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Title: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: CookieSkunk on July 05, 2018, 02:16:07 AM
[[Those who want to join, please GO HERE (https://www.thefurryforum.com/forums/index.php?topic=39630.0). As I said in the OOC board. This first post is going to be quite long. If someone wants to play the brother(Ornon), let me know. Tiberius is an NPC and not claimable. Feel free to be other patrons in the bar.]]

Were Isetta to say that it was a dark and stormy night, she would be lying. While it was dark, it was far from stormy. This was one of the hottest summers that she could remember. The weather outside was clear for the 6th day this week, and the 7th week straight. There hadn't been so much as a sprinkle, and nary a cloud in the sky. Taverns found that they had to limit the drinks that folks were ordering, as they were running low on their stocks due to the mass of people using ale to cool themselves from the scorching heat. Were a farm maiden to drop an egg, it would fry almost instantly.

Isetta stood outside, looking at the stars, trying to figure out what she wanted to do to cool off. She already had taken her armor off and was wearing scant more than her under garments. She stood on the highest roof she could find, letting the only slightly cool breeze work over her flesh as she looked out over the land. Why, oh why, did she have to live in the only town on the continent that wasn't on the coast or a river?

Even taking a bath wasn't an option, as the water from the well was tepid at best, warm during the day, and citizens of the town were restricted on the amount of water that they could use. There was too little in this drought.

Sighing, Isetta returned to the inside of the tavern, climbing down the stairs from the bedroom area to the eating area. Looking around the room, she sighed. There was a bard singing the same songs he always sang where the unused fireplace lay against the wall. Pulling herself up to the bar, the tender looked to her with a grimace. “See anything sign that this heat wave is ending soon?” Ornon asked, walking over to lean on the bar surface.

“Sorry, big brother, nothing yet.” Isetta sighed as she leaned up over the bar, looking at the few meager bottles that rested underneath. “If the weather doesn't break soon, we're going to have  to close the bar!”

Ornon sighed and nodded. “I know.” he shook his head and lowered his chin. “I don't know what to do. If we don't have the tavern, we don't have food or tools ourselves.”
Isetta sighed and lowered her chin. “I can make water, being a druid, but …” she sighed again and shook her head. “Not much and that doesn't buy food.”

Both Isetta and Ornon were startled when a strange man down the bar began to speak to them, having not said a word previously. “It sounds like there's an adventure in all of this.” Although it was hot out, he wore a long, black cloak, the hood over his head. Boney fingers were steeples, arms resting upon the bar's surface.
Ornon canted his head to the side “What do you mean, old man? What's the point of adventuring to fix the weather?”

The old man smiled “My name is Tiberius, and I've got reason to believe that these past almost two months of heat and lack of rain are not due to just weather.” Tiberius pulled back his long hood, making it quite evident why he wore it. There was a large chunk of his cheek missing.

Reeling, Isetta looked away. “Who.. what... how..?” she stammered, lifting a hand to her mouth. “What happened?!”

Tiberius said a single word, though it was filled with fury. “Lizardfolk.”
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Toad-san-u on July 05, 2018, 05:43:36 AM
A wagon roll around the corner, not far from the tarven. The wagon is being driven by a old grey wolf. He look up and hum to himself. “Little Zane. It time to wake and earn your keep.”


He look down the side of wagon. Under the wagon, there is a fox that barely can be seen unless one was looking hard enough. The black fox seem to be lightly swim...in mid air. He open his eye and let out a small hiss. “Seriously, It still this hot? Ugh. Ok, old man. Where is my new job?”


The fox grab the side of the wagon and began to move out of the belly shadow. However, area around his body simmer much like a one getting out of the water. The old wolf just point ahead of them. “Hmm, an oldie but a goodie. Ugh, I hope they have enough drink to get. This heat is killing me.”


“This heat is killing you? I in the middle and you in the shade. Don’t be crying to me, little pup. Now, this is your drop off. I heading out, I need to get finding some water to take back home. So I’ll be seeing you around later.” They pull to side of the traven. The fox hop out and walk in. He look around while walking to the bar. He shake his head and let out a small sigh as the counter was little of way above him.


“Every time.” he began to climb up on the bar stool. “Hey, what you got?



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Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: CookieSkunk on July 06, 2018, 11:33:31 PM
Isetta looked from Tiberius to the short new-comer, and back, wanting to hear more but knowing her duties. "Sadly the stock is running low but I will gladly get you what we have! We have a bit of ale, some wine, and" she smiled, her head canting to the side "what seems to be on everyone's mind, a little bit of water." The lioness' tail swayed behind her as she leaned on the bar to be closer to the height of the black fox before her, waiting for his choice.

Beside her, she heard Ornon speaking in quiet conversation with Tiberius about the culture of Lizardmen, and whether or not they were actually considered dragons or lizards. She giggled softly "Does it really matter what they are?" she chimed in, before turning her attention back to the fox before her.

[was trying to wait for more people to respond =(]
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Toad-san-u on July 07, 2018, 04:56:02 AM
“I figured that you would have the water on short stock. I been running into this for some time. I not going to ask for water. I don't want to take any of that in case for your bar. Just give me ale, if you got weak ale then the weaker the better.” He smile back when he finally was able to get to the top of the stool. “If I can get some in some sheepskin. I pay as much you can give.”


He look around.”I wouldn’t mind for few rumor or a quick job of any kind" He reach into one of his pouches to pull out few gold coin. “Really anything, I just looking for something to do or learn about.”



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Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: CookieSkunk on July 24, 2018, 04:22:28 PM
Isetta poured a mug of ale and set it on the bar, laughing softly. "Tiberius here was just telling use about some Lizardmen who he thinks are responsible for the heatwave." she laughed softly to herself. "It's 2 copper for the mug. I can pull up skins for 1 silver each." she added, looking to the small figure across from her. She wasn't sure his age, but most considered the age that you can climb onto the bar-stool old enough to drink weak ale. They were running low on their supplies, but the money would buy more, so she wasn't worried so much about that.

[Using prices from D&D (https://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/SRD:Food,_Drink,_and_Lodging). Skin holds 1/2 gallon]
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Toad-san-u on July 27, 2018, 12:46:05 PM
Zane nod at the price as he pull out 3 gold coin. “Ok with me. I like 16 skin if you have that many. Here for the ale and the skin that hold them as well for the information.” He smile.


He tilt his head in confusion, “Now what this about the lizard people? That sound familiar to me.” He down the cup quickly and tap the cup for refill. "How they be the reason for our little heat bloom?"

Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Ginger Ale on July 31, 2018, 05:06:50 AM
Tick, tick, tick, scrape. . . bzzzzt, tick, tick, tick, scrape. . . bzzzzt, tick, tick, tick, scrape. . .

The piercing noise of metal-on-metal scraping droned throughout the main room of the tavern. A pangolin-badger hybrid sat in a booth on the back wall of the tavern, muttering to himself while trying to fix a small device. He looks up for a moment, realizing that the entire tavern could hear his machine freaking out.

