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Post by Arioch on Feb 7, 2019 1:38:51 GMT
The mention of the glaciers made him smile. They were beautiful things... And deadly things as well. Anyone who fell on the icy water was surely to perish within seconds... And there was also the danger of a cave in, of being encased in ice, of meeting one of the many deadly predators. And first and foremost the cold itself, which made everyone in the tribe shed whatever shame they could possibly have regarding their bodies when it came to keeping warm.
He nodded, and then listened intently to her tale. He had absolutely no idea what an Urmlaspyr was. Or a Sembia for that matter, but what he got from that was that she, like him, came from a very far away place. With a smile then he shook his head.
"I didn't have any idea this city even existed up there, there are plenty of tales that ve hear from travelers but ve seldom concern ourselves vith things ve'll never see. I arrived in Vaterdeep by ship, it vas a short trip and I vas meant to keep going but I decided to stay and learn a bit more... Maybe travel inland from now on. I suppose Sembia has more in common with Vaterdeep than vith the north... No?"
He offered, hiding the fact that his travels had come to a halt also because he had been absolutely bankrupt at the time as well. And then his voice took on with certain veiled enthusiasm then.
"You should go and bet for me, that vould be a good way to make some money"
He bragged, half jokingly, half serious. He waited for a bit before saying something that had been on his mind for a bit.
"I have no idea vhat a glassblower is, I'm sorry"
Any glass they could've of had came from other people and travelers, and being such a brittle material it was seldom optimal for any but a few uses. They had few forges, if any, and many weapons were crude and practical. His own sword was rather good on the grounds that he had gotten it second hand from a merchant once. And for the current land it was only... well, standard. Functional. But not noteworthy.
He looked at her, slightly ashamed at his own ignorance, but interested nonetheless. Perhaps it was something that had to do with magic. So far, everything about the woman had a tingle of wonder to him, from the magic, from her appeareance, to her far origins.
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Post by moralhazard on Feb 7, 2019 1:59:25 GMT
Thea shivered a little. Life in the north sounded both beautiful and bleak all at once. She imagined it was the danager, rather than the beauty, that kept them focused on the life at hand, with no time for wanderings or imaginings, and – no time for glassblowers. Yes – without any question, Thea could imagine Arioch as a gladiator. There was a certain beauty in fighting, an artistry to it that she felt she had never quite mastered, not with her daggers nor her magic. Arioch may have been from a place of bleak beauty and little artistry, but she could well imagine he was a thing of beauty with his sword.
At Arioch’s confession, though, Thea shook her head, eyes wide in mock disparagement. “That is a shame! Several weeks in Waterdeep, and you’ve yet to see any glassblowing,” she teased, grinning again.
“Glassblowing is the art of shaping glass,” Thea’s hands fluttered before her, fingers spreading wide as if she could somehow show him with gestures. “One heats the glass – so hot it’s like liquid. Then you blow air into it,” she pursed her lips, exhaling three short blasts with the faintest edge of a whistle to each. “And shape it… well, into whatever you want, with enough practice.” Thea smiled. “We make all sorts of things, from tankards in a shop or vials from an apocethary to… art.”
“Oh! I know. Here,” Thea reached into her tunic, and emerged with her hand closed around something. She stopped in the middle of the street, utterly heedless of the traffic flowing around them, and held her hand out to Arioch, waiting until she could open it into his.
A small glass bead landed on his palm, purple with jagged gold streaks slashing through it, perfectly round and smooth. Thea grinned. “It’s a bead – for a necklace. A part of glassblowing.”
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Post by Arioch on Feb 7, 2019 5:35:13 GMT
As the conversation went on, Arioch was getting more interested into glassblowing and found himself wondering just what was it? So far he knew it probably involved glass, and blowing, but he was fairly sure it wasn't going to be the art of blowing air on a window or something similar. He was imagining it was something similar to... firedancing? No, it had to be some sort of craft. But if he went by what she said, it was something you could witness... Maybe it was a bit and a bit, a craft that could also double as a performance and that was why people would witness it?
In spite of his silence this was something that could be seen on his eyes without much effort, the level of curiosity she had inflicted upon him.
