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<blockquote data-quote="steeldragons" data-source="post: 5615554" data-attributes="member: 92511"><p>I was hoping to get further along than this for the next post...but since it's done and you're jonesing <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite2" alt=";)" title="Wink ;)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=";)" /> hahaha.</p><p></p><p></p><p>More to come soon.</p><p>--SD</p><p>-----------------------------------</p><p></p><p>Alaria paused outside a shop to peruse the dresses set on a rack outside of the dressmaker’s shop. One of bright green caught her eye. It was embroidered with vines and leaves in the golden trim. Very nice work, Alaria thought. It was “off the shoulder” as most of the women in the area wore from what she had seen. The sleeves were close to the arm until the lower arm when they widened a bit. </p><p> </p><p> “Very lovely.” Alaria smiled to the woman standing before the shop.</p><p> </p><p> “Thank you, lady.” Answered the woman. “Would you like to try it on. It would look lovely on you, lady… Might be a bit short though.”she added apparently sizing up the statuesque R’Hathi woman.</p><p> </p><p> Alaria smiled. “I think not. But do you have something similar in violet?”</p><p> </p><p> “I might have just the thing, m’lady.” The woman said enthusiastically and ducked into the shop’s door.</p><p> </p><p> She returned shortly with another gown, this one was a plum color, with similar golden trim though no design was embroidered. It also was worn over the shoulder, with a slight collar. “This was designed in the style of one I made for the Green Witch.” The shopkeeper offered.</p><p> </p><p> Alaria felt the smooth fabric, not silk or velvet, but soft to the touch. Alaria looked at it a moment and said “I love it. How much?”</p><p> </p><p> The dressmaker looked at the handsome blond knight behind her who distractedly looked down the avenue, then to the mage. “Would 5 gold be too much?” she answered. </p><p> </p><p> Alaria raised an eyebrow and followed the shop-maid’s gaze. “I think it would.” She said. “My thanks, but I really don’t need another dress so fine for the traveling we would be doing.”</p><p> </p><p> “Oh! It is most durable, m’lady. And comfortable….3 gold?” the woman offered.</p><p> </p><p> Alaria thought a moment. “Do you like it, Coerraine?”</p><p> </p><p> The young paladin snapped to his employer’s attention, “It is very fine, milady. I’m sure it would be, uh, most fetching.” Alaria noted the momentary blush in the Goldshield’s cheeks.</p><p> </p><p> “Of course, this dress will travel to many realms, in the service of the gods.” Alaria noted, giving a nod toward Coerraine. “I would be happy to share the name of the maker who wove it.”</p><p> </p><p> At this, it was the shopkeeper who blushed. “M’lady, travelers are not known for finding Welford for a simple dress.” She looked at the handsome knight again and leaned in toward Alaria to say in a hushed tone, “2 gold and 5 <meaning 5 silver>. Methinks the gentleman would enjoy it greatly and as the maker, I could not ask for a more lovely form on which to show off my wares.”</p><p> </p><p> “2 gold and 2.” Said Alaria flatly and began to withdraw coins from her purse.</p><p> </p><p> “As m’lady wishes. 2 gold and 2.” The dressmaker happily agreed. “Gods blessings, m’lady. Shall I wrap it for you?”</p><p> </p><p> “I think not.” Alaria said, “I’ll change here.”</p><p> </p><p> “Of course, m’lady.” The woman took a moment to receive the coins and extended an arm for Alaria to enter the shop, “Right this way, m’lady.”</p><p> </p><p> “I’ll wait here.” Said Coerraine. A few minutes later, Alaria returned in the new plum gown, her travel-worn golden robe in a bundle under her arm. Coerraine was struck dumb at the sight of the magess.</p><p> </p><p> “What do you think, Coerraine?” Alaria smiled.</p><p> </p><p> “It is…fetching…as I knew it would be, milady.” The paladin stumbled.</p><p> </p><p> Alaria smiled to the dressmaker and thanked her. The shopkeeper bowed and smiled and thanked Alaria profusely. The wizard asked if there were any “magic shops” in town.</p><p> </p><p> “Ehm…’magic shops’, m’lady? No. But Master Devrim the Apothecary has some oddities at his shop that a simple dressmaker, such as myself, do not understand. Master Devrim had some experiences in the realms beyond our fair valley before he returned here and opened his shop. Perhaps he could help you?” The dressmaker gave the magess directions to Devrim’s shop and thanked her again, eagerly pinching Alaria’s coins from one hand to the other.