[Hexville] The Marketplace
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				Title: <strong>[Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>04-09-2020, 04:49:39</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>THE MARKETPLACE</strong></span></span><br><strong>Currently in Control:</strong> Rakim (Contesting Control: Alwyn/Keiri/Niles alliance) <br><br>(https://i.imgur.com/vGsPaVh.jpg)</div><br>Hexville's Marketplace is a thriving and bustling bazaar filled with all sorts of goods, both exotic and commonplace, from all over the lands.<br><br>The Marketplace is one of the areas least affected by the current political drama, as goods are still arriving from caravans and ships that left when King Fred was still alive. However, as time passes the Marketplace too will feel the sting of having a terrible ruler in charge!<br><br><hr><br><em>Special Rules:</em><br><br>There are no special rules currently in place for the Marketplace District. <br><br><hr><br><em>Aspirant Status:</em><br>- Alwyn is ESTABLISHED <br>- Chevis the Chic is ESTABLISHED<br>- Keiri is PROMINENT <br>- Morticia Scott is ESTABLISHED 
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				Title: <strong>[Hexville] The Marketplace - NPCs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>04-09-2020, 04:50:37</strong>
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				<em>Important NPCs:</em><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/32Y0w0A.jpg?2)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rakim, Judge of Worth <br><br><strong>Role:</strong> In Control of the Marketplace, by will of the invisible hand. <br><br><strong>Motivation:</strong> Civilization<br><br><strong>Brief Description:</strong> Rakim is the ultimate arbiter of what the value of items is in the marketplace. All respect his decrees, for he is fair and knowledgeable. Unless he has ruled against you in which case he is a cheat and clearly biased! <br><br><strong>Background:</strong> Rakim retired from a career as a prosperous caravan driver to settle down in Hexville. He was asked so often for his opinion on various goods that he started to come to the marketplace and set up a stall where those who sought his wisdom could come and ask it. He found he enjoyed it so much, and there was such a call for it, that his little stall is now a large, opulent building. <br><br><br class="clear_left"><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/GsQkMgu.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Chloe Ten Toes. <br><br><strong>Role:</strong> Coiner. Want to make money the old fashioned way, by literally making it? She's your girl. <br><br><strong>Motivation:</strong> Freedom.<br><br><strong>Brief Description:</strong> Chloe seems a simple pickpocket and burglar on the surface, but rumors insist she's into much more. <br><br><strong>Background:</strong> Chloe is a Hexville native with a lengthy criminal record, though despite her lack of respect for other's property and privacy she has never been violent except in self-defense. <br><br><br class="clear_left"><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/8DZRctd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kasmina bin Talwar<br><br><strong>Role:</strong> Merchant, she goes far and wide and brings back the best! Surely you can use one with such skills! <br><br><strong>Motivation:</strong> Progress<br><br><strong>Brief Description:</strong> Though beautiful and young, this elf has rough skin and the scars of many travels. <br><br><strong>Background:</strong> Kasmina has been coming to Hexville for years with her goods, her arrivals are usually a cause to celebrate as she brings fine and fantastic goods. <br><br><br class="clear_left"><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/dxvHEun.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Arwen Oakvale<br><br><strong>Role:</strong> Druid. She doesn't like to show it, but she has a lot of talents.<br><br><strong>Motivation:</strong> Harmony<br><br><strong>Brief Description:</strong> A humble merchant selling vegetables at a stall in the farmer's market. Most people overlook them. Arwen prefers gender neutral pronouns, and is one of the elves that varies in sexual characteristics from time to time. <br><br><strong>Background:</strong> Arwen came from the nearby forests, offering nature's bounty in exchange for an end to sport hunting. King Fred accepted the arrangement.&nbsp; They've come to sell goods ever since, finding a lot of use to be had from mortal coin. Every once in awhile they have demonstrated powerful magical abilities. <br><br><br class="clear_left"> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>09-09-2020, 17:15:22</strong>
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				<strong><em>Week One</em></strong><br><br>While the rest of Hexville faces all sort of activity, the Marketplace remains quiet. <br><br>All is not well, as the folks who do come to shop are often looking over their shoulders, petty crimes are ignored, and the price of certain goods is fluctuating very quickly. However this all seems to be in response to the general state of disarray in Hexville, and not the work of any particular person. For now ...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blackcat792</strong> on <strong>11-09-2020, 00:00:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/326888879/original.jpg)</div> For her there would be no hesitation in looking for the missing grimoire. The Malignant Grimoire could be <em>very</em> dangerous in the wrong hands and one of the main duties of the City Guard was to protect the city and getting something like the grimoire off the streets and back where it belonged was a top priority. Setting aside her attempts to gain more support in her stance against the princess, she would set out to begin looking in the Marketplace district. For her doing so just made sense since, if it was a greed thing, sooner or later the thief would attempt to sell it or meet up with whomever put them up to it, if that was the case. Hopefully one of her sources would have a lead. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>11-09-2020, 00:08:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EWE6P0qUMAQQMih.jpg)</div><br>In many ways, Alwyn was uniquely suited to find the grimoire. People didn't understand dark magic and that was for the best. Normal people never understood the allure, how enticing and seductive dark magic could be. They didn't hear the call, feel the tug like a lover leading you to bed. They didn't understand the smell thinking it all death and rotting corpses and burnt ashes salted with blood. Those were the results of using dark magic of course. That was as far away as possible from what dark magic actually smelled like to a practitioner. It smelled like Cake and Candy and cool nights secure by a soothing fire with a loved one.<br><br>Alwyn had been there, sunk deep in the demonic powers from an age before she knew it was wrong. She had broken free and destroyed the dark forces that she had been pledged to. But there was always a fingerprint of darkness on her soul, blood and hatred marring a perfect stained glass. The book would call to her, in hopes that she could once again be turned to the path of evil and chaos and destruction.<br><br><em>If I was a dark book, where would I go? Not the docks, because books hated water. Not the slums, because there was too much chance of being eaten or burned or, uh, used as a wipe. Perhaps the guild district, full of people hungry for knowledge and power and other desires. <br><br>Not the university, too many people who would want to dissect it or perform bizzare experiments on it or recognize the blight on civilization it represented and remove the problem.&nbsp; Not the manor district, too small of a chance of being read, and too high of a chance of being put on a shelf somewhere or used as a tea party novelty. </em><br><br>That left the marketplace, not at all coincidentally where Alwyn was most comfortable searching. In the limited time she had before the book was snatched up, possessed someone clever, or made its escape to somewhere like RoundTown, Squaresville, or Triangle Triad, familiar ground optimized her efficiency. <br><br>So Alwyn set up wards, cast divining spells, attuned her beloved pact spirits to detect the dark magic as they floated around above the stalls, and wandered the aisles and alleys of the bustling marketplace. Keeping a ear open to rumors, disturbances, or other hints of malignant influence, she wandered the market, talking to the other shopkeepers and vendors, crafters and grifters. The marketplace was a tangled nest of greed and competition, stories and wonders, but it was home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>14-09-2020, 04:01:04</strong>
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				<strong><em>Week Two</em></strong><br><br>The Marketplace continues to be quieter than the rest of the geometric city, although there is some more activity this week. Prices continue to be a bit out of control, but the powers that be in this area are content, telling themselves that things could be worse, much worse. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>15-09-2020, 05:27:26</strong>