When she mentioned shaping glass, he once again first imagined magic because it involved her. And then a myriad of different things as he followed the movement of her fingers. Liquid glass? He had never seen anything like that. He tilted his head, slightly confused, still as curious as anyone could be. "So it's like... clay? But made of glass? I thought glass was really brittle. I really can't imagine how that goes."
He stopped on his tracks as soon as she did, caring not for anyone else walking. Lucikly they weren't being trailed so close that anyone crashed into them, but a few people had to choose to go around them, without sparing some looks as to why they had suddenly halted. To him, they were but blurs on the background. It took him a few seconds to understand what she expected of him, and then approached with his hand open.
His hand had several small scars on the palm of his hand, and a large one going from the backside of one of the knuckle of his pinky, all the way to where the thumb began. His hand was callused around the underside of his knuckles and around some joints too, small , tiny wounds were present as well. It was a big hand with long fingers, nimble, yet strong.
He looked at the bead with utmost attention, delighting in the pleasure of a new experience, and quickly grabbed it with his other hand so he could rise it up and look at it by placing it under direct sunlight.
"It's beautiful..." He said then, with such honesty that it trampled over any notion of false flattery, and as he put his hand down again, offering it to her again his eyes longed for her's. "Did you make this?" He asked. He was genuinely amazed.
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Post by moralhazard on Feb 7, 2019 5:53:46 GMT
“Yes,” Thea reached forward and delicately scooped the bead from his palm, careful not to touch him, smiling up at him. There were no words for the thrill that genuine admiration of her art inspired in her, second only to the sheer joy of actually working glass.
It had been well over a dozen years since Thea had first learned to mold glass with her breath. As a little girl, it had been a hobby; something her Uncle Thaddeus had taught her to do when he’d found her exploring the workshops one too many times. Later, much later, it had become much more to her, a lifeline when the rest of her life had changed unutterably and irretrievably. All the same, she had never quite lost that first joy of watching her breath mingle with the glass, making it into something new. Even beads – one of the first thing she’d learned to make – still had the capacity to amaze her.
Thea had scars of her own, of course; darker blue patches of skin on her hands from old burns, calluses on her fingertips and palms from working with hot glass.
“It’s delicate like this – quite brittle, as you said,” Thea explained. “When it’s hot, though, it’s – yes, almost like clay. There’s this brief moment where it’s nothing, just… just raw potential,” Thea smiled, the bead still sitting between her fingers. “It’s yours to shape. You mold it, with the heat and your breath and your hands, and that’s the form it will take, forever,” she smiled at Arioch. “There isn’t anything else like it.”
Another pedestrian dodged around them, grumbling loudly enough to break through her reverie.
Thea tucked the bead away and smiled again at Arioch. “Sorry, we should…” she gestured with one hand, letting him take the lead once more. “Could I ask – how did you get those scars?” Her fingers fluttered towards his hand.
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Post by Arioch on Feb 7, 2019 6:11:15 GMT
It almost made him slightly envious of her, being able to play around with glass and have it take any shape you wanted sounded like fun. He wasn't considering right then how dangerous it could be, considering that for anything to be that melleable, he imagined, it must have be quite hot. He imagined himself doing it, and wasn't sure for a moment if he'd have the patience and the necessary finesse to pull it off.
"That sounds really fun... And really hard... If you make one mistake, that must be it" Admitted, just about the time another pedestrian dodged around them, his expression changed slightly.
"One of the reasons I don't like the city very much..." He grumbled in response as he followed the person with an intense stare of pure bother, for a moment there he felt like calling out to the angry, his anger bubbling from within. "Just like I don't like many of the people here. They are rude, for the most part... Or at least more rude than vhere I come from. It may be that because in here it's a rare ocurrence that someone might try to ram an axe into your skull if you anger them enough."
The way he said it made it sound as if he longed to do just that, or at least, thought of it as something not that uncommon. He began walking again, and sighed his anger away heavily. The question about the scars caught him off guard, he paused for a moment in his mind to think about what she meant, right up until he saw the gesture pointing towards his hand.
