Damion Shargath
07-17-06, 09:43 PM
Damion walked about the Bazaar, trying to keep as low profile as possible. As then finally the store of an old friend appeared in the corner of his eye, the halberdier ducked into the alleyway it stood within. He wanted to take the rear entrance, there was no reason for his planned purchase to raise uproar within the bazaar.
With a gloved hand Damion swung aside an oriental blanket hanging from the top of the doorway. His footsteps creaked on the old wooden floor below as he strode forth through the rear of the shop. To his left and to his right weaponry of finest kind amassed, he could have taken any, but he desired not a single one of these less than ordinary items. His wishes were more exquisite, his desires were harder to fulfill. True, his full-steel halberd had served him well, but it was battered and marred by the many battles it had contested.
Silently Damion entered a room to his left, concealing his movement with muffled steps. There was no need that the menial salesmen got any word of the coming trade, for it would take place outside of the ordinary...
Behind the door he opened, within the room he entered sat the shop owner. An old friend who was in his debt by word, would support him with this purchase. After Damion had entered the accommodation and shut the door behind, he found the owner behind a desk before him. His obviously busy figure was shrouded in dim lighting, but the armor clad halberdier knew he had been taken notice of.
“Greetings…how do you fare, this shop has recently been taken over by you correct?” Damion spoke with a sound of easiness in his voice, “I hear things are going rather well, are they not?”
A small, friendly huff emitted from the shadows.
“My armor is battered…my weapon deformed and incapacitated. I direly require of new equipment…and I thought of this very place to acquire the new goods.”
Damion tapped his rackety and beaten armor as he peered into the face of the shadowed figure with a chuckle, “You should know me, and I’m not one to satisfy myself with the next best ordinary…rubbish…” The warrior threw a short glance over his shoulder in a sarcastic manner, “…out there. Quite frankly the make of this armor has suited me well…I require the same but simply of better material…say, Osmium. I wish it to be coated in an extremely thin layer of silver simply for the visual effect…it needs to proverbially blind my foes. As for my weapon…” Damion leaned his worn halberd against the wall to his right, “It shall, as the armor, be fully of Osmium. I need my armor and my weaponry to be of one unit...mock me superstitious, but so far it’s worked. The blade, I wish its edge to be of black diamond. Not only that though, the blade should carry a finely serrated feature additionally. The halberd’s entire length should stretch to six feet and a couple inches, as you like. It’s blade though, should not exceed the length of one point four feet though. Not should the entire length fall under the length of six feet and six inches, or the blade below one point three feet.”
Without further hesitation Damion began to dispose of his battered equipment. What he had asked for was much, this he knew, but he would have no trouble paying, this he also knew. Usually Damion had preferred a clean cut to his weapons, but due to the damage the edge of his weapon’s blade had taken over time it basically proved itself to be a severely fissuring weapon…he became used to the gory demeanor of his arms.
Incase it didn't get through due to poor description of my weary eyes and fingers at 5 am...here's the purchase clarified:
1. Upgrade full body, multi-plate steel armor (Covers entire torso, arms, hands, feet (boots) up to knees, and the outer facing sides of Damion's thighs.) - to Osmium. Entire armor is to be coated in a thin layer of silver - visual and deceptive effects.
2. Purchase full Osmium halberd. Blade edge of serrated black diamond.
Complete Length Max: 6'9"
Complete Length Min: 6'6"
Blade Length Max: 1'4"
Blade Length Min: 1'3"
That covers my purchases.
With a gloved hand Damion swung aside an oriental blanket hanging from the top of the doorway. His footsteps creaked on the old wooden floor below as he strode forth through the rear of the shop. To his left and to his right weaponry of finest kind amassed, he could have taken any, but he desired not a single one of these less than ordinary items. His wishes were more exquisite, his desires were harder to fulfill. True, his full-steel halberd had served him well, but it was battered and marred by the many battles it had contested.
Silently Damion entered a room to his left, concealing his movement with muffled steps. There was no need that the menial salesmen got any word of the coming trade, for it would take place outside of the ordinary...
Behind the door he opened, within the room he entered sat the shop owner. An old friend who was in his debt by word, would support him with this purchase. After Damion had entered the accommodation and shut the door behind, he found the owner behind a desk before him. His obviously busy figure was shrouded in dim lighting, but the armor clad halberdier knew he had been taken notice of.
“Greetings…how do you fare, this shop has recently been taken over by you correct?” Damion spoke with a sound of easiness in his voice, “I hear things are going rather well, are they not?”
A small, friendly huff emitted from the shadows.
“My armor is battered…my weapon deformed and incapacitated. I direly require of new equipment…and I thought of this very place to acquire the new goods.”
Damion tapped his rackety and beaten armor as he peered into the face of the shadowed figure with a chuckle, “You should know me, and I’m not one to satisfy myself with the next best ordinary…rubbish…” The warrior threw a short glance over his shoulder in a sarcastic manner, “…out there. Quite frankly the make of this armor has suited me well…I require the same but simply of better material…say, Osmium. I wish it to be coated in an extremely thin layer of silver simply for the visual effect…it needs to proverbially blind my foes. As for my weapon…” Damion leaned his worn halberd against the wall to his right, “It shall, as the armor, be fully of Osmium. I need my armor and my weaponry to be of one unit...mock me superstitious, but so far it’s worked. The blade, I wish its edge to be of black diamond. Not only that though, the blade should carry a finely serrated feature additionally. The halberd’s entire length should stretch to six feet and a couple inches, as you like. It’s blade though, should not exceed the length of one point four feet though. Not should the entire length fall under the length of six feet and six inches, or the blade below one point three feet.”
Without further hesitation Damion began to dispose of his battered equipment. What he had asked for was much, this he knew, but he would have no trouble paying, this he also knew. Usually Damion had preferred a clean cut to his weapons, but due to the damage the edge of his weapon’s blade had taken over time it basically proved itself to be a severely fissuring weapon…he became used to the gory demeanor of his arms.
Incase it didn't get through due to poor description of my weary eyes and fingers at 5 am...here's the purchase clarified:
1. Upgrade full body, multi-plate steel armor (Covers entire torso, arms, hands, feet (boots) up to knees, and the outer facing sides of Damion's thighs.) - to Osmium. Entire armor is to be coated in a thin layer of silver - visual and deceptive effects.
2. Purchase full Osmium halberd. Blade edge of serrated black diamond.
Complete Length Max: 6'9"
Complete Length Min: 6'6"
Blade Length Max: 1'4"
Blade Length Min: 1'3"
That covers my purchases.