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				Marketplace, week 3, day one.<br><br><em>Storytelling</em>. (No actual game influence or dice rolls here, just in character actions to give context to stuff.)<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EWE6P0qUMAQQMih.jpg)</div><br>Alwyn opened the door with a small smile. It was rare that the serious, sometimes distant, mage smiled at all, much less at sentient beings. Brushing down one of her practical black leather dresses, and pushing up her glasses, she motioned her guest inside; leading to the back of her shop where there was a small bed, precisely if potentially too neatly made, several boxes clearly full of inventory, with miscellaneous herbs and apparatuses and crystals scattered around, and a little table set with a small selection of meats, and a bigger selection of nuts, fruits, and especially cheeses. <br><br>"Chief Kieri, slayer of the dread displacer beast, I welcome you to my store. I greet you in peace, and thank you for joining me. Please, sit with me and eat what you like as we discuss the future of Hexville." No mention was made of the pole arm. The little goblin woman was free to hold on to it or place it down as she chose and desired.<br><br>The humans chair was a little bit short, but not unpleasantly so. The goblins chair was a little bit tall, but not unpleasantly so, designed that they could be eye to eye as they ate and talked. There was more food than could possibly be eaten by one human and a goblin. Perhaps that was the point of two baskets that sat next to the chiefs chair. Most things here were portable and would survive a trip somewhere else. Not really the desserts of course, delicate little pastries and creamy cakes, but that selection was much more balanced towards two people who quite enjoyed their snacks.<br><br>Pushing up her glasses, she awkwardly launched into her speech. She had clearly rehearsed this more than once. "I admire your goals for the people of the uhm, low rent district, and I especially support your desire for non-violence. Change needs to be affected in this city, for sure, but violence only begats more violence."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>15-09-2020, 06:10:53</strong>
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				<em>Storytelling</em><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/6D60Uq7.jpg)</div><br>Kieri did put her halberd down, within reach, but then, before taking her seat, did the same with her cloak. Underneath, she was fully painted, each sign, each stroke dense with meaning that couldn't be found in any book. Mostly because no one that would write about it would bother to find out enough to. But another goblin chief would understand many of the meanings within. And, most importantly, they would understand it as a sign of respect. This Alwyn... Kieri wasn't sure. She said things that sounded good, she looked nice and she had the drive and power to push those ideals. And she had done her research, a point in her favour. Few humans knew, or would care about her feat. But she was human. Kieri wanted to lift the non-humans, and that included letting them live a culture that wasn't their own. How would this Alwyn react when she was faced with one herself, here, in her home? Kieri lifted her mask and, under its shadow, shone the yellow eyes of one who had fought a displacer beast and won. As they looked at Alwyn, they would miss nothing.<br><br>"Slums. That's what they are. Once they stop being that, we can start calling them something different. I'm working on it, now, but I'm not stopping there. This city is rotten with non-humans that aren't treated right. Now, I've heard talk of some of what you said. It sounds good. But you're human. You've been treated special. I get my way and humans don't get treated special." She frowned. "Different, yes. Goblin isn't human. Don't want to make gobliny humans, don't want to make humany goblins. That's just as bad. Different, but not special. That something you can live with? And for violence, well..." She tapped her halberd affectionately. "I won't bring it, but if others do, I'll begat it alright." She shoved a handful of meat into her mouth, chewing it slowly as she waited for the mage's response.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>15-09-2020, 15:00:31</strong>
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				<em> storytelling</em><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EWE6P0qUMAQQMih.jpg)</div><br>The little human mage blinked in heavy surprise as her guest got naked. And blushed, hard. She hadn't at all expected this, though perhaps she should have. Different cultures, after all. Adjusting her somewhat steamy glasses, she examined the revealed markings.... And the body of the little woman. For a woman indeed was the goblin and a rather beautiful one at that. The markings probably had some meaning to the chief, but Alwyn did not feel comfortable enough to ask yet. So she just carried on with her conversation as if nothing had happened.<br><br>The human nodded her agreement, leaning in. "True. And entirely fair. Sugar coating things often can be used to make the things seem less horrible. You are right. Different but not special, yes.<br><br>Why should I be treated special just because I happened to be born human and you happened to be born a goblin? It makes no sense and shouldn't be. Those with power often fear those without gaining more, and they shouldn't. Lifting up the people pressed furthest down does not mean we need to tear down the people on the heights. Your vision of everybody's children playing together is a good and Noble goal I think. I support that."<br><br>Alwyn had never shared a meal with a naked woman before. Absurdly, about all she could think of was <em>At at least she doesn't chew with her mouth open. </em> Different cultures and all, but that was a pet peeve of the mage no matter what class or species was doing it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>16-09-2020, 02:06:25</strong>
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				<em>Storytelling</em><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/6D60Uq7.jpg)</div><br>Kieri certainly didn't miss the blush. But that was good. She knew that Alwyn would have spent most of her life in a human society. Her having no reaction here would have made Kieri worried that the mage was trying to hide herself, which would have made her experiment a failed one. But no, there was obvious embarrassment, but she was fighting through it. There was curiousity, but not to the point of rudeness. And there was... interest of a different sort, perhaps? Kieri leaned back a bit, a subtle invitation for the human woman to look as much as she pleased. Whether to satisfy her curiousity or her other interests.<br><br>More importantly even than what was there, however, was what wasn't. Elwyn hadn't recoiled, she hadn't sneered of done any of those things people unconsciously do when speaking to someone they think are lesser. Her speech was confident, direct, and directed straight at Kieri,&nbsp; speaking to her as an equal. And Kieri knew the difference, knew well what it was to be spoken down to. And not just in the inevitably literal sense. All of those combined, the attitudes, the intonation, the way she didn't mention, or seemed to even care, that Kieri had just grabbed at they common food with her bare hand, these were the things that Kara care for, more than words. But the words were of interest, too. She spoke of her most recent speech. That meant she was paying attention.<br><br>Kieri nodded. "Good. We need people who support our goals. And not just in the slums. We've got a good thing good there now. A good piece of it is doing better than it has in good a while. Maybe even better than it was under the King. But it's starting to get to where that can run itself and I can go look at other places. Slums are bad, but they're not the only places that are bad for non-humans. You want to just support us? Fine. There's plenty of things someone with smarts and magic like you have can do. But I bet you didn't invite me here to show me more food than I can eat and tell me you'll work for me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>16-09-2020, 03:26:03</strong>
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				<em> storytelling</em><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EWE6P0qUMAQQMih.jpg)</div><br>Alwyn most certainly had a more than passing interest in a beautiful naked woman in one of her bedrooms. She was not a naturally sociable creature, and venturing out in pursuit of companionship with somewhat alien to her. Sure, occasionally she attempted it, even going as far as purchasing dresses made out of fragile materials that wouldn't stand up to a magical laboratory. Those attempts seldom ended well, the gaily dressed young butterflies in fields of flowers frequently mentioning that Alwyn seemed too stiff and formal. A certain amount of uncomfortableness amongst strange people and loud noises was not conducive to forming connections. No one of a higher social class or power had approached her yet... At least, not of the right gender. And there was no way the mage would possibly dream of accepting any sort of extra payment for her discounted magical services to women in need... That was highly unethical and against the point of helping people. Alwyn would not describe herself as lonely, exactly, but she did have desires of her own.&nbsp; So when the goblin woman posed slightly, the mage did indeed examine her with more than just academic curiosity. But as always politeness and basic decency ruled the day, so she did nothing further.<br><br>The human used a fork and a knife on her own food, of course. But she didn't hesitate to eat from the same tray that Kieri had grabbed from. Yes, she ate less meat than the goblin did, but to balance that the human seemed to have an inordinate fondness for cheese.<br><br>"Yes, I hear that you are already making quite a bit of progress towards unifying the people of the slums and giving them a good goal to work for." She frowned slightly, thinking of other people making a name for themselves in the poor part of town. "Without, as far as I can tell, any sort of strings about violence or being told what to believe. That is good."<br><br>Gesturing to the baskets, she nodded. "Please, I would be honored if you took the remaining food with you. I am happy to share. "<br><br>Adjusting her glasses, the mage pondered, then shook her head. "No. Not just support you. Nor to work for you..." <em>Although, in the bedroom... Maybe.</em> "But I believe that I would like to work with you. In addition, I propose that joining in alliance with other like minded individuals would be good, as well. The sooner we can remove Red from the throne, the better off everyone will be. I suggest Niles and Selevahn, I have made basic contact and they seem agreeable, and not bigoted. What do you think, Kieri?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>16-09-2020, 04:40:33</strong>
