by isabel » Tue Oct 09, 2018 9:56 pm
tl;dr - selling abs heron, bid open for few days
Top legit bid (so far): 8000 gc
Fal Dara
The wisdom bandaged another one of Isabel's wounds.
"Cows and donkeys! That hurt!" Isabel groused, then sneezed as a thick odour filled the room..
"Well who told you to go out there again?' said the wisdom, calmly. "And how were you fighting with your sword hand chopped off anyway?"
Isabel grumbled, "I didn't have a sword, that's how!"
The wisdom rolled her eyes, "You're such an asset to the Light, aren't you? Did your father go out like this and foolishly give the trollocs something to crow about?"
Isabel thought for a moment, "Well, actually..."
The wisdom interrupted, "Anyway, your father left this with me and told me to give it to you when you were worthy. Now that you have been promoted, here it is!"
The wisdom gives Isabel a heron greatsword.
Isabel says, "Ooh..shiny!"
A little later, in another corner of the city, Isabel tries to buy a war saddle from the armorer, who pukes on her face!
"You think I'm made of money, do you?" said the armorer.
"Well what do you think I am made of? Also, you should be warranted for doing that to someone as important as me," said Isabel, wiping her face clean.
"Do you see how hard I work? I get paid for this. Freeloaders irritate me, so excuse me for throwing up!" said the armorer.
"Listen you topknot, I work hard too," said Isabel, outraged.
"Yeah, right," scoffed the armorer. "The people who work hard are honest labourers like the farmers outside. You make me sick!"
An armorer pukes on Isabel's face!
Isabel wipes her again and yells, "If you do it ONE MORE TIME..."
An armorer pukes on Isabel's face!
Isabel screams loudly!
Isabel goes to the bank and bows elegantly, "Greetings, I would like to withdraw 20 gold crowns."
A banker looks at Isabel politely, "I'm sorry, Lieutenant. You don't seem to have an active account with us."
Isabel screams loudly!
Isabel calms down, "Fine! I have a proposition for your establishment."
An hour later, a sign can be seen outside the bank, "Selling a family heirloom, a heavy sword worthy of a well-armoured Blademaster. The highest bid over the next few days will be accepted."
tl;dr - selling abs heron, bid open for few days
Top legit bid (so far): 8000 gc
[b]Fal Dara[/b]
The wisdom bandaged another one of Isabel's wounds.
"Cows and donkeys! That hurt!" Isabel groused, then sneezed as a thick odour filled the room..
"Well who told you to go out there again?' said the wisdom, calmly. "And how were you fighting with your sword hand chopped off anyway?"
Isabel grumbled, "I didn't have a sword, that's how!"
The wisdom rolled her eyes, "You're such an asset to the Light, aren't you? Did your father go out like this and foolishly give the trollocs something to crow about?"
Isabel thought for a moment, "Well, actually..."
The wisdom interrupted, "Anyway, your father left this with me and told me to give it to you when you were worthy. Now that you have been promoted, here it is!"
The wisdom gives Isabel a heron greatsword.
Isabel says, "Ooh..shiny!"
A little later, in another corner of the city, Isabel tries to buy a war saddle from the armorer, who pukes on her face!
"You think I'm made of money, do you?" said the armorer.
"Well what do you think I am made of? Also, you should be warranted for doing that to someone as important as me," said Isabel, wiping her face clean.
"Do you see how hard I work? I get paid for this. Freeloaders irritate me, so excuse me for throwing up!" said the armorer.
"Listen you topknot, I work hard too," said Isabel, outraged.
"Yeah, right," scoffed the armorer. "The people who work hard are honest labourers like the farmers outside. You make me sick!"
An armorer pukes on Isabel's face!
Isabel wipes her again and yells, "If you do it ONE MORE TIME..."
An armorer pukes on Isabel's face!
Isabel screams loudly!
Isabel goes to the bank and bows elegantly, "Greetings, I would like to withdraw 20 gold crowns."
A banker looks at Isabel politely, "I'm sorry, Lieutenant. You don't seem to have an active account with us."
Isabel screams loudly!
Isabel calms down, "Fine! I have a proposition for your establishment."
An hour later, a sign can be seen outside the bank, "[b]Selling a family heirloom, a heavy sword worthy of a well-armoured Blademaster. The highest bid over the next few days will be accepted.[/b]"