</p><p> </p><p> Coerraine followed Alaria down the main avenue of Welford Town. He caught himself staring more than once at the wizard’s lovely figure. This was followed by a mental chastising for his lewd thoughts. The Redstar Knights were, by no means, sworn to chastity, but they did have rather stringent rules about “involvement” with their assigned duties and/or charges they were to protect.</p><p> </p><p> Alaria, freed of her apprenticeship that morning and donning a fresh new gown, felt like a million gold pieces and did not notice the paladin’s glances. Many of the shops were notably closed for the midday meal. She hoped that Master Devrim’s would not be. </p><p> </p><p> She was thankful to find it was not and boldly entered. Coerraine a few steps behind her.</p><p> </p><p> The shop “stank” as far as Coerraine was concerned. Various herbs and rows of multi-colored bottles and vials, pots of salves, even a few candles of various hues all conspired against the paladin’s nose. A moment of concentration to look through his golden gifted sight noted nothing “evil” in the shop, including the slight-framed man with black hair and blue robes behind the counter.</p><p> </p><p> Alaria shared a brief conversation with Devrim of various arcane topics, most of which Coerraine did not understand. Alaria purchased a few pouches of various materials, including a “potion” that Devrim said would “soothe the travel-weary joints in a bath.” </p><p> </p><p> The two left the herbalist’s shop and intended to return to the inn for a meal and some drink when Braddok came jogging up the road to meet them.</p><p> </p><p> “We have a…” the swordsman began before interrupting himself, “By the gods, you look the vision, Alaria.”</p><p> </p><p> Alaria smiled. “Thank you, Braddok. I’m glad you like it. What do we have?”</p><p> </p><p> “Oh!” snapped the warrior. “We have a problem. Come with me, please. It seems Duor…” Braddok filled in the wizardess and paladin, whose frown dipped lower and lower as Braddok explained until it seems his mouth might fall off of his very face.</p><p> </p><p> Braddok, Alaria and Coerraine entered the Constable’s office building. Duor sat, relaxed, on the banch/bed in the iron barred jail.</p><p> </p><p> “S’bout bloody time.” The dwarf smiled. “Get me outta here! It’s all lies.” He looked with disdain toward the very large black-bearded man standing before the Constable’s desk.</p><p> </p><p> The mountain of a man, nearly a hand taller than Braddok and twice as wide and round, wore a flour dusted apron. He glared at the trio as they entered.</p><p> </p><p> “My lady, it seems your associate here has committed a crime.” Constable Bertram began. “We do not take kindly to thievery in Welford.”</p><p> </p><p> “What happened?” Alaria asked innocently, ignoring Duor’s claims of innocence.</p><p> </p><p> “It seems, this dwarf…”the Constable started before the huge man burst in.</p><p> </p><p> “Stole a fritter from my shop!” said the black-bearded man.</p><p> </p><p> Constable Bertram let out a sigh and pinched the top of his nose. “My lady, Alaria Staver, this is Ortrus Baker…”</p><p> </p><p> “Finest baker in the Laklans!” added the irate man.</p><p> </p><p> “Yes, noone’s dismissing that Ostrus.” The Constable continued. “Seems your dwarf, here, pinched a few items from Ostrus’ shop without paying.”</p><p> </p><p> “I pinched nothing! Who’d want that ogre’s day-old pastries anyway!” added Duor, severely not helping his situation.</p><p> </p><p> Alaria glared at Duor and composed herself before turning back to the constable. The finer points of law in the outer realms were beyond Alaria’s knowledge…she stood for a moment looking from the constable to the baker and back again. Thankfully, Coerraine stepped forward.</p><p> </p><p> “Gentlemen, on my honor, I am not prone to trust this dwarf,” started the paladin.</p><p> </p><p> “HEY!” shouted Duor.</p><p> </p><p> Coerraine continued undeterred, “ …but the laws of gods and men must be observed. What proof have we of this accusation?”</p><p> </p><p> The baker burst again, “He took me fritters! No good thievin’ dwarfs.”</p><p> </p><p> “HEY!” shouted Duor again. “Let me outta this cage and I’ll show you thievin’ troll-born. I’ll steal yer ugly hide!”</p><p> </p><p> Constable Bertram again sighed audibly. “There were the crumbs in his beard when I arrived earlier.”</p><p> </p><p> “HEY!” yelled Duor again.</p><p></p><p></p><p> To which Alaria turned and with a single murmured syllable and forceful motion of her hand, the blanket on the cell’s cot leapt up from the mat of its own accord and thoroughly wrapped itself around the dwarf, particularly his head and mouth. Muffled objections ensued before the entangled rogue toppled over himself onto the floor.