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				<em>Storytelling</em><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/6D60Uq7.jpg)</div><br>Both Kieri's experiences and interests were far wider than Alwyn's of course. It wasn't surprising, given that she was a goblin and that they were well know for being quite... indiscriminate with their pleasures. Still, it didn't stop her from being flattered by Alwyn's increasingly open interest in what she had on display, nor from returning that interest in kind. It was only unfortunate that Alwyn didn't have quite as much on display. But still, as she relaxed more, Kieri did take some time to look upon the mage's own markings.<br><br>That Alwyn not only took from the same plate as her, but also seemed to display no hesitation if taking pieces right next to the ones she had taken for herself, which wasn't just meat, of course, she sampled plenty, and apparently at random, from nearly everything on display, leaving only the nuts, which were too complicated to bother with, and the tiny, fancy pastries, preferring the larger, cream-filled ones. Though, of course, if she was reading Alwyn's interest right, eating things Kieri had touched was far from the the extent to which the mage was willing to go. A human that would be interested in a goblin was rare enough, but this one didn't seem to display a fetishist's interest either. Kieri could tell those well enough, too. Kieri had never met anyone that seemed so much more intriguing with every moment she spent with her. To the gift of food, she simply nodded in acknowledgement. She wouldn't have expected any less and, besides, there were more important things at play.<br><br>"An alliance..." Kieri said, thoughtfully. Though truthfully, she had expected something like that when she came. And had expected to refuse bluntly. At least, if Alwyn hadn't impressed her so much. There was much to gain, of course, but so much to lose also, should their goals not align. And yet, the way Alwyn spoke, the way she acted... Kieri started to feel more inclined than she expected. What did surprise her, however, was Alwyn's further propositions. She'd heard of them, too, of course, making waves in their own ways. Neils, an orc, and one who had, despite his species, risen surprisingly high in the university. Selevahn, an elf, which could be just as bad as a human, but his crews were, from what she understood, well mixed and well treated, as far as those things went. Neither seemed to be strongly in favour of her goals, but neither did they seem opposed. Nor were they as... distasteful as some of the other elements she was aware of.&nbsp; And with someone like Alwyn helping her steer the alliance...<br><br>A wry smile came to Kieri's face. "What I say is that it's a shame, after all, that humans aren't a bit more gobliny. Ours ways of making an agreement are a lot more fun. I think humans like this one, though? It'll work well enough." She extended her hand, still somewhat greasy from the food. "I will let it be known that the words of Alwyn, the mage, are as strong as my own. All who would listen to me should listen to her. All who would help me should help her. All who would... well, maybe not that." She snickered. She thought for a while, mumbling to herself as she obviously skipped a significant part of what she might otherwise say. "Our allies and our enemies, our triumph and our defeats will be one, joy and pain will be one, just as we also will..." Kieri hesitated. "...shake... hands." She sighed. "It sounds even better in goblin, too." She shrugged. "The others you propose are... intriguing, but I'll need to talk to them too, before I decide anything."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>16-09-2020, 17:15:57</strong>
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				<em> storytelling</em><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EWE6P0qUMAQQMih.jpg)</div><br><br>The human blushed again, and laughed, delighted and embarrassed by the flirting..&nbsp; truthful flirting, but still... Her smile managed to mix shyness and welcoming appreciation. Relieved and trying to be a bit more gobliny for her new partner, she took the hand and nodded. The tiniest twitch of her left eye revealed her distaste for something about the situation... Probably the grease, given how fastidious everything else seemed in her room... But her smile never faltered. "Perhaps we could negotiate something else to make a deal on, then..." She murmured, then of course dropped her gaze to the table, so bright red, outshining even the tattoo of the skywhale on her arm. But then she brought the little green hand to her lips and brushed a silky light kiss onto the other woman's skin for the first time.<br><br>But she didn't let go of Kieris strong little hand, nodding her agreement to each clause. The elided part of the oath caused another startled laugh, though she didn't seem at all displeased. "Our allies and our enemies, our triumph and our defeats will be one, joy and pain will be one, just as we also will." She repeated, giving the hand, only slightly smaller than her own, a gentle squeeze. Unable to resist a little teasing, she copied the rest of the statement. "Shake hands." She giggled. Look at her, smiling, laughing AND joking. Miraculous.<br><br>"Of course, I would want you by my side as we interview the other two. May I create a Sphere of Silence?" It was a common spell, designed to block or at least make magical evesdropping and scrying much harder. "You'll hear an odd little ringing in your ears, but it's harmless."<br><br>She did wipe her hand on her napkin, but it wasn't frantic, and she did it discreetly. Alwyn was unable to be anything other than Alwyn. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain America</strong> on <strong>16-09-2020, 21:42:28</strong>
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				<hr><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/5f/d1/d1/5fd1d1615692c5474bd258746d2e3cea.jpg)</div><strong>Post Type:</strong> Side story<br><strong>Name:</strong> Selevahn the Sensational<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Alwyn, Kiera.<br><hr><hr><br>"This is hard work Cap'n! Why do I have to push this barrel&nbsp; and drag this box to the Marketplace?." Asked a cheerful Tekra, as the little orc child quite literally strutted beside the Elven wizard captain. Behind the two of them were two more of "Tekra's Terrors", the name the girl chose for her band of informants running through the city. These two were rolling a wooden barrel in front of them, and behind them two others walking as they carried a one by one foot box between them.<br><br>"Come on ye slow pokes, put yer backs into it ye scurvy ridden louts!" Selevahn could not help a little smile at how close to Quartermaster Murtrie she sounded. The little orc's obsession with becoming his "best Privateer and lieutenant was humorous, commendable, and even adorable in many ways. Not that the Elf would admit such aloud of course. She was even well liked by the men, women and children who reported their whisperings not noticings to her. <br><br>He took note that the young girl was generous with the coin he gave her for distribution. She kept a small share for herself, and split with the others on generous terms. A natural naval captain in some ways he thought of her distribution of "prize shares". She had even taken to carrying a short wooden blade in a rope belt, and he was aware she had a metal blade in the wrist of her robes. <br><br>"We've arrived. " he announced as they reached Alwyn's shop. As his party stopped, Selevahn knocked upon the door and then opened it. "Let me see what is needed and then I will let you know if this will be all that is needed. As always your good and loyal help has been appreciated. I must say you will all grow into most respectable sailors and able hands. I shall have to give a little bonus depending on how things turn out."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>16-09-2020, 22:14:44</strong>
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				Marketplace, week 3, day three, Selevahn, Kieri, and Alwyn.<br><br><em>Storytelling</em>. (No actual game influence or dice rolls here, just in character actions to give context to stuff.)<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EWE6P0qUMAQQMih.jpg)</div><br>The redhead, in a dress slightly longer and less snug than the one she wore just for Kieri, but still made of black leather, looked up at the small crowd. She nodded to the captain, and gave the children a small, awkward smile. She enjoyed small people well enough, but was somewhat baffled with what to do with them most times. "Greetings, Captain Selevahn, crew. Kieri is in the back. What's in the barrel?" Blinking at it behind her glasses, she leaned in and examined the barrel for markings, then solemnly took the box. "Thank you. I appreciate this."<br><br>Passing out little candies that changed flavor midway through, she nodded the captain inside and closed the door behind him. "Welcome, welcome. Thank you for coming, Captain."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>17-09-2020, 02:56:01</strong>
