Escaped weaponry

Chapter: 6

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Combine117: It seems tone is hard to catch in words alone. I was merely being sarcastic and joking about his rather violent encounters. Though, gestures alone can speak for themselves. But too late now, 'he' will have the crow's head. Don't worry too much, I only sought to check just in case it wasn't. He will definitely gain a higher head count but if that includes a crow is up for debate but as you've said, 'he' will have the drunk's head.

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When I got to the beach, I poured four drops of tar into the water and then jumped onto the bone raft that formed from the tar. The raft was a flat plate of bone with fur lining the edge and the entire underside of the raft was covered in thick fur except for a bone keel in the centre, four round rafts formed and surfaced with an elevated perch in the centre on top and a keel below.

Once I got on my raft I poured another three drops of tar onto my raft and moulded it into a mast for my raft and four fur ropes to be tied around the mast. I wrapped one end of the ropes around the mast and glued them in place with tar and then repeated this action, one rope per perch and ordered the nevermores to begin flapping to the mainland.

Once the raft began moving I stopped paying attention and began work on a different ranged weapon, starting with the casings for the ammunition.

A singular drop of tar moulded into a cylinder with a hole on one end and the interior melted into tar, this action repeated five times and you now have six bullet casings, each the size of a digit of your thumb and self-filling with tar. Next piece is seven drops of tar and is a revolver cylinder with seven holes on top and one underneath, on the outside of the cylinder, where each of the outer holes are, is a small ridge that sticks out slightly and would act as a cylinder stop.

With these first seven pieces made, slot them together with the open end of the casings facing the opening in the cylinder and begin work on a round rod that goes through the centre of the cylinder and sticks out at the front. Finally begin work on the frame and place the cylinder in it, once that is done wrap the entire thing in fur and soak it in tar for half an hour then add saltwater and let it soak for another ten minutes before pulling it out and unwrapping it from the fur and you should be left with a revolver that is missing only the hammer and trigger but those are easily attached.

Just to check that you've followed all the steps correctly, pick up the revolver, aim into the distance and do a test fire. Pulling the trigger draws back the hammer to an extent and then pulling the trigger just further fires the gun, a black tar bullet breaks the sound barrier when it leaves the barrel and flies faster than I can see, leaving a trail of flame that looked similar to a laser except curved downwards slightly.

After the first revolver is finished I make seven more in the exact same way as the first one and once I'm done I make an eight holster belt out of fur and tar with each holster made of bone and filled with tar. With the weapons made and holstered I put my cloak on and designed a bone gauntlet with a very elastic, fur rope attached to the back and on the other end of the fur rope I designed a fishing spear.

The fingers of the gauntlet had holes for when my talons clicked out and on the palm was a smaller variant of my logo, it had appeared on all my weaponry actually and I just now noticed but I was hungry and decided to have a try at spearfishing (without using my tail)._

It turns out that spearfishing is very difficult when all the fish in the area are small enough to fit in my hand but I continued doing so and decided to use my tail as well, which turned out to be much more effective but I had practice with my tail so it does make sense why I would be more proficient with my tail although the spear could move through the water faster and deeper so it wasn't much of a surprise when I caught a shark. The fishes and shark made a good meal for me and the bones and cartilage were fed to my nevermores, who were beginning to moult excess feathers to remain at the correct size to continue being of use to me.

Soon the shoreline came into view and I wrote on a bone tile 'Which direction to the Qrow's nest?' before placing my gauntlet in the talons of one of my nevermores and instructing that specific nevermore to drop it on the nearest pier. The nevermore flew off immediately and I departed my raft with my three other nevermores in the direction of the nearest mass of negativity.

It was a short walk until I found a small town and I covered more of myself with my cloak, my armour and mask were already clicked out but when I approached and knocked on the gate I clicked my mask back into the central ridge. When the guards approached I held up the bone tile in their direction and they looked at me with confusion showing on their faces, after they failed to answer for ten seconds I clicked my mask out, put away my bone tile, ordered my nevermores to attack and I quick-drew my revolvers, each one fired and claimed a guard's head with a single shot before getting re-aimed and firing again until all the guards were headless and the heads were unrecognizable puddles of tar that each reformed into tiny beowolfs.

As I turned to the gate, the cylinders of my revolvers began rotating at insane speeds, my trigger fingers pulled, the guns began firing like micro-SMG's and from the barrel of each revolver was a constant beam of fire that melted straight through the gate along with anyone unlucky enough to be close to the fire-beam. The fire-beam ended when the revolvers melted into tar and dropped to the ground to evaporate, thankfully I had four spares to use while the humans and beast-men either fled or revealed their weapons.

This didn't stop the grim from advancing upon those unarmed and slaughtering them but the grim were slain after their first kills and regular-sized grim had just begun swarming the town. I meanwhile started to aim in places other than the head and so far have found the heads of '0 crows but I continued the slaughter anyway.

That was a surprisingly fast extermination, only ten minutes and four weapons lost but I still haven't found the crow. At least I have an army of swarming grim following me for the faster extermination of anyone who hinders my mission progress but the next mass of negativity is out of my sensory range, only singular targets but those will do for now.

First I should collect and preserve the heads of all in the village, just in case my target is among them. This shouldn't take long...

... Why did this take two weeks, not a problem given my unspecified time limit but carrying all of these will just hinder my combat prowess. So I decided to design a carriage to be pulled by Ursa, just a simple 'spartan carriage' of bone and a small, 'portable' spawning pool for added offence along with a small chest to hold four preserved heads. Surprisingly simple to build and copy along with the hooking onto Ursa and the storage of all the collected heads.

With all that done, I set off, not noticing that each ursa hooked to a carriage was beginning to gain my logo as I set off to kill and ultimately complete my mission, no matter how long it took.

Drunken Qrow: Rafts made of bone and grim fur have been reported to have been found drifting past Patch along with a gauntlet/fishing spear hybrid on the same pier and made of the exact same materials, these objects were collected on the same day and both have an odd logo that has never been seen anywhere else. These objects were very unusual finds and were placed on display in Signal after they were confiscated from the boys that found them for an unknown reason.

A few days later I found a trail of destruction that started at a very recently built and now destroyed town full of headless corpses and a melted, main gate. The trail of destruction zigzags to and from singular unrecognisable corpses, all missing their heads and at the end of the destruction was a literal crusade of grim, all lead by the grim herding creature that disappeared last week and attacked that cruise ship, as seen by these images here: [Image_Corrupted], [Image_Corrupted], [Image_Corrupted], [Image_Corrupted].

'It seems to have spotted me and has changed direction to follow me, I need backup.

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