The Crimson Market (Fey thread | 1.1)

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A young man wanders around the market. He obviously is in awe, gaping at every mildly interesting trinket that he sees, furiously writing something in his notebook, before moving on to the next stall. He’s wearing a long cloak with the hood up, and his black hair falls in front of his face, but you can see a just barely see a hint of his emerald eyes

 As he's perusing a stall laden with fish that seem to be made of glass, the shopkeeper, a gruff-looking woman in waders, clears her throat and begins to speak. "what're ye writing?" She speaks with a heavy Scottish brogue, slightly muffled by the thick wool scarf covering her mouth. 

 He suddenly looks up from his notebook “Uhhh. Notes ma’am. I’m taking. Notes of all the wares that I find intriguing. Are these fish really made of glass? Does it hurt to eat them? What fish do they taste like? Where do you find fish like this? Are these fish Fey? Are they magic? Are these fish sourced humanly? Or would it be fey-ly? Is fay-ly a word?” With every question he asks, he starts talking faster, eventually getting to the point that it doesn’t sound like his even speaking English anymore 

 "UGH, slow down, lad" she rubs her temples. "They're crystal fish. Ah' caught them. From the sea."

 “Oh sorry.” He writes something down in his notebook “But like which sea? One in the human world, or in the otherworld? Or maybe it’s from an in between space like this. Yes yes…that could be it…” he writes another thing down, muttering about fish and magic

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Atop the roof of the Rose & Goblet is a dapper fey with ghostly pale skin and warm, honey-brown eyes. Dressed in dark clothing fit for a Victorian noble or extremely dedicated costume designer, with a short black cape decorated with red beads that glow dimly with crimson light. He wears a tiny hat adorned with silver chains and a rose. at his waist is a modern pistol, and on his wrist is what appears to be an Apple Watch, both contrasting with the rest of his very old fashioned outfit. He smiles, revealing sharp teeth as he holds one of those beads up to the light, admiring the way it glimmers. Anyone near him can hear a faint whispering and smell an intense, floral scent.

 The small fae boy begins to climb up the side of the roof, finding cracks that aren’t there and jumping impossible heights.

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Atop the roof of the Rose & Goblet is a dapper fey with ghostly pale skin and warm, honey-brown eyes. Dressed in dark clothing fit for a Victorian noble or extremely dedicated costume designer, with a short black cape decorated with red beads that glow dimly with crimson light. He wears a tiny hat adorned with silver chains and a rose. at his waist is a modern pistol, and on his wrist is what appears to be an Apple Watch, both contrasting with the rest of his very old fashioned outfit. He smiles, revealing sharp teeth as he holds one of those beads up to the light, admiring the way it glimmers. Anyone near him can hear a faint whispering and smell an intense, floral scent.

 The small fae boy begins to climb up the side of the roof, finding cracks that aren’t there and jumping impossible heights.

 He notices, his ears picking up the sound. He looks down, sitting on the edge of the roof. Jumping off, he lands on the side of the building, clinging to the wall as he crouches down, looking into the boy’s eyes with his own, which seem… cold and dead, actually. As if a corpse’s.

”Hello.” He says quietly. The word echoes around the boy, as if a dozen other voices were repeating it.

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Atop the roof of the Rose & Goblet is a dapper fey with ghostly pale skin and warm, honey-brown eyes. Dressed in dark clothing fit for a Victorian noble or extremely dedicated costume designer, with a short black cape decorated with red beads that glow dimly with crimson light. He wears a tiny hat adorned with silver chains and a rose. He smiles, revealing sharp teeth as he holds one of those beads up to the light, admiring the way it glimmers. Anyone near him can hear a faint whispering and smell an intense, floral scent.

 Someone seems to be trying to climb up to the roof, trying and failing.

 He pockets the glowing red bead and leans down, looking to see who’s climbing up to the roof. He stops smiling, and his eyes glaze over slightly.

