(An RP PUBLIC V10T is, in essence, a part of the Valley of Ten Towers. You may not be in two V10T's at a single time, as they are all part of the same city, though non-related Public RP's may be accessed as per usual. There are three RP PUBLIC V10T's: The Markets of Nicodemus, the Hall of the Sun, and the City, which covers everything else. Please post only in the right thread, but it is an easy matter for your character to leave this thread and enter another. An information thread will also be created, for general inquiries into the Conclave.)

The Market of Nicodemus, the official trading place of the Realm Supernatural, though it pales in comparison to the scale of Free Market Pajah and the Apotheosis Circle. One thing is guaranteed, however, which can be found nowhere else: all prices are set at Conclave rates and there is an absolute guarantee of quality or a refund is dutifully given.

The stalls are all made of white cloth, but are adorned and embellished with all manner of strange items and signs. Almost anything can be bought here - anything legal, that is - and the traders have a reputation for fair play and kindness.

Max entered the markets, smiling cheerfully as he held hands with Sophie. He looked for a stall serving hot food, particularly noodles or soup, or noodle soup. "What kind of food do you like, Sophie?" He inquired.

"I  really like sandwiches," said Sophilita. "We never had them back home, and they're really quite amazing. Lettuce and onion and beetroot and tomato and ham.. sure beats what we used to have."

Max noticed a soup stall nearby, its front sign proclaiming that they could have ANY TWO SOOPS 4 TWO CONCLAVE STONES!!!!!

"Does soup and sandwhiches sound good?" Max said. It sounded pretty good to him, but she was the girl and might have weird tastes. At least the soup wasn't very much.

"Sounds great!" cried Sophilita. "We don't have soup, either. We never ate much.. a few crackers, sometimes. Some wine. Hey, do you want to eat there?"

She pointed towards the sign.

Max nodded, and headed to the soup bar with her, where he got two bowls of the finest soup and some sandwiches. " Mmm. How good a witch are you? Could you turn me into a ferret if you wanted?"

"Well, I think -"

Sophia gasped.

A single red lightning bolt seemed to flash down, hitting Max square in the chest and throwing him to the floor.

The onlookers watched in awe.

Max got up.. but it was no longer Max.

It was the Fierce Deity.

Frank appeared and meandered about for a little while before entering into a small shop full of odds and ends. He greeted the shopkeeper warmly and browsed about for a bit, keeping an eye open for anything interesting. After a while he said to the shopkeep, "Hello good sir, I was having a bit of trouble with some machines back home and I was wondering if you would know where I could find anything that would help me shut them down or something." and smiled warmly at the man.

Fierce Deity stood. "Apologies for ruining your date, friend."

Fierce Deity merely ignored the onlookers, turning to Sophie. "I understand that the Divine who's body I am currently using liked you and was sort of on a date. His life was in danger, you see, and his mind has been shattered by Osiris-Ra. He should recover soon. To avoid conflict with him, I would like ask you to resume the meal at a later time. Do you agree? I'm not exactly supposed to be here, you see, and would like to leave ASAP." He said apologetically.

Max

"I - yes - certainly," stammered Sophie, her eyes widening as she saw the Fierce God collapse once more to the floor, clutching his head. The Evil Overlord had been vanquished, at least for a small while, and the Fierce God's place was no longer here..

Max woke up, curled upon the floor, shaking violently.

Frank

"You looking for weapons or.. something more esoteric?" asked the shop-keeper. "There's a magician down that way," he pointed, "Who deals in machines and their removal."

"Why thankyou good sir. Just so I know, what does this do?" and he held up whatever he was looking at

Max shuddered as his mind recollected itself, the bits and pieces moving back together and resuming control of his body. He stood unsteadily, and looked at Sophia. "What just happened?" Max asked Sophie.

Max

"I.. I really don't know," said Sophilita. "Look, Max, you're nice and all, but, um - I've really got to get home. Sorry."

Frank

"That," said the shop-keeper, staring at the dagger-shaped piece of plastic Frank held in his hand, "that is, uh, well, rather, it's a tool. A device. For the pleasure of, um, the lonely.. more distinguished Goddess. If you know what I mean. Yes."

Max's face fell into an expression of deep sorrow. "Okay. I'm sorry I bothered you today.. I'll go."

Max then opened a portal and left, a tear falling down his cheek. He didn't want her to see.

Everything was horrible. Belverstus was dead, the girls he had loved were dead, and now he'd ruined whatever potential their had been for a friend.

He wished he was dead, too.

Max

And Max was gone.

"Wait -" said Sophilita..

But he was gone.


Frank

(repeat)

"You looking for weapons or.. something more esoteric?" asked the shop-keeper. "There's a magician down that way," he pointed, "Who deals in machines and their removal."

Max appeared here, with the blade of Bale safe in his hammerspace. He had something to sell, and something to buy.

Msonus enters the marketplace now, having left the ruined, and currently restricted, Hall. The Mystic spreads his hands and eyes float out, looking for stores that would sell things he could use to create magical tools of his own, or, barring that, the tools themselves.

"Why thankyou good sir." said Frank. He bowed and left, moving slowly to the stall that the man had pointed out. When he arrived, he greeted the shopkeep and said, "I was wondering if you had anything that would aid in removal of machines?"

Anik went around looking for a vender who suppied non-magical means of breathing under water.

Frank

"Oh, depends," said the machine-killer. "I have all number of things. What are you looking at paying? Sentient machine, machine god, Systemarch..?"

Max

The Blade of Bale was gone when Max reached the Markets.

Msonus

Msonus finds himself at the Necronomnomnomnomicon, the finest procurer of magical tomes, artifacts and supplies in the Conclave. He finds that if he'd want to buy the magical tools it would cost him fifteen hundred Conclave Stones, as opposed to the two hundred and fifty of last week.

Anik

Anik could buy a simple diving suit for thirty Conclave Stones - more advanced, nanotechnological suits would cost him around two grand.
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Anik would buy the suit now, he would have to improve it later. After that he went price-shopping (not actually looking to buy) for good quality, masterwork swords, not enchanted, just masterwork. He also viewed shields and armor to see if he could get any inspiration from what was being sold here.

"Inflation, I'm afraid, I never dreamed of," Msonus says to himself, not knowing the meaning of the words he spoke. He turns to the store owner. "I suppose this is a result of that... incident."

"And being without the funds, and an employer, I find myself looking for work. Perhaps you know of something?"

Max sighed. He began to wander aimlessly through the markets, merely glancing at the wares without considering them. He had no money, and nothing interested him. He didn't really know what to do any more. Chaly was just an amoral pompous ass, not really evil. He was nothing compared to the might of Osiris-Ra. Chalybis had never killed any of his people.

Frank

(repeat)

"Oh, depends," said the machine-killer. "I have all number of things. What are you looking at paying? Sentient machine, machine god, Systemarch..?"

Max

At this point, it may be considered that Max might be even more evil then Chalybis.

If Pha-Hu had been more then an Associate to the Conclave, he'd have been thrown out of the Market - in chains.

Msonus

"Work," sighed the shopkeeper, thinking. "Hmmm. You are a magician, I can assume. Have you thought of signing up at the Tower of Babilu? Worth a Low Lordship these days, if you can complete the trial. Good money."

Anik

Anik paid sixty Conclave Stones for the diving suit. He found that five hundred Conclave Stones was the going rate for standard masterwork blades, with anywhere up to a thousand CS prices for body-armour and the like. He also noted that a man called Sarademus was selling his masterwork blades for up to five thousand Conclave Stones.. and very important, rich-looking beings were purchasing them. It seemed he was a true master of the forge.

"A fantastic idea. Thank you," Msonus says. With that, he bows and, talking to himself as usual, he leaves the shop.
 "How strange indeed the ways of the world of not-dreams. Inflation confuses, and yet paints the way to attainment of a different understanding. Perhaps this is the true purpose of currency, for the original I cannot fathom except in dreams."

He heads towards the Tower of Babilu now. [To the Towers thread!]

     Returning, Desafon finds himself able to finally look in the market for any sign of medicine that might be able to assist Crailek in the horrible desert-blasphemy. He stops at a market stall to ask, "Is there anything for those in a very dry terrain that might help with a fellow whom has lost his arm? I have a hundred conclave stones that I might see to."

Max disappeared from the market mid-step.

Frank thought.

"Machine god, kind of. Well, he calls himself a machine god. I guess we would call it a sentient machine."

Frank

"Sentient machine.. we sell electromagnetic charges. Two hundred a cell. I'd suggest maybe five - six - to be safe. What do you think?" asked the shopkeeper. "That'll knock the bastard right out."

Desafon

"Hmmm," said the medicinal lady. "You'll want something to keep his fluids permanently up. We sell hyperhydrozenos, which - when drunk by him - will keep him hydrated fully for the next twelve hours. It'll also restore blood loss. Three hundred Conclave Stones."

Anik


(repeat)

Anik paid sixty Conclave Stones for the diving suit. He found that five hundred Conclave Stones was the going rate for standard masterwork blades, with anywhere up to a thousand CS prices for body-armour and the like. He also noted that a man called Sarademus was selling his masterwork blades for up to five thousand Conclave Stones.. and very important, rich-looking beings were purchasing them. It seemed he was a true master of the forge.

Anik went over to Sarademus' stall wondering how such a man got away with chargeing 10 times what the standard masterwork swords, unenchanted anyway, were worth.

He appears here and he seems very rushed at the moment. Searching for anyone selling healing salves and water and anything else that might help with the situation he was involved in.

     Desafon winces, his eyes going a little wide at the cost as he doesn't have even half of that right now. He looks about to see if he can find any of the others from that scene before he might try to wave them over.

Frank

(repeat)

"Sentient machine.. we sell electromagnetic charges. Two hundred a cell. I'd suggest maybe five - six - to be safe. What do you think?" asked the shopkeeper. "That'll knock the bastard right out."

Desafon and Foun

Desafon bumps into Foun - drawn, as was the pirate, to the medicinal stall. Foun also learns of hyperhydrozenos, which keeps a being fully hydrated and restores bloodloss, a bargain at only 300 Conclave Stones. Healing water, which might help wounds from becoming infected, was sold for twenty CS; several salves and healing herbs were sold for similar prices.

Anik

Anik knew the swords were of the finest make - finer, perhaps, than even Anik could manage.

