Its arrival was a long time coming. All the merchants, all the townsfolk, anyone who cared knew when and where it was. It was an entertainment event as much as it was a mercantile event, and everyone had their coppers and gold saved up for it.
It rolled into town at about midday, dozens of wagons and horses and beasts and people of all kinds, draped in finery and odds and ends. The people were strange and exotic but friendly, hailing from the lands to the east where the sun burned upon oceans of sand, and the north where the moon and the sun only changed places once a month, and the south where the mountains were dotted with the homes of the noble tribesmen who scraped a living off the rocks, and from event farther away in places most people had never heard of. Stories and toys and magic tricks and treats from these lands were given cheaply to the children, while more practical things entertained the adults. Clothes, jewelry, weapons, enchanted items of all description were for sale or trade.
They set up camp outside town, the haphazard arrangements of tents and wagons almost half as big as Wistvale itself. Surely it held all kinds of wonders and adventures, just waiting for people to take a look.
(This is an open thread. Get in here, folks, let's see what we can do. GMs are free to have things happen to other players.)
Orp Boon [M:83:616:][D3v:http://www.rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=406&page=1#374]"Is that family heirloom for sale?"[0:Gone fishing.][1:The store is open!]
Orp wandered through the camp looking for deals on foreign imports and contacts in faraway lands. He never really did get his contact into the underground trade network after Axel got killed.
Chaz cheerfully walked into the caravan. He looked around hopefully, like a small child in a candy store, looking for either anything interesting and mechanical or anyone from the Overwood that could give him any news from home.
A good scientist is a person with original ideas. A good engineer is a person who makes a design that works with as few original ideas as possible.
Dominic [M:123:1420:][D3v:http://rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=382&page=1#14144][b]Let me tell you a story...[/b][0:No encore today][1:You have my attention]
Dom had been worried that settling down for a while might have lead to a dulling of his senses, a lack of fresh material for story and song. But when he heard the caravan rolling in, heard the myriad voices and languages his heart soared. Damn but if it wasn't convenient that, since he wasn't travelling the world at the moment, the world came travelling to him.
He didn't exactly have a shopping agenda, but there may be wonderful stories, new songs and jokes to learn. Plus a chance to brush up on his linquistics, keep them sharp. He greeted stall vendors in their native tongues, making idle chit-chat and only occasionally making some hilarious malaproprism.
Love, like Hope, has too few letters for a word so powerful.
Orp Boon [M:83:616:][D3v:http://www.rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=406&page=1#374]"Is that family heirloom for sale?"[0:Gone fishing.][1:The store is open!]
Rue meandered through the caravan, fascinated by the treasures from across the world. Having never seen something like this before, she was deeply entranced by the jewelry, enchanted weapons, and diverse culture spread out before her. She was so transfixed by the various tables and stalls that she did not even notice the Cathian also walking throughout the caravan until she bumped into him .
"Oh, I'm so sorry, please excuse me sir!" she stammered. She then realized who she had collided with and vaguely recognized him. With a smile, she said "You're Chaz, right? The mechanic? I believe we met at the dinner celebration a short while ago."
Chaz was used to not being seen and bumped into, so he didn't quite mind when Rue had nearly tripped over him, and was already turning out of her way with an apology on his lips when he saw who it was. There was a short pause as he wracked his brain, being not very good with faces, or names, or people in general. Then he remembered, and grinned.
Yes! And....Rue, right? I remember. It's alright, I get run over all the time. He looked around quickly and raised his arms as if to indicate, generally, the goings-on around him.
Impressive, huh?
A good scientist is a person with original ideas. A good engineer is a person who makes a design that works with as few original ideas as possible.
Katerina and Kiko had taken Margrett up on her offer of an escort. The traders and merchants of the Caravan were not near as chaotic as Kiko had first thought back at the gate. It had only taken her a few minutes to realize that the colorful canvas of each tent was based on the goods inside.
Food was offered at tents marked with green flags or painted green canvas, weaponry tents were indicated by the color red, clothing was noted by blue, and household items were decorated with yellow flags. Kiko had stopped looking inside them, though she was sure the other colors represented something.
