chad878262 wrote:After a time spent scouting Thunder's Ride all the way through the fields of the dead Cranston would notice the flickering lights emanating from the near ruin of a structure. Curious, he would spend a time watching from afar, perhaps noticing the occasional traveler wander in. Once certain those traveler's who enter also exit with regularity Cranston would carefully pack up his campsite as if no one were ever there and approach.
Upon entry he would give a wary nod and a small smile - causing a triangular scar on his left cheek to twist in a grotesque fashion his beard failing to hide all, but a small portion of the unhealed wound - to the woman and peruse the various wears. After a time he would approach her, pointing to the various stealth related items while offering greetings.
"A'fair day to ya lass, a right fine collection ye've amassed, sure as certain. I've an interest in some o' yer goods what might help a man stay hidden from tha beasts what stalk hereabouts. I'm not fer knowin' if'n I got any goods what ye'd consider tradin' fer, but 'ave a look an' see if ye'd be willin ta part wit any of 'em, yeah?"
Cranston would then take a sack held within his pack and show the elf woman various items he'd be willing to part with in exchange for a pair of clothing, gloves and perhaps the cloak she has on offer.
The woman seems to have just finished a meal. An empty bowl sits next to her, already forgotten as she is engrossed with her tome. Oddly enough, another empty bowl is across the room by the window. Only the shopkeeper seems present.
She tilts her head as she listens to the man, setting down her quill and leaning forward to examine his items.
"These would fetch a small fortune at any reasonable market, I'd wager. Unfortunately, I have no need for them." She idly fiddles with the corner of her tome.
"A shame too, a few of those would have been immensely helpful a couple years ago." The shopkeeper sighs heavily.
"That wouldn't have made for much of an adventure though."
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Aurali wrote:Loric closes his eyes and concentrates on taking in the vibrations of the world around him. He can feel them coursing through the ground, coursing through him as he falls in-sync with the rhythm of the world. He takes in a sharp breath and starts to hum in an extremely deep bass voice. He maintains this low drone as he travels through the troll claw mountains, the pitch such that it resonates perfectly with the returned echo. A slight disturbance in the resonance causes him to glance towards the fields of the dead. Seeing a dim light emanating from distant ruins, he decides to investigate.
He readily moves beyond the mountain pass and heads towards the ruins. After dispatching living skeletons with his black handled greatsword, he strides confidently towards the glow. Wearing a suit of armor made of the finest dark mithril, the grey-skinned Earth Genasi doesn't seem bothered by the macabre setting. He studies the woman and the layout of the display a few moments before speaking, "I am Loric Earthsong. Seeker of Knowledge in Oghma's name." He speaks with a pure, crisp bass and bows slightly. "Your presence here intrigues me. I feel there are stories to be told and songs to be sung. Perhaps, with your permission, I could start the exchange with an Earth song?"
The woman is writing in her tome. Without looking away from her work, she speaks with the man.
"Oghma." She overenunciates the name, as if it were strange to her.
"Hmm. I am selling stories here, I suppose. If you wish to hear one, perhaps an item might strike an interest." She gestures to her wares with her free hand.
"I do wonder what sorts of things would be of interest..." Almost spoken as if to herself. The hooded woman then quietly, almost playfully, whispers the word
"Oghma" several times to herself, as she scribbles busily in her tome.
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Nayriak wrote:A bronze skinned Elf walks up to the secluded ruins within the barren fields. He wears a a laurel crown of colored leaves around his short, nutty brown hair, and he is dressed in a simple, yet elegantly crafted tunic and trousers. Emblazoned on his chest is a mithril shaping of a Setting Sun. //DC check Lore: Religion 15 to know whether or not it is the symbol of Labelas Enoreth//
He approaches cautiously, his step one of confidence and control, with eyes ever alert. After stopping briefly at the entrance, noticing the body within with the goods sprawled out, he scans outside one time more then steps in. Although her attention is down to some parchment, he speaks regardless, his voice deep yet melodious.
"You put quil to parchment in the most unusual of locations, strange one. And yet, I cannot blame you. I myself have pondered in some rather unusual locations. The wilds inspire me, as does the city, as does the barren wind swept plains." He gestures around. "Even here, there is a certain...inspiration."