</p><p> </p><p> Alaria turned to Ortrus and the Constable with a smile. “Now, my good gentlefolk, what can we do here to handle this in a reasonable manner.” Her dark eyes lingered on the mammoth baker who still watched the ensorceled dwarf trying to tug the blanket off his face. When his gaze returned to Alaria, he smiled a nervous smile.</p><p> </p><p> Constable Bertram’s face was again beneath his palm.</p><p></p><p></p><p><em><strong>Next time: By the light of the Sorilorr-y Moon</strong></em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="steeldragons, post: 5615554, member: 92511"] I was hoping to get further along than this for the next post...but since it's done and you're jonesing ;) hahaha. More to come soon. --SD ----------------------------------- Alaria paused outside a shop to peruse the dresses set on a rack outside of the dressmaker’s shop. One of bright green caught her eye. It was embroidered with vines and leaves in the golden trim. Very nice work, Alaria thought. It was “off the shoulder” as most of the women in the area wore from what she had seen. The sleeves were close to the arm until the lower arm when they widened a bit. “Very lovely.” Alaria smiled to the woman standing before the shop. “Thank you, lady.” Answered the woman. “Would you like to try it on. It would look lovely on you, lady… Might be a bit short though.”she added apparently sizing up the statuesque R’Hathi woman. Alaria smiled. “I think not. But do you have something similar in violet?” “I might have just the thing, m’lady.” The woman said enthusiastically and ducked into the shop’s door. She returned shortly with another gown, this one was a plum color, with similar golden trim though no design was embroidered. It also was worn over the shoulder, with a slight collar. “This was designed in the style of one I made for the Green Witch.” The shopkeeper offered. Alaria felt the smooth fabric, not silk or velvet, but soft to the touch. Alaria looked at it a moment and said “I love it. How much?” The dressmaker looked at the handsome blond knight behind her who distractedly looked down the avenue, then to the mage. “Would 5 gold be too much?” she answered. Alaria raised an eyebrow and followed the shop-maid’s gaze. “I think it would.” She said. “My thanks, but I really don’t need another dress so fine for the traveling we would be doing.” “Oh! It is most durable, m’lady. And comfortable….3 gold?” the woman offered. Alaria thought a moment. “Do you like it, Coerraine?” The young paladin snapped to his employer’s attention, “It is very fine, milady. I’m sure it would be, uh, most fetching.” Alaria noted the momentary blush in the Goldshield’s cheeks. “Of course, this dress will travel to many realms, in the service of the gods.” Alaria noted, giving a nod toward Coerraine. “I would be happy to share the name of the maker who wove it.” At this, it was the shopkeeper who blushed. “M’lady, travelers are not known for finding Welford for a simple dress.” She looked at the handsome knight again and leaned in toward Alaria to say in a hushed tone, “2 gold and 5 <meaning 5 silver>. Methinks the gentleman would enjoy it greatly and as the maker, I could not ask for a more lovely form on which to show off my wares.” “2 gold and 2.” Said Alaria flatly and began to withdraw coins from her purse. “As m’lady wishes. 2 gold and 2.” The dressmaker happily agreed. “Gods blessings, m’lady. Shall I wrap it for you?” “I think not.” Alaria said, “I’ll change here.” “Of course, m’lady.” The woman took a moment to receive the coins and extended an arm for Alaria to enter the shop, “Right this way, m’lady.” “I’ll wait here.” Said Coerraine. A few minutes later, Alaria returned in the new plum gown, her travel-worn golden robe in a bundle under her arm. Coerraine was struck dumb at the sight of the magess. “What do you think, Coerraine?” Alaria smiled. “It is…fetching…as I knew it would be, milady.” The paladin stumbled. Alaria smiled to the dressmaker and thanked her. The shopkeeper bowed and smiled and thanked Alaria profusely. The wizard asked if there were any “magic shops” in town. “Ehm…’magic shops’, m’lady? No. But Master Devrim the Apothecary has some oddities at his shop that a simple dressmaker, such as myself, do not understand. Master Devrim had some experiences in the realms beyond our fair valley before he returned here and opened his shop. Perhaps he could help you?” The dressmaker gave the magess directions to Devrim’s shop and thanked her again, eagerly pinching Alaria’s coins from one hand to the other. Coerraine followed Alaria down the main avenue of Welford Town. He caught himself staring more than once at the wizard’s lovely