OOC: Wasn't there a rule of 200 replies maximum per thread? Not that I mind really, it's easier to keep track of a single thread honestly.
Eno Arval
Eno was quite surprised at finding out that Rothan had been less than a stonesthrow away.
"Sir Rothan! I...well, they didn't give me much trouble, though I wish they had. I should have just kept those guards occupied for your sake instead of making myself scarce at the earliest convenience. I cannot say how sorry I am." He stammered. Then he steeled himself and took a deep breath.
"Though I do not have any honour, nor am I worthy of your attention, I do beseech you. Let me assist you in your endeavours any way I can. I do so swear right here at this moment, with these fine fellows as our witnesses," He spoke without a single tremble in his voice.
"That I will stand by your side till the time that I have paid for my failure and betrayal a hundredfold. Whether come Ice or Fire, Ash or Poison, Fang or Steel, I will aid and protect you till my flesh be reduced to dust and my bones buried among my ancestors. May ALMSIVI strike me down if I do break this oath."
OOC: A bit over the top perhaps. Ah well.
Full Version: The Ghostfence rp: Playground 2
Dranas Heleran
Dranas barely restrained himself from laughing. "Well, Rothan, it looks like you've got another member for our little party of adventurers," he said, straining to keep the sarcasm out of his voice.
OOC: This might be a good spot for an ashlander to jump in and ask, "What party of adventurers?" or something to that effect.
Dranas barely restrained himself from laughing. "Well, Rothan, it looks like you've got another member for our little party of adventurers," he said, straining to keep the sarcasm out of his voice.
OOC: This might be a good spot for an ashlander to jump in and ask, "What party of adventurers?" or something to that effect.
Rianne
"Adventures?? what kind of adventures do you have in mind?"
Rianne sounded a bit off saying that, she had a bad feeling about all this..
I'm not sure we'll get out of it alive!
"Adventures?? what kind of adventures do you have in mind?"
Rianne sounded a bit off saying that, she had a bad feeling about all this..
I'm not sure we'll get out of it alive!
Rothan
Rothan felt Dranas quivering with mirth as Eno's tirade finished. He blinked, it wasn't at all what he had expected, anger at being used as an excuse to see the books possibly but not guilt.
"Peace Sera, I quite understand that you did not want to cross the authorities and in truth I shouldn't have left you there. However my look upstairs was most," he puased, "informative. You should not feel guilty for leaving a situation you were uncomfortable with."
He turned to include both Eno and the ashlanders, "Adventures is a strong word, but I have been tasked with recovering a temple artefact called the howling bell. It may be of some interest to you Eno as I understand it is of a musical nature, as for you," he turned to the ashlanders, "I sort of hoped you might be willing to help, you know the terrain much better than I do."
Rothan felt Dranas quivering with mirth as Eno's tirade finished. He blinked, it wasn't at all what he had expected, anger at being used as an excuse to see the books possibly but not guilt.
"Peace Sera, I quite understand that you did not want to cross the authorities and in truth I shouldn't have left you there. However my look upstairs was most," he puased, "informative. You should not feel guilty for leaving a situation you were uncomfortable with."
He turned to include both Eno and the ashlanders, "Adventures is a strong word, but I have been tasked with recovering a temple artefact called the howling bell. It may be of some interest to you Eno as I understand it is of a musical nature, as for you," he turned to the ashlanders, "I sort of hoped you might be willing to help, you know the terrain much better than I do."
Dralas
"Where do you need to go?" he asked. He was supposed to be working on the wall soon, but if the Temple would make an exception for him to go fetch an instrument, he'd take the chance simply to leave the camp. This job probably paid better, too, though he cared little about gold. Dralas saw it as an opportunity to make a connection. Perhaps the Temple would allow him to take his ancestors as a reward. If not, maybe a favor to Rothan would get him a step closer to stealing them back.
"And what's so special about this bell?"
"Where do you need to go?" he asked. He was supposed to be working on the wall soon, but if the Temple would make an exception for him to go fetch an instrument, he'd take the chance simply to leave the camp. This job probably paid better, too, though he cared little about gold. Dralas saw it as an opportunity to make a connection. Perhaps the Temple would allow him to take his ancestors as a reward. If not, maybe a favor to Rothan would get him a step closer to stealing them back.
