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| Topic Started: Aug 5 2011, 08:59 PM (444 Views) | |
| Dextra | Aug 5 2011, 08:59 PM Post #1 |
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"Two gold and 5 copper, take it or leave it!" The 19 year old merchant pondered over the goods she was intending to buy, namely the three hand woven and knitted blankets that had caught her eye. Each was in it's own unique pattern, but the craftsmanship never wavered. Each was sturdy and soft, well worth twice the amount she had bargained for. Turning up her pale face, the young woman grinned at the woman, the spot markings underneath her eyes stretching with her grin. "Deal." the blankets paid for and properly stowed on Hephaestus's packs, Nevada continued on her way through the city of Kinaldi. The anthro loved coming to this grand city in her home continent, not only for the goods that were not only beautiful but often just as durable, but for the people. In this grand city of the arts, wearing her cap or hood was more of a comfort than a necessity, most of the people who observed her ears thinking that she was an over zealous actor or student of the arts at Kinaldi Academy. Though who did realize that they were real were often shocked, but accepted it much faster than most. In this city, oddity and uniqueness shown through in everyone's art and creativity. Nevada felt comfortable there, but not completely. She only felt completely comfortable when she was moving from place to place, doing her work and getting things done. The main market street was alive with bustle and activity. Merchants yelled out the prices of their wares, buyers haggled, children ran around their mothers, chasing after one another and pretending some complex imaginary game that Nevada could barely comprehend. She could even see street rats lurking in the alleyways, eying up the people and who would be an easy target for theft. It was going to be rough, trying to find an area to set up shop. Turning a corner the merchant found herself on an equally busy but not as crowded street, the stalls and booths that sold food, artwork and other goods much more spaced out, people taking their time as they browsed and looked to buy. Nevada presumed that this street was more for the less popular booths, the ones that were open every day, as well as the ones run by students trying to make some money off of their works of art. nearby a two men and a woman sat on the cobblestone street, a hat in front of then and and three musical instruments between then. The music they produced was a mix of sweet ballets and peppy folk tunes, children and adults alike stopping to listen and even dance. Grinning, the young anthro threw the musicians a few coins she had to spare, earning herself a grin and a nod from the flute player. Finding an empty spot with a good view of both the magnificent school and the center square, Nevada began to set up her stall, releasing Hephaestus of his burdens of tent and goods. Something told the anthro that this would be an interesting day. She wasn't sure if that was a good thing, but it certainly was better than feeling like a torrent of horror was about to fall upon her head. |
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| Alyth | Aug 10 2011, 12:12 PM Post #2 |
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She scratched at her ankle and waited, intently watching the musicians perform out of the corner of one almond-shaped eye. Tufted ears pricked upward, and backward slightly, poised to listen while protecting from the full blast of sound. These melodies were innocent and betrayed nothing of a potential message. There was no work to be done here, and her heart sank. With a show of energy the young looking woman pulled herself up and scanned the crowd. It had been a while since she’d been to Kinaldi and many things had changed. The faces that passed her were mostly full of light purpose, lined with normal amounts of care instead of constant fear or anger. The market was more built up to suit the heavier pockets of the artistically inclined patrons of the city. Even the weather was less temperamental. Warm sun filtered through awnings and sparkled off bright pieces of jewelry. Her tail curled pleasurably as she removed her tattered cloak and threw it over one arm. A boy bumped into her and she grabbed him smoothly by the scruff of the neck, taking a step backward to avoid falling over as he wriggled around. “Lemme go lemme go!” he called out, only quieting down when she forced him to look into her golden eyes. His limbs jerked harder, forcing her to take another step to keep her balance. Although he was a boy of perhaps twelve years he was as tall as her and was similarly skinny. It was clear what strength he had was fueled by hunger and similarly weakened by it. “I’ll be having that back,” she replied with a slight snarl. The boy sneered back through