There is a solid smacking sound as your palm hits your face while Vesh talks to the pointy-hat guy.
Vesh: "Paying work. I can't afford the quiver. Do you have a task I can assist with to get said quiver?"
???: "Hrm, well, I was taking a stroll through the forest a little north of the bridge a few days ago, and lost my favorite dragon plushie. If you can get that back for me, you can have the quiver."
"♥♥♥♥." "Yo. Shopkeep. This a magic shop, right? What've you got?"
Erale: "..Well, he certainly looks the part at least."
???: "Ah, plenty of things! Feel free to browse. Is there anything you're looking for in particular?"
<< Conditions : HP : 4/4 SP : 1/1 MP : 5.6/6
Race : Human Description : Descendant of a great hero, her pedigree has led to high expectations throughout life, until she finally grew sick of it and ran away from home, off to make her own name where she is still unknown. Rather bratty and aggressive. Inventory (0.2/1) : * White Cotton Button-Down Shirt (Weight 0.1) * Brown Cotton Slacks (Weight 0.1)
Skills : - Lightning Bolt (Ranged Magic) (+1 INT , +1 AIM) (-1 SP) - Fire off a bolt of lightning.
Race : Human Description : A towering figure with broad shoulders, rapidly balding skull matted with thick scarring. He scans his surroundings furtively with bloodshot grey eyes, fists clenched as he churns through contingency plans. Inventory (3.2/7) : * White Cotton Button-Down Shirt (Weight 0.1) * Brown Cotton Slacks (Weight 0.1)
- Bronze Bastard Sword (Weight : 3) (Active : +10 STR , +2 AIM) Skills : - Refine Iron Ore (Crafting) (Learning : 2/3) - Turns 5 Iron Ore into 1 Iron Ingot through heat and brute force.
Vesh: "Paying work. I can't afford the quiver. Do you have a task I can assist with to get said quiver?"
???: "Hrm, well, I was taking a stroll through the forest a little north of the bridge a few days ago, and lost my favorite dragon plushie. If you can get that back for me, you can have the quiver."
Light-haired girl: "♥♥♥♥. Yo. Shopkeep. This a magic shop, right? What've you got?"
Erale: "..Well, he certainly looks the part at least."
???: "Ah, plenty of things! Feel free to browse. Is there anything you're looking for in particular?"
<< Conditions : HP : 3/3 SP : 3/3 MP : 1/1
- Heavy Load (-3.5 AGI) - Carrying too many items.
Race : Human Description : Vesh is a short, unremarkable human being. Brown hair, eyes, white skin, no defining features. And he is an excellent marksman and an unreliable human being. Do not trust with anything you ever want to see again. Inventory (2.75/2) : * White Cotton Button-Down Shirt (Weight 0.1) * Brown Cotton Slacks (Weight 0.1)
Vesh: "Paying work. I can't afford the quiver. Do you have a task I can assist with to get said quiver?"
???: "Hrm, well, I was taking a stroll through the forest a little north of the bridge a few days ago, and lost my favorite dragon plushie. If you can get that back for me, you can have the quiver."
Light-haired girl: "♥♥♥♥. Yo. Shopkeep. This a magic shop, right? What've you got?"
Erale: "..Well, he certainly looks the part at least."
???: "Ah, plenty of things! Feel free to browse. Is there anything you're looking for in particular?"
<< Conditions : HP : 4/4 SP : 1/1 MP : 1/1
Race : Human Description : A tall, lanky man with lightly tanned skin. Wears his dark brown hair in a very tight tail at the base of his neck. He generally attempts to remain aloof and mysterious, if only because his true self is hopelessly mundane. He has no real talents to speak of, relying only on his uncanny luck to coast dimly through life. Inventory (2.75/4) : * White Cotton Button-Down Shirt (Weight 0.1) * Brown Cotton Slacks (Weight 0.1)
There is a solid smacking sound as Mikoto applies her palm to her face.
Vesh: "Paying work. I can't afford the quiver. Do you have a task I can assist with to get said quiver?"
???: "Hrm, well, I was taking a stroll through the forest a little north of the bridge a few days ago, and lost my favorite dragon plushie. If you can get that back for me, you can have the quiver."
Mikoto: "♥♥♥♥. Yo. Shopkeep. This a magic shop, right? What've you got?"