"And what's so special about this bell?"
Rothan
"There is an old fort a bit north west of here," replied Rothan. "It appears that the bell was last recorded there and there is no evidence that it will have been disturbed. As for why it's special, I believe it was involved in a miracle by some minor saint who's popular up Maar Gan way."
He wondered how far he should trust the ashlander, they already knew he wasn't exactly what he appeared and he knew a bit about Dralas. He lowered his tone slightly, "The other reason is that I want to be out of the camp by tomorrow lunchtime." Or earlier, he thought, they'll notice that ledger is missing sooner or later and I'd rather not be here then.
"Anyway," he said, his tone bright again, "We'd best get whatever supplies we think we'll need."
"There is an old fort a bit north west of here," replied Rothan. "It appears that the bell was last recorded there and there is no evidence that it will have been disturbed. As for why it's special, I believe it was involved in a miracle by some minor saint who's popular up Maar Gan way."
He wondered how far he should trust the ashlander, they already knew he wasn't exactly what he appeared and he knew a bit about Dralas. He lowered his tone slightly, "The other reason is that I want to be out of the camp by tomorrow lunchtime." Or earlier, he thought, they'll notice that ledger is missing sooner or later and I'd rather not be here then.
"Anyway," he said, his tone bright again, "We'd best get whatever supplies we think we'll need."
Dralas
"Do you have access to supplies? You need two things to roam the ashlands: a weapon and water. Lots of water. And I would need a bow. Mine was lost in the ruins when the daedra came."
He then stopped for a moment to look at his and Rianne's stained and worn garments, "Get us a few sets of clothes too and I'll help."
Dralas wouldn't volunteer for Rianne, but he was selfishly hoping she would come along. He still didn't fully understand civilized people, and something about Dranas made him wary. It would be nice to have someone he could trust.
"Do you have access to supplies? You need two things to roam the ashlands: a weapon and water. Lots of water. And I would need a bow. Mine was lost in the ruins when the daedra came."
He then stopped for a moment to look at his and Rianne's stained and worn garments, "Get us a few sets of clothes too and I'll help."
Dralas wouldn't volunteer for Rianne, but he was selfishly hoping she would come along. He still didn't fully understand civilized people, and something about Dranas made him wary. It would be nice to have someone he could trust.
Dranas Heleran
"Anything you can't get out of the Temple's stocks, you can surely get from me. 'Course, my wares ain't quite free, but they're reasonably priced for bartering and in good condition. I can guarantee that."
"Anything you can't get out of the Temple's stocks, you can surely get from me. 'Course, my wares ain't quite free, but they're reasonably priced for bartering and in good condition. I can guarantee that."
Eno Arval OOC: I should really think of something for Haz to do in the meantime. Bloody hell, it took me over ten seconds just to remember his name. 
Eno was rather relieved to find out that Rothan had come through his ordeal just fine and didn't even blame him. Still...
"Sorry, but once sworn, an oath cannot be undone. I'd like to follow through with it, if it's all the same to you." He said, weighing the bags in his hands. On the one hand, he should return them. On the other, it was junk he was carrying, junk no one would use. There had even been a scrumpled note tied to their necks, stating that the contents were to be returned to Balmora for sale to a used goods store.
Dralas had been quite firm when he stated the need for both water and more importantly, a weapon. Seeing as how he was born and raised in the Ashlands, Eno saw no reason to doubt his claims in the slightest. There was a sword, broken though it might be, among the goods. The instrument maker was no fighter, but having a weapon, any weapon, would help raise his confidence.
For a moment, Eno thought about attempting to buy one from Dranas, only to realize that with the loss of his bags, practically all of his funds had been lost with them.
"Well, I'll just pretend I bought this pile of junk with my money. And I think I can fix that blade, well enough to last a while at least. I'll just have to borrow a forge at the workshop once we're done here." He thought.
"For water, I did notice a few mages walking around who seemed to be specialized in the creation of ice. Ice once melted is water. Might be how the temple manages to handle the thirst of so many people out here. We could ask them for a few canteens full of water. We also need food. In that regard, I still have some rations. Should be enough to last us a day's march."
