Prepare for the #LodanRespawn2024 Existing characters may choose to be displace from/have memories of different timelines, thereby allowing returning members the option to retcon their whole character. These changes are the result of the "Unnatural Fog" plot device that is running between now and the Respawn. The plot is simple: no matter where your character is, that place is shrouded in a thick fog that suspends time, but not thoughts or memories, so even if they're repeating the same day over and over again, they continue to remember, so each time feels like a new day. For those retconning OCs; this is where new versions of themselves have the opportunity to replace the old versions. Official lore and tree updates will be announced asap
OPEN TO ALL Amon placed the last notice on the shelf, sighing with relief at a job well done. He had just finished rearranging the contents on the shelves. Instead of having a lot of each item on the shelf, there were only handfuls of each toy, acting merely as displays (as noted by the "Display Only" signs). Hopefully this should further deter any shoplifters, as well as allow him to hide a few extra "surprises" of his own.
Releasing another sigh, Amon walked around to the counter in the back and took out some notes. Well, at least he should be better prepared for more "surprises" from now on...
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Post by Aldvar Ragnulf on Apr 4, 2017 19:23:29 GMT
Today was the day, he supposed. Aldvar stood in front of the toyshop. Perhaps it would have been a better idea to leave his bow at home, and to change out of his hunting gear.... But he hadn't thought that hunting before asking to join the guild might have been a bad idea when he awoke this morning. A man needed to do what he needed to do, after all, and he needed wares to sell. Had he brought an example? Confirming that he had, he sighed and opened the door. He hoped the shopkeeper wouldn't be too alarmed by a man in furs entering his shop, but his attention found itself snatched away by the clockwork toys that lined the shelves. Awe circled within his blazing blue eyes and he reached over to pick one up, to inspect it closer, examining it from all angles. How he wished he was able to create such things - and maybe someday he would be able to. It was no surprise the rest of Sveden had left his town in the dust. While the rest of the country as advanced in technology, they had relied on more traditional methods to survive. He realized now that that was likely not the best way to live.
Amon glanced up, only to sit up straighter to get a better look at the man.
Huh.
Well...while he wasn't the strangest person to enter his shop, he was most certainly one of the most unique...
"...Uh...can I help you...?"
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Post by Aldvar Ragnulf on Apr 5, 2017 20:41:28 GMT
Aldvar, his attention engulfed by the specimen in his hands, hadn't noticed the man at the desk. A stupid mistake - of course there would be someone at the counter. But with his thoughts wandering, as it was, it hadn't even crossed his mind. He looked over, and abrupt sort of glance, at the shopkeeper. Sighing, he proceeded to place the toy back on its shelf and straightened himself out somewhat. Reminders - he told himself - Hide the accent. Nobody here would want a Svede in their guild. With a neutral expression such as his - a natural sort of scowl, he didn't realize that that might not help him either. He approached the counter. "Uh... My name is Aldvar Ragnulf. I would like to join your guild. The merchant and engineer guild." Nerves had built up. Even a large man such as himself was not immune to anxiety. The man in front of him was... of an interesting sort, by appearance, he noted. Very tall, grey hair, mismatched eyes with a plate underneath one and... a mechanical limb.... What on earth happened?
Amon narrowed his eyes, slowly starting to tap a mechanical finger on the counter, his mind a maelstrom of thoughts. The man was clearly from Sveden, judging from the accent he was trying to hide. So why was he hiding his accent? Is he another spy? Is he being sincere? Is this just another act?
Or he could actually be sincere...
"...I see..." he responded slowly. "So...what kind of shop were you thinking of opening?"
Best go with the flow; innocent until proven guilty right?
Well, one thing's for sure: with that getup, he could almost assure that the man was not going to attack him today, considering how easy it would be to track him in a crowd.
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Post by Aldvar Ragnulf on Apr 7, 2017 18:51:12 GMT
Was... Was this man always so... wary, in the way he spoke? Aldvar sighed. Maybe he was just reading him wrong. That seemed likely. He knew full well that anxiety could warp a man's perceptions. "er - I have a stand down the road, but I was hoping that I could get an actual shop. I am a tanner and a leatherworker, but I also sell furs. I uh... do the hunting myself. Do you... need an example of my work?"
