Manical laughter filled the air, his clothes torn asunder, skin burned, yet smiling all the same.
" Tis done, I am free of that blasted bitch, my soul now belongs to my son. I am free of any calling, free to do as I wish. My allies have parted long before this, not that they matter. heh, time for a new shell".
He wandered from the portal to the inn, walking up to the illithad.
"I want to buy some of your left overs, an drow perhaps."
A projection in his mind "I wish no slave trade today."
"I said left overs as in what you do not eat for lunch".
Another projection "ah I see, sure take away the trash for say 200 jink."
putting the gold on the counter he followed the squid to the slave pen watched him choose and eat his lunch. Kicking the remains to his direction, Simon simplely removed its head and incinerated the rest with some arcane words.
There was some sort of words the squid tried to say, but he was not wanting to let it in. Fadding to shadows it was time to get to work. The gruesome task of remaking the mask that shattered.
"aye....ya name ....heh figured..." Speaking to the item as he poured magic through it adding its finished touch.
The merchant tyrant returned to town, his new mask and tattered clothes. Who needed to look the part of royalty in this portion Shiv called the abyss. Sigil, had no desert, no sand, no sun, it was hell a profitable hell.
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Imus crumpled the diamond over the gloves muttering an enchantment, going over the gestures. This was a test failure would be unforgiven, the lad was naive. Shiv had found him weeks ago, peddling wares offering enchantments.
"For a spooky fellow, you have nice wares I do hope to enchant things as well".
"Grand lad...'haps ya can work for me. *exhales smoke* seek'n an apprentice if'n y will'n an can survive me train'n".
The idiot just laughed and agreed thinking shiv was joking. Like so many other times Imus laughed figuring it was a jest, Though Shiv's jest were typically a hidden threat, a promise.
"Master when will I see you without a mask?"
"Tis a cost ta dat lad, high price".
"Well put it on my tab as I become a great enchanter I am sure to be able to pay it".
*tilting his head to the side peering into Imus's eyes* "Ya agree ta pay wit out know'n de price? Fair 'nuff".
Weeks went by as the apprentice improved able to keep up with his studies with raw talent alone. Shiv was far from impressed, talent will get you known, skill will keep you alive. In an attempt to enlighten Imus, Shiv crafted a special necklace. Using a mixture of gold, sand and his own blood the metal forged into a nice necklace holding the enchantment well.
Holding his new toy up for inspection Shiv looked over to see the lads face. Shrugging he took out a gem from his helm and put it into the necklace. The gem inserted caused the flow of red mist to travel in a stream between Shiv and the necklace. He looked over and waited, a test to see how much wits Imus had.
"Take the rest off master, how scary is your face?"
Failure, he asked about the mask? A dozen other questions would have been wiser, "what is the mist?", "what does it do?", "why is your eye purple".
"ya know lad, tis a cost 'n ya agreed ta it 'n time will show ya".
So it was time for a last test to see if Imus was worth letting breath. Was a simple enchanting of a gauntlet yet many things were set improper on purpose to see what he caught. Shiv's pipe was not the only one smoking, seems Imus missed the explosive rune written into the scroll along with a dozen other mistakes.
"For a spooky fellow, you have nice wares I do hope to enchant things as well".
"Grand lad...'haps ya can work for me. *exhales smoke* seek'n an apprentice if'n y will'n an can survive me train'n".
The idiot just laughed and agreed thinking shiv was joking. Like so many other times Imus laughed figuring it was a jest, Though Shiv's jest were typically a hidden threat, a promise.
"Master when will I see you without a mask?"
"Tis a cost ta dat lad, high price".
"Well put it on my tab as I become a great enchanter I am sure to be able to pay it".
*tilting his head to the side peering into Imus's eyes* "Ya agree ta pay wit out know'n de price? Fair 'nuff".
Weeks went by as the apprentice improved able to keep up with his studies with raw talent alone. Shiv was far from impressed, talent will get you known, skill will keep you alive. In an attempt to enlighten Imus, Shiv crafted a special necklace. Using a mixture of gold, sand and his own blood the metal forged into a nice necklace holding the enchantment well.
Holding his new toy up for inspection Shiv looked over to see the lads face. Shrugging he took out a gem from his helm and put it into the necklace. The gem inserted caused the flow of red mist to travel in a stream between Shiv and the necklace. He looked over and waited, a test to see how much wits Imus had.
"Take the rest off master, how scary is your face?"
Failure, he asked about the mask? A dozen other questions would have been wiser, "what is the mist?", "what does it do?", "why is your eye purple".