figure. This was followed by a mental chastising for his lewd thoughts. The Redstar Knights were, by no means, sworn to chastity, but they did have rather stringent rules about “involvement” with their assigned duties and/or charges they were to protect. Alaria, freed of her apprenticeship that morning and donning a fresh new gown, felt like a million gold pieces and did not notice the paladin’s glances. Many of the shops were notably closed for the midday meal. She hoped that Master Devrim’s would not be. She was thankful to find it was not and boldly entered. Coerraine a few steps behind her. The shop “stank” as far as Coerraine was concerned. Various herbs and rows of multi-colored bottles and vials, pots of salves, even a few candles of various hues all conspired against the paladin’s nose. A moment of concentration to look through his golden gifted sight noted nothing “evil” in the shop, including the slight-framed man with black hair and blue robes behind the counter. Alaria shared a brief conversation with Devrim of various arcane topics, most of which Coerraine did not understand. Alaria purchased a few pouches of various materials, including a “potion” that Devrim said would “soothe the travel-weary joints in a bath.” The two left the herbalist’s shop and intended to return to the inn for a meal and some drink when Braddok came jogging up the road to meet them. “We have a…” the swordsman began before interrupting himself, “By the gods, you look the vision, Alaria.” Alaria smiled. “Thank you, Braddok. I’m glad you like it. What do we have?” “Oh!” snapped the warrior. “We have a problem. Come with me, please. It seems Duor…” Braddok filled in the wizardess and paladin, whose frown dipped lower and lower as Braddok explained until it seems his mouth might fall off of his very face. Braddok, Alaria and Coerraine entered the Constable’s office building. Duor sat, relaxed, on the banch/bed in the iron barred jail. “S’bout bloody time.” The dwarf smiled. “Get me outta here! It’s all lies.” He looked with disdain toward the very large black-bearded man standing before the Constable’s desk. The mountain of a man, nearly a hand taller than Braddok and twice as wide and round, wore a flour dusted apron. He glared at the trio as they entered. “My lady, it seems your associate here has committed a crime.” Constable Bertram began. “We do not take kindly to thievery in Welford.” “What happened?” Alaria asked innocently, ignoring Duor’s claims of innocence. “It seems, this dwarf…”the Constable started before the huge man burst in. “Stole a fritter from my shop!” said the black-bearded man. Constable Bertram let out a sigh and pinched the top of his nose. “My lady, Alaria Staver, this is Ortrus Baker…” “Finest baker in the Laklans!” added the irate man. “Yes, noone’s dismissing that Ostrus.” The Constable continued. “Seems your dwarf, here, pinched a few items from Ostrus’ shop without paying.” “I pinched nothing! Who’d want that ogre’s day-old pastries anyway!” added Duor, severely not helping his situation. Alaria glared at Duor and composed herself before turning back to the constable. The finer points of law in the outer realms were beyond Alaria’s knowledge…she stood for a moment looking from the constable to the baker and back again. Thankfully, Coerraine stepped forward. “Gentlemen, on my honor, I am not prone to trust this dwarf,” started the paladin. “HEY!” shouted Duor. Coerraine continued undeterred, “ …but the laws of gods and men must be observed. What proof have we of this accusation?” The baker burst again, “He took me fritters! No good thievin’ dwarfs.” “HEY!” shouted Duor again. “Let me outta this cage and I’ll show you thievin’ troll-born. I’ll steal yer ugly hide!” Constable Bertram again sighed audibly. “There were the crumbs in his beard when I arrived earlier.” “HEY!” yelled Duor again. To which Alaria turned and with a single murmured syllable and forceful motion of her hand, the blanket on the cell’s cot leapt up from the mat of its own accord and thoroughly wrapped itself around the dwarf, particularly his head and mouth. Muffled objections ensued before the entangled rogue toppled over himself onto the floor. Alaria turned to Ortrus and the Constable with a smile. “Now, my good gentlefolk, what can we do here to handle this in a reasonable manner.” Her dark eyes lingered on the mammoth baker who still watched the ensorceled dwarf trying to tug the blanket off his face. When his gaze returned to Alaria, he smiled a nervous smile. Constable Bertram’s face was again beneath his palm. [I][B]Next time: By the light of the Sorilorr-y Moon[/B][/I] [/QUOTE]
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