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Post by Elfhame on Apr 24, 2004 14:59:28 GMT -5
He nodded.
"So it has been. Farewell then."
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Post by Rumerin on Apr 24, 2004 15:01:02 GMT -5
Yes, farewell Elfhame. I'll be seeing you.
*He walks out of the shop*
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Post by Elfhame on Apr 24, 2004 15:03:49 GMT -5
His face was cold as he left, some thoughts spinning in his mind. People know more about me than I'd like. He shook his head, then dissapeared into the backroom, but not before engraving the man's appearance in his mind.
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Post by Elfhame on May 1, 2004 7:14:38 GMT -5
He appeared in his shop, squirrel on his shoulder, humming a rather depressing tune to himself. He opened the shop, then dissapeared into his personal library.
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Post by Catriona on May 1, 2004 15:32:34 GMT -5
*A postcard, addressed to Elfhame and his squirrel, appears in the Scrollrack. It's from Sat and Cat*
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Post by Elfhame on May 1, 2004 15:36:14 GMT -5
He comes from the backroom, carrying a rather heavy tome. He stows it away on a shelf as he sees the postcard, smiling as he figures out from who it is. He takes it, flips it over, and starts to read, interested.
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Post by Jingzu Lunaria on May 9, 2004 12:14:53 GMT -5
*Some guards put a few wanted posters on the shop. The posters give a description of Nero, with a rather well done sketch to help the imagination some.*
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Post by NeroDragoon on May 9, 2004 17:03:45 GMT -5
*Nero stealthfuly infiltrates the magic shop and, after weaving his way in and out of shelves to avoid the eyes of others, he finaly reaches his destination* Here it is *He departs with his wanted poster burning on the ground*
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Post by Jingzu Lunaria on May 9, 2004 19:08:19 GMT -5
*After some guards see ashes, they grumble and replace the posters with fire-proof ones. As a second thought, they get mages to anchor the posters in place until the capture of the suspect.*
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Post by Elfhame on May 10, 2004 10:24:42 GMT -5
As Elfhame appears in the Scrollrack, he knows inmediatley that there has been a thief - or at least, an intruder. One wouldn't know, but the dust on the floor tells more than one would suspect at first glance - footprints of some other kind that the elf's boots are imprinted in the dust. He blinks for a moment, then, even before checking if anything went missing, he decides he needs to cast some spells on the shop. He dissapears into the library.
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Post by Elfhame on May 11, 2004 1:36:30 GMT -5
Having placed appropriate spells on the shop, Elfhame returns to the library and starts digging his way through the enormous mess that has assembled there over the last week - many, many books with their pages scattered all over the ground. Normally, the elf would use a few spells to clean the mess up, but he has decided that this is a good oppertunity to assemble the better ones and put them on for sale. Hours pass as he reads each spell carefully, then bind the loose pages together in what passes as a book. Somewhat after midnight though, he finds a spell that is different from the others - it's written in several languages, making the text very hard to read. Some letters are faded, even, though those with good eyes can barely make them out. Frowning at his strange find, he takes the scroll to the back of the room and sets to work, only to find that it's late, and that he cannot concentrate. He sighs, puts the spell in a safe place (a drawer in his desk without a lock) and then planeswalks away.
[ooc Which means, due to the spells taking effect, it wards people off - so no sudden appearances or teleportations into the Scrollrack. You can, of course, pick the front lock, but that would take some very strong magical ability and several hours of skillful lockpicking]
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Post by Students on May 29, 2004 15:37:17 GMT -5
A very thin girl in black is peeking in curiously through the windows of the Scrollrack.
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Post by Elfhame on May 29, 2004 15:43:58 GMT -5
He finished the apple just as he spotted the dusty, worn sign of the Scrollrack - and a customer. Good. Something to keep his mind of things. He came up behind her, and said:
"Goodmorning, miss. Can I help you?"
He took the keys from his pocket, ready to open the door but waiting for this potential customer to reply first.
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Post by Students on May 29, 2004 15:51:53 GMT -5
She looks up. Her pupils are red, her eyes bloodshot. She looks very bad, all in all. Her dyed black hair is messy, there are some leaves and twigs in it. Her black Goth dress is stained and a bit clammy from the early morning rain. There is a dirty-looking band-aid on the inside of her right arm.
Was just looking in... What do you sell here, just scrolls?
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Post by Elfhame on May 29, 2004 15:55:13 GMT -5
He notes her state but does not say anything. It's not his business after all. He opens the door while speaking:
"No, not only. Spell components, small trinkets, potions, old tomes - there is a small library in the back - just anything that has to do with spellcasting, really."
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