Crispy stares at the miniature dolls. Now this place was really starting to freak her out. She pointed to the dolls, looking at the others, and opened her mouth to say something, then decided against it, putting her hand down and observing the dolls once more.
"I'm just gonna. Wait. Till you're done." She says to no one in particular.
”Just 100 gold will be fine for now. That’s this worlds currency right? Oh and a favor, you’ll come across a small statue of a corrupted angel soon. Come back here with it, and I’ll consider that the second part of your payment. And for all your friends, what you see here will probably not be quite the same the next time you come, so take opprutunitys by the horn!” She shouts across the store front.
She pushes the two potions towards you, and gestures reverently towards the mint condition shirt.
Crispy, once you hear Boba’s proclamation, the eight ball that was right next to the doll rolls suddenly on its axis, and you see something that looks like a small black window in the backside of the ball. An upside down blue triangle with words appears in the black mirror reading- “Crispy friend, pocket friend Gregball can offer the good advice, yes!”
"Pocket friend..Gregball...?" This was hands down such a strange shop. Nothing like this back home. Crispy picks up the 8-ball, looks at it, and gently shakes it, asking, "Will I ever return home? How do I get my father to stop haunting me. I could..I mean..there's so much I could ask..am I doing this right?"
Arc, while holding the large ear peice to your... well ear and mouth, you hear a extremely emotionless female voice respond back- “Demons are not behind the attack plans, it is humans. Current charge-2 gold peices.” The line then mostly silent aside from a barely audible buzz that signals the device is still on.
The Ball once more shows a blue triangle, and the words replace themselves as soon as you read them- “Of course Crispy friend can be returning home, Gregball see’s all and believes in you! You just need to be believing in yourself friend! Oh and sticking with group, Gregball be predicting a dues ex machine in your future. Second question-lot’s and lot’s of therapy! Or brainwashing. Or settling feuds in Ninehell’s, lot’s of avenues!”
Monolith, you figure that an enchantment is an enchantment, and head to the Grand Bazzar, instead of some cooky magic shop that will probably over sell you for more or less the same job. The market place is crowded, but you easily cut through the thong with your imposing figure. After a quick scan through, you see a somewhat nice looking human male have a sizable stall lined up with swords and armor that slightly glow with the tell tale sign of magic influence. The human male, a man that somewhat looks like an slightly older, and significantly less handsome and muscular Temmet smiles up at you and says “Welcome to Valzeit’s humble stall. You look like a capable warrior in search for a boost, Valzeit can offer you reasonable price depending on what you want.”
"How much is this thing?" She inquired. "I'm not sure it's working. Nothing's happening." Crispy wiggles the Gregball around, expecting something to happen.
“Woah, woah, stop with the shaking friend! And what does you be meaning, nothing be happening! Gregball be knowing you looking at text, otherwise it not be scrolling.” The magical eightbsll reads out. Crispy, you somehow feel that the ball is confused and slightly miffed like they were tangible human emotions, despite the ball only offering silent text blurbs in blue triangles.
Madam Boba looks away from the disaster that is happening with Ary, and shrugs at you. “Honestly, you can have it for free. It kept bothering me, saying that it was waiting for the day ‘Crispy-Friend’ would come.” She explains, for some reasoning dropping her voice to sound like a deep manly voice with some kind of foreign accent when saying ‘Crispy-Friend’.
Ary, when you take the sips, you first temporarily phase out of existence when you sip the misty spouting vial. You repop back into existence seconds later, not remembering your experience whatsoever, except that it was slightly cold. Yoyr hair, and only your hair, is soaping wet like you just came out of a lake. You feel somewhat healthier. You drink the clear bottle next, and you suddenly see the cosmo’s. You faint into Boba’s waiting arms, completely out of touch with reality, as you learn the secrets of the universe. Your eyes clear back up seconds later, and the only thing you remember from the trip, other then a kolidescope of colors and other strange sensations, is a complete photographic memory of every lyric and musical note of every song and instrument from a band from another universe called Metallica. Oh and you also feel somewhat healthier again.
Arc, the strange lady looks at you very critically before speaking up- “200 gold exactly, and a promise that you will revolutionize the goblin clans of Zofia into a organized democratic society. Oh and some advertisements of the store after you become the first goblin president. Something like “I shop at Madam Boba’s for all my magical Knick knack needs.” She finishes completely seriously.
"Well, yeah..that's..true." Crispy says to Gregball factually, unsure how the object in her hand is "speaking" to her. "Sorry about the..shaking..Gregball." She says, and looks to the others if they could understand or hear what what happening to her.
"Sweet, thanks." Crispy says at the price, which was very good and couldn't pass up. She begins to put it in her pack. When Boba mentions "Crispy-friend" her face wrinkles with confusion on so many levels. "Is there someone..something..inside this..ball? How does it...know me? Hells, how do YOU know me?"
The ball is simply sending you scrolling text bubbles. Kind of like a PowerPoint presentation, or something.
