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Last edited by ChumpLump; 08-04-2009 at 04:12 PM. |
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The skeleton fails to show any visible indicators of his mood, but his voice shows obvious signs of impatience. "Yeah, fine then. How much for the thing? And Kevin...that would be that living guy talking to the short guy over there, right?"
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Selene takes the bag offered to her with a grin across her face, "Thank you very much for your offer and I'll be sure to get your payment as soon as possible, although the price you ask is very high so it make take some time to get the full amount." Selene gives a wink hoping the merchant understands what she is trying to communicate to him. "Perhaps you know of a good secluded location where it would be easier to retrieve said payment?"
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The Troll's grin grows to match Selene's. 'There is a wine cellar in the basement of the old burnt down Tavern, perhaps you will find something down there of 'interest'. It's not very safe though, Providence forbid something happen down in that unexplored death trap.' He addresses Martin with a smaller smile, 'You are lucky my friend, today has found me in a good mood. I will not only give you a map of Fleshton, but I will sell you the magical compass to aid your travels for not but five gold coins. The greater demons be blessed, I'll sell you a travel package for the measly total 3 platinum pieces. In the strong-leather sack you will find; 5 days rations of vermin, a 2 bottles of sludge-blood, 50 feet of Sturdy Chain, a blade, sling, and five bullets, crow-bar, 2 tindertwigs, and 3 vials of mild negative energy. I am in an impossibly good mood.' The Troll then points over his shoulder to the man in armor. 'Oh, don't let his looks fool you. Kevin isn't among the living, He is one of the more humanoid Lost. An Incubus, I believe, founder and only member of the Broken Heart Knights. I wouldn't be surprised if you haven't heard of the order. It's a very oddly moralistic thing that Kevin is trying to start, something about the lack of corruptable beings creates a world of unworthy existence, ergo, the Tainter must create something of value in order to mar it.'
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The skeleton turns its head towards the odd incubus. "Founder and only member?" A rough chuckle escapes the bony maws "This world is full of crazies, innit?"
The skeleton gives a shake of it's head and addresses the troll with a clearly amused voice "Ok then, I'll take your map and compass. Haven't got much use for the other stuff" A bony hand reaches into a pocket on the cloak, some rustling and clinking, and 10 gold coins are casually tossed into an empty spot in the casket. |
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Lieing would be a man's best means of defence. For you lie with words, and with words you will be better defended than with any means of armor. My life has been something of a web of lies."
Gerbo listens intently to the man, though he could help with such construction, it would be a waste of his time, and time was very precious to him. "Wards protecting a stone forrest. Perhaps they are merely glyphs set to trigger for non elves. If such was the case I might not fare any better than you. Though I wonder why they are trying to defend the stones? Was it once a great green forrest? Or has it always been of stone. I don't believe man could ever cause my damage to mountains. Dwarves now, that would be a good race to ward off." He looks at the man sizing him up, he didn't need any skills to know he was hiding something from the gnome, for indeed the gnome did not know much of anything about this man, nor what this man wanted. So how could he trust him, and how could the man trust him. But such was the way of the time, you were forced into situations that were ever dire and incessently morbid. "I'm not sure how I could help you in this regards, but more importantly, what importance is there to gaining access to this Stone Forrest and inspecting this defensive wards." |
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"Thank you, you have been most helpful. If I'm heading into the basement I think I'll take an everburning torch." Selene pulls out some coins from her pouch and pays the troll taking the torch and lights it. She then turns towards her thralls, "Alright I have new information on our objective, we are heading down into the basement of that burned down tavern. There is a wine cellar there that should provide both useful and vital information for our mission." Selene then heads off towards the tavern hoping the underlings believed her and follow right behind.
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