The atmosphere of the place was quite festive, too. Perhaps it was the upcoming season that made the people loud and boisterous. Winter was the season where many bundled up inside to avoid the cold. Today, however, doors were flung open every where.
I didn't think there were so many people here in town.
Kiko's voice was soft, of course, the words spoken to herself more than the other two women with her.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
Orp Boon [M:83:616:][D3v:http://www.rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=406&page=1#374]"Is that family heirloom for sale?"[0:Gone fishing.][1:The store is open!]
Renquist approached the lively looking crowd that gathered about the wares new to town - but was entirely altered in appearance. Rather than his usual intimidating composure, the undead lord had instead managed quite a trick to conceal his identity from prying eyes. He would not leave Lily to herself or rather, to the scrutiny of the folk of Wistvale and therefore escorted her and garnered little attention.
He was stooped, bent and broken like an old crone, a large mottled, worn and patchwork grey and black cloak covering his form. He leaned upon a crooked cane and trembled as it planted to the ground with each step, his wizened hand clutching it with a feeble defiance. His blood had been drawn to his core, his fingers and hand were quite bony, pallid and gave the exact appearance of age. The cowl was large and concealed his face - but more that that the dark that writhed withing it was quite unnatural, a simple majick to conceal his features. He stood no higher than Lily's shoulder and shuffled along by her side, quite careful to hold her hand as if needing her assistance.
Upon spotting a carriage hawking appropriate wares, his wizened finger pointed. His voice was coarse, dry and completed the illusion.
There, my sweet.
A good thing Lily had her own disguise - his blood had renewed her and his undead pet could no longer be mistaken for anything but entirely alive. Yes, she looked the very picture of health. But her clothes needed changing if she were to lose the image of the most downtrodden of paupers.
Lily [M:0:0:][D3v:http://rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=546&page=1#19046][b]Zombies are the new vampires, didn?t you know that?[/b][0:Dead][1:Alive]
Lily was just another citizen among the myriad of people vying for goods. She did not stand out. Her clothing was in a bad shape, rags really, but that wasn’t new to any trader or merchant. And, if she did garner attention it was only because she seemed inordinately solicitous to the older man beside her.
The tent he had pointed out was full of all types of clothing and finery that would appeal to a young woman, many of high quality. Lily’s fingers squeezed tight to his hand. This was awfully entertaining. She was participating in a play, with the rest of the crowd her audience. It brought a secretive smile to her face; one that just would not leave her lips.
The shopkeeper was paying her no attention, however, not that she cared. No, she was looking through the clothing for something specific. She had a immense love of costumes, naturally. So, this was definitely a treat. And the material; it all fell over her fingers with the tactile pleasure she remembered, though with additional intensity.
Her hand halted on the dark jade colored silk dress. Her lips curled up. Lily pulled it free and spun around to hold it to her chest and show him. Lily's gray eyes were shining like silver coins.
"What do you think, Grandfather?"
Living Dead Girl
“It's hard for me to stay in the moment. Without the past, where is the guilt? And without the future, where is the dread? And without guilt and dread, who am I?”
Renquist smiled and whilst the expression remained cloaked and concealed from all eyes, she could feel his approval simply through her new intuition the energy he exuded. His voice uttered out as a frail man's would, but those words rang in her mind and held no less power to her. He was amused.
A lovely choice my sweet, but you shall surely need more than one.
Margrett nodded as she walked along in front of the other two women, hands in her pockets, nonchalantly checking out the stalls. She looked to the casual observer that she was window-shopping, but any seasoned storeowner knew that she was watching, and she knew that they knew. Every so often she got a small nod in understanding, which she checked for. The ones that didn't she'd come back to.
You'd be surprised how many people in Wistvale have a...nocturnal schedule. At any given time of the day a lot of folks are asleep or otherwise occupied. This is bringing people out, I suppose. Then there was a small, cold shiver that ran down her spine, making her casual stride falter for a half-second. The more base, animal parts of her brain were instantly alert and screaming for a tiny moment before being quashed again. She cleared her throat and kept walking, the small event passed as quickly as it had come, but she kept more alert now. It was a familiar feeling. Something was...off, even though she didn't know what it was, and very much did not want to find out.