Gray Shade
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Berserker Bill considers breaking into song at all the whistling. He stands opens his mouth in a wide "O" and spreads his arms wide. Then thinks better of it and sits back down.
Tales From The Old Bald One-Eyed Salty Red Dog Tavern! (chapter 1, now closed)
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Lazlow
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LogicsFate said:
A tall man in a tall cylindrical hat (more on this later) sits behind the counter in the shop reading a scroll. He is clean shaven, save for two thin strips of beard on either edge of his beard, which have grown so long that he has entwined them together into a single braid about three inches under his chin. Dangling from that braid is a crystal, faintly shining a pinkish hue. He is dressed in a simple red robe with his sleeves rolled up to just under his elbows. On his nose is perched a peculiar instrument, it seems to be two circlets of crystal joined together with some golden framework; two other circlets of crystal are joined by more framework but are flipped up above his eyes and out to the side.
He doesn't seem to notice you... But after a moment of awkward silence, he glances up and looks you in the eye. He waits juuuust until you are about to speak, then replies, in the same manner in which you spoke (that is, loudly), "I DO!!"
And now, his hat: It either is very, very tall, or is connected to the ceiling in some manner - but you can't quite tell, because the condensation, dampness, dew, effluvia, exhalation, fog, fumes, gas, haze, miasma, moisture, smog, smoke, steam, and various vapors from the immense array of alembics, beakers, bins, bowls, bottles, boxes, buckets, cans, canisters, canteens, capsules, carafes, cartons, casks, caskets, cauldrons, chests, cisterns, crates, crocks, dishes, ewers, firkins, flasks, hampers, hods, hoppers, humidors, hutches, jars, jeroboams, jugs, kettles, magnums, packages, packets, pails, pots, pouches, purses, receptacles, reliquaries, repositories, sacs, sacks, scuttles, steins, tanks, tubs, tubes, utensils, vases, vats, vessels, and (last, but definitely not least) vials seems to block any view above seven or eight feet up.
Also, an owlbear is standing next to you. It's very tall.
Lazlow
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OOC: Hurricane Rita is bearing down on us wit' a quickness as I speak (type), and no matter where the storm hits up or down the coast, I will without a doubt be sans electricity for a few days, so don't count on anything from me during that time. My workplace is closing down for Thursday and Friday, so I'll be home battening down the hatches in preparation. I'll post as soon as I can after the storm.
LogicsFate
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K laughs nerviously, enterposing Richard between herself and the owlbear, Stuffed? she hopes fervently.
"Um, hi, yeah, I'm looking for a scroll" K moves closer slowly, leaning in close "Yeah a scroll of..." her voice dropping even lower [sblock] "animate dead" [/sblock] She braces, ready to stop him from repeating it out loud "Just that"
"Um, hi, yeah, I'm looking for a scroll" K moves closer slowly, leaning in close "Yeah a scroll of..." her voice dropping even lower [sblock] "animate dead" [/sblock] She braces, ready to stop him from repeating it out loud "Just that"
Ranger Rick
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Continues to [whistles a mindless ditty]
Lazlow
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K and The Magicke Shoppe Man
Your fervent hopes are dashed as the man behind the counter eyes you for a moment, then looks to the owlbear. "It's alright," he says, and the owlbear relaxes a bit, then takes a step or two back.
"With what can I help you... Madam?"
The man eyes you with an even keener eye. "Ah, necromancy... Revolting, to be sure, but quite... Useful... at times." He gives you a quick wink, then stands up and disappears into the thick mist behind him.
He's gone quite a while, during which time the owlbear seems to just be content standing in a corner, looking at you. Eyeing it nervously, there seems to be something strange about the creature... But just as you realize that it doesn't appear to blink - at all - it lets out a long, weary yawn. It smacks its beak, scratches its hindquarters, and resumes staring at you.
The man returns soon thereafter with a scroll in his hand. "Here we are, just as you requested. The scroll is 1200 gold. Have you the necessary amount of onyx required?"
LogicsFate said:
Your fervent hopes are dashed as the man behind the counter eyes you for a moment, then looks to the owlbear. "It's alright," he says, and the owlbear relaxes a bit, then takes a step or two back.
"With what can I help you... Madam?"
The man eyes you with an even keener eye. "Ah, necromancy... Revolting, to be sure, but quite... Useful... at times." He gives you a quick wink, then stands up and disappears into the thick mist behind him.
He's gone quite a while, during which time the owlbear seems to just be content standing in a corner, looking at you. Eyeing it nervously, there seems to be something strange about the creature... But just as you realize that it doesn't appear to blink - at all - it lets out a long, weary yawn. It smacks its beak, scratches its hindquarters, and resumes staring at you.
The man returns soon thereafter with a scroll in his hand. "Here we are, just as you requested. The scroll is 1200 gold. Have you the necessary amount of onyx required?"
LogicsFate
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Lazlow said:
K sputters in outrage "1200! That's madness, I assume you already added plently of onix to it!"
Lazlow
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"Madam," the magic merchant says to you coolly, "I'll have you know that my offer is a mere pittance above my own cost. And no, the onyx is not included. I am a purveyor of sorcerous sundries, arcane accoutrements, magical momentos... All of the most exceptional quality. Surely you understand that these things do not come cheaply." He leans back and smiles. "Now. Are you still interested? Or shall I ask Toby here to escort you on your way?" He nods his head slightly in the direction of the owlbear, then crosses his arms.
LogicsFate
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"Surely you won't let 900 gold walk out this door right now? Would you?" K clasps her hands togeather, her eyes watering, She gazes at the man with unending sadness "Please..."
