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Post by Velius on Aug 20, 2004 15:33:05 GMT -5
The Spellsong was set up by an Elven woman long ago, a powerful Sorcereress named Ar'an'da who had amassed a large amount of magical objects over her travels. Now, her magic had faded significantly, and her powers were nothing like they used to be. She doesn't like talking about the reasons behind this, so most don't ask her anymore.
She still has a vast collection of objects, though, from components to dangerous objects. Many things can be found in this large, three story house/shop.
The building itself is fairly plain, with a sign proclaiming it a shop. The sign has a musical note written atop an arcane symbol.
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Post by Velius on Aug 20, 2004 16:04:15 GMT -5
*Jean walks in and waves to Ar'an'da. The young looking Elven woman waves back.
Ar'an'da never cared for robes, and it shows. She just wears a dress here, and usually much lighter clothes elsewhere. Robes where too much for the deserts of Athas.
Her long red hair spills over her back, and her blue and green eyes look out at the world. She stands at 5'10'', all told, and she is a thin person.*
"Hello again, Jean. What do you need?"
"Hello Ar'an'da! Well, I need some gems and parchement, as well as a stone tablet. Uh... and we need some more Animus flowers."
"More? Sure."
*Ar'an'da gets Jean what she needs and puts it together in a bundle. The Animus flower is wrapped in a light cloth and handed to Jean. Jean pays Ar'an'da and takes everything, waving on her way out.*
"Thanks! See you later!"
*Ar'an'da smiles and quietly waves back.*
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Post by Ushandi on Feb 6, 2005 16:10:52 GMT -5
The woman wanders around the streets here, smiling vaguely, until she chances upon the shop. The street is fairly quiet, with every once and a while a customer in heavy robes or a messenger boy hurrying past. They do not heed the woman standing at the shop window. And she does not heed them. She looks into the shop, watches the Elf lady inside go about sweeping, but she does not seem to understand why- her face is blank as she watches the Elf. The Human woman steps closer to the shop window, puts her hands against it, pushes her nose against the glass. Her breath leaves a greyish mist on the shiny surface. She gazes in like a child at a candystore, her eyes as wide and desperate. Maybe she doesn't know why, maybe she doesn't understand, but there is a longing in her face as she stares at the scrolls and items within, the despair and grief of a mouse who has lost her nest to an alley cat- inarticulate and simple, but miserable nontheless.
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Post by Jingzu Lunaria on Feb 7, 2005 1:25:03 GMT -5
Ar'an'da stops sweeping and looks up. When she sees Ushandi, she sets the broom aside and walks over to the door. She opens it and smiles.
Come on in.
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Post by Ushandi on Feb 7, 2005 7:22:23 GMT -5
Ushandi watches the woman as she walks to the door, and blinks at her, looks at her with those wide childish eyes, opens her mouth and closes it again, but doesn't move an inch.
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Post by Jingzu Lunaria on Feb 7, 2005 11:12:36 GMT -5
Ar'an'da watches the woman for a bit, waiting for her to come inside. When she doesn't, she raises and eyebrow and gestures.
Come on, no need to be shy you silly girl.
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Post by Ushandi on Feb 7, 2005 12:34:44 GMT -5
She stands there helplessly, her face completely blank. She doesn't seem to understand either word or gesture.
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Post by Manay Zur'an on Feb 4, 2006 7:00:18 GMT -5
A tall woman with pinned up white hair stands by the shop and peers into the shopping window. Her skin is ebony black and her eyes stand at proud, even arrogant angles in her head. Her lip is curled up a little in a perpetual smirk. She is wearing a long, white silk dress and golden rings in her pointy black ears.
After a moment's consideration, apparently mostly to overcome her reluctance, she pushes the door open and steps into the shop. She looks around with barely veiled disgust.
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Post by Velius on Feb 4, 2006 15:08:51 GMT -5
"Hum..." Ar'an'da looks up and past Ushandi when the other woman walks in. "Hello miss! Welcome to the Spellsong."
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Post by Manay Zur'an on Feb 4, 2006 15:13:22 GMT -5
Manay makes a bored gesture to signify she accepts Ar'an'da's words of welcome, if only barely.
"You have currsed items?"
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Post by Velius on Feb 7, 2006 13:18:28 GMT -5
"We sure do. What are you looking for? Anything in particular?" Ar'an'da asked. From her tone of voice and the expression on her face, it was very clear that she didn't care to know what it was going to be used for, and wasn't going to ask.
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Post by Manay Zur'an on Feb 7, 2006 16:31:08 GMT -5
"Beetle. What do you call it? Death scarrab."
Manay glances over at the unresponsive woman beside Ar'an'da and gives her a look of the utmost contempt.
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Post by Velius on Feb 7, 2006 17:17:19 GMT -5
"Yes, we have those. What curse did you want on it? There are a lot. Generic curse, or something special?"
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Post by Manay Zur'an on Feb 7, 2006 17:21:55 GMT -5
The Drow thinks it over a little first.
"... generric death spell, but susceptible to otherr enchantments."
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Post by Ushandi on Feb 7, 2006 17:23:53 GMT -5
Ushandi eventually walks into the shop and sits down on the ground, right in the middle of a walkway between shelves. She stares at Ar'an'da and Manay with wide open eyes.
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= Ban/lock smilie