Madam Boba looks at you contemplatively before answering- “Madam Boba knows all. Being a creepy old witch lady is more fun then being a god. Lot’s of hassle, ignoring the prayers of my faithful, pretending to be interested in godly council meetings, you know the spiel. And the ball is unique, as are all my wares! Let’s just say you have a really... passionate guardian angel in that ball. You probably don’t want to shatter it by the way.” She adds as an somewhat ominous afterthought.
"Thanks Boba! I'll keep this till the day I die, and I hope that day never comes" (that day never comes being singed) she starts laughing at the pun she just sang and looks at Crispy, she gets next to her and looks at the strange ball "Anyway, Crispy. Found a new friend for the looks of it eh?"
"Yeah.." She said half to herself, looking at Ary as she spoke. "So strange. But yeah. It looks like I have. I have the urge to ask it more questions, but I have the feeling we're going to be good friends. I have no idea why."
“You’ll know the time if you buy this fabulous alarm clock.” A very goadish golden dragon alarm clock materializes itself on the counter top. Not even the tackyist hoarder would be caught dead with this monstracity upon the vary idea of artistic taste. “It calls the nearest available dragon to your position as a good morning wake up call! Just kidding, the time is two thirty loves, plenty of time still left in the day. The alarm clock is still up for sale though.” She adds with no enthusiasm what’s so ever, not really expecting the clock to sell.
OOC: Understood, Moon. =)
Crispy stares at the miniature dolls. Now this place was really starting to freak her out. She pointed to the dolls, looking at the others, and opened her mouth to say something, then decided against it, putting her hand down and observing the dolls once more.
"I'm just gonna. Wait. Till you're done." She says to no one in particular.
”Just 100 gold will be fine for now. That’s this worlds currency right? Oh and a favor, you’ll come across a small statue of a corrupted angel soon. Come back here with it, and I’ll consider that the second part of your payment. And for all your friends, what you see here will probably not be quite the same the next time you come, so take opprutunitys by the horn!” She shouts across the store front.
She pushes the two potions towards you, and gestures reverently towards the mint condition shirt.
Crispy, once you hear Boba’s proclamation, the eight ball that was right next to the doll rolls suddenly on its axis, and you see something that looks like a small black window in the backside of the ball. An upside down blue triangle with words appears in the black mirror reading- “Crispy friend, pocket friend Gregball can offer the good advice, yes!”
"Pocket friend..Gregball...?" This was hands down such a strange shop. Nothing like this back home. Crispy picks up the 8-ball, looks at it, and gently shakes it, asking, "Will I ever return home? How do I get my father to stop haunting me. I could..I mean..there's so much I could ask..am I doing this right?"
Arc, while holding the large ear peice to your... well ear and mouth, you hear a extremely emotionless female voice respond back- “Demons are not behind the attack plans, it is humans. Current charge-2 gold peices.” The line then mostly silent aside from a barely audible buzz that signals the device is still on.
The Ball once more shows a blue triangle, and the words replace themselves as soon as you read them- “Of course Crispy friend can be returning home, Gregball see’s all and believes in you! You just need to be believing in yourself friend! Oh and sticking with group, Gregball be predicting a dues ex machine in your future. Second question-lot’s and lot’s of therapy! Or brainwashing. Or settling feuds in Ninehell’s, lot’s of avenues!”
Monolith, you figure that an enchantment is an enchantment, and head to the Grand Bazzar, instead of some cooky magic shop that will probably over sell you for more or less the same job. The market place is crowded, but you easily cut through the thong with your imposing figure. After a quick scan through, you see a somewhat nice looking human male have a sizable stall lined up with swords and armor that slightly glow with the tell tale sign of magic influence. The human male, a man that somewhat looks like an slightly older, and significantly less handsome and muscular Temmet smiles up at you and says “Welcome to Valzeit’s humble stall. You look like a capable warrior in search for a boost, Valzeit can offer you reasonable price depending on what you want.”
Ary pays 100 gold.
As soon as Ary gets what she desired the most she says, while wearing the strange Metallica shirt on top of her leather armor:
"I hope this doesn't dissappear as soon as I leave the store Boba, I'll bring you that statue of course".
Ary takes both potions and takes a small sip of each one. Constitution St just in case 18
Do I die or nah?
PbP Games in which this Venezuelan is at:
DM: Eliorien, Dark Eras. Adventures in Tal'Dorei.
PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
"How much is this thing?" She inquired. "I'm not sure it's working. Nothing's happening." Crispy wiggles the Gregball around, expecting something to happen.
"Nice shirt..!" She winks at Ary, while holding the Gregball, not truly understanding the relationship between Ary and Boba, or the shop in general.
When she head the answer from the Gregball, she startled, wanting the item even more. "Whoa." She whispered. "This thing is incredible!"
“Woah, woah, stop with the shaking friend! And what does you be meaning, nothing be happening! Gregball be knowing you looking at text, otherwise it not be scrolling.” The magical eightbsll reads out. Crispy, you somehow feel that the ball is confused and slightly miffed like they were tangible human emotions, despite the ball only offering silent text blurbs in blue triangles.
