The Prince approaches, flexing his fingers. "I'll take this one." He touches a finger to the glass.
An auctioneer nods, bowing their head. They grab a long pole with a loop on the end. The open the back of the glass cage and is immediately jumped by the man, the later pining the auctioneer to the floor and swinging like a man possessed. It's a fight between the two before more auctioneers arrive and help subdue the man. The get the loop around his neck and hand the pole to the Prince.
"No need." He takes the pole, and it rots away into dirt. He takes the remains of the loop and delicately removes them. "I'm sorry they did that."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Willow seems to open up a little bit, since she's around another shy person. "What's the best thing you've seen so far? I saw these neat glass globes with landscapes inside."
"I haven't looked much, since I got here recently, but I have seen some cool gears and crystals."
She can see he has a fingerless glove with some gears sewn in, and a crystal mounted on the back.
"Ooh, shiny! Does it do anything?"
"The glove? No, it's just some interesting stuff I found in the market."
"Oh. Have you seen how high the prices for the auctions are? I can barely afford anything."
"No, I've mostly been looking at the stalls around the market."
"Same. I looked at one auction, but the bidding started at 10,000 gold."
The Prince approaches, flexing his fingers. "I'll take this one." He touches a finger to the glass.
An auctioneer nods, bowing their head. They grab a long pole with a loop on the end. The open the back of the glass cage and is immediately jumped by the man, the later pining the auctioneer to the floor and swinging like a man possessed. It's a fight between the two before more auctioneers arrive and help subdue the man. The get the loop around his neck and hand the pole to the Prince.
"No need." He takes the pole, and it rots away into dirt. He takes the remains of the loop and delicately removes them. "I'm sorry they did that."
The man's chest heaves as he steadies his breathing. He shoots a dirty look over at the auctioneers, taking a few steps back. "They shot down my f-----g ship and dragged my arse outta the water, telling me they would save me and I end up getting shoved into a cage! They'll be more sorry when I finally burn this place to the ground!" He snarls
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
"No need." He takes the pole, and it rots away into dirt. He takes the remains of the loop and delicately removes them. "I'm sorry they did that."
The man's chest heaves as he steadies his breathing. He shoots a dirty look over at the auctioneers, taking a few steps back. "They shot down my f-----g ship and dragged my arse outta the water, telling me they would save me and I end up getting shoved into a cage! They'll be more sorry when I finally burn this place to the ground!" He snarls
"I'm afraid that wouldn't be wise." The ten-foot-tall abomination tilts his head. "But I won't stop you."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"No need." He takes the pole, and it rots away into dirt. He takes the remains of the loop and delicately removes them. "I'm sorry they did that."
The man's chest heaves as he steadies his breathing. He shoots a dirty look over at the auctioneers, taking a few steps back. "They shot down my f-----g ship and dragged my arse outta the water, telling me they would save me and I end up getting shoved into a cage! They'll be more sorry when I finally burn this place to the ground!" He snarls
"I'm afraid that wouldn't be wise." The ten-foot-tall abomination tilts his head. "But I won't stop you."
The man's head snaps up, meeting their gaze. There is determination, anger, desperation burning in his gaze "Now who the hells are you? bloody hell you're a tall f-----r." He grumbles.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
The auctioneer is on their break in the Rose, sitting at the bar and barely paying attention to anything but their drink. They still wear their red gala mask, but their bowtie is undone and their hat is nowhere to be found.
Thorne walks over, his cane tapping against the ground "Hello"
They look up at him, their expression unreadable behind their mask. "If you've any business regarding the auctions, bugger off. I'm on my break."
"Very sorry, but I require your resources." They said, pulling a note from his pocket, nearly 10,000 gold worth. "I require a human child, preferably around 1-10 in human years."
They almost choke on their drink when they see the money. Then they recompose themself, clearing their throat. "That could definitely be arranged."
"Have it ready by today, tomorrow at latest."
They seize the money with one hand and shake his hand vigorously with the other. "Sir, for this, you'll get it at once!"
*bonk*
He nods and ushers them off "Go now."
They snap their fingers and dissapear into thin air. When they re-appear, they're carrying a child on their back, piggyback style. They half-push the child off their back, dropping them onto the floor with an unceremonious thud. "There you are, sir, one fresh human child!"
He blinks and nods, tilting his head "so it seems you do. Many thanks."
The child, who looks to be nine or thereabouts, seems a bit scared of Thorne. They dart behind the auctioneer's legs, peeking at his skull from under a curtain of long untidy black hair. The auctioneer sighs and pushes them gently forward. "Go on, blue."
*for wndo*
Thorne watches before kneeling down. He lifts his veil, his own canine-esque skull staring back. The empty eye sockets have a single pinprick of red light in each for eyes. "Hello little one."
*oops i thought they saw the skull forgor about his veil its fine though* "The kid can't talk." The auctioneer steps in with a matter-of-fact tone, "They use some form of... primitive human sign? I'm frankly not sure what it is or what any of it means, but they can understand just fine. No refunds."
