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Though the slim girl made not a single sound during Tirzah's talk, her teenage appearance and flat gaze gave off a distinct impression of dry, unimpressed boredom. She gave the displayed tapestry a quick glance, and did note the quality, but it mattered not to her, and the classic teenaged air did not dim in the least. When the dragon-woman finally finished, Chæos made a slight, silent shift in position that held all the implications of a feigned yawn. The voice that cut the air moments later rang with the feel of exaggerated patience and perhaps just a touch of sarcasm, despite its quick, thrusting style of speech.
Oh, certainly it makes sense, but I had assumed all that was a given. A warrior is only as good as her weapon, and the weapon only as good as its wielder, so if they can't get along then they're both in a spot of trouble come a battle, no?
Quick as lightning, the teenaged air vanished with a narrowing of the eyes and an additional chill to the voice.
I was referring to the style and design of the loom itself. There are many, and not all craftscreatures are fluent in all kinds.</center>
[OOC: All varieties of blahness. I think my muses (such as they are) have overdosed on sleep drugs or the like. Or something. *pokes them* >.> Hope that gives you enough to work with, anyway.]
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The move has been completed successfully! Everything appears to have survived the move just fine, but if anyone finds a broken link or anything else that doesn't work as it should, please make a post in Away from the Woods to let me know, thank you.
RP News: ~November 19th 2015~ (Old RP News)
There is no current plot. The forests welcome new travelers within these lands.
Event Status: Not Active (each accepted character allowed to RP in multiple RP threads)
RP Season: Summer
This means everything is green, flowers are everywhere, and the shining sun creates a need for shady shelter on the warmest days.
Blackback's shop - CLOSED for the day.
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Tirzah narrowed her eyes which suddenly became a very frightening red. For a moment, she resembled her mother so strongly that it was a fearsome thing to behold. Her wings flexed testily on her back and her pale skin seemed to color with a deep anger.
"I'm aware of warriors and weapons. I've been in wars before, mostly my own wars, lady," she said, her mind twisting over images of carnage and dried blood that soiled and seeped into the ground so deeply that the grass grew red and black in patches afterwards.
Tirzah's red eyes roamed over the woman one more time for a long moment and then she drew out from her skirts a drawing of the loom she wanted done. "That's it," she said. The thing was of draconic origin. It was made of sturdy, sacred oak and the pegs on it were gold. It was clear that it would be no easy thing to make as she had drawn larger images of how to make it and what to make it with including steel and some gem stones.
The loom was elegant and massive. So big it might take ten men to carry it but once it was done it would produce such magnificent works it would be a masterpiece. "It's no ordinary loom, lady. It's draconic in design as you can see. The threads used on it would be so high in quality they are nearly impossible to find but...when made on such a loom as this...the tapestries...the clothes...all of it is of such grand design that it will never need mending and the color will never fade. Inside the frame of the loom is a drain that takes the color from the gems and drenches the cloth with the vibrancy of it so that the colors remain long after the creator and the creator's grandchildren have died. It is made of thick oak that is still flexible enough to bend and move with accuracy and speed. The pegs are strong and won't bend with time or wear down with constant use." Tirzah said, handing the paper to Chaeos, her mind ticking with wariness.
"Though I've worked with all styles and designs of looms, I've found this to be the best one and therefore, this is the one I desire. Unless...of course, you find it impossible?" She stated and arched a delicate brow with such an air of authority that it was almost like looking into the face of the Empress she once had been.
Tirzah narrowed her eyes which suddenly became a very frightening red. For a moment, she resembled her mother so strongly that it was a fearsome thing to behold. Her wings flexed testily on her back and her pale skin seemed to color with a deep anger.
"I'm aware of warriors and weapons. I've been in wars before, mostly my own wars, lady," she said, her mind twisting over images of carnage and dried blood that soiled and seeped into the ground so deeply that the grass grew red and black in patches afterwards.
Tirzah's red eyes roamed over the woman one more time for a long moment and then she drew out from her skirts a drawing of the loom she wanted done. "That's it," she said. The thing was of draconic origin. It was made of sturdy, sacred oak and the pegs on it were gold. It was clear that it would be no easy thing to make as she had drawn larger images of how to make it and what to make it with including steel and some gem stones.
The loom was elegant and massive. So big it might take ten men to carry it but once it was done it would produce such magnificent works it would be a masterpiece. "It's no ordinary loom, lady. It's draconic in design as you can see. The threads used on it would be so high in quality they are nearly impossible to find but...when made on such a loom as this...the tapestries...the clothes...all of it is of such grand design that it will never need mending and the color will never fade. Inside the frame of the loom is a drain that takes the color from the gems and drenches the cloth with the vibrancy of it so that the colors remain long after the creator and the creator's grandchildren have died. It is made of thick oak that is still flexible enough to bend and move with accuracy and speed. The pegs are strong and won't bend with time or wear down with constant use." Tirzah said, handing the paper to Chaeos, her mind ticking with wariness.
"Though I've worked with all styles and designs of looms, I've found this to be the best one and therefore, this is the one I desire. Unless...of course, you find it impossible?" She stated and arched a delicate brow with such an air of authority that it was almost like looking into the face of the Empress she once had been.
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<center>Battle-bred
Having lived inside a shifter's head for the vast majority of her life so far, viewing eyes of fiery red whenever Smoke drank from a pool or approached a river, Chæos didn't even blink as the other's eyes flamed for a moment. She'd seen them change color earlier, and had quickly deduced that they were connected to emotions. Her only real thought, in fact, was not one of fear but one of contemptuous pity -- how unfortunate for the poor woman that she had not even a chance of disguising her feelings. The thought continued into the observation that it probably didn't matter, as, judging from the twitchy wings and flushing of fair flesh, she either couldn't or wouldn't disguise them anyway. This only drew a further edge of contempt -- why waste a weapon, however good one might be?
Certainly this Tirzah though she was quite good, and at anything she attempted, it appeared. Dragon-born and dragon-proud, Chæos snorted to herself, and likely dragon-foolish as well. She spared the offered blueprint hardly even a glance, one quick look telling her all she needed to know, and the accompanying words only drilling the point home. When the weaver held the paper out to her, the teenaged queen ignored the motion entirely, managing even to shift her arm almost imperceptibly back so the paper did not even graze her skin. It was a coldly calculated move, so swift and smooth and silent that it might easily be missed, and if it was not missed, there could be no mistake that it was quite intentional. In much the same fashion, the arched brow and grand authority that followed Tirzah's final question splashed and bounced off the girl's own, unshakable arrogance as if they'd never been sent at all, and the words that sliced back in return were as coldly calculated as her earlier twitch of the arm.