"..Well, he certainly looks the part at least."
???: "Ah, plenty of things! Feel free to browse. Is there anything you're looking for in particular?"
Some guy enters the shop, but you ignore him and browse.
Nothing seems to be labeled with anything beside price tags. There are old weapons, jewlery, clothes, tools, time-keeping devices, and items that you've never seen before. Even if none of the items were magical, it's still an interesting place.
One item seems to stand out though, from all the others. Sitting on an eye-level shelf is a pair of golden cloth shears with ornately decorated handles.
<< Conditions : HP : 3/3 SP : 3/3 MP : 2.5/3
Race : Human Description : Scrappy Lass, and by all means, light and light-footed. Her build is more focused on her lower body, giving her a slight pear appearance. Otherwise she has her dark hair braided back into itself to keep it short, and has a penchant of for adorning it. Inventory (0.2/1) : * White Cotton Button-Down Shirt (Weight 0.1) * Brown Cotton Slacks (Weight 0.1)
Skills : - Lightning Bolt (Ranged Magic) (+1 INT , +1 AIM) (-1 SP) - Fire off a bolt of lightning.
"Shouldn't be too hard to kill these with just a shield. Back in a bit."
???: "Wait..."
The man reaches below the desk, grabs something you can't see, and then tosses you a long wooden pole when he sits back up.
Catching the weapon, you see that it's a spear. The shaft is Ash, and the head is steel.
???: "If you nab at least one of those beats, consider it yours permanently. If not, well, I'll probably not be getting it back anyways."
You give the man a nod before heading out of the building and out of the town. Though it's night time, you manage to figure out which way is east due to the convenient cardinal markers that occasionally sit at street intersections.
While the town is well-lit at night, the surrounding area is not, and you find yourself trudging through empty grassy plains for a while until you hear the sound of of moving water, and the starlight reflecting off of the gushing liquid.
You're roughly in between the bridge and the bottom of the map, if you're to guess.
<< Conditions : HP : 4/4 SP : 3/3 MP : 1/1
Race : Human Description : A large, pale man with jet black hair. He has a thick build and a goatee with stubble. He doesn't move very fast, nor is he very smart. He is, however, as strong as an ox and as lucky as a leprechaun. Inventory (3.8/8) : * White Cotton Button-Down Shirt (Weight 0.1) * Brown Cotton Slacks (Weight 0.1)
???: "This staff amplifies spells that you cast. I don't think I have anything specifically lightning, though. As for other work, there isn't anything else I need done, unless if you want to try to go find me magic artifacts and trade them for something I have."
Erale: "I am Lightning.. and... What is this even? Why are these so interesting?"
Erale is holding a pair of golden cloth shears. The handles have intrace shapes of twisting vines and flowers.
???: "Hmm? Are those yours?"
<< Conditions : HP : 4/4 SP : 1/1 MP : 5.7/6
Race : Human Description : Descendant of a great hero, her pedigree has led to high expectations throughout life, until she finally grew sick of it and ran away from home, off to make her own name where she is still unknown. Rather bratty and aggressive. Inventory (0.2/1) : * White Cotton Button-Down Shirt (Weight 0.1) * Brown Cotton Slacks (Weight 0.1)
Skills : - Lightning Bolt (Ranged Magic) (+1 INT , +1 AIM) (-1 SP) - Fire off a bolt of lightning.
Looks like you can hammer out two crates per turn now!
Lark: "Feel free to stop once you get to your eighth. I don't think there's enough money to pay you past that!"
<< Conditions : HP : 4/4 SP : 1/1 MP : 3/3
Race : Human Description : A towering figure with broad shoulders, rapidly balding skull matted with thick scarring. He scans his surroundings furtively with bloodshot grey eyes, fists clenched as he churns through contingency plans. Inventory (3.2/7) : * White Cotton Button-Down Shirt (Weight 0.1) * Brown Cotton Slacks (Weight 0.1)
- Bronze Bastard Sword (Weight : 3) (Active : +10 STR , +2 AIM) Skills : - Refine Iron Ore (Crafting) - Turns 5 Iron Ore into 1 Iron Ingot through heat and brute force. Can use 2 times per turn.
???: "Just head east of the town, in those woods."
