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Hirane, Monmoth
Emery followed behind Magnus and the other guards, dutifully observing the crowd of adventurers for any sign of trouble... well, that was her main purpose anyway. She was also keeping watch for a particular sort of personality- a person who wouldn't get too angry if riled up- and eventually found what she was looking for with a pair of young, fresh-faced men. Strangers, by the looks of it.
In one deft movement she sidestepped out of formation and stuck her leg out, using it to shift one man's bag of belongings over to the other. The day had been peaceful, and she hoped a gentle spat between them would liven it up. She then quickly fell back into line before either of them noticed her.
Her only mistake had been her failure to notice Magnus turning around at that moment to look in her direction.
Hirane Royal Market, Incarnate's Black Magic Emporium
Outside of the shop stood Kelaer, their black cloak looking entirely out of place in the morning sunshine. On the ground in front of them lay a canvas of black fabric and wood which, with a few words and gestures, was lifted slowly into the air by a mass of magic-propelled shadows.
Once slotted into place, the canvas formed an awning that cast the front of the shop into a gloomy darkness. Wonderful! Anyone close by would hear Kelaer humming happily as they made some minor adjustments to the fabric.
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Hirane - Shrine of Restoration
Lately, Abigail had been wondering about something. She was in no way a city girl, so she wondered if it might be just because of that. But the longer it went on, the more she wondered about it. About the rhythm of clients, that was.
Early in the morning came the most veteran adventurers, the ones who got up early in the morning to enter the dungeon and could afford blessings and prayers before starting their expedition. Then things went quiet in the morning, which was time Abigail used to do various general blessings and ceremonies as well as her personal prayers.
Around lunchtime the more novice adventurers started coming in, needing patching up after training and exploring all morning. That usually marked the start of the busiest hours of the day, as the parties that had started early started needing curses lifted and party members revived. It kept at this pace until around dinnertime, when the adventurers still in the dungeon took a break or those outside gave up on entering again. Abigail usually took this chance to grab a bite to eat and a small nap, since the evening and late night usually was the time for the more urgent jobs as adventurers suddenly had to retreat because of ambushes while sleeping.
So, now that the early bird adventurers had left for the day, Abigail had some quiet hours patching up newly less experienced adventurers. She wondered if this beautiful day would be like most other days...
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Hirane, Aicha's Weapons and Sundries
Aicha was standing behind the counter as another adventurer entered the shop "'Hello, the Warrior in our party said your work was quite good."
Aicha looked at the slender Fallen One with one long horn on his forehead "Oh, was it the Orc who just got his Akrine shortsword?"
The adventurer nodded "Yes, I'd like to order a weapon myself."
Upon hearing the Kaitan's tail swished happily from side to side "Of course~ What can I do for you?"
The Fallen One thought for a bit, trying to evaluate his own skills with weapons "Well, my strength isn't hand to hand combat I'm afraid, and I'm a terrible shot, do you sell weapons to keep enemies at a distance? I don't want to hinder the group."
Aicha's tail swished from side to side again like always when she was happy "Of course, I have a variety of staffs and polearms. Do you want any of those, or do you want a custom made one?"
The Fallen One looked at his hands "A custom made one please, I tend to use fire magic often, do you have a wood that is not easily flameable?"
Aicha took a small look through her stock, glancing at a few of the various kinds of wood she had available before looking at a nearly completly black one "I do have some treated Fossil Wood, its flameable, but very hard to ignite. You would have to constantly hold it in a flame for a day minimum for it to catch fire, would that be acceptable?"
The slender Fallen One nodded "Yes, yes that would be great."
Aicha took a staff made out of the wood out of her stock, brining it to the Adventurer "Okay, I will add blades to both ends, is there a special metal you would like them in?"
After a short pause the Adventurer nodded "The same as the sword of my Orcish friend please."
"Akrine? Alright, I'll get to work now~ Please come back in a few hours."
Hirane, Monmoth
Magnus laid his hand on his helmet where his temples were and rubbed it a bit as if to make a headache disappear Oh that woman... she'll get herself into trouble with that some time. With a slight sigh he made the patrol stop "Emery, please put the bag back to where it belongs, we're here to keep trouble away, not causing it. Please, I don't want to have to report you."
