The Fine Eye
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Roleplay posts: 4
Registered: Dec 4, 2019 16:24:08 GMT -8
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Post by The Fine Eye on Dec 4, 2019 18:41:33 GMT -8
The auction floor of The Fine Eye is where the vast majority of business takes place. Held daily, the auctioneers will roll out an ever-changing collection of artifacts, rare materials, and even people to be bid on! Those participating can be found mostly on the ground floor, but the few who hold higher levels of membership can be seen in the balcony that encircles the room. Carved by artisans, the auction floor displays a fine skill in carpentry. A polished stage sits at one end with an audience of chairs before it, surrounded by a dozen wooden beams. They support the slatted balcony looming down onto the stage, bolstering the status of those who occupy it. The balustrade is unique, displaying slaves, weapons, and precious commodities. Along the ceiling hangs several chandeliers made of iron, their candles cased in glass to cover the room in prismed light. Given the hazardous nature of some of the items being sold, there are a number of magical wards in place to keep anything from going awry. For certain items even these wards are not enough for, it will be announced the item on stage is a replica and that genuine article is being held in the auctions vault. The winner can then simply collect it at their own risk.
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Maribel Correa
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Roleplay posts: 27
Physical Description: As tall as her sister, Maribel stands at six feet with broad shoulders. Pale, as all vampires are, the blue shade of undeath tinges her complexion. Her hair is a light enough blonde to nearly be white.
Her figure is extremely athletic and robust, though not unfeminine. One might describe her as "Amazonian."
Normally, her eyes are black. When hungry, they become orange.
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Clothes and Equipment: Much more modest than her sister, Maribel enjoys neck-high dresses and shawls. If anything compliments her figure, it is normally covered by a cloak or a mantle.
The woman's favorite weapon is a bladed whip, which she uses with great mastery.
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Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Dec 6, 2018 18:56:01 GMT -8
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Post by Maribel Correa on Dec 5, 2019 19:02:16 GMT -8
A smile graced a pair of dark lips.
Never before had she seen the auction from the balcony. She thought those who bragged about how worth it the seating was alone were too occupied with their heavy purses. Looking down now, she realized just how much there was to observe and was glad for it.
Clad in dark blues, from her high neck down to her toes, the woman was a majestic, modest figure. Her pale skin and flaxen hair stood out in high contrast, and though she had a gentle crinkle at the sides of her mouth, her eyes were sharp and cunning.
She took a seat and watched the other guests filter in, folding her hands atop her lap. She was told about tonight's auction and was excited about it. Everyone was out of the house- her sons on a quest, and her sister galavanting with a new pet- so this had all of her attention.
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Foxgloves
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Roleplay posts: 77
Physical Description: Foxgloves is shaped like a man for the most part, tall and lanky. He wears a long coat with innumerable pockets and a hood with two long points that flop about like a rabbit's ears. The fingers of his gloves are long and thin, and his pointed boots are unadorned. Most notably, he wears a white mask, behind which only darkness can be seen. He is very light, as though stuffed nothing but cotton and cobwebs.
Registered: May 14, 2019 20:08:06 GMT -8
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Post by Foxgloves on Dec 5, 2019 20:40:49 GMT -8
Ah, auctions, the sport of the wealthy. A game of greed, where the only skill was in how deep one's pockets were. Foxgloves had never particularly enjoyed auctions, as he always preferred to sell than to buy. However, he couldn't possibly miss this one. Some of the artifacts that would be sold here tonight would only appear on the market once in several decades, only to be bought by some mysterious collector and vanish into seclusion once more. He was interested in buying a few of them, to be sure, but with many others he'd be content to simply lay eyes on them. It wasn't just the items he was interested in, though. It took a special sort of person to even know of the Fine Eye's existence, much less how to attend an auction, and meeting such people would be half the fun. He himself had learned of it from a dying trader in a desert, told to him in exchange for a few last mouthfuls of water. To Foxgloves, the knowledge had been even more valuable than the assortment of rare trinkets he'd taken from the dead man's caravan, and he'd gone far out of his usual way to make it here tonight. This was a secret among secrets, one of the finest he'd ever collected. Now, all he had to do was sit back and see what his reward would be.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Dec 5, 2019 21:21:25 GMT -8
Click click click
The sound of Grandma’s cane on the polished floor would be the first tip off to Maribel that the elderly figure was approaching. Numerous rings glinted on her gnarled fingers, one hand holding the top of her cane in a white knuckled grip. A rather plain black robe shrouded her figure, its hood drawn up and a silk mask of sorts obscuring all but her eyes and a few strands of hair.
Grandma didn’t truly care to conceal her identity in this place, but the mask at least gave the impression she was trying to. That's what was important.
“Ah, my fellow freshly made council-member. Enjoying the view from up here?”
