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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Oct 6, 2015 17:28:33 GMT -5
-"I suppose you can sleep in the workshop while I work out your sabers. If you can handle the noise and don't mind waiting for them. I doubt I'll have another customer today. People don't come by for these kinds of goods often. Not a lot of adventurers I guess."-
Allyria said, gesturing for him to follow her. She didn't even bother to open up her shop today. Why bother? This customer was more than enough for the day. She'd make his cresfa, and anything else he wanted if he was impressed enough. Then going from there she'd get paid, and it'd be a good day for her books. The cresfa would stay free until she got the right materials. Which, her trip to Korasus was soon. Perhaps when he came back from his own trip to Helkorth they'd be ready for him.
-"Why are you going to Helkorth? Isn't that city in the hands of rebels or something? It could be dangerous."-
She was not very up on the politics at the moment. As far as she knew, the Royal Justean Guard were a bunch of cunning rebels that had managed to seize two cities. It didn't interest her much. Creating, exploring, and finding out new things about everything else was more interesting to her than politics.
The love of learning was what drove her most of all.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2015 12:36:29 GMT -5
He didn't wish to impose, however at the same time he did not wish to insult Allyria by declining her hospitality. He wasn't sure if the sound would be a problem, but he answered positively anyways. ~"I am gracious for the offer, the sound shouldn't be a problem."~ The thing he needed to address caught him a little more off-guard. He was unsure of Allyria's allegiances, he didn't want to put her or himself into danger, especially not from each other, so he attempted to respond in a neutral manner, but likely responded in a way that would raise more questions. ~"I have my reasons."~
He didn't follow when she beckoned as he was unable to see. Instead he contemplated on whether he was an adventurer or not. He was most certainly a warrior, trained from childhood for the singular purpose of defeating whatever opponent he was faced with. Now he was out in the world, a test, a quest for experience and the wisdom and to gain the half of a warrior that cannot be trained, but that comes from experience in hard fought battles, from defeat, from victory. Adventurer, was it a word that aptly described him? He supposed his journey could be considered an adventure and by association, that would make him an adventurer. I am an adventurer.
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Oct 8, 2015 16:55:29 GMT -5
The half-breed wondered why he wasn't following him. Then she realized it. Duh, the blindfold.
-"Ah. Yes. The blindfold. Do you need me to talk to follow me or are my footsteps good enough? We should get moving before more people come onto the street for commerce and such."-
Allyria filed away his answer to her question about Helkorth. It must have been political. Reasons? Either he was going there to kill someone, or he was going there to join up with them. It wasn't uncommon for their kind to be contracted as assassins if they had the skills. This one looked like he could easily have the skills. And once she armed him it was something of a philosophical discussion as to whether or not she was responsible for whatever murders he committed.
She had never before come to this sort of crossroads before. Perhaps it was the fact that he was of her own kind and he didn't give a straight answer. Or perhaps it was because she was growing as a person and becoming more mature. She was thinking through her decisions. There were consequences to her decisions. Like the children, they were with her because she rescued them from certain death, but couldn't find their parents. Initially she had wanted to get rid of them, pawn them back on their parents.
That wasn't possible apparently. Their parents were nowhere to be found. It made her sad. She wasn't ready to be a mother figure. But she had a responsibility to them now.
She hadn't moved while she contemplated this. It all occurred in her head while waiting for him to answer her question.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2015 8:01:11 GMT -5
~"Your footsteps should be sufficient."~ He hated the daylight, no matter how much he trained he would never be able to completely overcome his blindness in the light. He wasn't completely helpless during the day, he had been trained and had practiced on his own how to function sightless. But still objects with a low profile were his nemesis.
He would do his best to follow the sound of her footsteps, and should worst come to worse, he should be able to sense her as a fellow Drokagr. It would be nice to have a pair of Cresfa in his hands again, blades that felt more like an extension of himself than some unsightly growth that one tried to keep hidden.
Shadow observed, taking everything in. He was a mere child in the world, only a basal understanding of the way things worked. He was the inner child that had been suppressed, now manifest. He wished for fun and for companionship, but was for now content on watching and learning after becoming bored with his pranks.
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Nov 2, 2015 16:28:26 GMT -5
-"I understand. Follow me."-
Allyria purposefully strode towards her destination, the workshop. She made sure that each footfall produced an audible sound to her. Perhaps to him, having been trained to listen, she assumed, it would sound like hammer falls or something similar. She did not think of this, only trying to make sure he could follow along. As she did such, she made sure that her direct path wasn't blocked by anything that he could trip over. It would embarrass the hell out of her if he managed to do something like that when she was trying to lead him somewhere. She'd never get over it.
