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[RobCoPublicReassurance]

N'Kvaka: N'Kvaka's slow voice rolls into the merchant's storeroom. It is suspicious, and has a hint of knowing sarcasm.

"You are slow, vendor of magewares. This one grows impatient. Bring this one's order immediately, or it shall take its business elsewhere."

Edited by RobCoPublicReassurance, 27 November 2010 - 08:18 AM.

[MoDqUeen]

It took ahwile till Nynlata had passed the tavern that both she and Leonardo had visited earlyer. With a curious shrug she decided to make her way in, thinking forst however it would eb wisee to hide her atrifact. Looking around for a suitable hiding spot that seemed to be out of sight and unused, Nynlata eventually came across such a location. Looking round hesitantly Nynlata Placed the vase inside a what seemed to be a wearhouse full of grain. Although upon closer inspection it could be found that all the grain was old and that the scent of all activity had been washed from the place so onlt that of the grain remained. The place she had chosen to hide it was inside one of teh very bags, one of the oldest and most unapealing should anyone stumble in there that night.
After the deed was done Nynlata rubbed her hans together and walked back to the bar, only to find that a fight had broken out, she rubbed her hands together with a myschevious grin on her face, "Now who am i to turn down a good bar brawl.." As she approached however it seemed to draw to a close as the guard carried the two off.
"Damnit...." she said as her grin faded.
After a few moments of observing Nynlata wandered into the bar, only to find Leonardo there. Without hesitation she walked right up to him and patted him playfully on the back, although not knowing her own strength it was most likely much harder than she had intended. "Well well lookie who i found again." she chuckled "By the looks of things id say youve had a bit of luck no?"

[XanAlderon]

OOC: Modqueen, you're in your human form right?

Leonardo was thrown off balance by the hit and stumbled a step before steadying himself. He turned to face Nynlata as she addressed him, staring at the strange elven woman in puzzlement. "you're Nynlata" he said remembering her transformation on the ship, "I didn't recognise you in that form".

He leant back on the wall "I've been extraordinarily lucky, the innkeeper has got me working as the bouncer here and as far as I can tell it pays good money" He watched a large man entering the inn suspiciously "...tell me, how did you go? Get any clients?"

Edited by XanAlderon, 28 November 2010 - 12:08 AM.

[Zephyr Kronos]

NIGHT The woman holding the merhant hostage waited patiently for his pitiful replies.
"T-t-they m-m-meet i-i-in the b-b-b-bas-s-s-se-m-m-m-ment of the Tower of R-r-r-rod-d-d-dgeri. The one w-w-w-with the s-s-s-statue w-w-w-w-with the sp-sp-spear. Th-th-they ordered a l-l-l-lot of d-d-d-dragon blood, s-salt peter, and s-s-some salts." He stammered.
"What kind of salts?" She hissed.
"Ash, void, and fire." He quivered.
"Good, good, you've been a good litte boy and told me all you know but unfortunately it's not enough."
"W-w-w-what?!" He screamed, "Wait I have more! They met today! At 1 o'clock! It was supposed to be he last meeting!"
"Ah, excellent." Her tongue slid down the side of his neck again. "But you've also supplied a group of conspirators with the tool to kill a King so...unfortunately for you-"
"NOO! PLEASE!!! HAVE MERC-" He screamed, cut off by the silver of the figure's dagger slicing through his throat. As she did so she pushed the door open and threw his corpse out in front of everyone and vanished a jettison of shadow and blood. The merchants blood spilt everywhere till gushing out of his neck as he feebly tried to gurgle out words.



The two combatents were charged simoultaneously, as if on que. The beggar slashed viciously at the orc's upper arm as his opponent tried to sweep his legs out from under him. The orc countered by blocking with his buckler and slamming it into his opponent's shoulder. The beggar jumped lightly voiding he great arc of the Orc's blade.

[MoDqUeen]

OOC: thats right ^_^

Nynlata grinned, "Bingo! I was half expecting you not to but thats beside the point." she said before combing through her short white hair with her fingers shortly, noticing that she hadnt completely washed all the blood from her hair as when she removed her hand there was a wash of a misture between blood and water on her hands. Seeing this she inconspicuosly wiped her hand on her pants before folding her arms. "Im glad youve had some luck. Me? No clients, but i did drop in on a merchant... was about to get me a sweet looking artifact to haggle with but, some ass beat me to it and killed the guy and took what i was looking for..." she chuckled and a crazed grin crossed her face, "I dont care who the hell he is but if i see him again im going to give him sonething to remember me by thats for sure." she shrugged, "I still managed to get something of interest though. Dunno how mych it will get me but we'll see." she paused a moment, "Seeing as youve now got a paying job, care to possibly explain the currancy to me? Diddnt exactly get the chance yet ya know?"

