[Log] A sort of magic... do you want it?

[thequestgiver]

Characters: The Magic Peddler
Open? Yes~
Where: Everywhere~
When: All day the 15th of Rebirth's Decline.
What: The Magic Peddler is out selling his wares. What plot significant magical and cursed little doodad 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, and can often be lurking plot devices. If you have a specific sort of object you'd like your character to get, PM or stick it in your reply!]]

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[shadedsunlight]

Ginia smiled back and bowed her head at him. She looked over the collection of jewelry, little boxes carved out of wood, odd talismans and charms on leather cords and metal chains, and a few odd little figurines or baubles made out of glass or stone. It was a nice, odd collection.

She picked up what looked like a stone tiger (or maybe it was a lion or a pudgy wolf or a bear) and studied it carefully. Odd little piece.

[thequestgiver]

"Found something that catches your eye, have you?"

[shadedsunlight]

Ginia smiled sheepishly and set the figurine down in order to free up her hands to write.

Just browsing today. How are you? Do you come through the city often?

[thequestgiver]

"More often than I used to," came the pleasant reply. "More new arrivals means more that can be given away and more room which can be made for new treasures," he explained with a twinkle in his eye.

[shadedsunlight]

Where do you get your treasures from? Antique shops? Lost tombs and hidden crypts? Ginia's not the biggest treasure hunter out there, but it could be a bit of fun. She imagines Helios would find some fun in exploring some ancient tomb. Perhaps they could uncover bits of history too.

[thequestgiver]

"That would be telling, my dear lady," came the pleasant reply. "But I will tell you that these were all gathered by my own hands and that I am no thief. Beyond that, the treasures themselves will have to tell their own tales."

[shadedsunlight]

And what sort of wondrous tales would these items hold? Even as a voice warned her to walk away from the peddler and his goods, Ginia looked over the items. Her eyes fell on a metal cloak clasp, elegant silver knotting clutching a dark green gem. She held up the item, curious what it would behold. It would make a pretty present for Giles.

[thequestgiver]

The man watched her, expression pleasant and almost amused. "For yourself, or another?"

[shadedsunlight]

Another

There's a pause before she adds on with a sheepish smile.

My boyfriend. I want to get him something nice.

[thequestgiver]

"If green is his colour, by all means," the man nodded with small gesture.

[shadedsunlight]

Ginia looks at the cloak clasp. It matches his eyes nicely and it's a functional, but decorative piece. Stylish without being gaudy.

Does it do anything or is it just pretty?

[thequestgiver]

"I have been assured by wizards and scholars that all these trinkets contain magic within them, but I myself am blind to such wonders and most only take their word."

[shadedsunlight]

Is there a chance this item is harmful? Because while she could welcome a positive effect, she would rather not curse or harm him in any way.

[thequestgiver]

"Sadly, I cannot tell you that. Magic is a curious thing that can heal or harm depending on the hand that wields it."

[shadedsunlight]

Ginia looks a little longer at the cloak clasp, then over her shoulder at the small cloak she's wearing. Gesturing to the fabric, she holds up the clasp. If she's going to give something to him, best test it out herself first.

[thequestgiver]

He nods. "Go right ahead. I never am able to tell what any of these treasures do for their magic..."

[shadedsunlight]

Permission granted, Ginia removes her current cloak clasp and slips it into her pocket before attaching the supposedly magical cloak clasp. The effect is instanteous; her cloak ripples as it turns invisible, hiding everything underneath it. Ginia looks down and turns her cloak this way and that, testing the coverage of the cloak and wishing she had a longer one to work with or even her hooded cloak.

Either way, it's something that could be quite useful and she's pleased.