Solo Adventure May be of any Path or Race. The races of the merchants will match the race of the character doing the adventure. The stalls will also be changed around every now and then so there will be new items available in the future.
Rating: Reward: x2 Amber or Silver | x2 Bronze or Copper Bars | x2 Leather Hides or Plain Cloths
Prompt
Before you lies a market, filled with many merchants all calling out their wares to get your attention. You notice that there are several hunters here who have set up booths or laid out blankets with the trophies from their kills. What brought you here, did a teacher ask you to go buy something for them, have you come for something for yourself or just because you are bored?
Note: Feel free to have your character purchase things IC that are not actual ingredients. Perhaps they just need some pelts for a blanket that they are making or buying a precious stone for a special someone. This is a market and you may just RP them wandering round and looking at the wares for a while before finding one of the special stall owners below. These are not the only stalls, just the only ones that can give you an item. However, if you are going to be buying things from the stall owners, make sure you mention where they got their money/trade goods in the first place.
Also make sure you RP either trading them some money earned by your character or trading an item that they made (if they make their own wares) or obtained somehow. This will not cost any Gaia Gold or any of your official items in your inventory. This is just for RP’s sake.
RP your reason for being here and then what you feel and see. Then you may choose which stall you wish to visit.
Tall Jeweler:
Roll a d100. 1-50: He has Amber to sell 51-100: He has Silver to sell
This tall thin man has a receding hair line and hands that show the calluses of a craftsman instead of a warrior. His clothes are elegant and expensive looking. His wares are mostly semi-precious to precious stones, but lying amid the glittering stones are 3 chunks of Amber or some orbs of Silver. While they are pretty and can be made into decorative pieces, you remember a peer or teacher remarking that they can be used in potions or enchants.
You may converse with him while you peruse his wares and create any conversation you wish, you may also merely quietly look at his wares and only ask how much; this is entirely up to you.
You may either leave the stall and go visit another one, if you do so and then come back, your first roll will still apply, or you may talk with the stall keeper and buy the stones. Reward: x2 Amber or Silver
You will need to write 200 words for this prompt alone for him to sell to you, any less and you will not receive the items.
Wounded Gatherer:
Roll a d100. 1-50: He has Bronze to sell. 51-100: He has Copper to sell.
This impressive looking gatherer is badly wounded; from the sling and brace that he wears it appears his collar bone is broken. Perhaps because he cannot hunt for a while, he has taken to selling some of his personal items and materials to tide him over. You recognize the metal bars as being useful for forging items.
You may converse with him while you peruse his wares and create any conversation you wish, you may also merely quietly look at his wares and only ask how much; this is entirely up to you.
You may either leave the stall and go visit another one, if you do so and then come back, your first roll will still apply, or you may talk with the stall keeper and buy the items now. Reward: x2 Bronze or Copper Bars
You will need to write 200 words for this prompt alone for him to sell to you, any less and you will not receive the items.
Tattooed Hunter:
Roll a d100. 1-50: He has Leather Hides to sell. 51-100: He has Plain Cloth to sell.
This bulky and scarred man is covered in tattoos and clothed in fur. He has come here to sell the cloth his wife has woven or the cured leather hides of animals he has slain. A comment or perhaps conversation that you overheard mentioned these furs as being quite potent when used in crafting potions and enchants.
You may converse with him while you peruse his wares and create any conversation you wish, you may also merely quietly look at his wares and only ask how much; this is entirely up to you.
You may either leave the stall and go visit another one, if you do so and then come back, your first roll will still apply, or you may talk with the stall keeper and buy the items now. Reward: x2 Leather Hides or Plain Cloths
You will need to write 200 words for this prompt alone for him to sell to you, any less and you will not receive the items.
Posted: Tue Feb 11, 2014 11:04 am
"I just don't like it, Mae." Darke grumbled as he slunk along at his Bonded's side, keeping close to the Orderite as the two walked through the crowded streets of Ashen City. The Alihora himself occupied a pretty hefty portion of the street on his own, so he stuck to his two-legger like glue, hoping to not pull unnecessary attention to himself. He leaned down to give Maeron's elbow a nudge, so the boy would know he'd been talking to him.
Mae rolled his eyes as he held up what looked like a little glass orb. Something blue sparkled along the center of it. If he held it right into the sun, the fractals of light split right through it and danced. It was a pretty little trinket, but it seemed to be little more than that; a trinket. "Why not?" Mae shrugged, tugging the orb back into a little pouch of similarly styled stones. The small, velvet-lined pouch had been one of his mother's most recent presents to him, and it had come filled with dozens of these tiny stones. They were beautiful, but weren't worth much more beyond that. They weren't magical and didn't have any special properties. As far as Mae was concerned, they were a very decorative bargaining chip.
"It just doesn't seem right to trade away something your mother gave you!" Darke argued. The Aiskala had been on this tangent since Mae brought up the idea of taking the stones to market to trade for something useful. So what if the stones didn't do anything? They were a gift! "If my mum sent me presents, I'd cherish each and every one of them forever..." He muttered dishearteningly.