"Oh" He tried to remember "The big one... from grabbing a sword vith my hand once. It vas vorse then. The others... I really don't remember..." He said and it was true, he wasn't precisely delicate when it came to his own body or to the things he did. While carrying heavy weights and wielding heavy swords calluses in the hands were the first things to form. Splinters, small burns, tussle with the local fauna, and ocassional accidents. And that was not counting the fights he got in, few things felt as pointlessly painful as breaking a knuckle due to a bad hit. It happened more frequently than a lot of people thought if you weren't careful. And at least, once to every brawler.
"What about yours?" He inquired with interest looking back at her. He had been surprised to see her hands looking like that, but he liked it. It meant that she used them. Soft hands meant she was used to a life of luxury. Those calluses and burns, that he couldn't yet quite tell apart from a bruise due to her coloring, were perhaps the tellsign of a dedicated crafter.
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Post by moralhazard on Feb 7, 2019 6:28:28 GMT
“Yes,” Thea admitted, and giggled. “As an apprentice, I made – well, a lot of mistakes. It isn’t something you can learn overnight. But there are some ways to recover. Some mistakes you can melt down again and start over with. Others, you have to accept and throw out the piece. Sometimes it’s about changing your perspective. Something that seems like a mistake really might be a better fit for what you’re trying to do.” She paused. “And, of course, mostly we use molds for things like glasses, beakers, vials. You still need to be careful and precise, but you pour the melted glass into a shape, which makes it harder to make a mistake.”
Thea almost giggled at Arioch’s comment about ramming an axe into someone’s skull, taking it for a joke at first – at least until the tone of his voice registered. She cleared her throat instead, glancing sideways at him. “Well, not for cutting someone off on the street, at least,” she offered.
Thea cringed at the thought of grabbing a sword with her hands, reflexively curling her fingers into her palms. Arioch asked about her scars, and Thea grinned, opening her hands back up and extending them, turning them over. “Glassblowing,” she said, cheerfully. “It takes quite a bit of heat to make the glass soften.” She ran one finger over a particularly large spot on the back of her left hand. “I dropped a bird I was working on one my hand once,” Thea explained, holding it out. “The burn hurt, but truthfully the loss of the bird was worse!”
“Do you fish here in the city?” Thea asked, changing the subject somewhat. It wasn’t that far – her livelihood was glass, his was (evidently) fishing – and she had been wondering. It seemed terribly unlikely that one would be able to catch such big fish nearby.
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Post by Arioch on Feb 8, 2019 4:00:20 GMT
"Oh"
He said and then felt a little dumb for not assuming they would have molds for everything. Why, it only made sense, it made the process a whole lot faster and a whole lot more precise as well while keeping accidents to a minimum. Why should glassblowing be any different than any other craft like that?.
"Vounds on the hands, specially fingers, have a tendency to bleed a lot. Even if it's not something serious. The first time I got a gash I thought I vas going to bleed out... Silly me"
He said with a smirk at the memory, though back then it seemed a lot less funny as dread filled him in the way and intensity only a child can feel. Quickly he caught on the comment about the pedestrian.
"Vell no, not just because cutting someone off... But like it has consequences. You know, you don't vant to start anything you von't be able to finish because there is a real chance you'll have to. I mean obviously it didn't happen every day but... I don't know, it's difficult to explain."
He said giving up, though he was not frustrated at his limited vocabulary, the comment was more of a footnote than anything else, as if they were talking about the weather or on how the snow was different in here than up in the north. Arioch listened with interested and pictured a bird on his mind, a bird made out of glass. He imagined it much like the bead he had seen only except in bird shape.
"That sounds painful... Did it break or... Just splashed into you?" He asked with a vague worry in his voice, but unnable to hide his curiosity about the way molted glass worked. He would be satisfied with just that, he'd know how to imagine it then. He figured it would be rude to keep the subject going with questions such as "And did it hurt much?" "How much?".
"No..." He admitted on the subject of fishing with a small slow shrug "There is a river not too far, I do my fishing there. It's pretty steep for a river, and sometimes other creatures come to try and catch some too. I wouldn't like fishing here... Too many people in the city, I don't like it. The thing about vinter is that no one here vants to go outside... It's not so cold for me... Vhich makes me think I'm going to dread the summer in these lands, if I'm still here vhen it comes."