OOC: I figured that a well would be very unlikely at our location, and carrying tons of barrels of water would be awkward. So...magic?
Eno was rather relieved to find out that Rothan had come through his ordeal just fine and didn't even blame him. Still...
"Sorry, but once sworn, an oath cannot be undone. I'd like to follow through with it, if it's all the same to you." He said, weighing the bags in his hands. On the one hand, he should return them. On the other, it was junk he was carrying, junk no one would use. There had even been a scrumpled note tied to their necks, stating that the contents were to be returned to Balmora for sale to a used goods store.
Dralas had been quite firm when he stated the need for both water and more importantly, a weapon. Seeing as how he was born and raised in the Ashlands, Eno saw no reason to doubt his claims in the slightest. There was a sword, broken though it might be, among the goods. The instrument maker was no fighter, but having a weapon, any weapon, would help raise his confidence.
For a moment, Eno thought about attempting to buy one from Dranas, only to realize that with the loss of his bags, practically all of his funds had been lost with them.
"Well, I'll just pretend I bought this pile of junk with my money. And I think I can fix that blade, well enough to last a while at least. I'll just have to borrow a forge at the workshop once we're done here." He thought.
"For water, I did notice a few mages walking around who seemed to be specialized in the creation of ice. Ice once melted is water. Might be how the temple manages to handle the thirst of so many people out here. We could ask them for a few canteens full of water. We also need food. In that regard, I still have some rations. Should be enough to last us a day's march."
OOC: I figured that a well would be very unlikely at our location, and carrying tons of barrels of water would be awkward. So...magic?
Rianne
Rianne smiled. She listened to the conversation between the men, without interfering. Not like her at all...not a bit, but she had decided to let Dralas speak for her. It was tradition among their folks...Now the fact that she was a Wise Woman apprentice wasn't common knowledge....so
She gave Dralas a faint sign, telling him she would stand by his side...
"Water is essential, but we can't carry too much, it would slow us down...now I know of some plants that can be used...they grow around here...I've noticed that"
She looked at her torn shirt, the one Dralas gave her back in Balmora....
Mmmm I'd really like something decent to wear...
Rianne smiled. She listened to the conversation between the men, without interfering. Not like her at all...not a bit, but she had decided to let Dralas speak for her. It was tradition among their folks...Now the fact that she was a Wise Woman apprentice wasn't common knowledge....so
She gave Dralas a faint sign, telling him she would stand by his side...
"Water is essential, but we can't carry too much, it would slow us down...now I know of some plants that can be used...they grow around here...I've noticed that"
She looked at her torn shirt, the one Dralas gave her back in Balmora....
Mmmm I'd really like something decent to wear...
Rothan
"The fort might well have a water source," said Rothan, "It must have done at some point, and if you say there are plants," he nodded to Rianne, "then I am glad you are with us." He said the last bit as a question though by what she'd said he assumed she intended to join them.
"We can get some stocks here anyway, certainly waterskins, food and the like. As for a weapon and clothes," he nodded to Dralas, "I dare say I could convince them to lend you a bow and I doubt they'd notice if you forgot to return it. For clothes it would probably depend on the clerk. I could definitely get some as a member of the temple but they'd be basic. Think of it as extra payment, if you want anything fancy I dare say Dranas could cut you deal." He smiled.
"Shall we go and see what we can get?"
"The fort might well have a water source," said Rothan, "It must have done at some point, and if you say there are plants," he nodded to Rianne, "then I am glad you are with us." He said the last bit as a question though by what she'd said he assumed she intended to join them.
"We can get some stocks here anyway, certainly waterskins, food and the like. As for a weapon and clothes," he nodded to Dralas, "I dare say I could convince them to lend you a bow and I doubt they'd notice if you forgot to return it. For clothes it would probably depend on the clerk. I could definitely get some as a member of the temple but they'd be basic. Think of it as extra payment, if you want anything fancy I dare say Dranas could cut you deal." He smiled.
"Shall we go and see what we can get?"
Rianne
"Good idea, let's go.You coming Dralas? I'd like some warmer clothes, I've been freezing for quite some time now"
"Good idea, let's go.You coming Dralas? I'd like some warmer clothes, I've been freezing for quite some time now"
Eno Arval
Eno nodded.