After speaking, he gazes down to the wares, reading bits and pieces of each of piece. His gaze stops at a particular set of gloves and he makes his way over, eyeing it ever more closely. "And what is the tale behind this one, I wonder?"
Pitfighter Handwraps (gloves)
+3 eb
1d4 acid
1d6 sneak attack
Req. Monk
The shopkeeper seems amused by the man's initial curiosity.
"Quiet libraries and private studies are decent enough sometimes. Other times, it's more meditative to be amongst chaos. Crowded bazaars are an old favorite of mine.." She shakes her head as if to dismiss getting sidetracked by her own thoughts.
She looks up towards his inquiry.
"Ah. That one is from very far away. It was owned by a.. well I suppose you might consider it a pet. Others might consider it a slave... but the creature never desired freedom. Is that a quality of a slave? I wonder.."
She looks back to her book and flips a few pages.
"Quite the fighter, that one. His kind always fought to the death. He would dredge those wrappings in the ashes of his last opponent before his next scheduled fight. It was almost ritual-like, as I understand it. Some sort of prayer or way of honoring the fallen."
"Probably considered barbaric in these lands, however."
She searches a few more pages in silence, letting the man have a few moments to contemplate the tale.
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mrm3ntalist wrote:Mendel nods to her and after considering it for a while
"What if I add this greatsword and falchion to the offered scimitar?"
// Greatsword +3EB +1d8Cold +1d4magic VS giants
Frost Falchion +4EB +1d4Cold
Flaming Flanchion +3EB, Keen, +1d4Fire
She looks over the blades pensively and then considers it quietly a few long moments, looking to her book and scribbling a bit but intermittently stopping midstroke as if weighing different aspects as she is reminded of them.
"Very interesting." She traces a finger idly in the blank spaces of her book.
"I accept. I intend to make one a gift but it'll take some time to decide which. Do you know anything about them?"
She looks between the man and the torn cloak a few times, considering whether she should get up and fold it for him or if he'd rather do it himself.
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AC81 wrote:Draviir thinks ... "Hmm, I have many blades but no more swords that you request. In the meantime let me make an offer of five hundred thousand coins on the gloves. These are most precious to me and they are what I truly seek. I shall dispatch a message detailing my other goods more accurately on my return to Soubar. Does my offer on the gloves sound fair?"
The shopkeeper leans back for a moment, her gaze adrift as she considers.
"I think that's nearly what was paid originally. It's a deal, however. I'd like to see the story continue for them. Perhaps it'll bring you the same graces it did for the original owner. And maybe that'll lead some interesting business between the two of us." She pulls the spare piece of paper out again and jots down a few lines of notes.
"Since you're heading home already, I don't suppose you'd want it delivered by courier." She jests with him.
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freekender wrote:The elf woman frowns, considering the merchant words. She looks to the idol with a different sight now. I... think I will... pass of that thing then... After some seconds retaining her eyes on the idol she looks to the blade and sighs. A fine blade indeed... Sadly I don't have enough gold for all, so I will buy the gloves and this choker. 150 bags of gold, right? She looks to the woman writing on her book, waiting for an answer.
The shopkeeper nods confirmation initially and then looks back at the gloves a second time.
"Oh my mistake. I had forgotten those gloves sold to another. He should be coming by soon to pick up his purchase... I could have sworn I had a similar set somewhere around here though..." She seems genuinely embarrassed to have forgotten.
"The choker was fifty thousand, yes.. and if you'll reconsider the Idol, I'd sell it for fourty thousand as compensation for my earlier mistake. I'm not usually so forgetful. Just been so busy lately." The woman speaks as the room consists of only two people and probably crickets outside.
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duracele wrote:The dwarf would listen to the lady`s talk. Finally he nods and says: "I be set on restocking my weapon supply. Name is Khentor and me got a stall in the east gate district. Visit me there to see if ya wuld be interested in acquiring some of me own items." He hands her a list, detailing his own merchandise. "If i don`t hear from ya in sum days time i might come back or i might not." With that he bows to the woman and leaves the structure headed towards the gate.
The shopkeeper looks over the list of items with interest.
"Quite a stall you have there. I probably won't go personally but I hope you don't mind me sending a messenger."
She offers the man a seated bow as he leaves. After another long glance at the list, she tucks it near the back of her book.