"I noticed you're a woman of refinement. I offer this beneficial trinket for sale."
Mililani gestures with her hand and displays a sapphire studded necklace, a chocker, if best described. The chocker itself is studded with a single blue sapphire in its center.
"It is a magical wonder and an item of song and the sea, manufactured by a lost sea-kingdom called Nimbral."
"I noticed you're a woman of refinement. I offer this beneficial trinket for sale."
Mililani gestures with her hand and displays a sapphire studded necklace, a chocker, if best described. The chocker itself is studded with a single blue sapphire in its center.
"It is a magical wonder and an item of song and the sea, manufactured by a lost sea-kingdom called Nimbral."
"Oh, it's beautiful. What exactly does it do?" Allura looks at the pendant admiringly.
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"Aye, with no problem at all. I can have deliver the goods under armed escort if it suits your needs. What do you know of her reputation and standing. Is she a woman who will honor he word?"
She seems a touch chaotic, Berholm harrumphs, and obsessed with keeping to the spirit of an agreement rather than the exact letter, but I would prefer that over the most 'law abiding' baatezu who will stick you whilst keeping to the letter. I am prepared to rely on her to pass your goods on to me, and if there are any failings in deliveries I will review the situation. The shortage of stone-folk traders in these parts is unfortunate, but not something which can be easily remedied, and even a king must make do with what is to hand in a pinch.
I have arranged payment for her, separately. If you are happy with the arrangement, this he gestures at the electrum filled strongbox, is to cover however much of your finest ales you can send me for the next couple of months; if it is insufficient at any point, please send word to my stronghold, of Evsteirim as the taller folk know it - Uthaz Ydgraf in our own tongue - and I shall see that further funds are made available.Whether or not you feel this place is dangerous enough to require an armed escort to the Countess' yard, I trust entirely to your judgement.
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"Whatever tickles yuir fancy. I have maps of rare locations, of strongholds, of elemetal planes, celestial, the lower planes of the Infernal Hells, and demi-planes. I have journal entries for study if you need to brows through them."...
Muulsh smiles
I just might do some browsing. What journals would you reccommend, Mistress ...?
"Oh, it's beautiful. What exactly does it do?" Allura looks at the pendant admiringly.
"I noticed you're a woman of refinement. I offer this beneficial trinket for sale."
Mililani gestures with her hand and displays a sapphire studded necklace, a chocker, if best described. The chocker itself is studded with a single blue sapphire in its center.
"It is a magical wonder and an item of song and the sea, manufactured by a lost sea-kingdom called Nimbral."
"It augments the power of one's voice for a variety of effects, but I can seem to activate however. MY divinations can not penetrate the wards placed upon it."
"It augments the power of one's voice for a variety of effects, but I can seem to activate however. MY divinations can not penetrate the wards placed upon it."
"May I touch it?"
She seems a touch chaotic, Berholm harrumphs, and obsessed with keeping to the spirit of an agreement rather than the exact letter, but I would prefer that over the most 'law abiding' baatezu who will stick you whilst keeping to the letter. I am prepared to rely on her to pass your goods on to me, and if there are any failings in deliveries I will review the situation. The shortage of stone-folk traders in these parts is unfortunate, but not something which can be easily remedied, and even a king must make do with what is to hand in a pinch.
"Pinching puts my reputation on the line. I can have the cargo warded with dimensional anchors, hidden of course. That will prevent any unwarranted magical theft. Actually, I prefer it with no additional cost."
I have arranged payment for her, separately. If you are happy with the arrangement, this he gestures at the electrum filled strongbox, is to cover however much of your finest ales you can send me for the next couple of months; if it is insufficient at any point, please send word to my stronghold, of Evsteirim as the taller folk know it - Uthaz Ydgraf in our own tongue - and I shall see that further funds are made available. Whether or not you feel this place is dangerous enough to require an armed escort to the Countess' yard, I trust entirely to your judgement.
"The amount of electrum is good and well enough. I never send out my employees unarmed or unguarded with magic. The goods will be delivered to the agreed location and without tampering. I will send word via a separate as how to deactivate the wards and anchors."
Berholm nods his approval, and signs to one of the strongbox attendants who hands over the key to MacGardun.
It is good to do with business with you, MacGardun.
He and his retinue leave the premises and head off through the bazaar.
"May I touch it?""It augments the power of one's voice for a variety of effects, but I can seem to activate however. MY divinations can not penetrate the wards placed upon it."
