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Post by Sorrows on Oct 12, 2005 23:27:53 GMT -8
"It isn't my job to decide. Gather what items of power you wish to have sold and allow me to purchase them. Take it not, however, as an opportunity to scam, for if the success of my bottomignment is somehow diminished and my payment reduced, I will not need pay to come back in a less friendly manner." The mercenary said it with no hint of a threat, no emotion, simply as if stating a fact, like the sky is blue, or the ground is tangible.
(~ Excuse the bottomignment.. but it will not let me type as~signment.. it's reading it as a bad word.. ~)
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Post by Zeffa! on Oct 13, 2005 6:49:19 GMT -8
*Patches, now thoroughly confused, gave the man a blank stare, before throwing in a few extra blinks.* "Uh... We don't sell things in packages.. But I'll see what I can get..." he murmuered.. he didn't like this guy.. alot of talk, but he's been no help. Muttering incoherently in a piratey accent, he lumbered into the back room, shutting the door behind him.
(*Checks various D&D magic sources, items, weaponry, and other errata*)
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Post by Dark Beauty on Oct 13, 2005 10:35:35 GMT -8
There is a loud gurlge. Sugarplum had managed to get herself to fall into the large ale keg... through a crack in the top.
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Post by Thistle on Oct 13, 2005 10:49:07 GMT -8
Bartholomew quickly dumped out the ale keg and caught Sugarplum "Careful little one. Dont get yourself killed." The warrior Turned back to Patches. "Regular chain mail."
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Post by Zeffa! on Oct 13, 2005 18:33:13 GMT -8
*Patches returned with an armful of junk. Staves, some bottles, papers, and other equipment. Hearing Bart's comment, he responded with a nod.* "Ah.. that's easy enough.. We can repair it for a few silver..." he informed Bart. After setting the stuff down on the counter, he saw Sugarplums dire situation, but simply smiled. "She gonna be okay? Ale seems like a silly thing to be swimming in..." mentioned the clueless golem.
*Seeing that the situation with the two short things was temporarily stalled, he turned again to the soldier.* "Oh.. right.. Here's some stuff.. lets see.. like i said.. exploding potions.. directions say throw and run.. Scrolls.. A staff of chain lightning.. "
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Post by Dark Beauty on Oct 14, 2005 17:06:28 GMT -8
Sugarplum spluttered and coughed. She then looked up, her little white and blue outfit damp and brown now. She looks adorable... but then, she always does. "Ale? That what that be? Aye, it be a stupid name for a stupid liquid." She hops off of that warrior's hand and onto a counter, rings out her dress, and picks up her silver spoon. "That be one stong and vile drink. It could kill someone." She looks at Patches with a steely glint in her eye. "You should not be sellin' that stuff. No sir, you should not."
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Post by Zeffa! on Oct 14, 2005 17:29:22 GMT -8
*Patches quirks his head for a moment.* "I believe it does kill alot of people..." he said in almost a dazed tone. "But then.. so do swords.. but we sell those too." he smiled at her in an oblivious manner. "That's a shiny spoon; looks like real silver... Why do you carry it around?"
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Post by Thistle on Oct 14, 2005 18:29:18 GMT -8
Bartholomew looked at the tiny faerie in his hand in amusement. "Aye it is vile but it tastes good when you get used to it."
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Post by Dark Beauty on Oct 14, 2005 18:33:06 GMT -8
Sugarplum scrunches up her nose in a disgusted manner. "That stuff be good to you big men? Yer disgutin', you are!" She turns to Patches and caresses her spoon lovingly. "This be real silver, you be right there. It be my job to feed the mouths of 'ungry little ones... I use this little dahlin' to ladle the sweets out, doncha know?"
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Post by Zeffa! on Oct 14, 2005 18:49:44 GMT -8
*He scratched his head, and re-donned his piratian crimson tri-corner hat with a large saphhire plume.* "Well I suppose that's a good reason!"
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Post by Dark Beauty on Oct 20, 2005 18:32:11 GMT -8
"Aye, yah betcha it is." She smiles fondly at him. "I have decided that you are not too bad, my wee little man."
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Post by Zeffa! on Dec 4, 2005 11:36:36 GMT -8
At that moment, a very flustered red-faced Zephyr enters the door, closing it behind him. He hit a button on the wall near the door, and the glowing "Open" sign changed to say "closed." The door locked, and he leaned against it, quite out of breath.
"Quilt! Lock the back doors! Batton down the hatches! Close the windows!" he shouted, as a flustered quilt ran to complete the tasks suddenly hurled at him. The elf didn't seem to notice the other customers in the room, peering out a window carefully.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Dec 6, 2005 15:48:25 GMT -8
The sudden burst nearly scared the sugar-fairy to death. "Wut on E-arth?!"
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Post by Zeffa! on Dec 6, 2005 18:38:35 GMT -8
"THAT'S IT ELF!" Shouted a very loud voice from behind the door. "Quilt do we have any magic defense spells?!" shouted Zephyr to the golem, who had battened down most of the hatches. The elf himself stayed propped up against the door, loud bangings rattled the entire structure. "ZEPHYR! OPEN THIS DOOR NOW!" boomed the voice in a very angry tone. "No refunds! Sorry!" replied the elf to the entity outside the door.
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Post by Dark Beauty on Dec 7, 2005 11:45:06 GMT -8
"Oh my sugarcubes and silver spoons! You be in trouble, noo! Why is 'e so mad?!"
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