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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Feb 19, 2008 20:23:57 GMT -5
Wraith returns some time later after her recent excursion through the other tents, her eyes filled with wonder, and her mind with questions. First and foremost, as she pondered the nature of her recently acquired spell formulae, the energy planes themselves. If indeed she intended to work with this energy, tried to tap and harness it somehow, she'd need information on how the planes themselves worked, and their portal keys.
She carefully picks her way through the crowd of onlookers, politely excusing herself everytime she bumps into someone, or steps on toes- or tail - finding a gap near the tables, and calls out to the nearest sales clerk.
"Excuseme basher, I was wondering if you could help me, please. I'm in search of information, and Necromantic spell formulae of the Second and Third Houses."
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Post by exile on Feb 19, 2008 20:38:07 GMT -5
The tent flap parted to admit a black-robed aasimar wearing the sign of the Bleak Cabal prominently over his left breast. Though the Madman wore a pack over his shoulders, he carried no obvious weapon. For a moment he stood paralyzed in the entryway, a subtle smile playing across his features as the dim light and raucous noise from without spilled into the brazier lit interior around his sturdy frame. Sparing a nod for the peery-eyed Mercykillers who looked upon him with mixed suspicion and disdain, he plunged into the throng of cutters, berks and crosstraders looking to turn a coin on arcane formulae and perhaps unattended purse strings.
When the ebb and flow of the traders brought him up against the counter at last, Hadrian caught the eye of one of the society members and flagged him over with a friendly wave of his gloved hand. Extricating a scroll from amidst the folds of his robes, he offered it to the man.
“I have need of these formulae, cutter. I will purchase as many as I can afford today. Which among them can be acquired here?”
The scroll was a simple alphabetized listing, sorted by house and written in a short, concise hand. It read as follows:
Formulae of the first house:
Expeditious Retreat
Floating Disk
Shocking Grasp
Formulae of the second house:
Alter Self
Blur
False Life
Gateward
Mirror Image
Portal Alarm
Invisibility
Protection from Arrows
Scorching Ray
See Invisibility
Spider Climb
Touch of Idiocy
Warp Sense
Formulae of the third house:
Acidic Blast
Displacement
Fireball
Fly
Gaseous Form
Greater Mage Armor
Haste
Heroism
Lightning Bolt
Magic Weapon, Greater
Protection from Energy
Tongues
(OOC: the above list is drawn from the Open Source Document for the d20 system and from Planewalker’s Handbook with the exception of Greater Mage Armor which can be found in the 3rd edition source Spell Compendium.)
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Feb 19, 2008 23:31:35 GMT -5
Wraith turns her head slightly toward the door, massaging a slight pain that had developed in her neck. She didn't sleep well the night before, waking up with assorted aches and pains. But, what was new these days? She starts to turn back to the sales clerk, obviously too busy with another customer to address her this time, when something catches her eye.
Movements by the door, and a black cloaked figure dominating the entrance. But it wasn't his face, nor his attire that caught her eye. The symbol apon his breast - the blazon of the Bleak Cabal - swam into view, dominating her vision, until that was all she saw; and with it, the painful memory of her son.
Like Ahinabura, maybe he too worked with the orphans and might know something? I was worth a shot. What did she have to lose?
My heart, and my sanity. She thought darkly, and shoved the thoughts aside, before they could take root.
Pushing away from the counter, the black robed Dustman carefully pushes through the crowd - some even part to make way for her, apprehensive and a little fearful of the Dead's foreboding presence - and moves into position close to the Madman.
She pretends to be examining something some curious trinket or another on the table, and stifles a tired yawn. A gauzy veil of darkest grey hangs over her face, concealing her features for the most part, save for the silvered purple flash of her eyes.
"Excuse me, basher. I mean no disrespect, but you are of the Cabal, are you not?" She hesitates, wondering if he may've heard her. It did seem a rather absurd thing to say. Steeling herself with a steady breath, she pressed on nonetheless. "I don't mean to pry, but would you be one of those cutters who works with the orphans? I'm looking for my missing child. He was... taken from me." She turns away, carefully dabbing away the tear that limns her amethyst eye.