He cleared his throat, powered down his machine, and got up to get a drink.

"Um, sorry to interrupt -- what's the purest alcohol you sell here? I, uh. . . I need to clean some parts of my device, and my shop is on the other side of town."
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: CookieSkunk on July 31, 2018, 07:51:29 PM
Tiberius grinned, old fingers steepling on the bar, his yellowed teeth showing as he prepared to go into a grand story of the lizardmen when he heard the noise from the other side of the room. Twisting around and glaring at the pangolin mix, he huffed, pulling his large cloak around his shoulders and grumbling to himself about manners.

Isetta and her brother both laughed loudly at the sight, motioning him over to the bar. "We have some pure grain alcohol. That's about the strongest we have; make your eyes water just smelling it." Isetta wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, pulling a stoneware jug from under the counter and setting it heavily on top. "Do you think that will do?"

Ornon walked down the bar to Tiberius and laid a hand on the older man's shoulder. "Come, now, tell us about the lizards."

Tiberius threw back his cloak's hood, revealing a twisted scar that ran down his face and neck, one eye a piercing blue and blind as the scar ran thru it, the other a brilliant green. "I've seen them up close. Barely escaped with my life. You see, they use magic, and sacrifice to keep the one they call Semuanya happy. They think this being a deity, I think it a wizard, or perhaps a lich. Either way... he, she, it, whatever... keeps the lands dry and the lizards happy. They must get something out of it."
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Ginger Ale on August 01, 2018, 04:15:15 AM
Fulvius sniffed the jar and nodded. Pure grain indeed -- more pure than anything from his usual supplier. Maybe he'd come back another time. That is, if he would even run out before the whole town died of thirst.

"Perfect, thank you ma'am. Um, how much for the jug? I run out of good cleaning supplies pretty quick." Fulvius shifted in his stance, keeping an eye on the old man from behind his dark glasses. He knew a bit about the lizardfolk, but they never seemed any different than other customers of his. Maybe tonight was a good night to get wasted after all.
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Toad-san-u on August 01, 2018, 04:35:01 AM
Zane rest his chin in his hand, deep in thought, ‘Hmm. They do sound familiar…. Oh yeah. They not easy to play with.’


He watch the old man rambles on. Either out of curiosity or boredom, he not sure. Let his shadow awarenesses spread out into other people shadow to a "radar-like' to feel if any pouches feel any interest to him.


*Bing* His shadow sent back a ping. ‘Hmm, good size bag. Meh, at least this place won’t be a totally busted.’ Slightly smiling at the thought
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Wilco Whiteheart on August 02, 2018, 02:26:57 AM
The tavern doors open with a creak, and in enters a figure of a stronger stature then most, yet he was quiet and withdrawn, wearing a cloak and hiding his face. He walks to the bar, soft pads can be heard as he draws near the bar, before he sits down next to the mumbling old man. "You got something strong Isetta?" A voice comes out of the hood, gruff and quiet. He sighs quietly and is quiet, before a small bag of coins clinks as it hits the bench.

(How was that? If plot insists on Wilco not knowing the tavern owners, I'll change it. Although, It would make sense given that both of them are locals)
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: CookieSkunk on August 05, 2018, 02:31:10 AM
Isetta was shocked at the offer to buy the entire jug of the grain alcohol. "Um...10 GP* for the whole jug." she said, ears lowering slowly. She hadn't been expecting him to want the whole jug, but it did make sense if he had to clean often. However, her ears lifted, her tail swayed, and she smiled sweetly to the wolf as he entered, reaching under the counter and pulling out an Old Fashioned (http://images.linnlive.com/2d53f955aca19a18237d5a3049b0c913/36910c9c-bcec-4cd1-943f-0dafd039c645.jpg) glass, pouring it half full of amber whiskey, draining the bottle. She set it on the counter in front of the strong male and pushed it forward slightly. "It's good to see you, Wilco." she said softly, her eyes lidding half way. Blushing she turned away and busied herself with meticulously cleaning a pitcher at the other end of the bar.

Ornon laughed out loud and sidled over, leaning on the bar to whisper to Wilco "You know she likes you, right?" before heading into the basement to take stock of what they still had, and what they could afford to restock, all the while laughing.

Tiberious looked to Zane "Not nice, indeed. They use wicked twisted knives,  enjoy making their enemies suffer. I once heard they enjoy peeling skin from those they torture."

[[*Based on half the price of a bottle of whisky in Pathfinder (http://paizo.com/pathfinderRPG/prd/ultimateEquipment/gear/foodAndDrink.html), as it's made from corn mash, rather than grain]]
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Toad-san-u on August 05, 2018, 02:58:56 AM
Zane tilt his head in confusion, “Now that just not good for business.” He look at Tiberious, “If I remember some of the rumor I heard about them while back. They should have a ability of a sort to see heat. Main reason why I never thought about visiting them.”


He lean onto the counter to create more shadow so his little radar have little more power. In end, his shadow taste only one type of metal in the *pling*. It was just a bag full of copper. Not enough for him to bother. He figure to just listen to Tiberious as it seem that he was only getting drink for road and little of information. He know that any info, no matter how little can be the biggest thing to know in the battle or on a job.


‘And beside,’ Zane smile while thinking to himself, ‘I do enjoy a good story and more often, old crazy give out best story or joke. And those knife he talking about sound little interest.’

Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Ginger Ale on August 05, 2018, 05:08:01 AM
"Wonderful, thank you ma'am," Fulvius handed over ten gold pieces.

Fulvius moved the jug back over to his booth, and made sure to pay attention to the conversation over at the bar. He didn't want to miss out on information about these lizards, especially considering how often they come into his store. Wouldn't want to be selling to a bunch of cold-blooded murderers.
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Wilco Whiteheart on August 07, 2018, 12:21:39 AM
Wilco giggles and, after downing the amber whiskey, calls Isetta over. "Hey Isetta..." He says quietly, putting the hood back and a blush evident on it. He looks cute like this. He grabs out a small box and hands it to her. "Happy late birthday..." He says, before listening in to the conversation on the Lizardmen. He had run into them a few times, and appreciated their handiwork and craftsmanship. of course, that was from a business perspective. From a personal perspective, they were nice, though somewhat tempermental when grog is involved.

He looks at Isetta with a smile and a crimson blush on his face, as he goes back to some childhood memories.
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: CookieSkunk on August 07, 2018, 01:39:02 AM
Swiping the coins into the cash box, Isetta smiled at Fulvius. "No problem! I'm glad you'll find use for it. Nobody else does." she snerked as she flicked her tail.

Isetta swooned slightly ears lowering as she took the small box "Awwww! Wilco!!" she squeeled, before leaning forward, placing a kiss upon his cheek.  "You didn't have to do something for me!!" Biting her lower lip, she slowly lifted the lid to the box, peering inside.


