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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2015 0:09:53 GMT
After her swim in the Thames River, Sayha headed directly back into town. However due to the time, she knew no one would be available. On top of that, her search made her more tired than she had originally thought. She made her way to one of Londinium’s Inns and checked in for the night, or rather what remained of the early morning.
A few hours later, Sayha awoke refreshed. She got up but instead of heading out right away, she studied the fragment that she had found earlier. It was incredibly worn-down, but she was sure she could make out a few characters. However since they weren’t in line with each other, she wasn’t able to make out any of the words. The Divining Rod was still glowing since it was in the same proximity of the fragment, but she found some cloth to cover up the crystal so she wouldn’t constantly glow for no reason.
She packed the fragment and the Rod back into her bag and left the inn. Sayha knew that the main market area in Londinium was St. Pancras Station, but she hadn’t actually been in to that area yet; she didn’t’ know what to expect. Instead, she headed to the Old Parliament Building. Since the Building was where the banks were, Sayha thought that that would be a good place to start her search for an Artisan.
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Word Count: 233
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2015 0:11:41 GMT
When she arrived at the Parliament Building, it was actually slower than she had anticipated. There were a few adventurers forming parties, even some guilds doing some recruitment.
“Hey there, Assassin,” one of them came to me, “Are you looking for a hunting party or a guild? I’m sure I could hook you up with something.”
“The only think you could hook up is your attitude and leave it at the door,” Sayha scoffed, “but if you’re in such a giving mood, can you recommend me to an artisan crafter.”
“Playing hard to get, I like it,” he smirked, “I know of an artisan in the Way-Station. They don’t particularly like company, but for the right price, I’m sure you could convince them. I can make introductions if you like.”
He tried to hold out his hand to me, but I grabbed his thumb and pushed it away from his hand as hard as I could. He winced in pain. “I think I can manage on my own,” She seethed, “Of course you owe me an apology first.”
“I’m sorry,” he whimpered quietly.
“I didn’t quite hear you. Say it again.”
“I’m sorry,” he said slightly louder.
“Once more, I can’t quite make that out.”
“I’m sorry,” he said in a regular tone.
“Accepted for now, but if I find out you try that to me or anyone else again, I’ll track you down and make you regret it,” Sayha released him, and he instantly coiled back. A few of his friends looked surprised and looked back and forth between him and Sayha. She gave them a fake smile before heading out.
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Word Count: 272
Total Count: 505
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2015 0:13:18 GMT
After leaving the sleezeball at the Parliament Building, Sayha made her way towards St.Pancras Station, the home of the crafting and market square. After looking around she found a small Artisan stand.
“I was wondering if you would be able to help me with something,” Sayha said to the person manning the booth.
“How can I help you?” the booth person responded.
“I have this stone fragment that needs to be restored,” Sayha put the fragment on the table in front of her, “Can you restore this?”
“Let me take a closer look at it,” the artisan responded. She studied the stone fragment for a moment, turning and looking at it different ways. “I’m sorry to say I don’t think I can.”
“Is it the wrong subclass or something else?” Sayha asked.
“No, it’s the right subclass, but I’m not a high enough level to do a job like this. You’ll want someone at least level 10; I’m only level 7.”
“Can you recommend someone level 10?”
“I know of at least three other artisans, but I’m not sure what level they are,” the book attendant responded. She told me the location of the other three booths, and Sayha thanked her.
Taking the fragment, Sayha went to the first two booths, but neither of them were quite level 10. Giving it one last shot, Sayha went for the final Artisan booth.
The final booth was located on the far side of the market off to the side. Not only was there a table, but there was also a tent behind it. Behind the table was a strange Lander that had a weird look in his eye.
“How may I help an adventurer like yourself,” his voice was gravely, and it didn’t seem like he actually wanted to help me.
“I have an old stone fragment that I need to have restored,” I explained, setting the fragment in front of the man, “I’ve been told that only a level 10 or higher Artisan can restore it.”
“Yes, that’s correct,” the man responded, “and you may be in luck. I am level 20.”
I sighed of relief inwardly, “Would you be able to help me then?”
“That depends. I have a few questions for you.”
“Very well. What are those questions?”
“Who are you? Where did you come from? Where are you going? Why do you have this fragment? What is the purpose of having it restored?”
“My name is Sayha,” Sayha started to answer, “I’m from what you would call the Land of Wen, but I’m here now. I go where I need to be. I have this fragment as I was given a quest by the Messier Sage, and they need it restored so that they may read the tablet.”
“The revolution brought by the immortals shall awaken the souls of the ancients,” the man quoted. It was something the Sage had said the previous day.
“Were you there in the square when the Sage made the announcement?” I asked.
“No, I was not. I will restore the fragment not for you, but for the Sage as you are merely an instrument, a means to an end,” he turned and took the fragment back into his tent. After a few moments, he returned, the fragment completely legible. “Take it and go, adventurer.”
“I thank you for your assistance,” Sayha took the fragment and left the market, with a chill running down her spine as she remembered the prophesy that had been spoken.
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Word Count: 583
Total Count: 1088
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