Rheawien
07-08-06, 11:48 AM
Rheawien walked to the Bazaar without a clear idea of what she was looking for. She knew that the opening round of the Cell tournament was nearing and that she had to be prepared for anything when thrown into a metal cube with seven other combatants. Yet, she strolled through the Bazaar with a distant look in her eyes, checking the wares and discarding most as simple junk. Sarah was on her mind, of course. Sarah that too was in the Cell, fighting her way through her set of opponents. What would happen if they both proceed and meet later on? Could she cross blades with her Mistress? No, of course not. Aid her maybe, but fight her. No, not after what transpired between them.
The Lavinian enthralled her mind so much with her skin tight shorts and her ruthless demeanor that Rheawien forgot all about the debt that still hung over her head like a noose. Almost literally like a noose. The people that she borrowed the money that she now had in her pocket instructed her to take a dive in the first round. Get in, throw some punches, get impaled by a random fighter and all was good. Rhea agreed and took the money. Of course, there was no way she would throw the battle. That was why she was in the Bazaar today, to further advance her arsenal and make it certain that she doesn’t go down in the first round.
Eventually, she strolled into another random shop that attracted her with the wares displayed in the window. Not the shiny swords though. She saw something that tickled her mind in a way no sword ever could. Standing on display was a whip made out of leather wrapped around a thin titanium cord. It gave the whip flexibility but ensured that it couldn’t be cut easily. Rheawien didn’t care too much about durability though. The whip was to be a present for her Mistress. And so were a pair of handcuffs that stood beside the whip.
“Can you give me the price on that merchandise you have in your window?” she asked the shopkeeper, bringing her imposing body to the counter in several feminine steps. Clad in nothing but a top that looked like an oversized skin-tight black bra and a pair of shorts of the same color, Rheawien put her hands on her curvy hips, awaiting an answer. Then her eyes caught a glimpse of something that stood behind the counter, pinned to the wall. An elven made glaive (http://www.clarity.it/coolstuff/glaive.jpg) was something that she could most certainly used if melee combat turned into a ranged one.
“Also, how much for one of those you have up there? By the look of it, it’s either damascus of titanium, right?”
((To make it easier, I’d like a price for a leather whip with a flexible titanium cord running through it, two pair of elven forged handcuffs (surprise me with the material :), nothing too fancy though) and an elven forged glaive either made from damascus or titanium. If it's possible, it would be good for this to be done before the beginning of the Cell.))
The Lavinian enthralled her mind so much with her skin tight shorts and her ruthless demeanor that Rheawien forgot all about the debt that still hung over her head like a noose. Almost literally like a noose. The people that she borrowed the money that she now had in her pocket instructed her to take a dive in the first round. Get in, throw some punches, get impaled by a random fighter and all was good. Rhea agreed and took the money. Of course, there was no way she would throw the battle. That was why she was in the Bazaar today, to further advance her arsenal and make it certain that she doesn’t go down in the first round.
Eventually, she strolled into another random shop that attracted her with the wares displayed in the window. Not the shiny swords though. She saw something that tickled her mind in a way no sword ever could. Standing on display was a whip made out of leather wrapped around a thin titanium cord. It gave the whip flexibility but ensured that it couldn’t be cut easily. Rheawien didn’t care too much about durability though. The whip was to be a present for her Mistress. And so were a pair of handcuffs that stood beside the whip.
“Can you give me the price on that merchandise you have in your window?” she asked the shopkeeper, bringing her imposing body to the counter in several feminine steps. Clad in nothing but a top that looked like an oversized skin-tight black bra and a pair of shorts of the same color, Rheawien put her hands on her curvy hips, awaiting an answer. Then her eyes caught a glimpse of something that stood behind the counter, pinned to the wall. An elven made glaive (http://www.clarity.it/coolstuff/glaive.jpg) was something that she could most certainly used if melee combat turned into a ranged one.
“Also, how much for one of those you have up there? By the look of it, it’s either damascus of titanium, right?”
((To make it easier, I’d like a price for a leather whip with a flexible titanium cord running through it, two pair of elven forged handcuffs (surprise me with the material :), nothing too fancy though) and an elven forged glaive either made from damascus or titanium. If it's possible, it would be good for this to be done before the beginning of the Cell.))