Hirane, Temple District, Shrine of Restoration
As Abigail patched up a few adventurers she might would notice another group of adventurers, a Fallen One and an Elf, come into the Shrine "See, I said we should have taken the potions and not the stupid scroll of teleportation." The Fallen One stared at the Elf in disbelief before answering "Ah shut up Elf, that scroll saved your ass there." Without even the slightest hesitation the Elf fired back "Yeah right, if we would have gone into the fight with full health we wouldn't have needed it." Eventhough both adventurers were quite bruised they seemingly still had enough energy left to bicker at each other.
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Hirane, Unnamed Restaurant
Whistling as he finished wiping the grime from the last window, Alphonse grinned in satisfaction. The building he had bought had finally turned into a fully functional restaurant for business. Oh, sure there were a few things like coming up with a name, getting word out there, writing up a menu, getting new foods, but Alphonse was sure that he could whip something up for his first day of business serving customers.
Wedging a doorstopper under the entrance door, he stepped outside and nailed a large parchment of requests for adventurers next to the doorway. He then dragged out a large blackboard and a chair, propping the blackboard on the chair. Scribbling 'Restaurant', he couldn't think of anything right now, so it would have to do. He went back inside, waiting excitedly for his first customer of Hirane to come for a meal.
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"Come to the Khaled's Pawn Shop! We'll buy any ware that you have!"
That's what this Kaitan's tanned flier pinned onto the bulletin board said, accompanying such simple advertisement was an equally uncomplicated, yet somewhat cute, charcoal drawing of a cat lady kneeling down holding a black umbrella protecting her from the rain. Anyone who have an understanding of the underground will see the sign and come to her shop, but even if the customers were just an innocent plebian adventurer, they still can enjoy the benefits of a pawn shop; Many civilians set up shop to profit on them, someone has to lighten their adventurous load. Besides, she's excited on what type of crazy shit they will try to sell to her.
And just her luck that, right as she was going back to her shop to open it proper for the day(she open shop in the afternoon and close it late at night to match her preferred sleeping pattern) that she passed by the group of officers. They seemed to be stopping to talk among themselves, a little good distraction, they won't notice her quickly scan their faces and remember them for...future uses.
"Good morning, officers," but just in case the guards are on vigilant, she gave a half-assed greeting to them as an excuse for her to look at their direction. Let's see...white furred bottom, tanned top muscular centaur, boyish-looking, cutiepie dark-haired guard...
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THE SLORG!
Ysersya, or rather Cecilia, was busy sweeping the floor after the breakfast serving was over. Now was the time of day when the inn was usually near empty; most of the adventurer types, who made up the majority of Cecilia's clientele, only stuck around long enough to have breakfast before heading out for Monmoth. She typically didn't expect to see any more customers until around lunchtime; that would be when the adventurers who'd tried staying a whole night in the dungeon usually got back, assuming they still lived, and would want a quick meal before going to sleep. It was also when the really inexperienced adventurers, or the ones only interested in short raids of the top levels, would come back from their morning quests.
It was not uncommon for one of those adventurers to actually be in critical condition, somehow mistakenly under the impression that a good nap could fix their broken limbs or just too stubborn to admit they needed healing; Cecilia was always quick to shoo them out the door and point them in the direction of the nearest healer. She could only hope that they actually did so, rather than just go to another inn and try resting there instead; she was usually too busy with other tasks to escort them personally, but she did for the worst looking cases. She was proud of the fact that very few adventurers had died in their sleep resting at her inn; of those who had, it was usually the cause of some nigh undetectable but nevertheless lethal poison they'd been hit with, unfortunately unnoticed before they'd gone to bed. There was a scare one time with some hired assassins hunting one of those charismatic types who'd apparently bedded the daughter of a lord and dodged responsibility for it. Cecilia didn't feel much pity for him, as she was tired of such types of heroes trying to 'practice' their charismatic talents on herself, which of course never worked out for them.
As she swept the accumulated pile of dust and detritus out the front door, Cecilia let out a huff of satisfaction and looked up at the bright sky with a smile. Today seemed like it was going to be a good day.
edited 17th Feb '16 1:13:24 AM by FirockFinion
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Monmoth
Emery stopped in her tracks, expression unchanging even as her superior berated her. A few of the other guards were chuckling under their breath while others just sighed, used to this sort of interruption. "Right away, Sir Magnus."
Her target was already searching for his bag. He looked up in surprise as Emery grabbed it from the other man's feet and handed it over. Before she left, however... "You need be most cautious of where you keep your stock. Tis' not uncommon for wares to be misplaced or even stolen in such crowds as these."
