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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Jul 22, 2008 2:10:54 GMT -5
Opening the door to the sound of a ringing bell, Wraith enters the cluttered shop, and pauses until her eyes adjust to the dim interior lighting. The day was unusually bright, or so it seemed to the tiefling woman when she awoke bleary-eyed that morning. She hadn't slept well. Night-terrors haunted her sleep, and lingered well after first light. It was all the same theme, too; the same frightful images invading her sleep since that first night, just over a week ago.
Shaking her head, Wraith plunges deeper into the shop, circumventing the clustered bins and overflowing shelves, until she comes within sight of the counter, and display cases. A'Kin, the smiling Arcanoloth proprieter, didn't seem to be anywhere in sight.
No matter. The bell should alert him that he had another customer.
In the meantime, Wraith amused herself perusing the various objects littering the shelves, even returning to the bin where last she saw that violin. If Fate should smile upon her today, she would make two purchases - one a necessity, the other because it produced pleasant feelings of nostalgia - and she would sell something she'd carried in her possession long enough...
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Post by Stix on Jul 27, 2008 6:38:53 GMT -5
"Welcome back," says A'kin as he crosses the threshold from the stockroom, toting his ever-present silver tea tray. "Nightfall tea?" he offers.
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Jul 27, 2008 9:51:59 GMT -5
" Welcome back," says A'kin as he crosses the threshold from the stockroom, toting his ever-present silver tea tray. " Nightfall tea?" he offers. Wraith says pleasantly, and accepts the profered tea-cup. Raising the dark libation to her lips, she samples the hot brew and shudders; the taste wasn't quite what she expected. "Actually I'm here for three things," She begins once the aftertaste passes, and takes another dainty sip. "I'm looking for a high quality set of surgeon's tools - bonesaws, scalpels, lancets, needles, clamps, and so forth - and a medicine kit with a couple doses of acid, and laudanum for numbing pain. Also, I have these I'd like to sell..." Setting her teacup aside on the silver tray, she opens her satchel, rummages through it's contents for a few minutes, then finally withdraws two cloth wrapped bundles. Unwrapping the objects unveils the grotesque silver form of Hrugekk and his mace-like holy symbol. |
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Post by Stix on Aug 11, 2008 22:49:47 GMT -5
"Religious art from the tunnels of Pandemonium, wrought by a demented fanatic," says the arcanaloth, turning the leering idol over in his hands. "A rare find; it shouldn't be hard to find a buyer. I'm prepared to offer you two hundred fifty gold pieces for the pair of them."
He finishes admiring the two pieces after a few spare moments, adding, "Regrettably, I'm not one to carry surgical implements, but I could acquire them for you. Analgesics, narcotics, and the like are easy enough to come by.
"I have yet to hear of a chirurgeon's kit that includes acid," he says with a twist of a faint, knowing smile, "but I could acquire that as well, given enough time. What say I give you two hundred for these, and you come back in a week for your kit?"
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Aug 12, 2008 10:47:15 GMT -5
Wraith lifts the dainty teacup for another sip and considers A'kin's offer. It was certainly quite generous. She didn't expect the statues to be worth that much. "Deal." She says with an appreciative nod. "I'll be back in a week to collect the kit.