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				<em>Storytelling</em><br><br>Kieri, and Alwyn.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/6D60Uq7.jpg)</div><br>Alwyn seemed to relax more as their alliance was finally formed. Of course, Kieri didn't miss her wiping her hand after, but she didn't mind. Humans were humans and she knew she was pushing boundaries. That had been part of her plan. Some boundaries, however, still perhaps had more room for pushing left in them.<br><br>"We're allies," Kieri replied to Elwyn's question. "Goblin alliances are powerful. They are..." She hesitated. "I have heard of human marriage, of course. It's more than that." She quickly raised a hand. "I wouldn't expect a human to think like this or act like this, but that's the kind of resolve I entered this with. But all that's so you understand that I appreciate being told what's happening, but you don't need to ask for permission. For this or for anything. But if you're going this far, I'm guessing you want privacy, right?" <br><br>Kieri spoke a few words of goblins and apparently out of nowhere, out of shadows and places so familiar that Alwyn no longer bothered to look at them, a pair of goblins appeared. They seemed to be female and were, as opposed to Kieri, actually dressed. They both spoke briefly with Kieri, each filled a basket, then left. "Kieri grinned at Elwyn. "Now, we're alone. I'll leave them with you, though. If you ever need some help, want to ask some questions, want to contact me, or anything, really, just speak up." A helpful gesture, perhaps, on the surface. But perhaps a warning, also, that she would be watched. Maybe Kieri wasn't so easily trusting after all.<br><br>"So, we're alone now and soon to be silenced. And since we are allied now, I will be as straight now as you can always expect me to be. I noticed the way you looked at me. I think you look good, too. If you were goblin, you'd already be moaning my name. But I get that humans aren't so, let's say, eager. If you ever want to have some fun, then tell me how far you want to go and I'll take you that far. And no further." She grinned. "Just something to keep in mind," she said as she waited for the sphere of silence to be cast.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>17-09-2020, 03:12:36</strong>
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				<em>Storytelling</em><br><br>Selevahn, Kieri, and Alwyn<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/GhiPE9D.jpg)</div><br>"So you're that Selevahn, right? Some sort of pirate guy?" Kieri asked, stepping out of a shadow. She had insisted on meeting Selevahn at the same time as Alwyn did and was now still wearing her cloak. Underneath, she was fully painted, but she was not ready quite yet to show Selevahn the full respect that she had shown almost immediately to Alwyn. Not quite. Alwyn had broadcasted her intentions quite clearly, but she was yet to be sure that this one's were. "I think you know why we invited you here. We're trying to bring up the people who've been given a bad rap. Poor people, especially non-humans. Alwyn thinks that you'd want to help with that. I think that we could use the help from anyone who thinks that's something worth fighting for. She looked straight into Selevahn's eyes. There's goblins everywhere in this city and you're hard to miss. I know what you've done, I know what you can do, but I don't know what you will do, I don't know what you're thinking? Is it that you want to help us? Or to get in our way?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>17-09-2020, 04:41:29</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EWE6P0qUMAQQMih.jpg)</div><br>Marketplace information, days two and three. Alwyn made sure to use her privacy spell during her meetings with Kieri, Niles, and Selevahn. Clearly, she had things to discuss with all of them.<br><br>Marketplace, day four, five<br><br>It was hard to keep things secret in the marketplace. Too many eyes, too many spells, too many things that had neither eyes nor spells but still gathered knowledge nonetheless. Despite knowing all this fully well, and despite her general lack of sneaky ability, the little red-headed mage did her best to hide her recent purchase.<br><br>It was smuggled in to her shop under the cover of pitch darkness, created specifically by trusted partners in the magical emporiums. But still, word got out. Alwyn had purchased a casket, covered in runes for protection, concealment, and above all.... Containment. And no matter how furtive they were, it was impossible to miss the fact that the mage attempted to sneak 13 witches who were friendly to her, into the shop... Where much magic was expended in the night.<br><br>Day six<br><br>Alwyn's spirit friends roamed up and down the marketplace, putting up more of her EQUALLY posters, enchanted lights twinkling brightly. The text below them read HELP SPREAD LIGHT. Occasionally, the spirit friends purchased this and that, nothing especially uncommon, but also not something on Alwyn's usual shopping list. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>17-09-2020, 10:11:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/theathaschronicle/images/3/3c/78d56837c65dd199791a76dc0a5a6558.jpg/revision/latest/top-crop/width/360/height/450?cb=20171023104112)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Niles the Nerdist<br><strong>Post Type:</strong> <strong>Storytelling</strong><br><strong>Time:</strong> Week 3, Day 2<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alwyn, Kieri<br><hr><hr><br>Heavy footsteps made their way through the Market, as unapologetically loud as any orc's, genius or no. What might have been strange, however, was the delight-filled hum that trailed in the air behind the towering green skinned figure. That, or the clay automaton that shuffled along beside him, kicking around dirt as it traversed in its way, a one foot-by-one foot box slung easily over its shoulder. "Ah, this must be the place, Kerry," Niles said as they stopped near the shop meticulously described in Alwyn's letters. Kerry rotated 90 degrees to face him, and with a blank stare, gave a slow nod. "Let's announce ourselves, shall we?"<br><br>He didn't wait for an answer (and for good reason: Kerry wouldn't give one). He simply walked toward the door, gave a few raps of his fist. Then, he waited, patient and humming his jaunty tune. He was excited to learn what these (possibly former) competitors had in mind. It seemed they were of the same mind on two particular matters. That was a good start. That, and the fact that, according Alwyn, goblin tradition was to business in the bluff. How had he never heard that before? He had so many questions. Did it show a shared vulnerability in honest deals? Was it to reveal off markings of rank or, better, scars of experience and bravery? He just had to know.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>17-09-2020, 23:29:39</strong>
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				<em>Storytelling</em><br><br>Day 1<br><br>Kieri, and Alwyn.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/6D60Uq7.jpg)</div><br>The kiss was inexperience, of course, but Kieri understood well that its meaning was more important than its execution. And the look on Alwyn's face after was so full of hope it was almost heartbreaking. Kieri didn't hesitate. Placing a hand behind Alwyn's head, she pulled the mage into another kiss. Tender, but still showing her how it should be done. Her other hand, after a bit of careful wiping, found its way to Alwyn's breast, grabbing it through her clothes. "Hmm. Maybe I should have kept more with tradition after all. Too bad, you'd have looked nice all naked and painted. Or maybe what you wanted was to do this some more?" Another kiss, this one more eager than the previous one. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain America</strong> on <strong>18-09-2020, 05:46:09</strong>
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				<hr><hr><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/5f/d1/d1/5fd1d1615692c5474bd258746d2e3cea.jpg)</div><strong>Post Type:</strong> <span class="bbc_u"><strong>Side story</strong></span><br><strong>Name:</strong> Selevahn the Sensational<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Alwyn, Kiera.<br><hr><hr><br>"Good Day, good lady! How do things find you?" Selevahn asked as he entered and was greeted. He handed over the box as Alwyn asked what the barrel was and Tekra the child orc piped up, <br><br>"Lubrication!" she offered cheerily.<br><br>"Libation" The Elf corrected, then looked to the others "A marvelous spiced rum from the isles of Ombabamoumou. A lovely taste of rum, clove, vanilla, and other flavors."<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"So you're that Selevahn, right? Some sort of pirate guy?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br><br>"Merchant trader. Occassional Privateer when the need arises. You have been right hell on the local gaurd." He says to the goblin, sounding impressed. Pointing to a spot that seemed convenient, the barrel was set in it's place, as Tekra led her assembled press gang.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">I think you know why we invited you here. We're trying to bring up the people who've been given a bad rap. Poor people, especially non-humans. Alwyn thinks that you'd want to help with that.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Well, point in fact, it is actually Alwyn who invited me," He smiled diplomatically as the Goblin already seemed determined to begin with an aggressive stance. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I know what you can do, but I don't know what you will do, I don't know what you're thinking? Is it that you want to help us? Or to get in our way?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br><br>"You haven't the slightest notion of what I can do good lady, let alone the scope of what could be accomplished," he chuckles good naturedly "That said, when the initial posturing is done, the possibility of assistance is certainly something to discuss. I do think we might find greater success with a unified front." His smile was a bit more friendly now. <br><br>"This all said, yes, the citizens can certainly be elevated in station, there is more than plenty of room for that. It will however take some larger scale effort and forethought on our part. If we are going to assist the poor, we must perhaps consider first encouraging them <em>not</em> to burn down their own quarter of the city. I presume, I may speak freely of such intrigues?", he asks looking to Alwyn to ensure everyone is here for the same party. As the others continue to discuss, and Niles makes his entrance Selevahn preps the barrel for all to enjoy as desired.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>18-09-2020, 20:44:19</strong>
