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| Under the Weather; [p] Will Fisher | |
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| Topic Started: Sun Jul 10, 2011 9:37 am (471 Views) | |
| Sebastian | Sun Jul 10, 2011 9:37 am Post #1 |
 
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Sebastian shoved his way down the boardwalk, trying, primarily, to find shade, but also looking for a weapons dealer. He would be in town for a while, and figured that he could buy something nice for himself before he had to set off for the North again. After all, there was some sort of market set up on the newly constructed Taras boardwalk, and along with games of chance and strange sideshows, it seemed to all be a celebration of the city's reconstruction. It seemed silly to the sorcerer, but he hoped he could find something inexpensive and useful in one of the many many shop stalls that lined the pier. He had yet to find weapons or anything remotely dangerous so far, but he knew there would be shadier dealings if he could find the right places to look. Despite the hot, unrelenting weather, Sebastian felt comfortably cool as magical breezes whipped around his body and he made his way towards the next merchant's caravan. |
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| Will Fisher | Sun Jul 10, 2011 5:43 pm Post #2 |
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Will smiled broadly as he sauntered down the boardwalk, wearing his newest purchase proudly; a jade turtle necklace. As soon as he saw it he knew he would have to buy the collar; after all one of his favorite forms was a sea turtle. There was so much sensory excitement here during the summer; the smell of salty air, banana liquor, calamari and fried fish. Smooth wood and bone trinkets being sold for outrageous prices to tourists, who were sweating heavily in the bright sun. Will continued to walk at a slow pace, taking everything in, until he came to a large tent, where the sounds of dice rolling, cards shuffling, and bad lounge music could be heard. He checked his purse, which contained most of his last job's wages, all in all a hundred gold. The sailor knew that he would probably lose more money than he should risk, but he would risk it all the same. |
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| Sebastian | Sun Jul 10, 2011 7:28 pm Post #3 |
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"Exotic weapons, rare and valuable; mysterious and deadly..." Sebastian heard words he'd been yearning for all evening. He seemed to have come upon a darker district of the boardwalk, as he found himself surrounded by gamblers and arms dealers; bizarre chemists and apothecaries tried to pass poisons as miracle cures, and a couple of gypsies had their caravan set up as a sort of hub for bargaining, entertainment, and a display of stolen goods. Nearby, sinister birds crowed from atop rickety structures. Sebastian reached for his coin purse and approached a tent that was decorated in its entirety with cruel blades, metal staves, and many-colored arrows. "See anything that tickles your fancy?" the merchant asked. His face was entirely hidden by a purple cowl, and his eyes seemed to glow yellow under his hood. There was something mysteriously cat-like about the figure. "I'm only browsing," Sebastian replied in his cold, hollow tone. "I'd like to see your finest wares." He let his coin purse jingle a little in his hand, before adding. "I forge weapons in Striberg, so don't think I'm unfamiliar with arms, or enchantments." This was a lie, but he didn't want to be hoodwinked, and he wanted the vendor to know he wasn't to be trifled with. Besides, he may not have made weapons, but he knew weapons. |
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| Will Fisher | Mon Jul 11, 2011 12:32 am Post #4 |
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Boots clomping, Will went into the cool shade of the gambling tent. The crooner's voice cracked, but still continued to sing a slow, off key version of a some popular song or another. Will shook his head and sighed, heading toward the exchange tables, where he redeemed fifty gold for fifty cleverly made chips with the symbol of Taras emblazoned on one side, and the letters THR which stood for a popular slogan among politicians and nobles "Taras Has Risen." He took the five rolls of ten in one hand, and placed a single chip in his pocket as a memento. He paced over to the roulette table, and plopped himself down next to a man in deep scarlet robes, with a deep cowl. The man was staring intently at a booth in the market area outside of the tent, but Will thought nothing of it. He placed five chips on thirteen black, and another five on outside black. The slender woman behind the table looked over to the only other man at the table, the man with the cowl, who had not yet bet. "Your bet sir?" No acknowledgement, "Sir, if you are not going to bet I am going to ask you to leave so the other players may have a seat." Will smirked at the remark, seeing as most of the other patrons were at either the craps tables, or the various card tables. The man simply stood silently, and paced over to the bar a few feet away, and continued the stare into the market. |
