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Vhalar 10th, 717
"Common Speech"
"Xanthean Speech"
"Common Speech"
"Xanthean Speech"
Qit was still avoiding the central areas of Scalvoris Town, lingering outside the wooden walls as the sky began to brighten the morning. There were still a few lingering wagons around the outside of the town, remnants of those that traveled here for the festivals. QIt'ria had found herself very annoyed with the hustle and bustle of the town proper, and was doing her best to avoid it. Too many pestersome people, too much talking to suit her. But lately Qit had been realizing she needed to practice a bit more with smaller throwing weapons. She had a few knives she never used. And she had her mother's bow that she still couldn't bring herself to take on a hunt. It was far too intimidating. Her mother was an amazing huntress, and her bow was not yet worth of one as fledgling as Qit'ria.
She needed them for smaller, faster prey, prey that using a javelin against would be foolish. Javelin were for bigger prey, for doing bigger damage. But they were slower. She needed to adapt her hunting methods to be able to hunt anything, and she needed to get stronger. To be worthy of her mother's bow. To become better than her mother. To be the best hunter in this world, and any others that may exist.
Which is why when the man with the ridiculous mustache approached her, she conceded and nodded at him. They'd spoken the day before, as he'd tried to get her to buy a new weapon of his, one he called a 'chakram'. She'd never seen such a blade, but loved the way it looked. But it was intimidating, putting one's hand within and around the blade. A hunter couldn't afford to lose many fingers and that thing looked like a trap.
"Oi lass, 'ch'you's up arly. Arly arro' gets the buck, amirite?"
"You talk weird. Still sell circle sword?"
The man guffawed loudly, "I tolja, its a called a Chakram. Ya ain' exactly a word smit' yourself lassie. 'ow's ten golds sound."
Qit'ria glared at the man, recognizing an insult when she'd heard one. It darkened as she realized he'd increased the price, "Day past five gold. I pay five. No more. Put five gold up you shit hole."
The man feigned to look stunned, before bursting out laughing once more, "Ay, a deal's a deal. Five golds. Can' blame an 'onest merchan' for tryin'"
Qit, annoyed, slammed down the five gold nels into the man's fat fingers, and he handed over the exotic looking weapon. Qit suspected it might be good for things like birds and squirrels and such. Wouldn't fly too far if she missed, wouldn't bury itself in dirt and disappear like an arrow. It was a tad heavier than she expect it to be, and as she held the center hilt, she found it awkward. How does one throw this with cutting themselves?
She pondered this as she walked away, starting to move past a pair of farmers arguing and crying.
"Geofoles, ya lazy slouch! Ya've ruined us by not takin' care of them mice! Now they's as big as dogs! What kinda farmer is ya?"
"Get off my back Liola! They's weren't a problem when they's was little!"
"We gonna lose our whole crop if we don't find someone to help kill them since you can't!"
"Well what in the hell are you doin, Li? Huh? Yellin' like always ya wench."
The woman slapped the man and the pair continued to fume while Qit stood nearby ogling her new chakram, turning it over and over, completely perplexed by how one might actually use this weapon.
Chakram = -5 GN
This is a guess, following this post I will request a price list submission, and edit this accordingly.
She needed them for smaller, faster prey, prey that using a javelin against would be foolish. Javelin were for bigger prey, for doing bigger damage. But they were slower. She needed to adapt her hunting methods to be able to hunt anything, and she needed to get stronger. To be worthy of her mother's bow. To become better than her mother. To be the best hunter in this world, and any others that may exist.
Which is why when the man with the ridiculous mustache approached her, she conceded and nodded at him. They'd spoken the day before, as he'd tried to get her to buy a new weapon of his, one he called a 'chakram'. She'd never seen such a blade, but loved the way it looked. But it was intimidating, putting one's hand within and around the blade. A hunter couldn't afford to lose many fingers and that thing looked like a trap.
"Oi lass, 'ch'you's up arly. Arly arro' gets the buck, amirite?"
"You talk weird. Still sell circle sword?"
The man guffawed loudly, "I tolja, its a called a Chakram. Ya ain' exactly a word smit' yourself lassie. 'ow's ten golds sound."
Qit'ria glared at the man, recognizing an insult when she'd heard one. It darkened as she realized he'd increased the price, "Day past five gold. I pay five. No more. Put five gold up you shit hole."
The man feigned to look stunned, before bursting out laughing once more, "Ay, a deal's a deal. Five golds. Can' blame an 'onest merchan' for tryin'"
Qit, annoyed, slammed down the five gold nels into the man's fat fingers, and he handed over the exotic looking weapon. Qit suspected it might be good for things like birds and squirrels and such. Wouldn't fly too far if she missed, wouldn't bury itself in dirt and disappear like an arrow. It was a tad heavier than she expect it to be, and as she held the center hilt, she found it awkward. How does one throw this with cutting themselves?
She pondered this as she walked away, starting to move past a pair of farmers arguing and crying.
"Geofoles, ya lazy slouch! Ya've ruined us by not takin' care of them mice! Now they's as big as dogs! What kinda farmer is ya?"
"Get off my back Liola! They's weren't a problem when they's was little!"
"We gonna lose our whole crop if we don't find someone to help kill them since you can't!"
"Well what in the hell are you doin, Li? Huh? Yellin' like always ya wench."
The woman slapped the man and the pair continued to fume while Qit stood nearby ogling her new chakram, turning it over and over, completely perplexed by how one might actually use this weapon.
Receipt
Chakram = -5 GN
This is a guess, following this post I will request a price list submission, and edit this accordingly.
Created by Yolande
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