Following behind the others Dyhren paid little attention to N**. After seeing she was merely buying a trinket from a shop, his mind gave little thought to her motives. Seeing as she was a faery child and a mirromancer, purchasing a mirror wasn't out of the ordinary. She had returned pretty quickly as well so it was none of his concern.
One paw after another, the panther continued to eye their surroundings. Watching as human's went about their lives. Seeing the men and women with their calm faces, few with true happiness in their smiles, brought a strange feeling to the beast. It was a mixture of anger, irritation, and pride. Old memories clouding the heart. A makeshift sigh escaped from the panther's nostrils. Seems he still has human weight n himself.
As the group arrived to the store, Dyhren was courteous enough to allow the others passage before himself. Than again an animal entering a human's environment is slightly strange. But no animal is like himself. Perhaps Dyhren was thinking to much.
Closing the door to keep the cold out, Dyhren then made himself a spot to rest and watched the scene play out. It seemed rather amusing to predict how these two outsiders will handle this secretly crazy woman.
I came down over the sleepy mountains where our wide toes plunged into the weeping shale to tear our skin up off from the bottom leaves our ankles bare don't just wander back and forth and leave it
n** explored the shop, examining the pretty dresses and the outerwear that was displayed for sale. She has only ever had two outfits for each stage of her life, so new clothes were something of an exciting thing for her. There were gowns in every color, but n** was more attracted to the black outfits, as mirror spirits couldn't see you if you were wearing black and it makes traveling through the mirror relatively risk-free. Eventually, n** opened her bag and pulled out three golden needles and a pair of silver shears. "I think a tailor was lost in the snow or attacked by snow harpies." She said, "But I hope this will be enough payment for my clothes." She set them on her desk and pointed out a dress and a jacket. "I would like those." She said, turning and pointing to another dress, "And that. The cloak I own is fine for the most part, but I need warmer clothes to cross through the winter fields. I have more items that I found if something catches my eye." She kept browsing around.
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Ovixus quickly followed into the ornamented building not far away with a smirk on his hidden face. His first opinion of the structure was that he much enjoyed the design of the sign outside of the facility, but entering the store he felt overwhelmed by the overly decorative items that were generally all over the walls. There was so much material and clothing available for purchase, it was astonishing to him, but he then remembered that he grew up with his father's old clothes, nothing more. It was somewhat of a nuisance to hope you'd grow up in old clothes, but he didn't complain too often. He was, after all, bred for war.
When the woman told him to look around, He simply shrugged. "All I require is a cloak. My wear provide ample resistance to the elements." He'd then fold his arms and glance about, only for his eyes to narrow on n** when she rushed off and snagged her own collection of clothes. He wasn't sure if she planned on purchasing a home in the Psychic Kingdom, but that was more than likely the only place she'd have her clothes placed if she didn't want to carry it around with them. After all, he had no wagon and horses to assist with transporting survival materials.
Watching the girl scamper around the store was rather amusing to say the least. To see her designs being marveled by another was a great honor for the seamstress as well as great pride. However she'd be lying if she denied the slight disappointment she felt for not being able to make new clothes with a person's different perspective to it. Looking over the items the faery set across her desk Sharla, the seamstress, inspected fairy closely. It was a strange way of paying for her services but it was even stranger items. Putting the trade currency in a safe place. "A pity to see a fellow tailor eradicated so close to the kingdom. However their items will be put to use." Sharla mumbled this before answering the young girl. "This will be fine. However it's a shame for such a pretty face to wear a gloomy color. Then again I'm sure it will suit you. Let me get those for you."
As the items were kindly pointed out, the woman retracted each piece of clothing from their hangers and brought them over to her station. Using her psyche, a strong , long piece of parcel paper was ripped from it's role somewhere behind her and floated itself on the desk. Folding the clothes in a neat pile, Sharla then placed them above the paper and waited should there be another order before wrapping it up. Next, she thought about the male's order.