Grandma’s voice was quiet but clear, her robes rustling softly as she slid into one of the seats by Maribel. Leaning her cane against the arm of the chair, Grandma let out a slight sigh, clearly quite pleased to rest her weary bones.
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Maribel Correa
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Physical Description: As tall as her sister, Maribel stands at six feet with broad shoulders. Pale, as all vampires are, the blue shade of undeath tinges her complexion. Her hair is a light enough blonde to nearly be white.
Her figure is extremely athletic and robust, though not unfeminine. One might describe her as "Amazonian."
Normally, her eyes are black. When hungry, they become orange.
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Clothes and Equipment: Much more modest than her sister, Maribel enjoys neck-high dresses and shawls. If anything compliments her figure, it is normally covered by a cloak or a mantle.
The woman's favorite weapon is a bladed whip, which she uses with great mastery.
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Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Dec 6, 2018 18:56:01 GMT -8
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Post by Maribel Correa on Dec 6, 2019 9:54:26 GMT -8
Maribel turned her head to eye the elderly woman who sank into the seat next to her. She gave her a kindly smile. "It's everything they said it was. Isn't it rather nice to be able to see who is searching for certain items? Observation is as important as the bids, honored elder."
"Oh, but where are my manners." She extended a gloved hand. "Maribel Correa. A pleasure to meet you. What piece caught your eye today?"
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Foxgloves
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Physical Description: Foxgloves is shaped like a man for the most part, tall and lanky. He wears a long coat with innumerable pockets and a hood with two long points that flop about like a rabbit's ears. The fingers of his gloves are long and thin, and his pointed boots are unadorned. Most notably, he wears a white mask, behind which only darkness can be seen. He is very light, as though stuffed nothing but cotton and cobwebs.
Registered: May 14, 2019 20:08:06 GMT -8
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Post by Foxgloves on Dec 6, 2019 10:27:13 GMT -8
The points of Foxgloves' hood perked up as he overheard the conversation between the two women, and he swiveled in his seat to look. Council members? How interesting. He'd heard that one could attain different ranks within the auction, and that each rank came with its own benefits, but knew little more than that. Something about the masked old woman worried him, though. There was something about her that he couldn't quite place, something that seemed ever-so-slightly familiar. Perhaps he'd seen her before somewhere, but he couldn't know for sure with that mask. Still, the fact that she chose to hide her face was telling in and of itself. She was someone important, if he had to guess. Someone who didn't wish to be recognized.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Dec 7, 2019 0:51:46 GMT -8
“It is indeed a rather useful perk. I’m also rather fond of the privacy it provides.” Grandma’s gaze swept over the auction below before she turned back to face Maribel. Taking her hand, Grandma offered a firm shake to the woman, briefly locking eyes with Maribel as she did so.
“A pleasure to meet you, Lady Maribel. I’ve been called many things in my time, but given this setting… I simply go by Icaroth.”
Tapping the leather arms of the chair idly, Grandma considered Maribel’s question for a moment as she continued to survey the auction below.
“I believe there is a rather old coffin of some kind being auctioned off today. Given my curiosity, I’d rather like to see what exactly resides in it… I believe there are also some ancient books I intend to get my hands on that will be going up as a set. But enough about me, what do you have your eye on today?”
For the present, Foxgloves eavesdropping seemed to go unnoticed by Grandma.
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Maribel Correa
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Physical Description: As tall as her sister, Maribel stands at six feet with broad shoulders. Pale, as all vampires are, the blue shade of undeath tinges her complexion. Her hair is a light enough blonde to nearly be white.
Her figure is extremely athletic and robust, though not unfeminine. One might describe her as "Amazonian."
Normally, her eyes are black. When hungry, they become orange.
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Clothes and Equipment: Much more modest than her sister, Maribel enjoys neck-high dresses and shawls. If anything compliments her figure, it is normally covered by a cloak or a mantle.
The woman's favorite weapon is a bladed whip, which she uses with great mastery.
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Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Dec 6, 2018 18:56:01 GMT -8
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Post by Maribel Correa on Dec 8, 2019 11:29:42 GMT -8
Maribel mused, tapping a finger on her chin. "Yes, I have my sights set on that coffin as well." Her eyes slid over to Icaroth, narrowing. "Necromancy is an important part of my work. I rarely cross paths with something so ancient and I hope that it is well preserved. A find like this will further my studies tremendously." She gave the other woman a tiny smile. It looked like she had at least one important rival in this auction.
"Are you a mage, perhaps?" asked the vampire. "Or a historian." At the side of her eye, she noted the masked figure looking in their direction but didn't turn her head. "That seems to be along the lines of your interests today. Am I wrong?"
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Dec 9, 2019 19:41:45 GMT -8
“Hoping to find an ancestor in it perhaps?” Grandma asked, her words accompanied by a mirthless laugh that caused her veil to flutter slightly. “Necromancy is a rather fiddly branch of magic in my experience… If you obtain the coffin, I hope its contents will be as enlightening as you hope.”