Impossible, dragon-breed? Not at all. I'm afraid, however, that the troll misspoke. I never agreed to take his quest, and no dagger could possibly be worth the price of supporting your insufferable arrogance.
The mocking toss of Tirzah's heritage as a title came out as no term of respect but as an insult, all the more demeaning for its casuality, and the rest of her words were no better. It was a scornful dismissal, a clear indication of Tirzah's insignificance in Chæos' eyes, and it was a reply fully intended to bite -- the deeper the better. Whether it was a clash of her own arrogance against Tirzah's, an inner revulsion for the quest itself, or simply her natural bent for causing fire and fighting and fury, or perhaps a combination of all three, Chæos was finished with her business, and with it went any semblance of politeness. There was only one last matter to attend to before she dropped the pretense completely. Without even a final glance at the weaver to see how she took the comment, the lithe, black-clad figure shifted to Blackback's side so swiftly and silently she might have been a shadow.
We have no deal.
She did not bother explaining why. If the troll's ears worked in the slightest, he would be well aware, and with no business taking place, Chæos felt no obligation to explain anything. Hardly even pausing long enough to say the words, she was gone from his side nearly before she'd stopped, heading for the door as smoothly and silently as she had arrived. She could not have ignored Tirzah any more completely as she left if she had been unaware of the weaver's presence, an unmistakable follow-up on just how unimportant the woman was to the warrior. A complete waste of time, to be specific, unless she planned to take up the challenge and fight -- though she might muss her robes then, and, why, then the grand lady might have to weave herself some more -- such a pity!</center>
[OOC: Heh. Sorry, Griatch, but Chæos just won't go for it. As soon as I stopped trying to make her take the task, the muses quit drugging and starting kicking again. ^_^' Mayhap she'll be back some day when she's got something better to pay with?]
Having lived inside a shifter's head for the vast majority of her life so far, viewing eyes of fiery red whenever Smoke drank from a pool or approached a river, Chæos didn't even blink as the other's eyes flamed for a moment. She'd seen them change color earlier, and had quickly deduced that they were connected to emotions. Her only real thought, in fact, was not one of fear but one of contemptuous pity -- how unfortunate for the poor woman that she had not even a chance of disguising her feelings. The thought continued into the observation that it probably didn't matter, as, judging from the twitchy wings and flushing of fair flesh, she either couldn't or wouldn't disguise them anyway. This only drew a further edge of contempt -- why waste a weapon, however good one might be?
Certainly this Tirzah though she was quite good, and at anything she attempted, it appeared. Dragon-born and dragon-proud, Chæos snorted to herself, and likely dragon-foolish as well. She spared the offered blueprint hardly even a glance, one quick look telling her all she needed to know, and the accompanying words only drilling the point home. When the weaver held the paper out to her, the teenaged queen ignored the motion entirely, managing even to shift her arm almost imperceptibly back so the paper did not even graze her skin. It was a coldly calculated move, so swift and smooth and silent that it might easily be missed, and if it was not missed, there could be no mistake that it was quite intentional. In much the same fashion, the arched brow and grand authority that followed Tirzah's final question splashed and bounced off the girl's own, unshakable arrogance as if they'd never been sent at all, and the words that sliced back in return were as coldly calculated as her earlier twitch of the arm.
Impossible, dragon-breed? Not at all. I'm afraid, however, that the troll misspoke. I never agreed to take his quest, and no dagger could possibly be worth the price of supporting your insufferable arrogance.
The mocking toss of Tirzah's heritage as a title came out as no term of respect but as an insult, all the more demeaning for its casuality, and the rest of her words were no better. It was a scornful dismissal, a clear indication of Tirzah's insignificance in Chæos' eyes, and it was a reply fully intended to bite -- the deeper the better. Whether it was a clash of her own arrogance against Tirzah's, an inner revulsion for the quest itself, or simply her natural bent for causing fire and fighting and fury, or perhaps a combination of all three, Chæos was finished with her business, and with it went any semblance of politeness. There was only one last matter to attend to before she dropped the pretense completely. Without even a final glance at the weaver to see how she took the comment, the lithe, black-clad figure shifted to Blackback's side so swiftly and silently she might have been a shadow.
We have no deal.
She did not bother explaining why. If the troll's ears worked in the slightest, he would be well aware, and with no business taking place, Chæos felt no obligation to explain anything. Hardly even pausing long enough to say the words, she was gone from his side nearly before she'd stopped, heading for the door as smoothly and silently as she had arrived. She could not have ignored Tirzah any more completely as she left if she had been unaware of the weaver's presence, an unmistakable follow-up on just how unimportant the woman was to the warrior. A complete waste of time, to be specific, unless she planned to take up the challenge and fight -- though she might muss her robes then, and, why, then the grand lady might have to weave herself some more -- such a pity!</center>
[OOC: Heh. Sorry, Griatch, but Chæos just won't go for it. As soon as I stopped trying to make her take the task, the muses quit drugging and starting kicking again. ^_^' Mayhap she'll be back some day when she's got something better to pay with?]
"Wisdom isn't always a blessing. Sometimes it's a curse." --me
[I am always willing to help others fine-tune their RP skills. Send me a message or catch me in chat if you're interested. ^_^]
[I am always willing to help others fine-tune their RP skills. Send me a message or catch me in chat if you're interested. ^_^]
Impossible, dragon-breed? Not at all. I'm afraid, however, that the troll misspoke. I never agreed to take his quest, and no dagger could possibly be worth the price of supporting your insufferable arrogance. Chaeos said and suddenly, Tirzah tipped back her gorgeous head and laughed as if Chaeos had said the richest joke in the world and, in fact, Tirzah could not have been more amused at the pot calling the kettle black.
She didn't favor the teenager with another word, instead looking to Blackback. Clearly, the girl had no talent to make such a loom and therefore was just as worthless as Chaeos dreamed Tirzah to be. Tirzah, in her own arrogance, believed that Chaeos was a just a teenager in the wrong time of the month and, besides that, as useless in life as she would be as a corpse.
Tirzah stared at Blackback and shook her head, her body relaxed in it's own way. "Well, since that was a lost cause from the beginning, I was wondering what you thought of my wares. My pottery and such. Perhaps I can sell you the tapestries as well. They have very little sentimental value, you understand, but a lot of worth in the market. I'm sure you could find someone to buy them." she murmured and then said while replacing the sketch of the loom she wanted in her skirts, "Well, the third one has sentimental value. The rest don't."
She didn't favor the teenager with another word, instead looking to Blackback. Clearly, the girl had no talent to make such a loom and therefore was just as worthless as Chaeos dreamed Tirzah to be. Tirzah, in her own arrogance, believed that Chaeos was a just a teenager in the wrong time of the month and, besides that, as useless in life as she would be as a corpse.
