ThatGazzer
Minds Eye Bind
- Location
- PNW
- Pronouns
- They/Them
[X] Picture 1
Glasses, Glasses, Glasses!
Glasses, Glasses, Glasses!
That-Shop-That-Was-Not-There-Yesterday Quest
- Thread starter Vocalend
- Start date
- Original
zero_breaker
Anti-Anti-Procrastination Decisive Weapon
- Location
- Buried in work
[X] Picture 2
not even a contest tbh
not even a contest tbh
- Location
- Somewhere else
[X] Picture 1
- Location
- United States
[X] Picture 1
2 & 3 are cool but I prefer less cool and more unassuming for a shopkeeper appearance. That leaves 1 & 4 and the bookish look seems fitting with what she's demonstrated so far.
2 & 3 are cool but I prefer less cool and more unassuming for a shopkeeper appearance. That leaves 1 & 4 and the bookish look seems fitting with what she's demonstrated so far.
Crafter of War
The Dorf
- Location
- Bend
ThatGuyWithIdeas
Treize died for our sins
- Location
- Romania
[X] Picture 4
- Location
- Italy
[X] Picture 2
1 wouldn't be bad as well
this seems interesting!
also, a possible item!
Converting Coin Pursue
This seemingly normal coin pursue can transform one type of currency into another at will, as long as they're composed of roughly the same materials. The money so obtained is indistinguishable from the real thing, and will pass any kind of forgery test. It can even be melted into the component metals.
You can only get a type of coin that has ever been placed into the pursue at least once in the past. It doesn't work on paper money.
Loved and recommended by traveling merchants and adventurers alike. Hated by bankers, who tried for decades to have it banned by law in many countries (and even succeded in some of them)
Optional: you need to sacrifice a coin of that type to have the pursue be capable of recreating it.
1 wouldn't be bad as well
this seems interesting!
also, a possible item!
Converting Coin Pursue
This seemingly normal coin pursue can transform one type of currency into another at will, as long as they're composed of roughly the same materials. The money so obtained is indistinguishable from the real thing, and will pass any kind of forgery test. It can even be melted into the component metals.
You can only get a type of coin that has ever been placed into the pursue at least once in the past. It doesn't work on paper money.
Loved and recommended by traveling merchants and adventurers alike. Hated by bankers, who tried for decades to have it banned by law in many countries (and even succeded in some of them)
Optional: you need to sacrifice a coin of that type to have the pursue be capable of recreating it.
I've been feeling slightly under the weather yesterday so sorry for the lack of replies. Update should be coming somewhere in the next four hours or so. And Avatar Vote is closed. Picture 1 will be used. For the questions and Write-Ins:
@Farsan, Spider Corset would be too impractical and hard to sell but the Buckler is a viable weapon and will be accepted.
@Pittauro, welcome to the Quest and the item is certainly interesting and under normal circumstances, I would accept it instantly but due to story reasons, I will hold off on approving it.
@Farsan, Spider Corset would be too impractical and hard to sell but the Buckler is a viable weapon and will be accepted.
For Alicia? Depending what sort of potions. She'd know her way around the basics of anything remotely magical in her life but she's more of a dabbler than a practitioner. Of course, that could change through the course of the Quest, depending on how things will go.
Certainly~ Approval voting is default allowed.
@Pittauro, welcome to the Quest and the item is certainly interesting and under normal circumstances, I would accept it instantly but due to story reasons, I will hold off on approving it.
- Location
- Somewhere
[X] Picture 1
Edit: disregard, just noticed the vote was closed.
Edit: disregard, just noticed the vote was closed.
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Crafter of War
The Dorf
- Location
- Bend
Ah, I meant in this setting. Sorry, should have been more specific.
- Location
- Italy
I can imagine a few possible reasons, so it's not unexpected.
Really, it might have made things a bit too easy depending on how important the "different world, different money" thing is.
Prologue V
You decide, after some deliberation, to simply just get up to the structure. You also decide to pick the weird dagger up and pocket it. It might come in handy.
It's quite a quaint building, you note as you walked. Why would someone only build a two-floor housing in the first place, with no defense to start with? Architect-Knights from all around should be able to make a makeshift fort in several hours but this is just...