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				<strong>Week Three</strong><br><br>The marketplace is becoming a bit of a safe haven for meeting and plotting but thankfully it seems these plots are being carried out elsewhere. Spared most of the ravages that are befalling the rest of the city, Rakim counts his blessings as the days pass and his Bazaar remains safe, and relatively quiet. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>23-09-2020, 03:52:03</strong>
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				<em><strong>Week Four</strong></em><br><br>After escaping in silence and obscurity for a good while, the Marketplace suddenly erupts in activity! Alwyn's ceremony is the talk of the district, with most of the prominent figures of the area supporting in wholeheartedly. It is no surprise that the mage likewise becomes the first of the Aspirants to establish herself in this area! <br><br>But what will happen now? Will things go back to quiet and peaceful? Or is this just the start of bigger and crazier things to come? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>24-09-2020, 00:23:52</strong>
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				<em> storytelling</em><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EWE6P0qUMAQQMih.jpg)</div><br>Kieri<br><br>Alwyn needed more evidence to fully decide how she felt about kissing, but she most certainly did like being shown things... and taken control of, which Kieri seemed to also enjoy. The mage was surprised by how well the meeting was going, but she certainly wasn't going to complain. <br><br>"I... Don't know if I could stay still for painting... Doesn't it tickle?" Alwyn sounded embarrassed by how much of a concern being tickled was. Helpless laughter just absolutely ruined her badass magic wielder atmosphere. <br><br>Only partially distracted by the second kiss... It was amazing and made her heart race.. she slowly ran her fingers through the goblins hair, feeling the texture of it, and how her skin felt on another woman's. "Yes, please, more of that sounds very very good... But what do your markings mean? I recognize the paw of course..."<br><br><br><hr><hr><br>Kieri, Niles, Selevahn<br><br>The mage greeted both of the men politely, though with not quite the same enthusiasm she had for Kieri. The fact that one arrived early threw her off, causing her to adjust her glasses and squint through them for a second. <br><br>The child was amusing, causing a nod and a murmured "I think you're right..." <br><br>She was welcoming and friendly to everyone, though certainly no kisses were passed out. Those were for her pact mate. She did however, put some presents for the males in the boxes brought at her request. <br><br>For Niles, there were books and scrolls on constructs, and a clever little clockwork device for cooking eggs. <br><br>Selevahn got a model ship from three hundred years ago, and charts and maps. She was trying something clever, subterfuge and attempting to protect something dangerous. But she genuinely desired this alliance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>24-09-2020, 04:31:52</strong>
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				<em>Storytelling</em><br><br>Day 1<br><br>Kieri and Alwyn.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/6D60Uq7.jpg)</div><br>"A pair of skilled goblin hands, carefully tracing all over your body? Oh no, it doesn't tickle. Not unless they're inexperience. It feels a lot better than that."<br><br>Kieri took her mask off, placing it aside to allow Alwyn better feel her hair. "It would take a long time to explain it all," she told Alwyn. "They mean... everything. Who I am, where I came from, things I've done that I'm proud of, things I regret, what I stand for, clans I've been a part of, teacher I've had. And... what my preferences are." She gave Alwyn a long, lingering kiss, squeezing her breast more determinedly this time. "I can do more than this," she promised. "But not like this, sitting on this chair. Do you have a comfortable place where you could sit or lie down? And less clothes is always nice, of course."<br><br><hr><hr>Day 3<br><br>Kieri, Alwyn, Selevahn and Niles.<br><br>Kieri seemed to think for a few moment about what Selevahn said. She didn't answer immediately, but did cast her cloak aside as she went over to crack the barrel, filling and easily drinking a full mug. "Not bad," she said. "A bit weak, but I get why people might like it." Of course, complaints about the liquid's strength weren't surprising. There was a drink called goblin ale. It was thick, nasty and only usually drunk in small quantities and under careful observation. Goblins drank the stuff by the mugful.<br><br>It wasn't long after that Niles was invited in, earlier than had been planned. Kieri certainly didn't seem to mind. And towards him, her attitude seemed to be a lot warmer than it had been towards Selevahn. "I've heard a lot about you, Niles the Nerdist. A orc that managed to rise to a good university post. You're an example to all the non-humans in the city. You show what even we can do if given a chance. I wonder how many other orcs, how many goblins, even, could have been in the same place as you. How many will be able to get there, once we achieve our goals."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>24-09-2020, 05:28:36</strong>
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				<em> storytelling</em><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EWE6P0qUMAQQMih.jpg)</div><br>Kieri<br><br>Oh yes, that thought elicited another bright, big blush. "Oh.... But, I'm pretty ticklish..." She protested weakly, more playfully than anything else. Clearly she wasn't protesting particularly hard, but certainly seemed to be enjoying her time with the goblin woman.<br><br>"Everything...." She said softly, running her fingers over and over through that lovely sienna hair. "What would the markings for me be? " Nodding thoughtfully, she seemed especially touched by the way the goblins marked regrets. Very humble and a good practice the rest of the species should adopt. <br><br>Quietly, in a rather small, shy voice, the human asked the obvious question, her eyes not leaving Kieris. "And... What are your preferences, pact mate?" <br><br>The kissing and insistent little hand on her breast caused a soft moan, and her gaze drifted to the bed. Kieri was intense, but not threatening, or particularly demanding. Alwyn thought that her goblin partner would indeed back off the second Alwyn needed space. So she didn't move, yet, but she was persuadable, probably. Depending on the preference markings...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>25-09-2020, 02:02:07</strong>
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				<em>Storytelling</em><br><br>Day 1<br><br>Kieri and Alwyn.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/6D60Uq7.jpg)</div><br>"Ticklish just means sensitive, under the right hands," Kieri replied as she took two fingers, pressed together and starting tracing them over Alwyn. On her skin where she could, over her clothes where they, unfortunately, blocked the way. It wasn't clear if she was miming the markings she would place or merely enjoying the way Alwyn reacted to her touch. "I am no skilled marks-smith," Kieri replied. "I can read them, of course, but other than that, I only know the basics. But it begins with a conversation. You sit with your mark-smiths as they prepare the oils and preoare your body. Who you are, what you are, what you want to be shown... And often what you don't want to show, but should show anyway. And always, at the center, is this." Her other hand went to Alwyn's shoulder. Moving down and pulling gently, she managed to reach the mage's hand, which she placed on her own belly. "A mark of power. Some great achievement that all else revolves around. It's not always here, but it's always there. For you, if our plan works, maybe it will be a book. Or a fire. Or maybe it would be this instead." Her fingers moved over the tattoos on Alwyn's shoulder. "Your own markings. They have meaning too, right?"<br><br>"My preferences..." Kieri hesitated. "I'm... goblin. To a human like you, my preferences would seem vast and diverse. Especially since I practice what I say when I say that everyone should get a chance. Certainly, a human mage, beautiful and powerful fit inside of them. But even more than my preferences, is what I want."