Treasures of the Sky
Seventh Day of the Eighth Month 293 AC
After some thought and looking over the beasts you decide against buying any. Lya makes a decent point that the Legion's Darkenbeasts are more powerful in the air and more frightful against a foe on the ground, lacking only in looks, a concern for knights and nobles perhaps. Even so you have enough Hippogriffs to gift to tourney winners and the knightly order Waymar wishes to raise would be better served partnering with the Skyborn Griffons over beasts only as clever as a horse and with the vicious instincts of a hawk.
Your steps then take you in search of something more precious and far more rare than any of the winged beasts of the bazaar, a memory of elder times, a gift perhaps to Waymar, the blessed bronze of Elysium. Alas that while you find a few pieces of the rare metal in the hands of collectors and mages, all of it is part of some larger enchantment from plaques with the look of astrolabes that measure the eddies of planar conjunctions to delicate scales for measuring out alchemical reagents, no one is willing to sell in any meaningful quantity, certainly not for a price that would be worth it to scavenge the metal alone.
45 lbs of Elysian Bronze found for a total cost of 800 IM/lbs
What do you do?
[] Buy some
[] Move on
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Eight Day of the Eighth Month 293 AC
"So honey is no longer worth its weight in silver?" you sigh, looking over the proposals for trade.
"There are rumors in the city that some enterprising Djinn simply bought hives, flowering plants, and set up a local supply of honey," the Astral Currents clerk explains. "There still looks to be a small margin in 'authentic honey,' but it is not large enough to continue trading in for the realm when there are more profitable goods like furs, wine, and amber. Actually, amber seems to be our strongest export, particularly the rare pieces that have bugs in them. Maybe it has something to do with magic...?" he trails off questioningly.
"Amber is just very old sap that turned to stone," Lya replies. "The insects are there sometimes because that's what sap is for." She pauses a moment. "I suppose it could be used in spells with a focus on entrapment or stasis." Like the one you had placed on the murderous sorcerer from Lys, you recall, resolving to interrogate him when you have the time.
Lost 6,500,000 IM (Gold Reserve)
Gained 4,000,000 Wind Silk Notes and 4,000,000 Glassteel Scepters (Currency reserve)
You are certainly not of any mind to scoff at a profit of a million-and-a-half marks for the exchange, enough to comfortably cover all your purchases in the City of the Winds so far, including, you hope, a new commission for warding talismans of the highest order to ward your friends from the sight of all save the gods themselves.
Gained 3x Mind Blank items; 10x +1 Soulfire Mithral Bracers (Previous commission)
Gained 2x Titan Tools
Lost 80,000 IM
"Yes, I am
quite aware of the war being that I am involved in it and signed the very treaty that moved the Sultan to aid the Peerless Empire..." It is not often that taking dragon shape is a valid negotiating tactic. When faced with a sorcerer who is powerful enough to work spells of the ninth circle it is one of them. "This is anything but a trivial request. Tens of thousands of lives could hang upon whether I can act beyond the sight of my foes."
The ancient Djinn sorcerer, the only one among his kindred whom you have ever seen to look elderly for whatever reason huffs, the act sending a gust of wind through the plaza seemingly in an absent-minded gesture. "Very well, I will see to it that your purchases are given priority as they have the past month, but I cannot promise you that we will be able to continue at this rate."
Commissioned 4 Mind Blank Items
Lost 88,000 IM
You idly wonder if the mage before you is in some way involved in uncovering the powers and perils of the ice dragon heart, but you do not ask, seeking out your contacts at the palace. Once again you are not able to directly meet any high officials, but you are handed a report written on an impossibly thin adamantine sheet. You raise an eyebrow at the unusual material, though you discover it is simply the traditional means of carrying royal writ.
Lya's own interest in the message's material quickly wanes besides the contents: "It's still alive..." The report is at once fascinating and sobering. It seems the ice-heart was found to be animate, though neither technically alive nor undead by the Djinn scholars. It had seemingly attempted to commune with one of the younger mages in a manner he found unsettling. 'An emptiness that feeds upon itself, a contagious want' is how he had described the experience to his fellows before being assigned to the mind healers to ensure his thoughts had not been warped in any persistent manner.
All studies were then directed towards either appeasing or exorcising this presence.
"Probably best that we did not keep that in our possession, then," you conclude, setting the message aside.
"Careful there, I think your cloak just grumbled, or was that your stomach?" Lya jests.
After lunch you head out in search of a location to construct a planar terminus among the many wards of the city. As you are in very good standing with the Sultan as well as the great merchant Houses you easily find a number of potential spots to raise the passageway. However, the matter is complicated by the fact that unlike the cavern where you had built the other terminus, Armun Kelisk has rules regarding the number of private guards one is allowed to hold within the city, no more than one hundred... but the allotment for Djinn nobles is a far more generous thousand. You wonder if you might gain a formal title of nobility from the Sultan, perhaps for aid in battle.
What do you do?
[] Work within the present limitations (Cost of land 30,000 IM)
-[] Write in garrison composition
[] Discreetly ask about gaining a formal title of nobility from the Djinn
[] Write in
OOC: This feels a little scattered, but we need to get through it in a reasonable amount of time, so here it is.