Lord Anglekos
08-25-09, 11:08 AM
The day was new and the Bazaar was empty. Well, as empty as such a place could be at ten o'clock in the morning. Eric had chosen the early time on purpose to visit the parade of shoppers and tents, the smell of metal and cash, the taste of dirt and feel of sweat beneath the seemingly incessant sun above. He'd thought he could escape most of the crowds that usually seemed to appear from nowhere, but he'd underestimated both the value of the Bazaar itself and the sheer, frightening determination of the average shopper.
So, despite his efforts, the streets were still bustling and hustling with the commerce of trade; when he'd thought the the place "empty", the word was only used in comparison to how much worse this place could get. He'd been through the Bazaar a few times before and had dreaded the experiences, now only visiting when the necessity called upon it. And, it seemed, this was one of those times.
It wasn't that hot of a day; a fall breeze had come early that year to visit, and it seemed it intended to stay. This was good tidings to the swordsman; he much preferred the cold harshness of winter to the overbearing heat of the season past, and with each passing day he was in a better mood. Wrapped in his black cloak to prevent a pre-winter chill, he nodded his head at a passing couple as he walked along, the enchanted greaves and guards he wore at his hands and legs moving him along in utter silence. A handy trick, he'd thought often to himself, and was glad he'd taken the time to purchase the armor back in Fallien.
It so happened this day that he was after another armor. He'd only been on Althanas for a few years now; he was but a newborn in the eyes of some. But those years had taught him the reality of his own mortality, the limits of his strength. No matter how well he learned the ways of the sword, or how many weapons he carried, there was always someone out there better than him, and one day that someone might just try to kill him. It was a bitter, sobering thought, and it was what had prompted Eric into making his visit to the Bazaar.
It wasn't hard finding an armory. They were all over the place; in a land where most of the population fought for a living, it only made common sense that the best retail was that in weaponry and armor. The store's sign named it as "Lucifer's Playground", and towered high above many of the buildings beside it, suggesting many floors as well. He chuckled at the name; it suited the art of war. With that chuckle and what he wanted in mind, Eric Anglekos opened the door and stepped inside.
He was not disappointed by what he found. Looking from side to side, he viewed the products that the keep put forth, judging their quality and look with a sharp eye. He was no master when it came to such matters, but years of looking after his own steel blade and keeping it under fine condition had taught him a few tricks. Still, he walked forward to the front desk, where a young woman sat with a bored expression upon her face, twirling a lock of curly brunette hair around one manicured finger. Her eyes drifted up to the swordsman as he approached, and they flickered a hint of gold in the light. "Can I help you?" She drawled lazily, showing no other interest in him.
Pity. She was pretty, and...With a shake of his head, Eric cut off his thoughts. "I'm looking for a shield."
One thin eyebrow arched on her face. "You're going to have to be a bit more specific than that, darlin'."
He chuckled. "Sorry...I don't know exactly what I'm looking for. I'll know it when I see it...and I don't see it amongst what you have put out here." He gestured behind him at the assortment of armor and weaponry upon the walls.
"I see." A small smirk quirked up at the side of her mouth, and immediately upgraded from "pretty" to "beautiful" in a single instant in Eric's eyes. "So you wish to see what others we have in stock?"
"That...would be nice, yes." He kept his voice from stuttering at the sudden beauty.
She nodded and with a small movement unlatched a part of the desk, causing it to flip open. She gestured him forward. "Follow me, then. Lash!" She called out to a door in the back.
The door opened, and a slightly middle aged woman popped her head in, ebony locks framing a tan face and serious expression. "What?" She demanded in an irritated tone.
The brunette jerked her head over at Eric. "I'm going to take him to the back. Watch the desk while I'm gone, will you?"
"Sure thing. Just hurry up."
"No problem." She turned back to him with that same smirk upon her face. "Ready?"
"Anytime."
She led him down a path of twists and turns, seemingly endless until they reached another door, both walking in silence. With a key, she unlocked the door and allowed him in with a gesture of her hand. Inside several more pieces of armor and a selection of weaponry greeted his eyes, seeming to glow under the dim light. "We just got these yesterday, and haven't put them up yet on the venue. See anything you like?"
He did. Walking forward he picked up a shield about two feet across and two and a half feet vertical; it glowed with an ivory sheen visible even in the low light. It was light as well, much lighter than he would've thought it should been. Upon it was an engraving of a black cross, an interesting contrast to the white metal. Fingers caressed the cross and over the sides of the shield, where a thin wood lining could be found, smooth and almost invisible to the naked eye.
