Ace
Peasant
[A1i:4]
Posts: 22
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Post by Ace on Oct 15, 2009 7:41:33 GMT -8
As the people began to ready the festivities, Ace wandered around. A cook was having trouble putting flame to meat. As he passed by, he flicked his wrist, and the meat was aflame. Within seconds it was ready, and he set fire to the spit's around his area. Then took the fire of the rather large piece of meat went on his way. He soon came to where humans were busily setting up his show and traveling apothecary. "Hey! Be careful with those potions!" He had vines from a nearby plant grab a falling potion. They then handed it to the clumsy man, and shrunk back to their original plant. "I have a feeling this is fair is going to give me lots of money this year." And with that, he went into his tent, and began to practice with fire magic and the use of his plant magic.
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Ace
Peasant
[A1i:4]
Posts: 22
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Post by Ace on Oct 15, 2009 7:42:01 GMT -8
Ace walked around, his many potions jingling on his belts. He went to a store owner, and asked for a mug of ale. "Many thanks." He said as he downed the cold liquid. He wiped his mouth and continued to walk around. Maybe there would be some strange men he could talk to.
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Post by Makaidos on Oct 15, 2009 8:08:26 GMT -8
(Makaidos entered from Nughlon)
Makaidos landed softly in the midst of the small forest that still still managed to survive on the outskirts of the city. Checking to make sure the coast was clear, Makaidos threw his cloak back on, making sure his scale was hidden. The last thing he needed was a guard or random person noticing that he wasn't human and call the slayers on him. Makaidos casually joined a group of people entering the city joining in their conversation and refreshing himself with current events. Xanatos was still king and still holed up in the castle. No danger from the dragon slayer that murdered his father yet...
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Post by Azrael on Oct 15, 2009 8:09:13 GMT -8
(Azrael entered from Nughlon)
Azrael dashed towards the outward wall of the city, and stopped. He morphed his legs to better his height. He mustered his energy, and vaulted over the wall in a single bound. He landed without a sound, and shifted his legs back to normal. A begger was in an alley, so he approached him. He gave the man one hundred pieces of gold, and showed him the picture of his target. "Have you seen him?" The begger nodded with wide eyes, and pointed to the west. "He is in the..crOOwd." He ran off to purchase much needed food. Azrael smiled, and walked into the crowd, pushing his way past men and women, all assembled for the fair. There. He was in the middle of everyone. This should be fun.
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Post by Makaidos on Oct 15, 2009 8:09:45 GMT -8
Makaidos made his way to the center of the fair as he mentally checked prices of various merchants, making a purchase here and there as he restocked his supplies. The better equipment would be in the center where most people were gathered, and although the prices would be higher, the quality made up for the cost sevenfold.
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Post by NPC on Oct 15, 2009 8:11:50 GMT -8
Yereq made his way through the crowd to get back to his stall. The day was already proving to be very profitable, both legally and illegaly. He grinned as he weighed the stolen money bags.
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Post by Makaidos on Oct 16, 2009 7:34:47 GMT -8
Makaidos weaved his way into the crowd and stopped at an empty stall. The trader here didn't have the cleanest reputation, but his prices were lower than most and his equipment was of good quality.
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Post by NPC on Oct 16, 2009 7:35:27 GMT -8
Yereq walked up to his stall, bumping into Makaidos. Looking up he grinned. "Well if it isn't Mr. cloak and daggers himself. Here to replace old equipment my friend?"
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Post by Makaidos on Oct 16, 2009 7:37:22 GMT -8
Makaidos nodded slowly. Something felt off, but he couldn't tell what. It was felt like his sense of danger, but it felt weak and unfocused. Ignoring it, he replied. "Yes, I need some whetstones and another pack. Mine's getting rather worn out. Some new gloves would be welcome as well. I trust 20 gold should cover it?"
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Post by NPC on Oct 16, 2009 7:40:51 GMT -8
"Only twenty gold for this fine merchandise? You insult me my friend! I paid at least fifty for the pack alone, this is high quality stuff!" Yereq shook his head as he feinged outrage. "But for you I'll lower the price to fourty-five for all your supplies."
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Post by Makaidos on Oct 16, 2009 7:43:24 GMT -8
Makaidos shook his head wearily. "Look, I'm not in the mood to bargain with you for half-an-hour until I get the supplies for less that I had originally asked for. Times have been rather difficult of late, and we both know you probably stole the pack in the first place."
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Post by NPC on Oct 16, 2009 7:45:49 GMT -8
Yereq leaned forward on the counter. "What's the matter? Someone steal a contract from you again? Well no matter, since I know you and understand the hardships one such as yourself go through, I'll lower the price to 25."
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Post by Makaidos on Oct 16, 2009 7:48:10 GMT -8
Makaidos shook his head. "Yah, Azrael got it again. You know, I'm sure he does it just to spite me. But I won't accept twenty-five, that's too much. Come on Yereq, you know that any amount I give you will be profit, so fifteen is already plenty enough."