watery eyes. A sickening sucking sound started in the back of his throat and she shook him slightly to forestall it. “You spit on me and it will be dirt you eat next. Give it back now.” Reluctantly he obeyed, turned off by the edge of the crowd around the musicians turned in their direction and the obviously sharp teeth bared from behind her lips. The part feline scooped up a small bag from his hands and then let him drop to the ground. He slunk off instantly to find other prey, leaving her to check the simple canvas wallets contents. A quick peak told her the contents were still there, and she breathed a sigh of relief. The wallet was soon snug inside a pocket in the folds of her cloak which she then slung over her shoulder. It would be safe enough there while she browsed the market stalls and hunted for work or anything worth interest. While she walked the image of the boy popped into her head. Although the place was bustling there were still places of poverty left over from the turmoil in the nation or general depravity of life. She needed to be more prepared while back among civilization. Before long the beautiful sight of the center square cropped up. She turned about slowly, looking upward at the beautiful architecture before her sights dropped down to the market. Like the buildings, the market was a place of interest but had many places in which people could spring out of. Such thoughts were on her mind when she noticed a young woman unloading a donkey nearby, and smiled slightly. “Let me help you with that,” she called as she approached, holding a black-furred paw out to catch hold of a heavy object, but hesitating until she was given the ok. In true feline fashion her tail flicked in possible warning at the new meeting, ears forward and mouth open slightly to help take in the scent of snow leopard. Edited by Alyth, Aug 10 2011, 12:14 PM.
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| Dextra | Aug 16 2011, 11:09 AM Post #3 |
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Sometimes Nevada wished she had chosen to be a stationary merchant, ordering goods from suppliers and fellow merchants and selling the goods from an actual building. Setting up her stall was a pain, but she supposed it was better than sitting in the heat. A large chunk of what Hephaestus carried was a strategically folded and attached fabric and wood package to create a stall with a sturdy canvas back, a similar fabric awning, and a raised table to display her wears. It was all bundled up into a rectangular mass that was relatively heavy. the only pieces that were separate were small support poles that held up the awning, and the table piece. She loved the contraption, despite the pain of having to set it up. She had asked a carpenter friend to make her a stall when she had gotten tired of carrying a table around, and he had taken a whole month to design and make the gem. She quite enjoyed the stall none the less, and she thought Hephaestus did too. it was much easier to carry than the clunky mound of fabric and wood he had had to carry before. He may have been a mammoth in size, but he was very picky about what he had to carry. Taking up the wood that acted as a table and the poles, she placed them on the ground before going back up to take hold of the main part of the stall. With a grunt, she lifted it from Hephaestus carrier, and almost dropped it. Thankfully a person caught the other end of the thick, wooden contraption. "Oh, thank you!" Nevada lifted her eyes the smile at the woman, but was slightly startled when she saw the black ears and tail. She didn't show it, noticing her senses were telling her that it wasn't just a costume. She couldn't help but smile a little more, pleased to see that she wasn't the only one with slightly different features in this city. The anthro nodded towards the ground. "Help me set this down and then unfold it, if you don't mind." With two sets of hands working, the stall was unfolded and set up in no time. Nevada grinned happily as she pulled the set up half cube, the awning held up with the two separate poles. The poles themselves were wedged into thick cross beams that served as both the supports for the table and the main legs of the stall. The table part rested on those legs, attached with another beam and some simple leather bindings. Sighing, Nevada turned to grin gratefully at the other woman. "I appreciate you help, this thing is a pain to set up." Turning she went back to Hephaestus, pulling him over to tie him to the sturdy structure. Reaching up, she began to remove her goods from their places on Hephaestus's back. "It's been a while since I've been in Morrim, I'm glad to see some things are improving, and that there are still some friendly faces around." The majority of the merchants good were practical, things the everyday person could buy for more than just decoration. Of course, like any merchant with some sense she had the bobbles, but they were the least percentage of her goods. She turned back to smile once again at the woman, deciding that it was just to hot to wear her hat. "I'm Nevada, by the way." She offered her hand. "I didn't catch your name." |