With her words the man frowned, and then jutted the bag out towards the other adventurer. "Pray tell, were you so foolish as to try and spirit away with my valuables?"
Emery returned to line as the two started to bicker anyway. She'd done what Magnus asked, and even gave the man a warning to be careful. Still, best to offer up a distraction before the centaur had time to find fault with her (entirely sketchy) logic. And what luck that a passing Kaitan would offer them her greeting at just that moment.
"Hail, fair lady! Just passing by, or would you be joining the dungeon explorers on this morn?"
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Hirane - Shrine of Restoration
As the two adventurers entered the simple stone building, they would immediately be surrounded by a myriad of altars, smaller shrines, icons and niches with holy symbols. In the middle of the main room was a large marble altar used for revival spells and similar large spells. However, unlike the grand temples, there were only a few seats. This was not a place of sermon or of worship. As a branch shrine of the greater Temple of Restoration, its focus was on healing and treating injuries, and little else.
Abigail and the current patients were standing in front of the smaller altar near the entrance, which doubled as a counter. To make things easier for new adventurers, there was also a sign near the altar listing all the services the shrine offered.
"Your injuries are all healed," Abigail said to the adventurer she had just healed with a smile. "Please take care in the future, and be sure to return whenever you need healing."
As the previous party left, she shifted her attention to the pair that had just entered and welcomed them with a serene smile.
"Welcome to the Shrine of Restoration. How may I be of assistance?"
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...Well, Kayla certainly didn't expect one of the guards to actually greeted back, let alone be up for a chat. Life is so full of surprises...Welp, better not stand there and look like an idiot, Kayla thought to herself as she brushed her bangs aside.
"Nah, I'm going to profit on these vaguely suicidal chumps," Kayla joked with a dumb grin on her face. Gentlewoman thief, she is not. "I...err...opened up a pawn shop down the road from here. You can come around and have a look around, buy some stuff-Oh, yeah, I forgot, what's your name?"
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Hirane, Aicha's Weapons and Sundries
Aicha stood at the anvil, whistling a happy tune, work on the staff was progressing smoothly, she'd be done soon, looking at the watch she bought from a Goblin merchant down the street she guessed that soon no more adventurers would come for this day, those getting into the Dungeon early probably soon would return with loot, maybe selling a few excess materials to her and those wanting to get into the Dungeon later wouldn't get back before sundown when her store already was closed.
That meant, that now was the time were normally other local inhabitants would come, asking her to do small things like fixing farm equipment or manufacturing various tools for them. Her tail swishing she continued to work at the blades to have the weapon ready when the customer would come back.
Hirane, Monmoth
Magnus just stood there for a moment, at some point this woman would get herself into trouble with actions like that, others probably had already reported her long ago but he didn't want to do that. So he just reminded himself he had to be clearer with what he wanted from her. Then again knowing her, she'd probably find a way to circumvent that to, the rest of the patrol was already trying to surpress their chuckles though to no avail. Then Magnus changed his tactic, he needed to give her a reason to stop such behavior. "Okay men, I know patrols like this can get boring, so after this I'm going to stand a round in the next Inn if there are no troubles."
Hirane, Temple District, Shrine of Restoration
"Little Elf-boyo here needs a heal." The Fallen one said
"Yeah right, as if you didn't need one."
The Fallen One laughed "And whose fault is that?"
With that the two continued to bicker at each other again. Nothing serious though, those two were the typical case of a group that just didn't fit together yet still tried to explore the Dungeon
edited 17th Feb '16 1:04:37 PM by Sergey_Smirnov
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Hirane Royal Market, In front of Incarnate's Black Magic Emporium
Sunlight was flooding the streets of Hirane, enveloping its denizens in its glow. But not everyone was as fond of the warmth the season has brought. Standing in a shady corner in front of one of the city's magic shops, a Goblin stood, his vendor's tray overflowing with all kinds of bottles, orbs and other devices."Magnificent magic for the mundane man! Devious devices for the daring dungeon-delver!"
Slogans like these and many more Wezzak shouted at anyone who would listen to him, especially those about to head into the magic shop nearby.
Selling useless things to incompetent adventurers was a tough business after all, and one had to do what one had to do to stay in business.
And to be quite honest attempting to drive rivals out of business was one of Wezzak's favourite passtimes.
Nervously the goblin glanced around, trying to spot the shop's owner. An angry mage could be a frightening opponent and one Wezzak definitely didn't want to be around.