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Post by NPC on Oct 16, 2009 7:52:59 GMT -8
Yereq cocked his head to the side. "When you said you weren't interested in haggleing, you really meant it. Fine, since you're a loyal customer falling on hard times...again, and I really didn't get what you are asking for legally, fifteen is a good price." He ducked beneath the counter for a moment and retrieved the equipment. "Here you are, one satchel pack in prime condition and a few whetstones to go with it. The pack already has some contents inside that I provided as a bonus for you being such a loyal customer. I hope you find everything adequate."
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Post by Makaidos on Oct 16, 2009 7:56:02 GMT -8
Makaidos silently counted out the gold and dropped it into Yereq's outstretched hand. "Pleasure doing buisness with you again Yereq. Do you know where I may get some medicinal potions in this city, and someone who won't cost me an arm and a leg for?"
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Post by NPC on Oct 16, 2009 7:58:09 GMT -8
Yereq nodded. "Yah, there's an elf I think who sells what you're looking for. I think his name is Ace, or something like that. Anyway, walk around and you may just bump into him. He changes his stall area every time, so I can't tell you where he likes to hang out. I hope that helps you out."
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Post by Makaidos on Oct 16, 2009 8:01:39 GMT -8
Makaidos nodded in thanks. "Ace? Ok, I'll see if I can't find him. I'll be back in Yaglon again sometime soon if all goes well. Just be sure you keep your inventory well stocked, but legally if at all possible. I would hate to come to your shop and find the guards dragging your out again." Makaidos turned to go, grabbing the supplies off the counter as he did so. Glancing around, he began weaving his way through the crowd in no particular direction.
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Post by Azrael on Oct 16, 2009 17:34:29 GMT -8
Azrael looked around, glancing at the picture. He looked up and saw his target. He walked calmly behind him, and kicked his leg out from under him, covering his mouth at the same time. He dragged him silently into an alley way, and slit his throat, stuffing a cloth into the cut after the death. He put his arm around him, and made it look as if he was walking. He stood him next to Yereq's stall, and crossed the dead man's arms. He then proceded to cut off his pinkie, then stuffed another cloth in the hole. He walked, rather briskly toward the exit, and towards "high paying employer." (Azrael left to Nughlon)
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Post by NPC on Oct 16, 2009 18:15:53 GMT -8
(In Yaglon prison)
The guards dragged Craze into the dank and sweat filled building. "Get moving scum." One guard pushed the green and purple man forward. They came up to the first security gate. "Need to make sure your patient is okay, and see what kind of cell he'll get." The guard nodded. "Just make it quick doc, I want him in there as soon as possible." The doctor nodded. He walked around Craze, the lunatic eyeing him the whole time. He did a quick bruise check, and nodded. "Bring through, to cell...87. Very secure." The pushed Craze along through the now open gate. It made a loud thud as it closed once more, keeping the inmates in their pitiful cells.
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Post by The Craze on Oct 16, 2009 18:18:49 GMT -8
(In Yaglon prison)
Craze walked through the gate, and looked around. "Such terrible hygiene in this place. I could die of lukima before my next break out. Or something of that sort..." He giggled. Then grunted as a guard hit him in the ribs with his weapon.
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Post by NPC on Oct 16, 2009 18:21:57 GMT -8
(In Yaglon prison)
"Shut up! Lot of people died cause of you. Lot of good people!" He pushed the loon forward, toward cell 87. A guard awaited there.
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Post by The Craze on Oct 16, 2009 18:24:48 GMT -8
(In Yaglon prison)
Craze growled, and looked at the guard. "There is no such thing as a good person. Everyone commited a sin or two after all!" He laughed once more. "Do you know why I wear a mask? Because everyone hides behind one, they just don't know it. I just show my mask off a little better then everyone else. Oh, and I don't hide behind, the mask and me are one and the same!" He laughed hystericaly as they reached the cell 87.
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Post by NPC on Oct 16, 2009 18:28:19 GMT -8
(In Yaglon prison)
The guard winced at his terrible laughter. They reached the cell, "Hey Rener, got the criminal." Rener walked forward and grabbed Craze's mask, and yanked. It didn't come off. He pulled harder. Still no luck, "What is with that?" Craze began to laugh again.
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Post by The Craze on Oct 16, 2009 18:38:35 GMT -8
(In Yaglon prison)
"Doesn't come off, melted to my head! HAHAHAHAHEHEHEHAHA!!!" Rener grabbed Craze, and opened the sealed door. He pushed him through, and slammed the door, locks were heard from the outside. Craze looked around again. There was a bucket, a metal bed, and an very large book, titled, "your mind and how to use it responsibly." By Jent Kealr, one of the many people he killed, simply because they irritated him. He sighed an unneeded sigh. "Well, ths is gonna be boring."
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Post by Makaidos on Oct 17, 2009 13:17:25 GMT -8
Makaidos came to a stall bearing the sign "Ace of Stages". To the side of the empty stall, was an open tent. Since this seemed the most likely area Ace would be to set up, he walked inside. "Hello? Is there anyone by the name of Ace in here?"
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