<br><br>Kieri spoke goblin, then. It was a rough, guttural language, but the way she spoke, it had a sort of strange, enticing rhythm and something like a deep melody to it. "This is the true version of the pact I came to share with you," she said once she was done. "It means a lot of thing, a lot of important things. And a lot of things that a human would maybe not understand or want." She shook her head. "I wouldn't expect you to. It wouldn't be fair. But when I gave my vow, I was ready to do any and all of it, just as much as you would want in return. And part of it is this." She took Alwyn's hand and moved it higher, to her breast. "I am yours. All of me. Fully." She took a hold of Alwyn's breast once more. "And you are mine. More than preference, I want to speak of what I want. I want you on that bed, without any clothes to get in our way. I want to touch, to taste all of you. I want to hear how you sound when I bring you pleasure. But I will not." She removed her hand. "Not unless you want the same."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blackcat792</strong> on <strong>27-09-2020, 06:01:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/326888879/original.jpg)</div> <strong>Roast:</strong> Chevis the Chic<br><strong>Toast:</strong> Alwyn <br><br><strong>Alwyn </strong> had followed through on what she had said she would do concerning the Grimoire and Shanira was a definite fan of people keeping their word. Knowing that the Grimore could have opened doors for <strong>Alwyn</strong>, it was impressive to Shanira that the woman had chosen to do what was right instead of giving into greed and making things dangerous for people. Not being even close to being wealthy, Shanira would show her appreciation in the only ways she could.<br><br>Despite the best efforts of the City Guard, there was always some level of crime in the city, no matter the district. The Marketplace District, though, was usually a hot spot for theft, muggings, and vandalism. Except not in the neighborhood of <strong>Alwyn's</strong> shop, not anymore. There would be a slightly larger presence of the City Guard there. And, when asked about it, the answer would always be the same. "We're here on orders from Shanira. There is no doubt in our minds that what <strong>Alwyn</strong> did was for the best for the city and we won't allow any nastiness to interfere with her business."<br><br>And if anyone actually sought Shanira out for confirmation of what some might call special treatment, she confirm it. Alwyn has done a service for the city that anyone with brains would be appreciative of. Things could have gotten very bad for people if the Grimoire had ended up in the wrong hands. She, and others, are trying to make things better without being fools about it. Not like <strong>Chevis the Chic</strong>. That man has intelligence, not that he shows it much these days, Always going on and on about salmon, of all things. Though, if she were to be honest, she hadn't really paid much attention to him other than being aware of the slight disturbance at the Docks over his delayed salmon delivery. Honestly....<strong>salmon!<br></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>27-09-2020, 19:17:34</strong>
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				<em> storytelling</em><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EWE6P0qUMAQQMih.jpg)</div><br>Kieri<br><br>The mage chuckled, amused by Kieris reframing of the issue. "I suppose that's true, as long as you don't mind me bursting into laughter occasionally..." Which was probably a tacit agreement to let the beautiful goblin explore more... <br><br>Watching the hand move on her skin, Alwyn took a deep breath. "Mm. Not at all sure I want the world to know certain things." She shrugged, dismissing the&nbsp; topic. She let the small woman move her as Kieri wanted, gently stroking her hand on the strong stomach. Smiling, moving her hand in small circles, she shook her head. "Destroying the grimoire is important, but it's not my greatest achievement. Perhaps a sunrise coming from stormclouds..." she mused, then looked at her own tattoos, imbued with so much magical powers. "Yes, meaning in a magical way. The skywhale is a protector, guardian. Some are designed for defense, warning, warding. The rest largely help me cast my most common magics, imbuing healing potions and the like. "<br><br>Said mage listened to her pact mate quietly, pushing her glasses up once again. She was starting to understand that Kieri was omnivorous in more ways than just one. Which was fair, they were different and had different goals and tastes and desires. But her pact mate was beautiful and kind, her goblin language enticing. <br><br>Absently stroking that small but full breast, Alwyn seemed deep in thought. "What if... You have two pact mates who suddenly desire completely opposite goals? How do you decide who to support then?"<br><br>It was amazing how impressively the young human could blush, bright red and glowing. Her smile to her little green lover was shy, but accepting. "I.... Yes. Yes to no clothes on the bed, and some touching. I... I'm not sure about anything more... It... Would be my first time... Of my own will..." Closing her eyes, she leaned against the beautiful goblin, taking strength from the unexpected comforting presence.<br><br><br><hr><br>Alwyn was more than happy to reciprocate when she could, sending a nice basket of coffee, teas, fruits and pastries to her favorite guards department now, with one of her characteristic awkward letters of thanks
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Intimate Ink</strong> on <strong>27-09-2020, 19:17:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/p7uOZ6q.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Chevis the Chic<br><br><hr><br>It had been a busy week for Chevis’ minions indeed!&nbsp; In addition to their normal minion activities, they had been spending the week painting quite the striking mural of Chevis at the marketplace.&nbsp; Chevis had a master eye for all things artistic, and if he did say so himself, the picture of himself was quite fetching.<br><br>He did feel bad for his homely minions having to stare so long at such an absolute beauty as they painted.&nbsp; Perhaps his dock minions he felt the worst off for… the Sircod’s and Ma’amkral’s.&nbsp; It was tough being reverse mermaids, having the brilliant legs of a mortal, and yet still bearing the striking face of fish.&nbsp; Still, they were quite hard workers, which was likely in part due to the fact that they lacked the ability to sing unlike those dreadful mermaids.<br><br>They were, of course, quite exasperated to hear that the mural they worked so hard on was being defaced before the week's end!&nbsp; They all knew it would look nothing like Chevis if a single blemish was shown upon his perfect skin.<br><br>Quite the crowd had gathered round as Chevis encouraged each of them to take hold of a raspberry danish and toss them upon his picture.<br><br>”I decree the leader of our fair city to be a sham!&nbsp; The way that Chevis sits in his palace and eats danishes while the people suffer is appalling!&nbsp; Why I heard he even makes rings out of gold.&nbsp; GOLD, I tell you, what a banal and senseless thing to have in the palace!”<br><br>One of the Sircods attempted to remind Chevis that he neither ruled, nor was a separate entity unto himself.&nbsp; Oh, this would be so much simpler if he had a voice like Ariel, that cheeky bitch!<br><br>“Haha!” Chevis screamed out in glee as he covered one of his image’s eyes with a direct hit from a danish.&nbsp; He encouraged the young around him to do the same.&nbsp; They were quite confused, but how often do people let you throw raspberry pastries upon a wall?<br><br>”Join me everyone, it is quite fashionable to speak of that dastardly devil Chevis the Chic!&nbsp; How dare he wish for hippogriffs!”<br><br>Chevis' minions sighed, the students and artist-tailors realizing that as soon as their leader declared things fashionable there was no hope.<br><br>Chevis, of course, upon great consideration added as he decided to test out the zesty colors of lemon bearclaws to his raspberry creations.&nbsp; “I do suppose that the true hero in this is Ixeol of betwixt and between!&nbsp; I can imagine no fate cruller than being stuck with that donutting Chevis!” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>27-09-2020, 23:34:07</strong>
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				<em><strong>Week Five</strong></em><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/32Y0w0A.jpg?2)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rakim, Judge of Worth <br><br>The wise old merchant looks over the scales in front of him. The breeze through the stalls is cool and relaxing. The sun beats a steady, comforting, warmth. The sounds of activity, but not uproar, are all about. <br><br>"It is good, we are spared the ravages of conflict." He announces with a pleased smile on his face. "Once things settle down in the Docks and the Slums, perhaps we can even learn to live with this Princess." <br><br>It is the most charitable thing anyone has said about Princess Red since, well, since anyone learned who she was.<br><br>But he isn't wrong, the people thing to themselves. The Marketplace has seen only good things happen. Destruction of evil books. The growth of influence of the hero who cast it apart. Perhaps Rakim is correct, the folks mutter to themselves. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>28-09-2020, 05:03:00</strong>