"ya know lad, tis a cost 'n ya agreed ta it 'n time will show ya".
So it was time for a last test to see if Imus was worth letting breath. Was a simple enchanting of a gauntlet yet many things were set improper on purpose to see what he caught. Shiv's pipe was not the only one smoking, seems Imus missed the explosive rune written into the scroll along with a dozen other mistakes.
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Abyss still has a laugh, sweating blood and turning it to ash as it exits his skin. The warmth of the desert a faded memory, only to find comfort in a realm of ice. This was the last place he wanted to be, and it was getting on his nerves.
"Sands taint no different den acid, 'n now tis ice dat 'ave ta be 'round ta deal wit dis heat....Taint free yet just 'ave a different master...."
Grumbling while returning to sigil, it was time to try to turn some jink. Yet ever were was merchants, new merchants he did not know. Enchanters, weapon salesmen, and all his typical things to turn a few jink. If there was the typical allies around who for a few jink would "talk" to these merchants into setting their prices would be easier to deal with them.
Perhaps it was time for Finlad to do a little shopping to see exactly what these merchants sell and at what prices. Maybe seek to create a group for them to deal with so they work together.
*dark chuckle*
Then a new voice interrupted his moment of fun "ah Shiv i have heard of you the merchant of sorts"
Turning to face the blue fellow "oh lad?"
"aye you ask two questions, how much, and what do you want. Here is a scroll of what a desire and I offer 3 kings tears for it"
Nodding agreement he, "aye fine, though 'ave ta be able to contact ya some 'ow lad after I acquire it".
Blue stranger just smirked,"Just stab a back alley with the message as you always do, I willl see it once you put it on that wall".
Shiv agreed, it was just as his standard job, if he knew noting he was not responsible a nice thin line of protection. After the blue fellow left he looked at the scroll "Dagger of Souls". A blade to hold the condemned from the abyss into a dagger prison. Sort of it was an interesting and useful item something Shiv needs. A smart fellow giving something he just happen to need, to easy, something is not right yet never said when he would give the dagger after acquiring it.
Finishing his pipe he tapped it out onto his boot and headed to the sewers. It was time to create some entertainment. Only cost him one Kings tear gem to hire some thugs to rough up local merchants looking for "Rat flail of undead mushing", an item that does not exist should create much entertainment. Plus he said he was missing about a dozen variants so if they do find one still will keep seeking getting a thousand gold per item he lost returned.
Which of course meant that he would just kill the thugs seeing he lost nothing and was not needing to give them anything. Yet it would prove enjoyable to create trouble to force the merchants to bad together, falling into his hands one at a time.
"Sands taint no different den acid, 'n now tis ice dat 'ave ta be 'round ta deal wit dis heat....Taint free yet just 'ave a different master...."
Grumbling while returning to sigil, it was time to try to turn some jink. Yet ever were was merchants, new merchants he did not know. Enchanters, weapon salesmen, and all his typical things to turn a few jink. If there was the typical allies around who for a few jink would "talk" to these merchants into setting their prices would be easier to deal with them.
Perhaps it was time for Finlad to do a little shopping to see exactly what these merchants sell and at what prices. Maybe seek to create a group for them to deal with so they work together.
*dark chuckle*
Then a new voice interrupted his moment of fun "ah Shiv i have heard of you the merchant of sorts"
Turning to face the blue fellow "oh lad?"
"aye you ask two questions, how much, and what do you want. Here is a scroll of what a desire and I offer 3 kings tears for it"
Nodding agreement he, "aye fine, though 'ave ta be able to contact ya some 'ow lad after I acquire it".
Blue stranger just smirked,"Just stab a back alley with the message as you always do, I willl see it once you put it on that wall".
Shiv agreed, it was just as his standard job, if he knew noting he was not responsible a nice thin line of protection. After the blue fellow left he looked at the scroll "Dagger of Souls". A blade to hold the condemned from the abyss into a dagger prison. Sort of it was an interesting and useful item something Shiv needs. A smart fellow giving something he just happen to need, to easy, something is not right yet never said when he would give the dagger after acquiring it.
Finishing his pipe he tapped it out onto his boot and headed to the sewers. It was time to create some entertainment. Only cost him one Kings tear gem to hire some thugs to rough up local merchants looking for "Rat flail of undead mushing", an item that does not exist should create much entertainment. Plus he said he was missing about a dozen variants so if they do find one still will keep seeking getting a thousand gold per item he lost returned.
Which of course meant that he would just kill the thugs seeing he lost nothing and was not needing to give them anything. Yet it would prove enjoyable to create trouble to force the merchants to bad together, falling into his hands one at a time.