"Hello there sir, how are you this fine evening? What can I help you with?" The man asked with a genuine smile upon his face. Jeeroy chuckled happily and his eyes found the weapons once again. The man followed his gaze and smiled brighter as well. "Ah yes, we have had quite a few people come in to look at these beauties today. A few have sold, the others have not had enough money to purchase them. Ask me whatever you would like, I will help how I can. They all come cursed with some type of magic, causing them to be special in some sort of way." Jeeroy was like a kid in a candy store. They all looked so amazing, though his eyes were drawn to one in particular. The scariest looking weapon upon the shelf was a scythe with three blades, each one getting a bit smaller as they descended down the long blade.
"Tell me about that one." Jeeroy said, motioning to the scythe upon the wall. The man behind the counter unlocked the glass and pulled out the weapon, barely able to hold it in his own two hands, while Jeeroy reached out and lifted it with one. The man explained that the scythe had been cursed to act almost as a voodoo doll. The moment you hit someone with it, you could then harm yourself and cause the person marked harm as well. Jeeroy was a large man, and lethal damage to others would barely cause a scratch to him. Deciding that was the one he wanted, he paid the man for the weapon and walked out of the shop with it in tow. Swinging it, he was happy with the outcome as the bright red blades glinted in the sun. He was ready to train with the weapon, and nothing was going to stop him from being the best.
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