As you head further into town, you pass a variety of shops, though most are not to your needs--a blacksmith, a bakery, yet more florists. But down a side street shaded by blossoming trees, you find what you're looking for. It seems even a bookstore isn't spared from Ravyne's flowers--vines adorn bookcases, and baskets of flowers hang from the ceiling.
At a book and flowerpot-laden desk, you're greeted by the clerk, a middle-aged woman who's currently placing several thick volumes into a paper bag--one that seems far too small for the books she's meticulously packing in it. Behind her, a girl with ribbons braided into her hair is balanced precariously on the top step of a ladder next to a bookshelf, with a watering can in one hand and another book tucked under the other.
"Herbs and medicine?" muses the woman. "Why, of course! They'll be in the botany section, it's, ah--"
"The furthest shelves in the back right!" shouts the girl, nearly toppling off the ladder in her enthusiasm. "Just in time, too, we got a new shipment of books yesterday!"
The woman shoots her a good-natured glare, adding, "Yes, yes, that's right. We haven't finished sorting the new arrivals, so I can't yet say if there are any on that subject, but you can look through them too and see if any catch your fancy. I'm sure Dianthe here would love to show you where they are, isn't that so?"
"Thank you" he says with a small nod as he starts his way to the back. As he walks to the back, he glances at the shelves to see the other types of books sold here. Once he reaches the back, he starts to scan the shelves picking up and flipping through any books that look interesting. After picking up a couple books, he realizes nothing is particularly catching his eye. He turns around and nods a farewell to the shopkeepers.
Once he gets out he decides to head over to a bakery to get some sort of pastry to have for lunch later and resumes his walk along the street.
She considers it for awhile, glancing repeatedly at the packages and then back to you for more than a few minutes. "You do raise a good point," she says finally. "It's been tricky working around it, and we've got to resolve it eventually..."
Finally, she sighs, eyeing you warily. "Fine, then. He'll give me an earful if I mess up his terribly-thought-out plan, so I'll let you go under one condition: you stay in contact with me, too, the whole time."
She picks up the charm and slides it toward you. "This is his calling card, so to speak. It's sort of a, say, proof of legitimacy, or a signature, but I assume he included it so he can also keep an eye on your progress. We use them to keep track of some packages we send, too. This one," she says, pulling a similar charm from a pocket in her skirt and plinking it on the desk beside the first, "is mine. So I can keep an eye on you."
Your success in convincing an initially reluctant subject to trust your capability in handling a dangerous task has given you some experience in winning people over through reasoning. Charisma +1
She takes the charms, and then on some thought asks for a wire of some kind to use as a makeshift necklace. She can hide the charms under her shirt to avoid unwanted attention, and it'll stay on her.
"I promise I'll get this where it needs to go," she tells her, "without risk to either of you. You have my word."
She'll use her two silvers to get a few supplies, maybe a bag or a few bites of food. Whatever it'll get her. If the box is in a generic bag. No one will suspect it and asume it's just something of hers. Hopefully.
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Posted: 3/25/2023 at 4:29 PM
Post #243
The lizard gives you another baleful glare, but, after a moment, picks the keys back up and gingerly deposits them in front of you before scampering back up onto the receptionist's shoulder.
"Now that that's settled," she says with a smirk, "I'll show you to your room." She leads you up the staircase and to the very back of the inn, the creaking of the floorboards muffled by the thick carpeting. You stop in front of a door with the number 202 engraved on a bronze plate nailed to it. "Now, if you damage the property--which includes losing your keys, for that matter--there will of course be an additional fine to pay. Breakfast and dinner are be served downstairs at their respective times if you would like, but for a separate cost."
"Do enjoy your stay. If you need anything else, there is a bell in your room to call for Mister Gadfly, or you may come downstairs and ask yourself." With that, the receptionist gives you a brief bow and heads off, leaving you alone in front of your newly acquired room.
The lizard gives you another baleful glare, but, after a moment, picks the keys back up and gingerly deposits them in front of you before scampering back up onto the receptionist's shoulder.
"Now that that's settled," she says with a smirk, "I'll show you to your room." She leads you up the staircase and to the very back of the inn, the creaking of the floorboards muffled by the thick carpeting. You stop in front of a door with the number 202 engraved on a bronze plate nailed to it. "Now, if you damage the property--which includes losing your keys, for that matter--there will of course be an additional fine to pay. Breakfast and dinner are be served downstairs at their respective times if you would like, but for a separate cost."
"Do enjoy your stay. If you need anything else, there is a bell in your room to call for Mister Gadfly, or you may come downstairs and ask yourself." With that, the receptionist gives you a brief bow and heads off, leaving you alone in front of your newly acquired room.
Freya opened the door, careful not to accidentally break anything, by maybe just touching it. "Guess I should just wait here until she comes back. . ." She decided to just sit down and grip the keys in her fist, to make sure she wasn't going to have to worry about any fees later.
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Posted: 3/26/2023 at 12:33 AM
Post #245
Fortunately, all that you'd brought with you seems to be in order, new rock and all. You run off in the direction that the kid had pointed to earlier, but you still don't see what any sign of a thief. It's not even clear what exactly said thief might look like--there's no one obviously fleeing the scene, nor anyone who seems to be hiding a pilfered object of any sort.
The crowd jostles you as you try to make your way to the other end of the street, and when you finally get into the clear, you've also lost sight of where the child has run off to. All you see is an narrow alleyway, barely wide enough for you to squeeze though, littered with overturned crates and other debris presumably thrown out by the shops in the bordering buildings. It seems to be in disarray, but whether that's due to trampling by a runaway thief or simply because of the wind is uncertain.
