Tale of the Clueless - Chapter 1: On the Seas of Air [IC Thread]


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OOC Ambrus: i know it seems weird but that's the way it is. Well it doesnt close per se but most of the stalls and shops close, though a few remain open. Though to most people it is considered as being closed. That's what the night-market is.

Think of it this way: dwarves, drow, celestials and many other creatures have darkvision but are still diurnal creatures and the average city dweller (which really makes up the vast majority of SIgil's population) would work during the day and sleep at night. You must remember the Great Bazaar is a market where people buy food tools clothing and so on (weapons adn other adventure-related stuff can of course be found there) but it is a normal market in all respects - just a big one with a vast range of goods.

btw those sblocks were all based on Know (local) checks, which I'm glad you are all maxed out in :lol:
 
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"The Hive? I've heard nothing good about that place. You just have to look up across the city to see the place; it looks like a dung heap, and not a pleasant one at that. I don't imagine the place improves much after dark either..." A shiver runs down Vorastrix's twin frills.
 

ooc: why wouldn't we be brimming fountains of knowledge [local(Sigil)]? After all we've been there 8 high-quality days! :P

IC: Well at least we have money to make sure we're well-supplied, and at least here gold is worth something. Where I'm from, 100 gold wouldn't buy you a cup of coffee.
 

Vor turns to Mir and stares at her in utter confusion, his draconic mind for a moment being unable to wrap itself around the meaning of the sounds issued by her mouth. The little dragon desperately tries to find some way to put into words the inner turmoil her matter-of-fact statement has engendered within him. "Where you... where you're from... Gold. Has. No. Value?..."
 

"It might be better to get anything we need now rather than wait until morning and run out of time" Looks over at Vor, "I agree with you the Hive doesn't look to appealing, what I've heard is if travel in groups and stay to the main roads you are usually left alone. They are only after easy marks"

Thrumgall stops drinking when he hears Mir talking. "By Moradin's Beard what is coffee? And where can I get some, I want to try a drink that costs more than a hundred gold."


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I'd like to try and buy a potion of flying for the adventure. If the group goes to the night market I'll get it there. Otherwise I'll try to pick one up from the great bazaar before we leave.
 
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Tjallon nods behind the bar, 'It's a prime drug, brown and thick, keeps cutters awake. It's an acquired taste.'

'A few words of warning about the Night Market: It's not a place for legal business, but if you need something quickly and without any qualms about the source it's the best place to go. Keep a peery eye though, the place is full of knights-of-the-post.'
 

Well don't get me wrong, once about a time in my world gold was the chief means of exchange. But over 4 centuries ago a great disaster occured. A fiery mountain fell from the heavens and destroyed the city and empire of Istar, reshaped the land and killed thousands upon thousands. As our people rebuilt from the Cataclysm, we found steel to be more vital in the recovery efforts. Thus steel coins became the primary means of trade, and gold lost value. Of course they add other metals to prevent people's money from rusting in their pockets, but I don't know much about the exact coinmaking process. As I said last night, I'm no alchemist.

Mir orders up some coffee for Thrumgall. You'll find it's worth its weight in whatever metal you find most valuable master Thrumgall.

[sblock=ooc]Mondain? Has thrumgall gone from worshipping the head dwarven deity to following the evil wizard dude from Ultima I? :lol: :p [/sblock]
 
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OOC That's what happen's when I post before having my coffee. :lol: I'll fix it.

IC Thrumgall looks at the thick brown liquid and swirls it in the cup "Looks like what we cleaned the silver with" Sniffs it, "Doesn't smell half bad though" Takes a long drink, screws up his face and swallows with difficulty.
"Gah,"
*gag*
*wheeze*
*pant*

"By the Forge of Moradin that's good stuff!” and claps Mir on the shoulder.
 

Tjallon grins, shaking his head. 'Looks like you bloods got a busy day ahead. Though, adventuring on the Plane of Air should be an easy task, at least when compared with the other planes you could find yourselves in. Enjoy it; i hear its a beautiful place with few equals in the Great Wheel.'
 

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