Stanley Burrell
05-18-2006, 08:37 AM
A tanned leather sheath. (Unused spring-loaded sheath: Lots of craziness.) Price = haggle.
SHOW: At first glance, the leather sheath looks expensive and finely made. However, if one looks closely, it's obvious that this item is a shoddy replica of something one would expect from a high-class armorer. Its imperfections take the form of poorly cut edges, and misaligned seams that run the length of the piece. Curiously, along the sheath's back is a small metallic catch, protruding from the leather like a little, crooked arm.
You carefully examine the leather sheath and determine that the weight is about 2 pounds. (Holds one weapon.)
In the leather sheath you see a flat wicker button.
(PUSH the button to send any weapon from it [the sheath] flying into an open hand. Activating the sheath while it's unloaded/holding non-weaponry is a *BAD* idea and will eventually break the button. If you do break it, the sheath will self-fix itself 2-3 times before finally breaking. This takes incredible talent/stupidity to achieve.)
Your quarter staff comes flying out of the sheath and slaps into your right hand.
A quarter staff comes flying out of the sheath that The Guy is wearing and into his right hand.
A (sleeping/staring/growling/grimacing/smiling/frowning/sneezing/snorting/grinning/weeping) [morphing]) coppery iguana mask. Price = 4m flat.
SHOW: The mask has been crafted out of haphazardly inlaid scraps of tarnished copper, giving the mask a rugged look and a rough texture. The two eye sockets, carved irregularly into the iguana's face, have been inset with transparent, crudely-cut emeralds.
You loop the strap of a snorting coppery iguana mask around the back of your head and fit it over your face.
You grab the coppery iguana mask confidently by the chin and pull it off over your head with a flourish.
The features of the mask twist into an unrecognizable spiral of lines and channels before settling into a sleeping/staring/growling/grimacing/smiling/frowning/sneezing/snorting/grinning/weeping coppery iguana mask.
A crisp black-inked note. (Dark Assassin note.) Price = 1m flat/ridiculous offer.
SHOW: A single sentence has been scribed across the page in midnight black ink. A neat three-inch-long slash mars the top of the note.
There appears to be something written on it.
In the Common language, it reads:
Those who speak ill of their masters must watch their step.
Lab coat and key set. Price = something in the double digits followed by the m sign. Haggle my way:
A potion-stained alchemist's laboratory coat.
You estimate that a potion-stained alchemist's laboratory coat can store a large amount with enough space for any number of items. (Weighs 2, holds 60.)
You determine that you could wear the coat anywhere on your body.
A red iron skeleton key.
SHOW: The skeleton key is constructed from what appears to be a mix and match of broken bones. The bones are drilled through and threaded with brass wire to form a miniature skeleton. Clasped within the tiny bony arms is a tiny skeleton key.
You remove a red iron skeleton key from your wrist.
You close a potion-stained alchemist's laboratory coat.
You hear a click as it locks.
(You hear a click as such-and-such locks a potion-stained alchemist's laboratory coat.)
You hear a click as it unlocks.
(You hear a click as so-and-so unlocks a potion-stained alchemist's laboratory coat.)
You attach a red iron skeleton key to your wrist.
As you bring your skeleton key to your mouth to kiss it the skeletal face unfreezes and bites your lip, causing you to almost drop the key in surprise! You gape in astonishment at the key. You are stunned!
(The guy brings his skeleton key to his mouth. All the color drains from his face as he stares at his skeleton key, shaking his head in disbelief.)
You hold your skeleton key by the it's legs and spin it overhead. As it spins, an eerie, earsplitting wail echoes from it.
(The guy spins his skeleton key around in a circle overhead. As it spins, a horrid earsplitting wail echoes from the skeleton key.)
You buff your skeleton key to a gleaming shine. You hold it up to the light, then give it one more rub.
(The guy buffs his skeleton key bringing it to a gleaming shine. He holds it up to the light, before giving it a final rub.)
You gently tap your skeleton key. The skeletal key unfreezes and flails and claws at the end of its chain for a moment, before reverting back.
(The guy taps his skeleton key. The skeleton key unfreezes and flails and claws at the end of its chain before reverting back.)
You grasp your skeleton key by the legs and give it a good shake! The bones creak as the skeletal face unfreezes and gives off a horrible wail! You nearly drop your key in surprise!
(The guy grasps his skeleton key by the legs and gives it a good shake! A horrible wail comes from the skeleton key as he looks up in surprise.)