[RobCoPublicReassurance]

N'Kvaka: The Sload stares blankly at the bloodied corpse of the merchant, and begins to help himself to the vendor's wares.

"It seems you made many enemies, vendor."

A few minutes later, N'Kvaka floats off with his platforms piled high with money, ingredients, and runic supplies. He leaves remainder of the wares for the street ruffians, but keeps the corpse of the merchant for his experiments.

He heads off to his villa in the outskirts of Isla Chrunus, where he begins to combine the Ash Salts and Void Salts, and boils the Comberry juice.

Edited by RobCoPublicReassurance, 28 November 2010 - 07:50 PM.

[evilneko]

Soyokaze turned her head to regard her new escorts. She had expected she'd be joined eventually. The movement of the towers didn't escape her notice, either. She made no move to stop her approach, and kept flying straight toward the palace. Soon enough though, she came to the outer gate and began her descent to land outside it. It would be rude to simply fly over it, after all. Once landed, she folded her wings and wrapped her cloak around her body.

"I seek an audience with your king. I am Soyokaze, high priestess of the avariel, emissary of another world, and I bear thee no malice."

[RobCoPublicReassurance]

N'Kvaka: N'Kvaka works slowly and deliberately, removing the flesh of the vendor, either with a scalpel or with low-power fire spells. He carefully preserves the organs in jars, each labelled with the name and date of extraction. Soon, nothing but a skeleton of slightly charred bones remains. The thick smell of burnt flesh and boiling comberries permeates the villa, but the Sload seems unaffected by the eye-burning odor. He takes the bones of the vendor, and bathes them in the comberry juice. Taking the ash and void salts from their vessel, he anoints the Daedra heart, and places it in the center of the skeleton's chest.

Edited by RobCoPublicReassurance, 29 November 2010 - 02:09 AM.

[XanAlderon]

"Hmm I'm still unsure as to how this currency works but the innkeeper told me a room for the night was 15 sparks. They discovered I didn't pay for the drink I had earlier and thats costing me 2 hours work here...5 hours work and my room is free so we can probably estimate the value of a spark from there"

Leonardo stood pondering "We have to assume that if I'm getting a room for free after 5 hours than the value of 5 hours must be more than 15 sparks....so working here is at least 3 sparks an hour and my drink cost about 6 sparks...maybe more. He said I drank expensively but not that expensive so a normal drink must cost about 4 sparks...." he looked up and smiled an Nynlata "or maybe I'm completely wrong, why not try and get that thing you got appraised?"

Edited by XanAlderon, 28 November 2010 - 11:44 PM.

[MoDqUeen]

Nynlata placed her finger on her chin in a guesture of thought. "So a room here is 15 for the night.... Back in my homeworld a room could vary anything from 10 gold to 40 depending on the establishment. Gauging from this place however it would seem it would be about 20 or slightly less. From that i can colclude that the currencies are similar, so in essance to haggle i should either add on or lower the price depending on the situation." she looked back at Leonardo, "Can't just do that. The items still a bit hot if you can undersatand my meaning. I have to wait ahwile before seling it to a vendour."
She chuckled after looking around a bit. "So im guessing woth you working as bouncer there wont be any fights here? Too bad though." she shrugged "Well if one does start save me the liberty of thowing one into a wall or something before you break it up.." she looked directly into his eyes with a smirk on her face, "I love a fight."



Meanwhile high above the Island a winged being was hurteling to the ground at an emmence speed. Finally opening his eyes the elf realised his prediciment and attempted to span out his wings to slow his decent, but to no avail. The warm air currents were unpredictable and changed too frequently for him to eaven out. Only a few mertes above the city he managed to spread his one wing and bank to the left, Although again misgudging the currents his planned gentle bank turned into a sharp left turn. Only a few metres above the ground now he attepted this again, only to get the same result as the last time. Swerving to avoid hitting into the people in the street, the unfortunate elf rammed streight into a pile of wooden crates.
It was ahwile before he stirred again and rolled out into the street, hand clutching his head and wings flailing about.
After setteling himself and taking a good look around he his tis hand on the floor in dissappointment... He was still on the same island. He had attempted to leave the firey Island and head home, but as it seemed he was no longer where he had thought himself to be. After ahwile the blue haired got to his feet and dusted himself off. "That could of gone better...." He said to himself after ensuring that luckely, no fine bones in his woing had been broken desite of the crash. He stood there for a long time with one question burning in his mind, where will i go now?