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 Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 7:22 pm
The woman couldn't help but blush, he was very charming, "I thank you very much," She puts the other 10 Doubloons back into the pouch at her side, "Your selflessness will not be forgotten... umm," she pauses, "Though I didn't get your name..."
She felt quite embarrassed at not getting the man's name, then trying to thank him as such. The blush on her face, only got redder with embarrassment.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 7:29 pm
The woman gasped at Tracey, being covered in coloured feathers, and smelling like he was dipped in a vat of skunk juice. She handed the boy 15 Doubloons, and took the microphone, she then also gave him a small bottle of liquit to put in his eyes. "Pour this into your eyes, it should get out the red, and make them stop stinging..." She noticed the boy also wanted another task. He was a quite helpful lad, She went to her book, and un-crumpled on of the pieces of parchment. She wrote down an ingredient on it as she usually did, and handed it to Tracey. The note reads: A staff powered by the light of the sun, able to control flames, and bring about good weather.
Please, could you get me the staff the book tells me I need?
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 7:35 pm
The British Officer smirked slyly and bowed with a slight flourish, reaching into his overcoat and producing a small red-painted metal coat pin in the shape of a red rose with the letters "J. G.", placing it on the table. Before turning toward the door, Jonathan touches his fingers to his lips and then placing them upon the coat pin with a sultry, yet warm and comforting, wink. Without any word, he left through the door, knowing exactly how to leave a woman wanting more of him, almost as if that was an invitation to know more about him. Though gone, his finely-crafted coat pin and the memory of his generosity (among other things) remains.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 7:39 pm
The Tome Keeper "Another person, oh joy!" The woman was very happy to have many people willing to help her, the spell should be finished quickly thanks to their efforts! She flips through the pages, and writes down another ingredient on a piece of parchment. She walks over to the man with what appeared to be a scar on his neck, roughly covered with a scarf. "Here, you go lad." She hands him the note and goes back to her book. The note reads: 3 bottles of liquid produced by black insects, usually used to write on parchment.
Gather 3 bottles of Black Ink? Rabbit studied the instructions for a few moments, wondering who would write with ink made from...insects. But then again, he considered, not being the most literate soul he's hardly one to make a discourse on what ink is made out of. "...Yes'm." He nods, as he turns to seek the stuff.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 7:42 pm
The woman turns and looks at the coat pin, then looks at the man walks out the door without a word... She walked over to the table and picked up to coat pin, reading the letters " J. G." She puts the pin down, and looks back out the door, what was that man's name? And why did she really even care anymore?
She turns back to her book, waiting for someone to come back with the item she sent them to get, or to get a task.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 7:44 pm
Rabbit returns some while later with a small paper wrapped parsel of ink, which he carries with a certain leeryness of dropping or breaking as he slips back in to offer it mutely and nervously to the tome keeper, shifting slightly from foot to foot as he waits to find out if it's what she needs.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 7:51 pm
"Perfect, that is exactly what I asked for," She takes the Ink from Rabbit, and gives him 3 Doubloons. She walks over to the table, covered with ingredients for her spell, and she places the three bottles of ink down.
"If you wish to take another task just tell me, I am happy to see so many people interested in helping a person out," She smiles and goes back to her spellbook.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 7:52 pm
Tracey ignored the man flirting with the lady. He didn't have very much tolerance, for flutters like that guy. She seemed distracted, so he didn't say 'thank you' to her yet. Using the liquid on his eyes, not thinking she would hurt him since he was helping her, she needed his help so why hurt him?
After leaving, he went and took a bath in a lake he liked to visit. Once the stink was mostly gone and all the feathers were removed from him, he got up and went to find the this staff. He didn't have a clue where to find it, so went to the local priests. His logic was if someone was using a staff with the power of the sun, perhaps they made them self known.
After getting absolutely no help from the priests that looked at him blankly, he went to the most vile place on earth, a tavern. It was the third smoky building full of the stench of drunkenness and vomit. However, he was not sad he went in there. Someone talked of the "prophet" Apollo who could control fire and the sun.
The wonder was normally found by a "sacred" lake, an area he knew from talk among his old ship mates. The trek up the mountain to the lake was hard and he was dusty and just starting to sweat by the time he got up there. Panting slightly, he gazed at the clear lake, which was more of a pond then a lake. However, that was neither here nor there when it came to his quest.
Apollo wasn't too hard to find from there, he was a very old man using the staff as a walking stick. The man wouldn't just give it to him, so Tracey knocked the man out, just a nice little nap while he took the staff and replaced it with the walking stick he used on the trek up the mountain. After a bath to get rid of the sweat, dirt and hopefully the stench, he headed back.
Once inside the Tome Keeper's place, he handed over the staff, "Thank you for the liquid and I would like to do one more task for you, then I must rest."
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 8:01 pm
The woman looked at the staff, amazed with it's beauty. she takes the staff from the boy, and puts 7 Doubloons in his hand. "Thank you very much, this wil lcome in handy for many spells" She smiles, and puts the staff up on the wall. "I am glad your eyes look better," she smiles, writing down another task for the boy, "Here you go," she hands the parchment to Tracey. The note reads: Legs from 30 beetles, 10 red, 10 blue, 10 brown.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 8:06 pm
Rabbit considered this for a moment, then nods, looking both releived and pleased. "....I can try again....if you've something else..." He offers, emboldened by his success....
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 8:12 pm
The woman looks through her books, "Alright, this seems good," She goes and writes down the ingredients on one of the pieces of crumpled parchment. She then hands it to Rabbit. The note reads: Golden feline ears made from golden paper.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 8:20 pm
Paper cat ears? Ink made from bugs? It was quite a puzzle what she could be making from such strange things, but he nods again, trying to think where he might find them, and bows out of the room to see what he can find.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 8:29 pm
This quest takes somewhat longer, as it seems to be slightly more leg work than he would have thought to find such a simple seeming thing, though in the end he returns trumphantly, offering out the cat ears with a hopeful grin. "This?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 8:36 pm
"Perfect, thank you for your help." She walks over to the man and takes the paper cat ears, replacing them with 2 shiny Doubloons, She walks over to the table, with the ink and other ingredients and places the paper ears there. She didn't notice the little Dragon had eaten it's way out of the cage until it hopped out and sat right on top of her head!
"What the!" She yelled, wondering how the Dragon got out, and why it hipped onto her head, and didn't cause any problems. She walks over to a mirror and noticed the small animal had went to sleep. She couldn't help but utter a small, "aww," as she continued to do what she was doing before the animal hopped onto her head.
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 8:41 pm
Tracey looked a bit rough as he came back into the Keeper's place. His pants were dirty and his hands were scuffed from where he ran into a boulder trying to grab a tricky beetle.
However, he did get what he came for, the beetles and they were all alive, with all the legs which was hard as heck to do, he even had to release the ones that had broken legs. Handing the bag over, "Here." This was all for now, and he'd leave once he got the reward. Which, helping her out or what she gave is hard to say.
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