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Post by Stix on Feb 20, 2008 4:18:25 GMT -5
The githzerai clerk welcomes Xianna to his workstation with a mirthless nod. " Speak your request, basher." “ I have need of these formulae, cutter. I will purchase as many as I can afford today. Which among them can be acquired here?” " These are mostly easy finds, cutter," says the half-elven aide. " For... seven hundred fifty and a day's time to assemble it, I can fill this order." "Excuse me, basher. I mean no disrespect, but you are of the Cabal, are you not?" She hesitates, wondering if he may've heard her. It did seem a rather absurd thing to say. Steeling herself with a steady breath, she pressed on nonetheless. "I don't mean to pry, but would you be one of those cutters who works with the orphans? I'm looking for my missing child. He was... taken from me." She turns away, carefully dabbing away the tear that limns her amethyst eye. The Madman reacts with revulsion when Wraith addresses him. " Sod off," the Bleaker says with a peery sneer, dropping his hands to his belt to secure his belongings. (Let's not screw with space-time by introducing ourselves before we introduced ourselves, please.  Also, remember: if you're returning later, start a new thread with a new time stamp.) |
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Post by exile on Feb 20, 2008 8:53:08 GMT -5
(  sorry wraith)Without a further thought for the imploring Dustwoman, Hadrian turns back to the business at hand. “ Seven-hundred-fifty, eh cutter?” he exclaims with a low whistle. “ I must confess, I wasn’t expecting you to have everything available. Well lets start with these…” The aasimar begins running through the list item by item with the half-elven aide in semi-conspiratorial tones. At last satisfied with his selection, he steps back and inquires: “ Now that’s a fair bit of jink crossing your palm. I don’t suppose the society might be willing to cut a good customer a deal? I’ll be needing some spell keys for Pandemonium, if’n that could be arranged?” (OOC: I’ll send my selection via PM and tally up the cost)
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Post by artemis on Feb 20, 2008 9:44:06 GMT -5
The githzerai clerk welcomes Xianna to his workstation with a mirthless nod. " Speak your request, basher." "Not sure," she replies. "Something offensive, that a poor berk won't see coming" She slyly grins at the clerk, and her eyes flash red. " Maybe something to enhance a weapon attack, got anything sneaky, offensive, and barely noticeable?" |
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Feb 22, 2008 5:37:38 GMT -5
[OOC: No probs. I'll keep that in mind in the future. ] IC: Wraith turns away with a snort of disgust, and a slight hurt expression, but truthfully, could she expect any better? She was a tiefling who wore the colours of the Dead: at best she'd be received with some respect and fear. At worst... Needless to say, the Bleaker's reaction - though a little surprising. Weren't they supposed to be the most selfless sods in the Cage? - was mild compared to how she'd been treated before. Straightening herself, and tilting her head high, she strides off stiffly; again causing a scattered few in the crowd to reluctantly shuffle aside for her. Whether it be fear of leprosy, or Death itself, being Dead had a few minor advantages. |
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Post by Stix on Feb 22, 2008 11:09:14 GMT -5
Without a further thought for the imploring Dustwoman, Hadrian turns back to the business at hand. “ Seven-hundred-fifty, eh cutter?” he exclaims with a low whistle. “ I must confess, I wasn’t expecting you to have everything available. Well lets start with these…” The attendant grins. " We've got damn near every spell in the multiverse, basher -- more than a man could ever learn in five lifetimes." The aasimar begins running through the list item by item with the half-elven aide in semi-conspiratorial tones. At last satisfied with his selection, he steps back and inquires: “ Now that’s a fair bit of jink crossing your palm. I don’t suppose the society might be willing to cut a good customer a deal? I’ll be needing some spell keys for Pandemonium, if’n that could be arranged?” The half-elf lets slip some good-humored laughter. " Sorry, basher; I mean no offense -- I've just heard too many spellslingers today either begging for handouts or trying to talk even more out of us than our eighty-percent discount. You should've been here for those sodding Takers twenty minutes ago!" He smirks and shakes his head. " The time and resources we've spent on a day like this... every sale we make out of this tent is taking us for a loss." (Apologies, it slipped my mind during the first reply: I don't have access to the Spell Compendium, so Greater Mage Armor is a no-go for the time being.) "Not sure," she replies. "Something offensive, that a poor berk won't see coming" She slyly grins at the clerk, and her eyes flash red. " Maybe something to enhance a weapon attack, got anything sneaky, offensive, and barely noticeable?" " That can be arranged. Two spells come to mind: the first, a divination giving insight into an opponent's weaknesses; the second, a minor enchantment that can be laid upon a weapon. For twenty gold pieces, they're both yours." |
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Post by artemis on Feb 22, 2008 17:13:09 GMT -5
Xianna grins, mulling over the effects and the price in her head. Aw, I'm in a hurry and I'm too tired to haggle.