All would be lost.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2016 19:52:25 GMT -5
Landing in Morith City was a fair time out from Sorith by carriage. The result of this being that it had taken a while to get to the place Allyria had outlined in her letter. On the ride my wife Astris and I spoke of relatively unimportant things. It was the times like these, where we had hours to spend together alone that we got to know each other best. Those times put me in the best of moods. Of course, the humid but clean air of the country being exchanged for the wet, mephitic stench of a city could serve to lessen that.
We plied out of the carriage in the rain. I draped my wife in my coat and let the rain soak through my shirt as hurried towards the shelter of the shared canopies over the stalls. From here, we began to scour the market, at first in quiet but as the minutes drug on I relented and questioned a nearby man attending his own stall. I asked him where we might find A&F Ventures, and he pointed us in the right direction.
Upon attending the stand, I did not spare a glance for the wares but only sought out whoever was standing by to watch over those wares.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2016 11:51:42 GMT -5
Astris hated the damp. She especially hated warm damp. Damp should be cold, shouldn't it? Truthfully, she was less than thrilled to be here, but she wasn't about to let her husband go off alone. He'd get himself killed or even worse, fleeced.
He really was far too trusting.
Still, she was grateful for the break in the rain once they reached the dubious shelter of the A&F Venture stand. She looked around at the wares as she huddled closer to her (admittedly soaked) husband. "Well then, here we are." She wrinkled her nose, looking at him.
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Mar 16, 2016 11:58:25 GMT -5
A young boy came towards the stand, bleary eyed and tired. He was about eight, Sandy haired and blue eyed. Obviously Cruinthian. His name was Grayson, and he was more or less adopted, along with his sister, by the company.
"Oh. You two must be the Wylmonts. Allyria thought you might be here. We need to go over to Undal street. Where the warehouses are. I'll lead you. It's this way."
The boy yawned and turned back around after waving them on.
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Post by King Redgar Karligar on May 2, 2016 15:39:55 GMT -5
The Duke came to the stall for A & F Ventures mainly because it was one of the only locations that showed weaponry and armor among the goods. He looked over the weapons and the armor. They were not to his taste, but he could not say they were of poor quality. That was what he was looking for, goods of fine quality. He was not looking for weapons however. Katrina had put the task of securing tools for the people.
He thought about it at first as an errand for some courier or other representative. Then he thought about it some more. His sister had a way about her for making requests and not fully explaining the need for it. If the people knew he was going to personally rectify the situation with their infrastructure and lives then they would love him for it. Perhaps love was better than fear?
He doubted it. Fear was much easier to measure. A man who is afraid can do expected things. A man in love will do unexpected things.
Redgar wasn't sure what would happen. If the unexpected things would be good, or bad. Or if the expected things would be good or bad.
"Does your master make tools as well?"
He finally said to whoever was minding the stall.
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on May 3, 2016 16:25:57 GMT -5
"Oh sure thing, sir. But Countess Allenmorde has left for her lands out in Delta Province. Would you like for me to see if we have any stock in our warehouse?"
The person minding the stall, was of course, Grayson. He had been made defacto clerk of the vendor stall on the street. At least until Allyria found someone more suitable for sales. The boy was more than willing to be useful. He knew the countess was more than capable of making fresh tools for the man asking about it. He wasn't sure if she had made a large stock of tools when she made the original batches. Maybe she had, maybe she hadn't. Either way he'd have to check and get back to the man.
"Is there some place I can deliver the message to? Such as the inn or home you are staying at, sir..."
Grayson just realized he hadn't asked the man's name, and hadn't given his, but had freely given his Lady's name to him. He balked at how much he had screwed this up.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2017 17:31:43 GMT -5
Rithaleya arrived at the A&F Ventures stall near dusk on the 9th of Cretos, after taking the shortest path she could find through the back country from Kel'Alee. Her cargo wasn't exactly vital, but she liked to pretend it was to give a little urgency to the 'mission' and avoid getting distracted by other encounters along the way. Her mount was fast enough (and she was inexperienced enough at riding) to keep things from getting boring.