With a pat of his pocket, he confirmed that he still had his smoke bombs before starting with his slogans again.
"Extraordinary orbs for the exceptional eplorer!"
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Monmoth
"Ho, a saleswoman. And a humorous one at that." At Kayla's prompt for a name Emery bowed slightly, hand held to her chest. "A pleasure. I am Sir Augustus, of the 1st Heavy Guard 'City Fo-"
Suddenly one of the other patrolmen smacked her lightly on the shoulder, interrupting her 'greeting'. "'Ey, enough with the trickery. Does free ale from the cap'n mean nothing to you?" With a jolly half-grin the man pointed a thumb at himself. "I'm Sir Augustus. And you'd do well by yourself to not listen to a word that Emery here has to say. Born with a devil's tongue, she was."
Emery just shrugged, as if she couldn't disagree with the claim.
Incarnate's Black Magic Emporium
Most strange. For the past while people had been coming up to the doorway, only to have their attention diverted by something outside. Kelaer floated over towards the entrance, becoming aware now of the sales pitch happening just outside their shop.
Another seller of dark wares? Perhaps they had come to peruse the goods of a fellow salesperson? How exciting! It only seemed right to grant them the same ghoulish greeting that was normally reserved for customers.
Kelaer had to stoop to exit the shop, yet their hooded head still loomed over the goblin. A sudden frostiness pierced the air (simply a 'Chill of Death' spell, wonderfully atmospheric) as Kelaer's cloak swished against the dirty ground. "O' vigorous one of great voice... To what end have you brought yourself to the doors of the damned..?"
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Hirane - Shrine of Restoration
"Understood. Let all your wounds be healed..."'
Abigail closed her eyes and tapped into the gifts given by Ywheia, the Greater Goddess of Health. More specifically, she used a variant of the curative spells given by Salene, the Child Aspect of the Goddess. Like most of the Greater Deities, Ywheia existed in a variety of forms, represented by Aspects. The Aspect of Salene was focused on The Health of the Child, or the Health of Growing Ones, and the gift she gave to her clerics was the power to cure wounds.
Many adventurers did not know this, but the standard spells used by many party clerics and healers were in fact part of the Aspect of Salene, and some did take offence at being regarded as children when they eventually found out. But that was a misunderstanding. This Aspect of the Goddess saw wounds as not something that was suffered, but something that was temporary, and ultimately gave the victim experience and strength. Like children, an adventurer should face challenges and adversity with bravery, and learn from the wounds they suffered. Which was why the cleric spells did not drain the subject's energy, but instead left them refreshed and ready to keep going.
Abigail cast a curative spell on each of the two adventurers, immediately healing all of their wounds and refreshing their strength to the point that even their feet were no longer sore from their travels. As the wounds and pain faded, all that would be left was the experience. And experience only made you stronger.
"Your wounds are all healed," Abigail said with a serene smile. "Is there anything else I can help you with?"
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Hirane, Aicha's Weapons and Sundries
Aicha just was finished as the Adventurer from before entered her shop again. "Ah, welcome back~ I just finished your weapon." After a small inspection the Fallen One drew a small pouch of Gold "Thank you for the great work. Here, please take the Gold, the weapon looks beautiful, I'll tell you how it was after we come back from the Dungeon."
Aicha giggled before answering, that certainly was the kind of adventurer she liked "Yes, yes, please do~ I'll be waiting to hear from your adventure. Good luck to your party~" With a last nod the Adventurer went out of the door, leaving Aicha to wait for other customers.
Hirane, Monmoth
Now Magnus had to surpress a chuckle himself - of course he wore a full helmet so the rest probably wouldn't see his grin. That was not exactly what he had in mind, but if they could get this sorted out by themselves he certainly wouldn't interfere.
He looked at the woman, if there was a new Pawnshop he would have to control it, it was only standart procedure, so it probably wouldn't take long, maybe they could get this over with today. Though for now he didn't say anything.
Hirane, Shrine of Restoration
With a coquettish bow the Fallen One turned to the priestress "I'm very grateful for the heal, I'm sure my partner is so too... right?." The Elf looked down at himself, noticing a distinct lack of wounds and bruises, as he looked up he spoke up "Yes I am, but who's gonna pay? The monsters took away most of my stuff"
His partner looked at him, shaking her head before answering "I'm certainly not Elf-boy, you had to walk into the trap-room housing all the monsters." After another episode of bickering the Elf resigned and drew a small pouch of Gold. "Okay, okay, here. That's my last Gold, is that gonna be enough?"