His eyebrows went up in a bit of a dreadful expectation, his eyes opening a bit more. At least there were rivers and waters nearby... He thought of something then, and his gaze came back to focus on hers.
"Does that mean you own a shop?"
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Post by moralhazard on Feb 8, 2019 4:26:19 GMT
Thea glanced at Arioch, listening intently as he tried to explain his earlier cut-off. It sounded like he’d come from an intense place, a village of warriors forged by ice and snow. She could imagine it would be hard to explain, especially as he’d only just left for the first time. “Do you find it disrespectful?” Thea asked, trying to gauge. She got the sense Arioch wanted to move on, but she couldn’t quite help herself; it was too interesting to let go fully. “If someone – “ Thea wrinkled her nose again, trying to think how to ask it. “I mean – is it a question of respect? Someone brushes past you on the street, grumbling, acting rudely. Is it as if – as if they don’t take you seriously?”
Thea giggled at the mental image of the glass splashing off of her hand. “No – no, nothing like that. It slid, actually. It hardens very quickly, the moment you take the heat away. It landed on my hand, I turned my hand – I couldn’t help it – and the bird slid off and shattered on the floor.” She looked down at her left hand, almost mournfully. “For a while I thought – if I just could have turned it further, maybe I could have caught it!” She grinned at Arioch. “But, really, that just would’ve been a much worse burn.”
“Outside of the city?” Thea arched a delicate blue eyebrow. She wasn’t any stranger to journeys; she hadn’t minded sleeping on the ground during the trips she’d made through Sembia, let alone on the long trip to Waterdeep, but – to choose it willingly? Then, a moment later, she grinned at her own foolishness. Someone else would probably find her habit of sleeping in the workshop just as silly.
“Oh – no, not yet,” Thea sighed. “Someday, I will,” she straightened up, puffing out her chest. “I mean – I hope to,” she grinned at Arioch, deflating a little. “There’s a glassblowing workshop in the North Ward, Thond Glass and Glazing Shop. The owner lets me use some of his space and materials, and in exchange he gets some of my profits. If I can save enough, I’d love to have my own workshop, even a shop – and apprentices of my own, someday!” Thea grinned.
“What about you?” She smiled at Arioch. “Are you happy sleeping by the river?”
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Post by Arioch on Feb 8, 2019 5:02:43 GMT
"It's a challenge" He said without any room for a doubt "People only do the things they think they can get avay with, most of the time. Unless it's an accident of course... But people vatch themselves a lot more vhen it can get serious, and if they don't vant trouble they apologize."
He stopped talking to try and think a way to explain it to Thea using any experiences that they both might have shared.
"Think of the thugs... Do you think they vould have jumped you if you vere an eight foot and a half vall of muscle with scars on your face? Chances are they vouldn't have even looked at you in the eye for longer than a split second. And this hypothetical giant vouldn't get bumped on into the street either, and if someone does they vould apologize... Unless it's a challenge."
At this time he was already gesturing with his hands, waddling the big fish left and right as he described how tall was this hypothetical Thea on steroids and how impertinent were the people that had bumped into them. "It's like up in the north people are more concious about these things. There's no lies about it. I think people here believe being passive or forgiving to be a virtue too. It's like someone vould spit in your drink, and you vould forgive him, and that makes you the better person. It's concealing your veakness in a false virtue, that's no real virtue."
Arioch preached letting himself be carried away in the speech, it was after all something that was quite important to him. Being strong, proving himself, overcoming challenges, improving over time. It was part of the path he had chosen and weakness... It also reminded him too much of himself, of the mistakes of his past.
"So vhen someone purposedly bumps into you, doesn't apologize and gives you the eye... Vhat they're saying is "Yes, I can hit you if I vant, vhat are you going to do about it?". If you're veak you're going to look down or mumble something. If you're strong your going to call him out, loud and clear, or push him back." He continued "And people ain't dumb, nobody likes getting beaten... So they're only going to push and abuse those people they think veak. Question on anyone's mind when that happens should be... Are you?"