Mae's hand came up and rubbed the side of his cheek. "She already gave me a present that I can treasure forever. I mean, nothing would top the time I first saw you. I bet she knows that." He smiled in that way that only Mae could, and Darke felt a warmth spread through him from the thinly veiled compliment. Still grinning, the Orderite turned back to the task at hand, crossing his arms behind his head as he did so. "Now, c'mon. Let's go see what we can find."
Roll a d100. 1-50: He has Amber to sell 51-100:He has Silver to sell
This tall thin man has a receding hair line and hands that show the calluses of a craftsman instead of a warrior. His clothes are elegant and expensive looking. His wares are mostly semi-precious to precious stones, but lying amid the glittering stones are 3 chunks of Amber or some orbs of Silver. While they are pretty and can be made into decorative pieces, you remember a peer or teacher remarking that they can be used in potions or enchants.
You may converse with him while you peruse his wares and create any conversation you wish, you may also merely quietly look at his wares and only ask how much; this is entirely up to you.
You may either leave the stall and go visit another one, if you do so and then come back, your first roll will still apply, or you may talk with the stall keeper and buy the stones. Reward: x2 Amber or Silver
You will need to write 200 words for this prompt alone for him to sell to you, any less and you will not receive the items.
Naturally, Mae wanted to visit every stall, as if he hadn't been here on several occasions. He was, by no means, a regular, but he did live reasonably close enough to peruse any time he was feeling bored. Although... Usually, it was just perusing. Having a small stash of trade-able goods made the adventure even more exciting, and the Orderite teen moved between the stalls eagerly.
His very first stop came when he noticed something glinting from the corner of his eye. Mae could hardly help himself as he approached the booth where everything shined and glinted. The man selling his wares quirked an eyebrow at the Orderite, and coughed when Mae didn't readily notice him. "Can I help you?" He asked in a forced patient tone as the boy jumped a bit, startled.
"Yes, sorry... I was just... looking a bit." Mae mumbled, instantly dropping his gaze away from the other man's. Darke snorted from behind him, sending the merchant an aggressive look. Mae was careful not to put too much interest in anything. That helped with bartering, right? Besides, all these stones were just other lovely trinkets, like the ones he carried in his bag. He wasn't a crafter, so he didn't really have any use for...
he blinked, as he spotted some glistening silver orbs, tucked away behind some other sparkling stones. Silver could at least be used to make weapons and armor... It would be more useful than some pretty orbs, surely. He picked up a couple of the small spheres. "You... wouldn't be up for a trade, would you?" He asked. He was pretty sure the man was about to deny that he would have anything the merchant would want, but when Mae produced four sparkling stones from his pouch, he knew they were right up the merchant's alley. The man inspected them briefly, then nodded agreeably.
"Sure, sure! These are lovely! And silver isn't terribly difficult to come by." Mae grinned and slipped his two new treasures in the pouch. He nodded, thanked the merchant, then moved along, with Darke trotting behind him loyally.
Roll a d100. 1-50: He has Bronze to sell. 51-100:He has Copper to sell.
This impressive looking gatherer is badly wounded; from the sling and brace that he wears it appears his collar bone is broken. Perhaps because he cannot hunt for a while, he has taken to selling some of his personal items and materials to tide him over. You recognize the metal bars as being useful for forging items.
You may converse with him while you peruse his wares and create any conversation you wish, you may also merely quietly look at his wares and only ask how much; this is entirely up to you.
You may either leave the stall and go visit another one, if you do so and then come back, your first roll will still apply, or you may talk with the stall keeper and buy the items now. Reward: x2 Bronze or Copper Bars
You will need to write 200 words for this prompt alone for him to sell to you, any less and you will not receive the items.
They ambled about slowly between the stalls. It wasn't as if either had anywhere else to be today. At some point, Mae stopped to buy Darke some kind of meaty snack. Neither could place what exactly it was, but since the booth-keeper couldn't either, they decided not to dwell on it, and simply did their best to enjoy the snack. It was with a face stuffed full of food that Mae noticed a man leaning heavily against one of the stalls. At first he thought that may have been the poor guy's best attempt at stealing, but another look revealed that he was actually hurt.
He beckoned to Darke and the two headed over. "Um, sir... Are you alright?" Mae questioned, half afraid of getting too close.
The man rubbed at his shoulder as his eyes wandered up to the Orderite boy's face. "Aye, lad." He nodded. "This es jest what happens when ye bite off more'n ye can chew."
Mae rubbed his own shoulder, skimming his fingers down to his collar and trying not to look too freaked out. He thought he'd been in lots of battles, and he'd never been particularly injured from any of them, but wow. This guy looked well seasoned, and beefy. More so than Mae thought he'd ever look himself. If someone like this could actually sustain this grievous of an injury... "Does it hurt?" He asked a bit stupidly, teal orbs wide and curious.