Tirzah stared at Blackback and shook her head, her body relaxed in it's own way. "Well, since that was a lost cause from the beginning, I was wondering what you thought of my wares. My pottery and such. Perhaps I can sell you the tapestries as well. They have very little sentimental value, you understand, but a lot of worth in the market. I'm sure you could find someone to buy them." she murmured and then said while replacing the sketch of the loom she wanted in her skirts, "Well, the third one has sentimental value. The rest don't."
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[OOC: XD Chæos never claimed to have any talent at making the loom -- her job would have only been to find someone who could. No wonder Tirzah thinks she's useless. XD
Anyway, Chæos has left the thread. ^_^]
Anyway, Chæos has left the thread. ^_^]
"Wisdom isn't always a blessing. Sometimes it's a curse." --me
[I am always willing to help others fine-tune their RP skills. Send me a message or catch me in chat if you're interested. ^_^]
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Slyrys held her head up as BlackBack spoke. It was true there were probably a million hairs all over his floors, but they were not hairs willingly given. They were dead and had just fallen out. He was speaking of alive and thriving hair that could be used but she grasped his hand as he handed her the ring and placed a tiny kiss upon the knuckle of his ring finger as she took it from his hand.
Lyckligt leverne, to you to dear troll. You shall not be sorry in the trade I promise you that. My Tren is the most wonderful bow maker of our tribe, possibly of our entire race. He seldom makes a bow that isn't meant for someone or something special. I feel exuberant about the trade and I thank you for the kindness you have shown us here with the rings today. May we come across each other with nothing more than grand news in the future.
She handed the ring to Tren and smiled warmly at him. She was proud of her centaur. He had done well with his temper today, and in the end had made a trade fair and proper. Sly would help him day and night if she had to. They would have the bow ready for BlackBack on time. Together they would find the strongest most beautiful wood and make a strong bow for someone that they could be proud to own. She grasped Trens hand as she waited to see if he needed to say more to BlackBack
Lyckligt leverne, to you to dear troll. You shall not be sorry in the trade I promise you that. My Tren is the most wonderful bow maker of our tribe, possibly of our entire race. He seldom makes a bow that isn't meant for someone or something special. I feel exuberant about the trade and I thank you for the kindness you have shown us here with the rings today. May we come across each other with nothing more than grand news in the future.
She handed the ring to Tren and smiled warmly at him. She was proud of her centaur. He had done well with his temper today, and in the end had made a trade fair and proper. Sly would help him day and night if she had to. They would have the bow ready for BlackBack on time. Together they would find the strongest most beautiful wood and make a strong bow for someone that they could be proud to own. She grasped Trens hand as she waited to see if he needed to say more to BlackBack
@Slyrus & Tren
Blackback nodded at Slyrus. "I'm just glad you found a ring to your liking mylady" he said. "I hope you find your way back here if you need anything else from my stores. As you can see i have a wide variety of things to spark a young couple's interest."
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@Tirzah
Blackback blinked in surprise and took a step after Chæos, but before the troll had managed to say a word, the woman had left the shop.
Blackback turned back at Tirzah, dark in the face. "You just lost me a potentially good customer and a fine deal, girl" the troll said with impressive restraint. "She was to find me a good carpenter to make your loom for you, now I have to change that plan. would appreciate it if you were snotty with your own customers rather than mine in the future."
Blackback snapped up the drawing of the loom Tirzah had showed Chæos. "... and that your expectations are reasonable. I understand Chæos didn't accept the commisioning for a loom like this; she'd have to search the outer planes for a builder." He shook his head: "What is this for a monster of a loom?! It takes ten men to carry the thing! Jewels? Magical threads?!"
Blackback grunted. "I agreed to build you a good, sturdy loom in exchange for your work, Tirzah. A good, high-quality loom, but a normal one. I never agreed to a magical loom big as a house and full of jewels! I would have to pay for the materials! That's a whole different deal, girl! You can't come and make such stuff up out of the blue!"
Blackback sighed. For a troll he had a remarkable self-control, but loosing customers never sat well with him. "I'm sorry, but you'll have to make do with a more reasonable loom unless you want to pay for the extra details out of your own pocket. " shaking his large head again, he gestured over to the cutlery. Anyway. These look fine to me. You know your stuff. I'm indeed willing to trade them in exchange for the small loom."
Blackback nodded at Slyrus. "I'm just glad you found a ring to your liking mylady" he said. "I hope you find your way back here if you need anything else from my stores. As you can see i have a wide variety of things to spark a young couple's interest."
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@Tirzah
Blackback blinked in surprise and took a step after Chæos, but before the troll had managed to say a word, the woman had left the shop.
Blackback turned back at Tirzah, dark in the face. "You just lost me a potentially good customer and a fine deal, girl" the troll said with impressive restraint. "She was to find me a good carpenter to make your loom for you, now I have to change that plan. would appreciate it if you were snotty with your own customers rather than mine in the future."
Blackback snapped up the drawing of the loom Tirzah had showed Chæos. "... and that your expectations are reasonable. I understand Chæos didn't accept the commisioning for a loom like this; she'd have to search the outer planes for a builder." He shook his head: "What is this for a monster of a loom?! It takes ten men to carry the thing! Jewels? Magical threads?!"
Blackback grunted. "I agreed to build you a good, sturdy loom in exchange for your work, Tirzah. A good, high-quality loom, but a normal one. I never agreed to a magical loom big as a house and full of jewels! I would have to pay for the materials! That's a whole different deal, girl! You can't come and make such stuff up out of the blue!"
Blackback sighed. For a troll he had a remarkable self-control, but loosing customers never sat well with him. "I'm sorry, but you'll have to make do with a more reasonable loom unless you want to pay for the extra details out of your own pocket. " shaking his large head again, he gestured over to the cutlery. Anyway. These look fine to me. You know your stuff. I'm indeed willing to trade them in exchange for the small loom."
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Tirzah fought the urge to tell Blackback that the girl he had asked to help her was hardly open to any suggestions anyway from the reception she had gotten but instead fell quiet as he assessed her work.
"I'm glad to see that you find my work satisfactory," she murmured, her expression bland and coolly detached, "And I'm glad that you'll take them for the loom." She reached for the small loom with one hand while still talking to him. Her hand gripped it and then tucked it under that same arm, carefully not to detach anything in the process. "It was a pleasure doing business with you, sir." She bowed her head and then left, her hips swaying with the motion.
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"I'm glad to see that you find my work satisfactory," she murmured, her expression bland and coolly detached, "And I'm glad that you'll take them for the loom." She reached for the small loom with one hand while still talking to him. Her hand gripped it and then tucked it under that same arm, carefully not to detach anything in the process. "It was a pleasure doing business with you, sir." She bowed her head and then left, her hips swaying with the motion.