He turned to the woman standing by the door with her arms crossed, watching him with those gold flecked eyes of hers. "How much for this one?" He asked, holding the light shield before him.
It's a mythril shield, masterwork quality. The dimensions are 2' by 2'6", in case I wasn't clear enough, and it is rimmed in trakym.
So, despite his efforts, the streets were still bustling and hustling with the commerce of trade; when he'd thought the the place "empty", the word was only used in comparison to how much worse this place could get. He'd been through the Bazaar a few times before and had dreaded the experiences, now only visiting when the necessity called upon it. And, it seemed, this was one of those times.
It wasn't that hot of a day; a fall breeze had come early that year to visit, and it seemed it intended to stay. This was good tidings to the swordsman; he much preferred the cold harshness of winter to the overbearing heat of the season past, and with each passing day he was in a better mood. Wrapped in his black cloak to prevent a pre-winter chill, he nodded his head at a passing couple as he walked along, the enchanted greaves and guards he wore at his hands and legs moving him along in utter silence. A handy trick, he'd thought often to himself, and was glad he'd taken the time to purchase the armor back in Fallien.
It so happened this day that he was after another armor. He'd only been on Althanas for a few years now; he was but a newborn in the eyes of some. But those years had taught him the reality of his own mortality, the limits of his strength. No matter how well he learned the ways of the sword, or how many weapons he carried, there was always someone out there better than him, and one day that someone might just try to kill him. It was a bitter, sobering thought, and it was what had prompted Eric into making his visit to the Bazaar.
It wasn't hard finding an armory. They were all over the place; in a land where most of the population fought for a living, it only made common sense that the best retail was that in weaponry and armor. The store's sign named it as "Lucifer's Playground", and towered high above many of the buildings beside it, suggesting many floors as well. He chuckled at the name; it suited the art of war. With that chuckle and what he wanted in mind, Eric Anglekos opened the door and stepped inside.
He was not disappointed by what he found. Looking from side to side, he viewed the products that the keep put forth, judging their quality and look with a sharp eye. He was no master when it came to such matters, but years of looking after his own steel blade and keeping it under fine condition had taught him a few tricks. Still, he walked forward to the front desk, where a young woman sat with a bored expression upon her face, twirling a lock of curly brunette hair around one manicured finger. Her eyes drifted up to the swordsman as he approached, and they flickered a hint of gold in the light. "Can I help you?" She drawled lazily, showing no other interest in him.
Pity. She was pretty, and...With a shake of his head, Eric cut off his thoughts. "I'm looking for a shield."
One thin eyebrow arched on her face. "You're going to have to be a bit more specific than that, darlin'."
He chuckled. "Sorry...I don't know exactly what I'm looking for. I'll know it when I see it...and I don't see it amongst what you have put out here." He gestured behind him at the assortment of armor and weaponry upon the walls.
"I see." A small smirk quirked up at the side of her mouth, and immediately upgraded from "pretty" to "beautiful" in a single instant in Eric's eyes. "So you wish to see what others we have in stock?"
"That...would be nice, yes." He kept his voice from stuttering at the sudden beauty.
She nodded and with a small movement unlatched a part of the desk, causing it to flip open. She gestured him forward. "Follow me, then. Lash!" She called out to a door in the back.
The door opened, and a slightly middle aged woman popped her head in, ebony locks framing a tan face and serious expression. "What?" She demanded in an irritated tone.
The brunette jerked her head over at Eric. "I'm going to take him to the back. Watch the desk while I'm gone, will you?"
"Sure thing. Just hurry up."
"No problem." She turned back to him with that same smirk upon her face. "Ready?"
"Anytime."
She led him down a path of twists and turns, seemingly endless until they reached another door, both walking in silence. With a key, she unlocked the door and allowed him in with a gesture of her hand. Inside several more pieces of armor and a selection of weaponry greeted his eyes, seeming to glow under the dim light. "We just got these yesterday, and haven't put them up yet on the venue. See anything you like?"
He did. Walking forward he picked up a shield about two feet across and two and a half feet vertical; it glowed with an ivory sheen visible even in the low light. It was light as well, much lighter than he would've thought it should been. Upon it was an engraving of a black cross, an interesting contrast to the white metal. Fingers caressed the cross and over the sides of the shield, where a thin wood lining could be found, smooth and almost invisible to the naked eye.
He turned to the woman standing by the door with her arms crossed, watching him with those gold flecked eyes of hers. "How much for this one?" He asked, holding the light shield before him.
It's a mythril shield, masterwork quality. The dimensions are 2' by 2'6", in case I wasn't clear enough, and it is rimmed in trakym.