 It looks to be a fairly petite human woman in a red gown. Finally, she manages to get a good hold of the wall and vaults effortlessly up. She dusts off her dress and shakes out her platinum-blonde curls, clearly pleased with herself for making the jump

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A young man wanders around the market. He obviously is in awe, gaping at every mildly interesting trinket that he sees, furiously writing something in his notebook, before moving on to the next stall. He’s wearing a long cloak with the hood up, and his black hair falls in front of his face, but you can see a just barely see a hint of his emerald eyes

 As he's perusing a stall laden with fish that seem to be made of glass, the shopkeeper, a gruff-looking woman in waders, clears her throat and begins to speak. "what're ye writing?" She speaks with a heavy Scottish brogue, slightly muffled by the thick wool scarf covering her mouth. 

 He suddenly looks up from his notebook “Uhhh. Notes ma’am. I’m taking. Notes of all the wares that I find intriguing. Are these fish really made of glass? Does it hurt to eat them? What fish do they taste like? Where do you find fish like this? Are these fish Fey? Are they magic? Are these fish sourced humanly? Or would it be fey-ly? Is fay-ly a word?” With every question he asks, he starts talking faster, eventually getting to the point that it doesn’t sound like his even speaking English anymore 

 "UGH, slow down, lad" she rubs her temples. "They're crystal fish. Ah' caught them. From the sea."

 “Oh sorry.” He writes something down in his notebook “But like which sea? One in the human world, or in the otherworld? Or maybe it’s from an in between space like this. Yes yes…that could be it…” he writes another thing down, muttering about fish and magic

 "The otherworld, obviously. Ever seen one of these floatin' around in the atlantic?" She rolls her eyes

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*man, am I lucky I found this*

*can I be a friend?*

 

 *wdym?*

 *stuipd autocorrect*

*I mean feind*

 *I don't think that would work*

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Atop the roof of the Rose & Goblet is a dapper fey with ghostly pale skin and warm, honey-brown eyes. Dressed in dark clothing fit for a Victorian noble or extremely dedicated costume designer, with a short black cape decorated with red beads that glow dimly with crimson light. He wears a tiny hat adorned with silver chains and a rose. He smiles, revealing sharp teeth as he holds one of those beads up to the light, admiring the way it glimmers. Anyone near him can hear a faint whispering and smell an intense, floral scent.

 Someone seems to be trying to climb up to the roof, trying and failing.

 He pockets the glowing red bead and leans down, looking to see who’s climbing up to the roof. He stops smiling, and his eyes glaze over slightly.

 It looks to be a fairly petite human woman in a red gown. Finally, she manages to get a good hold of the wall and vaults effortlessly up. She dusts off her dress and shakes out her platinum-blonde curls, clearly pleased with herself for making the jump

 He takes a step back, sitting at the edge, looking at her. He waves timidly.

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A young man wanders around the market. He obviously is in awe, gaping at every mildly interesting trinket that he sees, furiously writing something in his notebook, before moving on to the next stall. He’s wearing a long cloak with the hood up, and his black hair falls in front of his face, but you can see a just barely see a hint of his emerald eyes

 As he's perusing a stall laden with fish that seem to be made of glass, the shopkeeper, a gruff-looking woman in waders, clears her throat and begins to speak. "what're ye writing?" She speaks with a heavy Scottish brogue, slightly muffled by the thick wool scarf covering her mouth. 

 He suddenly looks up from his notebook “Uhhh. Notes ma’am. I’m taking. Notes of all the wares that I find intriguing. Are these fish really made of glass? Does it hurt to eat them? What fish do they taste like? Where do you find fish like this? Are these fish Fey? Are they magic? Are these fish sourced humanly? Or would it be fey-ly? Is fay-ly a word?” With every question he asks, he starts talking faster, eventually getting to the point that it doesn’t sound like his even speaking English anymore 

 "UGH, slow down, lad" she rubs her temples. "They're crystal fish. Ah' caught them. From the sea."