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Epistler had stashed his spellbook carefully - hiding it in a hollow tree and Suggesting to a family of squirrels that it contained their winter nut store and had to be defended. This way, he'd know immediately if anyone found it, and any of the druids that doubtless infested this forest wouldn't get any unusual reports from their little vermin-spies. Smugly, the Pseudodragon flapped his way towards the village.
He was immediately drawn to the shop because of the stink of magic. He loved magic. The scent intoxicated him, the feeling thrilled him, the presence of it invigorated him. He rubbed his claws together eagerly as he flapped in through the door, past those who were leaving.
The Pseudodragon was only a little over two feet long, and it's scales changed color slightly to blend in with it's surroundings. It immediately landed by the potions, and began pacing backwards and forwards, sniffing the corks and examining them with a trained eye. His scales became a strange blend of bright blue and dark green as they adapted to blend with the potion bottles and their sparkling contents.
How, exactly, he was going to pay for anything was a little bit tricky at the moment. His initial plan, which had been to Fireball anyone alive in the building, Charm any survivors and order them to tote his new possessions to a suitable lair was a little doubtful - anyone who was capable of running a magic shop was probably powerful in their own right and likely saved some of the choicest items for their own use.
Epistler the tiny Psuedodragon, for the first time in his life, came to confront the feeling that he might have to work. He didn't like the thought.
He stopped in front of a crystal ball while he considered.
])Epistler had stashed his spellbook carefully - hiding it in a hollow tree and Suggesting to a family of squirrels that it contained their winter nut store and had to be defended. This way, he'd know immediately if anyone found it, and any of the druids that doubtless infested this forest wouldn't get any unusual reports from their little vermin-spies. Smugly, the Pseudodragon flapped his way towards the village.
He was immediately drawn to the shop because of the stink of magic. He loved magic. The scent intoxicated him, the feeling thrilled him, the presence of it invigorated him. He rubbed his claws together eagerly as he flapped in through the door, past those who were leaving.
The Pseudodragon was only a little over two feet long, and it's scales changed color slightly to blend in with it's surroundings. It immediately landed by the potions, and began pacing backwards and forwards, sniffing the corks and examining them with a trained eye. His scales became a strange blend of bright blue and dark green as they adapted to blend with the potion bottles and their sparkling contents.
How, exactly, he was going to pay for anything was a little bit tricky at the moment. His initial plan, which had been to Fireball anyone alive in the building, Charm any survivors and order them to tote his new possessions to a suitable lair was a little doubtful - anyone who was capable of running a magic shop was probably powerful in their own right and likely saved some of the choicest items for their own use.
Epistler the tiny Psuedodragon, for the first time in his life, came to confront the feeling that he might have to work. He didn't like the thought.
He stopped in front of a crystal ball while he considered.
The philosophers have only interpreted the world, in various ways. The point, however, is to change it.
- Karl Marx
- Karl Marx
Blackback sighed as the proud half-draconic lady left with the loom. She sure had a temper on her, that one. Time would tell if there would be any weaving done in the future. He gathered Tirzah's pots in a pile and started to stash them away as he became aware of a new customer just entering.
This one was a lot smaller of stature than the previous customers. A sort of faery dragon the troll guessed to himself even though he didn't say anything out loud. The troll had seen many creatures both large and small look at his wares throughout the years -- including full-size dragons -- and so his expression was without any surprise as he returned behind the counter and adressed the newest customer now perched close to his magical potion section.
"Hello there, friend" the troll greeted with his dark voice. "Are you lookin' for something in particular?"
This one was a lot smaller of stature than the previous customers. A sort of faery dragon the troll guessed to himself even though he didn't say anything out loud. The troll had seen many creatures both large and small look at his wares throughout the years -- including full-size dragons -- and so his expression was without any surprise as he returned behind the counter and adressed the newest customer now perched close to his magical potion section.
"Hello there, friend" the troll greeted with his dark voice. "Are you lookin' for something in particular?"
++I was actually wondering if you took non-monetary payments, and if you have a system for this? I'm interested in anything magical, but perhaps a crystal ball or something... what would a fairly skilled Arcanist without much in the way of material possessions have to provide in order for a trade?++ Epistler pulsed, glancing up. There was not even the slightest trace of arrogance in his transmitted thought - he came across as humble and curious.
The philosophers have only interpreted the world, in various ways. The point, however, is to change it.
- Karl Marx
- Karl Marx
Blackback blinked, looking at the small dragon creature who was clearly looking at him, yet said nothing.
"What can I ... Oh, sorry. You're telapathic, aren't you?" the troll said snapping his fingers. " Supernatural things like that don't penetrate this here skull of mine, you see. But don't worry, I'll hear you in a minute."
Blackback turned to the side and yelled into the empty air: "Harold! Can you hear what this fine dragon here is saying?"
From the empty air in the middle of the room came a disembodied voice. It was somewhat thin, like somone speaking without having enough vocal cords to go. It was clearly not a mortal voice but it sounded very polite. "Of course sir. The honoured customer asked if you took anything else but money in trade. He then expressed an interest in magical items, crystal balls in particular."
Blackback pointed a thumb at the empty air. "Don't be alarmed, pal. That's just Harold, my guard demon, looking in from his home plane. He'll translate anything you think to me directly into my ear from now on, so you can talk normally. Sorry about the delay.
As for your question -- I'm willing to trade in all things. Of course I prefer gold, but precious few creatures in this forest really understand the concept of good ol' cash. You'd be surprised at what people have offered me in trade in this here forest.
... Anyway. Magicks you say?" Blackback slapped his hands together with a toothy smile. The troll's hands were each as large as Epistler was long. " I do have a lot of nice things in that regard. including a choice selection of crystal balls of various function. Did you have anything particular in mind?"
"What can I ... Oh, sorry. You're telapathic, aren't you?" the troll said snapping his fingers. " Supernatural things like that don't penetrate this here skull of mine, you see. But don't worry, I'll hear you in a minute."
Blackback turned to the side and yelled into the empty air: "Harold! Can you hear what this fine dragon here is saying?"
From the empty air in the middle of the room came a disembodied voice. It was somewhat thin, like somone speaking without having enough vocal cords to go. It was clearly not a mortal voice but it sounded very polite. "Of course sir. The honoured customer asked if you took anything else but money in trade. He then expressed an interest in magical items, crystal balls in particular."
Blackback pointed a thumb at the empty air. "Don't be alarmed, pal. That's just Harold, my guard demon, looking in from his home plane. He'll translate anything you think to me directly into my ear from now on, so you can talk normally. Sorry about the delay.
