Tobias Stalt
05-02-15, 11:50 PM
Bright azure skies stretched from horizon to horizon as a gentle breeze caressed the Bazaar. The catcalls of fishmongers and craftsmen echoed throughout the Promenade. Wealthy merchants of elven, human, and even dwarven descent bartered boisterously in the pregnant streets of Radasanth. Myrrh, Frankincense, and hints of Lavender pricked at his senses as Tobias strode quietly through the crowd, intent on something... grand.
"My friend," came a rough, albeit friendly voice, "may I interest you in some balanced knives? You won't find better anywhere outside the forges of Raiaera, I guarantee it!" Tobias turned to see a grizzled, fat oaf of a man with what appeared to be a throwing knife. The quality was decent, however it was clearly iron.
"This metal," Tobias began, "is clearly nothing a reputable Raiaeran smith would sign their name to." He watched the greasy bastard shift uncomfortably in his seat before he continued, "This isn't even Castle Forged steel. This is iron. What are you doing selling weaponry?"
"I see you have an eye for quality!" the man managed not to stammer, "in that case, I have just the thing. A sword, forged of purest Mithril. Feast your eyes on this, eh?" Tobias blinked slowly at the assertion, but when his eyes opened, the loudmouthed arms dealer had produced a proper sword. The sheen evinced laborious oiling and care, but Tobias knew better than to believe the claim.
"This ripple pattern," the hooded youth explained, "is a phenomenon that occurs in the metallurgical process when refining this particular metal. What you're showing me is a Damascus sword, and while it is beautifully crafted, it falls woefully short of Mithril."
"Listen," the fat man wheezed as he leaned close to Tobias, "you are jeopardizing my reputation, boy. You wouldn't know Mithril if someone stabbed you in the face with it, I wager, so do us both a favor and stop appraising my wares like some sort of weapons aficionado."
Tobias reached back slowly and the hiss of metal warned the merchant that he was in danger. "Ah," he stammered, "I wouldn't! The guard will surely see-"
Held tip to face with the heavy breathing buffoon, the silvery white long knife shimmered faintly in the midday sun. "Would you?" he asked the merchant calmly.
"Would I what?" came the skittish response.
"Know Mithril if someone stabbed you in the face with it?"
Tobias could smell the shit as it filled the unfortunate man's breeches. "Get changed, damn you," Tobias commanded disdainfully, "and stop trying to fleece your customers. Be glad they even give you business, you sorry sack of shit."
As the long knife slid back into place, Tobias turned from the vendor and waded back into the crowd. Mithril made him think back to tales his father told him as a boy, of great things and mystical items. Tobias recalled tales of magical metals and fabrics that were so rare, to own one was a badge of honor.
Today, he would seek glory off of the battlefield. Today, he hunted a legend.
I'd appreciate if someone would write this out with me, partially for the story and partially for the item. I'm seeking something one wouldn't find in the bazaar under normal circumstances, so I think you guys can fix me up real nice as far as story and such go.
As far as what the item will be, I'd like a Longsword
"My friend," came a rough, albeit friendly voice, "may I interest you in some balanced knives? You won't find better anywhere outside the forges of Raiaera, I guarantee it!" Tobias turned to see a grizzled, fat oaf of a man with what appeared to be a throwing knife. The quality was decent, however it was clearly iron.
"This metal," Tobias began, "is clearly nothing a reputable Raiaeran smith would sign their name to." He watched the greasy bastard shift uncomfortably in his seat before he continued, "This isn't even Castle Forged steel. This is iron. What are you doing selling weaponry?"
"I see you have an eye for quality!" the man managed not to stammer, "in that case, I have just the thing. A sword, forged of purest Mithril. Feast your eyes on this, eh?" Tobias blinked slowly at the assertion, but when his eyes opened, the loudmouthed arms dealer had produced a proper sword. The sheen evinced laborious oiling and care, but Tobias knew better than to believe the claim.
"This ripple pattern," the hooded youth explained, "is a phenomenon that occurs in the metallurgical process when refining this particular metal. What you're showing me is a Damascus sword, and while it is beautifully crafted, it falls woefully short of Mithril."
"Listen," the fat man wheezed as he leaned close to Tobias, "you are jeopardizing my reputation, boy. You wouldn't know Mithril if someone stabbed you in the face with it, I wager, so do us both a favor and stop appraising my wares like some sort of weapons aficionado."
Tobias reached back slowly and the hiss of metal warned the merchant that he was in danger. "Ah," he stammered, "I wouldn't! The guard will surely see-"
Held tip to face with the heavy breathing buffoon, the silvery white long knife shimmered faintly in the midday sun. "Would you?" he asked the merchant calmly.
"Would I what?" came the skittish response.
"Know Mithril if someone stabbed you in the face with it?"
Tobias could smell the shit as it filled the unfortunate man's breeches. "Get changed, damn you," Tobias commanded disdainfully, "and stop trying to fleece your customers. Be glad they even give you business, you sorry sack of shit."
As the long knife slid back into place, Tobias turned from the vendor and waded back into the crowd. Mithril made him think back to tales his father told him as a boy, of great things and mystical items. Tobias recalled tales of magical metals and fabrics that were so rare, to own one was a badge of honor.
Today, he would seek glory off of the battlefield. Today, he hunted a legend.
I'd appreciate if someone would write this out with me, partially for the story and partially for the item. I'm seeking something one wouldn't find in the bazaar under normal circumstances, so I think you guys can fix me up real nice as far as story and such go.
As far as what the item will be, I'd like a Longsword