Motioning with her hand, palm up, she says, "please be my guest."
"May I touch it?""It augments the power of one's voice for a variety of effects, but I can seem to activate however. MY divinations can not penetrate the wards placed upon it."
Motioning with her hand, palm up, she says, "please be my guest."
Even more intrigued by the necklace she smiles. "Yes, I think that I would like this necklace."
Elsewhere, up in the northern lane of the bazaar, towards the citadel of the merchant-council, a skinny helf-elven waif, dirty and unkept in all his seven or eight years, eyes the pedestrians within it's central corridor. His target, a bread merchant, no less than fifty or sixty feet away. His belly empty for two days growls at him relentlessly. He thinks a loaf or two would make a good day's meal.
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"Whatever tickles yuir fancy. I have maps of rare locations, of strongholds, of elemetal planes, celestial, the lower planes of the Infernal Hells, and demi-planes. I have journal entries for study if you need to brows through them."...
Muulsh smiles
I just might do some browsing. What journals would you reccommend, Mistress ...?
"I can't translate the author, but this reads as the Chronicles of the Dragonlance. Fascinating world really, bu too many dragons for my taste. There is something about a journal and a map. Something about the Elemental Plane of Water and a Palace of the Black Pearls. It's a chillingly gothic account. A group of adventurers stormed the lair of a sea-lich, and failed to destroy her."
Even more intrigued by the necklace she smiles. "Yes, I think that I would like this necklace.""May I touch it?""It augments the power of one's voice for a variety of effects, but I can seem to activate however. MY divinations can not penetrate the wards placed upon it."
Motioning with her hand, palm up, she says, "please be my guest."
Mililani nods and smiles. The women haggle a bit then agree to a price. "Thank you," she says. "Something tells me this piece of jewelry was meant for you."
"It's not that far away from the Oasis, even on foot, which means we can always come back later. Why don't we head back for now and see if anything else is brewing. If things are quiet, we can come back and see what this place is like after the sun sets," he says with a smirk.
"Well that sounds like a good idea to me. I hope things are quiet back at the Oasis then," she adds with a mischievous smile.
"It's not that far away from the Oasis, even on foot, which means we can always come back later. Why don't we head back for now and see if anything else is brewing. If things are quiet, we can come back and see what this place is like after the sun sets," he says with a smirk."Well that sounds like a good idea to me. I hope things are quiet back at the Oasis then," she adds with a mischievous smile.
"Let's to find out," he says, returning that smile.
They make their way back to the omniportal the spotted upon their arrival, and return to the Oasis.
*circles the thread, looking for some roadkill*
The young waif manages to steal past to notice of active commerce. Ducking under the baker's stand, he looks up at eye level, scans to the left, watches the merchant, scans to the right, then pull two long loaves of bread off the stand. As soon he turns to sprint, he hears outrage.
"Stop you little runt! Come back here with my goods!"
With his nickname outrageously yelled across the Bazaar. Tristan takes off as fast as his feet can carry him. He sprints in the general direction of a certain magic shop.
"What's the hurry, kid?" the old man mutters in confusion as a small waif clutching two loaves of bread scampers past.
Hmmmm. Apparently the coins dropped all over the place when the goblin attacked the other goblin went unnoticed by Tristran. <sigh>[/ooc]
"I can't translate the author, but this reads as the Chronicles of the Dragonlance. Fascinating world really, bu too many dragons for my taste. There is something about a journal and a map. Something about the Elemental Plane of Water and a Palace of the Black Pearls. It's a chillingly gothic account. A group of adventurers stormed the lair of a sea-lich, and failed to destroy her."
Muulsh hums and haws
It might be good reading ..
Tristan runs by, followed by the bread merchant
Tch! A thief in the market. That boy is heading straight for the Debtor's Wheel if he isn't careful.
The omniportal on the edge of the square flares to life as Devlyn and Allura return to the Bazaar.
As the day begins to wind down, some of the merchants and vendors begin to pack up their wares and close shop, while others emerge and appear to be setting things up to open. Street lights are coaxed to life, and the Bazaar slowly changes into its 'evening regalia'.
"Well well, looks like things do stay interesting here after dark. Shopping, dancing, sidewalk dining and sightseeing - what's your pleasure, love?" Devlyn asks as he hooks her arm in his.
