Kazyan
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- Posted: Thu, 29 May 2014 03:47:08 +0000
((Let the thread commence!))
Of all people, it was Conovin that somehow managed to snatch up this territory. Despite the reovations that the merfolk had put on the sunken palace, it had become clear to them that unless someone actually operated the place for the land-dwelling races, nothing was going to come of it--and they certainly weren't going to do so themselves; dealing with land-dwellers usually required you to be one as well. (Or a weirdo, like Bayukluz.) So they'd sold off the property to Conovin, who paid for it with a powerful magic item he'd found on the site of an angel-demon battlefield that he just could not get to work. But apparently it was something to be reckoned with, since it paid the severely-marked-down price for the palace in full.
It took Conovin quite some time to get enough cash to start up the bar area with the proper stocks, but then, he needed something to do with his gobs of spare time anyway, and after all of the odd jobs had given him enough money, he'd hired on Joe, purchased the stocks, and taught himself how to tend bar adequately--not necessarily in that order. His little project completed, Conovin now sat in one of the transparent chairs, drumming his fingers on the table and contemplating a nap, while Joe sat beside him, listening to his MP3 player.
Conovin himself was a...strange entity. Incorporeal and ghostly by default, his transparent form was difficult to see at 50 feet away, but today he took on his weak corporeal guise--still transparent, but glassy this time, and visible from a much longer distance. Short by human standards and androgynous-looking, even his long dress-like garment seemed transparent even though it showed none of what was underneath. Wisps of long hair framed his face. He smiled and looked out around the Hydrolas Forum, where he sat, imagining how it would be if it were full of people--if it indeed ever became so. One could never tell.
All he could see on his spiritsight was Joe's mind--above-average intellect, average will, and human. Aside from the freshly-opening bazaar (too distant for his ability to draw any information from), no one else was nearby.
His eyes traced the path of a curious fish somewhere well beyond the membrane walls.
Of all people, it was Conovin that somehow managed to snatch up this territory. Despite the reovations that the merfolk had put on the sunken palace, it had become clear to them that unless someone actually operated the place for the land-dwelling races, nothing was going to come of it--and they certainly weren't going to do so themselves; dealing with land-dwellers usually required you to be one as well. (Or a weirdo, like Bayukluz.) So they'd sold off the property to Conovin, who paid for it with a powerful magic item he'd found on the site of an angel-demon battlefield that he just could not get to work. But apparently it was something to be reckoned with, since it paid the severely-marked-down price for the palace in full.
It took Conovin quite some time to get enough cash to start up the bar area with the proper stocks, but then, he needed something to do with his gobs of spare time anyway, and after all of the odd jobs had given him enough money, he'd hired on Joe, purchased the stocks, and taught himself how to tend bar adequately--not necessarily in that order. His little project completed, Conovin now sat in one of the transparent chairs, drumming his fingers on the table and contemplating a nap, while Joe sat beside him, listening to his MP3 player.
Conovin himself was a...strange entity. Incorporeal and ghostly by default, his transparent form was difficult to see at 50 feet away, but today he took on his weak corporeal guise--still transparent, but glassy this time, and visible from a much longer distance. Short by human standards and androgynous-looking, even his long dress-like garment seemed transparent even though it showed none of what was underneath. Wisps of long hair framed his face. He smiled and looked out around the Hydrolas Forum, where he sat, imagining how it would be if it were full of people--if it indeed ever became so. One could never tell.
All he could see on his spiritsight was Joe's mind--above-average intellect, average will, and human. Aside from the freshly-opening bazaar (too distant for his ability to draw any information from), no one else was nearby.
His eyes traced the path of a curious fish somewhere well beyond the membrane walls.