Venessian
11-15-10, 11:17 PM
A small brown house, little more than a shack really, was tucked away down one of the Bazaar's least travelled backstreets. Everything about the small establishment was outdated, save a freshly painted sign of green an gold that read "Packard's Sundries and Alchemy".
Dusk was fast on approach and a meek creature picked a path through the shadows and through the alleys and lanes behind the multitude of other shops in the merchant colony.
Sickly yellow skin and patches of course brown fur covered the creature as he refferenced the dog-earred paper that was his shopping list. It picked at a scab on its pointed chin as it sounded out the letters to make sure all the items were clear, before making its way through the rickety front door of the shop.
No bell chimed - if there ever was one, it had been broken for decades. The only people who knew of the small building were those of magical mind and those who had come by the knowledge through bar-room tale swapping. It was musty, dusty, grimy and almost seemingly abandoned. The goblin began looking about the store with thoughts of theft and keeping the respectable ammount of coin its master had given it to pick up supplies, but before it could act larsonously, an elderly hermit in his bedshirt made his way out of the back and took his place at the counter adjusting his spectacles.
The goblin, neverous, set down a collection of dust-caked crystal beakers and closed its pack.
"Er-herm. Yis, I is Hodder. I wunt, some tings fer meister. Hims sent me here fer to shopping with you, so I buy! Yis? Er-herm," the creature cleared its throat loudly, the sound of phlegm sloshing around in its throat was prevailent. "So sorry. I try again. I... wunt to buy tings, for master. Him's give me list, and I give to you. Here, see?"
The minimally educated little beast turned over a small list of what appeared to be alchemy supplies.
Hodder, pick up these supplies and do not deviate from the list, or else.
-V
> A plain, large, wooden desk, to be shipped to Radasanth.
> 16 beakers and appropriate equipment to set them up for practical use.
> A small lockbox and key.
> A wooden trunk (Should be shipped with the desk).
> 1 full stack of treated parchment for scroll writing, as well as ink and a quill
> 2 bundles of Gorma Herbs
(( a potent allergen that causes rashes and hives when applied to the skin ))
> 1 bundle of Tundra grass, 1 gallon of glacier water, and 6 roses.
(( the material components of common stock healing potions ))
> Thread, twine, rags, gloves, and 25 gold worth of other miscellaneous laboratory supplies
> 2 Onyx gems worth 50 gold pieces each. Size should reflect price.
That is all.
The goblin looked up at the human merchant with hopeful eyes.
Dusk was fast on approach and a meek creature picked a path through the shadows and through the alleys and lanes behind the multitude of other shops in the merchant colony.
Sickly yellow skin and patches of course brown fur covered the creature as he refferenced the dog-earred paper that was his shopping list. It picked at a scab on its pointed chin as it sounded out the letters to make sure all the items were clear, before making its way through the rickety front door of the shop.
No bell chimed - if there ever was one, it had been broken for decades. The only people who knew of the small building were those of magical mind and those who had come by the knowledge through bar-room tale swapping. It was musty, dusty, grimy and almost seemingly abandoned. The goblin began looking about the store with thoughts of theft and keeping the respectable ammount of coin its master had given it to pick up supplies, but before it could act larsonously, an elderly hermit in his bedshirt made his way out of the back and took his place at the counter adjusting his spectacles.
The goblin, neverous, set down a collection of dust-caked crystal beakers and closed its pack.
"Er-herm. Yis, I is Hodder. I wunt, some tings fer meister. Hims sent me here fer to shopping with you, so I buy! Yis? Er-herm," the creature cleared its throat loudly, the sound of phlegm sloshing around in its throat was prevailent. "So sorry. I try again. I... wunt to buy tings, for master. Him's give me list, and I give to you. Here, see?"
The minimally educated little beast turned over a small list of what appeared to be alchemy supplies.
Hodder, pick up these supplies and do not deviate from the list, or else.
-V
> A plain, large, wooden desk, to be shipped to Radasanth.
> 16 beakers and appropriate equipment to set them up for practical use.
> A small lockbox and key.
> A wooden trunk (Should be shipped with the desk).
> 1 full stack of treated parchment for scroll writing, as well as ink and a quill
> 2 bundles of Gorma Herbs
(( a potent allergen that causes rashes and hives when applied to the skin ))
> 1 bundle of Tundra grass, 1 gallon of glacier water, and 6 roses.
(( the material components of common stock healing potions ))
> Thread, twine, rags, gloves, and 25 gold worth of other miscellaneous laboratory supplies
> 2 Onyx gems worth 50 gold pieces each. Size should reflect price.
That is all.
The goblin looked up at the human merchant with hopeful eyes.