Giving him a look over, a few of her previous made designed came to mind. Then she remembered that he was looking for a specific fabric. Tapping a finger to her lips, the woman was calculating for a few seconds before snapping her fingers. At this cue, the items she had taken out, which were a measuring tape and a color pallet wheel, floated over to Ovixus. The tape extending to cover the length from the shoulder to the ground, shoulder length, and arm length, while the wheel extended to present the darkest shades of blue. All the while, Sharla walked over to a specific area in the shop and walked through the isle. Her person disappearing and reappearing every once in a while to give another look at the items.
This process was ongoing for about 10 minutes before the woman was finally satisfied with a choice. Coming back from the isle, she presented her customer with a piece of clothing. "I have very few pieces with cobalt briar fabric but I'm sure this one will suit your taste. Although it may need some modifications." With a swish of the hand, the floating items set themselves down and the clothing wrapped itself around Ovixous shoulders. The look rather charming with the fabric's unique way of giving a glossy blue sheen to the surface. "Have a look." Sharla addressed towards a wall mirror.
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She shrugged, "It's dangerous to travel through the mirror realm, so you must dress so they can't see you." With that, she observed Sharla's conversation with Ovixus while folding the clothes she purchased and putting them in her small bag. It was a Bottomless Bag, or as some folks called it, "a Fairy Sack." It was enchanted by the fae to be able to hold many items without getting heavy or becoming full. It was quite useful to have if you were going on a long journey and don't have a lot of stamina. "There was no sign of death at the scene, so I guess they may have fled or was killed elsewhere." She tilted her head, "Are snow harpies usually a problem? Because I had to kill a couple on my way here." Her gaze went from Sharla to Ovixus.
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Ovixus glared at the items that floated his direction at first, not very comforted by the thought that these items were being controlled by the mind of the tailor. Had she been an assassin, she could have used these powers to send daggers his direction, without much warning, and it would've worked to ambush him also. He shook his head, feeling as though communities severely hampered his ability to detect things. He decided to focus on the thought that he was getting a new cloak, however, rather than the whole "You're in Psychic territory" aspect of the whole unique event, as he had been dwelling far too much on that part of this trip.
He did have to commend the woman on her choice of color, as it was quite satisfying to Ovixus' tastes, and did seem to match his presence quite well. It was a beautiful piece that ended up enveloping him, and he couldn't help but smile a little at the developed item. When he ushered himself over to the mirror and, technically, posed a little, he had to admit that the fabric looked very ornamental, and warm, at the same time. It was truly gorgeous, to him, and he certainly didn't mind having it rather than his bear-skin cloak.
"It's not bad," he replied, nodding his head to Sharla. "Yes, maybe a few modifications, but I believe it serves its purposes. How much would this cost?"
Ovixus listened to n**'s conversation with nonchalance, simply taking in notes of things, such as how she apparently killed a few of the winged pests he too dealt with on his way through the snowy fields of Crescent Mountain.
While the male was observing himself in the mirror, Sharla took a glance over to her son. Sir Dyhren was helping her out generously by keeping him busy. The cloak she had picked out was seemingly pleasing Ovixous. The seamstress was happy to see him enjoy it. " As it is one of my last pieces I can give it to you for 16 silver sion. Add 2 should you like any modifications. With its fixed design it is harder to smooth." Hearing of the tailors seemingly escape, the woman was relieved and gave answer to N** question. " Before there was only the ill recycled air to worry about. However a few years ago, the harpies lay claim to a cave in the upper region and have been a nuisance ever since. Although they do nothing but steal from travelers, if hungry enough, they also tend to kill. Only one of the reasons some do not care visit this land."
A sigh past through the woman's lips. The harpie problem wasnt much of a concern to herself particularly, it was just a bore to know that not many outsiders would be able to come and visit her shop. Then again business ran at a decent rate through trade by sea. It was most likely the idea of people getting hurt that worried her the most.
