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Post by ±Witchcraft± on May 29, 2008 17:52:00 GMT -5
Durriken walked up and down the streets looking into shop windows for a quick moment, before shaking his head. As he walked he suddenly stopped in front of a narrow dark alleyway. He then made a quick turn and went down the alleyway.
He was looking for a crystal ball. Not one of those fake ones you get anywhere. But a true crystal ball. This would amplify this seer powers and let him gaze anywhere he wishes. And when combined with his cards lets him gaze a more firm picture of the future.
Then, just as randomly as he came down the alleyway. He stopped, as if waiting for something to happen. It was like someone was telling him what to do.
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Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on May 30, 2008 14:50:37 GMT -5
((I'm not sure if you saw my new, half-assed shop policy or not, but I'll bite...))
As if on cue, a large, blurred figure appeared before Durriken, incoherent at first but materializing eventually into what appeared to be a rather large tent. The cloth of the structure was meticulously emblazoned with many intricate designs: reds, golds, purples, deep greens, and the like. The brick walls of the alley itself groaned and and stretched to accommodate for the appearance of the tent, moving aside and allowing a significant amount of room for the magnificent pavilion.
The "doors" were only two large flaps of cloth made of a soft, velvet fabric and were a vivid gold in color. The sides were lined with small, silver bells, each one of different size, so that when one moved aside the curtains he would be amiably greeted by a beguiling symphony of jingling. The potent scent of incense wafted out from the inside of the pavilion, the aroma giving off a sense of tingling mystery, but yet it contained a sort of welcoming warmth at the same time.
While the curtain doors were not entirely open, they were parted just enough to betray the significantly dim atmosphere that lie just behind them, lit only by what appeared to be candles. It seemed almost as if the pavilion was waiting patiently for a visitor.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on May 30, 2008 23:10:41 GMT -5
((No I didn’t see that Vamps but you rock! -hands her a “Witchcraft Owes you 1 Favor Card”))
Durriken’s nostrils flared slightly as he took a deep breath through his nose before he pushed back the one flap of the tent and went within. When he breathed in a again a few moments later he smelled the smoky sent of incense burning all around him. A mixture of applewood, lavander, and basic wood smoke.
The air was filled with the smoke and the light cast by the lamps within were dim. Within everything was full of color and bright objects. Beads of glass hung all around and silver objects lay within cases, their lids propped open.
He looked passed these items to a person sitting. He couldn’t see on what exactly through all the smoke. He learned long ago from his ‘family’ to ignore the bright objects. They would be fake and overpriced. He stood where he was across the smoke and spoke.
“I look for an object of old, whose making was thought to be long since forgotten. An orb of glass that was not blown by human hands. Solid throughout with no air holding residence within. Light when looked at by an average fools passes right through. But to a trained eye, it bends like that of the threads. Revealing the tangled skein for what it truly is.”
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Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Aug 30, 2008 16:51:22 GMT -5
[[Acck! Omg, I'm so sorry, Rob! I completely forgot about this thread! You should have bitched at me! D:]]
The smoke cleared just enough to reveal the small figure that sat behind a desk at the far side of the tent.
It was an old woman, wrinkled and bent with the leprosy of age. She was hooded and cloaked in a deep purple, small silver bells singing melodically with her every movement. Upon closer inspection, it was evident that one of her eyes was a good deal larger than the other, but it was glazed over with a white film as if it had lost its ability to see ages ago. The woman peered at Durriken over her hooked nose, raising a gnarled hand to him as she welcomed him in.
"Come.....come," she began, her voice somewhat a mixture between that of a feline and a serpent. "I knew you were a child of sight."
She motioned him in as she moved around the desk, the bells jingling after her.
"The threads, you say? Ahh, indeed. Indeed..."
She moved slowly over to a wall, upon which sat a large picture of a black cat with piercing green eyes, its ears abnormally long and pointed at the ends. Its tail flicked from side to side as it watched her approach.
She whispered something inaudible under her breath, and at once, the cat backed away and bared its teeth with a great hiss. The picture emitted a faint click and then swung open to reveal a cabinet. With a trembling hand, the elderly woman grasped the handle, turned it twice to the right, a quarter-turn to the left, and stepped back.
The cabinet sputtered and creaked in a startling manner. In no time at all, the door opened with a groan, and a pitch-black crevice stared back at them. Undaunted, the woman reached into the gaping hole and retrieved what looked like a round object hidden underneath a red, velvet cloth.
With a lopsided grin, she handed it over to Durriken.
"All yours at the price of 3,400 SP, my dear."
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Aug 30, 2008 18:18:34 GMT -5
Durriken could tell that the item she held was not a fake. He could feel the old magics within it that have long since been lost to man, the same magic that was within his cards. He reached to his belt and untied a small leather bag. He reached within and gave the women a handful of gold coins.
“It is worth of cent madam. I thank thee and let the fates choose a favorable path for you.” he said as he took the clothed orb and put it into the bag as it expanded to contain it.
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