... well, you suppose that's a secondary concern to the fact that there's an actual house in the middle of nowhere.
As you get closer though, you see things that you'd never thought possible. The house? You're willing to believe that.
But an Abomination in broad daylight? You double-check your vision to see if you're not hallucinating again. You regret that slightly because you now see multiple of them in broad daylight. Feeling of terror well up in your chest amongst the feeling of incredulity before you realize something else. They aren't moving. Some sort of markings of pure white circle and encase the unholy creatures. They screech, seeing your arrival, in near unison. You sigh as you unclasp the clasp holding your mace to your waist.
With a thought, you lit the head of the mace and swung the flame-encased weapon at the first Abomination in your sight.
---
"Ughhh... where am I?"
---
THUNK
The Abomination screeches louder in pain as the flaming mace hits the it, but unlike your expectations (and perhaps that thing itself_, it... didn't die. Or rather, it's not allowed to. You can see that the impact very much hurt it as you thought it would. But the restraints that bound it together is most definitely stopped and absorbed a lot of the blow. Normally, one hit from the mace would kill one of this in an instant.
Well, time to try hitting it some more then.
---
"... That wasn't a horrible dream at all, was it?"
---
It's a tedious, if cathartic, thing to do to simply whack every Abomination in the vicinity with your mace. You note several important things though. Some of the bindings seems a lot more worn than others, evidenced by the fact that they shatter and broke quicker than others. Which is definitely interesting, but you don't see how it is relevant to your interest.
Not when you can instead focus on the death-screams of these Fire-Damned foul creatures.
---
You examined your wounds. Seven stab wounds at the least, utter feeling of numbness in your back which you suspect to be from the fact that your spine was raked thoroughly by one of them and many more parts of your flesh utterly torn to shreds.
Oh, and you're blind in your left eye.
On the plus side, you're still alive. Yay for Lichdom.
Now if only if the goddamn things outside would stop screaming, that'd be nice.
---
You pant exhaustively, the light workout being at all unexpected, when you thought of something else, the violent urges dissipating to clarity.
Is there even anyone living in there? You suppose there should be. But how did they survive The Long Dark Moon? Whoever owned this abode must've wielded very strange divine blessings to allow for that sort of magic. Well, you'll know the answer once you knock the door now in front of you.
"Is there anyone in here?"
---
"Is there anyone in there?"
You stiffen hearing the strange words outside. The sounds don't sound like any language you know at all, but somehow you know the meaning behind what the speaker, who you can clearly identify as a man, is saying.
"Hello?"
You raise yourself up from the floor where you had lain unconscious. Despite the fact that by all rights you shouldn't be able to stand, you did anyway. You held Lark's Vengeance, bloodied in whatever the equivalent of the blood is for the beings, in your right hand. You'd hold the other Void Dagger in your left hand but with less than the recommended digits to hold it, you'll refrain from doing so.
The sun is out, the floor of your shop is dirty, some of your wares are strewn over on the ground, there's the corpse of the slender creature in front of the doorway missing its head, and there's (hopefully) a customer outside.
What will you even do now?
[] You'll fire back an answer to the visitor. You don't know the language that he's speaking but you'll give a fair shot anyway.
[] You'll go and immediately open the door. Sure, there's the problem of 'looking like you've exited a whirlwind made out of sharp objects', but you can only hope that your visitor to be... accepting of the circumstances.
[] Keep your silence and don't say anything, not until you've cleaned up... somehow. You're not sure you could even do that. All of the healing spells you know definitely takes longer than one day to even start healing your body... but you gotta try to do something else, right?
It's quite a quaint building, you note as you walked. Why would someone only build a two-floor housing in the first place, with no defense to start with? Architect-Knights from all around should be able to make a makeshift fort in several hours but this is just...
... well, you suppose that's a secondary concern to the fact that there's an actual house in the middle of nowhere.
As you get closer though, you see things that you'd never thought possible. The house? You're willing to believe that.
