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Air Ship from Afar; open
Topic Started: Tue Nov 2, 2010 2:39 am (256 Views)
Scarlet
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The airship was fairly good sized and magical. It had an elemental to power it and flew high above the clouds on it's way to the city of Cascadia. The ship was mainly for trade and was not supposed to be anywhere near the floating city for another year or so, but it had been hired, and well paid, to take a pair of nobles to Cascadia from across the seas.

Scarlet was board. She had been able to do little this entire trip. It was bad enough that they were tripping over themselves whenever she left her room. But this infernal waiting was starting to bother her. A lot. When their destination was finally in sight, Scarlet was more then ready to leave the ship. As soon as it docked, she left it, leaving her brother to deal with the rest of the payment, luggage, and servants.

The air was clean and crisp here and she smiled. The place fit the descriptions she had received of it. There was an inn she had in mind for the night as well. For now, with the sun not even at it's zenith, she would explore. She straightened her long black coat and ran her fingers along the rim of her hat to keep the bright sun from her eyes. Her heals clicked on the stones of the streets as she started out. Casting her gaze about in search of something interesting. It was all so new, so much to discover!
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Damascus was bored.

Usually when she was bored she'd rip things out of the ground and see how long it'd take for people to realize that she actually presented a credible threat to the peace and prosperity of wherever she happened to be. It became oodles and doodles of fun when she happened to be somewhere populated by a good number of elves. Good or evil.

But hey, one year older and all that.

Also, someone had sealed most of her magic. Without it she wasn't, in fact, capable of lifting more than three tons.

Actually, she wasn't capable of lifting much more than three pounds. Well, exaggeration that. But. The fact remained that she was bored, she was weak and as far as Damascus was concerned these little interviews with would-be grooms were both boring, slightly horrifying and a very good reason to evade her caretakers. She was still pretty sure her sealed magic had something to do with her parents but her family wasn't exactly the type you accused of serious things like that without writing a will. So.

Damascus pondered her options before shrugging her shoulders. It wasn't like she had lost -all- her magical abilities.

And one blinded caretaker later she had ripped off her stupid shoes with the little pegs in them that were supposed to make her look taller and had run off.
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Some man was staring at her as she walked by. She rolled her eyes at him. He was wed and should know better. She ignored him. If he became a problem later there would be one less person on this city. Perhaps her brother could use the man's blood. Falling tended to have an impact on people after all. A laugh escaped her lips then. With a smile still on her lips, she drew herself to a standstill as a shop caught her eye.

It was small and labeled in fading silver paint MAGIC SHOPE. It was something she had not been allowed to even approach because her Mother feared she would be good at magic and overcome her mother in the one thing the woman had over her.

She walked towards in, primed to betray her mother's restrictions now that she had the chance. The door opened as she approached and a thin figure in a dark cloak slipped out trying to be unnoticed. Whoever it was paused when they saw her and then quickly slipped around the corner and into an ally way. If she had any reason to, she would have shot the stranger in the back. However, she was currently more interested in the shop. Pulling open the door gave her a view of the darker interior.

An assortment of things was stacked on shelves all about and the long table in the center was piled with things she could not name. As she went inside, a knobby-knuckled old dwarf looked up from a desk near the door and some book he was writing in. "Look, don't touch. Eyh?" He barked, his accent as thick as his beard. She stepped inside, not bothering to respond, and let the door swing shut as it wished. She had the feeling that as long as she didn't break anything, his bark would remain worse then his bite.
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So, Dame Damascus, she could almost hear Beaver say, what have we learned today?

That stocking-clad feet and cobblestones were not a good mix? She answered with a little sigh. Then she stuck her tongue out at him and rolled her eyes before realizing that her best friend (only friend? Kind of friend?) wasn't actually there.

Meh.

Ah well, everyone did say it was best that a young lady of good prospects have an active imagination. Or at least that's how she was introduced to most of her would-be suitors: a fine girl with ample imagination and a certain talent for the arts arcane.

The sheer material that her stockings were made of had already been run to the ground and she herself was not in entirely much better shape. It was rather amazing how much energy it took to run when your endurance wasn't powered by anything other than your own pitiful heart and some the muscles beneath you. She was already feeling rather faint.

"Miss Endymion!"

Ah crap, they'd caught sight of her somehow. She should have known a little razzle-dazzle light spell wouldn't have taken the hired help out of the picture. Endymion servants were a rather tough bunch. Looking both ways, she hiked up her ridiculous skirts and ran - pitter-patter of dainty feet and choked breathing to the nearest alley. Luck was with her - there was shop here, misspelled but that wasn't important - it looked nondescript and suitably shabby. Hopefully they wouldn't look for her in here.

