Clockwork, Steam & Sorcery - Episode 2

[Argent Silvermage]

Forge with bits of pie still in his beard laughs, Yes indeed. More than one pie I should say. Miriah my dear would you like to accompany us to Coventry? I'm to fetch ingredients for a potion for one of the teachers at the Academy.

 

[Cepter]

(OOC: Sorry, nearing the end of the nine weeks and there's much grading to be done)

(Part 1, Catching Up. This takes place before the meeting with Miriah)

As the other's moved to leave, Dorian watched for a moment, unsure if this was the best group to fall in with at the school.

"Well, I must begin somewhere," he muttered to himself as he paid for his meal and jogged to catch up with the rather unusual band he seemed to have joined, at least for the moment.

(Part 2, Introducing...)
"Yes, and where exaclty are we going, and what are we picking up when we get there?" Dorian asked the erstwhile leader, if there was one of the group. Somewhat belatedly, he offered his hand to Miriah.

I'm Dorian Veckt, nice to meet you."

 

[Seonaid]

Miriah curtsies to Buri and shakes Dorian's hand. "I am Miriah, and this is Mouse." Her rat familiar chitters from the ground. "I'd love to join you." She falls in with the group as they continue. "Did you just meet today? You never mentioned any friends," she says to Froud and Forge.

 

[Cepter]

(OOC: I'm going to my in-laws today, may not be able to post again until tommorow afternoon)

 

[loxmyth]

So the five students make their way down Primrose Avenue, a wide meandering cobbled boulevard that snakes its way through most of Arcos. This early in the afternoon, the streets are thronged with people going about their daily business; guards leisurely patrol the streets and peddlers sit on street corners, peddling mundane and exotic wares alike. Small children play ball in grassy clearings in between buildings, and the town criers hang up new editions of the Arcosian Tidings. It's quite an idyllic day, and still quite warm for Fall.

The district of Coventry itself is dominated by tall multistoried buildings of all kinds of unusual shapes and arrangements. The people in this part of the city tended to dress quite richly, and individuals being driven around in horse drawn carriages were a more common sight. Eventually, Forge stops before a solid red-bricked hexagonal two-storied building. The sign above the store proclaims in bold Common letters:

J. Ilwood Murmal and Sons, Apocathery & Oddities

Across the street, an elegant looking woman in a red silk gown and bonnet who sat in front of the building facing the apocatheries' seemed to perk up in interest at the new arrivals.

 

[ShortAssassin]

"So this is the place. What a oddly shaped building."

Buri felt a small tingle in the back of his mind and nonchalantly looked up to see BP coming to perch on the top of a building across the street. He allowed a small smile to show when he saw a piece of glass in BP's beak. Whenever BP felt he had important business to attend to, it was almost always about something shiny.

 

[Seonaid]

Miriah looks at the sign and practically squeals in excitement. "Come on, guys, let's go in!" she says and pulls (or pushes) open the door.

 

[Cepter]

Dorian walks briskly into the store, muttering thanks towards Miriah as he does. He hasn't really had much time to check out the local shops yet, so he takes a moment to look around the store, looking for anything of interest while the others get what the professor ahs asked for.

 

[loxmyth]

As Miriah pulls the door open it brushes against a small brass bell over the door, which chimes tinnily. Stepping into the building, they are plunged into a densely packed store, with rows of clausterphobic shelves, filled with trinkets, stoppered flasks and exotic nick-nacks. The light in the store is dim, the only substantial light coming from candles that seem to be placed haphazardly throughout the store. There's a musty air about the place as well, the smell of old paper mixed with an earthy scent.

"And how may ol'Jim help you, this fine day?" comes a croak from the back. A wizened old halfling, bent with age and shrouded in a brown woollen robe hobbled from around a corner. Candlelight glinted off his shiny bald pate, and a thick grey mustache hid his lips from view. "If you've come for crocodilian gel or Deviltongue, I'm fresh all out, but there's still plenty of other delights to be had, believe you me."

 

[Uriel]

Froud wanders the aisles, looking at the shelves for anything <Search> of especially fun-worthiness. Chewing on a piece of licorice, he loos to Forge and Miriah, wondering what the Mages wanted from the place.