Small auction - Friendly arms inn - (Updated 28/5/2017)

[Kiran]

A very small selection of wares is put on display for all to see, the servant who is calling out the sales would introduce himself as Daniel if one was to be polite enough to inquire the traders name, he would inform the person he was selling items on behalf of Amenthes Serb, just specific bits for today for all to see, all with a small note attached to say what enhancements they may possess.

*The first item the name is bolded, however the enchantments on it seems to be an afterthought.*

Mithril full plate
+1 strength - SOLD

*The next item has the enchantments more in bold, except perhaps the last one, again, almost as if only added on because one must...*


Cloth tunic
+3 Dexterity.
+3 Intelligence
+1 Constitution.
-3 poison resist. - SOLD

The next item is a tower shield, the enchantments listed below.

+3 Armour class.
+3 Constitution
+2 improved saving throws: Fortitude.

Another item lays next to the previous one, a large full plate mail.
AC bonus +4

Next to that item a pair of gloves lay, the main parts of each knuckle infused with some odd metal

1d4 Piercing damage
+4 Enhancement
Improved saving throws cold +3
Improved saving throws Fire +3

Next item is a cloak which has a slight glow to it, otherwise unremarkable.

Improved saving throws Fortitude +2
Regeneration +1
Skill bonus: Heal +4
Skill bonus: Lore Arcana +4

Further along is a large heavy shield with some odd dwarven runes.
Ac bonus +4

The last item looks like a farmers tool, a sickle carefully placed next to the tower shield.

+4 Enchantment
+2 Damage bonus versus evil
+3 Improves saving throws versus cold.
Keen.
Cold Iron.

SPECIAL ITEMS FOR TRADE ONLY

*A magically enhanced fur*

Winterfur

Bonus hitpoints + 10
Improved saving throws Universal +2
Regeneration + 1
Resistance cold 15/-

*This axe bears the insignia of Kraak Helzaak's Smiths and dwarven runes if known
to some would bear the name "Macgar"*

Dwarven War axe of Sorrow.

Enchancement bonus +4
Keen
Vampiric generation +2

[Kiran]

*The merchant reappears at the friendly arms inn, crying out wares*

[Young Werther]

A red haired half-elf sporting a red head band hears about the tunic and makes a bid.

"I'd place 95 bags on that tunic there, sire."

[Kiran]

*The merchant notes down the offer, nodding*

"If there is no higher bid by the end of today the tunic is yours, miss*

[Kiran]

Updated for item sold.

[MrCravon]

A man walks up to the stall and inspects the available wares. He pauses on the Mithral Fullplate.

Are you willing to part with this item for, let's say, 130bags of gold?

[Hendrak]

A dwarf approches the merchant.

" I am willing to pay 150 bags for the Mithral Fullplate, deal?"

[Kiran]

*The merchant first notes the humans offer, nodding and writing it down, later however a dwarf appears, he notes down the newer and higher offer.

So far the highest offer is 150 bags from you master dwarf.

If no new offers within the next day or so it will be yours.

[VillageGreenWitch]

Shea wanders nearer.
Overhearing the bid for the Mithral Fullplate she come ecen loser, grins mischievously and says:

"One hundred and fifty for such a great piece of craftsmanship? Let's make that two hundred at least, hm? Name's Shea, by the way."

[Hendrak]

"Hmm, i raise my bid to 220 bags then. Hope that will be enough. Call me Toisil."

says the dwarf.

[VillageGreenWitch]

Shea nods, smirking.
"We're slowly getting there, hm? - Twohundredandfifty."

[Hendrak]

Toisil replies : "Alright, i bid 275 bags then."

[VillageGreenWitch]

"Seems you won."

With a grin that spans from ear to ear - well, almost - she wanders off.

[Kagger911]

"Seems you won."

With a grin that spans from ear to ear - well, almost - she wanders off.

*slow claps*

[Brother Bruce]

A man with plain armor steps forward, tipping his hat and nodding in silent greeting, before looking over the things on display... As others bid on a piece of armor it piques his interest. Looking at his own dusty and worn armor he ponders for just a moment before placing a bid of his own

"Three-hundred fifty bags for the armor there, friend."