Since she'd arrived so late in the day, it was hard to find offices that were still open. For good reason, reading was hard enough on the eyes in the daylight, lamps and candles just made it a cruel task. She wanted to get settled in, anyway, so this stand was her first stop. She figured Half-Drokagr weren't too concerned about late hours.
"I've brought a bundle of reeds for you. You buy those, right? And I'm looking for storage and a place to stay. For the night, at least. Oh, and I've been told your mistress knows something about enchanted items. That's something I'd like to investigate..."
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Jun 17, 2017 18:39:24 GMT -5
"We do, yes. Double the market price for reeds, miss. Storage and a place to stay can be procured in this town either by buying property, or renting it. There aren't any inns of suitable trustworthiness in this town to be worth staying in. So buying might be your only option. Unless you have friends to stay with."
The figure that was at the stall was short and slender, but not a child. The cloak that was around the woman was a deep red color, and she was obviously armed and armored. A large scythe leaned up against the posterior side of the stall, and there was a sword strapped to the woman's hip. Her face wasn't visible due to the darkness in the cloak and the metal mask over the lower half of her face. Her eyes glowed a powerful and bright purple though. They seemed to be smiling or amused.
"What that leaves I guess is to take measure of the reeds you've brought to me and why enchanted items interest you."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2017 18:54:39 GMT -5
Rithaleya took the reeds down from beside her saddle, lumped them together, and handed them over to the vendor, strange though she seemed. "Here they are. Did someone named Fyrra ever make it here? I heard she was on her way. It's a bit late for 'moving day', so I suppose that leaves 'friends' or somewhere furnished 'for rent'.
"Fyrra and I found a motherlode of magical items in an old ruin before we parted ways, and I brought my share of that rubbish here. She says her kin here knows all about them, and can judge their value and so on. I'd also be interested in buying enchantments, so I have more business than just reeds, if she's looking for it."
She became a bit unnerved after belatedly catching the glowing eyes, but tried not to show it. She was here for business, after all. She just had to look nonchalant, and not too desperate. There were still plenty of reasons for someone to rob her, and she was still counting on most thieves never learning of them.
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Jun 17, 2017 19:37:29 GMT -5
"Haven't seen Fyrra, friend. A hundred units worth? Industrious. Market price for a unit of reeds is five cor, I'll give you a duc each. That'll add up to ten Ritz. Here's your gold."
The figure took the rids, bound them up with twine and set them next to the scythe. Then she counted ten gold coins out onto the top of the vendor stall. Where she pulled them from was anyone's guess. It was almost like the coins had been in the cloak, but their weight hand't been felt.
The figure looked at the youth in front of her for a moment and decided what was the harm? It wasn't like they'd feel the intrusion. These were dangerous times, and she couldn't be too careful now. There was a time when she would first ask for permission before reading someone's past. But now? No.
Scan -Allyria can use scan to learn about a target, including its inventory, history, strengths, weaknesses, and skills. The lower the roll the more information is gleaned from the scan. -Allyria can not use any other non-passive spell when she uses this spell. -Takes 2 full actions. -MP Cost: 50
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Allyria cocked her head to the side and was satisfied. This person wasn't much of a threat to her, especially if Allyria took things seriously.
"Well... let's see what you have. But not here. Enchantments aren't cheap. Not even for a friend of the Kalimbra's, Rithaleya. She told you about me I see. Sorcerer? Ha! Like she isn't one herself. Haha! Come, I'll take you somewhere safe. Off these streets. There will be a bloodbath here tomorrow, you'll see."
The figure picked up the scythe and held it on her shoulder not threateningly with one hand on the lower part of the shaft, then she hefted up the bound reeds onto the other shoulder. Once that was done she picked up a weird looking lantern. It's fire came to life and the street lights near them went out.
"I'm Countess Allenmorde. Wouldn't do to take someone's name, and not give yours in return. Or something like that."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2017 20:04:51 GMT -5
"A bloodbath, here? Is someone going to start a duel over a lack of fashion sense?" Rithaleya was having a hard time reading 'the Countess'. (She assumed it was an affectation, Allyria looked impressive, but it seemed unlikely a noble would be attending a market stall, all the same.) "You haven't seen her, but you know my name?" While puzzling, Rithaleya could find easier answers to the puzzle than the truth. "Alright, I can afford a little 'not cheap'. Not very much, you understand. It was expensive to get here."
She looked around as the market began to close for the night, picked up the coins she'd been given, and led her horse along to follow Allenmorde out.
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