Amon narrowed his eyes. Tanner, leather worker, and furs, huh? One of the few shops that specialized in that particular field.
Could be a cover; such work means that the man would most likely be good at knives, and quite frankly, he was tired of being stabbed.
Or it could be sincere...and he won't be stabbed...
"...Alright," Amon replied with a sigh, dropping his shoulders a little to release visible tension but remained on guard. "Let's see what you brought."
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Post by Aldvar Ragnulf on Apr 12, 2017 16:17:13 GMT
Aldvar nodded and brought his bag from his side, pulling out some raw leathers and furs and placing them on the counter. "These are... I sell them to clothes-makers to use.... But uh, I have..." He reached back in the satchel and brought out a few pieces, such as belts and bracelets, beautiful designs adorning the outsides, "these as well. - Oh! Uh, although I don't do the smithing myself I can make custom scabbards and hilts for blades, let me show my personal knife." He said, looking down at his belt to unhinge his blade from where it was fixed in order to show it off.
The items he brought out were...actually...pretty good. Nice quality, beautiful designs, great craftsmanshi-
Aaaand there's the knife...
Amon stayed still as he saw Aldvar reach for his knife, keeping his eye on the weapon, while his peripheral vision constantly scanned the area to see what he would do next.
"Interesting..." Amon said carefully, holding his hand out for the knife. "May I see?"
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Post by Aldvar Ragnulf on Apr 14, 2017 18:54:24 GMT
"Of course," Aldvar said, taking the knife in the scabbard and holding the blade, handing it to the guild leader hilt-first. "Although this one is mine, it is one of my favorite works. I have a lot of pride from it." He winced, frustrated, unable to format what he was trying to say in Lodan's language correctly. Communication was not his strong suit, was it? The sheath depicted a wolf, details interlacing the main figure in a way that almost gave the illusion of movement. The hilt itself followed the same sort of pattern, but without the wolf, of course. There was no space for that.
Amon paused for a bit before accepting the blade, looking at it and its sheath from all angles.
He really was good at this.
But he could still be-
Oh for the love of-
Amon sighed, slumping his shoulders a little as he continued to study the blade, the internal argument between his morals and his paranoia giving him a headache.
"...This is very nicely done..." he said as he turned the knife at various angles. "Sorry if I'm a bit more standoffish than usual, it's just that the last time a Sveden citizen visited my shop, he decided that my chest would look really nice with a knife in it..."
Might as well bite the bullet now...
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Post by Aldvar Ragnulf on Apr 26, 2017 23:17:02 GMT
"O-oh.... I...... " Aldvar's blazing blue eyes widened as he stepped backwards a foot, "I... That is.... terrible.... I... I am very.... sorry..." What was he to do? It wasn't as if he was wanting to do anything of the sort, but he... "I suppose I will... leave you be then...," He said, holding out his hand for his knife.
Amon paused for a moment, observing Aldvar, before releasing a sigh.
"Sorry about that..." he sighed as he returned the blade to the man. "Just been a bit on edge since the attempted assassination. You seem like the real deal, though I have no proof that you're not a spy..."
"That inability to hide your accent may or may not be helping your case..."
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
Post by Aldvar Ragnulf on May 13, 2017 19:28:21 GMT
Aldvar's face flushed. Was his accent really that bad? Closing his eyes, he sighed. "You are right. I have no proof that I am not a spy. I would... understand, if having a Svede in the guild would make you uncomfortable. I will not lie and say that entrance into the guild would help me financially, but..." He drifted off. Words were certainly not a strong suit of his - even in his own tongue. Revisiting the words he spoke again within his mind, he realized that they may have pulled a sort of guilt-tripping tactics - but decided to try and fix the situation with silence. But should he leave? The air fell still as he stood, unmoving, his bright blue eyes piercing Amon's face, trying desperately to read what the mechanical man was thinking.
Amon released a tired sigh. "I honestly couldn't do much, even if I wanted to," he said, rubbing the back of his head. "There's an unspoken, zero-tolerance policy towards discrimination of any sort, so truthfully, I can only morally reject or kick you out if you show sub-par work, are a discriminatory twat, or in recent times, a foreign spy," he explained with a slight wry smile, dry humor subtly coating his words.
Though there was one thing that did catch his attention...
"...You're in financial trouble? What's wrong?"
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
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