"Hello there, friend," said Sarademus. "These aren't my blades, unfortunately. They are, however, of the finest Domoni make - Domoni being my business partner and the greatest swordsmith in the Realm Supernatural. If you're looking for his enchanted blades, he is two stalls up. These are his majestic mundane swords. What do you think?"

"Quite Impressive, I'm new to the sword market, and the steep rise in conclave stones, well I had to come see why for myself. And they truly are exquisite. Do you mind if I examine one?" He asks, and waits for a positive answer before picking one up, examining with both his make, lore, and keen craftsmen senses.

"Sounds good."

Frank looked at the man, and used Convincing to have him decide to give Frank seven of them for free.

Frank

The man did not give him seven for free.

There was a banging, nearby - a bell of some sort.

The machine-killer's friendly frown turned into a snarl. He reached over to grab Frank.

"Manipulation, huh, you bastard? In the friggin' Market?"

His intent, it was obvious, was violent.

Desafon and Foun

(repeat)

Desafon bumps into Foun - drawn, as was the pirate, to the medicinal stall. Foun also learns of hyperhydrozenos, which keeps a being fully hydrated and restores bloodloss, a bargain at only 300 Conclave Stones. Healing water, which might help wounds from becoming infected, was sold for twenty CS; several salves and healing herbs were sold for similar prices.

Anik

"Please. Go right ahead."

Anik knew that the man had spoken the truth: the blade was made by Domoni, God of the Sword. It had taken him a solid week of work - a long time for an individual who could summon blades at will - and had been stamped with some sort of metaphysical seal to stop others from replicating the process. Anik knew that breaking this seal would turn the blade to dust. Regardless, it obviously well worth the price - a true work of art. Perfectly balanced, a labour of love..

Anik knew, also, that if he were really determined he could easily break the seal and learn the secrets.

While Anik was interested about learning, he wasn't a theif he could make his own masterpiece, and didn't have the 5000 stones to pay for it.
((I still didn't get any info on what made the blade special... I mean could it cut through steel like my blade? Was it nearly unbreakable? ect...))

Anik nodded and put down the blade. He then pulled out his own while he could activate the magic in it for "superior" price, he didn't and just showed the man. "Just wondering what a blade like this, or equal to its craftmenship might go for."

     Desafon, at this point, decides to begin looking for anything of the sort like Trading Houses or Merchant Guilds, seeking to join up with them. Of course, though a Mad God was currently invading his realm he wouldn't have wonderful productivity at the moment, he did seek to use whatever resources he could get to be collateral for his membership should he find one.

Frank

(repeat - last warning until forced action)

The man did not give him seven for free.

There was a banging, nearby - a bell of some sort.

The machine-killer's friendly frown turned into a snarl. He reached over to grab Frank.

"Manipulation, huh, you bastard? In the friggin' Market?"

His intent, it was obvious, was violent.

Desafon

Desafon finds a large white building, adjacent to the market, called the Hall of the Circle. There was another sign declaring it to be the headquarters of the Conclave branch of the Apotheosis Circle - the herald of the guild, gold coins flung about a dozen hands - appealed, strangely, to Desafon.

He'd heard of it before, hadn't he.. ?

Anik

The blade could cut through steel. It was nearly unbreakable.

"Hrrrmm," said the man. "I'd probably buy such a beauty from you for, say, 1500CS, clean. Quite a beauty."

Hirsu walked into the market, coming from the hall of the sun. He moved through the crowds without any particular aim, merely enjoying being around so much life.

Growled there was no way this could work, but perhaps if he could find someone else. Then he noticed anik. Anik... yes that would help. He rushes towards him, but then stops noticing that a deal is being made he waits.

   Stroking his chin, Desafon decided to head into the Headquarters, very much intrigued. He intends to find what this place is about and just how it was for one to join in. The idea of being a Master Merchant would no doubt plan into his future goal and ideas.

Frank sighed, got up, and walked out.

 Maxine appeared here, exceedingly calm. She looked for a shieldsmith, an armourer, and a swordsmith. She expected she would have to be custom fitted; she was rather small, after all, being fifteen (and female.)

Anik puts his sword back and nods. "Thats good to hear, of course this one is enchanted so it only works for me." He hears his name and turns around and spots Foun. He doesn't recognize him right away though, and it shows before he has sort of an enlightened look. He turns back to the shopkeeper. "Sorry, it seems an old friend found me, I hope we can resume talking later." He then went over to Foun, "So then whats your name this time? Peta? Foun? or a completely new one?"

Foun, penta died and I wouldn't call it a seperate name, but a seperate entity. Penta was different, younger more naive. I am not penta, but foun how has things been for you?

Frank

The guards caught Frank, dragging him towards the back, where he would be questioned - and likely shot.

Desafon

Upon entering the headquarters, Desafon was stopped by two burly guards in heavy armour.

"Membership seal, friend?" asked one.

Anik & Foun

People bustled by Penta and Foun as they talked, drowning some of the conversation.. perhaps they should take it somewhere quieter? ; )

Hirsu

It felt good. The markets were bustling, merchants and sellers honestly trading their wares, and the constant vigilance of the guards kept the place safe - well, safe enough. Hirsu was unfortunate enough to see the guards dragging off a struggling God, dressed baroquely, in the rooms beyond the Markets.

Max

They were very easy to find; smiths everywhere. Max was looking to pay about a hundred Conclave Stones for a full, custom-smithed set.

A stream of mist drifted into the marketplace before solidifying into a regal-looking low lord. He had a stoic look on his face though, so his Mistellan features did not exhibit a smile.

He walked towards the magic tools stalls, and was looking for a price check on certain magical tools. Ruse could not afford nor was willing to pay the current inflated prices, but he needed a particular tool for the good of the Conclave, so was willing to use his conclave rank if necessary to requisition one if necessary for a reduced price.

Hirsu noticed the god being dragged away, but kept walking, under the belief that the guards were just dealing with some thief or other criminal.

After a little while, he realized what he should have done. He took a circuitous route back to the Temple of the Sun, wondering how long it would take them to clean up the mess.

"Well you should come to my realm where I'm no so busy." He said looking around. "Also tell any other old friends out there hi, and tell them I'm avalible." He then leaned in a whispered.

He then left and would go back to the library... he had some heavy and specificly technical research to do.

"Kaie. Show me the way to Sophie." Max said to her fey.
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Foun nods, after whispering something back he heads on his way to the library as well certain things needed his attention.

Desafon

(repeat)

Upon entering the headquarters, Desafon was stopped by two burly guards in heavy armour.

"Membership seal, friend?" asked one.

Ruse

Ruse soon came upon the Necronomnomnomnomicon, and almost fainted when he saw the prices of a standard magical tool.. with a (assured) heavy discount, they came to a thousand CS each.

"Can I help you, friend?" asked the shopkeep.

Max

The Fae blinked, and led Max outside of the Markets, into the city proper. There, he may find Sophilita..

Ruse nodded, and flashed his Conclave lord badge and oath blade. He meant business.

"I am Low Lord Ruse of the Conclave. I need to requisition a magical tool or two for the sake of a mission. I am working to counteract the efforts of not one but two mad gods right now. The current prices listed here are not to my satisfaction. I would like to not have to forcefully requisition the tools from someone, so instead let me ask this: is there some way that you will either sell me the tools I need for 100 conclave stones, or perhaps can we work out a different arrangement where I can borrow the tools for my mission and return them afterwards? I am willing to return the tools to you when I conclude my mission. But it is vital to the health and wellfare of our organization that I obtain these tools one way or the other. Otherwise things like the Hall of the Sun terrorist attack will keep happening."

Ruse ran a hand through his silky pale hair, and added,

"We can work out a positive arrangement, yes?"

Reaching the library he began to study medicine he was going to work hard to understand medicine the best he could as well as surgery and any other medical aspects he may come across.

Desafon

(repeat)

Upon entering the headquarters, Desafon was stopped by two burly guards in heavy armour.

"Membership seal, friend?" asked one.

Ruse

"Excuse me for a moment," said the shopkeeper, after being approached politely by a Conclave market official. When he returned, he was grinning. "You're in luck, friend. Now, you know and I know that you can't just wander around in here requisitioning items - not unless you're the highest of High Lords or a Councilman or something - but, as I said, we've had good news. The economy's bounced back. I can sell you a single magical tool for a hundred and twenty Conclave Stones, easy."

Foun

Foun should continue posting in the Valley of Ten Towers.

Ruse nodded, and replied,

"Well to be honest, requesitioning such things as this is a bit...rude, don't you think? That is why I prefer not to engage in that route of acquisition. It's just a bit too forceful, yes? Your price is most agreeable to me. However, can we make a special arrangement? I have a couple thousand conclave stones coming to me soon as a part of my wages. I'd like to make a purchase now and have the 120 stone fee be auto-debited from my account. If you'd like, I can give you up to 100 stones now as an up-front payment, and have the rest auto-debited from my wages - which I will be receiving soon. Is this arrangement agreeable?"

     Desafon looks towards the Guards, making no hostile moves, "Membership seals? Where, good fellows, might I get such a thing?" He asks, very curious and indeed highly interested in joining up.

Desafon

"Ah," said the soldier. "Not a member. You've got to make a request, be a merchant registered upon some body, and pay a tithe of fifteen thousand Conclave Stones to the Club - or the equivalent, of course. We're here for free commerce, after all."

Ruse

"Ahahaha," said the shopkeeper. "Sounds fine, friend, fine - but how about I take the hundred now, and you return with, say, fifty when you can? That definitely sounds better to me, sir."

Ruse nodded his head in agreement. Mind-raping the man over something like this just didn't feel right to Ruse. At least not given the circumstances. He didn't view his capabilities so cheaply, especially since the shop keeper was willing to negotiate.

"I would like two tools actually - a chance and an order tool. For 300 stones total then, according to my calculations. Of course, I will give you all of my 100 stones that I have on me right now as a down-payment. I am a low lord of the office of Roid, so you know our word is good. I will transfer the other 200 stones to you as soon as possible, when they some into my account. Does this agree with you, my good sir?"

     Nodding, Desafon strokes his chin. "Of course. At the moment I'm incapable of paying said amount, but rest assured that I shall return with my entrance fee. Eventually. I shall become a member and I shall most definitely prove to be a useful merchant." Otherwise, he finds himself unable to do little more. Afterward, he looks around the market in search of any mercenary jobs that he might be able to perform until such time as he can afford to pay either the entrance to the Merchant Guild or the Weapons Training Hall.