You turn your skeleton key over and examine it for flaws. The skeleton unfreezes for a moment and reaches up and pinches your nose! You drop the skeleton key as you reach up to rub your battered nose.
You are stunned.
(The guy turns his skeleton key over to examine it. The skeleton unfreezes for a moment and reaches up and pinches his nose! The guy drops the skeleton key as he reaches up to rub his battered nose.)
This is a merchant made key made way before the invention of lockmastery, for those asking. Also for those asking, its actual lock, in lock mode, is absolutely insane (-7000 something) and cannot be bashed or popped open (there is no way to open the pin-worn coat without its key.)
A rotten ironwood birdcage. Price = Haggle.
SHOW: The battered bars of this birdcage have miraculously withstood ages of futile pecking by its unfortunate prisoners. The cold, rusty base of the birdcage is littered with decaying refuse of many unlucky avians. Some fossilized bird seed is scattered aimlessly about the birdcage in dire hopes of attracting another unsuspecting victim.
You estimate that a rotten ironwood birdcage can store a medium-sized amount with enough space for several items.
You determine that you could wear the birdcage, attaching it to your belt.
You open a rotten ironwood birdcage.
In the ironwood birdcage you see a dead owl, a dead pigeon, a dead lovebird, a dead canary and a dead goose.
You remove a dead lovebird from in your ironwood birdcage.
For some reason, you lick your dead lovebird.
You give your dead lovebird a warm hug, politely ignoring the dark ooze that seeps onto your shoulder.
You poke your dead lovebird. It doesn't move.
You pet your dead lovebird. It doesn't seem very interested in your affection.
You flap the wings of your dead lovebird in a fair imitation of flight.
You discipline your dead lovebird. That should teach it!
You give your dead lovebird an affectionate kiss, hardly even noticing the smell.
You give your dead lovebird a friendly little tickle on the belly. Hmm, it must not be very ticklish.
The First edition Past Pets will be included.
A sabre-toothed toy bunny with curly green fur and sparkling pink sapphire eyes. 1.5m flat.
You give your toy bunny a warm hug.
Some blackened steel battle chain set with thick steel-spiked vaalin shoulder plates. Price = Haggle.
Careful examination indicates the steel battle chain has a base strength of 99 and a base durability of 445. You also determine the current integrity of the steel battle chain to be at 100.0%.
Examining the chain closely, it looks like it's somewhat padded against critical blows.
You carefully examine the steel battle chain and determine that the weight is about 19 pounds.
...you to conclude that it is chain armor that covers the torso, arms, legs, neck, and head.
Some cold steel dice. Basic 6-sided pair of dice. Altered. Price = Haggle.
SHOW: These dice have been painstakingly crafted to produce twelve perfect right angles and six commensurate sides. A toss of these dice would create only the most honest and fair results. Each of the pips on the ones have been inset with two tiny green emeralds and engraving extends from them in a sinuous fashion.
An ancient bone-spined tome. I have a couple of bookmarks that I'll gladly throw in. First 2.5m flat.
SHOW: The yellowing faded pages of this ancient tome have spidery script detailing the deaths of thousands of adventurers. Each entry records their name, the year and cause of their life's end, each death considerably brutal and gruesome. Blood is caked across several pages in sharp contrast to the ominous starkness of the final blank page.
You estimate that an ancient bone-spined tome can store a very small amount with enough space for a couple of items.
You carefully open an ancient bone-spined tome.
You run your hand along the cover of your bone-spined tome thoughtfully.
The Guy runs his hand along the cover of his bone-spined tome thoughtfully.
You carefully slip the flame red satin bookmark between the pages of your bone-spined tome.
In the bone-spined tome you see a gold-tipped flame red satin bookmark and a hole-ridden boot.
You gently close an ancient bone-spined tome.
You gently press down on the binding of your bone-spined tome.
The Guy gently presses down on the binding of his bone-spined tome.
You quietly peruse the passages in your bone-spined tome.
The Guy quietly peruses the pages in his bone-spined tome with a contemplative look upon his face.
You turn the page in your bone-spined tome.
The Guy turns the page in his bone-spined tome.
A fully-furnished, three room Teras shop. First 3.5m flat/ridiculous offer.
A perfect maple-hafted vultite morning-star. Self-explanatory. 8m flat.
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For the most part, I will not be accepting trades.
