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Post by spike on Jun 11, 2013 10:38:19 GMT -8
Spike leaves his circle and begins to travel to southfort to aquire some magical components.
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Post by spike on Jun 14, 2013 8:52:47 GMT -8
As spike arrives, he heads over to the market place trying to find some components and some scrolls.
” Excuse me, might I ask, where can one find a.scroll vendor?
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Post by Soranal on Jun 22, 2013 16:47:01 GMT -8
The blacksmith gives Spike a quizzical look for a moment and then says, 'I know I've seen ye come through the market before, fella. Seems like you always ask the same question too. Now, until some traveling scroll merchant shows up... and I'm sure he'd be easy to spot, the only places to get scrolls remain the Quartermaster, if they got the supply, or the mage's guild. I know you've heard this before mate, so why do you keep asking?'
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Post by radonious on Jul 2, 2013 23:47:32 GMT -8
"Because he's pig headed and slow to learn." A man in bright red smiles, his grin teasing as he glances sideways at Spike. His forehead is emblazoned with a symbol of fire, and his bright eyes are cheerful as he glances over the Sarr. "As always, if I recall correctly." He chuckles.
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Yesenia
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Post by Yesenia on Jul 3, 2013 1:23:23 GMT -8
Yesenia silently stalked through the streets of the town following the men who had saved her life that day from the "Loco flying huevo stealer!". When she thought one of them might see her she would duck into a shadow or behind a passerby not wanting to be conspicuous. Her ears twitched and turned in the direction of the conversation the two men where having, something about scrolls. "How boring. Yet, what in the name of vino tinto de mesa was a mage?" She thought to herself "I wonder if it taste good in sopa de albóndigas?"Quietly she crept up to the two standing behind the man in red and slowly placed her clawed fingers on his shoulders, the soft finger pads pushed into his flesh under his red laced shirt. "Hola, I see you twoo are talking bout scrowwls and mages and stoof. Since we are all talkin' bout selling tings. I have chicharrones de cerdo." she smiled wide as sharp k9's flashed white in the light of the dwindling sun. ;D She held up a paper bag of something fried that looked light and crisp but deep fried. "Isss good fer ju." she opened the bag and popped one in her mouth, savoring the crunch. "Isss picante ..how you say...spicy." She looked around, curious, chewing on the fried thing. "Where is niño?" She slowly let her free paw slide from the Red man's shoulder with a friendly squeeze. She then offered the two some of the fried goodies from her paper bag.
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