Meanwhile, Tiberious smiled to Zane, a twisted smile. "That's right! They have Infared vision, like birds. Birds and lizardss are related, after all."
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Toad-san-u on August 07, 2018, 04:20:43 AM
“Now that make me wonder. Bird taste good, so what roast lizard taste. Hmm.” He tilt his head to side in thought while his eye slightly turn to the box that being given to gal behind the counter. He was fighting himself to not to lift it as he know stealing a present between couple is rude even for him.


“Well, that mean that I have to be very careful around them. Maybe I see that buddy that like to make certain custom made clothes.” He shake his head to clear the thought of cooked lizard as his belly was starting to growl.


He turn back to the old man, “So, what your point with the lizard people and the heat? I getting really tired of this mudding heat as I can't keep carry this weak ale all the time. I starting to mess up on some of my job because I getting little drunk and in my job, that can be a death happening.” He down the rest of his ale, he tap the counter while waving and point to himself and the old man he talking to for a refill.
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Ginger Ale on August 09, 2018, 05:34:15 PM
Fulvius started to disassemble his machine. It was a box about the size of a cantaloupe, with many moving parts. It'd be a good way to bide his time and listen to more of the old man's story. If these lizards really were a threat, he wouldn't want to be making armor and weapons for them from here on out.

Maybe, if anyone starts seeking out these lizards, he could get some serious business from them instead.
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Wilco Whiteheart on August 10, 2018, 08:03:29 AM
Inside the box was a ring, a perfect fit for Isetta’s hand. It was made in what seemed like 24 carat gold, and it had a signature touch that was evident in all of Wilco’s craft and made everything unique: A small love heart, on the top of the ring, with two heads either side of it. She could make out that one of them was hers, and the other was Wilco.

When she looked up, the crimson blush evident earlier had grown to be very prominent on his face as he smiled at her. “You like it?” He asks, holding another one in his hand, this one was bigger though, made for his hand. He slides it on and smiles.
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: CookieSkunk on August 11, 2018, 06:48:27 PM
Ornon returned as Isetta stared at the ring, her jaw dropping. "Is that...?" she asked, looking from the box to Wilco and back. Ornon laughed "Dude! Did you just propose to my sister?!" he smiled and heartily clapped his large hand on the wolf's shoulder. Not waiting for a response, he grinned "Welcome to the family!" he said, before sliding over to refill the drinks of Zane and Tiberius.

Isetta's eyes locked on the ring in the box, fingers tracing over the details that were delicately made. "Did you make this for me?" she asked, eyes straying to his paw. "It's beautiful!" eyes watering, she smiles wide.

"The point is, young one" the old man eyed the fox next to him, "that unless someone does something about these lizardmen, and their heat-bearing god-like wizard, nobody else will survive this never-ending summer. It will continue to heat up and heat up until there's no more food growing, no more water. Nothing but what those damned lizards keep for themselves in their protected oasis out in the desert."

Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Toad-san-u on August 12, 2018, 05:32:00 AM
Zane notice the ring. He thought it was good present, he wish the newly all the luck. he smile as he drink some more before he turn back to his drinking buddy.

The fox nod in agreement, “You are right in the heat need to leave. However, how do you know that it the lizardmen doing it or how are they doing it?” He tilt his head in questioning.


“I wouldn't mind to do something. It is my slow time for now and this sound like a interesting job to do.” Zane was thinking about the oasis the old man was talking about.

Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Wilco Whiteheart on August 17, 2018, 03:04:16 AM
Wilco smiles and, after giving Ornon a joking glare, brings Isetta close to him, kissing her. He stops after a minute and pulls away, smiling. "I love you." He says, blushing furiously.
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: CookieSkunk on August 17, 2018, 04:59:58 AM
Isetta's cheeks turned red under her fur as she returned the kiss, her ears hiding in her hair. "I love you" she whispered, acutely aware of the patrons scattered about the bar. Slowly she slid the ring onto her left paw, biting her lower lip, whispering a soft "yes" as she did.

Tiberius, lifting his glass to Ornon, Isetta, and then Wilco, took a long swallow of his drink. "It has to do with their wizard friend, I'm sure. He has some... weather magic. I'm too old to get close to them, myself, but.." he shook his head and sighed. "I'm sure of it in my bones."

Ornon smiled to Wilco and his sister. "Well, seeing as how these two are likely to be joined at this hip for some time, I guess I can keep a watch on the bar if everyone else wants to go adventuring. Someone has to be responsible, after all."

[putting notes in OOC. Please read]
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Toad-san-u on August 17, 2018, 08:45:55 PM
“Oh wag it.” Zane down the rest of his drink and smack the mug on the counter. “I got nothing going and this heat have been killing my business of lately.” He stand up and stretch until few loud pop was heard.


“So...which way in general you think it be?” Zane turn to the storyteller. “It sound like fun and who know what I can gain.” He ask while loading the skin he order and checking over his tool. “However, I need to get few new pick rod as mine is getting worn down. Do you know where the blacksmith is as well?”

Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Ginger Ale on August 23, 2018, 11:34:16 PM
Fulvius promptly stood up when he heard Zane mention a blacksmith. He cleared his throat and walked over towards the fox.

"If you're looking for a blacksmith, you're in luck. My shop is over on the other side of town," Fulvius smiled and clasped his hands together, "We've, uh, I've got some. . . unique materials. You could say they're pretty. . . enchanting."
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Wilco Whiteheart on August 23, 2018, 11:48:02 PM
Wilco chuckles at Ornon and looks to the group. "I own a shop just two buildings over. I've got some wares if you wanna see them first before looking at Fulvius'." He smiles and relaxes, before kissing Isetta again and awaiting the groups answer.
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: CookieSkunk on August 24, 2018, 12:12:37 AM
Isetta smiled at the kiss and, taking her cloak from the hook behind the cloak, she rounded the bar and slowly slid her paw into Wilco's blushing. She draped her cloak over her arm and nodded. "Lets go see what supplies we can muster up and we can reconvene back here." she smiled up at Wilco, still not used to being engaged.  "I know that I don't want to face anything with sharp knives and claws without some sort of weapon of my own." she felt a shiver go down her back as she looked over her shoulder at her brother.

Ornon smiled "I'll keep an eye out here. Go have fun you two lovebirds" he teased, refilling the glass of Tiberius, who seemed content to sit at the bar and wait as well.
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Toad-san-u on August 24, 2018, 12:30:27 AM
“Hmm. I don't mind checking out item that can be… as you put it…. enchanting. However, I mainly need of several different size rod no bigger than my finger. As well with the end flatten and bend.” Zane show Fulvius one of his pick rod. The end is flat while come to a point, however, the one he had was also dull and about to chip off.


“I run through them like crazy in my line of job. What I really need is something or someone to create a different way to bend the handle in any way I need it.” The fox talk out his thought to the blacksmith. ‘Let see if he truly have something in long run and if he any good, I more likely leave his shop off my checklist.” The ever working mind spoke to itself in the back of Zane’s head.


