Session Start: Sun Sep 27 19:02:11 2020
Session Ident: #EV.Market
03[19:02] * Now talking in #EV.Market
03[19:02] * paralysis.tx.us.darkmyst.org sets mode: +nt
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03[19:02] * Doc is now known as Vesta
03[19:03] * Cherry (Cherry@wt4-29-893-395-61.compute-3.amazonaws.com) has joined #EV.Market
03[19:05] * Adonis (Viktor@337-96-74-070.client.mchsi.com) has joined #EV.Market
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01[19:16] <@Drake> waiting for one more while I finish up dinner
[19:17] <Adonis> Awesome!
01[19:34] <@Drake> To say that the City of Que has a marketplace is sort of like saying water is wet.  The Market place spreads to almost every free spot in the city, but the actual Marketplace is a full of people and items from all over Evan, from food to rare treasures.  The scent of the Marketplace here in the 7th circle of the city is heavy with spices and the press of flesh, a heady melange for certian.
03[19:34] * Stormcrow (Stormcrow@128-140-180-3.cpe.teksavvy.com) has joined #EV.Market
01[19:34] <@Drake> (repost)
01[19:34] <@Drake> To say that the City of Que has a marketplace is sort of like saying water is wet.  The Market place spreads to almost every free spot in the city, but the actual Marketplace is a full of people and items from all over Evan, from food to rare treasures.  The scent of the Marketplace here in the 7th circle of the city is heavy with spices and the press of flesh, a heady melange for certian.
[19:41] <Vesta> A young woman with nearly knee length, ash white hair and unusually very pale skin, so much so she might be mistaken for an albino were she human, but for the faint ember glow of her red eyes and slight pointing of her ears mark her as a fire genasi, one of the elemental peoples. Her manner of of dress is slightly eclectic as she ducks around the market looking at cheap clothing and asking
[19:41] <Vesta> about bulk pricing. With Nihn style hamaka pants that look patched in places and a little big and held up with suspenders, and a simply button up merchants shirt. Her calf length lace up boots are clearly the most expensive and newest part of her outfit, and her long hair pulled back and tied with a sad looking blue ribbon of Sorcerers.
01[19:45] <@Drake> From shops with a solid store front to stalls put up this morning, the whole area keeps an organized chaos that keeps Que alive and bustling.  The general air of the market is one of excitement and joy as the people who come here are here for the very purpose of the city.  A babel of languages can be heard aroudn the place, but the main trading tongue is the heavily prevelent.  People of different castes make their way about their business, knots of people forming to haggle or just dicuss the day's business.
03[19:48] * Shiloh is now known as Taurak_Y_Q
[19:49] <Vesta> "Look, I cant show up for my new job in the new 4th circle next week without something a little classier! I can do 3 shirts for 7, but any higher and I cant eat!" she says trying to haggle with the merchant for some 'plain' but rather nicer blue dyed shirts.
01[19:50] <@Drake> A large Dragonborn moves through the market, easily 8 feet tall and muscular to match, his green scales an emerald hue with flat golden eyes and a long tail for a grace that seems counter ro one of his mass.  He's easily a second or third generation of the young race, uplifted by the Dragons to fight in the god war about a century ago.  He wears simply a loin cloth and a rough, leather vest, with a short sword at his side, a simple warrior's weapon, deadly and efficient.  On his arm he wears the red of the caste and people are happy to give him his space.
01[19:51] <@Drake> https://ironsecrets.org/uploads/49/Mandos%20Dragonborn.jpg
[19:55] <Vesta> (( Vesta -> https://ironsecrets.org/uploads/51/Vesta_ref.jpg
[19:56] <Taurak_Y_Q> On the edge of the market place, there's a new merchant train coming in from the East.  Whether or not the large guy near the front is a guard or simply a traveler taking advantage of the group to travel isn't entirely clear.  Travelling with a group of merchants is a useful way to travel, after all, since brigands and the like are less inclined to attack a large, heavily armed and well guarded group, whereas a traveler alone - no
[19:56] <Taurak_Y_Q> matter how alert - could be seen as easy prey.   In any case, his horse is a large roan, his tack simple leather without any jeweled or gilded decoration.   His saddlebags are well packed, and starting to show their wear.   His armor, however, and the blade at his hip are in great shape.  And his horse has the build of a war bred stallion from the Western Reaches.   The figure riding the animal has fairly dark skin.  Hair so black it's
[19:56] <Taurak_Y_Q> nearly blue.  Eyes that are dark and yet rimmed with yellow.   Scales that move up his neck and down under his armor.   There are hard callouses on his hands and under the savage scar across his brow, his expression says he's not interested in conversation.