As for your question -- I'm willing to trade in all things. Of course I prefer gold, but precious few creatures in this forest really understand the concept of good ol' cash. You'd be surprised at what people have offered me in trade in this here forest.
... Anyway. Magicks you say?" Blackback slapped his hands together with a toothy smile. The troll's hands were each as large as Epistler was long. " I do have a lot of nice things in that regard. including a choice selection of crystal balls of various function. Did you have anything particular in mind?"
Epistler momentarily preened on his decision to not try and rob the place. Last thing any aspiring Arcanist wanted to do was annoy anyone with a demon, particularly someone who could resist his telepathy and from there his enchantment spells.
It may seem arrogant to pat yourself on the back for -not- committing a crime, but Epistler could twist almost any situation around until it was proven to be a result of his genius.
++No, I did not come in here for anything specific. What do you have?++ Epistler said, very interested in what magic this troll possessed.
It may seem arrogant to pat yourself on the back for -not- committing a crime, but Epistler could twist almost any situation around until it was proven to be a result of his genius.
++No, I did not come in here for anything specific. What do you have?++ Epistler said, very interested in what magic this troll possessed.
The philosophers have only interpreted the world, in various ways. The point, however, is to change it.
- Karl Marx
- Karl Marx
"Well, since you're over by the crystal balls, let me show you a few of my more magical wares" the troll offered, getting Epistler's words directly whispered in his ear by his demon.
Blackback took down one of the crystal balls from the shelf and produced a metal box. From the box he produced two more items; a small ring and a long thin rod.
"Well, I don't know what you're interested in here, so let me know if you're interested in something completely different from what I show you" the troll said, clapping his claws on the counter, bidding his customer closer to look at the items.
First he gestured towards the crystal ball. This was indeed a small sphere, seated in a wooden holder to stop it from rolling away. "This is a rather standard scrying ball" Blackback said. Good quality for its price. It will show you what's happening at a location you have been to before, as long as it's not too far away. You can over-charge it too, if you want -- pour some of your own magic into it and it will show you what will happen at that location. Be careful with that one though, these balls are famous for not being really accurate when it comes to soothsaying -- now and then they are simply just plain wrong. But for scrying it's a decent little thing."[/b]
The next thing was the ring. It was a tiny thing in Blackback's large hand, a metal ringlet without any clear markings. "Pretty unremarkable, huh?" the troll grinned. "That's what's remarkable about it. This is a Uselessness ring. It makes you appear insignificant and useless to people. You won't be invisible and people will realize you're there, but they will just feel that you are so insignificant that you don't really warrant their attention. It's a great way to disappear in a crowd, as long as you can bear the condascending looks. Be warned though, that if you wear it too often, your social life will suffer."
The last thing Blackback showed was a thin rod, long as four human hands. Where the ring had been unremarkable, this wand (for a wand was what it was) was ornate and laced with silver and gold curls and twists. The pattern was complex, and as one followed it the patterns wove together almost dizzying the eye. "This is The wand of the labyrinth Blackback declared. "A nasty little piece of black magic it is. I picked it up far in the west, by a guy who looked like he had walked a labyrinth for the last thirty years.
With it you can make an instant labyrinth out of any enclosed space. Black walls will appear and trap those within. The labyrinth will confuse and dazzle, shift and move and decieve, and the one trapped have to find the one single route through the labyrinth in order to pass. It only works in enclosed spaces though -- a glade in the forest won't do, but a cave will." Blackback tapped the want against the counter. "It's a powerful artefact. But as with all black magic there are caveats though. The labyrinth is like a leech. In the same way that it will confuse and sway those trapped within, the labyrinth will take its energy from you, in order to keep its form. If the walls are under attack -- someone trying to bash their way out, your magical reserves will be spent to hold them solid, lest the labyrinth dissipates. So be careful not to try to trap too powerful a creature, lest you will feel it strike the walls as if it was striking at yourself. And finally -- never use this in a room you are in yourself. Then you will be trapped in there as well, and the labyrinth will swallow you, feed on you and you will never escape it." The troll smiled. "The dark arts are not everyone, the price can be higher than one might want to pay.
... Anyway. See anything you fancy? As I said I just pulled a few trinkets down randomly. I have many other nice things. I think I even some really smart faery-dragon sized clothes lying around somewhere ..." .
Blackback took down one of the crystal balls from the shelf and produced a metal box. From the box he produced two more items; a small ring and a long thin rod.
"Well, I don't know what you're interested in here, so let me know if you're interested in something completely different from what I show you" the troll said, clapping his claws on the counter, bidding his customer closer to look at the items.
First he gestured towards the crystal ball. This was indeed a small sphere, seated in a wooden holder to stop it from rolling away. "This is a rather standard scrying ball" Blackback said. Good quality for its price. It will show you what's happening at a location you have been to before, as long as it's not too far away. You can over-charge it too, if you want -- pour some of your own magic into it and it will show you what will happen at that location. Be careful with that one though, these balls are famous for not being really accurate when it comes to soothsaying -- now and then they are simply just plain wrong. But for scrying it's a decent little thing."[/b]
The next thing was the ring. It was a tiny thing in Blackback's large hand, a metal ringlet without any clear markings. "Pretty unremarkable, huh?" the troll grinned. "That's what's remarkable about it. This is a Uselessness ring. It makes you appear insignificant and useless to people. You won't be invisible and people will realize you're there, but they will just feel that you are so insignificant that you don't really warrant their attention. It's a great way to disappear in a crowd, as long as you can bear the condascending looks. Be warned though, that if you wear it too often, your social life will suffer."
The last thing Blackback showed was a thin rod, long as four human hands. Where the ring had been unremarkable, this wand (for a wand was what it was) was ornate and laced with silver and gold curls and twists. The pattern was complex, and as one followed it the patterns wove together almost dizzying the eye. "This is The wand of the labyrinth Blackback declared. "A nasty little piece of black magic it is. I picked it up far in the west, by a guy who looked like he had walked a labyrinth for the last thirty years.
With it you can make an instant labyrinth out of any enclosed space. Black walls will appear and trap those within. The labyrinth will confuse and dazzle, shift and move and decieve, and the one trapped have to find the one single route through the labyrinth in order to pass. It only works in enclosed spaces though -- a glade in the forest won't do, but a cave will." Blackback tapped the want against the counter. "It's a powerful artefact. But as with all black magic there are caveats though. The labyrinth is like a leech. In the same way that it will confuse and sway those trapped within, the labyrinth will take its energy from you, in order to keep its form. If the walls are under attack -- someone trying to bash their way out, your magical reserves will be spent to hold them solid, lest the labyrinth dissipates. So be careful not to try to trap too powerful a creature, lest you will feel it strike the walls as if it was striking at yourself. And finally -- never use this in a room you are in yourself. Then you will be trapped in there as well, and the labyrinth will swallow you, feed on you and you will never escape it." The troll smiled. "The dark arts are not everyone, the price can be higher than one might want to pay.