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Hirane - Shrine of Restoration
"Thank you, that will cover it nicely."
Indeed, even though Ywheia was a generous goddess, healing was not a charity. To lessen the strain on the patient, the healer had to make up for it with their own strength, after all. And sacrifices to the deities and upkeep of the shrine did not pay for itself. Therefore, a complex system of calculating payment based on the toll it did on the healer, the recipent's own strength and the spells used was done by a magic artefact. More powerful adventurers paid more, and more taxing healing cost more.
On the other hand, the Temple of Restoration on principle did not turn anyone away simply because they could not pay. The rule was, simple enough, that the last of their money was always enough. This was based on the teachings of Ywheia: a wise person always put their health first. One who was ready to give all his money for the sake of his health, had understood the importance of being at good health, and was to be rewarded. This was also fair on adventurers that were just starting out, who often could not afford complicated kinds of healing.
However, this was a mixed blessing for those who tried to dodge the payment. All branch shrines of the Temple had blessings in place that prevented those who had money, but said they had none, from leaving. The teachings of Ywheia said on this that foolish is the person who does not appreciate the value of their health.
"Please take care in the future, and be sure to return whenever you need healing."
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That's just how it is on this bitch of an earth
The Sky Above Hirane
... I knew I was forgetting something. Why did I not add this to my watchliiisttttt
Adrianna sits sidesaddle on her broom, reading something from a crumpled slip of paper. "320 North Wh-!" A sudden gust of wind blows the paper from her hands. Before it gets too far, Adrianna grabs it- though she nearly falls off her broom in the process. Geez, that was close... Gotta be more careful than that, eheh... Now what was the address?
"Oh-kay... 320 North Whingate. Should be easy enough!"
Adrianna angles the broom down a bit, then zooms off towards street level. She comes dangerously close to being a spot on the ground, but pulls up at the last moment and goes off down the market thoroughfare. This causes a disturbance to quite a few of the stalls, and Adrianna yells a hurried "Sorry!" to the vendors. She blows by several other stalls in the marketplace before seeing the street she needs to get to.
Whingate, Whingate.. There it is!
She hangs a right and arrives in front of a stout building. The number 320 hangs on a plaque besides the door. .
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THE SLORG!
Cecilia left the inn, taking advantage of the lull between breakfast and lunch to get some groceries. She had to fill the inn's stocks sometime, and she wasn't too worried about anyone trying to rob the place. Only her personal room was locked, and sure an experienced thief could easily pick it and get to her savings box in her closet, but besides that what would somebody sneaking into an inn really take? Some linens? A free nap? It wasn't usually a problem, as there were much more enticing targets to rob than her inn.
As she was picking out some fruits, there was a sudden gust as a woman on a speeding broom flew by, making Cecilia reflexively grab her necklace and hold it tight, just in case it might somehow slip away from her. Once the moment had passed, Cecilia quickly checked a lock of her hair to make sure it was still blonde, and only relaxed once she was sure her disguise had stayed in place. "You should be more careful!" Cecilia called after the woman, even though she was probably long out of earshot by now. It was more a statement than accusation though, as Cecilia didn't sound that angry about it. Shaking her head and muttering about people using magic artifacts so casually these days, Cecilia went back to comparing different fruits, trying to figure out which were the most ripe and tasty looking.
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Hirane, Restaurant
" . . . And here is, lemme check," Alphonse said, flipping through the hastily written scribbled orders, "your onion stew sweetened with sugar for you, the bowl of roast bread and meat with extra pepper for the dwarf, and the fried cabbage bread slathered with goat cheese for the goblin, am I correct?" The nods signified a yes and he quickly put the dishes down. "Enjoy~"
He took a quick look around the room and the few customers that he had. All of them were eating, he didn't need to cook anything or be given his fee right now. Good. He moved outside, took the chalk out and wrote "Closed Until 11:00 Sharp" on the blackboard. Alphonse scuttled back inside, shutting the door.
Seeing that nobody needed to pay yet, Alphonse sat down at the table that he had set up as reception. Mulling over the few hours of cooking and serving, yes, it was great that he got to see new faces and see what they wanted for food in this great new place. Sure, it was just a few people milling about, but new faces who asked for new kinds of dishes that he had to cook.