He turn to the couple. “I like to get the pick done first before i look at pleasure. I rather have my basic done and out of way. I will pay my way around your shop to see your ware. I can't wait to find this wizard or at very least his place. Can you imagine all of the rare and valuable item that just a simple wizard hold.” Zane’s smile shift into little more dark. “That and Wizard’s home defense tend to be fun to fight.”

Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Ginger Ale on August 28, 2018, 06:50:27 PM
Fulvius adjusted his glasses before clasping his claws back together again.

"Yes, lock picks, I have no problem with making these. I'll spare the details, but if you want a pick that can change shape at will, and not snap or wear, there's a quite hefty price tag. Two hundred fifty gold at minimum," Fulvius produced a soft smile, "We can discuss the details at my shop. It's on the other end of town. I'm about to head back if you'd like to join me."
 
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Wilco Whiteheart on August 28, 2018, 08:52:58 PM
Wilco nods and, holding Isetta close, makes his way with her to his shop. He smiles as they arrive and enter the shop, the smell of wood and iron hitting him like the aroma of a home. He lets Isetta go to find any wares he has stored around. "Hey hun... What do you think of these?" He asks as he lays a few weapons of varying design out on the front bench.
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: CookieSkunk on August 28, 2018, 09:21:06 PM
Isetta looked over the pile, a hand straying to rest over her stomach. "I will have to tell him eventually." she thought to herself, furrowing her brow as she looked at Wilco. Hovering her hand over the table, she stepped slowly in front of it, her eyes closing as if she was feeling the energy of the weaponry. She stopped in her tracks as her hand hovered over a matching set of sword and dagger; Bone-coloured pommel and cross-guard, with leather wrapping around it and the grip (https://swordsswords.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/thumbnail/653x466/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/I/N/IN5309.jpg), with a matching colour sheath, with leather accent (https://swordsswords.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/thumbnail/653x466/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/A/Z/AZ14.jpg). "These two!" she said, opening her eyes and looking up at Wilco. "They speak to me." she smiled sweetly, biting her lower lip, her other hand never straying from her stomach.

[[I couldn't find a sword that I liked that was all one piece. Please forgive.]]
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Toad-san-u on August 29, 2018, 04:02:03 AM
Zane nod to Fulvius, stand to walk with him to the door. "Ooh. That is a pretty price tag. And minimum at that. Hmm. Would I be wrong to think that a minimum meaning that there more variety type?” The fox ask while following behind a creature which he having fun figuring out.

Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Ginger Ale on August 30, 2018, 02:17:49 AM
Fulvius put his little mechanism away in a knapsack and picked up his earthenware jug before walking out with the fox.

"Yes, yes, the price is steep, no doubt about that. However, my products are unlike any others. I won't describe the process, but I have found ways to. . . "enchant" tools, weapons, and armor, without using any magic of my own. I am, after all, only a metalworker," Fulvius lowered his glasses a bit to where he could see over them as they walked outside.

"The minimum price is merely based on your requests. I estimate that a lockpick that can be molded at will by hand and sustain no damage would cost at least 250 gold. Do understand, the materials I use are very expensive, and the process is quite labor-intensive. Plus," Fulvius looked at Zane from over his glasses, "I have a 100% satisfaction rate. I may not be the fastest worker, but I always give a customer what they're looking for. Ask any old smith to make you a lockpick set, the whole thing'll be broken to bits within a year!"

Fulvius looked back ahead and cleared his throat, "Er, anyways, yes, there are many modifications I can make to my products. Luminescence, edge permanence, willful moldability, and a good deal of others."
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Wilco Whiteheart on September 02, 2018, 11:28:39 PM
Wilco smiles at her, before looking at her stomach. "She thinks I have forgotten about the whole thing that happened that night..." He looks at her. "They really suit you hun." He comes around and takes her weapons off of her, putting them to the side and then hugging her.
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: CookieSkunk on September 02, 2018, 11:35:00 PM
Isetta nuzzled into Wilco and sighed. "What about you? What will you defend me with?" she teased, looking up at him. "Your blacksmith hammer?" she giggled as her tail flicked, wondering where the others had gone off to. "I mean, I know that you can swing a normal hammer, as well, at least. Last I was there, the house looked amazing." Isetta leaned her head against Wilco's shoulder and sighed softly, drawing on his strength for a moment or two, taking slow deep breaths. "Wilco, I need to tell you something, but I don't want you to worry about me on this mission of ours."
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Toad-san-u on September 03, 2018, 12:13:16 AM
“Oh. Without using of your own magic. Hmm, I must admit, it sound very interesting. Would it happen to involve certain type of a metal?” Zane rub his chin in thought before shrug. “Meh, if it work then it work.”


The fox thought in his head, ‘And beside, if it certain type of a metal then it would be useless to even...borrow...yes. Borrow. Too heavy and all of that. However the information would be handy.’


“I wonder, I never done any metal working so would the magic have to work in certain way or something like a magic item would work well enough. Just curious as I do agree on the lockpick dulling and breaking. I have to carry a large supply to keep me going. If they work as you say they does. Then that alone will have me in your shop.” The fox smile before he remember. “Oh deer me. I forget, My name is Zane Shade’Tail. I’m jack of all trade on Adventure job. And While I am not rich as somefur I meet. I do have quite amount of gold so I wont worry too much at 250. Show me your line of tool. Daddy got a new hand for tonight poker.”

Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Ginger Ale on September 03, 2018, 03:04:32 AM
"Fulvius Isador Andrei," Fulvius offered his hand in greeting,"Thank you for reminding me -- I always forget to introduce myself."

Fulvius unlocked and opened the door to his shop, "Right this way Zane,"

The interior consisted of many weapons held up along the walls, and a counter dividing the customers' area from the rest of the shop. Behind the counter were dozens of machines which looked similar to the one Fulvius had in his knapsack. The room was almost completely dark, save for a dim blue light in a jar beside a machine on the counter. After Fulvius tapped the jar a couple of times, the whole room lit up -- jars along the walls held this same blue glow.

"Luminescence. I've got it in green, too. Used to have yellow, but that sold out. Take a look at some of my creations, if you see anything you like, just tell me. I'd like to get to work on your lockpick as soon as possible, so if you have anything to add as far as enhancements go, now's the time to ask."
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Wilco Whiteheart on September 03, 2018, 04:04:57 AM
Wilco is holding a Warhammer, easily recognisable as the one his father used in the Festive Games held every year. He sighs and holds her close. "You can tell me..." He says, putting up his current wares and making sure the shop looked like it was in an ok state, before dousing the forges fire. "I think I know what it is anyway... but go ahead."
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: CookieSkunk on September 03, 2018, 03:16:33 PM
Isetta sat at the customer counter, watching her fiance' tidy his shop, pride for him swelling in her chest, just as butterflies swarmed through her stomach. "We've been together for some time, and were promised for several months before you proposed today..." she looked down at the ring so newly put upon her finger and swallowed. "I would have told you sooner, but, well, I only recently learned myself and then you proposed when I saw you this morning..."