Pointed out by pointing at her while still gesturing with the fish, and looking to the people around. He hadn't been planning on givin her the full thesis on why it was okay to kill someone who was giving you shit was alright, or having it sound like something so trivial, but once he got going on the subject he was on autopilot. These were things he had thought long and hard about while he was traveling, while he was cursing his own weakness and cowardice. At first he blamed it on something else, on circumstance... But the lie didn't last, and once he got through that he couldn't help but see the little similarities in everyone. It was easier to spot those little bits in everyone else after he had been afflicted with it.
When his full report was done, he shook his head in surprise. Clearly he agreed that grabbing the hot smoldering thing out of instinct would have been a much worse burn, but sometimes instincts took hold.
"It's a good thing that you didn't" He said instantly imagining the pain across the palm of his hand, the smell of seared flesh and that persistent pain, as if the burnt never really went away. Arioch nodded at the mention of the shop, a smile slowly forming upon his lips as he was filled with the kind of hopeful energy that longing for something brought on him, to have an objective, something to look forward to. "I'll make sure to head there if I need something..." A small pause for a split second. He thought to himself, don't sound stupid now. "... Glassblowed." I'm done, replied that thought. I'm done with you.
He quickly shrugged, trying to do some damage control. "It's not bad... I mean, I'm used to it" To describe it as happy would be overselling it, but neither was he having such a bad time that it was unbereable. Life outside the city was rougher, but he was used to that. He didn't want to go soft either, or begin to rely too much on other's to make a living. He wasn't sure sleeping in a bed would be "going soft", but so long as he couldn't afford one he'd consider the thought heresy.
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Post by moralhazard on Feb 8, 2019 5:31:01 GMT
It was a longer speech than she’d expected from Arioch, and Thea drank in every word. She watched him every moment he spoke, turning as best as she could, quite visibly giving Arioch her full attention as he explained his thoughts on – Thea wasn’t quite sure what to call it. Human interaction? Society?
The icy mountains sounded like a lawless place. That was what was missing from Arioch’s explanation, Thea thought – laws. Laws said that little provocations, like someone brushing past you, weren’t worth fighting over, that keeping society’s peace meant more than losing face in a single interaction. She shivered a little, for the first time a little afraid of the man walking next to her – for the first time, realizing just how alien he might be. It only lasted a moment; the waving about of the fish robbed Arioch of just enough of his gravitas that Thea couldn’t quite maintain her fear.
“I understand, I think,” Thea said, solemnly. “At least – better than I did before. Thank you for explaining.” She smiled a little. “So – since I’m… well, not quite eight and a half feet, what should I do when someone pushes me? Shock them?” She raised an eyebrow, wondering what Arioch thought of fighting back with magic.
Thea bit back the laugh at the word glassblowed, accepting the compliment in the spirit it was intended. “You’re welcome any time. Even if you don’t need – ah – anything.” She couldn’t quite manage to repeat it, and besides, she didn’t want to sound like she was making fun of him.
“There must be something you want to change,” Thea nudged a little deeper, smiling at Arioch. “If not sleeping by the river, then what?”
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Post by Arioch on Feb 8, 2019 5:56:18 GMT
He chuckled and shook his head, ignorant to the fact that he might have been scaring the person right next to him more than he did the pedestrian that bumped against him.
"No" He said only interrupted by that small chuckle "You need to intimidate them. That you look veak doesn't mean that you are... But people vho don't know this vill assume you to be veak. You've got to be assertive. Usually vhen someone vants to mug you, vithout veapons, he'll try to make you be afraid. And it's important that you're honest vith yourself. If you're afraid it shows on your voice, on your body, on the vay you carry yourself. He'll prod you to see if you're scared. If you aren't, it'll show as vell. You need to be dangerous. To let him know that you are, make him see that you vill end his life because of that slight, that he should have thought it better because now you don't care and he's a walking corpse, about to die, he caught you in a bad day, he shouldn't have ever tried you. This all takes place in but a moment... But he'll see it. He'll perceive that danger and begin to back off, try to save face, but he vill back off. You're too much trouble. He'll find someone else. Someone easier. He'll find a vay to tell himself he ain't scared of you, you know... rationalize the whole thing."