Ruse

The shopkeeper smiled. "I will withdraw three hundred from your account. No worries there. Dice and scales.." he rummaged through the back, eventually passing a fine set of two iron dice to Ruse, in addition to a large set of silver scales. "These'll do the trick. Okay, everything's settled.. have a fantastic day."

Desafon

There was nothing immediately obvious, but Desafon soon came upon a building in the Market district titled BOUNTY SERVICES.

Ruse nodded in thanks.

"Yes this is most satisfactory. Thank you."

Ruse turned to leave, and then stopped and asked,

"By the way, do you or another establishment here have any information on Magical tomes for royal tradition magic? Do you also know where I can find any information about Earthborn Quaballa magic?"
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Ruse

"We sell a few books on Royal Tradition magic - guide books, grimoirs, and tetragrammatons mostly - but your best bet might be with the Public Archival Library, or maybe buy a pass to the Tower of Babilu. Zen qabala, huh? Interesting.. we have several manuals, a lot of Crowley's stuff, but not much else. You might want to check the Earthborn or Magic section of the Library."

Desafon

(repeat)

There was nothing immediately obvious, but Desafon soon came upon a building in the Market district titled BOUNTY SERVICES.

Ruse nodded, and said,

"Tell me about Grimoirs and tetragrammations? I don't need guide books anymore though. Also, tell me about the tower of Babilu."

Ruse

"See, when it comes to Royal Tradition, the fields, they don't like to mix.. it's very difficult to do some things, especially with a limited magical training. Grimoires overcome that. With, say, A Thousand Howls of Time, it is possible to blend Time magic with the field of Demonology.. summon demons from the past, present, future.. and so forth. Tetragrammatons are something altogether different - very rare, very expensive books tied to a particular magical tradition. They themselves are deeply magical. An example, say, would be the Necronomicon.."

The shop-keep chuckled.

"On the other side of the city rests the Tower of Babilu, where magic is researched and written about. I myself am a member. Any serious sorcerer affiliated with the Conclave should consider it."

Desafon

(repeat)

There was nothing immediately obvious, but Desafon soon came upon a building in the Market district titled BOUNTY SERVICES.

Ruse raises an eyebrow in curiosity, but decides to stop shopping for now, since his purse is empty. He nods at the shop keeper and thanks him for his time, and reminds him that money will be wired to him automatically.

Instead, Ruse goes off to do something important. Seemingly minor to everyone else, but important to him.

Ruse goes and finds a park, or some other secluded serene area where he can just meditate for a while. He streams over to such a spot, and when - and if - he finds something like that, he sits down and holes himself up so to speak, losing himself in thought.

     Desafon indeed goes to check out the Bounty Services to see what bounties are open and just what it would take for him to be able to perform them.

Ruse

(It's fine, we'll say you're in a garden outside the markets)

SCANNING..
/SPIDERMAKE/
ring
No further scans possible.
/unscannable? error
SUIT has encountered an intelligence error, but can access the Conclave and Earthborn information vaults in an attempt to fix this error. Confirm/deny?


Ruse sits for a long time in meditation, but nothing of any note occurs. He knows that the Ring is sentient - maddeningly, he can sense it's intelligence and personality beneath the cold outer shell - but can't seem to access it.

Desafon

The Bounty Services office had several administrators working, and one approached Desafon, knowing glint in her eye.

"New here, huh?" she asked.

Ruse continued trying to Meditate.

COMMAND: Yes, SUIT go ahead and cross-reference the information vaults. I am a low lord as well as a secretary of Roid so I should be able to get at least something useful.

Ruse tries to send a greeting to the ring with mind magic. Not telepathy, but mind magic. It's just a greeting - no strings attached or anything. He knows that the ring knows that it is under Ruse's stewardship right now, and also that the ring knows that he and roid are allies too. However, it's just being so awkwardly silent.

     Nodding to the lady in the Bounty office, Desafon seems to smile. "Yes, indeed I am. Finding myself in a predicament where I am unable to attain money of any form in my realm at this moment and in a need to attain said wealth, I had stumbled upon this location. I'm Desafon, God of Piracy and Duels and I wonder what it is that is needed to make money here."

Ruse

Checking..
Checking Vaults..
/Conclave..
/Earthborn..
No information found. No records found. No archives found.
Would you like to start a file?

There is a silence, and then..

Hello.. God of Mist..

Desafon

"We're, as it says, Bounty Services," said the woman. "We accept and pay out bounties. If you're looking for work, there's current a 20k bounty on Tyche, God of Chance that remains unclaimed."

COMMAND: Yes, create a file called SYSTEMARCH ATTAINMENTS. Within it, create three sub-files: CASHMATHAR, SAVERNASURAM, LIKTOBOREA, and ANVILDAMADRUM. Create other sub-files for other attainments as they are discovered. Input all information that we have gathered about each so far into the relevant files, although please censor all information about CASHMATHAR's abilities. Then, I want an encrpytion lock on the SYSTEMARCH ATTAINMENTS file, with only myself gaining free access. Lock all others out, unless they are my heir or a god transfused by me.

Ruse meditated some more, and responded mentally after the presence greeted him.

Are you Cashmathar? If so, I greet you.

     Chuckling, Desafon thinks about it, "Let me guess. He has a very good ability at altering the flow of chance? Perhaps not the best target for my first hunt. Is there any evil beings that need to be brought to justice? Brigands perhaps?"

Ruse

Gathering information ..
Creating files..
45%..
90%..
Files completed..
Lock engaged.
Would you like to password-encrypt these?

Ruse felt a strange feeling as all of his mental defences were bypassed.

Yes - you are a friend of the Creator's.. aren't you.. ? Roose..

Desafon

The lady smiled. "We don't really place bounties on brigands.. there is a two thousand reward for Chalybis, God of Machines, if you care to take it."

((Oops I meant four files not three...but you went with it anyway so thanks for that))

When the mental defenses were bypassed, Ruse's face perked up for a bit, like as if someone with really cold hands was checking him for colon cancer.

Thankfully, after a moment the unsettling feeling subsided. He wasn't trying to keep Cashmathar out. If anything, he needed to facilitate conversatoin as best as he could. He knew that the ring knew that it temporarily belonged to Ruse, especially since it didn't kill him when he put it on, but he didn't really know much else about it beyond Roid's minor run-down.

Yes Cashmathar, I am Ruse. And I also am an ally to your creator, Roid. You're inside my defenses now so there's no use trying to hide it anymore, so I'll tell you everything. I have my own side-agenda - some selfish and some selfless - but I do sincerely wish blessings upon Roid and especially upon the tree of life, our ladyship Yggdrasil. And as far as you and I are concerned, that is what counts.

Roid gave you to me as a sign of his trust, although I do consider myself as merely borrowing you. Perhaps one day he'll let me keep you permanently, although as an attainment I would understand if he chose not to. However, the world is a harsh place - my own machinations and manipulations are grains of sand compared to dangers like Osiria-Ra and the Mad gods who are running around, and the destructive malice they bring with them. I am currently trying to work against several threats, further my own agenda, as well as support Roid. It's a delicate juggling act but one that I've grown quite accustomed to.

So enough about me...please, do tell me about yourself.

Ruse

I am Cashmathar.. once, a bed of peace upon the Anvil, an unmoving, all-seeing sea.. until the drop.. the drop came, and I was reborn, condensed, given new form and life by the young Creator.. I can suppress mind-storms, and shift into my own form (taking one with me).. I occasionally speak with the Ascended Masters, but the Creator does not like me discussing such things..

Desafon

The lady smiled. "We don't really place bounties on brigands.. there is a two thousand reward for Chalybis, God of Machines, if you care to take it."
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Ruse began to walk towards the funeral site, although he was still within the markets. He continued responding to the ring.

Roid told me as such, although he also said that you had other abilities that he forgot about, although he had no problem with me communing with you. If I may ask, what can you all do? besides what you've just said? I believe that it is in both of our best interests if we're as close to being on the same page as possible. Especially since this world has become such a dangerous place.
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Ruse

I can do many things and none at all. Most of my abilities aid the Systemarch mind, though I might, too, be able to assist the Roose.. I do not know. Sleepy.. such fatigue..

Suddenly, the Ring of Cashmathar went mentally dead, as if, perhaps, asleep. Ruse felt a wave of relief as the presence was automatically pushed from his mind.

Desafon

(repeat)

The lady smiled. "We don't really place bounties on brigands.. there is a two thousand reward for Chalybis, God of Machines, if you care to take it."

Ruse sighed with relief. Cashmathar being so intimately inside his head wasn't painful or even uncomfortable, so much as really weird feeling. The relief he experienced was like the doctor finally pulling his hand out from...someplace.

so Cashmathar could do more than it appeared, especially in terms of improving the systemarch mind. This fact interested Ruse greatly. Normally he'd have shrugged this piece of information off - if he were anything besides a god that is. Gods are notoriously adaptive, more so than even hearthborn. Ruse believed that he'd find a way for Cashmathar to adapt to his mind. But for now, he would let the ring sleep.

After all, he needed to attend the funeral of Balverstus. Perhaps he'd even see Roid there too?

And so Ruse shifted form and flew away with much haste, right to the funeral. He wanted to - at the very least - see Roid and the dhaal.

Ruse

The Ring slept as Ruse left for the funeral.

Desafon

(repeat)

The lady smiled. "We don't really place bounties on brigands.. there is a two thousand reward for Chalybis, God of Machines, if you care to take it."

     (Wow, seriously, I'm surprised I missed this thread entirely until now. I could've posted at the latest last night)
     Desafon looks towards the Bounty Officer, giving a frown before he strokes his chin, "Is he evil?" He asks, uncertain as he no doubt wishes to retain his 'good' view, while at the same time seeking out whatever wealth he can attain. "If so, then perhaps there are other interesting individuals whom I could seek out who might be evil and have a bounty for them."

"Yes, he is evil," said the woman. "An enemy to the Conclave and to society as a whole. He has taken many innocent lives."

     Stroking his chin, Desafon begins to ponder just what he might do against a God of Machines. "Is there anymore information on him that I might go by or should I just call his name out in the Valley and hope he responds? And how do these bounties work? Do I cut off his head and bring it back? An ear? Or will his death just be suitable? Perhaps taking him prisoner?"
     Noticing that something has happened in the other Paradox, the one in the harsh desert, Desafon looks to the Bounty Officer, "I apologize but I have something very important that must be attended to." He begins to move out quickly for the Hall of the Sun.
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"We will Callisti-test you once you claim to kill him, and pay you the bounty. And if you agree we can give you directions to his Realm. Taking him prisoner and bringing him back alive will give you an additional five thousand CS on top of the bounty."