... Anyway. See anything you fancy? As I said I just pulled a few trinkets down randomly. I have many other nice things. I think I even some really smart faery-dragon sized clothes lying around somewhere ..." .
Epistler enjoyed his fair share of scrying, and it was particularly useful in keeping an eye on minions on long-distance missions. Anything that let him see what was happening without exposing himself to immediate danger was fine by him... and although he was interested in the future-scrying aspect, he was also very afraid of it. Prophecies tended to be self-fulfilling, unreliable, and growers of paranoia. He'd heard of quite a few Diviners who'd hidden under their beds, day and night, until the day either they or their 'fated murderer' died of old age. He had enough to worry about. ++Not the crystal ball, then, unless you have anything that allows a few spells to be used through it?++ Those ones were rare, and only allowed weak spells to travel through, but would undoubtedly be useful.
The Uselessness ring was both tempting and off-putting. He loved the enchantment magic it held, and knew it would synergize very well with his own small size. He could sit in on vital meetings and not even be glanced at! However, the item did have a lot of overlap with the skills he already had - he was capable of pretending to have no intelligence worth considering and being the purring dragon-pet that most people assumed his species to be. Plus he loved being the center of attention. ++No... very tempting, but no. Do you have anything more in this vein, with enchantment effects?++
The Wand would have been an instant sale if he had not been in a forest. He had no reservations about dark magic, but he thought that if he was going to use it, he could do something more flashy than create a labyrinth. It was a bit too situational for Epistler's tastes, as well as non-permanent and potentially crippling. ++Not quite what I'm after, but I have no reservations about dark magic and am interested in seeing more++ he thought to the Demon.
Finally, his little scales took on a dull red sheen, indicating irritation. ++Faerie dragon? Those high-handed bastard pranksters? No, I'm fine with my scales.++ Epistler thought sourly. Like many Psuedodragons, he'd been the victim of a few Faerie Dragon pranks. Unlike most Pseudodragons, he didn't laugh it off or get over it with time and bore quite a severe grudge. Above all else, he hated being humiliated.
The Uselessness ring was both tempting and off-putting. He loved the enchantment magic it held, and knew it would synergize very well with his own small size. He could sit in on vital meetings and not even be glanced at! However, the item did have a lot of overlap with the skills he already had - he was capable of pretending to have no intelligence worth considering and being the purring dragon-pet that most people assumed his species to be. Plus he loved being the center of attention. ++No... very tempting, but no. Do you have anything more in this vein, with enchantment effects?++
The Wand would have been an instant sale if he had not been in a forest. He had no reservations about dark magic, but he thought that if he was going to use it, he could do something more flashy than create a labyrinth. It was a bit too situational for Epistler's tastes, as well as non-permanent and potentially crippling. ++Not quite what I'm after, but I have no reservations about dark magic and am interested in seeing more++ he thought to the Demon.
Finally, his little scales took on a dull red sheen, indicating irritation. ++Faerie dragon? Those high-handed bastard pranksters? No, I'm fine with my scales.++ Epistler thought sourly. Like many Psuedodragons, he'd been the victim of a few Faerie Dragon pranks. Unlike most Pseudodragons, he didn't laugh it off or get over it with time and bore quite a severe grudge. Above all else, he hated being humiliated.
The philosophers have only interpreted the world, in various ways. The point, however, is to change it.
- Karl Marx
- Karl Marx
OOC: Sorry for the delay, As seen in the Spirit forum I was on business in China and just came back.
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Blackback lifted his hands. "Ah, no faerie dragon then. Sorry, I get all types in here. No offense meant. You like the dark arts, huh? Well, let me see then ..."
Putting the items away, Blackback went to the heavy back door of his shop and unlocked it with a large key. The troll disappeared inside for a good while, obviously rummaging around in there quite violently. Eventually he returned with a small black chest.
"This bugger tends to try to give me the slip now and then" the troll said, smacking the chest down on the counter. The black box shivered and hummed visibly on the counter, but for now it remained still. "Open up" the troll said to the box. Nothing happened. "I said, open!" Blackback repeated, louder. The box growled audibly, but didn't move. "Stupid piece of ..." Blackback grunted, smacking the box hard with his large hand. Covering, the box opened with a squeaking that almost sounded like a yelp.
"Right. Let's see what we have. Guess you're not much for swords or daggers, let's see what else is in there ..."
Reaching too far into the box than seemed possible the troll pulled out a bracelet and put it on the counter. The bracelet was surprisingly beautiful considering the dark aura that surrounded the box. It was a a string of white pearls and gold, and whereas a human would wear it as around their wrist, for Epistler it would be a perfect necklace.
"This is a bracelet of sting. There are fifteen pearls on there, except those are not pearls" Blackback said, prodding the necklace where it lay. "They are tiny insect eggs, actually, They hatch on the wearer's command -- as many or few at a time as you want. When they do, out comes a small black bug with wings. I've never seen it myself -- but I'm told it's no bigger than your thumbnail but has hands and a vicious magical stinger. You can command it to do things for you, anything from defending you -- I hear even a big beast will shun from the pain their stinger delivers -- to spying or sending a message. They are magical creatures, so once hatched they will live for a few days before their magic fades and they die. Very useful, both for emergencies and for sneaky business. You can still use the bracelet, but there will be fewer and fewer 'pearls' in it of course."
The troll leaved the bracelet/necklace on the counter, reaching into the chest once again. This time he pulled out a metal sphere, large as a human fist.
The sphere was completely featureless, made in shiny black steel. "This, my friend is something of a rarity" Blackback said. "This is an eye of Terebas. It's said that a great beast was slain a long time ago in the far west, a beast with a thousand eyes and a hide of steel. This is one of its eyes. With it you can see the magical weakness on any creature before you. Don't ask me how it works, but apparently you will see what magic will affect that creature the most. Highly sought after by spellcasters, this one. Drawback is that the creature being observed will sense it's being watched -- powerful mages will even realize what's going on, so you have to be careful. Nevertheless, it's highly sought after by spellcasters, this one, and very valuable."
The last item Blackback pulled from the box was way too large for the insides of the box -- a metal breastplate. It was human size, and completely black. At first glance it looked like a ridiculous choice to pull forward for the small pseudodragon. But Blackback grinned and pulled at the straps of the armour and -- the breastplate shrunk. And shrunk. And shrunk until it was about the size of Epistler.
