up his bag. He put it against his shoulder, and walked with the staff as support.
"Ooooo! What's that!" Asked Sal.
"Not sure." Calvarr replied. "But I will use it well."
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MEANWHILE:
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Relt got out of the stream and back onto land. The woods were silent, and the sun was soon going to peak out of the tall trees. He screamed out in rage, and slammed his fist on a nearby tree.
"Damnit!" He complained. "Calvarr and his silly little tricks! Well, at least I hope he's dead from my stab. Got his dagger too. Double the daggers, double the killing, and double the fun and rage!"
He took out Calvarr's dagger and looked at it. All of a sudden, a picture had flashed into his mind:
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'He saw a bloodstained slig, lying on the ground his flies flying around it'
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"What the?!" Relt had said. "That was...bizarre." Then, he saw another image:
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'He saw a a shadowy figure that held out a large gun. He seemed to be pointing it at an innocent steef.
'No, NO!' The steef said. 'Please I don't wanna die!'
But the figure shot him, and the steef fell onto the ground.'
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"Agh!" Relt said as he took hold of his head. "No! I need to get back to Vernon!" He dragged himself along the dirt, carrying the dagger at the same time. He held onto a tree, threw up onto the ground, and fainted. But very soon, he knew that he would wake up in blind rage, ready to kill once again.
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