He explained with those huge swinging motions, mixed up with some shrugs from his shoulders. It was an unusual thing for him to be in a position where he could be the tutor to... to anything really, he didn't know much at all. But those things... Those primal things, behaviors, those barbaric things the civilized world turned away from. Those things he knew by heart.
"Maybe you could use your magic" He suggested then, his expression turned to one of excitement. "Don't just blast him avay, but do a demonstration. Tell him you'll blast him next if he doesn't move. And then if he doesn't, blast him. Because if you don't, that means that you were bluffing and your vord is worth nothing. Also it means that even if you could, you vouldn't, vhich it vould only embolden him. No matter vhat you say, you've really got to be ready to do it, othervise it'll show."
He nodded, to be able to see through other people in those situations... It took a certain kind of practice. To him, bluffs were never a problem. Because he never bluffed at all, all his threats were real, as crazy as they sounded. And it showed. Thus he didn't have to worry about pretending to be reckless in the face of danger, he already was. And other people would be able to feel that.
It was his turn to blush when she said that bit about not needing anything. He focused on the path they were walking with a gaze of pure iron, biting down the shame. Thankfully the mask and it's colors helped a bit to conceal that. "I'll hold you to that" He said then, with a quick glance at her eyes and then back to the street.
"Vell..." Arioch started and then fell silent as he considered her words. What did he want to change? Why, his weakness of course. He wanted to find those things that made him scared, and then face them. In combat preferably. He wanted to lose all fear of death, all fear of loss. He wanted to become used to overcoming the challenges in his way, to not giving in to the mind-killer. His eyes came back from the depth of his thoughts.
"Making more money vouldn't hurt. There are some things I vant to buy on the market... But everything here is so expensive..."
He complained. It wasn't lying technically. He did want those.
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Post by moralhazard on Feb 8, 2019 6:09:17 GMT
Thea smiled a little; when you boiled it down, really, the advice wasn’t so different from what she knew about being a glassblower. Don’t promise more than you can deliver.
When she’d been aboard her mother’s ship, Thea hadn’t had to worry about this sort of stuff, at least not for herself. She’d been even smaller at twelve, and never a threat to anyone, at least not physically. She’d seen it, though – big men pushing around small ones, and sometimes smaller men pushing around big ones. Her mother hadn’t needed physical strength to control her crew, although Thea knew she had been well-trained with daggers. But – maybe the trick was that she’d never seemed afraid? Not even at the end – with the storm swirling around them – Thea could remember her own fear, utterly overwhelming, and the calm, confident look on her mother’s face, even as -
“I’ll keep that in mind for next time,” Thea promised, pushing the thoughts away with a light, easy smile. “… Hopefully there won’t be one, but just in case.” Warnings, she felt, were a nice, safe area between being trodden upon and breaking the law. She wasn’t so sure she could implement Arioch’s advice about not being afraid; but, then, she’d learned quite well to hide her amusement. How hard could it be to learn how to hide her fear? Thea shivered, a breeze tickling the hairs on the back over her neck, and tossed her head, just enough that the breeze swept away through her hair.
Thea giggled. “I know the feeling!” She was almost positive that Arioch wanted more than just money and stuff, but she would let this one go, at least for now. “What would you buy first?”
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Post by Arioch on Feb 9, 2019 5:22:02 GMT
"Oh, that's easy"
Said Arioch then, with glee in his eyes the question had been already answered many many times in his head already as he toyed with the idea of being a wealthy man. To him it was something new, the idea of money being able to acquire things for him, and thus having more money being equal to being more... powerful, in a way. In earlier times his fantasies had been about being more powerful, about becoming a better warrior, about receiving a vision or a blessing of Tempus. Those kinds of things.
"There is a big magical sword that I really like, it's beautiful. I don't remember if it was elven crafted, or dwarven crafted, but the owner said it uses fire! You can say a word and the sword will lit up beautifully with runes around it and start glowing red hot around the edges. I want that sword. I need that sword."
