ravenDivinity

Uldor, Land of Glory. (High Fantasy)

I'm trying to think of something to get the ball rolling again...

The Relics (No Plot/Fantasy/Character Driven/Worthy of Skepticism)

Altim fixed the spectacles on his nose again, and he reiterated at the offer of wood for carpentry. "No no, ah, just firewood, sir." He shook his head slightly to turn down the offer. Furthermore, he didn't even have 10 gold coins to start with nor the 50 gold pieces. He only had around 50 silver pieces on his person at that point in time, and the log presented to him costed an arm an a leg, the log striking him as overpriced. Daror was no craftsman. He made fletchings for his arrows sometimes, but he was not in the business for creating chairs and tables, even if he had the muscle for it. Another thing he wasn't was a wealthy aristocrat. Altim held the basket at his side as his free hand rummaged through his satchel for silver. He brought the basket up to his elbow, and the hand dropped and counted five silver pieces in his hand, which he held out before Borgrund in payment.

When the Flames Die

Gareth assumed he'd be taking the cot for the night, which he didn't particularly mind as long as it wasn't uncomfortable. Sophia's offer made him perk up, and he dismissed Sophia's invitation to drink as he took his place next to her at the table. "Mm... Not tonight..." Harker, with wandering eyes, caught the man looking at them from a distance at the bar, but he quickly turned his gaze away as if that would make the man forget Gareth spotted him. "I'm tired." The half-elf complained, and he rested his head on the table, where he swore he could almost fall asleep if the wood wasn't so hard and scratchy.

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BingTheWing said
It would be nice if raven just walked up to the cart and casually asked Bor for the whole log of MystraBor be like"Wtf bro dis is mah precious"Morris be like"I AM MORRIS"

You know what, I wanna find out what happens when you burn Mystra, so I'm gonna make him ask the price of it. Edited the post to reflect that.

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Altim wandered about the market, having already purchased groceries for cooking over the fireplace at home. He had the meat at home, but a basket in his hands contained the vegetables he wanted for the stew. The last thing on his list of necessities was firewood to fuel the flames that would boil his broth and warm him in the cold of night while he turned pages in books about various subjects, some manuscripts collected over the years through deals with scholars and others inherited from his father's collection. His glasses did good for his eyes though, and he soon spotted a cart with wood of all kinds he could purchase.

"Um... sir! How much is that wood there?" Daror rose his voice a bit to get the attention of Borgrund, Altim's finger aimed at the log of Mystra innocently as though he didn't know what it was, which he didn't. It looked different from any other log of wood, but he assumed it was probably just a different type of wood than he was used to.

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Guilty Spark said
I guess in-city it's hard for people to get there own firewood, so it is a necessary product for everyone from the local inn to the King's palace.

Edit: Bing, you sell normal wood as well.

Well I mean, the logging industry exists for a reason. I can't just go to Central Park and start chopping.

Edit: Also, fun fact, Google Chrome thinks that 'axe' isn't a word.

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Guilty Spark said
It's a cart in an open market which sells raw lumber and a few forest acquired alchemical ingredients.

Alright, then the plan is to buy firewood. \(m)

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Where is BOR'S STORE anyway? What does it look like and what does it sell?

When the Flames Die

Gareth felt like an alien at the tavern, although he was native to Keilaudrin. The type of crowd gathered in the bar at this hour starkly contrasted with the three arrivals. He hoped it wouldn't take long to get a room, for he didn't want to spend much time standing out. Then again, it wasn't like anyone cared too much about the nobody of a squire with hardly a name for himself, and Sophia practically owned the spotlight with her royalty status. Harker had no reason to fear any attention or focus on himself, unless someone was ogling him lasciviously across the bar, which would be more of a compliment than anything. He tapped his boots on the floorboards idly and stared at the ground, avoiding any random glances or stares.

When the Flames Die

You really almost innstigated a public homocide there. I was about to turn hostel.