Othar Almenneran
05-11-09, 11:24 AM
Othar flicked his antenna angrily. The trek from the tavern where he had been staying had not been long but the weather was not favouring those with black hide and the vicious sun beat down upon his back-plate. The large wound that scarred the large chitin plate oozed angry yellow pus. A brawl with a half-elf over Othar's heritage had left him injured but had netted him a large iron knife. It was a plain and simple thing, that he had little knowledge of how to use. He felt however, that as he was near the Bazaar he might as well try to find someone who could augment it for him. Ekendra settled upon his shoulder and whispered in his ear.
'You know how the people around here flinch when we talk? Maybe, we can turn that to our advantage.' This piece of advice was rare from the oft unhelpful girl that was Othar's heartmate. Since his tragically miscalculated attempt at advanced magic, which had left them both resembling bugs, he had noticed she was losing some of her original idiosyncrasies. He himself had lost some of his original character and was becoming bitter but, much as he hated this change, he felt himself also reveling in the emotions. He felt freedom, he was no longer constrained by the rules of an apathetic human society.
Othar, with his heart-mate in tow made their way to an enchanters shop. He had taken Ekendra's advice and decided to us his call to his advantage. He brought a chitinous claw crashing down on the countertop. Chittering to his mate about the use of an empty shop, he again battered the counter. When the owner finally appeared, Othar gave his order, with little heed for manners or containment of bodily fluids.
'I require an enchantment to be placed upon this knife.' He threw it on the counter after he withdrew it from a pouch of skin in one of his limbs.
'I need it to be able to project screams, much like my own' Here he punctuated his speech with a demonstration. It was an unearthly, chittering cry that caused grown men outside the shop to flinch. 'They must sound as if they are coming from multiple directions, and be loud enough to sound convincing...'
'Also, I have my mate here.' He gestured at Ekendra who formed herself into her human form and curtsyed in the flimsy green dress that adorned her person. Only a slight grin betrayed the sarcasm of this movement. 'She needs a weapon. What would be good for her would be to have a gem that allows her to project a shortsword when she is in human form. It need only be steel when it's projected, but the amulet must be small enough for her to wear in her true form as a bug. The sword must be corporeal but be able to be wielded by her incorporeal form.'
He stopped speaking and withdrew his bag of money from another fold of skin.
'You know how the people around here flinch when we talk? Maybe, we can turn that to our advantage.' This piece of advice was rare from the oft unhelpful girl that was Othar's heartmate. Since his tragically miscalculated attempt at advanced magic, which had left them both resembling bugs, he had noticed she was losing some of her original idiosyncrasies. He himself had lost some of his original character and was becoming bitter but, much as he hated this change, he felt himself also reveling in the emotions. He felt freedom, he was no longer constrained by the rules of an apathetic human society.
Othar, with his heart-mate in tow made their way to an enchanters shop. He had taken Ekendra's advice and decided to us his call to his advantage. He brought a chitinous claw crashing down on the countertop. Chittering to his mate about the use of an empty shop, he again battered the counter. When the owner finally appeared, Othar gave his order, with little heed for manners or containment of bodily fluids.
'I require an enchantment to be placed upon this knife.' He threw it on the counter after he withdrew it from a pouch of skin in one of his limbs.
'I need it to be able to project screams, much like my own' Here he punctuated his speech with a demonstration. It was an unearthly, chittering cry that caused grown men outside the shop to flinch. 'They must sound as if they are coming from multiple directions, and be loud enough to sound convincing...'
'Also, I have my mate here.' He gestured at Ekendra who formed herself into her human form and curtsyed in the flimsy green dress that adorned her person. Only a slight grin betrayed the sarcasm of this movement. 'She needs a weapon. What would be good for her would be to have a gem that allows her to project a shortsword when she is in human form. It need only be steel when it's projected, but the amulet must be small enough for her to wear in her true form as a bug. The sword must be corporeal but be able to be wielded by her incorporeal form.'
He stopped speaking and withdrew his bag of money from another fold of skin.