Deal concluded

[isabel]

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."

[Zhai]

A Shienaran Lancer ponders the sign having recently returned with some treasures plundered from trollocs in the Ruined Keep.

"I present you with the MOST golden, shiniest and rare gold crown I have ever seen. It's shine and brilliance is truly divine."

His offer a merger one gold crown. "But it is truly the most golden and shiny you will ever find."

[Fermin]

8,000 gold

[Enok]

Frickin' farmin' Fermin

8500

[Trik]

20k if you throw in a shrubbery.

[isabel]

A banker rubs his hands in glee as a man in a cloak of shifting colours makes a great bid. Suddenly, the innkeeper at the Peaceful Knight's Rest comes rushing out,

"No, no! Don't accept that deal," cries the innkeeper.

The banker, who is about to sign a contract looks up sharply, "Why not?"

The innkeper whispers to a banker.

You can hear the words "inactive" "rent credit" "subprime mortgage crisis" and "inflationary".

A banker looks distraught, "I am afraid we cannot accept your bid Lord Trik. The innkeeper tells me you are barely even here."

A wisdom comes hurrying out, "Yes! And also, the sword of her father must be put into battle. It seeks blood. Trolloc blood!"

A ghostly voice whispers, "Blood"

Everyone looks startled (except Trik, who looks just as serene and still barely there).

A *trolloc* yells "JSKHDdfjshfs 8500 sdfkshf"

The guards all jump to attention, "To arms! A trolloc is trying to enter the city!"

[Fermin]

You say 'worth'

A treasurer says 'A heron long: 25000, a heron medium: 14000, a heron greatsword: 7500.'
A treasurer says 'A triple bladed dagger: 20000, a pair of moonstone hilted dirks: 7500.'
A treasurer says 'A war maul: 12000, a steel warhammer: 7500.'
A treasurer says 'A darkened steel trident: 7500, a sinister trident: 7500.'
A treasurer says 'A shocklance: 15000, a diamond tipped lance: 5000.'
A treasurer says 'A gown of exquisite design or a surcoat: 6000.'
A treasurer says 'An ornate shirt chased with gold: 6000, a black shirt trimmed in lace: 6000.'
A treasurer says 'A jeweled wristcuff: 3000, a belt with a dragon worked in silver: 6000.'

Just pointing out that my bid is only 500 gold above base value!

[Trik]

Thats actually pretty funny, considering the motives. No good deed and all that

[isabel]

I was trying to be noble!
Now I feel stupid