Isetta swallowed again, realizing she was delaying, babbling and making excuses for herself. She held out a paw to him, drawing him close. "Wilco, my love," she said, once she could look into his eyes, hoping he could not feel her shake, "You're going to be a father."
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Wilco Whiteheart on September 08, 2018, 09:27:01 AM
He chuckles and looks into your eyes, before bringing you into a hug and a kiss. "I'm happy..." He says, sighing. "Though I think you may have forgotten that we decided to raise a family that night... before this whole incident..." He sighs and releases you, grabbing at the Warhammer, like he was gonna use it, before letting it go.

He bends down and picks up some old and dusty armor, the set sizes too small. "Remember when I had this, hun? Our lil one would possibly love this, given our lifestyles..." He says, before storing it away and memories coming back of their childhood. "The old man in your tavern seems to be wanting revenge on the Lizardfolk, yet I know how they act, and I have had diplomatic relations with them... We don't need to fight, yet no one else seems to think otherwise... Violence is all these people want!"

He slams his fist into a wall, panting, before sobbing quietly.
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: CookieSkunk on September 08, 2018, 04:11:09 PM
Isetta wrapped her arms around her fiance', tears threatening to fall from her own eyes. "Trust me, I'm not eager to fight, either, but we have to expect it as a possibility. Yes, go in with the intent to be peaceful, but be prepared to fight if neccessary." She lifted her hand to his cheek, wiping the tears that fell into his fur. "And when we come home, we can raise our cub and have our family, ok?" Softly, Isetta leaned against him, hoping her presence might soothe him, her tail loosely looping a round his leg.
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Toad-san-u on September 11, 2018, 06:40:09 AM
Interesting name, Fulvius.” Zane wake through the door. He let out a low howl as he took in the room as it lit up.


“Luminescence...cool. Can you make it in different color of choices like purple. And make something travel work.” Zane stare at the blue light in wonder. He had seen many different lighting type in cave and tomb. “I love low light effect and it is easy on my eye in the dark cave.”


He turn to the shop owner. “Just mainly want to bend into keyhole perfectly and longer life. Like it in dark color but not black. Slight shine to pick it out in dark. Hmm.” He raise his paw to his chin. “If you can make it grow longer when it needed like behind large door.”

Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Ginger Ale on September 13, 2018, 03:12:38 AM
Fulvius thought for a moment.

"I can't make it grow or shrink in size. I can, however, make the metal pliable at will. On your command, the metal can change it's particular arrangement, and be able to morph into any shape you think of. . . as long as you are specific with your thoughts," Fulvius picked up a stack of papers from under his desk. The text began large, reading: 'This Covenant and Agreement between Fulvius Isador Mithradat Andrei and The Signed' before becoming significantly smaller.

Fulvius brought the stack to the counter, and presented it (along with a pen and a small jar of ink) to Zane.

"There are a couple of disclaimers in here. I'd recommend you read it before tomorrow. I'll have your price and the initial design ready by morning. The closest inn is just across the street. Tell the sloth at the counter that Mithra sent you, he should let you stay for half the price."

[[Zane can either choose to read through the contract before he comes in next morning, or sign it right away without knowing the consequences. I'll post the contract's info in the OOC board after you choose (I'd rather it be a secret till you decide :P)]]
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Wilco Whiteheart on September 13, 2018, 10:07:12 PM
Isetta wrapped her arms around her fiance', tears threatening to fall from her own eyes. "Trust me, I'm not eager to fight, either, but we have to expect it as a possibility. Yes, go in with the intent to be peaceful, but be prepared to fight if neccessary." She lifted her hand to his cheek, wiping the tears that fell into his fur. "And when we come home, we can raise our cub and have our family, ok?" Softly, Isetta leaned against him, hoping her presence might soothe him, her tail loosely looping a round his leg.

He nods, holding her close, before he sighs and stands. "I guess we now just wait for the others to come back." He says, grabbing a few items and putting them away, before sighing and looking to her, bringing her close. "You sure you'll be ok?'

(I can see Ray not liking Wilco so much cause of the fact that Wilco is a canine, which may trigger him to try and kill me XD)
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Rayleonarde on September 14, 2018, 05:46:04 AM
A jet-black carriage, pulled by two white horses, rolled down the path from the mountains. The driver, sporting a thin breastplate and a large feathered hat, surveyed the area ahead. He kept an eye out for bandits or other vagabonds. Inside, the passenger chewed the stem of a pipe, trying to keep his cool. The driver was, in his opinion, being too cautious. The delay irritated him; he’d wanted to be in town before nightfall.
‘Ah well,’ the rider thought, sighing aloud. ‘At least the scenery’s new.’
“About a half-day left, Hunter,” called the driver. “At least in this forest.” The Hunter only grunted in response.
The driver sighed, and glanced back at the carriage. “You’re very talkative, huh? Look. We’ve not spoken since Aetera Castle. Could you at least-“
A quiet SHUNK cut the driver off, as a broad-headed arrow buried itself deep in his throat. As his bod slumped from the seat, five gruff looking men stepped from the brush, weapons drawn.
From the latticework windows, the passenger scowled at his assailants.
The first bandit reached for the silver-etched door and threw it open. A deafening boom met him, sending the ruffian to the dirt in a spray of blood.


“I am Rayleonarde Blackburn, Imperial Hunter to King Garrus.” Ray stepped from the carriage, sword drawn and pistol smoking. “You interfere with my hunt; this is punishable by execution. Flee now, or face my wrath.”


An arrow struck the carriage, sinking into the wooden panel. Ray glanced at the shaft, before brandishing his pistol.
“Very well!”
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: CookieSkunk on September 14, 2018, 07:03:09 PM
Isetta nodded and smiled up to Wilco. "I'm still not even showing. So long as I take things easy, and don't get too hurt, I'll be fine." she stood on her toes to steal a kiss before settling herself on the bench again, leaning against the counter. She closed her eyes, relaxing as she waited for the others to come back, drifting off a bit as Wilco moved around the shop.

[[Sorry, can't add much to that, Ray >.>]]
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Toad-san-u on September 20, 2018, 10:14:12 AM
"Hmm. I take it with me while I rest. This is all I need without overweighting meself." Zane smile as he pick up the paperwork and walk out the door to find a shaded area to read and nap.
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Ginger Ale on September 24, 2018, 02:12:04 AM
"All right, have a good night. I'll be here."

Fulvius begins to draw up some plans for the lockpick before locking the front doors, and falling asleep.

[[Fulvius' door locks are enhanced, and can only be picked with magic or enhanced items!]]
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Wilco Whiteheart on October 11, 2018, 02:30:28 AM
Wilco finishes up tidying the shop and, seeing Isetta sleeping, smiles and picks her up softly, before laying her down in a small room to rest, as he starts creating some weapons, some versions that his father had enjoyed making.

(Not much I could've added rn. Sorry again @.@)
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Rayleonarde on October 23, 2018, 11:25:54 AM
Ray awoke with a start, thrusting his pistol towards the empty air. He slowly dropped his arm, as he tried to piece his memories together.


