<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/xVOh4uv.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Aloisa Kriechjagd<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Asylum - upper floor<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Basic clothing, leather armor<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Weapoms and words<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Medb, Danae<br/><hr/><br/>Aloisa caught the short sword testing its weight before flicking her hands through the motions of an attack before nodding and taking a moment to secure her daggers, "Thanks." She watcjed Danae a moment before smiling, "Its said that axes were originally the favored weapons of nobles.. Not the type that a farmer uses, but ones close to that, good for laying open plate, chain, and leather. ... Granted that lacks the Pedigree. Maybe with luck we can find something better..."<br/><br/>She considered Danaes words a moment then shrugged, "Just seems forged fancy to me.. no weirder then my Boompas blades.." she looks sad a moment at the memory of her lost shortswords, "Good steel and strange design, but well functional. If the axe doesnt work i can pass this back and make due with my daggers til we find better. A pox on that ship, its captain, doctor, and crew. ... And I am sure they have exceeded the limits of Providence, and what man should know. That...<em>Thing</em>... Was made from blood, and my strikes did nothing, it just melted back together. If it hadnt been so... Vain, it could have done much more I think. But, it seems it does not like fire... Thats good for us. Can you throw anything bigger Mebd?"<br/><br/>She watches as Danae attempts to remove the masks, gripping the short sword tight and ready, then after moves to Eloise to help herd her down the stairs, speaking softly to her, a sharp pang in her heart at the memories of what had happened last time, and what she seemed to have been reduced to...