The Bazaar of the Bizarre


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Db3's Narrator wrote:
Tristan the Waif wrote:
On the dawn of the morning, a young waif scampers out from blind duck alley. He scans the streets of the Bazaar searching for his next meal.

Walking through the Bazaar, a young boy spies the waif, and 'drops' a coin , and continues walking. As he walks past it, he spies something shiny in the razed house.

Can Lk go for the shiny left in the burned down house?

Tristan sees the coin fall onto the street and quickly approaches it. His eyes brigten in good fortune. He scoops the coin with his fingers and scampers off towards the closest tavern. This coin would make for a day's breakfast. Maybe he can sleep in a real bed or loft tonight at the Ranger and the Dryad.

Opening a new thread, a tavern within the Bazaar, called the Ranger and the Dryad.


The figure hesitates.
"Sorry, I can't tell you. Suffice to say, I'm no enemy of yours. I'm keeping an eye on that girl over there."


Reasonable to assume that Muulsh will settle on some exorbitant price for the stars? I'm going to assume so and we can do a flashback to settle things if there's any need.

Arielle skipped out of the shop, her great-great-grandfather clutching her hand tightly to keep her from getting away from him again. She hummed to herself happily, an eerily familiar tune. She was glad to have more pieces of mommy. If things kept going this well she'd have her mommy back very, very soon. She could feel one last piece here in this place and led her grandpa towards the edge of the bazaar where she could hear another star singing.


Arielle wrote:

Reasonable to assume that Muulsh will settle on some exorbitant price for the stars? I'm going to assume so and we can do a flashback to settle things if there's any need.

Oh yeah, money is always good

Muulsh calls merrily to the small girl and her grandfather as they leave his shop

A pleasure meeting you both! Please come again!

And it most certainly was.. He thought with barely-hid glee

He ducks back inside and closes and locks his door. A muttered word causes arcane runes in the lintel to glow momentarily

Spoiler:
The shop is now warded quite efficiently from most magics

He approaches his counter, almost shivering with anticipation. On the black velvet drape that had once held the interesting trinket stones there now gleamed a pile of precious stones.

Diamonds, rubies, sapphires, emeralds and a halfdozen other types of stones lie in a heap, twinkling. Muulsh's eyes open wide as he screws a jeweler's loupe into his left eye and squints at his new treasures.

Flawless ... flawless He mutters

His mind is ablaze at the fortune the elder elemental had carelessly dropped on his counter.

A king's ransom ... two king's ransoms ... It's amazing .. He mutters as he feverishly inspects the pile of finely-cut gems.


.... wrote:

The figure hesitates.

"Sorry, I can't tell you. Suffice to say, I'm no enemy of yours. I'm keeping an eye on that girl over there."

*Lk looks at the stranger suspiciously, then thanks him again and dashes after Arielle to give her the shiny he found.*

"Excuse me, I think this is yours." He holds up the shiny.


Little Kiba wrote:
.... wrote:

The figure hesitates.

"Sorry, I can't tell you. Suffice to say, I'm no enemy of yours. I'm keeping an eye on that girl over there."

*Lk looks at the stranger suspiciously, then thanks him again and dashes after Arielle to give her the shiny he found.*

"Excuse me, I think this is yours." He holds up the shiny.

Arielle's face lights up with joy as she takes the star from him. "Oh, thank you so much for bringing me the shiny!" she exclaims, holding it close to her and humming a strange tune. The shiny seems to sing along with her. After a minute she puts it into her pouch and turns to the elder air elemental.

"That was the last one here, Grandpa."


"Um, would you mind if I helped you look for more shinies?""


Little Kiba wrote:
"Um, would you mind if I helped you look for more shinies?""

"I wouldn't mind," she said cheerily. "Would it be alright, Grandpa?"


"Hmmmm. Perhaps. Do your parents know where you are, child? I would not wish to cause them worry."


Azuri'ith wrote:
"Hmmmm. Perhaps. Do your parents know where you are, child? I would not wish to cause them worry."

"I'm sorta what you'd call a 'lone wolf'. I don't know who my mom is and I don't really know my dad."