Ducking in (given her stature, it didn't involve too much of it) she entered the shop and was pleasantly surprised to discover that it smelled pleasantly arcane. Old books, preservatives, dust, rose petals and bat guano. She'd yet to find a spell that required bat guano, but she'd yet to find a place of magic that didn't at least smell like a hint of it. Damascus had rather not know why.

"Another one!" The shopkeeper - a dwarf, which struck Damascus as a little odd - exclaimed. She swiveled her head, found another young (or young-looking, it wasn't like Damascus didn't know how many illusionists were employed by every noble family from here to the Wasteland) woman staring carefully at the wares.

"Look, don't touch!" The dwarf said as Damascus wandered towards the other human, skirts trailing after her like some sort of dead peacock.
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((OOC: lol, "Shope" is an Old English spelling for shop. ^_^ Didn't D&D at one time had bat guano as the main component in fireball?))


Scarlet looked at the objects along the wall. There were all sorts of boxes and bags all labeled in fine spindly script things like Dragons Blood, Wolves Bane, Stars Teeth, and Powdered Fire. Some jars showed what was in them. A dead frog, a shining powder labeled Pixie Dust, and some sort of bones that looked like tiny white tools. She saw a few scrolls shoved here and there, all sealed with an assortment of wax seals. She then saw a large collection, behind some sort of magical shield, of many glass bottles with odd little lables along the shelf. Some places were empty, some here not. They said things like heal, sleep, luck, undeath, unlife, dragon’s fire, and poison. That’s when she decided what she really needed was a spell book. A simple one would be fine. Something with the basics of magic in it. Perhaps some type of spells to aid her in her aim or range with her bow? Then she could match or best those elven archers Father had so gone on about. The dwarf probably knew if any were here. Did she have time it interrogate?

Her blood-red eyes looked over to the gruff little man sitting at the too high table for him. He didn't own the shop. If he did, the desk and table would be his own size. She frowned and turned to cast her gaze around in the hopes that his employer was somewhere in here. Just then, the heavy voice made an explanation and repeated himself to the newcomer. Scarlet's eyes fell on the figure of a young girl, a teenager in a fancy dress and... no shoes? She uncertain as to why she was here, but not uncomfortable really.

Stealing a glance at the dwarf, she focused on the girl. In a hushed tone, like one would use in a library she said, "Rather grumpy, don't you think?" She leaned over slightly to make sure the girl heard and not the dwarf. After seeing the girls response, verbal or not, she would add. "Know a bit about magic?"
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Despite the dust and mildew and odd smells, it was a surprisingly well-stocked store. Her gaze wandered over the potion ingredients and wands and odd and ends before ending up at the curious faces staring at her from behind the shelves – the wall was covered with masks. Ones with a fair bit of magical potency, if Damascus was any judge. She wasn’t sure why she hadn’t heard of a place in Cascadia that had such interesting wares but suspected it had something to do with the fact that she was currently being forced to buy at reputable – and thus boring - shops.

One of the masks looked wet. And white the lighting was not excellent, Damascus judged it to be red. Probably not the one to bring home.

“Rather grumpy, don’t you think?”

There was a mischievous, slightly amused lilt to the speaker’s voice. It was a well-bred one too, likely as not noble. Damascus would have taken a closer look at her shopping… companion, but she was really rather enamoured by the artefacts on the wall she decided to keep her attention fixed… was that an orc’s head?

Alright, maybe she just was easily distracted.

“All dwarves are,” she muttered back, authoritatively.

There was a ring on the wall. It was awfully pretty, but for some reason Damascus was absolutely certain she had seen it before somewhere and it had given her the heebie-jeebies back when it’d been explained to her. What could it be…?

“Know a bit about magic?”

“A bit,” Damascus chirped, not entirely paying attention. She made an idle motion with one hand and muttered “Lux” which caused her hand to shine with an inner light.

While she knew a modest amount about alchemy (mostly it involved her blowing things up with ingredients that most teachers would have sworn were absolutely inert) she had more than a passing familiarity with magical trinkets.

She pointed at one of the masks, the one that shone with a sickly red hue. “That one’s a blood mask. Stone from a tomb, virgin’s blood, eye of a newt - all that rot. Supposed to be a shapechanging thing.”

She glanced at the rest of them. “Most of them are, actually.” Her eyes narrowed. She knew where she’d seen that ring! And the mask next to it had a devil’s face so… She didn’t quite shudder away from the chain demon or the archangel ring but both of them – ugh. Just ugh. She could feel them both – malevolent and benevolent. They would warp your mind. Abominations, really.
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