Zook Murnig
10-15-10, 10:09 PM
From For the People Who are Still Alive! (http://www.althanas.com/world/showthread.php?t=15893)
Spoils: The vest given to Caduceus by Lillian Sesthal. It is soft as silk, and as light and flexible, though it carries the strength of dehlar in its threads.
I hope this will not detract from any small morsel of gold I would stand to receive. But if it must, so be it.
Judge's Decision: Caduceus gains the vest given by Lillian. However, open donning the garment he will find that the bottom hem barely falls to his belly button. That is why you should always use the fitting room before leaving the store.
Current Request: I am amenable to reducing its strength from dehlar to steel in order to effect the requisite length, reasoning that the limited supply of Lillian's sitamayini silk it carries must be amalgamated with normal silk, thereby lessening the overall strength of the cloth. As well, I would like a normal white cotton button up shirt, dark cotton trousers, a wool kippah (http://kippot4u.com/images/prod/judaica_kippah_3211_large.jpg), and a brown silk tie, if that would be allowable.
The skies over Ettermire's industrial districts were as choked with dust and smoke as ever, darkening the better part of the capital as night in the day. The evenly cobbled streets wove between the smaller shops that were fed by the great factories.
Down these streets walked the robe-clad magician, a dark piece of cloth laid with care over his arm as he entered the clothes shop Tailor Made. Some months ago he had received the vest he now carried as a gift from a dear friend, only to find that it narrowly missed fitting his too-long frame. Made from the special silk that only Lillian produced, he could not bear to part with it simply for an ill-fit, but would prefer a better tailoring, and an ensemble to complement it in proper Aleraran style.
No one was immediately apparent behind the shop's counter, though between the racks of fine clothing, he could glimpse the ebon skin of an Aleraran, busy at work, sewing some masterful garment. Feeling no small amount of guilt for disturbing such superb seaming, he tapped at the service bell.
Spoils: The vest given to Caduceus by Lillian Sesthal. It is soft as silk, and as light and flexible, though it carries the strength of dehlar in its threads.
I hope this will not detract from any small morsel of gold I would stand to receive. But if it must, so be it.
Judge's Decision: Caduceus gains the vest given by Lillian. However, open donning the garment he will find that the bottom hem barely falls to his belly button. That is why you should always use the fitting room before leaving the store.
Current Request: I am amenable to reducing its strength from dehlar to steel in order to effect the requisite length, reasoning that the limited supply of Lillian's sitamayini silk it carries must be amalgamated with normal silk, thereby lessening the overall strength of the cloth. As well, I would like a normal white cotton button up shirt, dark cotton trousers, a wool kippah (http://kippot4u.com/images/prod/judaica_kippah_3211_large.jpg), and a brown silk tie, if that would be allowable.
The skies over Ettermire's industrial districts were as choked with dust and smoke as ever, darkening the better part of the capital as night in the day. The evenly cobbled streets wove between the smaller shops that were fed by the great factories.
Down these streets walked the robe-clad magician, a dark piece of cloth laid with care over his arm as he entered the clothes shop Tailor Made. Some months ago he had received the vest he now carried as a gift from a dear friend, only to find that it narrowly missed fitting his too-long frame. Made from the special silk that only Lillian produced, he could not bear to part with it simply for an ill-fit, but would prefer a better tailoring, and an ensemble to complement it in proper Aleraran style.
No one was immediately apparent behind the shop's counter, though between the racks of fine clothing, he could glimpse the ebon skin of an Aleraran, busy at work, sewing some masterful garment. Feeling no small amount of guilt for disturbing such superb seaming, he tapped at the service bell.