H130, Day 255, 2 AP (Gl'Fnak, Open)

[TheGratefulNed]

Table 2

• a two-handed scimitar with a gold-tinted blade, studded with emerald and onyx along the inside curve
  
• a handsomely-made longsword wrought from a matte, silvery-blue steel, set with two black oblong-cut jewels in the crossguard and a third in the pommel

Table 3

• a pattern-welded falchion, crude and savage-looking; its weld marks appear like pained, screaming faces

Gl'Fnak approaches the Armory early in the afternoon, cowl up and grey cloak wrapped around him to keep the murky Sigilian rain mostly off of his face and equipment. Walking on to the selling floor, the tiefling makes a quick circuit around before zeroing in on a cluster of three tables with some particularly nice looking weapons. Once inside, he swings his cloak back over his shoulders and lowers the hood of his cowl, letting one hand rest on the pommel of the scimitar at his waist.

As he draws nearer the tables, he heads for the middle one first, looking between the great scimitar and the longsword, he inquires of the Sinker behind the blades, "what can you tell me of these two swords?"

[TheGratefulNed]

((Just noticed you only listed things that fell within John's proficiencies. Is there anything in either the 'crossbows' or 'slings/projectiles' categories available here?))

[Stix]

(Nothing magical.)

A hairless tiefling Sinker with skin like dry, cracked leather greets Gl'Fnak across the table. "The big one was made by pech slaves on Quasielemental Mineral, and enchanted to the third degree by their dao slavers. Sixteen thousand.

"The other is an Astral blade from Zess' Forge, enchanted to the second degree, never used. Nine thousand."

[TheGratefulNed]

Jul 24, 2008 23:14:50 GMT -5 Stix said:

"The other is an Astral blade from Zess' Forge, enchanted to the second degree, never used. Nine thousand."

Gl'Fnak's rough looking coal-black eyes roll casually down to the longsword and then back toward the Sinker. Loosening the curved steel at his waist from its scabbard, the Cipher gently draws the scimitar and holds it up so the other tiefling can inspect its patterned blade. "A howling scimitar, enchanted to the second degree on Pandemonium," he states simply with a pointed arching of his pierced brow.

[TheGratefulNed]

Giving his blade a few quick swings through the air so its screeching properties can be heard. Gl'Fnak begins bartering, "the howling scimitar and 250 platinum pieces for the astral blade."

[Stix]

"That sounds fair to me," says the tiefling, not bothering to haggle. "I'll get one of our spellslingers to take a closer look."

(The Doomguard will identify the sword for verification purposes and, finding it to their liking, make the trade.)

[TheGratefulNed]

Gl'Fnak waits calmly until the spellslinger arrives. He offers the newly-arrived Sinker the hilt of his scimitar and stands patiently while the identification is carried out. Once the Doomguards seem satisfied that the wickedly curved blade is what he claimed, the Baatorian removes its scabbard from his waist and hands it to the tiefling minding the table. With his ever-present grin, Gl'Fnak opens a belt pouch and withdraws a large handful of platinum coins; he counts these into stacks of ten each, ultimately making twenty-five such stacks on the table between himself and the Sinker. After they're stacked, the Cipher genlty pushes the stacks across the table and lifts the Astral-forged sword. "Believe well, cutter," he says with a nod.

Turning abruptly on one green-shod hoof, he walks slowly toward the exit while buckling the new scabbard at his hip. Once he reaches the doors, the Cipher pauses momentarily to raise his hood and draw his cloak about himself again.