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Helious Reborn
Hadronyche
Lithica Gear
28 silver = 1 gold // sion = coins
Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2017 1:26 am
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I came down over the sleepy mountains where our wide toes plunged into the weeping shale to tear our skin up off from the bottom leaves our ankles bare don't just wander back and forth and leave it
n** pulled out several long, white flight feathers from her bag. They were a beautiful silvery white with an iridescent blue shimmer. "Yes, the fairies would always send me out to kill the ones who tried to force their way into the Fairy Kingdom. They're extremely weak to fire, so a fire ball to the face is more than enough to dispatch them." An idea struck her, "Would it be of use to you if we cleared out the nest? Their feathers are quite valuable and can be used for clothing." She set the feathers she gathered from the two snow harpies that she killed. Snow harpies were pests in the same way fairies were considered pests. They would attack anyone who was weak enough to be considered a meal and steal their possessions. n** knew that if she and Ovixus could find the cave and kill the family that resided within it, they could claim whatever treasures were within the cave and n** could probably buy a house with the treasure she sold. Gears were turning in n**'s mind. She punched her fist into her open palm, "That's final!" She declared, "We're going to kill the harpies! Come on, Ovixus!!"
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Company: n**, Dyhren, Puck, Child, Tailor-Mother Stance:Way of Animus - See Profile. Thoughts:Harpies are but nuisance to me—I was bred for war, not pest control. OOC: Song:
Ovixus ran his hand over the polished surface of the bone mask he wore at the mention of silver, mainly because he carried nothing smaller than gold. It was always awkward for him to have to break a gold coin in a store, especially if that store wasn't too business-savvy. The idea to kill the harpies wasn't far off from his mind when they were brought up, as he had been experienced in the workings of harpies and their combat styles. This experience, he thought, offered him up as a rather efficient slayer, and he never mused that he could kill monsters for a living, rather than people.
"Can you break a gold coin from the Dark Kingdom...?" He cleared his throat, somewhat awkwardly, as he approached the woman and removed the single coin. "I have nothing smaller, I'm afraid..."
n**'s sudden outburst of the idea that Ovixus was indeed musing did make him shake his head, primarily because the seamstress before them probably couldn't directly pay them for the escapade. Besides, Ovixus wanted to find out if his brother was a resident of this realm. He was already here, so why leave so soon? He was well-aware of the dangers that the harpies might have posed travelers, and he also knew that he could easily dislocate them, but... Was he even to be paid for the task? If anything, he might catch the eye of the Queen, which did amuse him slightly, but weighing the options just seemed like it took more time.
I came down over the sleepy mountains where our wide toes plunged into the weeping shale to tear our skin up off from the bottom leaves our ankles bare don't just wander back and forth and leave it
n** tensed up in response to Ovixus' rather condescending question. Of course, n** couldn't swing a sword. She didn't even carry a sword! "No, but I do know magic. I have killed several before and I'm not terrible at it. Plus, I want to settle somewhere and if I do this, I could get a home here. I'm still kinda homeless, Vix." n** put the long feathers back on her bag, a bit annoyed by the man's rather pointed question. She didn't think that magic was inferior to a sword in the least bit, but she knew her weaknesses. Snow harpies were not a challenge as far as n** was concerned. They went down fairly easy against a human or a good old-fashioned fire ball to the face. Fairies made a good snack for the harpies, so n** was always tasked with killing any who came looking for the Fairy Kingdom. It's that task that gave her knowledge of an escape route. She looked at a black, fur-lined hat, trying not to fume.