Madam Boba looks away from the disaster that is happening with Ary, and shrugs at you. “Honestly, you can have it for free. It kept bothering me, saying that it was waiting for the day ‘Crispy-Friend’ would come.” She explains, for some reasoning dropping her voice to sound like a deep manly voice with some kind of foreign accent when saying ‘Crispy-Friend’.
Ary, when you take the sips, you first temporarily phase out of existence when you sip the misty spouting vial. You repop back into existence seconds later, not remembering your experience whatsoever, except that it was slightly cold. Yoyr hair, and only your hair, is soaping wet like you just came out of a lake. You feel somewhat healthier. You drink the clear bottle next, and you suddenly see the cosmo’s. You faint into Boba’s waiting arms, completely out of touch with reality, as you learn the secrets of the universe. Your eyes clear back up seconds later, and the only thing you remember from the trip, other then a kolidescope of colors and other strange sensations, is a complete photographic memory of every lyric and musical note of every song and instrument from a band from another universe called Metallica. Oh and you also feel somewhat healthier again.
"Thanks Crispy, but I think I will melt if I keep this on in such a hot weather" she says while taking it off. "I'll use it if we go up north".
PbP Games in which this Venezuelan is at:
DM: Eliorien, Dark Eras. Adventures in Tal'Dorei.
PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
Arc, the strange lady looks at you very critically before speaking up- “200 gold exactly, and a promise that you will revolutionize the goblin clans of Zofia into a organized democratic society. Oh and some advertisements of the store after you become the first goblin president. Something like “I shop at Madam Boba’s for all my magical Knick knack needs.” She finishes completely seriously.
"Well, yeah..that's..true." Crispy says to Gregball factually, unsure how the object in her hand is "speaking" to her. "Sorry about the..shaking..Gregball." She says, and looks to the others if they could understand or hear what what happening to her.
"Sweet, thanks." Crispy says at the price, which was very good and couldn't pass up. She begins to put it in her pack. When Boba mentions "Crispy-friend" her face wrinkles with confusion on so many levels. "Is there someone..something..inside this..ball? How does it...know me? Hells, how do YOU know me?"
"Woahh... The Day That Never Comes... Such a clever name for a song... Oh woah, OH MY GOD I HAVE TO PLAY THAT NEXT TIME".
PbP Games in which this Venezuelan is at:
DM: Eliorien, Dark Eras. Adventures in Tal'Dorei.
PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
The ball is simply sending you scrolling text bubbles. Kind of like a PowerPoint presentation, or something.
Madam Boba looks at you contemplatively before answering- “Madam Boba knows all. Being a creepy old witch lady is more fun then being a god. Lot’s of hassle, ignoring the prayers of my faithful, pretending to be interested in godly council meetings, you know the spiel. And the ball is unique, as are all my wares! Let’s just say you have a really... passionate guardian angel in that ball. You probably don’t want to shatter it by the way.” She adds as an somewhat ominous afterthought.
"Oh. It's just messages." Crispy observes, mostly talking to herself. "Nevermind! I think..I think I understand this thing."
A guardian angel, she mused. Won't say no to THAT. Hells knows I could use one. Strange how it seems to know about me. And so does Boba.
"Thanks Boba! I'll keep this till the day I die, and I hope that day never comes" (that day never comes being singed) she starts laughing at the pun she just sang and looks at Crispy, she gets next to her and looks at the strange ball "Anyway, Crispy. Found a new friend for the looks of it eh?"
PbP Games in which this Venezuelan is at:
DM: Eliorien, Dark Eras. Adventures in Tal'Dorei.
PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
"Yeah.." She said half to herself, looking at Ary as she spoke. "So strange. But yeah. It looks like I have. I have the urge to ask it more questions, but I have the feeling we're going to be good friends. I have no idea why."
"Well, we do have to go back to the tavern. We still have to hunt down that syndicate. What time is it in this universe Buba?".
PbP Games in which this Venezuelan is at:
DM: Eliorien, Dark Eras. Adventures in Tal'Dorei.
PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
“You’ll know the time if you buy this fabulous alarm clock.” A very goadish golden dragon alarm clock materializes itself on the counter top. Not even the tackyist hoarder would be caught dead with this monstracity upon the vary idea of artistic taste. “It calls the nearest available dragon to your position as a good morning wake up call! Just kidding, the time is two thirty loves, plenty of time still left in the day. The alarm clock is still up for sale though.” She adds with no enthusiasm what’s so ever, not really expecting the clock to sell.
Crispy nodded. She was getting used to the smart Goblin and the pretty musician. "Sure, why not. You guys seem cool."
Monolith will look the man up and down.
I am looking to empower my sword.
He draws the short sword.
And please don't be making it too expensive. otherwise I may have to take it for free.
(sorry for disappearing, i have been busy)