"This is an old favourite" Blackback smiled. "It's called a Inutis chest, but I like to call it One-size-fits all armour. You can adjust it to fit any sort of creature, big or small, with any distribution of legs or wings or whathaveyou. It's magical armour, so it won't rust or break under anything but serious magical attack. I know you have scales, but you should never under-estimate the value of some extra insurance. Not to mention that it looks damn good too once it's worn. "
It could be seen that the armour would fit over Epistler's chest, front shoulders and back, giving ample protection to the center part of his body, leaving neck, legs and lower body free to move.
"Well, see anything you like?" Blackback asked.
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Blackback lifted his hands. "Ah, no faerie dragon then. Sorry, I get all types in here. No offense meant. You like the dark arts, huh? Well, let me see then ..."
Putting the items away, Blackback went to the heavy back door of his shop and unlocked it with a large key. The troll disappeared inside for a good while, obviously rummaging around in there quite violently. Eventually he returned with a small black chest.
"This bugger tends to try to give me the slip now and then" the troll said, smacking the chest down on the counter. The black box shivered and hummed visibly on the counter, but for now it remained still. "Open up" the troll said to the box. Nothing happened. "I said, open!" Blackback repeated, louder. The box growled audibly, but didn't move. "Stupid piece of ..." Blackback grunted, smacking the box hard with his large hand. Covering, the box opened with a squeaking that almost sounded like a yelp.
"Right. Let's see what we have. Guess you're not much for swords or daggers, let's see what else is in there ..."
Reaching too far into the box than seemed possible the troll pulled out a bracelet and put it on the counter. The bracelet was surprisingly beautiful considering the dark aura that surrounded the box. It was a a string of white pearls and gold, and whereas a human would wear it as around their wrist, for Epistler it would be a perfect necklace.
"This is a bracelet of sting. There are fifteen pearls on there, except those are not pearls" Blackback said, prodding the necklace where it lay. "They are tiny insect eggs, actually, They hatch on the wearer's command -- as many or few at a time as you want. When they do, out comes a small black bug with wings. I've never seen it myself -- but I'm told it's no bigger than your thumbnail but has hands and a vicious magical stinger. You can command it to do things for you, anything from defending you -- I hear even a big beast will shun from the pain their stinger delivers -- to spying or sending a message. They are magical creatures, so once hatched they will live for a few days before their magic fades and they die. Very useful, both for emergencies and for sneaky business. You can still use the bracelet, but there will be fewer and fewer 'pearls' in it of course."
The troll leaved the bracelet/necklace on the counter, reaching into the chest once again. This time he pulled out a metal sphere, large as a human fist.
The sphere was completely featureless, made in shiny black steel. "This, my friend is something of a rarity" Blackback said. "This is an eye of Terebas. It's said that a great beast was slain a long time ago in the far west, a beast with a thousand eyes and a hide of steel. This is one of its eyes. With it you can see the magical weakness on any creature before you. Don't ask me how it works, but apparently you will see what magic will affect that creature the most. Highly sought after by spellcasters, this one. Drawback is that the creature being observed will sense it's being watched -- powerful mages will even realize what's going on, so you have to be careful. Nevertheless, it's highly sought after by spellcasters, this one, and very valuable."
The last item Blackback pulled from the box was way too large for the insides of the box -- a metal breastplate. It was human size, and completely black. At first glance it looked like a ridiculous choice to pull forward for the small pseudodragon. But Blackback grinned and pulled at the straps of the armour and -- the breastplate shrunk. And shrunk. And shrunk until it was about the size of Epistler.
"This is an old favourite" Blackback smiled. "It's called a Inutis chest, but I like to call it One-size-fits all armour. You can adjust it to fit any sort of creature, big or small, with any distribution of legs or wings or whathaveyou. It's magical armour, so it won't rust or break under anything but serious magical attack. I know you have scales, but you should never under-estimate the value of some extra insurance. Not to mention that it looks damn good too once it's worn. "
It could be seen that the armour would fit over Epistler's chest, front shoulders and back, giving ample protection to the center part of his body, leaving neck, legs and lower body free to move.
"Well, see anything you like?" Blackback asked.
[No problem! I've been so busy over the last few weeks I wouldn't have been able to contribute much anyway!]
Epistler's attention was definitely held now. The red tinge fell away from his scales, and was replaced by a bright silver. He leaned on his right forepaw and tried to look thoughtful. ++I'm not a big fan of expendable items, and I can acquire servants from other places so I'll pass with the bracelet.++ He looked at the armor closely. It did look good, and although he might be laughed at by other Psuedodragons, it might stop him looking so cute. He pulsed, ++The armor would also be nice, if it was affordable. However...++
Epistler coiled his tail around the metal sphere, and pressed his head against it. He focused on the item mentally, feeling it's magical structure, and then drew back and examined it's physical appearance. It was shiney. That contributed as much to his buying experience as anything else... plus it was a solution to his nightmare, which was trying to Charm something that was much more powerful than himself. ++I like this++ he cooed, ++I like this a lot. I'll show you what I have in trade...++
With a small expenditure of his carefully hoarded magical energy, Epistler summoned his spellbook to the store. It faded into view gradually, drawn only by the weakest spell, but it appeared. ++This is the spell book of an Archmage, and contains an array of spells from all of the schools of magic. I bear a rather limited specialization, so I can afford to spare some of these pages. I offer you in trade some pages of this book. To someone with the proper experience with magic, then they could cast any of several very powerful spells, including...++
He opened it to a page covered with a large array of complex glyphs, bearing resemblance to both Evocation and Conjuration magic. ++Millisu's Passage of Lightning. This spell allows the caster to meld with lightning, which allows very rapid travel through storm clouds, and the potential to repeatedly strike a foe with lightning bolts.++ He skimmed forwards eight pages, and displayed another detailed spell. This one had rather menacing looking diagrams and several warnings in large letters. ++Dementate. You can manifest a target's worst nightmare into physical form. Depending on the target, this can be very effective or very ineffective. I remember seeing it cast on a bandit, and watching him presented with a married, old version of himself, working at a desk covered with big piles of paper. He killed it after a brief shudder. But against people with mental instabilities, it can really be deadly.++ He then removed a long blue ribbon that was serving as a bookmark. ++Finally, if you want some hard magic, this is a Repellent Ribbon. If it's worn somewhere on the subject's body, then anything that is a quarter of the wearer's weight or less is shunted away by a light field of magical force. It makes a useful shield, and I'd only kept it because it was light and I might find a large servant who could make use of it. The shield isn't impenetrable, but it supplements regular armor.++
Epistler sat back, paws resting on his spellbook. ++Is this enough, or do you want more?++