But honestly, cooking breakfast was still a bit boring. "Now I remember why I didn't really serve breakfast to anyone recently," he yawned. But there were still four more mealtimes to go through and he had to see what adventurers wanted. And then tomorrow, Alphonse decided, he would take a break from cooking and purvey the markets and maybe see if any adventurers had useable monster parts.
A thought struck him as he sat waiting for people to finish. "EUREKA! I know what to name my place now!" Alphonse yelled in jubilation, jumping up and startling his customers. Not caring, he went out for a third time, erased Restaurant and wrote The Copper Grill. And for the third time, he went back inside, collecting customers' money with a grin.
Central Hirane Bank, Third Office
With a final jot of the pen, Bramwell looked with satisfaction to the soldier's wife. "Thank you, Miss Zinnia, I can assure that your husband's money has been safely deposited." Gesturing for her to leave, he rang the silver bell. "Next!"
The next client was a very familiar face. The black haired dwarf sweated with worry as he sat down in front of Bramwell's desk. "Ah, Mr. Brownstone, I believe you're here," he flicked through his pristine ledger, "to pay off the rest of your third loan, am I correct?" Brownstone nodded, avoiding the banker's eye contact. "Excellent! Now then, the money please?"
A bag was slid across the cherrywood counter. Bramwell took it and began counting the coins. "Mr. Brownstone, this is, hmm, concerning. This is only three-tenths added to the agreed sum that you would pay off, is there any additional stock that you wish to use as a substitute for currency?"
"There's this," he mumbled, pulling out a chunk of gold and some very old looking bronze coins.
"Let's see," Examining them with a magnifying glass, he put the rock back in the dwarf's hand. "This is faerie gold. It's not needed here. if I see another client try to pass it off as legal tender, oh, these coins are very interesting, I believe they come from the reign of the Goblin King Alatum. Very ancient and should be worth a good amount of money. But," the abacus clacked as he calculated the twenty coins' worth, "four-tenths of your loan still needs to be paid off,"
"I'll get to it eventually, maybe next month," he said, but Bramwell had enough. "Mr. Darius Brownstone, please look at me." His voice began to lower into a hiss and he leaned over the counter. "This is the third time that the staff of Hirane Central Bank had to renegotiate your third delayed consecutive loan. I do not want to hear next month for the fifth time in this office, do you understand? It's either next week or we cancel your clientship and we confiscate all your goods and money associated with said agreement to compensate for lack of payment."
Brownstone nodded rapidly, with his beard flopping up and down. "Jolly good, then, shall we meet two days from now at the end of this week or next week, same day?" Bramwell asked, pen poised to write down in a thick addressbook.
"What? Oh, uhm, erm, I think I'll have the appointment set next week." Blackstone quickly got up and left, armor clanking as he exited.
"I do hope he remembers. Next!" With a ring of the bell, a young elf stepped in. "Ah, a new face. So what do you need?"
"Um, I'm Maeral, and I'm here to represent the Swords of the Silver Night guild. They said I needed to learn the ropes so they told me to come here to withdraw some money from their account." The elf sat down and handed over the paper into Bramwell's hands.
"Well then, wait here please." Bramwell got up and left the room. The delicate clock ticked on the counter as Maeral waited. After ten minutes, he came back, holding a large lacquered wooden box. "Here you go, Miss Maeral. I believe that is the exact amount requested for. Goodbye and please give your leader my regards." He rang the bell again. "Next!"
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Knight
The Dancing Armor
Galloron Sainer was doing what he did every day since he moved to Hirane, and that was making armors or weapons for his clients. His clients were mostly adventurers that came to explore the cave in the Monmoth. But he was sometimes asked to make some armors and some weapons for the Royal and Heavy Guards regiments in case they had new recruits and didn't have any spare equipment to give to them.
He was currently finishing a few sets of steel armor for the Eternal Vanguard regiment. But he was currently running out of supplies and would need to get some more metals for more armors and weapons.
The man of a million outdated references
In front of Hirane's Black Magic Emporium
Wezzak started shivering. This was bad. This was really, really bad. Somehow, without him noticing, the shopkeeper...thing had managed to step right beside him, its voice positively terrifying.It were times like these that the goblin wished he sold wares that actually did work as people thought they would. He had to talk his way out of this and fast.
"I...uh...I...", he started stammering. But then he slapped himself. He was a goblin for money's sake! Noone should be able to better talk themselves out of something than him!
