thequestgiver: (The Magic Peddler)
The Quest Giver [Einmal Mod Account] ([personal profile] thequestgiver) wrote in [community profile] eswareinmal2012-04-05 06:51 pm

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Characters: The Magic Peddler
Open? Yes~
Where: Everywhere~
When: All day the 16th of Rebirth's Height.
What: The Magic Peddler is out selling his wares. What plot significant magical and cursed little do dad will your character acquire?

He's a slightly wizened old man; the large pack on his back has bent him over the years and his long grey beard looks to have not seen much of a comb in years. Yet he is clean, his brown tunic studded with light green tile that look like faded lily pads drifting in a muddied swamp, washed out from sun and wash. The charms hanging from the gold bands adorning his arms glitter, polished white and smooth as they clink together with every step.

There's something about him that draws the curiosity. The hopeful, the unguarded, the ambitious, those who have much to gain, those who have little to lose. He has something for them all, hidden treasures none have ever unearthed before. What is waiting for you, inside his pack?


[[OoC: All items from the Magic Peddler are two fold in nature, often cursed as well as blessed. If you have a specific sort of object you'd like your character to get, PM or stick it in your reply!]]

goldeneyeball: (shit eating grin)

[personal profile] goldeneyeball 2012-04-21 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
James jerked his hand back when the item recognized him. He clenched his teeth together and felt the hairs along the back of his neck stand up. It made him nervous...

...but it was gold. Gold and...gems he didn't even know the names of!

He dared to accept it from the man's hands if he would give it up. "How do I find the rest of it? Who broke it in the first place?"

What if the rest of it was really big? He would have ten times as much gold! And maybe something even better if it actually did something besides reflect his ugly mug.
goldeneyeball: (trust me)

[personal profile] goldeneyeball 2012-04-21 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"Weeeell," It couldn't hurt to hang onto it! What could go wrong? This was Ye Olde Fantasy Land. Cursed things were mirrors and shoes and dresses. Not...broken junk!

"Alright, how much? Y'like beer?"

God knew he had more than enough of the vile stuff. It had been sitting in that shack since the dawn of time.
goldeneyeball: th-th-the man with the golden eyeball (calm)

[personal profile] goldeneyeball 2012-04-21 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Alright!" James hurried back to his doom hut with something that looked like a spring in his step. It didn't take him long to come staggering out with a few dusty bottles in his arms. "This enough?"