Arawn
02-23-07, 08:44 PM
Darkness was gathering fast in the Bazaar, making shopkeepers scurry to close up shop. It was unwise for most of them to stay open past sunset, when faces were shaded and crowds thinned. Yet, there would always be those who went against the norm. Reagol’s shop only opened at night, attracting a far more interesting clientele than his competing businesses. While others shut their doors and locked up, Reagol was just now unbolting the glass entryway with silver lettering that read: “Rare Tastes: Custom Shop”. Stepping inside, the sinister-looking human limped over to the torch brackets lining the walls and lit the flammable rods one by one. The lights shown upon various custom torture devices Reagol was proud enough of to have hung on the walls of the small show room. He was somewhat of an authority in the cruel and disturbing, well known in underground circles.
Once the torches were all lit, the forty-something man made his way to the chair behind the shop desk and sat, relaxing his injured right knee as he waited for his first customer of the night. There were few other places to go in Radasanth for the services he could provide, so it was quite common for new business to show up nightly, referred to him by those who praised his work. Therefore, he was not at all surprised on this night to see a tall cloaked figure he’d never met come through the door only a few minutes after opening. The individual had white skin and his eyes were shadowed over, black pearls set in a face that broadcasted no emotion. He was unusual, to say the least, but then most of Reagol’s customers tended to stand out.
“What can I do for you?” the shopkeeper managed with the flicker of a grin.
Arawn admired the items on display for a moment before answering, “That all depends. What I require may need some application of your skills outside your comfort zone.”
“Try me.”
Arawn had been elated when he came up with the idea for this. Reagol watched, intrigued as the vampire moved forward silently and laid a longbow along with a design (http://www.myonlineimages.com/Members/Legol/Images/bow.jpg) scrawled upon a sheet of parchment on his table. It was both of Reagol’s style but at the same time, as Arawn had mentioned, on a distinctly different medium. The design entailed a longbow cast in metal with sharp embellishments akin to bats’ wings along its main body as well as several sinister curves all along the device. It certainly looked menacing enough for the human’s craft, but he mainly handled traps and trick daggers. Why had this creature come to Reagol for something of pure aesthetic molding?
“Son, my work is famous for its intricacy. My hand would be wasted on something like this.”
“I doubt it,” Arawn replied, pointing to a spot in the design. “I hear tell you have a special talent for hidden venom linings and I want you to conceal some right at the inset of the finger holds for this bow.”
Venom linings, as the technique had quickly become known, was the art of hiding miniature hollow recesses within weapons for filling with poisons that passed into one’s body through the skin. Reagol had applied this method many times before on daggers’ edges and trap springs, though never in such an unconventional place.
“You understand they would make the bow useless,” Reagol responded, trying not to sound too irritated by what seemed a waste of his time. “No one could use the bow without being contaminated.”
“Can you do it?”
“Well, yes, but-”
“Name your price,” Arawn interrupted the human, laying a bag with his gold on the table by his trade-in bow and the parchment.
Take over for the NPC. Longbow is in my profile (http://www.althanas.com/world/showthread.php?t=1029) under Possessions. Kindly name the top three metals within my price range for the upgrade. The poison is mine to find and apply to the linings, not to be purchased here.
Once the torches were all lit, the forty-something man made his way to the chair behind the shop desk and sat, relaxing his injured right knee as he waited for his first customer of the night. There were few other places to go in Radasanth for the services he could provide, so it was quite common for new business to show up nightly, referred to him by those who praised his work. Therefore, he was not at all surprised on this night to see a tall cloaked figure he’d never met come through the door only a few minutes after opening. The individual had white skin and his eyes were shadowed over, black pearls set in a face that broadcasted no emotion. He was unusual, to say the least, but then most of Reagol’s customers tended to stand out.
“What can I do for you?” the shopkeeper managed with the flicker of a grin.
Arawn admired the items on display for a moment before answering, “That all depends. What I require may need some application of your skills outside your comfort zone.”
“Try me.”
Arawn had been elated when he came up with the idea for this. Reagol watched, intrigued as the vampire moved forward silently and laid a longbow along with a design (http://www.myonlineimages.com/Members/Legol/Images/bow.jpg) scrawled upon a sheet of parchment on his table. It was both of Reagol’s style but at the same time, as Arawn had mentioned, on a distinctly different medium. The design entailed a longbow cast in metal with sharp embellishments akin to bats’ wings along its main body as well as several sinister curves all along the device. It certainly looked menacing enough for the human’s craft, but he mainly handled traps and trick daggers. Why had this creature come to Reagol for something of pure aesthetic molding?
“Son, my work is famous for its intricacy. My hand would be wasted on something like this.”
“I doubt it,” Arawn replied, pointing to a spot in the design. “I hear tell you have a special talent for hidden venom linings and I want you to conceal some right at the inset of the finger holds for this bow.”
Venom linings, as the technique had quickly become known, was the art of hiding miniature hollow recesses within weapons for filling with poisons that passed into one’s body through the skin. Reagol had applied this method many times before on daggers’ edges and trap springs, though never in such an unconventional place.
“You understand they would make the bow useless,” Reagol responded, trying not to sound too irritated by what seemed a waste of his time. “No one could use the bow without being contaminated.”
“Can you do it?”
“Well, yes, but-”
“Name your price,” Arawn interrupted the human, laying a bag with his gold on the table by his trade-in bow and the parchment.
Take over for the NPC. Longbow is in my profile (http://www.althanas.com/world/showthread.php?t=1029) under Possessions. Kindly name the top three metals within my price range for the upgrade. The poison is mine to find and apply to the linings, not to be purchased here.