Little Kiba wrote:
Azuri'ith wrote:
"Hmmmm. Perhaps. Do your parents know where you are, child? I would not wish to cause them worry."
"I'm sorta what you'd call a 'lone wolf'. I don't know who my mom is and I don't really know my dad."

"Very well, then. You may accompany us. Which way next, Arielle?"


Arielle stands and looks around for a while a frown of concentration on her face. At last the frown clears.
"That way," she says pointing across the sand in the direction of the Sanctum of the Sun. "There are more pieces in that direction."


"Cool! Um, how are we going to get there?"
Lk begins to look between Arielle and Azuri'ith.


Little Kiba wrote:

"Cool! Um, how are we going to get there?"

Lk begins to look between Arielle and Azuri'ith.

hmmm...Jackapult?


Little Kiba wrote:

"Cool! Um, how are we going to get there?"

Lk begins to look between Arielle and Azuri'ith.

Azuri'ith chuckles. "Why, I will carry you. I am quite capable of lifting a couple of children without straining myself. Here," he reaches out an arm for the boy. Arielle has already climbed on to one of Azuri'ith's shoulders.

Shadow Lodge

Jack Hammer wrote:
Little Kiba wrote:

"Cool! Um, how are we going to get there?"

Lk begins to look between Arielle and Azuri'ith.
hmmm...Jackapult?

He does have damage reduction and falling damage caps at 10d6, so sure why not? ;p


Azuri'ith wrote:
Little Kiba wrote:

"Cool! Um, how are we going to get there?"

Lk begins to look between Arielle and Azuri'ith.
Azuri'ith chuckles. "Why, I will carry you. I am quite capable of lifting a couple of children without straining myself. Here," he reaches out an arm for the boy. Arielle has already climbed on to one of Azuri'ith's shoulders.

He is going to be carried by a creature made of air...

"It's been so long since I last flew...."
Lk quickly scambles up Azuri'ith' arm and holds of firmly.
"Okay, I'm ready!"

Gotta go, RL game beckons!


Little Kiba wrote:


He is going to be carried by a creature made of air...

"It's been so long since I last flew...."
Lk quickly scambles up Azuri'ith' arm and holds of firmly.
"Okay, I'm ready!"

Gotta go, RL game beckons!

Have fun!

Arielle giggles. "You've flown before? Don't you just love it? I only flew for the first time two days ago. Of course, I was only born three days ago."


I fly all the time....especially after I've had some shrooms.


A gnome in motley frantically scours the stalls and booths of the market, searching desperately for something. He can occasonally be heard to repeat the same phrase over and over again.
Must find shiny for the master.... Muster find shiny for the master...


A necromancer called Cardden, a practitioner of the twisted side of the arcane arts, browses the stalls at a more leisurely pace, seeking for one of the magical curiousities he has heard rumour of recently.


As night starts to draw in, the gnome leaves the bazaar in an obvious state of panic, having furnished himself with powerful divinational tools at great expense...


Chance Encounter wrote:

A necromancer called Cardden, a practitioner of the twisted side of the arcane arts, browses the stalls at a more leisurely pace, seeking for one of the magical curiousities he has heard rumour of recently.

Eventually the necromancer concludes his search for the day, having drawn a complete blank. He has, however, gathered interesting information regarding a number of other seekers after the stars.

He leaves word with several of the most likely merchants as to where and how he can be contacted, should any further stars show up at the bazaar and retires for the night.


Little Kiba wrote:
Azuri'ith wrote:
Little Kiba wrote:

"Cool! Um, how are we going to get there?"

Lk begins to look between Arielle and Azuri'ith.
Azuri'ith chuckles. "Why, I will carry you. I am quite capable of lifting a couple of children without straining myself. Here," he reaches out an arm for the boy. Arielle has already climbed on to one of Azuri'ith's shoulders.

"It's been so long since I last flew...."

Lk quickly scambles up Azuri'ith' arm and holds of firmly.
"Okay, I'm ready!"

We're of to see the Sanctum! The wonderfull Sanctum of Sunny!