"That all sounds fine to me. Let's go now while most people are still at the construction site. That way we won't have to deal with a crowd of hungry and tired people." He said.
Haz
Much to Haz's surprise, he'd been sent to the exact same spot he'd used to infiltrate yesterday. Only this time, they were ordered to dismantle the very same wall they'd built.
"No wonder those freaks keep stealing slaves. If they can't make up their mind on where to build, they'll never get done." He thought as he ripped a plate free from the scaffolding. The glue held up pretty badly which apparantly was also the reason they were tearing this down. One of the advantages of being a slave was that one practically became invisible. Oh sure, if he made a ruckus he would get the whip, but no one bothered to keep their voice down or hide their secrets as long as he acted his role and kept quiet. Not that what the foreman was complaining about was much of a secret. Still, it did give Haz a few ideas of his own.
"I keep telling you, those stupid 'volunteer workers' can't be trusted to keep the bags and pots properly sealed. They're not professional constructors, they're just people who try to get in a favour with the temple. So they open up the pots, scoop up more glue than they need, and then leave it open for the next guy who comes around. Then ash get's in the pots and ruins the glue." The foreman complained to a clerk.
"So just run back and tell him that I can't build anything with faulty materials. I suggest he makes a public announcement or something and rams some proper conduct into everyone's heads."
Eno nodded.
"That all sounds fine to me. Let's go now while most people are still at the construction site. That way we won't have to deal with a crowd of hungry and tired people." He said.
Haz
Much to Haz's surprise, he'd been sent to the exact same spot he'd used to infiltrate yesterday. Only this time, they were ordered to dismantle the very same wall they'd built.
"No wonder those freaks keep stealing slaves. If they can't make up their mind on where to build, they'll never get done." He thought as he ripped a plate free from the scaffolding. The glue held up pretty badly which apparantly was also the reason they were tearing this down. One of the advantages of being a slave was that one practically became invisible. Oh sure, if he made a ruckus he would get the whip, but no one bothered to keep their voice down or hide their secrets as long as he acted his role and kept quiet. Not that what the foreman was complaining about was much of a secret. Still, it did give Haz a few ideas of his own.
"I keep telling you, those stupid 'volunteer workers' can't be trusted to keep the bags and pots properly sealed. They're not professional constructors, they're just people who try to get in a favour with the temple. So they open up the pots, scoop up more glue than they need, and then leave it open for the next guy who comes around. Then ash get's in the pots and ruins the glue." The foreman complained to a clerk.
"So just run back and tell him that I can't build anything with faulty materials. I suggest he makes a public announcement or something and rams some proper conduct into everyone's heads."
Rothan
"Good call," said Rothan and started towards the temple suppliers. He could probably have got a better quality of goods had he gone to the main building but he wasn't sure he would be welcome back there so instead made for the shack which distributed inexpensive necessities to the labourers.
The clerk looked up boredly, "Yes?"
"Tomorrow we are going to recover the howling bell in the name of almsivi. We require the goods necessary to do so."
"Go to the main building."
"No, what you have here will suffice. I personally need a light mace or hammer that I can use as a weapon, two waterskins and provisions for two days... oh and some clothes."
The clerk pulled out a sheet of paper, "This would be quicker if you all told me what you need," he muttered.
"Good call," said Rothan and started towards the temple suppliers. He could probably have got a better quality of goods had he gone to the main building but he wasn't sure he would be welcome back there so instead made for the shack which distributed inexpensive necessities to the labourers.
The clerk looked up boredly, "Yes?"
"Tomorrow we are going to recover the howling bell in the name of almsivi. We require the goods necessary to do so."
"Go to the main building."
"No, what you have here will suffice. I personally need a light mace or hammer that I can use as a weapon, two waterskins and provisions for two days... oh and some clothes."
The clerk pulled out a sheet of paper, "This would be quicker if you all told me what you need," he muttered.
Dralas
The clerk wanted each of them to tell what they needed. When it was Dralas' turn, he recieved a bow, a waterskin, two tan shirts made of light cotton, and a pair of thick brown pants.
He familiarized himself with his new weapon while he waited for the others. The bow was sturdy enough, though not expertly made. It would do until he had the time to fashion a new one. He packed his new clothes away in his small pack, and slung the waterskin over his shoulder.