His voice suddenly much calmer and with a syccophantic grin plastered on his face, he continued:
"O' cloaked one of great overacting, one of my contacts had informed me that the recent influx of travelers had severely decimated your stock to the point of selling out."
Getting uncomfortably close to the phantom, he continued: "And as a goblin of honour, I simply couldn't let something like that happen to such an esteemed colleague of mine! Consider - what kind of light would it throw on you if a weary traveller were to arrive at your doorstep, having travelled far and wide in search of a magical item of great potency only to find your shelves empty? No, I simply couldn't let that happen! Which is why I decided to try and help give you some time to procure extra wares without having to worry too much about losing customers!"
That cloaked...thing couldn't really be that dense now, could it? Then again, considering the things he already got away with selling to adventureres, not much would surprise the artificer anymore.
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In front of Incarnate's Black Magic Emporium
With a deep rumbling of their non-existent throat, Kelaer slowly tilted their head in response to Wezzak's testimony. "Hmmm..? How curious... My collection of horrors is as abundant as it has always been. This knowledge bestowed upon you appears to be facetious in nature."
They lowered themself so that they were eye-to-eye, or eye-to-hood, with Wezzak, now mere inches away from the goblin's face. And yet, still, nothing could be seen from under the black fabric. "Why, if one were plagued with a doubtful heart, one may think that such 'misinformation' was born from intentions most devious..."
Kelaer turned towards the street, and was satisfied to find that passer-bys were keeping their distance. From the cold still present in the air, no doubt. They turned back to Wezzak, and then, in a new voice that was abruptly quiet and airy:
"Ah, but don't worry, I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding. And it's so very noble of you to go out of your way to act upon it! You have both my sincerest apologies and my deepest thanks, dear sir."
Their outer appearance hadn't changed at all but Kelaer now sounded positively giddy- which is exactly how they felt, too. How blessed they were to share an occupation with such kind, considerate people!
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Hirane, Aicha's Weapons and Sundries
Aicha still was waiting for customers, though seeing that currently no one came in she started taking inventory - it never hurt to know if the reserves for a particular material were low, if she knew beforehand she could give a quest to an adventurer, so he could bring her something from the Dungeon.
Hirane, Monmoth
Magnus looked around the market, their patrol was almost over and everything seemed quiet, it probably wouldn't hurt to call it a day for now and take his men to the Inn as promised. Seeing that Emery was halfway serious at the moment he turned to face the other guards again "Okay men, today has been a peaceful day, so, everyone wanting a free round can follow me now, anyone against the Charging Bear Inn?"
Hirane, Shrine of Restoration
With a last nod the two adventurers went away, still arguing who was at fault for what and who made which mistakes, still though, one could be sure they would go into the Dungeon together again.
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"One may feel fear in the face of danger so long as one banishes fear when danger actually arrives"
THE SLORG!
Cecilia rushed back to the inn with two baskets of groceries in hand, knowing that the lunchtime return of adventurers was due any minute now; she'd gotten caught up arguing with a goblin about the fair price of elven plums, and only realized once her shopping was done that she was running late. Barging in the front door, she saw that a trio of slightly confused adventurers were already there, and were just about to help themselves up towards the sleeping rooms. "Hold it, I'm here! Was just getting groceries; hello and welcome to the Charging Bear. Lunch will be on in about twenty minutes" Cecilia said as she went behind the front counter and set down the grocery baskets, then got ready to attend to the adventurers. Seemed to be one of the groups that had stayed overnight in the dungeon and were now looking for some beauty sleep that didn't require any of them staying awake in shifts.
Once the adventurers had paid for their stay, Cecilia rushed to get a fire going under her cooking cauldron and chucked some vegetables and dried meats in there in preparation for a stew. Then she grabbed a bucket and headed out to the nearby well to get water for it.
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Hirane - Shrine of Restoration
Abigail smiled as she watched the two adventurers leave. They seemed very close. She had been half-tempted to give them an advice in their adventuring, based on their conversation, but she had managed to hold it back. It was something she'd learnt during her training, how not to assume to understand the circumstances of a hard-working adventurer. Life out in the field was very different from the safe insides of the shrine.
...which reminded her, it was time to prepare for the midday prayers. Most deities wanted their ceremonies at sunrise or sunset, but a few demanded attention at mid-day, when the sun was at its highest.
