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Post by Tllith on Oct 19, 2009 18:31:31 GMT -5
John blinks at Tllith, then says "No, just one soul. I don't trade in those. Too difficult to acquire and the people who want them aren't liable to let you make much in the way of profit." Tllith blinks back, mostly sure that John's making some kind of joke and utterly sure that she's not getting it. So she laughs a bit anyways, to make sure everyone knows that she really did get it like a sophisticated little lizard. Then she flomps the ground with her tail and proclaims, "I'm sure it's a very shiny soul!" |
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Post by Wavyhill on Oct 19, 2009 18:54:14 GMT -5
Sirocco selects the silver javelin.
"They call these stingers in Sigil. Gives a fiend a right nasty jolt!"
"Be careful around the Bebilith, don't want to accidentally nick it with one of these."
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Post by exile on Oct 19, 2009 20:00:29 GMT -5
Hadrian stares back at the collection of silvered weapons impassively. It mattered little which relic was left for him in the end, as his hands were best kept occupied with the intricacies of his Art. He waited for the others to take their pick, but offered a word of thanks to the devote who had seen fit to deliver the bundle to them.
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Post by Tllith on Oct 19, 2009 20:23:38 GMT -5
Tllith looks at the weapons, which are sharp and dangerous beautiful to her, and then at her forepaws, which are just as sharp and just as dangerous and not nearly so beautiful to her. "I can't use those ... I wonder if I can bite a fiend? ... but they're very nice. Can I carry them back to the monastery after we're done? 'cause they're the monastery's weapons really."
Always thinking of her hoard, like a good dragonet.
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Post by Shadow on Oct 19, 2009 21:59:42 GMT -5
Aside from a thoughtful nod to the Bariaur and a hesitant, "It's a thought..." the half-elf is content to wait for the conversation to wind down, remaining deep in thought while listening to both the talking and the music. When the weapons are laid out, he snorts. "If a fiend gets close enough t' hit with most o' those, it's far too close."
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Post by john on Oct 20, 2009 15:59:36 GMT -5
"I have not paid for these, so they are in your care, Tllith, unless others would wish to use the remainder, for I will not. Besides, I've got my own blades, and they're quite sufficient to the task."
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Post by TheGratefulNed on Oct 20, 2009 16:16:50 GMT -5
While the others are conversing, the Cipher scans the fields ahead of them looking for their scouts. After a moment he sees the lanky elf's silhouette stop at the crest of a hill and can then discern the other tiefling just catching up to him.
Gl'Fnak steps forward, dips down and grabs the sickle in one fluid motion. After testing its heft and balance, he tucks the silvery weapon's handle into his belt with the blade turned out away from his hip. Silently he steps back to the rear of the group and waits for the others to continue on the way.
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Post by Stix on Oct 20, 2009 22:19:35 GMT -5
(Okay: Jocyl's got the shortsword, Sirocco's got the light javelin, and Gl'Fnak's got the sickle. Once we determine the fate of the throwing knife, the hatchet and the gunsen, we're good for the next scene.)
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Post by exile on Oct 20, 2009 22:51:37 GMT -5
(Well, Hadrian isn't specced to use ANY of them, but then again I can't imagine any of the PCs out there know how to use a warfan, so if I'm going to be useless I might as well be useless with a useless weapon. Who knows, maybe some spell calls for a silver fan as a material component.)
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Post by john on Oct 21, 2009 0:11:29 GMT -5
John will gather up the rest and say, loudly, "If anyone wants the rest, just ask me, they're not mine, after all, but I'll carry them until someone claims them."
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Post by artemis on Oct 21, 2009 7:56:08 GMT -5
(I suppose Xianna would take the throwing knife,....but she's not there, she's panting atop the hill.  ) |
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Post by john on Oct 21, 2009 8:40:04 GMT -5
(John will give it to her later if she wants, I was just moving the scene along.)
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