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 Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 8:49 pm
Raemos Medrol Oblivionite Mage Adept Adventures Done: Marketplace x 2 Herb Hunting x 1 Helping an Enchanter x 1 Helping a Smith x 1 Quote: A small shop in a busy part of the marketplace belongs to an enchanter. Word has it that he knows how to incorporate spells into armor, tomes, weapons, items... anything! Why you are here is up to you, but as you enter, you can practically smell the magic in the small but clean room. Over to one side you see what must be the enchanter himself. She is wearing long flowing robes with shimmering symbols embroidered along the edges. Her hair is long and straight, reaching down almost to the ground. As you enter she turns her beautiful face towards you and smiles. "Ah, perhaps you can help me." She asks in a musical voice. "As you can see, one of my shelves has broken and I need it fixed. Preferably without magic so that it does not contaminate the items I will place upon it. But I do not have time to find a carpenter as I must finish enchanting some armor. The owner is paying for it to be done by noon! I have only a few hours and it will take all my time. Would you be willing to fix or find someone to fix it for me? For your troubles I will be willing to teach you how to enchant an item." (you help cause why else are you doing this adventure?) Figure out how to fix it without magic. Build the shelf yourself or go find a carpenter to do it for you. If you hire someone else, the enchantress will pay them for you and you still get your payment Select 2 recipes! Shadow Armor (Will be Trading for Flame Armor immediately afterward) Vampiric Weapon
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 10:49 pm
Raemos had a promotion and leave and, as he often did, he visited the Tukyere market in search of a good time.
A good time buying stuff, of course. Not any other good time... Of course not.
He had gotten used to the hybrids of Tukyere in their varied forms. He could even get over the eyeless ones, though perhaps it was because he was spending so much time with his group... which had all of one Oblivionite in it, but still - That was more than he was used to.
Selza Storben, however, was an exceptional Oblivionite in Raemos's mind. That is, not like the others. Not like her brother, certainly. Raemos was not a fan of Talon Storben, and avoided the mage as best he could. Raemos was sure the feeling was mutual.
Unfortunately, despite his pocket jingling with his earnings and his mind being primed and ready to barter, there were no vendors in sight. Not a one. The market was bizzarely silent and barren today. The normal noise of the city traffic was faint and distant, blending into the normal soft windy sounds of the desert and the nearby mountainous Expanse.
He wandered through skeletal, empty stalls, puzzled. Normally, the market bustled and burbled with people and wares and the cries of vendors hawking their wares. It unnerved him, this silence, and he felt the skin at the back of his neck prickle. It was the sort of feeling one gets during a spooky story, or when something is eerie or uncanny. It was not a comfortable feeling.
Finally, after wandering for about an hour, he came upon a stall that was neither skeletal nor empty. It glittered with vibrant, familiar fabrics and had a heady scent around it, of herbs and magic and mystery.
His palms began to sweat and his heart began to pound. The enchantress! She was there! Here! Incidentally- completely so, of course- he'd been hoping to buy some more enchantment materials and, with the market like this... clearly this was the only place to get them. It would be a great excuse to go inside.
He straightened out his uniform and pushed the tent flap aside, entering the smoky, dim interior. It was just as he remembered. Magic was everywhere, and he could feel its familiar tingle dance along his skin. And there, at the worktop, was the enchantress, as beautiful as he remembered... more beautiful now, indeed, than remembered. "Hello?" he called out, and regretted it as she jerked up, startled.
"Oh! Hello!" she said, her voice sliding over him like smooth syrup. He shivered, though he had to notice - not for the first time - how much her voice resembled Cearlans. Briefly, he wondered what it would be like for them both to be together, in the same room. He cleared his throat and clasped his hands inconspicuously in front of him.
"I'm sorry to have startled you." said Raemos observing how her robes, though loose, somehow accentuated every pleasing curve of her body.
"Oh no, no. Not a problem at all, my dear." she said, stretching gracefully, "Its just so quiet, not at all your fault."
"Is there something going on?" asked Raemos, licking his lips with his suddenly dry tongue.
"Oh, yes," she said, smiling at him, her perfect lips and teeth making his heart shudder with pleasure, "A festival by the tree. Its a big event..." she sighed and looked at her worktable, "Alas, I'm stuck here, with these commission..." she brushed her delicate hands on the clothen construction currently there and the runes already etched into it. "Actually, I was going to ask Cearlan to find you again... My shelves broke again and I need your help..."
She needed his help again. Just the thought was delightful... but... "Oh? You know Cearlan Verhaan?" That they knew each other was remarkable... but how? Dire scenarios passed through his mind. If they were dating each other, than they were both so far out of his league that it was depressing.
"Mmm. He is my half brother." she said, turning distractedly to her work once more, "Thank you so much for your help..."
Raemos wasn't sure how to feel about her revelation, and it had yet to entirely sink in because she. Needed. His. Help.
He hadn't agreed, but he wasn't going to disagree, so he set to fixing the shelves, watching her work on a cape, a necklace, and, finally, as he finished, a sword shaped like a fang. "What are you doing with that?" he asked, brushing himself off and peering at it curiously.
"Mmm?" she looked up, "Oh, yes. This is a draining enchantment. Every time it strikes, it steals the enemy's life force and gives it to the attacker..." He watched as she ground dried dunkel wing into an ink-and-herb mixture and began to paint the runes on. "Hold this for me, will you?" she said absently as she worked through it. Raemos watched what she did closely (and professionally)... so much so that he didn't notice when a certain etherially beautiful Orderite male came into the tent.
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