"Yeah, that'll do, it's a deal." She opens her coin pouch to count out the jink.
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Post by exile on Feb 23, 2008 13:13:32 GMT -5
The aasimar nodded and offered a reciprocal smile. “No offense is taken, cutter. We’ll start with the subset we’ve discussed then and perhaps I’ll come ‘round for more.”
Hadrian fished out a fat purse full of coins, loosened the drawstrings and counted out a large sum of jink. When he was done, the pouch looked considerably less full.
“This ought to cover it,” he said as he handed over the coins.
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Post by Stix on Mar 1, 2008 21:57:28 GMT -5
Xianna grins, mulling over the effects and the price in her head. Aw, I'm in a hurry and I'm too tired to haggle."Yeah, that'll do, it's a deal." She opens her coin pouch to count out the jink. The githzerai jabs another runner with a knobby finger and points brusquely toward the building. " Lesser Weapon Enchantment and True Strike, on the double." After a few minutes of waiting, the bedraggled clerk hands over two scroll cases and exchanges them for the appropriate funds. " Will there be anything else?" The aasimar nodded and offered a reciprocal smile. “ No offense is taken, cutter. We’ll start with the subset we’ve discussed then and perhaps I’ll come ‘round for more.” Hadrian fished out a fat purse full of coins, loosened the drawstrings and counted out a large sum of jink. When he was done, the pouch looked considerably less full. “ This ought to cover it,” he said as he handed over the coins. " We'll be seeing you tomorrow, cutter," the half-elf says with an appreciative nod. " Good to do business with you." |
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Post by artemis on Mar 2, 2008 15:56:43 GMT -5
"Yes, maybe some sort of healing..... and some sort of protective armor spell, if ya got em? In fact, any good but cheap spells you mighr have. She waits, looking around at the other patrons.
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Post by Stix on Mar 4, 2008 13:21:44 GMT -5
"Yes, maybe some sort of healing..... and some sort of protective armor spell, if ya got em? In fact, any good but cheap spells you mighr have. She waits, looking around at the other patrons. " That's quite a lot," the githzerai says blandly, " and I don't 'twig to' the idea of you -- or anyone else -- 'banging around' here all day." Clenching his jaw for a moment to stay his tongue, the clerk continues with halting, forced courtesy. " If the Society ever discovers an effective healing spell, it will likely be kept proprietary for decades, if not centuries, before release to the general public. The closest equivalent I can provide for you is False Life, a necromantic spell of the second house which provides a temporary 'cushion' of life energy. We do also have the spells Armor and Shield readily available." |
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Post by artemis on Mar 4, 2008 23:23:27 GMT -5
"That'll do cutter," she says indignantly. "That'll do". She grabs her purchased spells, and damn near does a pirouette, exiting the spell tent
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Also, remember: if you're returning later, start a new thread with a new time stamp.)
sorry wraith)