 “Oh sorry.” He writes something down in his notebook “But like which sea? One in the human world, or in the otherworld? Or maybe it’s from an in between space like this. Yes yes…that could be it…” he writes another thing down, muttering about fish and magic

 "The otherworld, obviously. Ever seen one of these floatin' around in the atlantic?" She rolls her eyes

 “To be fair ma’am, I believe roughly 90% of the my world’s ocean is yet to be explored. You never know what we might find. Anyways, how much for 5?”

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A young man wanders around the market. He obviously is in awe, gaping at every mildly interesting trinket that he sees, furiously writing something in his notebook, before moving on to the next stall. He’s wearing a long cloak with the hood up, and his black hair falls in front of his face, but you can see a just barely see a hint of his emerald eyes

 As he's perusing a stall laden with fish that seem to be made of glass, the shopkeeper, a gruff-looking woman in waders, clears her throat and begins to speak. "what're ye writing?" She speaks with a heavy Scottish brogue, slightly muffled by the thick wool scarf covering her mouth. 

 He suddenly looks up from his notebook “Uhhh. Notes ma’am. I’m taking. Notes of all the wares that I find intriguing. Are these fish really made of glass? Does it hurt to eat them? What fish do they taste like? Where do you find fish like this? Are these fish Fey? Are they magic? Are these fish sourced humanly? Or would it be fey-ly? Is fay-ly a word?” With every question he asks, he starts talking faster, eventually getting to the point that it doesn’t sound like his even speaking English anymore 

 "UGH, slow down, lad" she rubs her temples. "They're crystal fish. Ah' caught them. From the sea."

 “Oh sorry.” He writes something down in his notebook “But like which sea? One in the human world, or in the otherworld? Or maybe it’s from an in between space like this. Yes yes…that could be it…” he writes another thing down, muttering about fish and magic

 "The otherworld, obviously. Ever seen one of these floatin' around in the atlantic?" She rolls her eyes

 “To be fair ma’am, I believe roughly 90% of the my world’s ocean is yet to be explored. You never know what we might find. Anyways, how much for 5?”

 "5 gold each." she says matter-of-factly

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Atop the roof of the Rose & Goblet is a dapper fey with ghostly pale skin and warm, honey-brown eyes. Dressed in dark clothing fit for a Victorian noble or extremely dedicated costume designer, with a short black cape decorated with red beads that glow dimly with crimson light. He wears a tiny hat adorned with silver chains and a rose. He smiles, revealing sharp teeth as he holds one of those beads up to the light, admiring the way it glimmers. Anyone near him can hear a faint whispering and smell an intense, floral scent.

 Someone seems to be trying to climb up to the roof, trying and failing.

 He pockets the glowing red bead and leans down, looking to see who’s climbing up to the roof. He stops smiling, and his eyes glaze over slightly.

 It looks to be a fairly petite human woman in a red gown. Finally, she manages to get a good hold of the wall and vaults effortlessly up. She dusts off her dress and shakes out her platinum-blonde curls, clearly pleased with herself for making the jump

 He takes a step back, sitting at the edge, looking at her. He waves timidly.

 "Oh. Didn't realize there was anyone up here" She flushes a little

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A young man wanders around the market. He obviously is in awe, gaping at every mildly interesting trinket that he sees, furiously writing something in his notebook, before moving on to the next stall. He’s wearing a long cloak with the hood up, and his black hair falls in front of his face, but you can see a just barely see a hint of his emerald eyes

 As he's perusing a stall laden with fish that seem to be made of glass, the shopkeeper, a gruff-looking woman in waders, clears her throat and begins to speak. "what're ye writing?" She speaks with a heavy Scottish brogue, slightly muffled by the thick wool scarf covering her mouth. 