*this got lost*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
"I'm afraid that wouldn't be wise." The ten-foot-tall abomination tilts his head. "But I won't stop you."
The man's head snaps up, meeting their gaze. There is determination, anger, desperation burning in his gaze "Now who the hells are you? bloody hell you're a tall f-----r." He grumbles.
"I am the King of the Fruiting Court," he replies. "But said court... doesn't deserve the title. I was hoping to dismantle this market. But as it stands, my nobles have no grudge, no hatred toward the Crimson. They don't understand my loathing." He holds out a hand to the man. "You do."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The auctioneer is on their break in the Rose, sitting at the bar and barely paying attention to anything but their drink. They still wear their red gala mask, but their bowtie is undone and their hat is nowhere to be found.
Thorne walks over, his cane tapping against the ground "Hello"
They look up at him, their expression unreadable behind their mask. "If you've any business regarding the auctions, bugger off. I'm on my break."
"Very sorry, but I require your resources." They said, pulling a note from his pocket, nearly 10,000 gold worth. "I require a human child, preferably around 1-10 in human years."
They almost choke on their drink when they see the money. Then they recompose themself, clearing their throat. "That could definitely be arranged."
"Have it ready by today, tomorrow at latest."
They seize the money with one hand and shake his hand vigorously with the other. "Sir, for this, you'll get it at once!"
*bonk*
He nods and ushers them off "Go now."
They snap their fingers and dissapear into thin air. When they re-appear, they're carrying a child on their back, piggyback style. They half-push the child off their back, dropping them onto the floor with an unceremonious thud. "There you are, sir, one fresh human child!"
He blinks and nods, tilting his head "so it seems you do. Many thanks."
The child, who looks to be nine or thereabouts, seems a bit scared of Thorne. They dart behind the auctioneer's legs, peeking at his skull from under a curtain of long untidy black hair. The auctioneer sighs and pushes them gently forward. "Go on, blue."
*for wndo*
Thorne watches before kneeling down. He lifts his veil, his own canine-esque skull staring back. The empty eye sockets have a single pinprick of red light in each for eyes. "Hello little one."
*oops i thought they saw the skull forgor about his veil its fine though* "The kid can't talk." The auctioneer steps in with a matter-of-fact tone, "They use some form of... primitive human sign? I'm frankly not sure what it is or what any of it means, but they can understand just fine. No refunds."
*this got lost*
Thorne hums softly, raising his gloved hands. He begins to sign slowly, using a mixture of Common Sign Language and regular signs.
'Hello. Child. How. Are. You"
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
"I am the King of the Fruiting Court," he replies. "But said court... doesn't deserve the title. I was hoping to dismantle this market. But as it stands, my nobles have no grudge, no hatred toward the Crimson. They don't understand my loathing." He holds out a hand to the man. "You do."
"You want to take this place down?.." he seems surprised that they would agree with him and smiles, baring slightly sharp teeth, sort of like a sharks " yeah mate!"
"Indeed. You need your strength. Please follow." He steps away, walking 'slowly' (his legs are extremely long) toward the food-focused area of the market. "They serve only mundane food here. Nothing poached." He says the word with a hint of anger, the only emotion in his voice since he began speaking.
Willow seems to open up a little bit, since she's around another shy person. "What's the best thing you've seen so far? I saw these neat glass globes with landscapes inside."
"I haven't looked much, since I got here recently, but I have seen some cool gears and crystals."
She can see he has a fingerless glove with some gears sewn in, and a crystal mounted on the back.
"Ooh, shiny! Does it do anything?"
"The glove? No, it's just some interesting stuff I found in the market."
"Oh. Have you seen how high the prices for the auctions are? I can barely afford anything."
"No, I've mostly been looking at the stalls around the market."
"Same. I looked at one auction, but the bidding started at 10,000 gold."
"The [GP]!?"
Willow giggles. "That's exactly what Sundew said!"
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Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
"I am the King of the Fruiting Court," he replies. "But said court... doesn't deserve the title. I was hoping to dismantle this market. But as it stands, my nobles have no grudge, no hatred toward the Crimson. They don't understand my loathing." He holds out a hand to the man. "You do."
"You want to take this place down?.." he seems surprised that they would agree with him and smiles, baring slightly sharp teeth, sort of like a sharks " yeah mate!"
"Indeed. You need your strength. Please follow." He steps away, walking 'slowly' (his legs are extremely long) toward the food-focused area of the market. "They serve only mundane food here. Nothing poached." He says the word with a hint of anger, the only emotion in his voice since he began speaking.
The man follows after before looking up again "like exotic food eh?" He grins brightly "My name is Samuel, don't think I told you after you told me yours."
"Indeed. You need your strength. Please follow." He steps away, walking 'slowly' (his legs are extremely long) toward the food-focused area of the market. "They serve only mundane food here. Nothing poached." He says the word with a hint of anger, the only emotion in his voice since he began speaking.
The man follows after before looking up again "like exotic food eh?" He grins brightly "My name is Samuel, don't think I told you after you told me yours."