Epistler's attention was definitely held now. The red tinge fell away from his scales, and was replaced by a bright silver. He leaned on his right forepaw and tried to look thoughtful. ++I'm not a big fan of expendable items, and I can acquire servants from other places so I'll pass with the bracelet.++ He looked at the armor closely. It did look good, and although he might be laughed at by other Psuedodragons, it might stop him looking so cute. He pulsed, ++The armor would also be nice, if it was affordable. However...++
Epistler coiled his tail around the metal sphere, and pressed his head against it. He focused on the item mentally, feeling it's magical structure, and then drew back and examined it's physical appearance. It was shiney. That contributed as much to his buying experience as anything else... plus it was a solution to his nightmare, which was trying to Charm something that was much more powerful than himself. ++I like this++ he cooed, ++I like this a lot. I'll show you what I have in trade...++
With a small expenditure of his carefully hoarded magical energy, Epistler summoned his spellbook to the store. It faded into view gradually, drawn only by the weakest spell, but it appeared. ++This is the spell book of an Archmage, and contains an array of spells from all of the schools of magic. I bear a rather limited specialization, so I can afford to spare some of these pages. I offer you in trade some pages of this book. To someone with the proper experience with magic, then they could cast any of several very powerful spells, including...++
He opened it to a page covered with a large array of complex glyphs, bearing resemblance to both Evocation and Conjuration magic. ++Millisu's Passage of Lightning. This spell allows the caster to meld with lightning, which allows very rapid travel through storm clouds, and the potential to repeatedly strike a foe with lightning bolts.++ He skimmed forwards eight pages, and displayed another detailed spell. This one had rather menacing looking diagrams and several warnings in large letters. ++Dementate. You can manifest a target's worst nightmare into physical form. Depending on the target, this can be very effective or very ineffective. I remember seeing it cast on a bandit, and watching him presented with a married, old version of himself, working at a desk covered with big piles of paper. He killed it after a brief shudder. But against people with mental instabilities, it can really be deadly.++ He then removed a long blue ribbon that was serving as a bookmark. ++Finally, if you want some hard magic, this is a Repellent Ribbon. If it's worn somewhere on the subject's body, then anything that is a quarter of the wearer's weight or less is shunted away by a light field of magical force. It makes a useful shield, and I'd only kept it because it was light and I might find a large servant who could make use of it. The shield isn't impenetrable, but it supplements regular armor.++
Epistler sat back, paws resting on his spellbook. ++Is this enough, or do you want more?++
The philosophers have only interpreted the world, in various ways. The point, however, is to change it.
- Karl Marx
- Karl Marx
Blackback tapped his tusk, while putting everything but the eye of Terebas. Switching magic for magic was a suitable thing to do, and this creature seemed to know what he was doing.
"Yes, those look good" the troll nodded. He might now have any magicks of his own, but he knew how to trade in it nevertheless. "The eye of Terebas is a unique thing though, hoarded by magicians you understand. I won't come across another one in my lifetime. I would require something more. Do you have any anti-magical incantations beyond that shield to add to your trade, maybe? People of the forest are getting careful about their magics these days, after all the wars and battles that has hit us. Defense magics is on the rise and the anti-magic froglings I got from my old neighbour Gaia is selling at an alarming rate."
He still had that little cage of froglings Gaia had left in his care so long ago. Gaia -- now that was a long-forgotten memory.
OOC: If you wonder, Gaia ran a herbal shop in the village years ago (RL). So you see -- that items sold and traded here tend to show up again later, resold to other characters.
"Yes, those look good" the troll nodded. He might now have any magicks of his own, but he knew how to trade in it nevertheless. "The eye of Terebas is a unique thing though, hoarded by magicians you understand. I won't come across another one in my lifetime. I would require something more. Do you have any anti-magical incantations beyond that shield to add to your trade, maybe? People of the forest are getting careful about their magics these days, after all the wars and battles that has hit us. Defense magics is on the rise and the anti-magic froglings I got from my old neighbour Gaia is selling at an alarming rate."
He still had that little cage of froglings Gaia had left in his care so long ago. Gaia -- now that was a long-forgotten memory.
OOC: If you wonder, Gaia ran a herbal shop in the village years ago (RL). So you see -- that items sold and traded here tend to show up again later, resold to other characters.
ooc: Neat!
++Defense magic isn't my specialty, but the book came with a few that I study from time to time. There's one I'll probably never master with my focus on Enchantment, so I suppose I can part with it even though it's quite powerful...++ Epistler's flicking was somewhat less co-ordinated now, not being particularly familiar with this chapter of his Spellbook. Eventually he came across a page which was bafflingly complex - it hurt the eye and twisted the mind slightly to look at the complex interplays of runes and glyphs. ++A spell for an Archmage. Clouds of Adar, frankly the strongest defense against Enchantment magic that can be mustered and almost my own Kryptonite. It partitions the mind into a number of clouds of thought, each scattering like mist under direct attack and reforming elsewhere. A concentrated, overwhelming telepathic assault will disperse all the clouds and leave the caster temporarily mindless, but they'll recover in under a minute. No mind control, thought reading, illusions or mental magics of any kind can affect a caster using the Clouds. Only drawback is that it is complex enough for only a real master to manage, and it's significant initial investment of magical energy.++
Adar was a distant land of psions and mentalists who maintained their mountain-fortress against all comers. A spell designed by these masters was as rare as it was powerful, and Epistler wasn't the happiest about offering to tear it from his spellbook. He consoled himself with the thought that anyone who could cast the Clouds could beat him anyway, and the Eye would help him avoid such people.
++Defense magic isn't my specialty, but the book came with a few that I study from time to time. There's one I'll probably never master with my focus on Enchantment, so I suppose I can part with it even though it's quite powerful...++ Epistler's flicking was somewhat less co-ordinated now, not being particularly familiar with this chapter of his Spellbook. Eventually he came across a page which was bafflingly complex - it hurt the eye and twisted the mind slightly to look at the complex interplays of runes and glyphs. ++A spell for an Archmage. Clouds of Adar, frankly the strongest defense against Enchantment magic that can be mustered and almost my own Kryptonite. It partitions the mind into a number of clouds of thought, each scattering like mist under direct attack and reforming elsewhere. A concentrated, overwhelming telepathic assault will disperse all the clouds and leave the caster temporarily mindless, but they'll recover in under a minute. No mind control, thought reading, illusions or mental magics of any kind can affect a caster using the Clouds. Only drawback is that it is complex enough for only a real master to manage, and it's significant initial investment of magical energy.++
Adar was a distant land of psions and mentalists who maintained their mountain-fortress against all comers. A spell designed by these masters was as rare as it was powerful, and Epistler wasn't the happiest about offering to tear it from his spellbook. He consoled himself with the thought that anyone who could cast the Clouds could beat him anyway, and the Eye would help him avoid such people.
The philosophers have only interpreted the world, in various ways. The point, however, is to change it.
- Karl Marx
- Karl Marx