[IC1] Pool of Radiance


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Kylest stands his ground as the ripple of excitement passes through the crowd. He scratches idly at his beard and considers the rumors floating around. He mutters to himself as he thinks.

"Who would be auctioning off an item of such power if it really is that amazing? And will it's power be enough to stop us from taking it if we need to?"

He hangs back as the others struggle for a vantage point, trying to maintain a view of an escape route, should it become neccessary.
 

Moments later, a rather brawny hobgoblin emerges from within the crowd and scans the surroundings. Following the obvious bodyguard is a middle-aged human with dark brown hair and a somewhat unkempt beard, wearing bright and colorful clothes. He climbs up onto the podium and begins to speak after taking a look around.

“Welcome, welcome! Surely, you all wait for the auction to finally begin. I hope you brought some gold. Those who plan to bid on the item, best take a position near the podium, so I can see you. Would be a shame, if I overlooked your bid, wouldn't it? Yes, please, make some room for them. Come on!”

A few select spectators from within the crowd now start to fight their way towards the middle. Amongst them is Aylor, who seizes the opportunity to get into a better position to observe. Most of the others only reluctantly give up their better spots, if at all.
 


With Intrepido by his side, Selvaggio advances through the crowd to stand next to Aylor. Leaning in next to her, Selvaggio whispers something into her ear.

[sblock=Aylor]"If we need to, I'm willing to pool our money." Selvaggio says. "But only if it seems necessary to obtain whatever this item is."[/sblock]
 


Aylor Creegan

The abrasive female dwarf agrees with Selvaggio and gives him a small nod of her head to show that she is ‘on-board’ with their current plan. She refocus’ her attention back to the stag and thinks to herself. Hopefully it is something that can be used to bash some smug faces in.
 

A few minutes later, the auctioneer pulls a small wooden stick out of his clothes and raises it high for everyone to see. It's quite unspectacular, really, unlike his accompanying words.

“Behold the power! With this mighty weapon, you will strike fear into the hearts of your enemies! I have seen it done with my own eyes!”

The reaction of the crowd is probably not what the man was expecting, on the other hand, the item is not what most of the crowd have been expecting either, most likely, judging from their rough manners. There is some cheering and some applause, but much booing as well. Some groups turn away from the center, apparantly having seen enough for now, but most still stay around. It's not like there is much happening else around here.

“Yes, it's a weapon you fools. A magical weapon, which only the masters of the mind can hope to wrench its awesome power from. But enough of that... let the auction begin. I'm asking for an entry bid of one thousand gold pieces for this item. Who will be the first?”

Immediately a few hands rise and the price goes up to over three thousand in no time.
 


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