The man sent him a speculative look before resigning with a sigh. "Aye. But it'll heal soon enough."
"But why didn't you just go to a healer?" Mae demanded. "If it's just a broken bone, I'm sure any of Serenia's mages could've easily fixed you up!" At least from what he knew of mages, it wouldn't be that much of a hassle.
But the man only shook his head. "I don't need no magic." He scoffed stubbornly.
Mae only frowned and tilted his head. He cast a glance back at Darke to see if the Alihora understood his strange reasoning, but his companion only shrugged. The boy sighed and reached into his bag. "Well, here. At least use this." He ordered, offering a small glass vial to the man, who quirked his eyebrow. Without waiting for a response, Mae shoved it into his palm. "It's supposed to ease pain and such. I hunt a little myself, so I thought it might be good to have it on me, but... Well, it looks like you need it more than me right now." He scoffed, crossing his arms. He wasn't a heartless boy, and this guy was an Orderite, just like him. A strong-looking one. having him out hunting and defending Serenia from... others could only be a good thing.
the man inspected the vial before nodding. "A'ight. But I don' accept charity! 'Ere!" He thrusted two copper bars at Mae in return. "Now, git, boy, before I get mad at cher fer lookin' at me like some sad beggar!!"
Mae scurried away with Darke in tow, stuffing the metal bars into his bag.
Roll a d100. 1-50: He has Leather Hides to sell. 51-100:He has Plain Cloth to sell.
This bulky and scarred man is covered in tattoos and clothed in fur. He has come here to sell the cloth his wife has woven or the cured leather hides of animals he has slain. A comment or perhaps conversation that you overheard mentioned these furs as being quite potent when used in crafting potions and enchants.
You may converse with him while you peruse his wares and create any conversation you wish, you may also merely quietly look at his wares and only ask how much; this is entirely up to you.
You may either leave the stall and go visit another one, if you do so and then come back, your first roll will still apply, or you may talk with the stall keeper and buy the items now. Reward: x2 Leather Hides or Plain Cloths
You will need to write 200 words for this prompt alone for him to sell to you, any less and you will not receive the items.
The day was wearing to a close. Many of the merchants were starting to pack their wares away, so that they may head home for the day. "I'm tired of walking, Mae." Darke grumbled seriously, his head hanging in a pitifully low proximity to the ground. The Orderite boy turned toward him, knowing without a doubt that it was more than that. Darke had kept himself scrunched together all day, doing his best to stay out of the two-leggers' ways. The crowds were thinning a bit, but he still felt self-conscious...
Mae nodded with a tiny smile. "You're right." He agreed. "Let's check out this last one, then we'll head home." He promised softly, pointing out a stall near the end. Darke sighed, but as Mae headed over, he trudged obediently after.
The man was packing up, but as Mae peeked in and observed what remained of his stock, the man paused. He was rather gruff looking, but there seemed to be something almost amicable about him... Mae couldn't explain it. he didn't feel anywhere near as fearful about touching this man's wares as he had the first one, and he ran his fingers over some fine silk threads and a few of the furs. They were lovely and felt wonderfully warm. He was sure they were worth more than his meager ration of remaining stones.
His gaze flicked to a patch of cloth that was quite a bit simpler. It had kind of a homey feel to it, though, and Mae found himself reaching for it. He rubbed it between his fingers. "I've got... A few of these stones that I wouldn't mind trading for a few pieces of..."
The man was shaking his head before Mae could even finish. "Sorry, lad, I've no interest in rocks or jewels." The young Orderite tried not to look too disappointed, he just nodded in understanding. He set the cloth back on the table and beckoned to Darke. "Now, hang on, son, I didn't say I wasn't willing to make trade..." His gaze flickered to Darke, and Mae's eyes widened. Nothing on this planet was worth trading for Darke! The man seemed to understand, and shook his head again. "No, no. I don't want your pet for a few strips of cloth." He chuckled. "But mayhaps... a small sampling of his feathers..." He hefted the furs around his collar, and Mae could see that he did indeed have a wide variety of beast pelts, but nothing that even remotely resembled Darke's downy feathers.
Still, Mae was torn. He bit his lip... "They aren't mine to trade, I'm afraid-"
"Deal!" Darke snapped in Mae's place, leaning his muzzle down to pluck four sleek feathers from his wing. It stung, but if it got him home faster. Mae smiled apologetically at him as the man rolled up a few clothes and handed them to the boy.
The man only chuckled. "I'll take care of them." he promised with a wry grin.
"Now we can go." Darke told his boy, scooping him closer with his feathered tail as he trotted toward the city's exit.
- Kiandri Dragon Orb x 3
- Firani Dragon Orb x 2
- Peisio Dragon Orb x 9
- Aiskala Dragon Orb x 1
- Gaili Dragon Orb x 2
- Aeduan Dragon Orb x 6
- Healing Potion x1 
- Energizing potions x 10
- Moonstones x2
- Arrow of Courage 