"Well, Samuel, what would you like?" He chuckles mirthlessly. "Money is no object. Oh, but nothing toxic, please."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Indeed. You need your strength. Please follow." He steps away, walking 'slowly' (his legs are extremely long) toward the food-focused area of the market. "They serve only mundane food here. Nothing poached." He says the word with a hint of anger, the only emotion in his voice since he began speaking.
The man follows after before looking up again "like exotic food eh?" He grins brightly "My name is Samuel, don't think I told you after you told me yours."
"Well, Samuel, what would you like?" He chuckles mirthlessly. "Money is no object. Oh, but nothing toxic, please."
"I guess if they got any seafood here? I really like crabs and shellfish." He scratches the back of his neck
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
"Well, Samuel, what would you like?" He chuckles mirthlessly. "Money is no object. Oh, but nothing toxic, please."
"I guess if they got any seafood here? I really like crabs and shellfish." He scratches the back of his neck
"How about lobsters? When properly prepared, they are a delicacy fit for a king." He points to a seafood restaurant. "I'm sure they have king crab as well."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Well, Samuel, what would you like?" He chuckles mirthlessly. "Money is no object. Oh, but nothing toxic, please."
"I guess if they got any seafood here? I really like crabs and shellfish." He scratches the back of his neck
"How about lobsters? When properly prepared, they are a delicacy fit for a king." He points to a seafood restaurant. "I'm sure they have king crab as well."
"D--n, I haven't had lobster in a fortnight... Y'know what, if yer buying, sure. Spend your money how you like." He waves a hand.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
the upper torso of the raven Man is flying down the street, another raven leading a toddler. they're looking for Thorne
Thorne is sitting at a cafe, sipping tea while reading
"aha!" they croak, waving. "we got you a kid. no fuss or muss, like we said!"
*hiya Wendy!*
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
"The glove? No, it's just some interesting stuff I found in the market."
"Oh. Have you seen how high the prices for the auctions are? I can barely afford anything."
"No, I've mostly been looking at the stalls around the market."
"Same. I looked at one auction, but the bidding started at 10,000 gold."
"The [GP]!?"
Willow giggles. "That's exactly what Sundew said!"
"Who's Sundew?"
*noticing that both of your chars that I know of have names of prominent LeafWing characters in WoF*
*Huh. I wonder why that is. It's not like none of my ideas are original or anything.*
"My friend."
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Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
"No need." He takes the pole, and it rots away into dirt. He takes the remains of the loop and delicately removes them. "I'm sorry they did that."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"The [GP]!?"
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
The man's chest heaves as he steadies his breathing. He shoots a dirty look over at the auctioneers, taking a few steps back. "They shot down my f-----g ship and dragged my arse outta the water, telling me they would save me and I end up getting shoved into a cage! They'll be more sorry when I finally burn this place to the ground!" He snarls
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I'm afraid that wouldn't be wise." The ten-foot-tall abomination tilts his head. "But I won't stop you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The man's head snaps up, meeting their gaze. There is determination, anger, desperation burning in his gaze "Now who the hells are you? bloody hell you're a tall f-----r." He grumbles.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*this got lost*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
"I am the King of the Fruiting Court," he replies. "But said court... doesn't deserve the title. I was hoping to dismantle this market. But as it stands, my nobles have no grudge, no hatred toward the Crimson. They don't understand my loathing." He holds out a hand to the man. "You do."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Thorne hums softly, raising his gloved hands. He begins to sign slowly, using a mixture of Common Sign Language and regular signs.
'Hello. Child. How. Are. You"
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Indeed. You need your strength. Please follow." He steps away, walking 'slowly' (his legs are extremely long) toward the food-focused area of the market. "They serve only mundane food here. Nothing poached." He says the word with a hint of anger, the only emotion in his voice since he began speaking.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Willow giggles. "That's exactly what Sundew said!"
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
I'd rather be gaming.
"Who's Sundew?"
*noticing that both of your chars that I know of have names of prominent LeafWing characters in WoF*
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
The man follows after before looking up again "like exotic food eh?" He grins brightly "My name is Samuel, don't think I told you after you told me yours."
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Well, Samuel, what would you like?" He chuckles mirthlessly. "Money is no object. Oh, but nothing toxic, please."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I guess if they got any seafood here? I really like crabs and shellfish." He scratches the back of his neck
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"How about lobsters? When properly prepared, they are a delicacy fit for a king." He points to a seafood restaurant. "I'm sure they have king crab as well."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"D--n, I haven't had lobster in a fortnight... Y'know what, if yer buying, sure. Spend your money how you like." He waves a hand.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*hiya Wendy!*
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
*Huh. I wonder why that is. It's not like none of my ideas are original or anything.*
"My friend."
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
I'd rather be gaming.
*:P :P :P :P :P*
"Oh, OK." He pulls a small clockwork device out of a pocket and starts fiddling with it, seemingly nervous or embarrassed.
*might try to draw my char later*
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
*Howdy*
"Fantastic. I now have two procured. This one and a nine year old. They will be siblings for now." He nods and plucks the kid from the crows.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]