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| Sebastian | Mon Jul 11, 2011 12:38 am Post #5 |
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"A real beauty this one is," the merchant said, smiling maliciously under his violet hood. His grin was inhumanly wide, impossibly cruel, but Sebastian paid it no heed. There was bargaining to be done, treasures to be won. The man was holding out a long, curved sword, with a slender green stripe along its single edge. It looked like something from the desert from what Sebastian could tell, but he couldn't be sure based on the shape alone. His own blades were modeled after Istani scimitars, but they were forged in the north. "You can conceal poisons in the hilt here, you see, and whatever you lace the sword with is excreted here, in the blade." The arms dealer provided a demonstration as he explained the tool's function. He clicked a tiny button on the hilt, and it flicked open, revealing an empty chamber inside. Then, here stroked the venomous green stripe gently with two fingers, showing Sebastian where the substance would be applied to the blade. "It's nice isn't it? Eighty-three gold and she's yours." Sebastian was about to speak when there was a bang in the distance, it sounded like a small explosion, or a very large pop. He whipped his head to the direction from which the noise came and saw three men in robes similar to those of the merchant before him, walking hurriedly together out of an alleyway, onto the boardwalk. One of them was carrying something, but Sebastian could not identify it. "Ahem. Do we have a deal?" Sebastian's attention was brought back to bartering. "Show me what else you've got," he demanded. "Very well..." the catlike figure sighed and placed the blade out of sight again before fishing something out of a rack behind him. |
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| Will Fisher | Mon Jul 11, 2011 12:53 am Post #6 |
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William snapped his eyes, but not his head, to the direction of the bang. It seemingly came from an alley near the stall that the hooded man was staring at. A few men in similar robes exited, one carrying something unidentifiable. He looked behind him under the guise of cracking his neck, and saw that the man at the bar was gone. Will shuddered slightly, and turned back to the game. "Aha! Now tha's what I like!" he laughed looking at the board. Black thirteen. He had doubled his bet, and slid out a stack of ten onto red ten, and five onto black seven. The board spun, and the little mother of pearl ball clacked against the board, and stopped on...red three. He sighed, and then chuckled, "Eh, oh well. Not really in it for the earnings, just for some fun." |
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| Sebastian | Wed Jul 13, 2011 7:08 am Post #7 |
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The merchant cackled with delight as he withdrew his next item, a slender, silver bow which seemed to sparkle in the sunlight. Sebastian could tell from its appearance that the weapon was made from some enchanted wood, and there was something alluring about the weapon that captivated Sebastian's attention. His eyes swept the beautiful weapon, and it seemed to whisper to him. It whispered words of comfort and promises of power. It called Sebastian's name and waited, ever patiently, for Sebastian to call back. As the genasi was distracted by the bow, which did indeed have an enchantment on it, a spell of distraction had been cast on it, the arms dealer made a bizarre signal with his hand, into the distance. If Sebastian hadn't been focused so intently on the fine weapon before him, he might have been suspicious, but today, he didn't even notice. "It's enchanted by the power of the falling moon," the robed man explained, and Sebastian snapped out of his trance. He nodded and scratched his stubbly gray chin, trying to pretend he had been paying attention. "When the moon rises, this bow will conjure enchanted arrows to strike down your foes. You'll never need to buy arrows again." Sebastian nodded and gave a contemplative "hm" in response. The bow would become his; there was no question to this, but he didn't want to seem too eager and bolster the price against him. "It's nice," Sebastian said, still nodding slowly as his fingers traced the curve of the instrument before sliding softly down the bowstring. "It's very nice." Sebastian didn't even consider that he'd never held a bow in his life. |
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| Will Fisher | Wed Jul 13, 2011 6:41 pm Post #8 |