It was three days ago, by his reckoning, that the bandits attacked. He had lost control during the battle, the beast blood taking hold.


The hunter stood slowly, shaking leaves and twigs from his cloak and fur. The wind tugged against the tattered fabric of his cloak, as Ray began limping along the path. His sword was missing, but his pistol remained chained to his wrist. A useful design, given the hunters' proclivity for losing things.


'I slaughtered them,' the raccoon thought. 'There's nothing left. The Beast leaves no witnesses.'


He sighed, and headed for the first building he saw. A smithy, by his reckoning. Weakly, the raccoon reached up and rapped his knuckles against the door.
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Michen_S on October 26, 2018, 10:21:01 PM
Clad in camouflage colours, a cheetah was walking down a mountain path. She looked tired, and that's also how she felt. Sleeping wouldn't do much against that. She wasn't making much progress with getting anywhere thanks to this darn heat, even though she travelled around during nighttime for the past eternity. Even the wind did not offer much solace to her condition. On the plus side, it would also stop many a traveller from going land-inwards. The further she went, the more safe the roads apparently became. Especially this late.

The cheetah looked around to the scenery. Even the trees themselves appeared to be dying. Maybe they were. It wouldn't be much of a frickin' surprise with this stupid weather. Seriously, what the heck? The cheetah thread onwards, going towards a town she saw between the trees in the distance. She didn't know what the heck it was doing here in the middle of nowhere. A grin appeared on her muzzle appeared as she looked at it again. A town would be the best place to resupply. She was running low, especially on water. Man, she always was short on water! Probably thanks to that blasted heat again. She'd give a 1000 gold to put an end to this misery. You know, if she could actually get that ridiculous amount of gold. Now that'd be a laugh if that actually flippin' happened! She snickered for a moment as she slowly approached the buildings of the outskirts.
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: CookieSkunk on October 27, 2018, 03:26:03 AM
Isetta perked her ears as she heard the knock, confused at first as to where she was. Looking around the small room, she could smell that Wilco was near. Smiling to herself, she stood and stretched from her small nap, moving out of the room to the forge area. "We appear to have a visitor." she said, her tail flicking as she laid a soft kiss on his cheek before going to open the door, peering into the darkness beyond. "Hello!" she smiled sweetly "Can we help you with something?" she said, automatically

Isetta's eyes focussed on the man before her and she took a step back. She looked at the pistol chained to him and the haunted look to him. Looking over her shoulder, she pinned her ears to her head. "Wilco, I believe you have a customer..." she said, hoping that he would hear the earnestness in her voice.
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Toad-san-u on October 27, 2018, 08:47:31 PM
Zane found a nice shade under a tree nearby. He curl up in the sweet shade while he pull out the paperwork that he was given. "Hmm.....regarding damage cause by a deficiency in quality. Really? Hmm....Two hour....Two days...come back if malfunctioning before time up. That sound good to me. Hmm......can only be enhanced with the same type I ask for depend how I treat it would give me same reaction. Make sense. He can say no if I mess with his work. That is agreeable. Then all I gotta do is sign it. And......done."

He roll up the paper and lean against the tree. "Hmm. Now let see, the old man say that the lizard people might be the cause of the heat. Hmm. where to start anyway?" He mumbling to himself while closing his eye. He didn't notice few new people walk by him. "It would be fun to mess with the lizard and sharping my skill."
   
   
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Ginger Ale on October 31, 2018, 01:55:45 AM
Fulvius awoke to a little feral rat scratching around his house. The little thing scurried around a bit, probably looking for food. The hybrid rose out of his bed, and opened one of the cabinets nearby. He took out some potted beef jars, and gave a little spoonful to him. He picked the whole chunk up and ran off with it. Fulvius smiled.

He opened the curtains in the front shop window, and resumed working on the drafts for Zane's lockpick. Hopefully he'll come in soon.
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Wilco Whiteheart on October 31, 2018, 11:35:08 PM
Wilco heard the tone of Isetta's voice and came to the door. "Is something wrong, dear?" He asks, before seeing said visitor and gulping. He moves Isetta out of the way, and brings the raccoon in. "Can you get some water hun? This hunter seems... weak..."
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Rayleonarde on November 02, 2018, 10:12:35 AM
Ray staggered forward, steadying himself on a nearby chair.
“I...require...a new blade. Of silver...the purest you can muster.” He then, slowly, withdrew a shiny silver ball, scarcely an inch at its largest. “And these...a dozen of them.” The hunter, who had barely held his eyes open, finally looked at his current company. The female seemed worried, perhaps she held some innate magickal sight, or could sense the presence of beast-blood.
But Ray was much more interested in the male before him. He bore many attributes of the Beast, yet lacked the insatiable bloodlust. Ray’s eyes locked onto Wilco’s, trying to ferret out any inkling of the Beast.


In Aetera, as most guides and writings pointed out, canids were very rarely allowed into the kingdom. Any that get in, by trade or request from the queen, were followed by several hunters and a cadre of the Royal Cannoneers.

Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: CookieSkunk on November 02, 2018, 06:23:36 PM
Isetta moved quickly to the small kitchen, returning with a simple glass of water. Her paw was shaking softly when she held it out to the stranger. She didn't know what it was about him that made her so nervous. She had never had this feeling before; after all, she ran a tavern - strangers came and went every day. But there was this aura about him that raised her hackles and made her want to unsheath her claws and lash her tail. Her ears stayed halfway back, unable to stand fully no matter how much she put her will into them. "You appear to have come far." she said, her voice shaking more than she would have liked.
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Michen_S on November 02, 2018, 07:36:15 PM
Near daybreak, the cheetah finally walked into the city somehow. Actually that wasn't exactly true. She didn't quite "walked" in as much as she darn "slumped" in. Looking around, she noticed how others were only now starting to wake up. How the heck had OTHERS not changed their dayly rythm to match this crazy soon-to-be desert yet? The heat had been going on for over a MONTH, you'd think people would adjust themselves at least a little bit! Still stumbling forwards and panting, she slowly made her way towards the centre of the village. Or at least what she thought would be the darn centre of the village. There should be some frickin' water supply around anyways. She cursed herself under her breath for not taking more along when it actually mattered.
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Mikala on November 08, 2018, 08:21:05 PM
Meanwhile, Morgwyn steps into the tavern, a small snarl twisting her snout and showing her teeth before she returns to a neutral facial expression and smoothing the fur in between her ears into a more... manageable state. She goes to sit at the bar and waggles her finger at whichever bartender is closer. “I hear tell...” she begins, her low voice almost predatory, “that you know what the cause of this accursed heat is, and are looking to find a solution. I want in.” She nods. “And something to drink, while you’re at it. I have goods to trade for it.” She tosses the corpse of a feral rabbit onto the counter, slightly startling other patrons.
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Toad-san-u on November 26, 2018, 09:42:37 AM
Zane stretch after a quick nap. "Well. I best go and see how my new toy doing."