It would be time to leave soon, and Dralas wasn't quite sure what to expect.
The clerk wanted each of them to tell what they needed. When it was Dralas' turn, he recieved a bow, a waterskin, two tan shirts made of light cotton, and a pair of thick brown pants.
He familiarized himself with his new weapon while he waited for the others. The bow was sturdy enough, though not expertly made. It would do until he had the time to fashion a new one. He packed his new clothes away in his small pack, and slung the waterskin over his shoulder.
It would be time to leave soon, and Dralas wasn't quite sure what to expect.
Rianne
She got herself a warm tunic made of thick brown wool, a robe and two waterskins. Also she asked for some extra arrows, maybe she could prepare a few with her secret poison to make them more effective.
When equipped she went over to Dralas, lit a hackle-lo and waited...
"want some?" she offered him the joint with a faint smile
She got herself a warm tunic made of thick brown wool, a robe and two waterskins. Also she asked for some extra arrows, maybe she could prepare a few with her secret poison to make them more effective.
When equipped she went over to Dralas, lit a hackle-lo and waited...
"want some?" she offered him the joint with a faint smile
Dranas Heleran
While the clerk was distracted helping the ashlanders, Dranas helped himself to a few extra throwing stars, figuring that they could hardly be missed among the disorganized supply cache. Briefly it occurred to him that he could well get them for free if he asked--but he put down the thought quickly. By just taking the weapons he was saving the clerk a considerable investment in time and effort, after all.
While the clerk was distracted helping the ashlanders, Dranas helped himself to a few extra throwing stars, figuring that they could hardly be missed among the disorganized supply cache. Briefly it occurred to him that he could well get them for free if he asked--but he put down the thought quickly. By just taking the weapons he was saving the clerk a considerable investment in time and effort, after all.
Eno Arval
Eno calmly waited till it was his turn before stepping up to the counter.
"Ah yes, a waterskin, two candles and a portable lantern to put them in, please." He requested.
"I think I've got everything else I need already. And I doubt someone was polite enough to leave some torches or other lightsources at our destination." He chuckled when the clerk returned with his items.
"Alright, I'm done here. If there's nothing else that needs to be done, I'll excuse myself and make some more preparations for myself. Where will we meet before leaving?"
Eno calmly waited till it was his turn before stepping up to the counter.
"Ah yes, a waterskin, two candles and a portable lantern to put them in, please." He requested.
"I think I've got everything else I need already. And I doubt someone was polite enough to leave some torches or other lightsources at our destination." He chuckled when the clerk returned with his items.
"Alright, I'm done here. If there's nothing else that needs to be done, I'll excuse myself and make some more preparations for myself. Where will we meet before leaving?"
Dralas
He and Rianne stood outside the shack, smoking their leaf while the others got their supplies. The hunter's eyes were looking up. The skies had been clear all day, and the wind was still. There were no overt signs of that changing, but the ashlands often had a mind of its own. Dralas knew that Rothan wanted to leave by lunchtime. Personally he hoped to leave as early as dawn, before the ashlands decided to kick up dust again.
He heard Eno's voice drifting from inside, wanting to know where to meet.
"You're sure you want to come?" he asked Rianne, passing her the hackle-lo, "I don't mean to always drag you into my troubles."
He and Rianne stood outside the shack, smoking their leaf while the others got their supplies. The hunter's eyes were looking up. The skies had been clear all day, and the wind was still. There were no overt signs of that changing, but the ashlands often had a mind of its own. Dralas knew that Rothan wanted to leave by lunchtime. Personally he hoped to leave as early as dawn, before the ashlands decided to kick up dust again.
He heard Eno's voice drifting from inside, wanting to know where to meet.
"You're sure you want to come?" he asked Rianne, passing her the hackle-lo, "I don't mean to always drag you into my troubles."
Rothan
"We might as well meet at the north guard post, as for when... I had said before Lunch but I have nothing to do and would happily make that earlier," said Rothan. Would rather make that earlier, he thought, he didn't think he'd sleep well that night.
"I doubt I'll do anything more today. I'll go and get some of what passes for food here now if anyone fancies joining me. Then an early night I suppose."