Please PM me with any questions and/or send your Emails with a descriptive header to BenG718@AOL.com, please.
Thanks everyone :)
SHOW: At first glance, the leather sheath looks expensive and finely made. However, if one looks closely, it's obvious that this item is a shoddy replica of something one would expect from a high-class armorer. Its imperfections take the form of poorly cut edges, and misaligned seams that run the length of the piece. Curiously, along the sheath's back is a small metallic catch, protruding from the leather like a little, crooked arm.
You carefully examine the leather sheath and determine that the weight is about 2 pounds. (Holds one weapon.)
In the leather sheath you see a flat wicker button.
(PUSH the button to send any weapon from it [the sheath] flying into an open hand. Activating the sheath while it's unloaded/holding non-weaponry is a *BAD* idea and will eventually break the button. If you do break it, the sheath will self-fix itself 2-3 times before finally breaking. This takes incredible talent/stupidity to achieve.)
Your quarter staff comes flying out of the sheath and slaps into your right hand.
A quarter staff comes flying out of the sheath that The Guy is wearing and into his right hand.
A (sleeping/staring/growling/grimacing/smiling/frowning/sneezing/snorting/grinning/weeping) [morphing]) coppery iguana mask. Price = 4m flat.
SHOW: The mask has been crafted out of haphazardly inlaid scraps of tarnished copper, giving the mask a rugged look and a rough texture. The two eye sockets, carved irregularly into the iguana's face, have been inset with transparent, crudely-cut emeralds.
You loop the strap of a snorting coppery iguana mask around the back of your head and fit it over your face.
You grab the coppery iguana mask confidently by the chin and pull it off over your head with a flourish.
The features of the mask twist into an unrecognizable spiral of lines and channels before settling into a sleeping/staring/growling/grimacing/smiling/frowning/sneezing/snorting/grinning/weeping coppery iguana mask.
A crisp black-inked note. (Dark Assassin note.) Price = 1m flat/ridiculous offer.
SHOW: A single sentence has been scribed across the page in midnight black ink. A neat three-inch-long slash mars the top of the note.
There appears to be something written on it.
In the Common language, it reads:
Those who speak ill of their masters must watch their step.
Lab coat and key set. Price = something in the double digits followed by the m sign. Haggle my way:
A potion-stained alchemist's laboratory coat.
You estimate that a potion-stained alchemist's laboratory coat can store a large amount with enough space for any number of items. (Weighs 2, holds 60.)
You determine that you could wear the coat anywhere on your body.
A red iron skeleton key.
SHOW: The skeleton key is constructed from what appears to be a mix and match of broken bones. The bones are drilled through and threaded with brass wire to form a miniature skeleton. Clasped within the tiny bony arms is a tiny skeleton key.
You remove a red iron skeleton key from your wrist.
You close a potion-stained alchemist's laboratory coat.
You hear a click as it locks.
(You hear a click as such-and-such locks a potion-stained alchemist's laboratory coat.)
You hear a click as it unlocks.
(You hear a click as so-and-so unlocks a potion-stained alchemist's laboratory coat.)
You attach a red iron skeleton key to your wrist.
As you bring your skeleton key to your mouth to kiss it the skeletal face unfreezes and bites your lip, causing you to almost drop the key in surprise! You gape in astonishment at the key. You are stunned!
(The guy brings his skeleton key to his mouth. All the color drains from his face as he stares at his skeleton key, shaking his head in disbelief.)
You hold your skeleton key by the it's legs and spin it overhead. As it spins, an eerie, earsplitting wail echoes from it.
(The guy spins his skeleton key around in a circle overhead. As it spins, a horrid earsplitting wail echoes from the skeleton key.)
You buff your skeleton key to a gleaming shine. You hold it up to the light, then give it one more rub.
(The guy buffs his skeleton key bringing it to a gleaming shine. He holds it up to the light, before giving it a final rub.)
You gently tap your skeleton key. The skeletal key unfreezes and flails and claws at the end of its chain for a moment, before reverting back.
(The guy taps his skeleton key. The skeleton key unfreezes and flails and claws at the end of its chain before reverting back.)
You grasp your skeleton key by the legs and give it a good shake! The bones creak as the skeletal face unfreezes and gives off a horrible wail! You nearly drop your key in surprise!
(The guy grasps his skeleton key by the legs and gives it a good shake! A horrible wail comes from the skeleton key as he looks up in surprise.)