Shadow Lodge

logging off.


Little Kiba wrote:


We're of to see the Sanctum! The wonderfull Sanctum of Sunny!

And he didn't even think it was that weird that she told him she was only three days old :)

Shadow Lodge

lynora wrote:
Little Kiba wrote:


We're of to see the Sanctum! The wonderfull Sanctum of Sunny!

And he didn't even think it was that weird that she told him she was only three days old :)

He is being carried by a creature formed of air and you expect him to listen to everything?


After a good night's rest, Cardden settles his bills and departs the Bazaar, taking the pair of shield-guardian golems he had left guarding his inn room with him as he goes.


Eventually, half a dozen cultists gather in the ruins of the house, as darkness falls upon the bazaar, and the next time that she returns, they make the mistake of attacking the elven woman.


From out of nowhere, a hunting spear comes and whirls. Five of the cultists die within an instant. The last is pinned against a wall, badly injured.
At last, the elven woman smiles, her teeth pale in the gathering dark. It seems like I've been waiting for ages for someone like you to turn up to hopefully answer me some questions. Let's go home, shall we, and you can talk to me about some interesting things...
In a swirl of deeper darkness, woman, spear, and man are gone, leaving only five corpses and the spreading pools of blood in the ruins of the house.
The spear that slew those five men is going to make it impossible even for servants of the Eldest Elemental Evils to get any answers out of them via divination or dead-raising magic - although the Eldest Elemental Evils are likely to recognise as such the signature as ND's.


Sudden and mysterious, the swathed and turban-wearing traders from Leng arrive in the early hours of the morning whilst it is still dark, and set up stalls, which trade various trinkets and other more valuable items to anyone who happens to be on the streets. With them, they bring a handful of stars, from the Realms of Dream. They sell these latter only to the wealthiest of buyers, and often only for unique items or promises of difficult services.


Word soon spreads to the inn where Prince Azran is keeping watch over Aritha, regarding the appearance of the traders from Leng in the streets. He calls in some favours from a local merchant, and sends him along to investigate.


The Denizens of Leng sell one star to a grim-faced man who hosts gladiatoral contests, and who thinks that it will make a suitable prize for the winner(s) in his next series of arena clashes.
If anyone else wants to run with this one, there could be some fun here, with someone entering to have to fight through to the final to 'win' the star. Simple cash or valuables might not be of interest to bribe this man to part with the star - all he's interested in is putting on a big show, and he reckons that if someone is wealthy enough to offer a large bribe that they're wealthy enough to send a really good champion along to fight for their claim, too.


A politician who once made a foolish pact with an arch-devil obtains another star, for the price of a unique dragon-claw wand; he hopes that such a star may be sufficient to buy his soul back from the fiends.


Prince Azran's contact returns from the visit to the denizens, a bewildered expression on his face, and a strange brooch/talisman fashioned in the shape of a holy symbol of the mother of monsters with a star set in it as the 'third eye' with him. He recounts his news, hands over the brooch, and departs.


Dinnertime! Away from keyboard for maybe upto half an hour here (unless anyone else gets in and bags the computer after dinner)...


Charles Evans 25 wrote:

Dinnertime! Away from keyboard for maybe upto half an hour here (unless anyone else gets in and bags the computer after dinner)...

Well phooey... ;)


Chance Encounter wrote:

The Denizens of Leng sell one star to a grim-faced man who hosts gladiatoral contests, and who thinks that it will make a suitable prize for the winner(s) in his next series of arena clashes.

If anyone else wants to run with this one, there could be some fun here, with someone entering to have to fight through to the final to 'win' the star. Simple cash or valuables might not be of interest to bribe this man to part with the star - all he's interested in is putting on a big show, and he reckons that if someone is wealthy enough to offer a large bribe that they're wealthy enough to send a really good champion along to fight for their claim, too.

"Hmmm..."