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| Alyth | Aug 22 2011, 11:59 AM Post #4 |
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“It is no problem,” she replied smoothly with just the barest hint of accent. Her tongue was mostly common, but common to where, was a mystery. She was clearly not Sotoan, for her skin was too pale and her fur too thick to have come recently from the hot Erth’netora forest or the sand-stricken desert. The same was true of Morrim’s Orl’Kabbar, although she had spent a good deal of time in all three of those places what felt like a long time ago. “How do you…” she began to inquire then stepped back to allow the merchant more space. Her new acquaintance seemed to know how to erect the contraption that was canvass and wood. Anyway it was no business of hers if the leopard even desired help. This was a relatively safe environment but it still had its. The merchant among all people should know this. Perhaps she did, and the outward welcoming kindness was simply the calm before a storm or the false front of a mummer’s cart. “What news, merchant?” she asked instead. Just looking at the merchant’s setup was enough to know she traveled. Where from was also a mystery, but judging by the nice wares she had it was likely to all the major cities in the region, if not further. It was just a guess, however, and the result might be different. To bide time she looked between the wares, laying a delicate paw on each with casual interest as any observer might. “I could use a sturdy blanket,” she commented off-hand, running her paw gently among the folds of a simple but tightly made piece. “Something simple that will hold off water. It has to be light too.” Mentally checking off the things she needed made her stomach turn. With a blanket, new flint, a water skein, and some bread she would be hurting for funds. At least she would not be in as tight of a situation as now. Somewhere a bell boomed out, tolling a new hour. Alyth’s head turned upward, following the resonant sound to the East. From there a middle-aged man was approaching the merchant’s stall. His clothing was relatively nondescript with a few common stains. His slightly balding hair was long and thick like his beard and he wore sandals on his feet instead of boots. When his steady stride brought him to the fore he passed right by Alyth with barely a glance, ignoring her precedence. “A knife,” he stated simply in gruff yet cultured tones. “A knife for…hunting. Sturdy and sharp. How much?” His manner was stiff and unyielding as he hovered over the counter. The muscles in his eyes never even twitched they peered forcefully at the merchant. ((the man is an npc...feel free to do what you will with him)) |
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| Dextra | Aug 29 2011, 08:12 PM Post #5 |
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Nevada grinned with pride once she had set up the final part of her stall, a second, slightly smaller shelf that she attached to the main legs underneath the first. She was so into her routine of setting things out that she had pretty much forgotten the presence of the the other cat girl before she spoke. Pondering over the girls words, she began setting out her wares. Hephaestus sighed as she continued to lighten his load. "Well," She started, beginning to hang water skins, pots and pans, larger cooking utensils, sheathed knives, and small lanterns on the back of her stall. "Angkar is as plentiful as it always has been I've heard. The royal funeral went down without a hitch, though some people are still whispering that the old king Razarod is somehow still alive." She paused. "Or an alcoholic or an adulterer." She added as an after thought. She continued to think, now setting objects on the lower shelf. There she put food stuffs and some of the larger objects. "Morrim is recovering as you can see. Soto is still having problems with the Ashokan refugee's that fled there during Andromalius' conquest. There's even a rumor going around that there are some fake coins floating around the larger cities." Small, portable bags of flour, salt, sugar, and granola, as well as portable bottles of cooking oil and bags of preserved foods such as dried fruit and nuts were set on the lower shelf, accompanied by some travel packs, canvas tarps, rope, and basic medical kits. Finally she moved up to the main shelf, where she put the blankets and her smaller items. Flints, tin cups, plates, and bowls, eating utensils (she had gotten a friend of hers to sell her a few of a very interesting new tool he had created called a 'foon') as well as smaller bobbles, pieces of jewelry, some lace