Heroica RPG - Marketplace

[Bricksandparts]

Johon posts a notice in the market-place and Hall:

Selling scroll of luck, down price of 80 gold, bidding.

Scroll of Luck - Grants target the lucky-effect for one battle. Costs 10 ether.

Edited May 27, 2012 by Bricksandparts

[swils]

Thormanil makes his way to Portia's stall, greeting her with a big smile, and a bigger hole in his coin pouch. He purchases two Grand Tonics, three doses of Smelling Salts, and two bottles of Nostrum, costing him a total of 205 coins(2x30+3x25+2x35). He leaves with a mere 17 coins(222-205).

Edited June 8, 2012 by swils

[UsernameMDM]

Hoke makes straight away to the market place to adjust his inventory while his quest is on break. First, he heads off to the smithy:

"My good sir, you have done such excellent work for me before that I wish to employ your services again. Please remove the garnet from this Axe."

Hoke hands Anwyl his newly acquired berzerker's axe. Anwyl returns a short while later with an axe and a garnet gem. Hoke hands him 50 gold pieces.

159 - 50 = 109

Next, Hoke heads to Portia's and purchases a Grand Tonic.

109 - 30 = 79

[RPGer]

Durkon sells his staff for 15 gold.

[Dannylonglegs]

A haggard figure shambled into the market place in the morning, its cloak, dirty; its sleeves torn; the armour on its legs irreparably dented. Sylph Solanum found his way to the Potion Shack.

"Hello Portia," Sylph said from beneath his grim helmet.

"Yipes! What are you!?" She cried, upon seeing his battle-worn form. "You look like one of those creepy undeads I've heard come here at night!"

"Calm yourself woman, I don't mean to fright." responded Sylph in a hushed tone. He looked around and noticed he was drawing unwanted attention. "I've been wearing these rags for too long it seems." He mumbled to himself.

"Well, what do you want?" Replied the irritated woman.

"I'll buy a floral bomb." stated Sylph.

"All right, here you are." Said Portia as she reluctantly handed Sylph the bottle, and accepted 10 coins. (35 - 10 = 25 gold)

After his unpleasant meeting with Portia, Sylph made his way to a tailor. It wasn't hard to find a shop that offered to mend his clothes for a nominal fee, which was covered by the sale of his leg armour at a scrap metal outlet. The tailor was a nice young woman with flowing blond hair and a well made dress of poor fabric. The walls of the wooden building were lined with rolls of cloth, as were the cabinets and drawers and chairs. Two small cats bounced their way through the towers of tinsel and wool, batting at loose threads and balls of string. When the tailor saw Sylph enter her domain, she raised her eyebrows with surprise.

"Blessed Danab, you certainly are in need of my help!" She cried upon looking at the travesty before her.

"Thank you for your assistance. I shall need new sleeves and pants."

When she was finished fussing with his outfit, it was mid-day, and Sylph was back to 25 gold.

[Costy]

Walking into the market, I buy 1 Phoenix Essence(50), 1 Smoke Bomb(5), as well as 4 Potions(4*5=20), for a total of 75 Gold, leaving me with 2 Gold.

50+20+5=75

77-75=2

[Palathadric]

I approach the marketplace. I would normally have sent Eric, but I haven't seen him around recently. Quickly, I rush over to Portia's Potion Shack.

"2 tonics, and make it snappy. Add to that a couple of fire bombs. That comes to a total of 50 gold. These prices are way too expensive.

Pass me a smoke bomb as well. That will be 55 gold. Here take it. You don't happen to have a healing staff do you?...nevermind."

Without waiting for a reply, I toss the 50 gold to her for 2 Tonics, 2 Fire Bombs, and...forget about the smoke bomb. 64-50=14 gold leftover.

[Masked Builder]

Alexis buys a grand potion. (102-10=92)

[Flare]

"Hello there! Yes, thank you, I'd like to merge my diamond with my Crossbow of the Pongcanis. 50 gold? Here you go. Thank you! "

54-50=4

"Dang, not much gold left"

[Endgame]

My mood lightened by the news of me finally getting bck in the filed, I walk into the marketplace, softly whistling a tune along the way.

"If only happiness was something you could boooorrow

Oh my Sooooorrow

Oh my Sooooorrow

Nooo tommmoroooow."

Considering the fact I was actually happy, it held no bearing on the situation at hand, but was a comfortable tune nonetheless. I conclude my whistling as I reach Portia's shack.

"Eek! So you're the undead that thinks he can just loiter here at night, huh?!"

"Hey, hey, paying customer here. Unless you don't want my 70 gold? I want to purchase 2 Nostrums."

Portia contemplates, and hands Syntax the goods. in exchange, Syntax leves a small pouch of gold on Portia's counter.

"This gold BETTER not be contaminated..."