Now how much extra will it cost for analgestics and narcotics, and how quickly are you able to obtain them?" She frowns thoughtfully, sipping the dark libation. "There's a few other items I'm looking for, and this seemed like the best place to obtain them. A drug or a potion that can enhance the senses, something to lower pain tolerance, a perfume to compliment my unpleasant scent - it's never made a good impression - and some absinthe, preferably lower planar, if you keep any in stock. I hear it's... quite the experience..." Wraith looks out the dusty window then, at the steady stream of traffic ambling by. Her voice trails off to a soft whisper, as though she's speaking more to herself than the bespectacled Arcanoloth. Time's are changing, existence a constant state of flux. It's time I stepped outside the old and familiar, and embraced something new.. She muses. [ooc: when Wraith's kit is due to arrive, what date would that be exactly? Day 234, or the following day?  ] |
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Post by Stix on Aug 23, 2008 21:11:47 GMT -5
Now how much extra will it cost for analgestics and narcotics, and how quickly are you able to obtain them?" [/color] She frowns thoughtfully, sipping the dark libation.[/quote] " I had thought to include those. It would hardly do a patient any good to suffer shock from pain, after all," says the arcanaloth, sipping quietly. "There's a few other items I'm looking for, and this seemed like the best place to obtain them. A drug or a potion that can enhance the senses, something to lower pain tolerance, a perfume to compliment my unpleasant scent - it's never made a good impression - and some absinthe, preferably lower planar, if you keep any in stock. I hear it's... quite the experience..." Wraith looks out the dusty window then, at the steady stream of traffic ambling by. Her voice trails off to a soft whisper, as though she's speaking more to herself than the bespectacled Arcanoloth. " A perfume, I can do. For the rest, you may have better luck with the Gatehouse Night Market or even the Civic Festhall. I've heard tell of an absinthe from Pandemonium that drives the imbiber entirely barmy, but it's rare to come across, and expensive as Arborean wine." The fiend ducks into his storeroom, bringing out three vessels -- a crystal bottle with a mister, a corked clay bottle, and a silver jar. " I also have a magical alternative, available for three thousand gold pieces. These are essence of Oceanus, Bytopian almond oil, and carcene musk." [ooc: when Wraith's kit is due to arrive, what date would that be exactly? Day 234, or the following day? ] (Timekeeping in Sigil is an iffy thing. "A week" is five to ten days.) |
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Aug 25, 2008 23:00:19 GMT -5
Now how much extra will it cost for analgestics and narcotics, and how quickly are you able to obtain them?" [/color] She frowns thoughtfully, sipping the dark libation.[/quote] " I had thought to include those. It would hardly do a patient any good to suffer shock from pain, after all," says the arcanaloth, sipping quietly. [/quote] Wraith lowers her teacup, and idly scratches the back of her hand. "No, considering in my understanding, shock can kill a patient quicker than bloodloss." She murmurs, and sips her tea in silence. " A perfume, I can do. For the rest, you may have better luck with the Gatehouse Night Market or even the Civic Festhall. I've heard tell of an absinthe from Pandemonium that drives the imbiber entirely barmy, but it's rare to come across, and expensive as Arborean wine." She confesses with a nervous laugh, and lapses into silence again. She peers into the dark dwindling contents of her teacup. "It's more a curiosity, a fascination, a desire to know more about my heritage... and the Sensoriums would be a good place to start." Wraith mumbles more to herself than the arcanoloth. The fiend ducks into his storeroom, bringing out three vessels -- a crystal bottle with a mister, a corked clay bottle, and a silver jar. " I also have a magical alternative, available for three thousand gold pieces. These are essence of Oceanus, Bytopian almond oil, and carcene musk." Wraith watches the bespectacled fiend walk off again, and return with three perfume bottles. Her eyes light up with a mixture of fascination and delight as he lists off the fragrances' names. "Oh, no. A magical alterative would not be necessary, A'kin. Even if I had that kind of jink to spare, I couldn't justify spending it on fragrance. How much for these, or even just one?"(Timekeeping in Sigil is an iffy thing. "A week" is five to ten days.) No worries. Wraith will come back to see if her kit has arrived after about 7-8 days. |
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Post by Stix on Sept 13, 2008 6:07:20 GMT -5
"As odd as this may seem, I have given some thought to visiting the Festhall. In recent days I find myself drawn to the Lower Planes, though I most certainly would never visit any." She confesses with a nervous laugh, and lapses into silence again. She peers into the dark dwindling contents of her teacup. "It's more a curiosity, a fascination, a desire to know more about my heritage... and the Sensoriums would be a good place to start." Wraith mumbles more to herself than the arcanoloth. " Of course," A'kin replies, empathy in his tone. " Curiosities are a favorite pastime of mine; I more than understand." "Oh, no. A magical alterative would not be necessary, A'kin. Even if I had that kind of jink to spare, I couldn't justify spending it on fragrance. How much for these, or even just one?" " Fifty gold pieces for all three, if it please you. Twenty for one." |
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Sept 14, 2008 10:08:54 GMT -5
Wraith's eyes light up as the arcanoloth names his price for the three fragrances. It was less than she expected. Far less. And it was very rare that she ever treated herself with anything nice. So how could she refuse?
"Sold." She says, taking out fifty shiny gold coins from her concealed purse, and stacks the jink in sets of ten on the counter top. "You'll see me again soon, A'kin, when I return to collect my kit. Again, you have my thanks for your hospitality, and the delightful tea you've brewed."
Once coins, silver artworks, and perfume vials have changed hands, Wraith secures her coin and her latest acquisitions safely in a roll of cloth in her satchel, where they won't break. She buckles her pack, finishes her tea, and turns to take her leave of A'kin.
Wraith stops again before her hand touches the door handle, and turns to face the smiling yugoloth. "Say, A'kin, you wouldn't happen to have any violins would you?"
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