You turn your skeleton key over and examine it for flaws. The skeleton unfreezes for a moment and reaches up and pinches your nose! You drop the skeleton key as you reach up to rub your battered nose.
You are stunned.
(The guy turns his skeleton key over to examine it. The skeleton unfreezes for a moment and reaches up and pinches his nose! The guy drops the skeleton key as he reaches up to rub his battered nose.)
This is a merchant made key made way before the invention of lockmastery, for those asking. Also for those asking, its actual lock, in lock mode, is absolutely insane (-7000 something) and cannot be bashed or popped open (there is no way to open the pin-worn coat without its key.)
A rotten ironwood birdcage. Price = Haggle.
SHOW: The battered bars of this birdcage have miraculously withstood ages of futile pecking by its unfortunate prisoners. The cold, rusty base of the birdcage is littered with decaying refuse of many unlucky avians. Some fossilized bird seed is scattered aimlessly about the birdcage in dire hopes of attracting another unsuspecting victim.
You estimate that a rotten ironwood birdcage can store a medium-sized amount with enough space for several items.
You determine that you could wear the birdcage, attaching it to your belt.
You open a rotten ironwood birdcage.
In the ironwood birdcage you see a dead owl, a dead pigeon, a dead lovebird, a dead canary and a dead goose.
You remove a dead lovebird from in your ironwood birdcage.
For some reason, you lick your dead lovebird.
You give your dead lovebird a warm hug, politely ignoring the dark ooze that seeps onto your shoulder.
You poke your dead lovebird. It doesn't move.
You pet your dead lovebird. It doesn't seem very interested in your affection.
You flap the wings of your dead lovebird in a fair imitation of flight.
You discipline your dead lovebird. That should teach it!
You give your dead lovebird an affectionate kiss, hardly even noticing the smell.
You give your dead lovebird a friendly little tickle on the belly. Hmm, it must not be very ticklish.
The First edition Past Pets will be included.
A sabre-toothed toy bunny with curly green fur and sparkling pink sapphire eyes. 1.5m flat.
You give your toy bunny a warm hug.
Some blackened steel battle chain set with thick steel-spiked vaalin shoulder plates. Price = Haggle.
Careful examination indicates the steel battle chain has a base strength of 99 and a base durability of 445. You also determine the current integrity of the steel battle chain to be at 100.0%.
Examining the chain closely, it looks like it's somewhat padded against critical blows.
You carefully examine the steel battle chain and determine that the weight is about 19 pounds.
...you to conclude that it is chain armor that covers the torso, arms, legs, neck, and head.
Some cold steel dice. Basic 6-sided pair of dice. Altered. Price = Haggle.
SHOW: These dice have been painstakingly crafted to produce twelve perfect right angles and six commensurate sides. A toss of these dice would create only the most honest and fair results. Each of the pips on the ones have been inset with two tiny green emeralds and engraving extends from them in a sinuous fashion.
An ancient bone-spined tome. I have a couple of bookmarks that I'll gladly throw in. First 2.5m flat.
SHOW: The yellowing faded pages of this ancient tome have spidery script detailing the deaths of thousands of adventurers. Each entry records their name, the year and cause of their life's end, each death considerably brutal and gruesome. Blood is caked across several pages in sharp contrast to the ominous starkness of the final blank page.
You estimate that an ancient bone-spined tome can store a very small amount with enough space for a couple of items.
You carefully open an ancient bone-spined tome.
You run your hand along the cover of your bone-spined tome thoughtfully.
The Guy runs his hand along the cover of his bone-spined tome thoughtfully.
You carefully slip the flame red satin bookmark between the pages of your bone-spined tome.
In the bone-spined tome you see a gold-tipped flame red satin bookmark and a hole-ridden boot.
You gently close an ancient bone-spined tome.
You gently press down on the binding of your bone-spined tome.
The Guy gently presses down on the binding of his bone-spined tome.
You quietly peruse the passages in your bone-spined tome.
The Guy quietly peruses the pages in his bone-spined tome with a contemplative look upon his face.
You turn the page in your bone-spined tome.
The Guy turns the page in his bone-spined tome.
A fully-furnished, three room Teras shop. First 3.5m flat/ridiculous offer.
A perfect maple-hafted vultite morning-star. Self-explanatory. 8m flat.
.
For the most part, I will not be accepting trades.
Please PM me with any questions and/or send your Emails with a descriptive header to BenG718@AOL.com, please.
Thanks everyone :)