Nostrum = 35 coins. 35 x 2 = 70. 261 - 70 = 191 gold left.

Edited July 3, 2012 by Endgame

[Scubacarrot]

Guts smiles at Portia as he steps in Portia's Potion Shack, and buys 4 meads (4x15 = 60), 6 nostrums (6x35 = 210) and 6 smelling salts. (6x25 = 150) Guts hands over 420 gold, leaving him with 635 (1055-420), and slowly walks back to the Hall.

Edited July 4, 2012 by Scubacarrot

[JimBee]

Glad to have been chosen for Quest 39, Hybros debates whether or not he should stock up on some nostrums. He could always use some luck to try to regain the gold, but the concoctions had made him sick the last time... but perhaps it was the mead... couldn't hurt to find out. He stepped over to Portia's and purchased 5 nostrums for 175 gold.

He left with 708 gold.

[Scubacarrot]

Guts buys 7 Grand Potions at Portia's Potion Shack. A wise man once told him: You'll be fine, until you run out of Potions.

The raider lays down 70 gold, and then goes on his way, with more potions with him. (635-70 = 565 gold left.)

He also buys 4 remedies, and 2 phoenix essences before going back to the hall (40+100 = 140, 565 - 140 = 425 gold left).

[RPGer]

Durkon sells his Fang Dagger for thirty gold as he walks to the Hall. Later, he comes back to purchase a remedy for ten gold, leaving him with one gold.

[Siercon and Coral]

Siercon followed the suit of those before him, pretending as if he was a regular. He was very fortunate not to accidentally hand off his only 10 gold coins to a customer. But this wasn't on his mind as he approached the storekeeper handed him ten gold coins as if there were plenty more where that came from, and said "I'd like to buy this bed roll and a potion. Thanks!"

Remaining Gold: Zero

[Vash the Stampede]

Dreyrugr walks into Portia's Potion Shack. Not feeling in a talkative mood he takes a potion and leaves 5 gold on the counter. He then goes to Gnomeo's toolshed and picks up a bedroll once again leaving 5 gold on the counter. With no money left Dreyrugr leaves knowing he is prepared for whatever quest he may go on. (5+5=10 10-10=0 gold left)

[Adam]

L'Oreal Diablo walks boldy into the marketplace (as per usual, the area falls silent). He approaches Portia's, winks at her beneath his mask, and buys a single potion for 5 gold.

He then approaches Gnomeo, says, "Hey there, little fella!" ignores Gnomeo's indignant grunts, and purchases a single bedroll for 5 gold.

10 gold -> 0 gold

[Scorpiox]

Finally reaching Anwyl's abandoned stall in the dead of night, Haldor leant over to take a look at the Dwarf's elemental merging equipment. After a little while of searching through bags and chests, he found what he was looking for, a series of glass vials an peculiar tubes. The Nord stowed the glassware away in his satchel, swearing to himself that he would return the items by morning. Haldor poured 100 gold pieces onto the counter, for use of the precious merging apparatus in his task, and slunk back into the shadowed back-alleys.

It didn't take him long to discover it, a decrepit statue, battered away in a rotted warehouse of the docks. Haldor had heard to tale of the travelling priests, rumour saying that they came from the frozen north for an unknown purpose. What ever the tale's truth, Haldor had spent months tracking down the objects that they carried with them, the largest of which was a torn and split effigy of the god Thoric. Hidden amongst crates and packages, the forlorn statue stood proudly upon its base of soapstone and marble, as tough Thoric himself resided defiantly inside the cold stone heart. Now was the time, within the crumbling and decayed wharf, that Haldor would make use of his blessing.

Layed out on the slab of icy stone, the glistening equipment looked as out of place as it was possible to be, like a golden palace in the barren wasteland. Two gems were placed there, of water and of purest light. Their binding was to be done here, alone in the broken tooth of Eubric...

Haldor awoke as the sun's glow filtered through the dirt encrusted roof panes, he must have fallen asleep at some point during the process, but all was well now. By his side was the base of Thoric's stone likeness, and the Nord's tired eyes could discern a slight movement in the statue's white eyelid, as though winking. Haldor shook his head to knock away all tricks of the light and halucinations, but as he rose, he noticed something that was definitely genuine. Clutched in the cold hands of the statue, where Thoric's hammer would normally reside, was Haldor's own weapon. The rod of thick metal was held aloft, streaks of blue and white ever dancing upon the hilt, which were vibrant and glowing upon the steel head. The Nord clutched and slowly slid the weapon from out of the stone grasp, and examined his tool with deep curiosity. So this is what an elemental weapon was truly like, infused with the strength and powers of water and light themselves. The two gems were where Haldor had left them, still swirling with mist, although their power was elsewhere.