First was the Aspect of the Sun, a form of the Greater God of Light. While there were many deities without names, the Aspect of the Sun was one of the most prominent ones. When one looked at the sun, its bright light made you look away. Thus, one could not divulge the secrets of the Aspect, neither name nor gender. For their glory, an enchanted candle was set in a lamp that glowed with great strength.
Next was Tanjun, Aspect of Hard Work of the Eight Deities of Craftsmen. Because many craftsmen and their workers got up before dawn and were busy all morning, they did not have time for prayers in the morning. Tanjun respected this, and did not demand his due before noon, which also coincided with giving his wards the motivation to keep working in the afternoon. In appreciation of his patience and care, a freshly baked muffin and a recently made elaborate brooch. The accessory shop owner was expecting a child, so she had given Abigail the brooch yesterday to pray for a safe delivery.
Then came the ritual for Agdar, Aspect of Guardsmen of the God of War. Once upon a time, it had corresponded to the change of the guards at the Avalon Citadel, but eventually it had become a noontime ritual instead. The small spear at the shrine was replaced with one stored by the altar with a sharp salute and a short prayer. Hardly any guardsmen actually observed the ritual, since they were supposed to be hard at work guarding, so it was left almost entirely up to priests and clerics. Agdar did not seem to mind; in fact, he preferred the fervent prayers that a guard might mutter to himself when freezing in his boots or standing sentry all alone at night. Which begged the question why the ritual still existed. But you did not question such things. Abigail, being a devout priestess, certainly did not.
And so the rituals went on for quite some time, only interrupted by the odd client now and then. Large and small deities, important and inconsequential Aspects, all got their due that were observed by the Temple of Restoration.
However, it was when Abigail was tidying up afterwards that she came to a startling realization. She did not have a sacrifice for Kactia, Goddess of the Hunt! What a disaster! Although not a Greater Deity, Kactia was highly revered among archers, hunters, rangers, snipers, longbowmen and other kinds of adventurers, only beaten by The Great Owl. To be able to bestow Kactia's highly sought-after blessings tomorrow morning, Abigail had to sacrifice a freshly killed prey at sunset. But by now all the hunters in the town would have left! Ah, what was she to do?!
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Free city Hirane
It was a fine day, the sun was shining, the sky blue and most townspeople were minding their daily business, be they merchants trying to sell their wares, priests devoting their lives to a God or Godess, Innkeepers providing townsfolk and adventurers alike with good food, beverages and a warm bed for the night, Chefs trying to create the ultimate meal or guards ensuring the safety of them all.
And then there were of course adventurers, trying to explore and loot the reason Hirane existed - the Dungeon. Many adventurers gathereed on the square before of Monmoth, the giant building housing the Dungeon that could be seen from nearly every point in the city, trying to find a group or bravely descending into its depths alone.
Hirane, Aicha's Wepaons and Sundries
Aicha was standing at the anvil, her hammer in hand and her usual smile on her face. Currently she was in the process of finishing a shortsword one of her customers ordered when she heard the sound of the doors opening. She turned around, facing the Leather-clad Orc who just entered her shop "Your timing is perfect~ Just give me a little moment, its nearly finished." She said in a happy tone, not many adventurers wanted weapons made of Akrine, so she was quite happy to have a bit stocked when the Orc came in and ordered a shortswort made of the blue-ish metal. "I made the hilt out of Black Oak as you wished." "Thank you." The Kaitan looked at the nearly finished weapon "Do you want any Ornaments on this?" The Orc looked at the big Vitrine in which Aicha stored her gems "Nothing fancy please, maybe one or two of these orange stones." He pointed at a few small gems "Sashurite? A fine choice, its a good gem for the low price, I'll get right to it." Her tail happily swishing from side to side the Kaitan got two small gems out of her storage and started to properly attach to the base of the blade. Not even a minute later she gave the finished sword to the adventurer. "Here you go~" The Orc looked at the finely crafted blade, handing over a small pouch of gold coins "This is good work, I'll make sure to recommend you to my fellow group members, now if you excuse me." "Of course~ thank you for visiting."
Hirane, Monmoth
Magnus strode around the plaza, a few guards following him. The Centaur looked for any signs of trouble, though thankfully everything was quiet. The merchants he could spot all had a valid trade-license and no troublemakers could be seen. He shortly looked back to the other guardsNote They're always doing a great job. I guess I owe them a round at the Inn at some point.
edited 16th Feb '16 4:18:52 PM by Sergey_Smirnov
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