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				<em>Storytelling</em><br><br>Day 1<br><br>Kieri and Alwyn.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/6D60Uq7.jpg)</div><br>"I won't mind," Kieri replied to Alwyn. "Your voice is pretty. I bet your laughter is pretty, too." She nodded when Alwyn answered about the markings. "Powerful marks both," she agreed. "The... assistants I will be leaving you with are skilled marks-smiths. Much better than me. Hey will do great work on you, if you're ever interested."<br><br>When Alwyn asked about pact-mates, Kieri paused for a bit. Though that might have only been because she was enjoying Alwyn's attention on her breast. "Maybe think of it as... being hungry and sleepy at the same time. Sometimes, even you yourself have needs or wants that conflict." She shrugged. "We choose. Because choosing is necessary sometimes. And there is no resentment between true pact-mates. But that's also why true pact-mates must be chosen carefully."<br><br>Kieri started smiling eagerly when Alwyn finally accepted her offer, but that smile froze at the end. 'Of her own will.' Did that mean...? She chose not to pry, instead hoping off of her chair and taking Alwyn's hand to lead her to her bed. She motioned for Alwyn to sit or lay, as she wished, and started to help her undress. "I'll only be touching you, as you asked for. Other than kissed on your lips, which, I think, you've already allowed," she said in a calm, reassuring manner. She was being extremely careful, mostly because she was aware of the differences between humans and goblins. With a goblin, she would not have bothered asking. Being kissed and touched and more was considered to be flattering, even if the attentions were ultimately refused. But humans were different, so she had to be extra careful. "If and when you want me to do more, tell me and I will. If you want me to do less, tell me and I'll do that, too."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>01-10-2020, 00:51:31</strong>
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				<em> storytelling</em><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EWE6P0qUMAQQMih.jpg)</div><br>Kieri<br><br>The fierce goblin woman got her wish, as her human pact mate had to laugh at the compliments. "You are beautiful and I believe you are genuine in your words. Thank you. "<br><br>Continuing her gentle fondling of the surprisingly large and soft breast, she almost seemed to think better while touching another woman. "Mm.... I'm doubly flattered that you chose me, then, Kieri." Leaning down, the human took a gentle kiss from her partner. "I will try my best to not have resentment if any choices go against me.<br><br>"Yes to kisses..." She murmured. Something about Kieri was comforting, safe. The mage held up her hair as the small woman undid the zipper, revealing a bare back and soft green panties.. the mage's stomach was covered in hundreds of tiny fine scars from some kind of scratches, but she didn't mention it. Otherwise, she was nearly flawless, pale and pleasingly shaped. Taking the goblin woman in her arms, Alwyn smiled hopefully, shy. <br><br>"Would you stay the night with me, please, Kieri, pact mate?" She said quietly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>01-10-2020, 04:10:17</strong>
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				<em>Storytelling</em><br><br>Day 1<br><br>Kieri and Alwyn.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/6D60Uq7.jpg)</div><br>"I wouldn't lie to a pact mate. Not about something like this," Kieri anwered. She let out a small murmur of appreciation when her breast was fondled. "And I will do my best so that I do not have to make those choices," Kieri replied. With Alwyn sitting on the bed and Kieri standing on it, they were nearly the same height. "Yes to kisses... does that mean kisses elsewhere, too?" she asked as she placed one on the nape of Alwyn's neck. She had noticed the scratches on the mage's belly, but didn't ask about them. Maybe she would later. Or maybe never. Alwyn would tell her if she wanted her to know.<br><br>Kieri was surprised when she was suddenly grabbed, though was certainly appreciative of the feeling of naked flesh pressing against naked flesh and of Alwyn's larger breasts pressing against her. She grinned though. "Ah, yes, humans and your strange custom of linking sex and sleeping. So strange. But yes, if you want me to, I'll spend the night. This night and many others. Maybe I'll even invite you to spend the night with me, too, someday. If you're ever ready for it." She stroked Alwyn's hair gently until the mage seemed ready to continue once more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geeklet</strong> on <strong>01-10-2020, 18:27:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/oQoCM2D.jpg)</div> <strong>Morticia Scott</strong><br><br>Motivation: Freedom<br><br>She knew that she still had a long way to go, but people were starting to come around. And because of that, she actually felt free to walk around in public and not hide, for once. She strolled through the marketplace with an apple in hand, and a little skeletal dog trotting along beside her. After taking a bite of the apple, she sputtered out, "You know..." She looked down at the dog, taking a few moments to finish chewing before continuing her thought. "I'm glad that we've been able to convince some people. But you remember what we heard about what Freya said about us? Its like, she kind of gets it, but then doesn't. It isn't just about necromancy specifically, its about everything. People should be able to do what they want, and not be judged on the actions taken. I mean, judge the intention behind the actions, judge the outcome, sure, but the process to get there? Why should people be looked down on for what they do? I mean, I hate mimes, but if someone wants to stand around all day and act like a fool, who am I to stop them, ya know?"<br><br>Feeling satisfied with her thought, she took another bite of the apple, continuing to peruse the market.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Intimate Ink</strong> on <strong>01-10-2020, 20:03:44</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/p7uOZ6q.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Chevis the Chic<br><br><hr><br>(I am feeling ill this morning unfortunately, so am not sure I will get my planner writing done.&nbsp; This is a placeholder for a post where Chevis declares power as a second interest.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>02-10-2020, 18:23:53</strong>
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				<em><strong>Week Six</strong></em><br><br>The markets are starting to feel the effects of the chaos elsewhere. The fighting in the docks has halted the flow of goods from afar. The disruptions in the slums, and the incompetence in the palace are making foreign caravans look elsewhere. The market is starting to get quiet.<br><br>Rakim in his tent starts to ponder what he can do to fix this...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>07-10-2020, 00:04:37</strong>
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				<strong><em>Week Seven</em></strong><br><br>The activity level continues apace in the Marketplace, although some of the new browsers of the wares do look rather peculiar. Kasmina bin Talwar, who has seemed almost bored of the uproar around her thus far, perks up a little as she thinks she sees something interesting, rubbing her chin and appearing to be deep in thought for a moment, before turning back to her wares. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geeklet</strong> on <strong>11-10-2020, 04:03:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/oQoCM2D.jpg)</div> <strong>Morticia Scott</strong><br><br>Along a back alley of the Marketplace, several shop owners were gathered around, discussing something in private. Another worker, in the middle of a break, spotted the group and wandered over to see what the commotion was. Upon getting closer, he saw a petite, white haired woman and scoffed, "Witch..."<br><br>Morticia looked over at him and just smiled. "Come on, I am no bad witch. But come closer, you wanna hear this!"<br><br>"Now, I am sure you've heard the commotion in the docks, right? All the unrest causing that thing to wake up and make such a mess. And I am sure you all don't want that unrest to spill over to this district, right? May I interest you in some undead security? An armored skeleton standing by your door? Now now, before rushing to judgement, I am not suggesting replacing your current guards. Some nuanced things can only be spotted by the living, after all. I'm just talking about an extra layer of protection. They don't eat, they don't sleep, so they never need a break. Just ever watching, and ever vigilant. Any takers?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>11-10-2020, 05:07:43</strong>
