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Post by Justin Tyme on Feb 23, 2020 18:09:12 GMT -8
Dirk smiles and keeps an eye out for those who may wish to make his companions' purses lighter with sticky fingers as his intimate knowledge of such grift comes in handy.
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Post by OnceUponAnAxe on Feb 24, 2020 5:39:04 GMT -8
Stall 4 “Dont cha knows what’s a conch shell? It’s a little shell wese use 'rounds here to communicate wits one another durin da Veil.“ Listen. He very deftly places the conch shell to his lips and blows a single harmonious note. (D two octaves below middle C, for you music lovers.) ”Sees, its easy and den when you gets lost youse can finds each other“ He gestures to the patrol and smiles, then points out the other stalls having their own sets of shells. “Pretty smart, huh? Only a silver for da little uns and ten for da big uns.”
Stall 3 The quieter sister perked up at Barlemus’ interest in her art. She rattled off a detailed reply focused on the finer aspects of her craft before settling on a pointed statement. “I bet Torros would be a great place to raise a family. I’ve always wanted to leave the city, so many people make me feel trapped.”
”If you are busy, you could swing by tomorrow. We are always here!” The talkative sister smiles sweetly at the two human party members and both girls nat their eyes in an attempt to be alluring or flirtatious.
Stall 5 A dirty, greasy man is toasting skewered rats over a small fire. "Rat on a stick? Anyone care for some... RAT ON A STICK? Gets 'em every morning I does, so you knows they're fresh... Rat on a stick!"
Stall 6 A small adorable boy and an old leathery sea dog of a man stand next to a stall littered with fishing gear. The boy seems to imitate the behaviors of the older man as he moves about. The old man speaks and the boy co-signs each statement with a bit of excitement and gesturing. ”A small bit of tackle for you, sir? Weve got a few small fishing poles and some thin but tough strands of twine, great for catching fish."
The young boy, smiles at you, and takes over. “Hooks, weve got hooks. Look, here in the box." The young lad opens a long, thin box full of sharp bits of twisted metal. ”We sell little nets for little fishies, too."
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Post by Margrave on Feb 24, 2020 13:37:39 GMT -8
Q'uon smiles at the vendor and says, "Ahh, very interesting. I would like to purchase a large shell, but I only have 7 silver that I wish to give you. Would that suffice?"
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Post by Daos on Feb 24, 2020 17:09:55 GMT -8
“I bet Torros would be a great place to raise a family. I’ve always wanted to leave the city, so many people make me feel trapped.” "Yeah, Torros is a great place to raise a family, I think. But I was raised there, so maybe I'm biased," Barlemus admits. "But yeah, the city is great and all. Full of interestin' people and lots of wondrous stuff, but there's nothing like the fresh air and family values of a small town." "Come, come my friend. Leave the ladies to their business and let's be about the Masked Lord's, instead." "Ut, right." He turns back to the young women. "Guess I better start my patrolin'. Gotta keep the streets safe for honest folk like yourselves." ”If you are busy, you could swing by tomorrow. We are always here!” "Sure," Barlemus agrees. "Hold on to one of those pendants for me until then." He gives a grin and a wave, then hurries after the others before he's left behind.
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Post by GreyWolfVT on Feb 25, 2020 3:32:32 GMT -8
Tagon eyes the man with a rat on a stick "You'd be surprised what a hairfoot with a rat on a stick can do. I've seen a hairfoot take down a half dozen men using a rat on a stick was a crazy sight to see I tell you that much."
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Post by Justin Tyme on Feb 25, 2020 5:51:23 GMT -8
Dirk gives a sideways glance at Tagon. "I will take that as a complement to my kind. The hairfeet, not the rat."
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Post by GreyWolfVT on Feb 25, 2020 15:47:34 GMT -8
Dirk gives a sideways glance at Tagon. "I will take that as a complement to my kind. The hairfeet, not the rat." Tagon chuckles "Mind you i meant it as a great feet in the tale not an insult. Sorry for saying hairfoot it's no different than being called bearded folk or stout fellow as I've been called myself. What would you prefer I say halfling? I am pleased to say whatever i can to not offend." the dwarf says trying to be polite and winks at Dirk. "I supposed I could merely use the fellows name though it currently escapes me I think it was Tas or some such name."
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Post by OnceUponAnAxe on Feb 26, 2020 15:43:47 GMT -8
Stall 3 ”Sure, sure. Seven bits of silver is perfect. I’m trying to pack up for the house after all. Here take a look at the ones I have here and pick one!” Stall 5 Tagon catches a sight that might make his stomach turn just a bit. Tagon watches that grease fellow and when he thinks no one is looking, he licks his lips and takes a nibble on a hot one, hurriedly putting it back on the rack to be sold. Nibble side down. Stall 7 A large burly man, covered in nautical tattoos waves you over. His neck is thick and his biceps are almost ludicrously big. ”Bah, buy little boys toys from a little boy. If you want real he-man fishin tackle, get it here. Look at this hook, its bigger than your hand! You can catch real krackon with this. Nets, too, huge ones for catching monsters of the deep! Your choice, ten silvers apiece."
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Post by GreyWolfVT on Feb 26, 2020 17:02:28 GMT -8
Tagon wrinkles his face in disgust "Right well that was gross." the dwarf says seeing the man sample his 'goods' then put it back for sale. He then moves over to the 3rd stall to see the shells and ignore the gross rat on a stick seller.
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Post by Margrave on Feb 27, 2020 5:43:25 GMT -8
Q'uon looks over the selection and decides to test the merchandise. Wiping off the hole of each one he 'samples' by blowing in as he saw the salesmen demonstrate. The sound is the selection criteria for him. He finds that the sound from the black and white shell suits his taste. "I shall take this one." Q'uon then gives the man 7 silver.
ooc: random roll for top 9 with 1 being the top left and 9 being the bottom right. DKDa1Il31d91d9
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Post by Kvard51 on Feb 28, 2020 18:40:41 GMT -8
Nobanion grimaces as he looks around at his fellow watchmen. Their attentions on the stallkeepers means he is the only one watching for trouble. He keeps his head on a swivel, hoping nothing serious happens this close to the beginning of the watch.
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Post by OnceUponAnAxe on Feb 29, 2020 18:49:43 GMT -8
Stall 8 A wrinkled and hunchbacked old crone calls out to you and gestures you forward.
”Beautiful fishheads for you! Nice fishhead jewelry . . . Keeps the rats away. See their eyes shine when the sun catches them. Pretty arent they? Aye, and theyre magic too!”
Stall 9 Nobanion’s wary eye is greeted by an eerie sight. A disheveled man in a bloody apron is cleaving fish into little, tiny pieces. A simple sign reads Chum." (A term meaning friend, or bloody fish you put in the water to attract sharks your choice.) He turns and looks up at you. He leers at you through gritted teethGrit His breathe comes rapidly and ragged from the back of his throat, His head is tilted slightly and he leers forward with glazed eyes.
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Post by GreyWolfVT on Mar 1, 2020 16:57:12 GMT -8
Tagon passes by the last two stalls and looks around to make sure all is well "We should probably keep patrolling folks so best not to linger too long."
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Post by Daos on Mar 2, 2020 15:19:46 GMT -8
"Ut, is that fella okay?" Barlemus asks, noting the strange man at the ninth stall.
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Post by GreyWolfVT on Mar 3, 2020 5:31:14 GMT -8
Tagon shrugs and moves nearer to the ninth stall and asks the fellow "Are you ok sir?"
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