But an Abomination in broad daylight? You double-check your vision to see if you're not hallucinating again. You regret that slightly because you now see multiple of them in broad daylight. Feeling of terror well up in your chest amongst the feeling of incredulity before you realize something else. They aren't moving. Some sort of markings of pure white circle and encase the unholy creatures. They screech, seeing your arrival, in near unison. You sigh as you unclasp the clasp holding your mace to your waist.
With a thought, you lit the head of the mace and swung the flame-encased weapon at the first Abomination in your sight.
---
"Ughhh... where am I?"
---
THUNK
The Abomination screeches louder in pain as the flaming mace hits the it, but unlike your expectations (and perhaps that thing itself_, it... didn't die. Or rather, it's not allowed to. You can see that the impact very much hurt it as you thought it would. But the restraints that bound it together is most definitely stopped and absorbed a lot of the blow. Normally, one hit from the mace would kill one of this in an instant.
Well, time to try hitting it some more then.
---
"... That wasn't a horrible dream at all, was it?"
---
It's a tedious, if cathartic, thing to do to simply whack every Abomination in the vicinity with your mace. You note several important things though. Some of the bindings seems a lot more worn than others, evidenced by the fact that they shatter and broke quicker than others. Which is definitely interesting, but you don't see how it is relevant to your interest.
Not when you can instead focus on the death-screams of these Fire-Damned foul creatures.
---
You examined your wounds. Seven stab wounds at the least, utter feeling of numbness in your back which you suspect to be from the fact that your spine was raked thoroughly by one of them and many more parts of your flesh utterly torn to shreds.
Oh, and you're blind in your left eye.
On the plus side, you're still alive. Yay for Lichdom.
Now if only if the goddamn things outside would stop screaming, that'd be nice.
---
You pant exhaustively, the light workout being at all unexpected, when you thought of something else, the violent urges dissipating to clarity.
Is there even anyone living in there? You suppose there should be. But how did they survive The Long Dark Moon? Whoever owned this abode must've wielded very strange divine blessings to allow for that sort of magic. Well, you'll know the answer once you knock the door now in front of you.
"Is there anyone in here?"
---
"Is there anyone in there?"
You stiffen hearing the strange words outside. The sounds don't sound like any language you know at all, but somehow you know the meaning behind what the speaker, who you can clearly identify as a man, is saying.
"Hello?"
You raise yourself up from the floor where you had lain unconscious. Despite the fact that by all rights you shouldn't be able to stand, you did anyway. You held Lark's Vengeance, bloodied in whatever the equivalent of the blood is for the beings, in your right hand. You'd hold the other Void Dagger in your left hand but with less than the recommended digits to hold it, you'll refrain from doing so.
The sun is out, the floor of your shop is dirty, some of your wares are strewn over on the ground, there's the corpse of the slender creature in front of the doorway missing its head, and there's (hopefully) a customer outside.
What will you even do now?
[] You'll fire back an answer to the visitor. You don't know the language that he's speaking but you'll give a fair shot anyway.
[] You'll go and immediately open the door. Sure, there's the problem of 'looking like you've exited a whirlwind made out of sharp objects', but you can only hope that your visitor to be... accepting of the circumstances.
[] Keep your silence and don't say anything, not until you've cleaned up... somehow. You're not sure you could even do that. All of the healing spells you know definitely takes longer than one day to even start healing your body... but you gotta try to do something else, right?
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I'm sorry to say that even that is going to be rather unspecific, given the weirdness with multiple worlds. Did you meant to refer the world that Alicia came from?
Well, you'll see. I hope the result will surprise or intrigue you a bit~
Vote will be open for... twelve hours? Maybe shorter depending on how the vote swings.
Crafter of War
The Dorf
- Location
- Bend
Wait, hold it. Multiple worlds? Er, hang on, are we some sort of multi-dimensional magic shop or something like that?
- Location
- Italy
[X] You'll fire back an answer to the visitor. You don't know the language that he's speaking but you'll give a fair shot anyway.
-[X] Make a sales pitch while you clean yourself up to look less obviously fucked up.
we know our priorities
-[X] Make a sales pitch while you clean yourself up to look less obviously fucked up.
we know our priorities
...our shop just traveled to a different dimension