Desafon soon comes upon the Hall of the Sun, and should continue posting there.

     Finding it annoying that he left here for the Halls of the Sun to find out that he'd have to return here again, Desafon brings the prisoner and nine amulets to the Bounty Officer, "It would seem that I have a little bit of fish to bring to the fish monger." He says, chuckling as it was meant as a joke.

"Very good, very good!" cried the Bounty administrator. "Yes, yes.. see, nine Osiris pendants.. living prisoner.. hmmm, you'll be looking at maybe three thousand CS, I think. We'll have to verify them first, of course. Where did you get these from? Is that, aheh, sand on his robe?"

     Nodding to the Bounty Officer, Desafon smiles. "Yeah, there seemed to be some adventure going on in another realm so I popped in, enjoyed a great fight scene where I beat a high-ranking cultist, killed him and a few other flunkies. Out of about three or four Good Gods that went in, I was the only that remained at the end to find this live prisoners and knock him unconscious. Figured he might give up some information that is useful. I got him from Tush... something or other. The realm, that is."

"Yes, that all makes sense," said the woman. "Understand, this is only for our paperwork. Where did you find the pendants, exactly?"

To this, Desafon can easily reply, "On the necks of the Cultists I have killed in the Realm of The Dread City of Tushmuthut."

The lady was shocked. Desafon knew that she was outraged.

"Tushmuthut - Tushmuthut! You know it is a serious misdemeanor to set foot in that place, yes? We will have to fine you.."

Pitcarn apears in the markets and begins to browse some of the stalls

Raising an eyebrow, Desafon seemed to be a little confused, "Does not a bounty hunter search for his prey and go where it is? Or am I to wait for them to come here and be a simple God? I faced them with pride and honor and won in a glorious duel against the one who was leading this group. I had no knowledge that that realm was 'off limits' to bounties. In fact, the way the Council spoke, it was fine to go after their bounties. So, the question I pose is, which is correct? The Council or the fine?"

Desafon

The woman's eyes narrowed.

"It is now off-limits," she said. Her distaste was obvious. "I will wave your fine, and pay you in full, but do not expect me to be so kind next time."

Desafon felt as if she wanted to stab him repeatedly in the throat. There was enmity.

Pitcarn

If Pitcarn were looking for basic weapons and armour, forged of steel or iron or bronze, the prices were very reasonable. If he were looking for magical or otherwise supernatural items, however, the prices skyrocketed - he saw a 'Blade of the Living', a shimmering, living sword, on sale for seventeen thousand Conclave Stones. There were several blacksmiths who made things on demand, he saw, the chiefest of them being the expensive Domoni of the Blade.

He could have a crate of iron alloys for eight Conclave Stones; fourteen for a crate for Steel.

     Nodding, Desafon looks at her, understanding her ire. "Alright then, just what else is there bounties on other than Gods? In non-banned Realms." He looks towards her, smiling softly. "And what happens when your realm pretty much... explodes?"

Desafon

"Sura's easily the highest: capture a hundred thousand, kill eighty. More than enough money for any God to survive on for the foreseeable future. I'm surprised no one's jumped on that, yet.. Desolace is the Realm. I can give you directions, if you like.."

There was a moment of silence, and suddenly, Desafon knew exactly how to reach Desolace.

Pitcarn

Pitcarn has been dropped from the Markets of Nicodemus due to his manifestation in the Hall of the Sun.

Hirsu wandered the stalls for a while, looking for a few things he might need soon.

Desafon

(repeat)

"Sura's easily the highest: capture a hundred thousand, kill eighty. More than enough money for any God to survive on for the foreseeable future. I'm surprised no one's jumped on that, yet.. Desolace is the Realm. I can give you directions, if you like.."

There was a moment of silence, and suddenly, Desafon knew exactly how to reach Desolace.

Hirsu

Hirsu found that he could by a mundane set of all that he wanted for eight Conclave Stones.

Hirsu purchases the items, takes possession of them, and begins to wander the isles, 'window-shopping'.

Desafon

(repeat)

"Sura's easily the highest: capture a hundred thousand, kill eighty. More than enough money for any God to survive on for the foreseeable future. I'm surprised no one's jumped on that, yet.. Desolace is the Realm. I can give you directions, if you like.."

There was a moment of silence, and suddenly, Desafon knew exactly how to reach Desolace.


Hirsu


Hirsu saw many interesting things; firearms adorned in silk or gold, tiny (yet majestically strange) birds that could peer into the soul, bottles of living metal, a remaining copy of the Al-Azif..

Hirsu smiled at the birds, narrowing his eyes to check their life energies before moving on.

But the living metal truly intrigued him. He stared at it within the bottle, judging its lifeforce, as well as its state of health. He wondered whether being imprisoned like this was harmful to it, and whether being split apart was something it could do naturally, or if it was harmed in doing so.

He looked for the shopkeep. "Excuse me, but could you tell me a little more about the contents of these bottles?"

The shopkeep was tall and fat. His grin was illuminating - quite literally: his teeth glowed. Hirsu saw that the life-force of the Living Metal was dim, but constant, but got the impression that they didn't particularly mind being trapped in the bottles.

"Beautiful, ain't it?" asked the shopkeep. "I feed them twice a day, but they still clammer on for more, y'know? Pure Living Metal, mined from the Forge-Kingdom of Zast, savage and highly deadly. I'm Zast. Two thousand'll net you a bottle. They can survive on a soul a day; two if you want to keep them awake, ten if you want them fighting-fit. They're thirsty little bastards, but I love them so. The two grand will also get you the solid diamond bottle and a certificate of authenticity. Interested?"

Hirsu smiled as he watched the creatures. "Very fascinating. And naturally occuring, tremendous. You, sir, have exquisite taste in your merchandise. I will definitely be back in the future when I have the funds, and the means to keep them alive for an extended period of time."

Hirsu left the stall, turning to take a last look at the creatures and the general vicinity so he could find it again some other time, and continued wandering. Such marvelous wonders in this place, he thought to himself.

Stroking his chin, Desafon looks towards the Bounty Officer, "And what type of God is Sura that he is worth so much?"

Desafon

"You.. you mean you haven't heard? This was the God that caused the destruction of the Hall of the Sun, killing many in the process. His death cannot come too soon, Pirate God."


Hirsu


Hirsu next stumbled upon the popular shop entitled, amusingly, the Necronomnomnomnomicon. The shop sold sorcerous tools and supplies.. Royal Tradition sanctified and attuned tools, as well as more esoteric tools, such as Earthborn Zen-Qabalistic or Shage wise-owns. There were books lined up on the practice and theory of magic, many magical Grimoires - which gave instructions on the application of dual-field Royal Tradition sorceries - and even the occasional enchanted item. Hirsu saw, with some delight, that the shop stocked most of (as far as he could tell) Msonus's work, such as An Eye to the Heavens, the Teaachings of tdan Bardrov, A New Babilu and so forth. By far the most coveted item, however, kept in a case of diamond and surrounded by shimmering guardian Living Metal was one of the original copies of Al-Azif<i>, or the <i>Necroomicon.. bound in human flesh, otherwise insidiously mundane..

Hirsu picked up the Teachings of tdan Bardrov, and flipped to the fifth chapter, to see if there was anything written there. He then shut the book, and inquired about the price of that one and An Eye to the Heavens.

The fifth chapter; blank.

"Yeah, that's a uh, whatchamacallit, motiff of his, uh, work.." said the shopkeep. "Crazy bastard. Genius, but crazy. They're four Conclave Stones each or three of his works for ten. Or you can buy the Eleven Books of Msonus, hardcover, for sixty. Full set. Bargain."

Hirsu considered the hardcover copies for few moments, genuinely torn. Finally, he shook his head. "I think I'll stick with the paperbacks for now. I'll have to carry this around for a while, and I'd hate to damage the hardcover. I'll probably be back for the full set later, though."

He picked out The Teachings of tdan Bardov, An Eye to the Heavens, and looked through the titles of the other 9 works. He half expected to find one regarding his own realm, though he doubted the timeframe would line up properly to make that possible.

Nodding, Desafon strokes his chin. "Really? That is, then, what I came across. How good of a swordsman is he?"

Desafon

"We don't know about his swordsmanship skills, but he is a cold-blooded killer with ultimate mastery over the desert. Perhaps he is too much for you.."


Hirsu


"Just The Teachings of tdan Bardrov and An Eye to the Heavens? Three for ten. Have a browse, friend."

The works of Msonus:

*An Eye to the Heavens
*The Teachings of tdan Bardrov
*A New Babilu
*The Beliefs of King Eye
*Yggdrasil
*The Architect's Manifesto
*What We Learn Without Magic
*The Rivers, They Soak
*Hyper-technomantic Sympathetic Worldbending for Idiots
*One Hundred Magical Traditions You MUST Try
*The Truth

Hirsu smiled faintly at the titles, and picked out What We Learn Without Magic. He paid for the purchases, and left the market to enjoy his new volumes. Rather than cooping himself up in the library once more, he took the books to the Exotic Gardens, to find a quiet spot where he could peruse them.

With a twitch at the mention of 'Perhaps he is too much for you', Desafon grimaces. "Fine. I take that as an honor challenge and will begin to search for this Sura God. I will return him in whatever pieces I may, hopefully whole, and ensure the Conclave that though I am a God seeking payment in order to better my realm, which is currently torn by a Mad God, I am also a God of Honor and though I do not wish to join them, I will have respect as a Duelist."

He moves to find a merchant selling gear for surviving the desert. Hopefully something that will keep him from becoming weak while there.

Desafon

Desert survival gear was sold: a full-body suit, with a hood, goggles, and a fabric mask, created with the specific purpose of staving off starvation and dehydration while there. If soaked in freezing water for a day, it can keep the wearer at a comfortable temperature for up to a week. It was going for a thousand Conclave Stones.

Hirsu

Hirsu enters the exotic gardens, and easily finds a place to read.

