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Shima's fierce look directed at the potion merchant manages to take him back for a moment. It shuts him up for the duration of her telling him off. Once both women leave his stall however, his disturbed, frightened look cracks like ice on a lake that has someone too heavy tread upon it. It shatters. He raises a hand to cover his mouth as the laughter escapes, as though he'd just told himself a great joke. The threat did frighten him at first, but the fear didn't last long. He makes no moves to follow the two women though, or call over to them, he's already had his fun.
As Shinma and Kayleesa make their way into the market further, they do indeed find another merchant who's sign in the street indicates them to be a potion merchant. This one has a more permanent looking store front, one with wooden walls and a roof over it, and shelves of potions on display for whomever comes to shop at his location. He's dressed in white robes that hang over his rather rotund figure, and his middle aged face sports a bushy mustache.
Shima's fierce look directed at the potion merchant manages to take him back for a moment. It shuts him up for the duration of her telling him off. Once both women leave his stall however, his disturbed, frightened look cracks like ice on a lake that has someone too heavy tread upon it. It shatters. He raises a hand to cover his mouth as the laughter escapes, as though he'd just told himself a great joke. The threat did frighten him at first, but the fear didn't last long. He makes no moves to follow the two women though, or call over to them, he's already had his fun.
As Shinma and Kayleesa make their way into the market further, they do indeed find another merchant who's sign in the street indicates them to be a potion merchant. This one has a more permanent looking store front, one with wooden walls and a roof over it, and shelves of potions on display for whomever comes to shop at his location. He's dressed in white robes that hang over his rather rotund figure, and his middle aged face sports a bushy mustache.
The Gamboler's Ace
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When Riley makes her way back up to the room she'd rented, she finds the large muscled man, with several scars picked out to make him seem more rugged and manly, still nude and shackled to her bed. The timer for his 'resurrection' was still counting down, twenty minutes until he'd respawn at the Church here in the Guild Ward. She had time yet to recollect her shackles before they joined him at the Church, making his prediciment already quite difficult to explain even more embarassing.
Down below, in the bar, just as Greg is gearing up to go adventuring, another player makes his way into the bar. His avatar is in his mid twenties, a tussel of brown hair that gives him the wild look of a man of action, along with the five o'clock shadow of a beard belonging to a man who doesn't have time to shave, his adventures far to urgent. He's got a chain mail shirt for armour and a white pair of loose pants tucked into traveller's boots. A hand and a half sword is in it's scabbard slung over his shoulder as he makes his way on over to the bar. He leans on it and offers Jo Hawke a smile, "Mystery, is it? I'd heard a player was running this bar, wanted to come see it for myself." [[GM note, unless I'm reading that wrong and the character's 'handle' is Jo Hawke and the real life player's name is a mystery... In which case, this guy calls her Jo.]]
When Riley makes her way back up to the room she'd rented, she finds the large muscled man, with several scars picked out to make him seem more rugged and manly, still nude and shackled to her bed. The timer for his 'resurrection' was still counting down, twenty minutes until he'd respawn at the Church here in the Guild Ward. She had time yet to recollect her shackles before they joined him at the Church, making his prediciment already quite difficult to explain even more embarassing.
Down below, in the bar, just as Greg is gearing up to go adventuring, another player makes his way into the bar. His avatar is in his mid twenties, a tussel of brown hair that gives him the wild look of a man of action, along with the five o'clock shadow of a beard belonging to a man who doesn't have time to shave, his adventures far to urgent. He's got a chain mail shirt for armour and a white pair of loose pants tucked into traveller's boots. A hand and a half sword is in it's scabbard slung over his shoulder as he makes his way on over to the bar. He leans on it and offers Jo Hawke a smile, "Mystery, is it? I'd heard a player was running this bar, wanted to come see it for myself." [[GM note, unless I'm reading that wrong and the character's 'handle' is Jo Hawke and the real life player's name is a mystery... In which case, this guy calls her Jo.]]
The Briar Wood
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As soon as Lucy closes her eyes, she can feel a difference. There is sunlight upon her face, warm and welcoming. The breeze suddenly dies off, leaving the area still. That sound of windchimes grows just a little louder. Then, she can hear voices. When she choses to open her eyes, she will find herself sitting not where she was originally, but somewhere else entirely.
She still sits within a clearing in a forest, though this time the foliage offers a clear view of the sky above. The sky itself is a golden colour, unlike the clear blue that everyone is accustomed to. Even the trees seem more friendly. The trees form a ring around the clearing, however between the trees as one looks out, one can see a thick purple fog, bubbling and roiling, yet never spilling into this clearing.
The clearing is filled with groups of faeries. Each faerie looks much like an adult woman, though standing only the height of a ten year old. They have dragonfly style wings, and are dressed in diaphanous short dresses that leave very little to the imagination. They lounge about the clearing, some of them playing chess, others drawing a squirrel as it poses upon a branch. Other than the faeries, there is but one person sitting upon a chair. He is tall, he would be six and a half feet tall if he were standing upright. Bare chested, he is very well muscled and covered in henna tattos of various tribal designs. He wears a cloak made of leaves over his shoulders, an his legs are those of a goat. His forehead has a pair of ram's horns spiraling out from his oak brown hair. He lounges upon his chair looking quite bored, completely uninterested by anything going on around him. Until of course he notices Lucy sitting there in the middle of the clearing. He turns his eyes to her, and watches with an intent curiousity.
As soon as Lucy closes her eyes, she can feel a difference. There is sunlight upon her face, warm and welcoming. The breeze suddenly dies off, leaving the area still. That sound of windchimes grows just a little louder. Then, she can hear voices. When she choses to open her eyes, she will find herself sitting not where she was originally, but somewhere else entirely.
She still sits within a clearing in a forest, though this time the foliage offers a clear view of the sky above. The sky itself is a golden colour, unlike the clear blue that everyone is accustomed to. Even the trees seem more friendly. The trees form a ring around the clearing, however between the trees as one looks out, one can see a thick purple fog, bubbling and roiling, yet never spilling into this clearing.
The clearing is filled with groups of faeries. Each faerie looks much like an adult woman, though standing only the height of a ten year old. They have dragonfly style wings, and are dressed in diaphanous short dresses that leave very little to the imagination. They lounge about the clearing, some of them playing chess, others drawing a squirrel as it poses upon a branch. Other than the faeries, there is but one person sitting upon a chair. He is tall, he would be six and a half feet tall if he were standing upright. Bare chested, he is very well muscled and covered in henna tattos of various tribal designs. He wears a cloak made of leaves over his shoulders, an his legs are those of a goat. His forehead has a pair of ram's horns spiraling out from his oak brown hair. He lounges upon his chair looking quite bored, completely uninterested by anything going on around him. Until of course he notices Lucy sitting there in the middle of the clearing. He turns his eyes to her, and watches with an intent curiousity.
