[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!]]

Comments

[goldeneyeball]

"What you can do is tell me why that shiny whats-it you dumped on me has done nothing but collect dust!"

He didn't know what he'd really expected, and he wasn't out of any money, but he sure felt duped!

[thequestgiver]

"Ah yes, the Key, you mean? Haven't found what it opens yet, have you?"

[goldeneyeball]

"No." James folded his arms, feeling a little stupid for not knowing it was a key. "It looks broken."

It was much easier to trash-talk the shiny thing when he wasn't actually looking at it. Once in a while he'd thought of trying to sell it, but looking upon it was like having a wet-eyed pug stare up at you. You couldn't just ditch it.

[thequestgiver]

"If it's broken, you may have to find a way to fix it."

[goldeneyeball]

"So, what, take it to a key smith? Is there even such a thing as that?" He eyed the man's pack. Nah, it would do no good to push him down. He thought he knew his fairytales quite well. Don't piss off the old people.

[thequestgiver]

The man chuckled quietly. "For a wizard, your thoughts are very limited, young man."

[goldeneyeball]

James narrowed his eyes at the old man. His ears burned and his mouth pulled itself into a tight frown. He hated it when other people were right.

"Stay away from my lawn." With that, the 'wizard' excused himself from the peddler's presence and went stamping across the field.