(Continue posting in the Exotic Gardens of the Conclave thread)

Anik headed into the markets. He had been here once before to assess the technological and craftsmanship of the goods coming in and was generally impressed. But still he needed several raw materials should he begin his tasks, and supply his realm with metals. He began looking on how to obtain a ton (quite literally, and in metric system) of metals. Gold he knew was 4CS/1kg but he was sure that buying 1000 kg of the stuff (and other mass quantities of material) would afford him a steep discount. He needed silver, copper, zinc, iron, titanium, silicon, and several other metals. But before he would approach any vendor with this plan, he looked in current "mass exchange" values, approaching only those who were exactly on the dot of the value of metals. He wanted fair, honest, good quality trading, and he knew any "deals" he got from people who were below market value mostly meant one or more of those factors applied. Once he weeded out any who were event showing a semblance of dishonesty he would see if they would give any discount for buying 300 kg of gold. He would tell them (after a bit of haggling for the "large" 300kg purchase) he wanted to shop around to other suppliers before finalizing the deal. He tried to narrow it down to 4 or 5 suppliers. Once this was done, he would ask around other traders (particularly those who would buy metals, like smiths, builders, and brokers who were "mass quantity quick-traders" who buy and sell shares of large amounts of material, just trying to make profit on the market of raw-material) for reputations of those suppliers, and previous prices as well.

Desafon

(repeat)

Desert survival gear was sold: a full-body suit, with a hood, goggles, and a fabric mask, created with the specific purpose of staving off starvation and dehydration while there. If soaked in freezing water for a day, it can keep the wearer at a comfortable temperature for up to a week. It was going for a thousand Conclave Stones.

Anik

It took a long while, but eventually Anik was given some information that he could trust in regards to suppliers. Easily the most honest was fair Havarst, who, it is said, cannot ever accept an unfair deal. Still, honesty came at a price - his wares were slightly more expensive than, say, his biggest rival, Mjourn, who often stole the merchandise but sold it for exceptionally cheap. Havarast sold 300kg of gold for four hundred Conclave Stones. Mjourn, who dealt fairly with all buyers, even if his wares were stolen, sold it for two hundred and twenty.

Anik would go with Havarast. He seemed more his man, besides he wasn't interested in stolen goods.

He went up to Havarast, or his clerk "I was here earlier about the 300kg of gold. Well truth be told I need more of it and a more of others. I'm looking for around 1000kg of gold, iron, silver, copper, zinc, aluminum, platinum, titanium, pure sand (SiO2). That is... 1000kg of each." Now that the bombshell of an offer was made, he either waited for Havarast's reaction, or the clerk to go wide eyed and tell him he needed to go get Havarast.

Desafon

(repeat)

Desert survival gear was sold: a full-body suit, with a hood, goggles, and a fabric mask, created with the specific purpose of staving off starvation and dehydration while there. If soaked in freezing water for a day, it can keep the wearer at a comfortable temperature for up to a week. It was going for a thousand Conclave Stones.

Anik

Havarast was a born salesmen, and had an eye for the serious, high-profile customers - he would not allow a common clerk to handle such a large venture. "Welcome, Anik, trade freely," he said, smiling sincerely, as he offered the master craftsmen a seat. Havarast listened to Anik's demands and then handed Anik a piece of paper. He'd been writing as Anik was speaking..

Gold (per 1000 kilograms) = 600 CS
Iron = 400 CS
Zinc = 200 CS
Silver = 800 CS
Copper = 290 CS
Aluminum = 150 CS
Titanium = 1000 CS
Platinum = 800 CS
Pure Sand = 1600

Total = 5840
      + Shipping (500)
      = 6340 CONCLAVE SONES

"Most of these are cheap enough to obtain," said Havarast. "Prices of silver are skyrocketing, lately, but we can still cut a good deal. Titanium, too, is pricey. The silicon dioxide is the hardest, though. The Conclave monitors all sand-based commerce, for fairly obvious reasons, and places extremely heavy taxes on them. Still.."

He looks again at the list. "I can do this for you for six grand."

Anik winced on the sand. "Scratch the sand, my god there are many easier ways of getting silicon dioxide, sorry about the taxes, I might want to think about substitutes like glass or quartz if you have any, I can easily turn them into different physical aspects of the same chemicals. As for Titanium, I knew it would be pricey."

He considered the list. "This is a massive purchase, tell you what is there any way I could get the shipping reduced to 300, I'll even double my Aluminum purchase, that's only 50 CS less and 1000kg of aluminum out of your hair.

On another note, do you know any class B vendors? I need a much smaller amount of rarer things."

<<From Hall of the Sun>>

Ruse drifts over to this location, and materialized. He looks for Artificer Aurhah or a comclave soldier who would know where to find him.

Desafon

(repeat)

Desert survival gear was sold: a full-body suit, with a hood, goggles, and a fabric mask, created with the specific purpose of staving off starvation and dehydration while there. If soaked in freezing water for a day, it can keep the wearer at a comfortable temperature for up to a week. It was going for a thousand Conclave Stones.

Anik

"I already dropped the shipping by three-hundred and forty Conclave Stones," said Havarast. "As for the sand, sure, we can drop that and replace it with quartz.." He scribbled away at the bill. "Glass would only be more expensive, however.. but if we double the aluminum.. "

He handed the list back to Anik.

"I also function, on the side, as a Class B vendor, though whether or not I can help you depends on what it is you need."

Gold (per 1000 kilograms) = 600 CS
Iron = 400 CS
Zinc = 200 CS
Silver = 800 CS
Copper = 290 CS
Aluminum = 250 CS (for 2000)
Titanium = 1000 CS
Platinum = 800 CS
Quartz = 450 CS

Total = 4790
      + Shipping (500)
      = 5290 CONCLAVE SONES

"If you were to buy some of my Class B merchandise, however, I could negate the shipping cost altogether," said Havarast. "That would drop it to four thousand, seven hundred and ninety.. we'll say four-five hundred."

Ruse

"You'll find him by the east wing," said a soldier. "He has his own on-site workshop and forgery. Necessary, I suppose. Broad, tall, hardened man. Looks like a sailor, though don't tell him I said so!"

Anik nodded. "I'm looking for some adamantine and mythril, but like I said, in considerably less amounts, say 10kg of mythril and 30 of adamantine. What would the costs be on those?"

Ruse nodded at the soldier, and briskly took off, part streaming and partly physical as he did so. He headed exactly where the soldier instructed, looking for the technologist.

Desafon

(repeat)

Desert survival gear was sold: a full-body suit, with a hood, goggles, and a fabric mask, created with the specific purpose of staving off starvation and dehydration while there. If soaked in freezing water for a day, it can keep the wearer at a comfortable temperature for up to a week. It was going for a thousand Conclave Stones.

Anik

Adamantine (x 30kg) = 2300
Mythril (x10kg) = 1800

Total = 4100
      + Shipping (00)
      = 4100 CONCLAVE SONES


"Expensive materials," said Havarast. "Mythril's the hardest.. 'stronger than steel, lighter than titanium, glitters like gold but with the grace of the grey', as they say. It's expensive. Adamantine's better, even though it's as hard as diamonds, because the opportunities for use are slimmer.. still, if I might ask, what are you wanting the metals for? I might be able to find you something just as useful but cheaper."

Ruse

The technologist was a huge, grotesque Systemarch with more mechanical parts than Ruse had seen before. Each of his many feet - some which had been modified to become hands - were toiling away at various tasks, forging, cooling, tinkering..

"Yeah? What do you want?" Aurhah grumbled.

Ruse, maintaining his composure, replied firmly,

"I am High Lord Ruse of the Conclave. I have come to you to commandeer your services temporarily, for the good of the Conclave. I need some repairs and enhancements for my SUIT. Even if some may be otherwise illegal for lesser ranked beings, I permit you to provide anything you can up to and including to my High Lord Clearance."

Ruse then remembered something, and said,

"Also, I need you to analyze something for me and tell me if it is beneign, or harmful. As for my SUIT, I need it to be able to adapt to any world I may travel to even those outside the supernatural one like the world savage. If you can improve any of SUITs other general functions, I would be interested in your assessment of that as well. Really, I need as best an overhaul on it as you can give me under my highlord clearance."

"Well the massive amounts of normal metals are for my people, mining is labours and they are a more creative people, artisins, crafters and the like. The class B minerals were for my own general creations. Never know when you might need a good hunk of adamantine or mithril." Anik truly didn't have an exact plan for all the metal, but they were always handy should the idea come to him. "But I don't want to buy more than I can afford to waste. Well I better be going off, just have the specail materials shipped to my workshop, my people knows where it is."

Desafon

(repeat)

Desert survival gear was sold: a full-body suit, with a hood, goggles, and a fabric mask, created with the specific purpose of staving off starvation and dehydration while there. If soaked in freezing water for a day, it can keep the wearer at a comfortable temperature for up to a week. It was going for a thousand Conclave Stones.

Anik

"You'll be purchasing the mithril, the adamantine and the more typical supplies?" asked Havanar. He scribbled down the bill.

Gold (per 1000 kilograms) = 600 CS
Iron = 400 CS
Zinc = 200 CS
Silver = 800 CS
Copper = 290 CS
Aluminum = 250 CS (for 2000)
Titanium = 1000 CS
Platinum = 800 CS
Quartz = 450 CS
Total = 5290

Adamantine (x 30kg) = 2300
Mythril (x10kg) = 1800

Total = 4100

GRAND TOTAL: 9390 Conclave Stones

"I can have it to you within a day," said Havanar. "I can deduct the charge straight from your account, if you'd care to give me your Conclave Seal for a moment."

Anik feels a slight burning in one of his pockets. The ticket had turned a bright red, the only exception being two dark words emblazoned on the front: THIRTY MINUTES.

Ruse

"Hrrrh," said the machinist. "Maybe you could try sayin' please once in a while, O High Lord. Take your SUIT off. I'll need ta be looking at that one. Brand? What worlds must it work in? I'm afraid allowing it to function in every world is an impossibility."

"Alright, good." he let the man see his seal and then proceeded to go back to the Hall of the Sun.

Ruse ignored the "say please" comment. He expected his will to be carried out, and at a high degree of quality. He wasn't mean about it, but he wasn't super humble about it either.

"I need the SUIT to work in the realm supernatural for sure, but also the realm savage too. If you could somehow make it work in the abyss too I can see that being potentially useful, given the current state of how things are going. Is that few enough places to be viable?"

"I also need some general upgrades too - processing speed needs a huge improvement, but I also would like enhanced shielding capability, scanning, and information retreival. If you can put some of the features of advanced standard SUIT models into to, then please do so with my high lord clearance. If there is enhances information processing systems that could be useful. If there are other utilities or movement modes that can also work. Finally, if you can enhance it to have full functionality in my mist form I'd be ever so grateful."