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Will played for another round, winning fifty more gold than he had started with. He stood, thanked the dealer, and walked to exchange counter. He was given a bag of coins, which he then counted, and once confirmed he had his payment, left. He causally walked to a stall next to the arms dealer, and bought a small paper sack of calamari with a hot and spicy sauce, along with a bottle of banana beer. He leaned against a wall, and looking away from the arms dealer listened carefully, "...moon rises, this bow will conjure enchanted arrows to strike down your foes." He stopped chewing for a second, Taiaka had owned a bow like that, and Will had not seen one since the Island of Junpuii. He wondered how rare this item was, and continued to chew the squid and listen. The man buying the weapon seemed entranced by it, and from what Will remembered he well should be. It was after all, a magnificent and very deadly weapon. |
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| Sebastian | Fri Jul 15, 2011 1:04 am Post #9 |
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"Ninety-four silver pieces and the Bow of Moonlight is yours," the cowled man said, snatching the weapon away from Sebastian with his gnarled, crooked fingers, and the genasi was quick to agree to the price. He reached into his pouch of coins and immediately began counting. "And you get a special deal. For those ninety-four silver, me and my... associates will take you somewhere you can try out the enchantment for yourself," he said, a trace of venom in his voice. Sebastian hastily counted out the coins and gave them to the merchant. To be honest, he wasn't sure if he had paid ninety-four or one-hundred fourteen, but he didn't care. He was getting a fantastic deal out of his purchase. This was, the man said, and Sebastian followed. He didn't notice that three more violet-clad men had appeared, one on either side of him and one behind him. He didn't notice a lot of things in his strange, hypnotized state. He only noticed the bow the merchant in front of him carried and knew that he had to follow him if he wanted to claim the weapon for himself. |
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| Will Fisher | Sun Jul 17, 2011 12:30 am Post #10 |
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Something about the hooded man's tone made will shudder. It could just be the cold, slippery voice that he associated with merchants pulling fleece over a customer's eyes; but he begged to differ. Will slipped into a side alley, and shifted into the form of a seagull. He cawed as bones shifted into place, and skinned shrunk and flayed into feathers. His clothes and weapons shrunk to fit his form, somehow becoming part of his body, but not usable as of yet. He flew above the group of hooded men, and the hopeful customer. If this was as nefarious as Will thought, something horrible would happen to that man. |
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| Sebastian | Fri Jul 22, 2011 5:52 pm Post #11 |
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Somewhere in the distance, the entranced swordsman heard the crow of a seagull, but he didn't let it trouble him. He couldn't have let it trouble him, even if it normally would have. Sebastian was under the effects of a powerful drug, making him terribly prone to suggestion. The poison had been applied to him by the sword first shown to him by that vile, hooded merchant, and secondly, the bow he had purchased was also enchanted, to be entrancing and endlessly desirable. Between the two, the frostborne genasi was putty in the hands of the spellbinding corruptors. As they walked, they passed through alleyways and corridors which Sebastian didn't recognize, despite his own involvement in the rebuilding of Taras. He didn't know the massive city as well as he thought he did, and soon, he was lost. But as he was lost, his guides seemed to know exactly where they were going. "This way," "To the left, now," and other such phrases were constantly being whispered into his ears. Finally, they arrived at a large, indiscriminate gray building, and Sebastian was led inside. "Here we are," were the words whispered into his eager ears now. Above them, a gull circled, vigilantly. The room inside was vast but barren. There were four walls and a set of stairs, but the room was enormous. Along the far wall, a series of targets were set up, all of them in the shapes of people. The room was designed to be some sort of shooting range, clearly. OOC
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| Will Fisher | Wed Aug 24, 2011 1:15 am Post #12 |