Good enough for directions. You exit the shop and, with the help of some street signs, figure out which way is east and head that way. It doesn't take that long for you to realize that while the town itself is well-lit with lanterns, the surrounding plains are nice and dark, the stars barely peaking through clouds.
Regardless, you head out into the dark, until you stop, because there's a really big river in the way.
<< Conditions : HP : 3/3 SP : 3/3 MP : 1/1
- Heavy Load (-3.5 AGI) - Carrying too many items.
Race : Human Description : Vesh is a short, unremarkable human being. Brown hair, eyes, white skin, no defining features. And he is an excellent marksman and an unreliable human being. Do not trust with anything you ever want to see again. Inventory (2.75/2) : * White Cotton Button-Down Shirt (Weight 0.1) * Brown Cotton Slacks (Weight 0.1)
Vesh asks the wizard guy for directions or something and then leaves.
The old coot turns his attention back to the light-haired girl.
Light-haired girl: "Two actually. One, I do lightning. Got anything that helps with that? Two, I need money. Got any work besides plushie... rescue?"
???: "Lightning, hmm?"
The wizard walks to the other side of the store, scanning the shelves before coming back with a 3-foot gnarled wooden staff and showing it to the light-haired girl.
???: "This staff amplifies spells that you cast. I don't think I have anything specifically lightning, though. As for other work, there isn't anything else I need done, unless if you want to try to go find me magic artifacts and trade them for something I have."
Erale: "I am Lightning.. and... What is this even? Why are these so interesting?"
Erale is holding a pair of golden cloth shears. The handles have intrace shapes of twisting vines and flowers.
???: "Hmm? Are those yours?"
<< Conditions : HP : 4/4 SP : 1/1 MP : 1/1
Race : Human Description : A tall, lanky man with lightly tanned skin. Wears his dark brown hair in a very tight tail at the base of his neck. He generally attempts to remain aloof and mysterious, if only because his true self is hopelessly mundane. He has no real talents to speak of, relying only on his uncanny luck to coast dimly through life. Inventory (2.75/4) : * White Cotton Button-Down Shirt (Weight 0.1) * Brown Cotton Slacks (Weight 0.1)
Vesh asks the wizard guy for directions or something and then leaves.
The old coot turns his attention back to Mikoto.
Mikoto: "Two actually. One, I do lightning. Got anything that helps with that? Two, I need money. Got any work besides plushie... rescue?"
???: "Lightning, hmm?"
The wizard walks to the other side of the store, scanning the shelves before coming back with a 3-foot gnarled wooden staff and showing it to Mikoto.
???: "This staff amplifies spells that you cast. I don't think I have anything specifically lightning, though. As for other work, there isn't anything else I need done, unless if you want to try to go find me magic artifacts and trade them for something I have."
"I am Lightning.. and... What is this even? Why are these so interesting?"
You pick up the pair of golden cloth shears. The handles have intrace shapes of twisting vines and flowers, and compared to every other item in the store, looks like it's in pristine condition, almost glowing with new-ness. Or something else.
- Golden Shears (Weight : 0.1)
???: "Hmm? Are those yours?"
<< Conditions : HP : 3/3 SP : 3/3 MP : 2.6/3
Race : Human Description : Scrappy Lass, and by all means, light and light-footed. Her build is more focused on her lower body, giving her a slight pear appearance. Otherwise she has her dark hair braided back into itself to keep it short, and has a penchant of for adorning it. Inventory (0.2/1) : * White Cotton Button-Down Shirt (Weight 0.1) * Brown Cotton Slacks (Weight 0.1)
Skills : - Lightning Bolt (Ranged Magic) (+1 INT , +1 AIM) (-1 SP) - Fire off a bolt of lightning.
You walk up and down beside the river, readying the spear to spear a fish.
"Where are you, you bloody fish."
The river doesn't change in the slightest. Not that you can see an inch into the black waters anyways. Something tells you that a fish that has a bounty on it isn't going to be a simple fishing job.
<< Conditions : HP : 4/4 SP : 3/3 MP : 1/1
Race : Human Description : A large, pale man with jet black hair. He has a thick build and a goatee with stubble. He doesn't move very fast, nor is he very smart. He is, however, as strong as an ox and as lucky as a leprechaun. Inventory (3.8/8) : * White Cotton Button-Down Shirt (Weight 0.1) * Brown Cotton Slacks (Weight 0.1)
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