"We might as well meet at the north guard post, as for when... I had said before Lunch but I have nothing to do and would happily make that earlier," said Rothan. Would rather make that earlier, he thought, he didn't think he'd sleep well that night.
"I doubt I'll do anything more today. I'll go and get some of what passes for food here now if anyone fancies joining me. Then an early night I suppose."
Rianne
She took the leaf from Dralas looking him straight into his eyes;
"Please! I'll stand by you all the time, trust me, you hunter of the Erabenimsun, my mission is to aid you all the time! Gah, you're my kin you and me , we are of the same kind, never ever ask me again if I want to follow you or not, you damn well know I'll never leave you..not now!"
She turned away for a second, not wanting to show the tears forming in her eyes.
Then she kissed him...quickly and subtle
Why doesn't he understand? We have to stick together....
She took the leaf from Dralas looking him straight into his eyes;
"Please! I'll stand by you all the time, trust me, you hunter of the Erabenimsun, my mission is to aid you all the time! Gah, you're my kin you and me , we are of the same kind, never ever ask me again if I want to follow you or not, you damn well know I'll never leave you..not now!"
She turned away for a second, not wanting to show the tears forming in her eyes.
Then she kissed him...quickly and subtle
Why doesn't he understand? We have to stick together....
Dranas Heleran
"The earlier we leave the better, far as I'm concerned. Weather this fine surely can't last." Dranas chewed on a strip of kwama jerky. "And again, if anyone wants to barter for anything special--or at least better than that Temple junk--best to do it now. I've got plenty of good stuff, but when we hit the trail it stays here in this camp."
"The earlier we leave the better, far as I'm concerned. Weather this fine surely can't last." Dranas chewed on a strip of kwama jerky. "And again, if anyone wants to barter for anything special--or at least better than that Temple junk--best to do it now. I've got plenty of good stuff, but when we hit the trail it stays here in this camp."
QUOTE(minque @ May 15 2010, 05:06 PM) 
Rianne
She took the leaf from Dralas looking him straight into his eyes;
"Please! I'll stand by you all the time, trust me, you hunter of the Erabenimsun, my mission is to aid you all the time! Gah, you're my kin you and me , we are of the same kind, never ever ask me again if I want to follow you or not, you damn well know I'll never leave you..not now!"
She turned away for a second, not wanting to show the tears forming in her eyes.
Then she kissed him...quickly and subtle
Why doesn't he understand? We have to stick together....
Dralas
Dralas hadn't expected such an emotional response, but even in his surprise he didn't pull away from Rianne's kiss. She looked up at him, and he wiped a tear from her cheek.
"No more tears," he said, tugging on a bead in his hair, "It's settled. We'll go together, you and me."
It was an old tradition among ashlander children for a boy to adorn a pretty girl with a piece of jewelry, and it was what Dralas did now. With a sheepish smile he gently took a lock of Rianne's hair and wove the bead into it. Though somewhat juvenile, it was no less heartfelt, and Dralas thought now that he should have done it back in Balmora, when he'd tried to give her a roasted rat instead.
Eno Arval
Eno nodded.
"I think I'm set. Unless...Sir Heleran, you wouldn't happen to have any fine tools would you? I'm talking about small knives, a pincer or two and a delicate scissor. I don't see much purpose for them on our journey tomorrow, but I lost my old set somewhere last night and I'd like some replacements to get me started with my craft again."
Eno nodded.
"I think I'm set. Unless...Sir Heleran, you wouldn't happen to have any fine tools would you? I'm talking about small knives, a pincer or two and a delicate scissor. I don't see much purpose for them on our journey tomorrow, but I lost my old set somewhere last night and I'd like some replacements to get me started with my craft again."
Dranas Heleran
Dranas thought for a moment. "Ay, I think I ought to have what you need. In my trade a fellow's always fixing up things and whatnot. I can go back to my camp and fetch the stuff. Probably set you back 8 drakes for a set of four knives--sharper than a clannfear's claws--1 drake for a two pair of pincers, and 3 drakes for a pair of very fine scissors. You bartering or paying gold?"
Dranas thought for a moment. "Ay, I think I ought to have what you need. In my trade a fellow's always fixing up things and whatnot. I can go back to my camp and fetch the stuff. Probably set you back 8 drakes for a set of four knives--sharper than a clannfear's claws--1 drake for a two pair of pincers, and 3 drakes for a pair of very fine scissors. You bartering or paying gold?"