and cotton handkerchiefs, and soft fabric dolls and animals. Satisfied with the set up of her stall, Nevada nodded and went to remove the saddle from Hephaestus back. "Ashoka is still recovering from all the damage it took, and Orion is doing a good job at keeping everyone under his thumb, but he has also done a good job of making everyone fear him." She grunted as she lifted the leather pack saddle, setting it down behind the stall along with her own pack. Heaphastus brayed and shook he head and behind, shifting on his hooves. Chuckling, Nevada took a wooden bucket and filled it with water from her larger skin, setting it in front of her companion. "Good work as always boy." She patted the donkeys shoulder and then returned her attention to the woman at her stall. A smile ran accross the merchants face, motioning towards the blankets she had set on the top shelf. "Well I've got a few of those." She moved over and tapped two thinner rolls that she had set beside the three thicker blankets she had purchased this morning. "These two are the lightest I have, they're quite soft, and are a mix of woven cotton and wool. They're good quality, but they do much better in hot, dry climates and the summer months." She moved her hands over to the three thicker blankets. "Now these, these beauties might be more of what your looking for. they aren't quite as light, and they are a bit more expensive, but they are much sturdier, consisting of two fabric layers quilted together." Taking up the roll closest to her, the blanket with green, brown, black and white patterning on the front, she unrolled it slightly to allow the woman to touch the inside fabric. "The inside layer is made out of woolen fabric, some of the strongest and softest I've seen. But the kicker is the woven outside. What the maker did was oil the cotton threads before she weaved it together, making the waterproofing much more airtight and much more reliable." She grinned at the woman, then noticed the man approaching. "You look these over and I'll be right back." She moved over to allow herself a better view of the approaching man. Her ears pressed hard against the back of her skull as the bells rang, making her skull rattle. She sighed with relief as the bells stopped, though it didn't last long as the man approached her stall. He was arrogant, that was apparent. He had no regard for anyone but himself, he didn't seem like someone who had ever been told no. Most likely because of his size, Nevada mused. She listened to his gruff words, her face neutral. Her ear twitched at his pause, but she didn't bring it up. Whatever he did with the knife was his business. She smiled slightly when he was finished. "A knife you say? Well I have a few." She turned and plucked two off the back wall of the stall, both hunting knives. She pointed to the slightly smaller one. " This guy's 5 inches of double edged steel planted into an iron and maple handle with a leather grip." She pulled it out of its sheath and showed it to the man. she balanced it on her fingers. "It's well crafted, and holds a good point and a nice edge. Now this other one..." She put the 5 inch back in it's sheath and picked up the other one, slipping it from it's own sheath. "This is the same knife I own. 8 inches of sturdy steel, single edged, placed in a long handle of oak and leather. Best knife I've ever had. Mines been with me 2 years and I haven't yet had to sharpen it." She slipped it back into it's case and eyed the man. "Now price is another story." She mused. The mans jaw twitched and stiffened. "The 5 inch is 8 gold. The 8 inch is 10. Interested?" She raised an eyebrow, giving the man a questioning look. The man stared at her for a long while. "I could take my business some place else." He finally said, eyes crackling. The anthro just continued to smile. "You could. But you won't get anything near as good quality, at least not in this market. See that one?" She pointed to a thin looking man with stubble that covered his whole jaw and greasy brown hair. "He's got a reputation for for only coating his knives in steel. The inside core is lead." Her eyes then wandered to another merchant. She hitched a thumb in their direction. "The old guy is rumored to buy his pieces from apprentices scrap boxes and then price them like they're the best of the land." She shrugged. The mans face had turned increasingly red as the conversation progressed. She gave him a questioning look. "You can take your chances if you want, but I have some of the best quality good you'll find in Soare. I'll give you a minute to think it over." She moved to the side, leaving the man to sputter. She grinned at the woman and rolled her eyes slightly before motioning to the blankets. "Have you decided yet which you would like, miss...?" She gave the cat a pleasantly questioning look, silently asking for her name. |
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