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Helious Reborn
Lithica Gear
Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2017 3:46 pm
Seamstress Sharla and Koda NPC's
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Listening patiently as the young fey rambled, Sharla was a bit wide eyed as the male presented the coin. Though she spoke of it's acceptance earlier, it was another thing to see it in actuality. Cupping her hands to receive said coin, the sudden suggestion of the maiden surprised her enough to be distracted from the payment. " I beg your pardon miss? While it is true the eradication of the snow harpies can not benefit only me because of it's plumage, but the entire kingdom, it is unwise to ....." The seamstress cut herself off as she heard Ovixous plain question. It seems that he was also for the trip but in a less enthusiastic way. Her mouth was left agape as the interaction between the two continued. It was only until N** mentioned her want for home settlement did she understood. Tapping a finger to her lips, apparently a habit when thinking, Sharla then spoke her opinion. "If you really want to earn your stay, then your quest for payment does not come from me, obviously. Turning to look a Sir Dyhren, the confirmation from him was all she needed. "You merely need to finish the task. Sir Dyhren will see to it that your reward is granted."
With an impish smile, the woman went over to her desk and leaned against the wood. Her understanding to keep her mouth from speaking any more than relaying the basic information for the panther kept her on her nerves. Though she was sure the beast would reveal his form to the travelers sooner or later. Which oddly enough, this situation reminded her of the mysterious beast need of clothing himself. Again she glanced at Dyhren in a silent question.
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Up until now the beast, has been calmly waiting for the two to finish their shopping. Keeping an eye on the child and watching himself drift in and out of sleep. Much like the seamstress, the panther's ears shot straight up as the conversation of going after some irritating creatures came to light. It wasn't so much that he was interested in what they wanted to do, but of the thought that he was going to get the chance to stretch his limbs. Then again, seeing as this task was only for the girl to earn some coinage brought his interest up even more.
From what little he heard of the conversation in the throne room, the fey wanted to find what was left of her family. Then again, with no home to return to, it was probably the wisest thing to look for a home in a place that offered her hospitality. And from the royal herself. Looking over to the seamstress when she looked for confirmation, Dyhren gave a nod and stood from his place.The child, already on his way to the dreamland. Walking a few steps ahead to be in full view of N** and Ovixous, he waited for their decision.
The harpie control was in deed going out of hand, however the Queen did not interfere in the matter all too much for it was the Kingdom's general who handled the security outside. As the creatures misdeeds were seldom in reports, and slippery not to mention annoying in their appearances, he was sure their riddance of them would be much appreciated.
Ovixus simply shook his head at her response. Of course, magic was very formidable, but even the most skilled of sorcerers carried daggers and knives for a reason—and that reason was that at any given time, mana can be used up. Ovixus was worried that n** might end up getting into a position where she can't defend herself. What if her mirror was swatted away? What if she was ambushed? Ovixus was a powerful warrior, but he couldn't do much to protect someone who was more than likely unskilled in a duel, let alone clearing a hive of pests.
But of course, he felt somewhat compelled to go along with it. He knew that even if he refused, the girl more than likely would end up going off alone to challenge those harpies, so what use would it have been to him to go and get his partner killed off. He waited patiently for the woman to reimburse his coin as he glanced over to n** and shook his head.
"If you buy a knife, I'll consider going out with you to the harpy nest." He concluded, before turning his head to Dyhren and furrowing his brows. "I will most certainly suffer with a torn cloak after this, so it better be worth the efforts."
I came down over the sleepy mountains where our wide toes plunged into the weeping shale to tear our skin up off from the bottom leaves our ankles bare don't just wander back and forth and leave it
Snapping back to attention, she reached into her bag and pulled out an ornate, yet sharp dagger. It was yet another thing she scavenged on the road to the Psychic Kingdom. Apparently dying was pretty easy when facing the temperamental snowy mountains. "Way ahead of you." Reaching back into her bag, she pulled out Ovixus' bearskin cloak, "Their claws are sharp, so you may want to wear this so your new cloak doesn't get shredded. And make sure to put wax in your ears and watch out for the scream! They can stun you in an instant. Plus, it hurts." She pulled out some wax and softened it with her fingers, handing some to Vix. She found a lot of nifty things on her way and picked them all up. The fairies' scavenging, thieving ways were not lost on her, but they proved very useful in helping her find things she could use. She pulled her cloak tight around her and smiled slightly, "I'm ready when you are."
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