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"Anytime. I'm always a deal away." He tells him before getting up and walking out of the bar. To find the next deal.
I've defected to TWP XD
"Well hehhe you've come to the right place for that." He suddenly spins a card summoning 3 creatures, a Wyvern, Wendigo and a Hell Hound.
"I've got too many Hell Houndsssss at home. The other two, though..." He trailed off, watching them.
The Wyvern was calm and thinking looking at the Group. While the Wendigo appeared more beastly and savage looking with confusion yet excitement as long as it can kill.
"Wyvernssss are sssso... uninteressssting." He nodded towards the Wendigo. "That, however..." He turned to the merchant. "How many ssssoulsss can I offer?"
"For the Wendigo its atleast 100 souls for the other things you may need to contain it, it really loves killing...." The man says.
The Wyvern angered at the choice sends a beam of Electricity into the ceiling of the City's Cave.
Relations evaporated I guess? I dunno, am not in that part of government, nor do I speak for TEP (which I definitely can assure after becoming the 2020 Laughingstock of the World Assembly)
Varessil looked unimpressed. He tossed the merchant a coin like the one before, and explained how it works. "I'm ssssearching for sssimilar essstablisshmentsss. Could you point me in the right direction?"
"Well ther is only 3 including me-" The man is stopped when the Wyvern teleports away and then reappears eating a Manticore whole, "Oh my! Spit that out now!" The Man said while the Wyvern rolled its eyes and ate it.
Varessil ignores the Wyvern. "Damn worm. Now, you were sssssssssaying?"
"Yes it's a Little Nuisance. Now there is 1 more but it's quite hidden. It's owned by a Orc and its on... Apin Alley." The Man says.
"Where isssss that?"
"Its next to the Main Square and wraps around the Main Building where Naxio stays." The Mans says as he turns the Wyvern into a card.
"Naxio," Varessil repeats with disgust. Apin Alley. Thank you." Varessil finds the Scy-Re and Tavari and leads them towards it.
When they get there they see the Shop. On the Desk was a Staff, in a Cage a Skeleton Dragon and a crate of artifacts.
"Greetingssssss," Varessil says, as the Tavari and Scy-Re pretended to be bodyguards.
"Hallo there. What do ya need." The Orc replies brutishly due to Orc Nature.
That seems typical of humans too, just saying
I know. But more of a Orc accent.
"I knew an Orc once. A King. Nasssssty fellow. Only cared about sssspilling blood. He had a dragon. What do you have to offer in that crate?"
"Well not all orcs are Bloood Thirsty. And well, certain Crystals, a captured demon in a ring, books, a Piece of a Legendary artifact that could turn a whole kingdom to under your control by controlling them and so on." The Orc said in his thick accent.
"I'm not in that bussssinesss really. Massster isss, though. What elsssse? And what kind of bookssss?"
"Well books on the types of Dark Magic, How about to create a being, how to revive a demon or creature. There's also books on turning small creatures into powerful warriors then back at your will and so on."
Douglas MacArthur to Dwight D. Eisenhower: "Have you ever heard the tragedy of Julius Caesar the savior?"
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