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Holidays and my new overnights schedule are still taking a toll on me and my post rate, and will probably continue to do so until some time after the new year. Please bear with me until then! Last edited by darthcharon; Jan 20th, 2013 at 10:40 AM. |
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"I wonder if we can get a bulk rate, or if they do trade ins..?" she asks rhetorically.
To Eshti she shrugs "I don't think I have issues with light, thankfully. I don't even seem to be rotting too much. ... Actually, its kind of odd. Not that I mind of course." With a shrug, she starts piling her discarded armor into her Handy Haversack. "Well, any idea where we should go from here? Anyone have any contacts that won't attack us on sight?"
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With an idea on how his, and possibly others', equipment can still be useful, Talos stands up and starts to look around. "Hey, what if we find a mage or something around here? Maybe they can change the size of my sword to something bigger than a toothpick and even make my armor into some barding! Is there a directory around here or something?"
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Talos: No, but the city guard know where everything is, if you can stand them rolling their eyes at your lack of knowledge. They get asked these questions too much, you see.
There's a *ding* noise as the lift returns to your floor from wherever the little brat and his maternal unit wandered off to. Adventure is that-a-way, unless you're one of the daring types that likes to jump out a 10th floor window.
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. |
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"Wizard it is. Maybe he'll turn out to be my old mathematics teacher and this will all be a dream. That would be nice." Eshti clomps over to the lift and looks down the list of buttons for one marked "Wizard". When she realises how dumb that is, she whacks her head against the wall. "This brain sucks. Very hard. Harder even than that guts-sucking-out golem thing that got loose from the taxidermist's that time... That was a terrible adventure. Did they ever ban those things?"
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Oi, Devon, Cherry hollers. Your mum's a slag, she adds, but the pair aren't there, just the lift. Oh she is drunk. She fills a vase up with the wine though.
Right, let's get that bitch then. Hurry up all. I'll have the charisma headband if nobody wants it, load the rest on Rainbow Dash or stick 'em inside Snotgirl. Wahay!
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Eshti: You find the button marked Lobby, at least, and smash it with your angerfist. The lift is a circular greenish stone circle, which wobbles a bit, then floats down its little magic tube. The wobble is built in, of course, to convince you to buy a higher quality lift. This hotel, being made for adventurers, decided that you can Deal With It.
The helpful advertising lady speaks to you over an invisible Magic Mouth spell. "No stupid grinning please." There are Rules to be followed on lifts, you see. ------------------- Lobby It's a very large, spacious place. More of the fake gold paint, but this time with statues of a minotaur cleaving an eldritch abomination in two. It's nice to see that the abominations either didn't complain, or don't have good lawyers. You see a wigglesnake bathing herself in the fountain, presumably having tipped the waitstaff enough for them to not mind. She gives a wink at Kaitlyn, only to realize that Kaitlyn is dead, and thus there will not be any hot sexings tonight. Alas. She'd slip you the number for that necromancer she saw last week for resurrections, but she's all wet, and that wouldn't be very good for writing. You'll have to assume that she had good intentions. You've paid up front for the rooms, and so there's nothing wrong with running away now. Where to?
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. |
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Looking at the Wigglesnake she smiles as she feels her body reacting eagerly. Could she be a lesbian wigglesnake?
But then she realises the only part she is thinking about is her hot juicy brains and decides that probably isn't it at all. Giving a regretful look at her skull, she shakes her head and looks at the room area. "Merchant Ring it is a I think." She says, wondering briefly if there is a brain shop, but then shaking that thought from her head. ... Head. Brains are in head... DAMN IT.
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After watching the snake lady drool a bit, Talos ponders how fast he would have to run to out pace everyone else in the emergency of her getting a sudden brain craving. Surely being a pony he can out run anyone in this group, so he should be a little safe.
"That's the more likely place for us to go. Maybe we should visit the Palatial Villas afterwards to see why they would allow such a horrible thing to happen to me... er... us. Let us be off!" |
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Hat!
You step off the grav-o-tube(a fun little minimal gravity tunnel that lets people shoop about Spire), only to be accosted by some gnome on stilts, who is shoving a hat in your face. A nice hat, bowler, purple, with a hint of class. Still, you weren't expecting the sales to be made quite so soon. "Buy it? Buyitbuyitbuyitbuyitbuyitbuyit. It's gooooood for you." Gosh.
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. |
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The Snake steps forward with a grin full of rotten snake teeth "A hat? How nice. I will take it for less one hundred gold." She holds out her hand for the hat, and hundred gold.
She hates aggressive saleman, especially since the items that they are sure you just MUST have are usually trash.
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He sticks out his tongue, gives a resounding *phbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbttt* and stalks off. You seem to recall something about a Merchant Protection Policy in the city. It's really expensive to get, but for people who intend to sell here all their lives, it's nice to not explode when some adventurer looks at you wrong. Either mister gnome is protected, or he's really brave. (foolhardy?)
There are all sorts of merchants. Do you search for a re-sizer? Or perhaps go looking at wares for sale, to shore up your belongings?
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. |
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"Before we get your stuff re-sized we should try to get rid of all the things we have no use for. ... Which is most of it, to be honest. The extra gold should let us be more picky about what we get them to do to stuff."
She noticed that the metal of her armor felt like it was burning her hand before, and guesses she should go for something without it. That didn't leave many options though, unless someone had some trick for making non-metalic breastplates? SOmething super light for her new squishy form. And maybe something to wrap around her legs-... tail. To wrap around her tail. She has to get used to that.
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The merchants seem very eager to take your things. Con artists, the lot of them, but you suppose it's better than nothing.
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. |
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"You guys go ahead. It would be a waste of time for me to try and sell back."
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