As the day begins to wind down, some of the merchants and vendors begin to pack up their wares and close shop, while others emerge and appear to be setting things up to open. Street lights are coaxed to life, and the Bazaar slowly changes into its 'evening regalia'.
"Well well, looks like things do stay interesting here after dark. Shopping, dancing, sidewalk dining and sightseeing - what's your pleasure, love?" Devlyn asks as he hooks her arm in his.
She smiles up at him as she takes his arm. "I think I'm in the mood for some dancing."
She smiles up at him as she takes his arm. "I think I'm in the mood for some dancing."
"Alright then - let's see what we can find around here!"
They start their search for a dancehall, or a square outside that has something already going on.
"Look!" Allura says, pointing to an open area cordoned off with strings of colorful lanterns high overhead. To one side there is a stage, on which is a group of minstrels playing a lively song. There are already a few couples out on the dance floor. "Looks like just the thing. Come on," she says, pulling him onto the dance floor with her.
"Look!" Allura says, pointing to an open area cordoned off with strings of colorful lanterns high overhead. To one side there is a stage, on which is a group of minstrels playing a lively song. There are already a few couples out on the dance floor. "Looks like just the thing. Come on," she says, pulling him onto the dance floor with her.
"I was hoping we'd find one outside," he says with a grin as she is pulling him out. "And not too crowded yet, either. Perfect!"
Devlyn sweeps Allura up into the dance and gives the minstrels an excuse to keep the music lively :)
Between songs, Allura slips away for a moment and comes back wearing a gauzy dress with a low-cut bodice and fluttery skirts that will flare out when she spins, in a tasteful blend of blues and purples.
"This seemed a little more appropriate for the occasion," she said with a smile as they headed back onto the dance floor.
Having listened courteously to the shopkeer's opinion, Nirellia thaks her, retrieves the heather, and hands her a phial of water.
From the oceans of Elysium, she explains. For use in the potions you brew.
She makes her way out of the shop, avoiding an encounter with the waif heading for it by a matter of seconds.
She heads across the bazaar to a stall where a female tiefling has a number of spit roasts, and gives the heather over to the tiefling with very specific and clear instructions on how she can dispose of it.
Then she wanders off out of the bazaar, looking thoughtful.
Between songs, Allura slips away for a moment and comes back wearing a gauzy dress with a low-cut bodice and fluttery skirts that will flare out when she spins, in a tasteful blend of blues and purples.
"This seemed a little more appropriate for the occasion," she said with a smile as they headed back onto the dance floor.
Devlyn takes her hand and gives her a slow, gentle spin, smiling with obvious approval.
"Oh I couldn't agree more, love. You're going to get tired of me saying you look beautiful at this rate," as he pulls her in for the next dance.
As the minstrels begin to play a slower dance, she moves closer to Devlyn, leaning her head against his shoulder with a small contented sigh as they dance.
"I'm pretty sure this is the most perfect day I've ever had. Thank you."
As the minstrels begin to play a slower dance, she moves closer to Devlyn, leaning her head against his shoulder with a small contented sigh as they dance.
"I'm pretty sure this is the most perfect day I've ever had. Thank you."
He gently kisses her hair as she leans against him.
"You're welcome Allura. I thought days like this had come and gone for me - I'm very glad to be proven wrong in that thought. So I guess I owe you some thanks as well," he says with a gentle chuckle as he holds her close and the dance goes on.
A young boy, about 12 or 14, walks through the Bazaar. He enters a small out-of-the-way shop and enters when he thinks no one is looking. An hour later, he walks out. His black leather armor is now studded with black opals. There is one on his chest, helm, upper and lower arms, uppern and lower legs, each foot and the back of each hand. No long after that he starts to explore the Bazzar.
Muulsh bargains hard for a few maps and codexes he finds in Jyssil's shop. He places several large golden coins on her counter
There we are Mistress. A pleasure doing business with you, but now it is time for my chamber luncheon. If you will excuse me?
Gesturing for his secretary to grab the items, Muulsh turns, and departs, bodyguards and secretary in tow.
Seeing that the pretty elf woman is gone, Tristan makes for the nearest sewer grate and disappears into the darkness.
..until the next morning.
A young boy, about 12 or 14, walks through the Bazaar. He enters a small out-of-the-way shop and enters when he thinks no one is looking. An hour later, he walks out. His black leather armor is now studded with black opals. There is one on his chest, helm, upper and lower arms, uppern and lower legs, each foot and the back of each hand. No long after that he starts to explore the Bazzar.
