Mutant_Lorenor
06-18-10, 07:58 PM
Late afternoon. Wearing a mask, the mutant found himself in The Bazaar in Radasanth. Typically, Lorenor wore the attire of a High Priest of N'Jal. However, Radasanth did not take kindly to the followers of N'Jal and he was forced to wear the attire he wore in Salvar. That of a nobleman. He wore his favorite colour which was black. The Vlince was wrapped around his about his body. Noticeably, it was embroidered in purest of gold. Lorenor wore several elegant jewels and kept several artifact pieces upon his person at all given times. He also wore a backpack that was hidden behind a thick, Salvarn hide cloak that warded off the cool afternoon breeze. Lorenor wore a mask too that he'd won in Raiaera recently thanks to his services for The Sway.
The Salvarn cloak had a hood, and at the moment he wore his hood up. As he walked many people stared at the dark nobleman. Giving off a tremendous air of darkness, wise people moved out of the path of the mutant. His goal that afternoon however was not some elegant weapon, piece of armour, or a new artifact of power. No, his goal was entirely different. Lorenor knew that his goal would start a revolution on Althanas, for the industrialist was always on the cutting edge of technology. Spotting the building he sought no less than a block away, the mutant turned towards a Northern direction away from the business and noise of The Bazaar's main shopping districts.
Lorenor was quite familiar and intimate with the economical situation of Althanas. He'd shopped in The Black Market not too long ago, and he'd made several obscure purchases at The Bazaar meant to improve his power. When he finally reached the building he was after, the mutant observed the sign carefully. It creaked gently in the wind. Ancient letters and symbols were etched upon the wooden sign in black. It read: "Real Estate Market." The mutant knew what he was after. No more paying hotels for a few months at a time. Those days are over and done with. Its time I began to hoard property. There was a porch in front of the old building. A single bench was visible that swung on its own thanks to the use of chains. The mutant spotted a single old man sitting on the bench, he wore a wide-brimmed had and smoking pipe rested between his teeth. Lorenor immediately recognized the scent of cannibus.
Looking at the man for a brief moment, Lorenor grinned behind the mask.
"How much for a stack of that cannibus herb?" The mutant had to ask.
That got the man's attention. Raising an eyebrow, he responded with a heavy Radasanth accent.
"We'll discuss that when you're done with whatever business brings you here."
"Very well. I shall see you a bit later."
***
Stepping up to the counter in the main gathering hall located within the building, Lorenor was addressed by one of the business people there.
"What can I help with today sir?" The man stared at Lorenor with a weary gaze.
"Well its like this. Someone told me that this is the right place to inquire about buying a place to live. I'm looking for either an apartment domicile, or a small house here in Radasanth. Maybe you can help me out? I have good gold to spend."
Lorenor said and he waited for the agent's response...
The Salvarn cloak had a hood, and at the moment he wore his hood up. As he walked many people stared at the dark nobleman. Giving off a tremendous air of darkness, wise people moved out of the path of the mutant. His goal that afternoon however was not some elegant weapon, piece of armour, or a new artifact of power. No, his goal was entirely different. Lorenor knew that his goal would start a revolution on Althanas, for the industrialist was always on the cutting edge of technology. Spotting the building he sought no less than a block away, the mutant turned towards a Northern direction away from the business and noise of The Bazaar's main shopping districts.
Lorenor was quite familiar and intimate with the economical situation of Althanas. He'd shopped in The Black Market not too long ago, and he'd made several obscure purchases at The Bazaar meant to improve his power. When he finally reached the building he was after, the mutant observed the sign carefully. It creaked gently in the wind. Ancient letters and symbols were etched upon the wooden sign in black. It read: "Real Estate Market." The mutant knew what he was after. No more paying hotels for a few months at a time. Those days are over and done with. Its time I began to hoard property. There was a porch in front of the old building. A single bench was visible that swung on its own thanks to the use of chains. The mutant spotted a single old man sitting on the bench, he wore a wide-brimmed had and smoking pipe rested between his teeth. Lorenor immediately recognized the scent of cannibus.
Looking at the man for a brief moment, Lorenor grinned behind the mask.
"How much for a stack of that cannibus herb?" The mutant had to ask.
That got the man's attention. Raising an eyebrow, he responded with a heavy Radasanth accent.
"We'll discuss that when you're done with whatever business brings you here."
"Very well. I shall see you a bit later."
***
Stepping up to the counter in the main gathering hall located within the building, Lorenor was addressed by one of the business people there.
"What can I help with today sir?" The man stared at Lorenor with a weary gaze.
"Well its like this. Someone told me that this is the right place to inquire about buying a place to live. I'm looking for either an apartment domicile, or a small house here in Radasanth. Maybe you can help me out? I have good gold to spend."
Lorenor said and he waited for the agent's response...