"500!" Shouted Talen. It was going to be hard for the youth to fight with the massive sword, but he wanted it.
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"500!" Shouted Talen. It was going to be hard for the youth to fight with the massive sword, but he wanted it.
William cocked an eyebrow at the offering of the massive sword. The aura of menace that the sword emanated washed over him like a warm spring tide, setting his nerves aflame.
"550," he said gesturing to Travis.
She didn't want the sword, she just wanted to jack up the price, so in a clear voice, Calbrena made her offer.
"700 gold."
"None of you pussies could even wield that thing." The cold voice came from nowhere, seeming to emerge from nothing but thin air. The auction house fell silent for a moment as a snarl came next, and the air in the back row seemed to shudder and twist like writhing snakes. First came the gray, faint at first, fast solidifying into blacks and whites. Eyes like chips of flint settled on the auctioneer. The guards, in a panic, scrambled for their weapons at the sudden sight of Dan Lagh'ratham. He pierced them with a glare, scowling.
"Don't. I'm here on business. I've got no interest in blood today. Come at me and I'll destroy this place and kill everyone inside before your reinforcements ever come." The guards traded nervous glances, and Dan closed his eyes, drawing in a deep breath.
"All right. A thousand gold for that steel toothpick you're bidding off, if I'm not too late."
"Fraid you are too late, my good man, but stay in store for what I've got next!"
Travis issued one of the sudden assistants to toss him something, a bl;ue eyeball of sorts. He held in it the air for all to see.
"The Eye of Tal’Erbaugh: The mummified eye of the Mystic Tal’Erbaugh still gazes at the world with an unnatural intensity. Its ice blue iris and surrounding area is still smeared with veined streaks of the azure blood of the man who the eye once belonged to, and if held in the palm of one’s hand the eye pulses uncomfortably, as if somehow still alive. If the Eye is set into a piece of jewelry and prominently displayed then it grants the wearer one use per day of the Mystic races signature Mystic Protection spell, completely blocking a single strike by forming a shield of glass around the wearer which fades once the attack is blocked. If the bearer of the Eye actually removes their own eye and replaces it with Tal’Erbaugh’s then the glass shield formed by the Mystic Protection spell actually explodes outwards into shards of glass as a living Mystic’s would, causing harm to everyone around the Eye’s owner unless their foes immediately drop to the ground. Let's say we start bidding for this incredible item at 700 GP!"
Calbrena grabbed the handle of the giant sword, and dragged it behind her, straining with the effort required of her to move it. The crowd laughed at her feeble efforts, and the devil stopped at the doorway.
"This isn't over, you hear? I'm going to get my older sister, The Deadly Sin of Greed to come down here, and turn your precious auction into a junk sale!" she declared, and then disappeared with her sword.
A note appeared in Travis's hands.
"Don't worry precious, it's far more beneficial to me for things to remain as they are. The essence of my nature runs rampant in your house, why would I counter that? If you run out of items to auction, let me know, I'll give you access to MY treasures.
~Greed."
"700!" Talen was getting the hang of this bid and lose the item game. The unholy way the eye looked at the crowd was too good not to go for.
"Look at her. Pathetic." Dan sneered at the little devil as she struggled to do something he could do with nothing but his pinky finger wrapped around its pommel. He had to admit that the sword's power had made him somewhat nostalgic; he'd once had a mythril dirk enchanted to do the same. Muttering under his breath, he closed his eyes agaiin and lowered his face, rubbing hard at his temple with the heel of his hand. After a moment, he looked back up, and producing a cigarette and a match, calmed his nerves with a long drag and squinted down the rows at Travis.
"Interesting," he murmured, watching as the auctioneer turned the eye this way and that, letting any and all to let them see its icy iris and curious, grotesque veins slithering across its surface. 'And the real power can't be released unless its implanted into the body' he thought, grinning slightly. It was almost as though the auctioneer had the item set aside for a man like him. After all, he had done the same four times before. What could a fifth time hurt? Or the sixth? Or even the twelfth? It was an easy way to gain power.
He shot a sharp glare at the boy who beat him to the first bid. Clearing his throat, he called out, "Nine hundred and fifty crowns."
"Sold, for Nine-fitty!" Travis exclaimed, signaling for the exchange to be made. Next, the group brought out a book, Travis took it from them and from all around the audience, the gras began to grow taller, forming seats that accomedated the clientelle.
"Written many years ago by a reclusive druid, the title of this moss streaked tome of etched bark translates roughly to “Way of the Living Woods”. Each page of the tome is filled with a variety of symbols representing the ebb and flow of the natural world. Once an understanding of the book’s symbols has been thoroughly researched, possessing the Via Silvictus allows the wielder to coax the rapid growth and movement of living organic plant life. An owner who touches the Via Silvictus, even someone with no magical potential, can wield nominal life giving nature magic. Someone who already possesses nature magic will find that their power is greatly enhanced while touching the tome. As a book of life, Via Silvictus cannot be used to kill plant life and a user must be in actual physical contact with the tome for its effects to work, though changes made while touching the book are permanent afterwards. Let's set it at 800 this time."
Aislinn looked upon the book, a hint of interest in her eyes before she raised a slender hand, "I will pay eight hundred for that."