Breaker
03-28-08, 03:11 PM
The bazaar browsers moved like shifting sands, walking then stopping to peer through display windows. Josh did his best to find fast-moving currents of people. It was a largely unecessary tactic, as the warrior's broad shoulders and sinewy arms parted the crowd as if he were a drooling maniac swinging a sword.
Deep in the heart of the bazaar Breaker found the shop he sought. He had visited it before, and promised the merchant he would return for all his shopping needs. A familiar chime jangled as he pushed through the door and looked around appreciatively. In addition to offering a wide assortement of weapons and enchantments, the shop never seemed to be too busy. A few prospective customers browsed the shelves, none looking to pocket items despite the unmanned desk. Josh appreciated the subtle testament of good faith as he browsed through an aisle filled with small armaments.
A new arena had been given to him by the Dajas Pagoda council; a small overgrown island just off the coast of Scara Brae. While the dense jungle had appealed to him at first, the more time he spent there the more he longed to organize the island a little. The first step would be clearing off some of the overgrown trails, and for that the warrior needed a new tool.
He found what he shought quickly enough. A steel tomahawk, still shining fresh from the forge, hung from a pair of pegs on the shop's wall. The haft was made from polished oak, about a foot and a half long. Breaker liked the design of the head. It bore a curved blade on one side, practical as a weapon or tool. The other side had been shaped into a rectangular hammer head, and he could see it cracking someone's skull as easily as knocking in a nail. Satisfied with the design, at least, he removed the weapon and walked to the front of the store.
"Hello?... hello, miss?" He called, leaning on the desk slightly in attempt to see into the back room. The forge was back there, he could tell by the additional heat radiating through the wall. With no bell to ring Breaker set the tomahawk on the counter with a resolute plunk and waited patiently for assistance.
Deep in the heart of the bazaar Breaker found the shop he sought. He had visited it before, and promised the merchant he would return for all his shopping needs. A familiar chime jangled as he pushed through the door and looked around appreciatively. In addition to offering a wide assortement of weapons and enchantments, the shop never seemed to be too busy. A few prospective customers browsed the shelves, none looking to pocket items despite the unmanned desk. Josh appreciated the subtle testament of good faith as he browsed through an aisle filled with small armaments.
A new arena had been given to him by the Dajas Pagoda council; a small overgrown island just off the coast of Scara Brae. While the dense jungle had appealed to him at first, the more time he spent there the more he longed to organize the island a little. The first step would be clearing off some of the overgrown trails, and for that the warrior needed a new tool.
He found what he shought quickly enough. A steel tomahawk, still shining fresh from the forge, hung from a pair of pegs on the shop's wall. The haft was made from polished oak, about a foot and a half long. Breaker liked the design of the head. It bore a curved blade on one side, practical as a weapon or tool. The other side had been shaped into a rectangular hammer head, and he could see it cracking someone's skull as easily as knocking in a nail. Satisfied with the design, at least, he removed the weapon and walked to the front of the store.
"Hello?... hello, miss?" He called, leaning on the desk slightly in attempt to see into the back room. The forge was back there, he could tell by the additional heat radiating through the wall. With no bell to ring Breaker set the tomahawk on the counter with a resolute plunk and waited patiently for assistance.