 He suddenly looks up from his notebook “Uhhh. Notes ma’am. I’m taking. Notes of all the wares that I find intriguing. Are these fish really made of glass? Does it hurt to eat them? What fish do they taste like? Where do you find fish like this? Are these fish Fey? Are they magic? Are these fish sourced humanly? Or would it be fey-ly? Is fay-ly a word?” With every question he asks, he starts talking faster, eventually getting to the point that it doesn’t sound like his even speaking English anymore 

 "UGH, slow down, lad" she rubs her temples. "They're crystal fish. Ah' caught them. From the sea."

 “Oh sorry.” He writes something down in his notebook “But like which sea? One in the human world, or in the otherworld? Or maybe it’s from an in between space like this. Yes yes…that could be it…” he writes another thing down, muttering about fish and magic

 "The otherworld, obviously. Ever seen one of these floatin' around in the atlantic?" She rolls her eyes

 “To be fair ma’am, I believe roughly 90% of the my world’s ocean is yet to be explored. You never know what we might find. Anyways, how much for 5?”

 "5 gold each." she says matter-of-factly

 He mutters a few choice words under his breath “I forgot that we deal in gold here. Sure you won’t take...” He rummages around in his cloak, pulling out a few crumpled bills and a couple of coins “47 Pounds and 13 Pence?”

*here till 10, folks. Here till 10*

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A young man wanders around the market. He obviously is in awe, gaping at every mildly interesting trinket that he sees, furiously writing something in his notebook, before moving on to the next stall. He’s wearing a long cloak with the hood up, and his black hair falls in front of his face, but you can see a just barely see a hint of his emerald eyes

 As he's perusing a stall laden with fish that seem to be made of glass, the shopkeeper, a gruff-looking woman in waders, clears her throat and begins to speak. "what're ye writing?" She speaks with a heavy Scottish brogue, slightly muffled by the thick wool scarf covering her mouth. 

 He suddenly looks up from his notebook “Uhhh. Notes ma’am. I’m taking. Notes of all the wares that I find intriguing. Are these fish really made of glass? Does it hurt to eat them? What fish do they taste like? Where do you find fish like this? Are these fish Fey? Are they magic? Are these fish sourced humanly? Or would it be fey-ly? Is fay-ly a word?” With every question he asks, he starts talking faster, eventually getting to the point that it doesn’t sound like his even speaking English anymore 

 "UGH, slow down, lad" she rubs her temples. "They're crystal fish. Ah' caught them. From the sea."

 “Oh sorry.” He writes something down in his notebook “But like which sea? One in the human world, or in the otherworld? Or maybe it’s from an in between space like this. Yes yes…that could be it…” he writes another thing down, muttering about fish and magic

 "The otherworld, obviously. Ever seen one of these floatin' around in the atlantic?" She rolls her eyes

 “To be fair ma’am, I believe roughly 90% of the my world’s ocean is yet to be explored. You never know what we might find. Anyways, how much for 5?”

 "5 gold each." she says matter-of-factly

 He mutters a few choice words under his breath “I forgot that we deal in gold here. Sure you won’t take...” He rummages around in his cloak, pulling out a few crumpled bills and a couple of coins “47 Pounds and 13 Pence?”

 She sighs, holding a mittened hand out. "That'll do."

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A young man wanders around the market. He obviously is in awe, gaping at every mildly interesting trinket that he sees, furiously writing something in his notebook, before moving on to the next stall. He’s wearing a long cloak with the hood up, and his black hair falls in front of his face, but you can see a just barely see a hint of his emerald eyes

 As he's perusing a stall laden with fish that seem to be made of glass, the shopkeeper, a gruff-looking woman in waders, clears her throat and begins to speak. "what're ye writing?" She speaks with a heavy Scottish brogue, slightly muffled by the thick wool scarf covering her mouth. 