Eno Arval
Eno thought for a few seconds before answering. He didn't need four knives really, though if they were as good as the merchant said they were, having a few spares would be handy.
"I only have nine drakes total at the moment. However, I could make up the debt by providing you with some of my products in due time. I won't promise any masterpieces, not without the references in my journal, but I can create some good quality instruments using whatever I find in the wilderness, if I do dare say so myself. Regardless, I'd like to see the wares first before buying. No offense, but my needs are quite specific."
Eno thought for a few seconds before answering. He didn't need four knives really, though if they were as good as the merchant said they were, having a few spares would be handy.
"I only have nine drakes total at the moment. However, I could make up the debt by providing you with some of my products in due time. I won't promise any masterpieces, not without the references in my journal, but I can create some good quality instruments using whatever I find in the wilderness, if I do dare say so myself. Regardless, I'd like to see the wares first before buying. No offense, but my needs are quite specific."
QUOTE(Dantrag @ May 18 2010, 08:00 AM)
Dralas
Dralas hadn't expected such an emotional response, but even in his surprise he didn't pull away from Rianne's kiss. She looked up at him, and he wiped a tear from her cheek.
"No more tears," he said, tugging on a bead in his hair, "It's settled. We'll go together, you and me."
It was an old tradition among ashlander children for a boy to adorn a pretty girl with a piece of jewelry, and it was what Dralas did now. With a sheepish smile he gently took a lock of Rianne's hair and wove the bead into it. Though somewhat juvenile, it was no less heartfelt, and Dralas thought now that he should have done it back in Balmora, when he'd tried to give her a roasted rat instead.
Rianne
She was all smile, she knew about that tradition as well, alhough she hadn't had so many young boys giving her things at all. Maybe because she normally scared men or boys away, she was not exactly a sweet timid girl, she had an attitude when she was younger and then she joined the guild og Wise Women because of her magical skills.
She didn't speak, just gave Dralas a sign that she acknowledged his gesture...
"Good! let's go and see if that barter-guy has got something useful, the old man is talking to him right over there"
Dranas Heleran
Dranas showed the instrument maker his tools--knives of case-hardened carbon-steel (forged by the finest Orc metal-smith in all the Wrothgarian Mountains , he said), and pincers and scissors of the finest stainless. After a modest bit of haggling (mostly Dranas trying to figure out the precise worth of one of Eno's instruments), an accord was reached.
OOC: This fine by you, Jack? Note the lack of any pesky "quantity" details, so we can ret-con more or less at will.
Dranas showed the instrument maker his tools--knives of case-hardened carbon-steel (forged by the finest Orc metal-smith in all the Wrothgarian Mountains , he said), and pincers and scissors of the finest stainless. After a modest bit of haggling (mostly Dranas trying to figure out the precise worth of one of Eno's instruments), an accord was reached.
OOC: This fine by you, Jack? Note the lack of any pesky "quantity" details, so we can ret-con more or less at will.
OOC: sure. Looks good to me
Eno Arval
While Eno doubted that the knives were actually crafted by Orcs, (they seemed too good for that) on the whole he was quite pleased with his purchase.
"Yes, as soon as I find some raw materials to work with, I'll get right down to bussiness and craft some fine instruments."
Eno Arval
While Eno doubted that the knives were actually crafted by Orcs, (they seemed too good for that) on the whole he was quite pleased with his purchase.
"Yes, as soon as I find some raw materials to work with, I'll get right down to bussiness and craft some fine instruments."
Rothan
Rothan left the others bartering with Dralas. He thought perhaps he should have picked up a better weapon than the masons' hammer the store had given him but then what was really going to be living in a long abandoned fort? Possibly rats but then his hammer would be sufficient, at worst it might be haunted but he couldn't afford silver weapons and spells would suffice. I bet Rianne knows a thing or two about putting down ghosts too, he thought.
