[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

I will attempt to think of something, then :)

[thequestgiver]

With an easy motion, the man pulls out a section of his pack, unfolding it to display a myriad of trinkets and baubles before setting down three daggers next to it. One looks to be made from gold, ornately decorated and covered in gems, another silver, more plain with only a few decorations, and the third looking to be common and undecorated, but with a feeling of there being something much more to it than it's gaudy siblings.

"Anything that catches your eye, dear child?"

Re: I will attempt to think of something, then :)

[rutagraveolens]

The beautiful display makes her gasp. Her eyes look over the trinkets and baubles, but focus on the daggers. They're useful weapons, knives. She remembers her own stone knife, hastily made, not the most effective, but a weapon all the same.

She goes toward the common knife and picks it up. Rue has no use for gold or silver, just cold, protective steel. "This one's nice."

[thequestgiver]

The old man smiles kindly. "I was told that that knife will reflect the heart of it's owner. If your heart is strong, it will be a source of great strength, but if your heart is wicked, it will be devoured."

His eyes twinkled as if at an unspoken joke.

"Do you think your heart will be able to tame it, dear child?"

[rutagraveolens]

Rue quickly sets the dagger back down, not at all liking the sound of her heart being devoured. "I...I don't know."

Even so, her eyes remain on the knife. A good knife will keep you safe.

[thequestgiver]

The man's smile turned kindly. "If you are worried about it, my dear, it is a sure sign that you have a heart that is good at its core."

[rutagraveolens]

Rue carefully picks up the knife and looks at it again, then looks sadly at the peddler.

"I don't have any money."

[thequestgiver]

"If you promise you will use it with the best of intentions, I will consider that promise your currency."

[rutagraveolens]

The young girl looks a little longer at the knife before she sticks it into her belt.

"Thank you."

[thequestgiver]

The man bowed his head with a warm smile. "Take good care of it, dear child."


[[ooC: Hidden in that blade is a Sword of Light. When needed, it reacts to the strength of heart to form a blade of pure light. If her heart wavers, so will the blade. And he wasn't kidding about the eating evil hearts thing.]]

[rutagraveolens]

Rue smiles and nods again. "Are you sure you don't want anything?"

[thequestgiver]

"I have far too many things, dear child," the man assured with a kindly smile. "Use it in good health and intent, and that shall be all I could ask."