It wasn't long befor Haldor was back at the marketplace, having used his new rod to guide him through routes previously unkown. Anwyl was on his hands and knees, searching around the floor and forge for the taken merging glasses, and Haldor knew exactly where they were. When the Dwarf was in the process of what looked like clambering inside a thin tubular crate, the Norseman quickly placed the appartus upon Anwyl's desk, next to the gold he left earlier. Haldor held back a smirk as the Dwarf finally looked upon his desk, to discover 100 gold pieces and the items that he had spent most of the morning looking for. Many Dwarven curses later, Haldor returned to the inn, having also had his Bear Claw glove sharpened to WP:8 for 80 gold, just as his love was beginning to stir. The task had been completed, Haldor now possessed the power of Thoric's light, and the water left behind by the traitor Bluehood. Nothing would stand in his way.

Basically, that was all a long-winded way of imfusing the Heavy Metal Rod with an Aquamarine and a Diamond, and uprgrading my Claw gloves. For the total cost of 180 gold.

Edited August 1, 2012 by Scorpiox

[Sandy]

"Aaaah!"

An elf with golden hair took a long wiff at the fresh morning air as he opened the doors to his brand new shop. The elf, named Fabian, had learned that in Eubric you could do what you wanted and be who you wanted to be without anyone telling you otherwise. This was truly a city of the free, he could smell it. This was the place where his talents would be put to best use. This was the place where he would find the most faithful clientele. This was the place where his dreams would come true!

"Welcome, everyone!" Fabian's shout echoed throughout the Marketplace. "Fabian's Fantabulous Fashion is now open!"

On the other side of the square, Gnomeo walked to Portia's potion stall, and pointed at the flamboyant elf with his thumb.

"He won't last a week, mark my words! Nyeh nyeh..."

~An artefact shop is now open at the Marketplace!~

[Scorpiox]

With all the uproar and rumour about a new stall in the market, Haldor once again found himself standing on the worn cobble stones of the traders zone. And there he was the stranger, unloading his goods and tweaking the positions of items on display. The store was stacked high with a variety of clothes and gear, most of the items looked rare, and very expenisve. The Nord nonchalantly strolled over to the man, clearly an Elf, judging by the size and prominance of his ears.

"Got some nice stuff here haven't you? I don't think I've ever seen such a large collection of valuable things, and all for sale?" Pointing to a sign, Haldor spoke again. "Hmm, there it says that you will also buy rare items. I might have some unneeded artifacts somewhere in here, maybe we can come to a deal?" After a small bit of ferreting, The Nord retrieved a slightly creased cloak from his pack. "I found this a while back, and it's helped me out on more than one occassion. How about you buy this from me? It has always been of good service." Haldor handed his Lesser Ethereal Cloak to Fabian for inspection, offering 145 gold as a starting price.

Edited August 1, 2012 by Scorpiox

[Sandy]

Haldor handed his Lesser Ethereal Cloak to Fabian for inspection, offering 145 gold as a starting price.

The pink-clad elf inspected the cloak.

"Hmm, this is obviously inferior to the Ethereal Cloaks I sell here. I could perhaps sell it forward with the price you offer from it, but that would leave me with nothing. I can buy this rag off your hands for 75 gold. Do we have a deal, hunkydory?"

The merchant waits for Haldor's response.

[Scorpiox]

Haldor smiled. "Of course, 75 gold it is then. The two exchanged goods for gold, leaving the Nord with 252 gold pieces. "And to return the favour, I think that I will take one of the more elegant Ethereal Cloaks off your hands, for your sale price of 220 gold. Pleasure to deal with you Sir." Haldor turned to leave, but quickly stopped again and walked back. "And one more thing, I have here something else that may interest you." Yet again Haldor reached into his pack, this time retrieving an old and musty spiked coller, he offered it to the shopkeeper for the sum of 48 gold.

Edited August 1, 2012 by Scorpiox

[Sandy]

"And one more thing, I have here something else that may interest you." Yet again Haldor reached into his pack, this time retrieving an old and musty spiked coller, he offered it to the shopkeeper for the sum of 48 gold.

Fabian winked at the shaman.

"Pleasure doing business with such a... well-built gentleman as yourself. But what's this? A collEr, you say? Looks more like a collAr to me. It is really of little value, I'll give you 15 gold for it."

[Scorpiox]

"Hmph, fair enough I guess. Sure I can't push you up even a little bit? If not, I'll take the offer of 15 gold, thank you very much Sir. May you ever prosper." Haldor thanked the Elf again, before departing.

[Sandy]

"Hmph, fair enough I guess. Sure I can't push you up even a little bit? If not, I'll take the offer of 15 gold, thank you very much Sir. May you ever prosper." Haldor thanked the Elf again, before departing.

"15 gold it is, then. See you again soon, sweetcheeks!"

OoC: I changed the Spiked Collar from headwear to an accessory, since who in their right mind would wear a collar on their head?