The little fox walk by few people, his hand moving into and out of pocket without even thinking of it. He have been doing this for so long that he sometime don't realize he did until he find some new items in his jacket.

Walking in while knocking on the door to let anyone know he inside the building. "Ello? I check over the paperwork and sign it. I do have a few question though."

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Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Ginger Ale on November 26, 2018, 04:44:03 PM
Fulvius greeted the fox with a wave, "Hello, Zane," he stood up and walked to the counter, "What questions do you have?"
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Wilco Whiteheart on January 02, 2019, 10:03:09 AM
(Aww Fluff... Sorry for forgetting guys, lifes been busy since I graduated)

Wilco nods slowly and gets up, grabbing a mysterious cloak from the hook next to him and wrapping it around Isetta. "If he jumps you, this'll keep you safe..." He whispers in her ear, before turning away and finding his stash of silver, starts working on the raccons request.

[For Ray's Eyes Only]
The Canid before you seems like one that was locally here since his life started, and has seen the town grow and been with it through its times and troubles. His name, if spoken aloud, will register with you (maybe), as many people, some in Aetera as well, knew of his masterful blacksmithing father, who had filled orders for the Queen herself and was trusted, hence no guards around. This... knowledgeable canid... Wilco... may be useful... (But what of the girl? What is her relationship with the canid? Up to you to decide.)
[Hope that fits well with you Ray.]
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Rayleonarde on January 02, 2019, 02:15:15 PM
Ray finished his drink and set the glass down gently, paw shaking. He toyed with the amulet around his neck and stood. "I'm afraid I must leave. I have much to do. Leave the crafts in a burlap bag outside."
He then turned and stepped outside, drawing upon his pistol.
One of those brigands, Ray thought, bore the stench of the beast. He must be dealt with.
The raccoon sprinted off into the wilderness, vanishing into the greenery accompanied by the snapping of twigs.
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Michen_S on January 06, 2019, 02:52:51 PM
The cheetah had finally arrived in the main centre, ready to settle down for the day. That, plus it was probably not a good sign things started to get a little weird for her, not to mention the headache she started to get. This really wouldn't go on for much longer. People would die because of this madness, and she was not planning to be the first one to do so. This was ridiculous. Wanting to seek shelter ASAP, the cheetah just stumbled toward the first establishment she saw in the town square and tried to go inside without questioning anything any further.
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Nova Starpaws on January 07, 2019, 01:16:05 AM
Nova stared at the town's well, his tongue drier than it has ever been in his life. He shifted his wings uncomfortably. He walked to the nearest house and asked where he could find a tavern, or a bounty board. "Bounty board? Erm. It's at a tav-" The resident looked up. "Lizardfolk!!!" he hissed and pulled out a knife. Nova dodged the first couple of swings, but then got a deep gash in his chest. Just a scratch to him, but lethal to anyone else. His eyes flashed purple and his attacker dropped, unconscious. Intending to find the tavern, he went the the street. Found the tavern, and walked in. At the same time healing his gash, and asked for some food. Meat specifically.
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: CookieSkunk on January 10, 2019, 12:39:09 AM
Isetta pulled the cloak close around her, sitting close to the forge, shivering from nerves more than cold. She watched the door long after the stranger had left, her tail tip twitching against her legs. "Something about him.." she whispered before shaking herself and turning her attentions back to the cloak she wore. "What is this cloak, love? I don't recall it."



Ornon found himself quite suddenly busy in the bar. Eyeing the carcass on the counter, he smiled a half smile. "Well, we generally prefer money, but food is food." pouring a mug of ale, he set it next to the rabbit, careful of any blood that might have splattered. "If you want to know about the heat, tho, you're looking for that gentleman there" Ornon tilted his maned head toward the corner where the cold fireplace lay. There, Tiberius sat, still in his dark cloak, alone at a table. "He's the one who brought the news."

Shortly after Ornon gave these directions a Cheetah stumbled in, causing several patrons to curse as they were bumped into. Ornon rushed over, catching her and directing her to a chair to sit, bringing her some of the precious water. "Are you ok?"

No sooner had he said this did he hear the commotion outside and scaled being came in. Ornon stood quickly, his tail lashing. "Remove your cloak and identify yourself" he said, claws unsheathing from his paws. "So we may know if you are friend or one of those we hunt."
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Toad-san-u on January 10, 2019, 05:53:07 AM
Zane hand over the signed paperwork, "I like to know that is that basic deal and can you make a glove with a special pocket for my new toy. I do have a bad habit of misplacing them."

The shadow mage felt a odd wave through the shadow within his range but it was far enough that it wasn't clear. He dismiss it for now unless it gain more wave. He want to make sure that he is ready for his next fun and this fellow had caught his attention.

A quick shake of head, "And what is your enchanting strength on shadow magic. I looking for very special jacket."

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Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Ginger Ale on January 14, 2019, 12:37:28 AM

"Yes, I can make a glove like that for you. All my products come with carrying cases. I'll need some measurements first," Fulvius said. As he put the signed contract under the counter, he took out some measuring tape and began to mark Zane's measurements on a scrap of paper. After about a minute, he moved the paper and tape to a desk.

"Now, about your second question, Zane," Fulvius leaned onto the counter, "I don't have any way of doing "real" magic. I can only modify my own works with physical materials. I can't tell you exactly how it works, but it isn't anything like true magic -- it's the materials doing the enhancing, I'm just getting them to do it the way I want. So unfortunately, I can't help you with the jacket. Plus," Fulvius smiled, "I'm more of a metalworker than a tailor. If I made a jacket it'd probably be pretty uncomfortable."

Fulvius grabbed another piece of paper, and added together some numbers, looking at a sheet inlaid under glass into the counter, "Anyway, the price of your purchase comes to 263 gold, with an extra ten silver for leather gloves or five silver for cotton gloves. Do you find this a fair price?" Fulvius reached out his scaly hand across the table, and looked Zane in the eyes from over his glasses.

Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Wilco Whiteheart on January 14, 2019, 02:50:17 AM
Wilco smiles and stops his work, having already done quite a bit. "The cloak was one my father had made for my mother... she was known for being easy pickings, being a full pacifist. So dad had made her the cloak of Protection, with the help of..." He thinks for a minute. "Parathra, that was it. Town Wizard at the time, very powerful. Very friendly, too. So dad and Parathra made the Cloak of protection for mother, and she wore it a lot afterwards, especially when she was bearing me and my brother... Sadly, when I was about 4, this was before I met you, she forgot it one night and was jumped by a thief, who killed her..." He goes silent as tears threaten to break. "That hunter... He's a beast... though he tries to deny it... I could see it in his eyes... like he tried to see in me..." He turns back to his work, going quiet.
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Rayleonarde on January 14, 2019, 04:44:38 PM
"So," hissed the bandit. "You've come for me, then?"
Ray grit his teeth, wiping the blood from his mouth. "Unholy beast. You and your men have stolen my sword. I will have your head."
The bandit smirked and drew his axe. Wickedly curved, barbed and bloodstained, it was a fearsome weapon. He stepped towards Ray, his eyes wild and hate-filled. His opening gambit was a vicious overhead swing, aiming to cleave the raccoon's skull in two.
Ray brought his arm up, catching the axe just below the blade. Ray lashed out with an open paw, quickly tearing his silver sword free from the bandit's belt. Giving himself some room, Ray drew the blade quickly in front of himself, forcing his opponent back.
After regaining composure, the bandit charged forward with a horrifying roar, but was cut off by a swift swipe by the hunter, whose silver blade slid through the bandit's neck like a hot-knife through butter. Ray didn't let the bandit hit the ground before freeing his opponent's head from his body. With a flourish, the hunter sheathed his sword and started away, leaving the bandit's comrade's speechless, even as Ray began dragging the corpse away.