He reached the food-stand but realised he hadn't got his bowl so headed back to where he'd left his pack and decided he might as well sort what he was going to need. He didn't want to travel too heavy so put aside everything but the food, his travelling cloak and a change of clothes. As he put it aside he realised that leaving the dissident pamphlet he had been studying was probably a poor idea so pushed it in along with the stolen ledger. If someone finds this.... It did leave any space for the hammer so he'd just have to wear it.
He took his bowl and made his way to the food-stands hoping to find something somewhat more edible this time.
OOC: is there anymore bartering to be done? If not shall be begin the following day?
Rothan left the others bartering with Dralas. He thought perhaps he should have picked up a better weapon than the masons' hammer the store had given him but then what was really going to be living in a long abandoned fort? Possibly rats but then his hammer would be sufficient, at worst it might be haunted but he couldn't afford silver weapons and spells would suffice. I bet Rianne knows a thing or two about putting down ghosts too, he thought.
He reached the food-stand but realised he hadn't got his bowl so headed back to where he'd left his pack and decided he might as well sort what he was going to need. He didn't want to travel too heavy so put aside everything but the food, his travelling cloak and a change of clothes. As he put it aside he realised that leaving the dissident pamphlet he had been studying was probably a poor idea so pushed it in along with the stolen ledger. If someone finds this.... It did leave any space for the hammer so he'd just have to wear it.
He took his bowl and made his way to the food-stands hoping to find something somewhat more edible this time.
OOC: is there anymore bartering to be done? If not shall be begin the following day?
Eno Arval
With one last swift pull, he finished the knot just as the sun burst free from the horizon. The Dunmer had not slept well that night, plagued as he was by fear for the ashlands. He knew that they would only be gone for a day or two at most, and that the chance of a repeat of last time's events were so slim they might as well be ignorable. Yet still, cold sweat would break out on his skin the moment he thought of setting foot outside the camp.
"Come on, Eno. This is no time to be frozen by panic. You made a vow and crawling back now is unaceptable. Besides, that bell sounds quite interesting. Surely you would like to see it firsthand, and find the answer to your question of whether there is any magic in this artefact sir Rothan spoke of, and whether this magic comes from the bell itself, or from the music it creates?" He said to himself.
Just to grant himself some more courage, and to see if his plan had worked, he swung the wooden shaft he held around a few times. The idea was born both out of a lack of funds as the simple desire to make something, anything with his two hands. As such, he'd crafted himself a simple spear out of the combination of the short staff he used for walking, wax from one of the two candles he'd requested as a makeshift glue, the broken sword's blade as the tip and finally his family scarf. The end result was an improvisation that would give nightmares to any real weaponsmith and likely to lose the blade within the first three blows. Still, the man was satisfied with the results.
"This should do. The basics of spear usage are easier to master than a sword and put an emphasis on keeping distance as much as possible, both factors I appreciate."
Scarf fluttering in the morning breeze, Eno gathered his belongings and set out to find the rest of the group he would be travelling with.
With one last swift pull, he finished the knot just as the sun burst free from the horizon. The Dunmer had not slept well that night, plagued as he was by fear for the ashlands. He knew that they would only be gone for a day or two at most, and that the chance of a repeat of last time's events were so slim they might as well be ignorable. Yet still, cold sweat would break out on his skin the moment he thought of setting foot outside the camp.
"Come on, Eno. This is no time to be frozen by panic. You made a vow and crawling back now is unaceptable. Besides, that bell sounds quite interesting. Surely you would like to see it firsthand, and find the answer to your question of whether there is any magic in this artefact sir Rothan spoke of, and whether this magic comes from the bell itself, or from the music it creates?" He said to himself.
Just to grant himself some more courage, and to see if his plan had worked, he swung the wooden shaft he held around a few times. The idea was born both out of a lack of funds as the simple desire to make something, anything with his two hands. As such, he'd crafted himself a simple spear out of the combination of the short staff he used for walking, wax from one of the two candles he'd requested as a makeshift glue, the broken sword's blade as the tip and finally his family scarf. The end result was an improvisation that would give nightmares to any real weaponsmith and likely to lose the blade within the first three blows. Still, the man was satisfied with the results.
"This should do. The basics of spear usage are easier to master than a sword and put an emphasis on keeping distance as much as possible, both factors I appreciate."
Scarf fluttering in the morning breeze, Eno gathered his belongings and set out to find the rest of the group he would be travelling with.
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