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Will circled the small group, flying over them as they snaked their way through winding alleys, snaking side-streets, and small, thatched passageways; it was a veritable maze. When they seemed to reach their destination -a large, nondescript building- Will alighted on a small wooded peg, which he assumed used to be used to hold flowers or a standard, next to a crack in the wall, large enough for a cat to slip through unheeded and unheard. He waddled through the small fissure, into a huge, empty room, which he guessed used to be a factory or some kind of storage house. From his perch he could clearly make out the small group of robed men and an intrigued buyer, and along the far wall he saw human, or at least humanoid shapes. From their lack of movement Will could tell they were dummies. He breathed a small sigh of relief, no cult, no nefarious scheme so far- just a shooting range. But something still disturbed Will, the man with the bow still seemed to be a little too fixed on the weapon, and not on the colorful men standing behind and around him. Will was concerned but knew that no action, at least for now, was necessary. Spoiler: click to toggle
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| Sebastian | Wed Aug 24, 2011 3:14 am Post #13 |
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"Shoot to kill..." the nefarious hooded man whispered, and Sebastian readied his bow. In truth, he had never had much taste for ranged weaponry, preferring melee combat. The few times he had used a bow, it had left a bad taste in his mouth, but today he was not complaining. The smooth shaft felt perfect in his hand, and as he knocked the arrow with trembling hands, he felt as though he had wielded the weapon his whole life. "Shoot," the violet-robed man repeated, leaning closer, and the genasi pulled back, aiming the weapon at the target's heart. With a thud, the arrow hit its mark, and it was almost as if the target shuddered from the impact. With haste, another robed man carted the target away, and the cultist nearest Sebastian urged him on: "Excellent work. You are a natural," he cooed, offering the genasi a reassuring pat on the back. "Try again." Three more targets remained standing. It was almost as if they squirmed, animated practice dummies. It was hard to tell, though, so far away, if they were really moving or if it was his mind playing tricks on him. From so far away, Sebastian couldn't even tell their eyes were open and bleeding tears, desperate for freedom. The genasi systematically knocked and fired off three more arrows, and each dummy responded in the same way as the last: a violent shudder before being wheeled away. The cultist at his side offered Sebastian praise and reassurance with every arrow fired. Once all three were gone, three more were set up in their place. "There we are. Try three more..." |
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| Will Fisher | Wed Aug 24, 2011 3:55 am Post #14 |
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Will's tiny eyes, squinted to try and get a better view of the targets. They shuddered, probably from impact. He decided he would move closer, he shuffled back out the hole, and flew to the large window above the dummies, where a pane hung open. He slipped in, and looked down as one arrow hit, the target shuddered, and was carted away. Again, the same thing happened. The shudders became more violent. Will fought the urge to vomit, they were killing them, and their blood was falling as they were dragged away. Why weren't they trying to escape?! Will felt anger well up inside him, and he would end this. Will began to beat his wings, and began speaking a cantrip in his mind. As he picked up speed, so did his spell casting. While his mind was whispering ancient words, his beak screeched louder than a regular bird should have been able to. As he neared the group, magic twisted his bones; as he neared the group a small bird, became a great, bellowing mass of hair, teeth, claws, and anger. He became a bear, hurdling through the air. |
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| Sebastian | Fri Aug 26, 2011 9:33 pm Post #15 |
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For a moment, the bow's malevolent enchantment was broken as the screeching seagull tore through the air, screaming towards Sebastian. The swordsman felt magic whirling around the room, and suddenly, the bird became something that was not a bird. Suddenly an enormous bear was charging directly at him. "Kill the intruder!" the robed men shouted, as the scrambled desperately towards the exit, twenty or more cowled cultists tripping over each other as they tried to get away from the bear-shaped attacker. "Of course." Sebastian's eyes suddenly became red, a change having come over him from the murderous command. The necromancer was now a sentinel, a fleshy construct with only the command to kill. He fired an arrow that was meant for one of the targets, unholy frost coating the head, directly at the bear. The attack likely wouldn't kill it, but it might slow him down. Dropping the bow, he retrieved a long, gleaming knife from his belt, its black blade cruel and deadly, its ice-blue hilt shaped like a mature frost dragon. The knife was made of enchanted ice, and would freeze the especially devastating wounds it delivered with the chill of death. |
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