 He suddenly looks up from his notebook “Uhhh. Notes ma’am. I’m taking. Notes of all the wares that I find intriguing. Are these fish really made of glass? Does it hurt to eat them? What fish do they taste like? Where do you find fish like this? Are these fish Fey? Are they magic? Are these fish sourced humanly? Or would it be fey-ly? Is fay-ly a word?” With every question he asks, he starts talking faster, eventually getting to the point that it doesn’t sound like his even speaking English anymore 

 "UGH, slow down, lad" she rubs her temples. "They're crystal fish. Ah' caught them. From the sea."

 “Oh sorry.” He writes something down in his notebook “But like which sea? One in the human world, or in the otherworld? Or maybe it’s from an in between space like this. Yes yes…that could be it…” he writes another thing down, muttering about fish and magic

 "The otherworld, obviously. Ever seen one of these floatin' around in the atlantic?" She rolls her eyes

 “To be fair ma’am, I believe roughly 90% of the my world’s ocean is yet to be explored. You never know what we might find. Anyways, how much for 5?”

 "5 gold each." she says matter-of-factly

 He mutters a few choice words under his breath “I forgot that we deal in gold here. Sure you won’t take...” He rummages around in his cloak, pulling out a few crumpled bills and a couple of coins “47 Pounds and 13 Pence?”

 She sighs, holding a mittened hand out. "That'll do."

 He pumps his fist “Thank you so much ma’am. Next time, I promise I’ll have the gold. Assuming there is a next time of course. He hands over the cash

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A young man wanders around the market. He obviously is in awe, gaping at every mildly interesting trinket that he sees, furiously writing something in his notebook, before moving on to the next stall. He’s wearing a long cloak with the hood up, and his black hair falls in front of his face, but you can see a just barely see a hint of his emerald eyes

 As he's perusing a stall laden with fish that seem to be made of glass, the shopkeeper, a gruff-looking woman in waders, clears her throat and begins to speak. "what're ye writing?" She speaks with a heavy Scottish brogue, slightly muffled by the thick wool scarf covering her mouth. 

 He suddenly looks up from his notebook “Uhhh. Notes ma’am. I’m taking. Notes of all the wares that I find intriguing. Are these fish really made of glass? Does it hurt to eat them? What fish do they taste like? Where do you find fish like this? Are these fish Fey? Are they magic? Are these fish sourced humanly? Or would it be fey-ly? Is fay-ly a word?” With every question he asks, he starts talking faster, eventually getting to the point that it doesn’t sound like his even speaking English anymore 

 "UGH, slow down, lad" she rubs her temples. "They're crystal fish. Ah' caught them. From the sea."

 “Oh sorry.” He writes something down in his notebook “But like which sea? One in the human world, or in the otherworld? Or maybe it’s from an in between space like this. Yes yes…that could be it…” he writes another thing down, muttering about fish and magic

 "The otherworld, obviously. Ever seen one of these floatin' around in the atlantic?" She rolls her eyes

 “To be fair ma’am, I believe roughly 90% of the my world’s ocean is yet to be explored. You never know what we might find. Anyways, how much for 5?”

 "5 gold each." she says matter-of-factly

 He mutters a few choice words under his breath “I forgot that we deal in gold here. Sure you won’t take...” He rummages around in his cloak, pulling out a few crumpled bills and a couple of coins “47 Pounds and 13 Pence?”

 She sighs, holding a mittened hand out. "That'll do."

 He pumps his fist “Thank you so much ma’am. Next time, I promise I’ll have the gold. Assuming there is a next time of course. He hands over the cash

 She takes it and glances at her watch. "mm. Auction's startin' soon."

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*sry I keep asking for more, but might I suggest some more varied and non-humanoid fey options?

like giants, banshees, each-usige, sluagh, fear gorta, and aoife?*

 

 *oh those are ON THE TABLE go nuts*

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*sry I keep asking for more, but might I suggest some more varied and non-humanoid fey options?

like giants, banshees, each-usige, sluagh, fear gorta, and aoife?*

 

 *oh those are ON THE TABLE go nuts*

 *I may have not seen but Fomorians?*