Ray grunted as he hefted the body higher onto his back. He needed it, as the organs were important for his medicine. The meat would be pressed, the fluids extracted and distilled. This would then be mixed with laudanum and a touch of mint. This tincture would subdue the beast, for a time.
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Michen_S on January 15, 2019, 05:13:11 PM
The cheetah happily took the water and downed it in one go. Giving a somewhat annoyed sigh, she swore to herself not to leave without water again... That sounded awfully much like the last time she had that darn thought. Just look at what she did with that. The cheetah cursed herself silently, flipping her tail under her cloak in self-annoyance. Stealing just enough to survive wouldn't cut it. Not this time.
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Nova Starpaws on January 16, 2019, 01:30:32 AM
Nova growled, obviously annoyed at being stopped. He thought about pulling out one of his throwing knives and using that as an distraction, but his mind was pre-occupied with his chest wound. Deciding that he wanted to live to atleast drink some water, he slowly took off his heavy cloak, revealing form fitting plate armor, and weapons befit of a assassin, or a trained foot soldier. "I am neither friend, nor foe, but that can change quickly" he said, his voice scratchy due to his throat being dry "I have heard of the lizardfolk rumor, but I am not one of them." He snatched his favorite weapons from the ground, a broadsword and an enchanted bow, and held them close, not wanting them to get damaged, and sat down in a booth, under Ornon's watchful eye, prepared to answer nearly any questions he has. Shifting uncomfortably under Ornon's glare, his jagged wing hit the wall and he hissed, his eyes flashing purple, shocking himself with a tiny bolt of lightning.
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: CookieSkunk on January 18, 2019, 12:06:17 AM
Ornon lowered his claws, drawing a mug of water and bringing it to the dragon. He spoke softly, his ears lowered in apology. "We just learned of the lizardfolk, ourselves, and are a bit on edge. Our townspeople - including my sister - are gearing up to try and stop them (assuming they can find them)." setting the water on the table, he lowered his chin "I meant no harm, it is better to be safe, then be dead."

Slowly the lion turned, checking on the cheetah near the bar,  and looking over the other patrons as well. His paws were going to be full without his sister to help, not that he wasn't capable. He waited to see if the dragon had anything else to say.



Nearby, Tiberius sat folded over a book, thumbing thru the pages, his wrinkled hands scratching at the old pages as he followed the text with his finger tips, careful to not miss a single word. He occasionally would mumble a word to himself as he read, sounding almost like a code; "lizardmen...... knife....... shaman...... sacrifice....... heat...... desert....... "



Isetta  moved to her fiance, slowly turning him to look at her. "If there is a beast in you, I've never seen it - not in all the years I've known you. We would not be engaged if I had." she ran her paw over her stomach "This... would not be here if I had." she blushed and pulled the cloak around them both as she wrapped her arms around him. "Now. what needs to be done for this quest of ours?" she asked, hoping to lighten the mood. Leaning up she kissed him softly, holding him close.
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Toad-san-u on January 18, 2019, 09:51:21 AM
Zane nod in agreement. "Hmm. If it quick then I would be fine with a quick work. I little annoy with the heat so I like to see if there something to do after that old one spoke of.  And that price is fair enough to me. And oh well. I will find that perfect coat." The short fox stare away in distance.

A quick shake of his head, "Sorry about that. Anyway, would you happen to know which road I need to walk to the land of lizard folk. If there something to this theory then it might be fun."  He smirk while he pull out a small leather bag of coins out of his deep pocket.



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Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Ginger Ale on January 21, 2019, 04:08:31 AM

"Well, I'm glad we made a good deal. And as far as the lizard folk, I've done business with them but I've got no idea where they come from. Certainly not from in town. I think that old man at the bar across town may have some information. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious myself," Fulvius walked around to the other side of the counter, "I'm gonna head out to that bar. I'm probably gonna have to close down for a while until this heat dies down anyways, might as well have a bit of fun for the day, no?"

Fulvius wiped his smokey glasses and continued, "Oh, and don't worry about your lockpick, it'll be done in a few days. I work quickly at night. I'll meet you outside, just have to get everything set for closing."
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Wilco Whiteheart on January 24, 2019, 12:41:09 AM
Wilco kisses back. "The beast in me... I'm in control of it, hence why it has never been seen..." He blushes when she came in close to him. He then stands up and sighs. "I've gotta finish the raccoons order, and we're both prepared... I was thinking of heading back to the bar afterwards, unless you wanted to start moving in soon?" He asks, a cheeky smile running across his face.
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Rayleonarde on January 24, 2019, 07:17:57 AM
Ray stepped out of the alchemist’s a body and two glass flasks lighter. He knew it’d be an overnight process, but he could wait. He looked around the town, looking for a place to kill time, when his eyes rested on the tavern.
‘A drink,’ the Hunter thought. ‘Perhaps a good yarn as well.’ He shrugged and headed inside, keeping his hat dipped low on his brow.
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Michen_S on January 25, 2019, 09:30:41 PM
In the meantime, the cheetah calmed down just a little. She was still thirsty though. She also kept weary of her environment, something that she learned from her adventures up to this point. Looking around every so often, trying her best not to seem too obvious.  Keeping the cap of her cloak up, she managed to scan the place without making eye contact. She didn't see any chance to steal anything in the current situation.Nothing that could be of value anyways. It was too risky. It appeared she would have to let this chance slide for now.
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Nova Starpaws on January 28, 2019, 01:46:14 PM
Nova was about to drink the water he was gave, when he noticed the cheetah. She looked extremely dehydrated, so instead of drinking the water himself, he gave it to the cheetah. "I would never take water from someone who needs it more. I may be a bounty hunter, but i'm an honorable bounty hunter."
Title: Re: Storm Songs (open RP)
Post by: Toad-san-u on March 03, 2019, 06:38:05 AM
Zane nod in agreement, the shadow fox step outside. He look around the town that he can see from his spot while lightly panting from the heat. He thinking about grabbing a drink and finding a shade to nap little more until the night fall or finding a group to travel with as he could hick a ride in their shadow. Smiling at his laziness that seem to kick in every time when he get hot.

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