Ruse disengages the SUIT's connection to him and removes it.

"It is a standard SUIT I believe...not a ZOOT or something. It has information files on it that I'd like preserved."

OOC: I'm currently in the Valley. Thought I couldn't be in two parts of the Valley at the same time.

Desafon

(Whoops sorry!)

Ruse

The machinist laughed long and hard at that.

"There's known ta be only one suit that could possibly protect you from the Abyss," Aurhar chuckled, "And that's the birthday dress of yer average Dhelvanian!"

He grinned, slapped Ruse on the back.

"But Realm Savage I can do. Not with this yakhrazkood example of engineering, though. Easily six years old. Earthborn schematics. Literally 'born of Earth', not 'born of the Earthman', which I can admire a hell've a lot more. I can modify it for ya, sure, but you'd be best off buying a more recent flux-capable SUIT. I won't like it. And it'll cost."

He shook his head.

"Give me yer badge and I'll scan through the transaction. I know you. Roid's latest lay - or is it lad? Both, I'd imagine. Heh. You'll be covered, I'm sure, Conclave tab. I'll never get paid - but hey! All for the greater good, right? Right?"

He blinked, and a single scaled arm reached to light a cigarette. Ruse had never seen a nicotine-addled Systemarch before. Hard to tell what was the stimulant and what was the broken personality.

"We'll give everything a boost, oh yeah. I'll need some things from you, though. A lot's happened in half a decade. SUITtech became available to the Spider-folk. Waveisms, too, but that's different. Cut off some of that pretty hair, lass, and I'll work it in."

Ruse nodded as he listened, and replied,

"I assure you Roid and I have a strictly platonic relationship. Honestly I don't even know if you spiders are capable of true lovmaking or not. I hear you have this mindfuck thing you do with your Dhaal...literally."

He grinned a bit, but then resumed composire quickly and continued,

"Yes I am requisitioning your services in the name of the Convclave. If you must feel free to scan my badge and put it on the Conclave's tab, but do not access my personal account."

"Also, I hear you about getting a SUIT upgrade and would like to obtain a new SUIT. I would like you to provide me with the most top of the line SUIT available. You can, if you'd like, apply this to the conclave's tab and let them worry about the cost. I have files on my current SUIT that I will need to transfer over to the new SUIT, but I have all the permissions and passwords so it shouldn't be an issue. This new state-of-the-art SUIT that I'm getting should most definitly be able to function in the world savage, as well as other places if possible like Alkan and the like. but the world savage is a necessary minimum."

"Speaking of which, could you apply an upgrade to my new SUIT that will allow me to utilize paradox? Apparently the Shage can do it but only in the world savage. If they can, then it should be possible for my supremely adaptive divine physiology to adapt and do it as well, right?"

"And what do you want a lock of my hair for?"
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"I can provide yer with such a SUIT," said Aurhar, "But not any time soon. I need the basic modules to be imported from the Territories, ya see, an' then I need to modify it for Divine physiology. I wanted a lock've yer hair for two reasons - one, first, I can integrate the sympathetics of your hair within the SUIT, strengthening its resistance to magic and other nastiness, and two, second, it'd help you bond with't extremely quickly. Third, too, three - if I can study yer Divinity, I can custom-build the thing."

He took another puff of the cigarette.

"But I can't yet promise about the paradox," he said. "That's tricky science right there. Expensive, too. Not sure the Conclave'd approve a purchase like that."

Ruse gestured with his hand, and a lock of his silky hair severed itself from his head and fell neatly into his hand, trailed by a fine mist that quickly dissipated. He handed it to the technician.

"Very well - I believe your intentions are sound and wise, and you have my approval. As for the paradox situation, I hear the shage can do it within the world savage but choose not to. I can do it in theory but hear it would be...painful. Is there a way to allow my divine physiology to fully adapt enough to paradox there? Actually, i wonder if my physiology will adapt on its own in time? I wouldn't have a clue how long that would take though."

"But we can discuss paradox technology later. Let's go ahead with the hair and see if you can't custom-build me a SUIT that is tailored to complement my own divinity and personhood. I'd like it to be state of the art and able to rival any SUIT on the open and black market. Perhaps a SUIT that could evolve and grow with me...if such a thing is possible. I wouldn't expect that by default though, and applaude your efforts as they are now. I don't know why but for some reason I've always gotten along well with systemarchs."

"Ahahah," laughed Auhare. "Yer not bad yerself, High Lord. I'll try and get that SUIT ready for you as soon as possible. I need some parts, as I said, from the Territories, and they're not the easiest to find.. for some reason, the Presidency doesn't quite seem so keen as to allow me to do my jyhaack-damn job."

He opened another pack of cigarettes, gestured towards Ruse. "Smoke?"

"No thank you." Ruse said politely, as the smoke wafting off the systemarch's cigarette parted ways around Ruse all on its own, without him really having to ask it to. As if the smoke was being respectful.

"I can probably get the territories to send you the parts immediately. Lower runged individuals like associates don't have much sway with the earthborn, but they are members of the conclave and as a highlord I certainly possess the authority to requisition those parts directly. Could you please open up a communication channel to the necessary party and make the order directly, in my name. It is very important that I get the upgraded custom built SUIT. You have my authorization to requisition those parts in the name of the conclave, especially since this will directly enhance my ability to carry out my duties."

If there is a small wait time, I can head over to the arena. I am interested both in Maxine, as well as hope to see Roid and Drachul there.
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Desafon returns to the market vendor whom is selling the desert gear and purchases it, with intentions to find Sura... although, at the same time, he seeks out some decent light armor to protect him from blade attacks and perhaps something that might assist his vision while in any form of sandstorm.

Of course, he also has intentions to return to the Merchants Guild of the Market in order to purchase his place as a brother-guilder.
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Ruse

"Ah, thank you," said the Systemarch. "High Lord, I will go to that right now. There will be quite the waiting time, however. So go, see your duel, watch that slaughter. I'd be going myself, but.. y'know, work calls."

Desafon

The desert equipment was found: a full-body suit, with a hood, goggles, and a fabric mask, created with the specific purpose of staving off starvation and dehydration while there. If soaked in freezing water for a day, it can keep the wearer at a comfortable temperature for up to a week. It was going for a thousand Conclave Stones.

"Ah, I can see it in your walk," said the merchant providing the desert gear. "You've just found yourself some money. Well, let me advise you that if you're looking for something a little greater, I've just finished the first make of my latest model. If you've got the time, I can show you what it does."

Ruse smiles, and nods, and says,

"Wonderful. I will leave my new SUIT in your care then. I have always respected Systemarch genius, even if it isn't often aesthetic. If you could, I'd like my SUIT to fit the aesthetic appeal that will undoubtedly be revealed by my strand of hair's divinity. Looking good is as important as fighting good, after all."

He shifted into mist form, his voice echoed out in a loud whisper,

"I will return soon, after the arena duel. If it is done before that, please have a message sent to me. Again, thank you for your assistance."

Ruse then flew off extremely fast, heading for the duel arena.

<To arena>

     Before he decides to purchase the suit already offered, Desafon seems to raise an eyebrow, interested indeed. "Yes. Although I am not often in the desert or warm heat, I find my... prey of the moment seems to live in such a terrain." He says, though he nods again. "I would be interested in seeing this new style of suit."

Ruse

"Not a problem," said Aurhar, and he began his work.

Ruse came upon the arena.

Desafon

The shopkeep smiled to himself, took Desafon to the back, private area of the shop-stall.

"My latest work of art.." he breathed.

The suit was revealed: heavy cloth reinforced with heavy cloth, shimmering lightly in the glare of the market. Accompanying it were curious footwear and an ornate, almost oriental breathing-mask. It was all a light brown in colour.

"Don't mind the thickness of the thing," said the shopkeep, beaming with pride. "It's designed to provide protection against stings, bites, sand.. even, to a limited degree, blades and knives, though it won't be much good against a high-power diamond-round rifle, I'm afraid. It's regulated by Living Metal, kept cool by the stuff, and in most cases it is that Living Metal which protects you. The suit is chameleon-like in its stealth capabilities, shifting to the landscape, and the boots are made not to make a trace upon the sands - and to protect your feet, of course. You will feel heavy, yes, but you will be mighty. The mask helps against identification, sandstorms, the heat beating down upon your head.. the gloves, see," he said, showing Desafon the white gloves of the thing, "Can be filled with Living Metal at a simple command, allowing you greater strength and hitting force. In fact, with constant proper-use, the suit will adapt to you, increase the efficiency of its workings, boosting speed, strength, agility.."

He grinned.

"It runs on a GoogleTechia-style highly modified SUIT, with advanced modifications in the range of ZOOT or the Disney make.. meaning that it has full glyphic display systems, if needed, upon the mask, and can store and gather information. It also acts as a highly versatile database with access to Conclave and Earthborn Information Vaults.. yes, it is a beauty. Can synthesize antitoxins, water, anything you need.. Took me three years to build. Nothing else like it in the world."

He looked at Desafon shrewdly.

"What do you say, sir? I'd let it go, for, say.. fifty thousand."

Even though the amount seems awful high to him, the fact of what all it does seems to intrigue him severely. "No doubt the SUIT is indeed important and very capable, but consider it from my side: I do not often intend to be fighting in the desert. Yes, the SUIT is advanced, but how capable is it in an Ocean terrain? Does it allow for highly increased swimming and water-breathing capability? I am mainly only looking for something to increase my ability to fight in the desert, but at the same time the other features highly appeal to me. As you can see, the cost is definitely of some slight concern to me, having just made barely enough money to purchase what you have brought before me. In fact, I still seek to join the Merchants in their Guild and to do so is costing fifteen thousand. If there is any way that I could afford both, no doubt I would, but I am in a dilemma here." He acts concerned rather well... mainly because he is.

"If you are not interested," said the shopkeep, "Than I will not try to convince you... though if money is the only concern, I could drop the price down to forty-five. As for water capabilities.. it will render you unable to be drowned, but in other ways I cannot say that it will help."

The man smiled, thinlu.

<From the duel>

Ruse arrives here in a stream of mist, and heads for the technician to retrieve his jacket.

Nodding, Desafon grins. About ready to hand over the money, Desafon happens to either recall or notice the message from the Herald about suits being offered and strokes his chin. "I believe I might have to say no. I do apologize, but it is not just the money. It would seem a very high bounty has been offered for someone more important than my current quarry and I'd like to see about recouping any losses in stones." He grins, bowing before he moves off.