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				<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EWE6P0qUMAQQMih.jpg)</div><br>Alwyn, long a member of the marketplace community, was standing by Kieri, her pact mate and lover. "I support Kieri, and her goals." She said firmly, as three of her groups of minions did various supportive things. <br><br>The helper spirit orbs, however, stayed close to Alwyn. The mage was <em> worried</em> about them, spending more time and effort on trying to cure them of the dark magic taint than actually organizing any real plans for helping Hexville. Most people didn't truly consider such constructs as sentient, but they were Alwyn's first friends...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Intimate Ink</strong> on <strong>11-10-2020, 07:02:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/p7uOZ6q.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Chevis the Chic<br><br><hr><br>It was late in the day at the Marketplace when Chevis had managed to find the proper light to accentuate all of his wonderful features.&nbsp; He had seen to it that his finest salmon-dress-wearing fans had marched through the bazaar bizarrely to announce his important speech.&nbsp; There was a great tragedy currently in Hexville:&nbsp; While that <em>other</em> Chevis the Chic was clearly out of touch, this Chevis the Chic would once and for all speak with the voice of the people.<br><br>”Ladies and gentlemen!”&nbsp; Chevis waved people around.&nbsp; Being convinced that the crowd gathered had to be greater than what it appeared, he grabbed a few passing market-shoppers by the arm, pulling them into the group. There was, of course, the one woman wearing mermaid purple.&nbsp; He frowned, having his minions dismiss her on the suspicion that something fishy was going on.<br><br>”We all know by now of the great drama occurring at the docks.&nbsp; Please let us all take a moment of silence.”&nbsp; Chevis lowered his head, breathing out as a single tear dripped down his impossibly well-chiseled cheekbone.&nbsp; With a formed fist he slammed his hand to the podium, ”With the new fall palette as my witness, no turtle in Hexville will be forced to turtle-walk the cat-walk alone again!”<br><br>Gesturing towards the docks, shaking his head, Chevis continued.&nbsp; “It is there that this poor fashion-forward fellow struts as a lone wolf… err, tortoise!&nbsp; To think that there is no show for him, despite him being decked in the brilliance of a customs house!&nbsp; No fellow models to walk with, draped in their own manner of manors!&nbsp; I, Chevis the Chic, will see that turtles everywhere are no longer oppressed by their shell, but shall instead carry a city upon their back.&nbsp; And that city shall belong to fashion!!!”<br><br>”To you sir tortoise I award you a ten; your style is incredible, so determined, and yet you strut without a hare out of place!”<br><br>Chevis raised a golden-lettered ten sign, praising a true Hexville Hero.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>12-10-2020, 02:05:58</strong>
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				<strong><em>Week Eight</em></strong><br><br>The Marketplace is suddenly a burst of activity! Skeletons! Goblins! Fashionistas! All are present and making their causes known after months of relative quiet! <br><br>The rising gossip about Kieri, Chevis, and Morticia of course also acknowledges the long standing presence of Alwyn. These four Aspirants are spoken of at length by the important folks of the Marketplace. <br><br>Rakim, judging the worth of the Aspirants, continues to be pleased with the presence of Alwyn and likewise welcomes the presence of Keiri. He seems rather distressed at the growing presence of Morticia and Chevis. <br><br>Chloe Ten Toes, speaking to a group of pickpockets, tells them that Morticia and Chevis have some potential, but she doesn't see much in Alwyn or Kieri. <br><br>Kasmina bin Talwar, idly thinking to herself, reflects that Morticia is the sort of person she'd like to see more of, and if not her she could settle for Alwyn. But she doesn't care much for Chevis or Kieri. <br><br>Finally, Arwen, talking humbly to a few of those who come for the simple goods she provides, states that she thinks Kieri has her heart in the right place, and when asked about the others simply smiles politely and changes the subject.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>16-10-2020, 03:03:30</strong>
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				<strong>Tagging Kieri!</strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/YpGMWGV.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Big Snuffles <br><br>The wooly loxodon plods his way up to the Marketplace. He is a friendly figure wherever he goes, especially thanks to the influence of the alliance in this district, he is quite welcome. When he explains that Kieri has sent him to rebuild the transport tunnels underneath the streets, his welcome increases. Perhaps this is why he does so well. Or maybe he just has the advice of goblins who are very good in tunnels. In either case the big guy makes a surprising amount of progress! <br><br><em>Big Snuffles has completed 50% of the work on this project! He will keep working on it unless told otherwise!</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>16-10-2020, 05:04:23</strong>
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				<strong><em>Week Nine</em></strong><br><br>Rakim judges the worth of the triple alliance as he hears tells of their growing influence. He weighs the tales of how they found the Grimoire here, how they are building new structures, how they have made friends all over the city, and how they all stand for civilization, to some degree or another. <br><br>"Civilization, Progress, Harmony...." Rakim says with a smile. "Yes, this is what we need. It is a worthy alliance."<br><br>"Then will you step aside, great judge?" A merchant asks. <br><br>Rakim chuckles. "I said it was worthy, not inevitable." <br><br>There are a few chuckles in response as the judge of the marketplace inhales from his hookah and appears to be carefully pondering his next move. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace - NPCs</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>16-10-2020, 05:06:41</strong>
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				<strong>Tagging Kieri</strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/dxvHEun.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Arwen Oakvale<br><br>"That is a mighty friend you have." <br><br>The voice is calm, soothing, like a soft summer breeze. And while it is a pleasant surprise, it is indeed unexpected. Kieri did not realize she had company on her high perch where she watched Snuffles and his crew working. She turns and sees Arwen, the druid of the Marketplace there, smiling her kind smile at the goblin.<br><br>"Would you like another?" She offers simply. <br><br><br class="clear_left"> <br><br><em>Respond here to let me know whether Kieri would like to take Arwen as an NPC ally!</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>c0i9z</strong> on <strong>17-10-2020, 02:00:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/6D60Uq7.jpg)</div><br>Snuffles was just fun to watch work, all those big muscles roiling under that thick fur. It was only unfortunate that he didn't seem particularly interested in having... other kinds of fun. He'd be a challenge, of course, but an enjoyable one. <br><br>"He is wonderful," Kieri agreed to Arwen, turning back to watch Snuffles. She had noticed her presence, of course, but hadn't chosen to acknowledge it until the other woman was ready. "He's done so much already in the Slums and will do more here. And all he needed was to be shown how he could help. We're doing great things here, I think. And we would be glad to have your help, or anyone's, to make them even greater."<br><br>"And speaking of help..." Kieri nodded her&nbsp; thanks to Arwen, only to softly drop near Kasmina, who had been passing by. "I'm Kieri, you've heard of me, I hope? And of what I'm trying to do? Low people moving up, wealth moving around, that would be of interest, wouldn't it, to a merchant like you? Certainly more than you could expect from the severe religion and military that our strongest foes have to offer. Something to think about, if you care to choose where to put your loyalties next."<br><br>With that, Kieri left once more. There were always more things to do, especially given the threat of this new, powerful alliance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>21-10-2020, 22:24:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EWE6P0qUMAQQMih.jpg)</div><br>Nobody knew quite what was happening to Alwyn's helper spirits. They didn't seem to be fading away, exactly. They didn't show the signs of expiring, the natural progression of everything from one realm to the mysterious beyond. They still drank of Alwyn's mana, supplied freely and always plentiful. <br><br>But something was changing. Most helper spirits had not been through so much, and certainly nobody else devoted as much time, energy, conversation and downright love to such constructs as Alwyn had. Most people considered the spirits mere helpers, artificial beings less intelligent than the average animal. But Alwyn had always acted like the orbs were her friends. Her only friends, at first. <br><br>So they were tucked away in her highly guarded house, behind layers of protection. The mage herself was with them every possible second, and her most trusted allies with them in her stead for the brief times she had to be away.<br><br>Something was happening, but nobody knew if it was miracle or nightmare, magic or mundane. Alwyn had accidentally created something new, and the concern for her orbs weighed heavily upon her....
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Hexville] The Marketplace</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>23-10-2020, 04:29:31</strong>
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				Storytelling<br><br>Alwyn, the real one, red-headed and human, looked at one of her magical notifications. Someone she was keeping an eye on kept saying her name. An eyebrow quickly raised, and her face got more and more impassive.... Until it broke, her jaw dropping in sheer unmitigated shock. This..... There were no words. <br><br>Finally, the most horribly awkward job proposal was over. Covering her eyes, Alwyn rocked slowly in her chair, making a noise that wasn't quite laughter, not quite helpless horrified sobbing, and wasn't screaming insanity, but rather some unholy incestuous combination of them all.
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