Crafted Stephon’s Equipment

After spending some time crafting, I finally finished up with Stephon's mace, bow, and armor. I didn't have to do much for gathering because I had most of the materials. The only thing I lacked was hide, but slaying a couple of giant turtles helped with that.

"So, what do you think of your equipment, bro?" I asked Stephon.

"You're a crafty fucker!" he replied. "I like everything. Good work, brother."

"Nice cape, buddy," Genevieve laughed at Stephon.

"What?" Stephon responded to Genevieve. "I like it!"

"So, you're a fan of the bow?" Tara asked Stephon.

"I've never actually used one before," Stephon replied. "I've always been interested in archery though, so I got my brother to make me one."

"Well, if you need any help or lessons on using the bow, let me know," Tara said to Stephon.

"Thanks," Stephon replied. "I think I just might take you up on that offer."

"Richard!" Genevieve shouted. "You made Stephon a bow, yet you still haven't made me one..."

"Shit," I replied to Genevieve. "I'm sorry, bestie. I forgot to make you one."

"Ricky!" Tara shouted. "You've been telling her that you were going to be making her one for a while now."

"Come on, give a guy a break!" I said to Tara.

"Brother, you got yourself into a pretty serious situation," Stephon said with a grin across his face.

Tara and Genevieve laughed.

I'm glad that I finished up with Stephon's equipment. At least now he can properly defend himself against any bandits or creatures that may attack. Well, I guess the next task on my list is to begin repairing me and Tara's home. Fortunately, I have enough materials to get the job done without having to do any gathering. So, that will save a bit of time.

Me and Stephon are heading to me and Tara's home to repair the damage that was done to the house by the bandits. I am feeling dizzy. Everything is getting dark. I cannot see...

I am drifting through space and time. I am being surrounded by darkness. I see her again... It is the woman with dark hair, dark horns, and dark wings. She is looking at me. She can see me...

"Richard!" The woman says as she laughs at me with a sinister-sounding voice.

The woman with dark hair, dark horns, and dark wings is making me drift towards her. It is getting hot. I feel like I am burning. I am burning. The woman is laughing at me. I am drifting closer to her. I am afraid. I am so afraid...

"Wake up, brother," Stephon says. "You fainted again."

"This is happening quite often now, bro," I reply. "I think something is about to happen soon."

"Like what?" Stephon asks.

"I don't know, man," I reply. "I think these recent cryptic experiences that I've been having are trying to tell me something, and it's not good."