He said looking at her with both eyebrows rised as if to drive the point home, making a really hilarious expression to behold even if it was mostly comprised of the upper half of his face being visible. He imagined himself wielding such a weapon and it was hard to contain the excitement. Maybe even wielding it in the arena in front of everyone, to show it off. Or just alone in the woods. He wanted to use it to fight against someone, the allure of such a weapon was pretty intense for him. He had a certain love for weapons, but magical weapons? Those were in another category entirely, most weapons like that were only legend where he had grown up, and to see those weapons in here displayed and available... He would admit to himself that sometimes his thoughts turned to theft due to the temptation and the poberty. Perhaps soon and if he did good in the arena he would be able to start saving up more money than what little fish trading got him.
"There is also a cape I like... But there are other things I like. A book about... magical creatures, and beasts... I don't know how to read it but the pictures are pretty. I want that too. It had huge monsters in it, and with that I should be able to know the biggest, most dangerous creatures that inhabit the lands. I want to find the biggest one, or a really dangerous one. And then I want to hunt it. And wear it as a cape. In the north some animals will leave you alone if they confuse you for one of the dangerous animals we have up there, even if it's only you wearing their skin. It wouldn't be so strange to think it would be the same here and also... I bet it would have other uses."
Admitted before turning the question back on to her in good spirits, he was wondering what would a girl like her want from the market, if she could get anything she desired.
"And you? What would you get?"
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Post by moralhazard on Feb 9, 2019 5:44:36 GMT
Thea could feel the excitement flowing off Arioch like waves as he described the sword he’d seen. She knew there was no chance of hiding her smile, so she went with it, hoping to see encouraging rather than patronizing. “It sounds amazing. I’ve seen enchanted swords before – ones that don’t break, things like that – but never anything like that.”
A cape, a big book of monsters so he could slay the biggest one he could find. Thea almost giggled as his description of hunting it down, but, if she was honest, it made a certain amount of sense. “Is that where the clothes you’re wearing now came from?” Thea asked, curiously. “An animal?”
“I don’t think there’s anything I want on the market as badly as I want my own shop,” Thea admitted. “But… if I could have anything I wanted, anything at all, without paying for it…” Thea bit her lip, thoughtful.
“Gloves that would let me handle the glass directly,” Thea’s eyes glowed at the thought. “I’ve heard it’s possible, but I – I’m sure they’d cost more than I could ever afford. I make do with tools and blocks, but… if there were small, thin gloves, spelled to let me handle the glass directly… it would be so incredible,” she grinned at Arioch.
“That or – a fancy dress,” Thea spun with her next step, cloak spinning out wide around her. “I suppose you don’t have those either, in the mountains? They’re not very practical. Or - blue diamond jewelry. I've only even seen blue diamonds once, a lifetime ago, but they were the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen."
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Arioch
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Post by Arioch on Feb 9, 2019 6:19:35 GMT
He was confused there for a moment, first and foremost at the first thing she had said. The gloves made sense and he knew many smiths who would also be glad to have such gloves. Or ones that assisted them in their craft.
"But can't you do that with magic?" He said then, aware that the thought had just occurred to him while it should have come to his mind much, much earlier in the conversation. It was a strange thing for him that someone could throw lightning at people and yet be burned. Wasn't lightning something that also burned people, like fire? If so, shouldn't she have some kind of mastery over the element or a spell that allowed her to not be burned when she touched something hot? Clearly she didn't , judging from her burns but the question still remained in the air.
And that led him to the other question, which made him tilt his head slightly, before looking elsewhere as he tried to picture it on his mind, trying to see if he had heard it elsewhere before saying:
"We don't have dresses up there, I would be hardly pressed to know what one is or what kinds of dresses there are, though I can give myself an idea..."
Commented at the end, before going back to looking at her, using the opportunity as she spun too look at her from head to heels. Strange that she was. He would have never figured that he would be talking to a person that was blue and white earlier when he was up in the north, or when he was still a child. Had she not been in that crowded city, she would have looked like a princess out of a fairy tale to him. It was rather mundane here after having seen others, but to him, she had a bit of that wonder still.
He averted his gaze then, pulling back to reality.
"A blue diamond? Are those like special beads?"
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