EDIT: Yes, I did change my mind about handing the money off and getting the Suit. Unfortunately, that also means joining the war effort on the side of the Conclave rather than remaining Neutral.
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((you know they are giving out free suits for people joining the war effort. Check the herald for more info.))

Ruse

Aurhar smoked as he worked, with all his hands, on fixing an elaborate piece of technomachinery. It looked like it had come from several thousand years in the future. He placed it down and smiled when he saw Ruse.

"Howdy, kid," he said, gesturing roughly to a large package wrapped in brown. "There's yer SUIT. Don't say I didn't do anything for you. Compliments of the Territories and the Councilman."

Desafon

The merchant frowned, tried to keep a smile, failed.

"I see. You don't want my masterpiece. No matter.. good luck with your hunt, young man. Perhaps I will see you again."
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Ruse nodded and gave a slight bow of his head - an unusually humble gesteur for a Mistellan, who never displayed such things except to social superiors and their god. Not unless they were somehow extremely impressed and/or grateful.

"I must humbly admit that I am extremely impressed by this. For all the ugly aesthetics some systemarch technology has, it is far outmatched by its sheer superiority and elegance. Like I said before, I respect systemarchs greatly despite their appearance."

While this had an arrogant undertone, it was actually a huge compliment coming from Ruse and was quite genuine.

"So Aurhar, what should I know about my new SUIT?"

Anik headed over here (still having the paper that would let him know when Wyrn was ready). And went directly to a dealer in nulcear material, namly Thorium. A much less popular nulcear material because it doesn't go "boom" like the others (but it still can), but it was great for reactors.

Once he found some good prices he would get 3kg of it. (he would also assume it came in a lead box)

Ruse

"Abs-lootley fucked if I know," said Aurhar, ignoring the compliment. "I haven't opened the package. All personal, it is. I know that it's been made using some form of Earthborn far-tech, but that's about it. Not two minutes after you'd left for the duel I saw a man, emissary for the Territories, asking for your hair. I gave it to them, so it must be specially-made. Damn far-tech."

Anik

Anik soon spoke once more with Havanar, who sold him three kilograms of the stuff for two hundred Conclave Stones.

"Do you want that shipped - free of charge, of course, for a loyal customer - to Bounty or would you prefer to take it now?"

Ruse took the package and began to open it.

"That is...intriguing to say the least. I suspect Roid has something to do with this, but did not realize I had earthborn allies as well. The only earthborn I had a meaningful relationship was killed by Aesin a while ago - I should look into a possible revival." he said, thinking aloud to himself at the end. He focused on the package though.

He opened the package and tried to put the his new custom-made SUIT on.

"I'll take it now thankyou. It's only 3 kgs." After taking the box he left the markets for the Garden.
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Ruse stripped the first SUIT off, obviously, before unwrapping and putting on the second SUIT. The thing was sleek, silver, but not shiny in any way. There were certain red and blue markings upon the thing, and when Ruse held it to the light he saw that it was opaque. He tried it on, and it fit perfectly, tightening to his form.

High Lord Ruse. It is good to see you. I will relay to my superiors that you successfully received the package.

((Is that the new SUIT talking to him?))

"Aurhar, this new SUIT...it fits ever so snugly. I don't think I've ever seen anything like this before. Impressive what the Systemarchs and earthborn can accomplish working in concert."

Ruse tried to think a command to the SUIT.

SUIT, I am High Lord Ruse, your new and primary owner. Do you recognize me?

"Impressive, yes," muttered the Systemarch, lighting the tobacco with a strike of his match. "Definitely unlike anything I've seen before, boy. You be careful with that tech, you hear?"

The SUIT replied much quicker than the old SUIT, which lay crumpled across the floor.

I have named you, High Lord Ruse. Of course I recognize you. You've been fully attuned and adjusted. I sense that you are weary. Would you care for a shot of adrenaline or central-caffeine?

His old SUIT folded itself up on its own, almost magically. closer inspection would reveal that small but strong tendrils of mist were at work. He picked the old SUIT up, and it disappeared into his person in a puff of mist.

"I'm sure I can find a use for this still." he said about the old SUIT. He could give it to VACT or some other god that pleased him, perhaps.

"I will treasure this new SUIT...something like this that is attuned to my own person and fine tuned by earthborn themselves? I couldn't ask for a finer SUIT right now I'm guessing. I have to run - need to hit up the methodese chapel and send a manifestation through to Alkan. You know...mad gods trying to kill us all and such. Thank you again for your assistance - I'll put in a good word with Roid when I see him next."

With a wave, Ruse shifted into mist form and sped most quickly at a speed beyond what you'd expect from mist to the methodese chapel.

No, I will recover soon. By the time I reach the chapel my divine energy recovery should be kicked in.

<To halls of the sun>

Auhar shook his head, lit a second cigarette, and returned to his work. Kids these days.

Anik comes back here and finds a restaurant to get a turkey and roast beef melted sub with provolone cheese. He got some tea as well. (He made sure it was just tea and sandwich were just that before he drank and ate them of course no need for slip ups even if he was tired).

Desafon returns to the Market District in order to find the Conclave branch of the Apotheosis Circle again. He feels that he may be ready again to join them. He moves to seek them out and heads to where he last saw the bouncers at the door.

Anik

Once Anik was identified as a Low Lord at Cafe Anvil, he was given the melted sub and a flask of tea free, without charge. After eating he felt much, much better.

(AND OMG ANIK WAS A MAD GOD IT WAS A TRICK LOL jk it was normal tea.)

Desafon

The bouncers recognise Desafon, and smile broadly as he returns to them.

"Mate, how've you been?" asked one.

"Ready to perhaps consider the commercial trade?"

Anik still tipped his waiter and chef. It was a good sandwich, though it wasn't often he ate. Feeling refreshed and Anik began loaning his power to the Ladybots inside the small rock in his pocket. They would not be multiplying fast enough to tire him, (though at this point there were so few he doubted he would notice). He walked back over to the market areas.

While moving through the markets he was looking for any sort of anti-magical devices (preferably ones that didn't use magic). There was a point where anti-magic was wield-able, but he saw how messing with the source of power of something can change the rules of reality.

Desafon smiles to the bouncers, "Oh, not much. Mainly I've been working on selling goods such as bodies of Dead Mad Gods... well, one. Its a very profitable business. I might just try and do it again." He chuckles, before he nods. "Sure am. I've got the fifteen thousand to get in unless it has changed." To that, he peers at the bouncers, trying to gauge whether or not they may try to jump up the price.

Anik

Anik soon came upon the shop called Protections and Power. They sold all sorts of amulets and wards - from heavy carbon-ceramic plate, efficient amulets against bullets, to anti-illusion spectacles and counter-wands. Anik saw that he could buy a cloak that would make him almost immune to scrying and divinatory attempts, or a prismatic woolen scarf that helped one dodge asphyxiation. All of these items were relatively cheap, magical, but flawed; powerful enough magic could circumvent them, they could be broken.

"You looking for something specific, friend?" said the shopkeep.

Desafon

"Fifteen thousand, huh?" asked one of the bouncers.

"Mad Gods, oh?" asked the other.

"Big spender."

"There's more to it than that. Paperwork. You'll want to meet the representative, swear the Oath. You'll have chosen a side, friend. Are you ready for that?"

"Anti-Magic." Is what he spoke. "Not just magical protection, but something that uses raw anti-magic."

Raising an eyebrow, Desafon blinks, "Choosing a side? What, the Mercantile life isn't a side by itself?" He asks, chuckling and he nods to the paperwork part, "That much I expected. So, joining up means I'm joining as a member of the Conclave?" He asks, grumbling. "Already I have Conclave people in my realm half-tempted to be trigger-happy. Luckily I got the main guy whose leading the inspectors to be careful around my merchandise."

Anik

"Ah," said the shopkeeper. "I will admit that I do possess certain antimagical stones that are capable of nullifying even the hardiest of sorcery.. but it is not cheap," he said. "Imported from the outer lands of the doomed Realm ex Abyssus, where all magic goes to die, it is incredibly difficult to procure and even harder to protect. What magical enchantment, exactly, did you need protection from?"

Desafon

"Not quite," said one of the bouncers. "The Apotheosis Circle is very strictly a neutral organization. We are indebted to the Conclave, of course," he said, "But they, too, are indebted to us. We work here, and we run Free Market Ptah in Niborkerese, and have interests in the Pennyfellow Market and of other, even less morally acceptable, markets. Money is the bottom line for us, friend. We trade with who we like, and the Conclave would not dare stop us. You'd be choosing a side, yes: the Apotheosis Circle."

"Everything. That's why I need the anti-magic, though any raw magic dampener would be good. How much would one stone cost?" If it was within his budget he would agree to it, if not, he would try to lower it to within his budget. Either way once the the transaction was done, he went back to the gardens... he had a bet to show up for.

Nodding his head, Desafon smiles to the Bouncer, "Then I'm in. Currently got some blokes on my realm's island complaining about burning it down because the Conclave refused to help me and now after the fact they are coming to destroy my island because they say it was my fault for killing the Mad God instead of letting him remain."

EDIT:
After his last comment, Desafon sighs, "I'll be looking for ya'll in Neber. I don't think I'm going to be safe in the Valley for a while." He disappears from the Valley to try popping up in Neber.
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Anik bought a small lump of the black, incredibly dry rock - he felt his magical power disappear simply by holding the thing - for thirty-thousand Conclave Stones.

Anik headed out to the markets, he searched the markets. He needed to buy some material... he wanted to save his energy for mythcrafting, so he would need to buy the materials instead of creating them. He bought assorted metals and mundane materials, though in all it was no more than 50 kg of stuff in all (mostly titanium, aluminum, calcium, quartz, but with a few small amounts of others). Once he he had the inorganic materials, he went to find alchemical ones. The alchemy ingredients consisted of: he needed 1 eye of an eagle, the bones of a 2 headed viper, 3 green dragon scales, 4 minor elemental orbs (glass balls containing one of each), natural 5 valve human heart, hooves of a 6 legged horse, and 7 lbs of diamond dust.

Anik found, after much searching within the markets of Nicodemus, that he could find all of these things - except one exception - for the tidy price of around two thousand Conclave Stones.

He could not find authentic Dragon Scales, however. Those taken from Nadhaggr or stolen from Apophis were hoarded by jealous collectors and dark magi.