Fortunately, all that you'd brought with you seems to be in order, new rock and all. You run off in the direction that the kid had pointed to earlier, but you still don't see what any sign of a thief. It's not even clear what exactly said thief might look like--there's no one obviously fleeing the scene, nor anyone who seems to be hiding a pilfered object of any sort.
The crowd jostles you as you try to make your way to the other end of the street, and when you finally get into the clear, you've also lost sight of where the child has run off to. All you see is an narrow alleyway, barely wide enough for you to squeeze though, littered with overturned crates and other debris presumably thrown out by the shops in the bordering buildings. It seems to be in disarray, but whether that's due to trampling by a runaway thief or simply because of the wind is uncertain.
I stare ahead at the alley, my brow narrowing. "Nuh-uh." I say to myself, no way am I going through there where I can barely move. It's better to just go home at this point, it's been a long day. With one last glance at the alley, I head towards the lake before I wander home.
(New username is Vigy to align with my other socials!)
Edited By Vigy on 3/26/2023 at 4:37 PM.
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Posted: 3/27/2023 at 12:03 AM
Post #247
(Don't forget to ping :P)
The moment you open the door, you're practically smacked in the face by a strong gust of wind. When you finally blink away the rain that's blown in your eyes, you're met with the sight of the streets already alive with people hurrying past you in the direction of the town square. Some seem to have had the foresight to bring umbrellas or cover their heads, but most seem to think that they won't get wet if they run fast enough.
Though most of the trading is bound to be going on in the square, where your parents likely are, you already see some vendors setting up stalls in the streets. What with the rain and all, most are in the shelter of overhanging roofs, or using awnings supported by poles to keep themselves and their wares dry.
Although the stalls in the square are more likely to have better goods, space fills up fast, and activity does spread out farther from the center as the day goes on so that there's room for everyone to get in on the action. The traders do mingle in the square first before heading out to other stalls, though you can't currently tell from here whether or not they've arrived yet.
The good news is that, with the crowd that's already forming, it's unlikely that you're going to run into your parents no matter where you go.
Edited By Larkian on 3/27/2023 at 12:09 AM.
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Posted: 3/27/2023 at 1:00 AM
Post #248
The vendor frowns. "Yes, you're quite right about that." She sighs. "Well, I could always take off early, but...no, I probably can't afford to do that. I suppose I'll just have to hear the rumors about it afterward. Word gets around quick enough. I doubt that I'd be able to see it even if I had time, anyways--there's got to be a line a mile long to see it, if they even let anyone but the highest bidders near it at all."
She blinks, distracted from her ramblings by your next question. "Huh? Oh, no, I don't! Well, I do need to set up my table, but I can manage that just fine on my own. Really, thank you ever so much." She pulls the tarp off her cart and unloads a small wooden table, which she props up without much difficulty--it's nearly half the size of a normal desk, and certainly doesn't seem big enough to hold many wares at a time. Nevertheless, she reaches into her cart and beings unloading a variety of seemingly handmade metal objects, gleaming in shades of bronze and silver and gold, which clink softly as she sets them on the table. Among them are more basic everyday wares, like bowls and cups, but some are more intricate, from wind chimes etched with swirling designs, to what looks like a miniature bronze globe, to a delicately molded silver swan small enough to fit in the palm of your hand.
When she's done, she dusts off her hands with satisfaction, reaching out to give the small globe a spin. "Well then--first pick's for you, as I said."
The moment you open the door, you're practically smacked in the face by a strong gust of wind. When you finally blink away the rain that's blown in your eyes, you're met with the sight of the streets already alive with people hurrying past you in the direction of the town square. Some seem to have had the foresight to bring umbrellas or cover their heads, but most seem to think that they won't get wet if they run fast enough.
Though most of the trading is bound to be going on in the square, where your parents likely are, you already see some vendors setting up stalls in the streets. What with the rain and all, most are in the shelter of overhanging roofs, or using awnings supported by poles to keep themselves and their wares dry.
Although the stalls in the square are more likely to have better goods, space fills up fast, and activity does spread out farther from the center as the day goes on so that there's room for everyone to get in on the action. The traders do mingle in the square first before heading out to other stalls, though you can't currently tell from here whether or not they've arrived yet.
The good news is that, with the crowd that's already forming, it's unlikely that you're going to run into your parents no matter where you go.
(my bad, haha!)
Carter glanced around the bustle, watching the people move like a school of fish. One moment a person clothed in neon yellow was visible, the next moment, they were gone. It could be replicated with any shirt color if Carter concentrated hard enough.
Carter drew a little bit closer, glancing for any flyaway action. She couldn't catch enough to be sure of anything though, and didn't want to risk going in. If somebody were to slam into her - which was pretty likely, looking at the crowd - then her calves would be in immeasurable pain. She'd had it happen before, as a child. Carter's goal was to prevent it from happening again.
Patiently, Carter waited on the outskirts for the traders to space out.
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Posted: 3/29/2023 at 5:25 PM
Post #250
Hey guys! I'm sorry to say this, but it looks like I'm going to have to put this RPG on slowmode or on hold-ish for a bit :(
For the next two months I'll be super busy, and replying to this has unfortunately taken more time than I expected (since I often only have free time on the weekends). As much as I love and want to continue running this, I won't be able to keep up with replying to everyone every week for some time D:
In the meantime, I may be able to sneak in a few responses here and there when I get extra time, but probably not very regularly. After that, we'll see what happens--hopefully then things'll be able to go back to normal!
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