The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum - View Single Post

Tharkûn · 10-07-2002, 03:33 PM

*****Dale-Garlin*****

As they walked through the Bazaar, Jarl asked Garlin, "What exactly happened last night?" "Me and Ethar were having a great time," Garlin explained, "at the different shops, etc., when suddenly some drunken freak lunged at us, yelling 'I am Iron Turtle! How dare you spill my drink!' I was about to explain to him that we hadn't, when Ethar cut in, 'Iron Frog? Do you sink then?'. That made the stranger lunge at us. I was able to dive into the crowd, but Ethar got a slice across the cheek. Some bystander pushed me into the fight, so I pulled out my two daggers, and got him on the ground, pinned. When the guards showed up, they thought I had started the whole thing, and lunged at me. I threw the attacker at them and beat a hasty retreat to the rooftops, where they found me some time later." "Ah, so it was neither of your faults; it was the attacker's. I wonder what he wanted." Jarl thought out loud. "Oh, just a second," Ethar cut in, "here's the weapons dealer I told you about."

As the two men looked over the fine blades, one in particular one caught Garlin's eye. It was a mithril blade, fashioned with a little figure of a leaping tiger at the end. It even had it's own specialized sheath, with golden figures on it. However the price was what caught Garlin's eye. Anywhere else, and this blade would have cost over 1,000 gold pieces. This dealer, however, apparently had no idea of it's worth, and had priced it at half that, 500 gold pieces, which was still pretty steep. Tugging on Jarl's shoulder, Garlin pointed it out. Jarl laughed. "Somehow, it fits you," Jarl informed Garlin, "Since you're name in Harad means 'Young Tiger'." Garlin, amazed by this new discovery, yearned for it even more. He asked Jarl if he could lend the money for it to Garlin. He soon had a brand new blade. Smiling, Jarl noted how he swung it around like he was meant to have it. Looking down, Jarl noticed something that tickled his own fancy. It was an elven long bow, lined in silver. Although it was purely ornamental, Jarl purchased it anyway. Laughing, and using speed that lied about his age, Jarl dashed over to where Garlin was sitting, admiring his new weapon. "Come now, we must by good travel clothes," he said to Garlin.

It took longer than Jarl expected to by the clothes (partially since the young female clerk and Garlin kept getting distracted with each other), and they got out later than expected. Since they did not have time to go to the shops to apologize for the damage caused by the actions last night, they simply ran back to the hotel to change before leaving for Nurn. Afterwards, they dashed to the Oliphant stables, where Gramil and Ethar were waiting.

[ October 07, 2002: Message edited by: Tharkûn ]

10-07-2002, 03:33 PM	#176
Tharkûn Pile O'Bones Join Date: Sep 2002 Location: Where ever there's adventure Posts: 16	***Dale-Garlin*** As they walked through the Bazaar, Jarl asked Garlin, "What exactly happened last night?" "Me and Ethar were having a great time," Garlin explained, "at the different shops, etc., when suddenly some drunken freak lunged at us, yelling 'I am Iron Turtle! How dare you spill my drink!' I was about to explain to him that we hadn't, when Ethar cut in, 'Iron Frog? Do you sink then?'. That made the stranger lunge at us. I was able to dive into the crowd, but Ethar got a slice across the cheek. Some bystander pushed me into the fight, so I pulled out my two daggers, and got him on the ground, pinned. When the guards showed up, they thought I had started the whole thing, and lunged at me. I threw the attacker at them and beat a hasty retreat to the rooftops, where they found me some time later." "Ah, so it was neither of your faults; it was the attacker's. I wonder what he wanted." Jarl thought out loud. "Oh, just a second," Ethar cut in, "here's the weapons dealer I told you about." As the two men looked over the fine blades, one in particular one caught Garlin's eye. It was a mithril blade, fashioned with a little figure of a leaping tiger at the end. It even had it's own specialized sheath, with golden figures on it. However the price was what caught Garlin's eye. Anywhere else, and this blade would have cost over 1,000 gold pieces. This dealer, however, apparently had no idea of it's worth, and had priced it at half that, 500 gold pieces, which was still pretty steep. Tugging on Jarl's shoulder, Garlin pointed it out. Jarl laughed. "Somehow, it fits you," Jarl informed Garlin, "Since you're name in Harad means 'Young Tiger'." Garlin, amazed by this new discovery, yearned for it even more. He asked Jarl if he could lend the money for it to Garlin. He soon had a brand new blade. Smiling, Jarl noted how he swung it around like he was meant to have it. Looking down, Jarl noticed something that tickled his own fancy. It was an elven long bow, lined in silver. Although it was purely ornamental, Jarl purchased it anyway. Laughing, and using speed that lied about his age, Jarl dashed over to where Garlin was sitting, admiring his new weapon. "Come now, we must by good travel clothes," he said to Garlin. It took longer than Jarl expected to by the clothes (partially since the young female clerk and Garlin kept getting distracted with each other), and they got out later than expected. Since they did not have time to go to the shops to apologize for the damage caused by the actions last night, they simply ran back to the hotel to change before leaving for Nurn. Afterwards, they dashed to the Oliphant stables, where Gramil and Ethar were waiting. [ October 07, 2002: Message edited by: Tharkûn ]