((Question: Have you already charged me? Seriously how much was each one cause I might change some stuff if it's that expensive. And How much would the scales of a drake be (or some other natural dragon knock-off).))

Anik roamed the markets looking for better prices without suffering from loss of quality (especially authenticity).

(Haven't charged, we'll renegotiate.)

Anik spent several more hours searching and found what he was looking for - this time for the much cheaper cost of eight hundred Conclave Stones, faux-dragon scales included.

Anik liked the new prices and glad he was able to haggle a bit. He was known to be a shrewd, though fair, negotiator in his time. He took the materials and headed towards the gardens where his other self was.

And so Anik moved, with his purchases, to the Gardens Exotic.

Hirsu arrived here, and began looking for some witchstone.

Hirsu searched far and wide but found no witchstone for sale. A few merchants - those specialising in exotic goods, mostly, cargo from the Realm Savage or sorcery specialists - knew of what he sought but didn't actually own any of the stone.

Hirsu found a tiny shard of witchstone on display, however, at the Necronomnomnomnomnomnomicon store. Held behind the counter, with the copy of the Al Azif signed in the blood of the Mad Arab who dared pen it and the true scales of the World-Dragon, it was a thing of beauty: completely prismatic, containing every colour Hirsu couldn't imagine (and some he could), it was tiny but awe inspiring.

"Not for sale," said the shop owner. "Not in your price range. Sorry."

Hirsu smiled, and turned his attention away from the piece of stone and focused on the pleasant merchant. "Thank you for the warning. Out of curiosity, would it be in the price range of a High Lord, or are we talking Councilman budget?"

Pitcarn arrived here, looking for a selection of gems, a fine pearls, cut opal, masterwork sapphire, jagged ruby and masterwork Topaz.

He keeps one eye on his surroundings, making sure he is not about to receive a knife in his back in the busy market.

Hirsu

"Probably Councilman," he smiled. "I'm asking four-thirty for this beauty. Had it taken straight from the inner jungles of Apath. It was a miracle we could even get it out of that realm unmolested by bandits or, well, worse. It's a very magical piece of stone, that. Highly rare. You know the function of witchstone, of course?"

Pitcarn

Pitcarn found a merchant willing to sell him everything he needed for five thousand Conclave Stones.

"Very cheap," said the merchant. "Very good price."

Hirsu smiled, impressed by the accomplishment and letting it show. "Now that's a story I'd love to hear more about.  I know of one use, but I get the sense it's not what it's widely used for. What do you normally expect your customers use it for? Besides a status symbol."

Pitcarn looked at the selection available.

"So for that I will receive 8 fine pearls, 4 cut opals, 4 masterwork sapphires, 4 jagged Rubys, 4 jagged emeralds, 4 masterwork Topaz and 3 masterwork Diamonds? I find that acceptable."
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Desafon makes another appearance. (For once, I will describe his arrival).

The sound of twin swords ring in one spot, clanked together as though in combat, the sparks that emanate from the sound itself show the first glimpse of Desafon. Continuing sparks begin to open a space large enough for the man to break through and finally the sound and the sparks disappear into nothingness, where they came from.

He begins to head towards the Apotheosis Circle's headquarters, intent on finding out if there is anything else of importance going on while he has been gone.

Hirsu

The shopkeep's eyes widened slightly. He hadn't been expecting Hirsu's ignorance, but wasn't about to show scorn or arrogance. He was better than that.

"Witchstone is most commonly used to instigate the naturally - and yet oh-so-rarely occurring - magical process," he began. "Withstone can heal almost any magical malady, boost one's sorcery to a large extent - at least two sideways jumps! - but, most importantly, it can gift an individual with a unique," he smiled, "And, naturally, powerful magical tradition that is entirely theirs - unless they choose to share it. This tradition must be explored, perfected, expanded.. but it is given, the spark - the seed! - is given to the sorcerer. It is the miracle of inspiration, and it is a thing many would gladly pay death for."

Pitcarn

"Very good price," said the merchant. "Excellent price. All of that, if you desire. Five thousand Conclave Stones. What do you say?"

Desafon

(Very nice! :D)

The Apotheosis Circle's headquarters were clean, sparse, uncluttered. The receptionist looked at Desafon, and smiled. She was very attractive, with shining green eyes and dark brown hair. She looked all the image of a princess or lawyer.

"Good morning," she said, smiling. "How might I help you?"

Desafon, after gaining entry into the Circle's main entry, appears very much pleased to see the receptionist. If anything, she is perhaps much more interesting than the thoughts of business that he had. "Ah, my business. I was mainly going to take a look around or rather, see what I was able to check up on as I am a new member of the Apotheosis Circle." He says this before he bows to the lady, "I am Desafon the First, Vicious God of Piracy and Duels." He gives her a wink too, "And nigh-unbeatable with a blade... or two."

"Make it four and a half thousand, and give me the name of an honest soul dealer and you have a deal."

Hirsu bowed slightly. "I was aware of the curative properties, but wasn't aware of the others. Thank you for sharing the knowledge with me. I'm afraid I should be on my way. Thank you for your time, good sir. Next time I'm looking for something rare and interesting I'll be sure to come your way."

Hirsu hurried out of the market, aware of what was coming. He spoke quietly on the way. "Suit, is there anything you can do to help me handle the pain that'll soon be transferred to me here through paradox?"

Hirsu

Manipulating neuro-chemicals and synthesizing anesthetic. Localized (leg). Paradoxical, nonlethal pain that will pass in time..</yy>

Hirsu felt a sudden, but not unpleasant, numbness in his leg.

<tt>Estimated that at time of chemical breakdown the paradoxical pain will have abated.

Pitcarn

"Soul dealer?" The merchan't eyes widened, and Pitcarn felt that perhaps that he wasn't entirely honest. "No soul dealers here. Conclave territory. No soul.."

The merchant smiled, and his eyes turned black. Suddenly, he fell, shattering as he hit the ground. The merchant had been made of clay.

Desafon

"Ahah," said the receptionist, smiling politely. "And I am Lady Adara of the Apotheosis Circle. Unbeatable with a blade, you say? I would like to test that claim one day.. I am known as Adara the Unassailable for a reason. Perfect with a sword, they say."

"Four thousand is a deal then."

Pitcarn jumped over the desk and drew his diamond-rifle in one move. If the seller had been attacked, he wanted cover before he had to fight, especially at range. He dropped the Conclave stones onto the broken clay, and collected his gems, all the while looking for a possible attacker.

If none was forthcoming, he stood up and calmly walked away from the stall, still wary, his rifle still at the ready, and began looking for a soul dealer.
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Desafon can't help but grin, "Oh, another day no doubt as I am currently about to have a duel with some horribly-tattoo'd cultist of some Osiris-thingy God. That obese Pitcarn God seems to act like he's a Lieutenant of some sort, so extra money is always a good thing." He grins. "But... someday, we'll have to test our skills. What kind of blades do you use?" He asks, curious at this more than anything else.

Hirsu slowed his pace immediately, taking care to walk more carefully. He had avoided falling over in pain, now he needed to avoid falling over because he couldn't feel his leg.

"Thank you, Midet. Much appreciated."

He began to make his way towards the Chapel of Methodes.

Pitcarn

There didn't seem to be any precious gems or jewels behind the counter. There didn't seem to be very much of anything at all except for cobwebs and dust.

Pitcarn was not caught under attack. The market continued as normal. The smell of fresh clay wafted through Pitcarn's mind.

Desafon

"I either spar with the simple rapier," said Lady Adara. "Or with twin falchions of my own design and forging. Good luck in your duel, friend. I hope you are victorious in your fight." She stopped, smiled. "What do you use?"

Desafon swiftly pulls out both of his blades, his hands quickly seeking to grab the blunt end of the blades for her to see, but not to grab. Last thing he needs is his blades to disappear before the combat.

Pitcarn

(Repeat)

There didn't seem to be any precious gems or jewels behind the counter. There didn't seem to be very much of anything all except for cobwebs and dust.

Pitcarn was not caught under attack. The market continued as normal. The smell of fresh clay wafted through Pitcarn's mind.

Desafon

"Ah," said Lady Adara, obviously impressed. "Ooh! Are they Domonoi's 'Blades of Efficiency'? I have wished for a pair of dueling blades just like those for as long as I can remember.."

The Blades of Efficiency twitched ever so slightly at the remark, and Desafon noticed just how truly beautiful Adara was.

Pitcarn performs a thorough search of the stall, to try and find what may have happened to the storekeeper, and what, if any, merchandise is actuallt present. He especially looks for names and order forms, something that might link to elsewhere, another vendor, another person.

Desafon, here, gasped in pain. "My blade..." he no doubt saw that one of them was damaged and his wounds would no doubt be fast behind. "I'm sorry, but I believe I might be about to die in a moment." He says, moving away to a quiet spot by which he would be able to have his first death in peace.

Pitcarn

There were warrants of trade hidden within one of the drawers beneath the stall - licenses to barter within the markets. They were signed by an official, one H. L. Bursus. Beyond that - blank documentation and recent forms, and a solid, locked chest covered in padlocks and chains, wrought of dark wood.

Desafon

Lady Adara nodded slowly. "Good luck, friend," she said, and let him be at it.

Looking aroung him again for watchers and attackers, and noting any that seem to have an undue interest, Pitcarn pulls out one of his vibroblades and begins breaking the chains and the locks with the weapon.

There were no watchers - no obvious ones, anyway.

The chains fall off easily, and only a simple catch mechanism stops Pitcarn from taking whatever is inside.

Does he dare open it?

Thinking about why he is here, the chest, the store, the golem and complete lack of gems, Pitcarn decides he needs whatever information he can find.

He opens the chest.

Crailek reappears here, and looks around calmly at his surroundings. He also checks himself to see whether the sword was with him here as well.

Crailek

The sword (what sword?) is with him, of course. The market is as it always even, even in the worst of times : bustling, filled with thousands of individual souls, each with their own interpretations of capitalism, their own goals, dreams and fears. Nicodemus's Market, the greatest of its kind in the entire universe.

Pitcarn

Inside is a single, perfect watermelon. Its flesh is of the green hue you only find in the kindest and most peaceful of beaches, untouched by any soul save those who are one with nature. As the box is opened, Pitcarn's nostrils are filled with the smell of ripened fruit, enchanting, empowering, all-consuming. It was a perfect sphere: uncommon for watermelons, yes, but not for this watermelon. Not for the King of Melons.

Dare he steal it... ?

Dare he take a bite ... ?