Noah moved through the lodge with the efficiency of long habit, boots thudding softly against the wooden floor as the wind howled beyond the walls. The main living space was warm with fire and voices; Marcus and Nova stood near the open kitchen, mid-conversation. He offered them a brief nod and smiled to Nova, "It's good to see you again. Glad you've met my son." Before his focus returned to the task at hand.
At the far wall, he opened the tall cabinet that held the tools of his trade. Wood creaked. The scent of oiled metal and leather rose. He reached in, drawing out his bow, checking the string with practiced fingers before slinging the quiver over his shoulder. A wide belt followed, heavy with a hatchet and several small knives, their hilts worn smooth by use. He fastened it around his waist, the weight settling familiar and reassuring against his hips. "I'll be back in a few days. If not by the end of the week, tell Deimos." He said, now a constant word of parting on his lips since the death of Cordelia.
Urged on quickly by the other hunters that gathered at the door, when he turned away, the cabinet door did not quite close. It lingered ajar, just enough for a sliver of light to catch on something within—an ornate spear, pale and radiant.
Sun Spear | An ornate lightweight but sturdy spear that constantly glistens as if caught in a beam of sunlight. Shoots an arc of fire of up to 15ft.
Type: Light | Style: Offensive | Level: Basic | Cost: Action