[20:01] <Taurak_Y_Q> People who know horses, will recognize the horse, in fact, as being of genuine stock from the area known as Blood Throne.  Born across the sea, bred for war.    Intelligent eyes, a graceful bend in his neck.  A short back.   Strong and loyal.
06[20:04] * Vesta and the merchant get into it a little bit and she eventually gives up on that merchant who wont seem to go lower than 9, stalking away she pulls out and lights lights up a cheap handrolled cigarette just by pinching the end in after putting it her mouth. Blowing smoke with a huff which spirals away from her quickly in a little local updraft around her. She looks around the market,
06[20:04] * Vesta the taller dragonborn and horses drawing her eyes over at the new incoming caravan, and heads over that way, for news from the east if nothing else.
01[20:06] <@Drake> The tall Dragonborn looks at the other and maybe frowns some until Vesta crosses his path and he follows after her, makeing her passage somewhat easier as people part before him, allowing her a quick way to move forward.  "Do you know them, Firestarter?"
06[20:08] * Taurak_Y_Q wheels his mount around to the end of the merchant train to get his pack donkey from among those in the train.  It's a large donkey.   Huge, really.  It's coat an odd russet, but pretty enough despite the dust.   For a donkey.   He takes the lead rope and they start to separate from the rest of the train.
06[20:10] * Vesta looks back over her shoulder at Mandos and shakes her head, "Nuh-uh, I think they're from Bloodthrone, but a new merchant caravan often means deals if it means they dont have to set out merch, and news from there if nothing else." she gives him a little grin
06[20:13] * Vesta almost steps out in front of the Warrior and his horse and packmule as they peel off "Whoops!"
01[20:13] <@Drake> He nods and grabs Vesta to keep her out of the warrior's way, nodding to the other Dragonborn.  (D) "Brother."
06[20:14] * Vesta looks up to Mandos and gives him a little smile "Thanks big guy."
06[20:17] * Taurak_Y_Q stops his forward progress rather than run over Vesta.   Even if she hadn't been pulled out of the way.  Running people over is dangerous for a horse, after all.  He slowly dismounts, amid a creak of leather, and the scent of dust, sweat, and (of course) horse.   (D)  "I did not expect to meet a brother here,"  he answers quietly, with another glance at Vesta.   He nods to her, to be polite since she's clearly under
06[20:17] * Taurak_Y_Q protection.
01[20:19] <@Drake> (We're in Discord to answer questions and what not)
01[20:21] <@Drake> He nods.  (d)"There are not many of us in the City.  Many have been called to War in Blackmoor."  He drops out of Draconic to speak the common tongue.  "Mandos."  He gestures to himself and then to Vesta.  "Vesta."
06[20:25] * Vesta doesnt understand draconic and so she gives a Nhin bow in way of both appology and greeting "Sorry about that, I was in a rush. As the big man says, Im Vesta. what news from the East?" she asks in common
06[20:27] * Taurak_Y_Q bows his head and touches his chest.  He goes on in common, as well.  "Taurak.  We are from Dolmar, through the Dragonreach Mountains.  Odd happenings from a place named Nowhere.  People disappear, or whisper of the terrors in the night.  A silver brother of ours warned me against lingering."
[20:28] <Taurak_Y_Q> (( a silver sister************
01[20:30] <@Drake> Mandos nods to the smaller Dragonborn as if he too has heard such warnings.
06[20:32] * Vesta nods but looks almost disapointed "Shoot I was hoping you came with news from Blackmoor."
01[20:41] <@Drake> Suddenly, nearby a flash of white and a young human about 15 or so hops up on a crate.  The messanger pulls out a scroll and starts to speak, his voice carrying unnaturally easily through the crowd as they come to a stop to listen to him.  "O-YEA!  O-YEA!  I bring a missive from the Great Dragon Khan Dra Sol.  It begins!  People of the Races of the MAn and the Races of the Eldren, heed the word of I, Khan Dra Sol.  For too long the Dragonborn have been heros of the World to be whorshiped but not embraced.  We are a people of Disporia, and the Council of Wyrms has not seen fit to give us a home.  Even now, I lay seige to the City of Blackmoor, home of the Dragon King.  If there is anyplace we deserve, it is the Home of our Lord.  Brothers and Sister, I call upon you.  Come and join us, to take our home.  To the rest of you, this is not the start of a new war, but a fight for our home.  We have no plans or aggression towards your cities.  I have spoken!"
06[20:44] * Taurak_Y_Q starts to answer Vesta, but then the herald appears.  He frowns as he listens.   It ... sounds like a new war to him.
03[20:46] * Tameh (dragon@c-18-369-75-393.hsd6.fl.comcast.net) has joined #EV.Market
01[20:47] <@Drake> Mandos frowns as people start to looks at the two dragonborn.  He looks at the messanger in his white outfit and speaks softly.  "I am never going back to that place."