Baaack! (For now.) With regard to an earlier post, I assume it will take the politician 72 hours to try to weasel an appointment with his infernal creditors, so prompt action (and an offer which a politician with his soul at stake will take) should be no cause for a problem there. I'm introducing some situations here where approaches of simply 'we'll buy it/find it/ask for it nicely' won't work in a relatively safe environment, since some of the players down the road will be much harder to bargain with.
Edit:
And someone might like to convince the traders from Leng to stop selling these things at the Bazaar for now otherwise they will be back with more...


Charles Evans 25 wrote:

Baaack! (For now.) With regard to an earlier post, I assume it will take the politician 72 hours to try to weasel an appointment with his infernal creditors, so prompt action (and an offer which a politician with his soul at stake will take) should be no cause for a problem there. I'm introducing some situations here where approaches of simply 'we'll buy it/find it/ask for it nicely' won't work in a relatively safe environment, since some of the players down the road will be much harder to bargain with.

Edit:
And someone might like to convince the traders from Leng to stop selling these things at the Bazaar for now otherwise they will be back with more...

Or convince them to sell them to one single source of our choosing...then they can come back all they want :)


'Just add this to the font of holy water in the chapel in your village, and it will cure even the most devestating of plagues.', the trader from Leng promises a paladin of Sarenrae as a star exchanges hands. 'It is a relic of the goddess Lynora-Jill, who died fighting a host of undead, and it should be just the thing that you need to deal with that curse. And my thanks for taking care of that Thassilonian problem...'


The Dalesman wrote:
Charles Evans 25 wrote:

Baaack! (For now.) With regard to an earlier post, I assume it will take the politician 72 hours to try to weasel an appointment with his infernal creditors, so prompt action (and an offer which a politician with his soul at stake will take) should be no cause for a problem there. I'm introducing some situations here where approaches of simply 'we'll buy it/find it/ask for it nicely' won't work in a relatively safe environment, since some of the players down the road will be much harder to bargain with.

Edit:
And someone might like to convince the traders from Leng to stop selling these things at the Bazaar for now otherwise they will be back with more...
Or convince them to sell them to one single source of our choosing...then they can come back all they want :)

When it comes to business we find that unless secrecy requires otherwise that the best policy is to completely cut out the middleman - and sometimes not just figuratively, but literally, too.


Denizen of Leng wrote:

When it comes to business we find that unless secrecy requires otherwise that the best policy is to completely cut out the middleman - and sometimes not just figuratively, but literally, too.

Depends on whether or not the one buyer offers a sufficiently sweet deal. Business is business after all ;P


Bad news, dear, the Prince addresses Aritha. *She* hasn't been making so much of an effort to find me these past few days since she's been trying to figure out what the latest plot by the horrors beyond are. A few hours ago she captured one of their servants, who knew the name and location of another, and by the time that she was finished with extracting information she had a pretty good idea of what they're upto. And it's not a direct threat against her Realm or sovereignty.


A sellsword exits the Ranger and the Dryad with no due haste. A harsh man of many adventures and campaigns, judging by armor, gear, and face, but his demeanor is bright, good humored, and inquisitive. He makes his way down the Bazaar's throughway, looking and eyeing the goods and services merchants provide. Curious, he retrieves a token off the ground, near an abandoned stall. A star token, curious, he has never seen anything like it.


Her eyes are dark with foreboding. That means she more attention free now to hunt for you, darling?


I'm afraid that it looks that way, dear. I wish I had more information on what her current priorities are; but I could hardly risk going to see the traders to ask myself, since some of them are likely reporting to *her*.
A couple of the other traders who serve your goddess got together, obtained one of these stars which there seems to be fuss about, and acting on instructions made this which they send to you. Apparently you'll know what to do with it.
He passes her the holy symbol of Lamashtu brooch/talisman.


She examines the items and makes a face. Yes, I believe I do darling. It's an awful responsibility though. I don't know if I'll be able to keep up with you if you're on the move though.


Well we'll head out of this place to perhaps somewhere slightly safer for you, and discuss this further.
He helps her, still somewhat weary as she is from her glutting of herself at the Carnival, from the bed, and downstairs. He settles the bill, and presently they leave the Bazaar.


The party from the Eyrie arrive at the Bazaar.

"Lead on, little lady."

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