Reaching out, Grandma retrieved her cane from its resting place. Idly spinning it in one hand, she considered Maribel’s question. While it wasn’t necessarily difficult to guess Grandma’s interest, even in such a brief encounter, it showed that Maribel was paying attention. She could appreciate that.
“I possess a small amount of magical talent, but certainly nothing worth bragging about… I suspect most here, yourself included, are more skillful in that area than I. What little I’ve learned is simply to supplement my true passion.”
There was a brief pause as Grandma gazed out upon the auction once more, eyes unblinking as she took in the crowd before them.
“While I don’t see myself as a ‘historian’, it wouldn’t exactly be an inaccurate word to describe myself. I scour the Overworld searching for all manner of knowledge, both the arcane and the mundane. Of course, over the years it's become increasingly difficult to drag myself from place to place.”
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Maribel Correa
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Physical Description: As tall as her sister, Maribel stands at six feet with broad shoulders. Pale, as all vampires are, the blue shade of undeath tinges her complexion. Her hair is a light enough blonde to nearly be white.
Her figure is extremely athletic and robust, though not unfeminine. One might describe her as "Amazonian."
Normally, her eyes are black. When hungry, they become orange.
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Clothes and Equipment: Much more modest than her sister, Maribel enjoys neck-high dresses and shawls. If anything compliments her figure, it is normally covered by a cloak or a mantle.
The woman's favorite weapon is a bladed whip, which she uses with great mastery.
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Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Dec 6, 2018 18:56:01 GMT -8
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Post by Maribel Correa on Dec 11, 2019 14:06:57 GMT -8
Oh, that first question amused Maribel. Her shoulders bobbled briefly in a chuckle. How amusing it would be to find another vampire. Very few times in the past she came across others of her kind, but none who were Correa. She was certain that the only ones to exist were younger than she and her sister.
The question arose in her mind: what would they do with it, should it turn out to be another of their kind after all? The more she thought about it, the more enticing the idea became.
Her thoughts came back to Icaroth. "Ah, so that is what brings you to The Fine Eye. A wise choice. So much here is forbidden by those with..." She rolled a hand through the air, pursing her lips thoughtfully, "... feeble constitutions. A shame that they cannot see the value in their taboos; so much more can be learned when we overlook these strict moral lines."
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Dec 11, 2019 23:37:05 GMT -8
“A loss for them but a gain for us. If this sort of activity was allowed just anywhere competition for these products would be much higher…” Grandma mused before trailing off, her attention drawn to the auction floor below. It seemed there was finally a bit of activity taking place.
A number of objects were being rolled out on carts by figures in white robes that covered their whole body and wearing masks that had the Fine Eye’s symbol on them. Anyone who had been to the auction before would recognize them as the group that handled the transportation of all auction items, a step up from the auction’s regular employs.
“Well, it seems the auction is starting. As someone who is also lacking in ‘strict moral lines’ I wish you the best of luck on your bids tonight.”
While her smirk might have been concealed by the veil, there was no mistaking the amusement in Grandma’s voice.
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The Broker
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Roleplay posts: 4
Age: 56
Physical Description: A rather fat little goblin wearing richly embroidered robes of green and blue. He has a bit of wispy white hair and wears a single ring with a large oversized ruby.
Registered: Nov 3, 2016 10:00:46 GMT -8
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Post by The Broker on Dec 12, 2019 0:00:14 GMT -8
Just as the white-robed figures had finished arranging everything on stage and were exiting, The Broker made his appearance. Bounding forward with shocking speed, the plump little goblin skidded to a halt at the very edge of the stage. Offering several bows in multiple directions, the little goblin clapped his hands together, the sound booming through the auction house. Clearly whatever magic he was using to amplify his voice worked.
“I’d like to welcome everyone to the Fine Eye’s twelfth hundred and fifty first auction! New comers, old comers, guest, slaves! For whatever reason your here, of your own free will or not, you’re about to see some absolutely priceless items go up for sale! Let me tell you, you’ll be glad you didn’t miss this auction tonight!”
Mouth widening into a smile that showed far too many of his pearly white teeth, The Broker pulled a wooden pointer from his pocket, dramatically flourishing it before pointing towards a rolling cart on the left of the stage. Wordlessly, one of the white robed figures rolled the cart forward until it was center stage, just behind the goblin.
“First up, we have a lot of 23 books and scrolls that are so old even I couldn’t memorize the exact number!” Letting out a short cackle, the goblin turned around, carefully lifting one of the books from the cart. “As you can see, they’re in excellent condition given their age. Only a few minor scuffs and scratches. The text is completely legible for the whole lot of them. Which, let me tell you, is a rare thing with antique's like these.”
“For this bundle of long lost secrets the bidding will start at… Five hundred gold coins! The minimum bid is fifty. BEGIN!"
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Foxgloves
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Physical Description: Foxgloves is shaped like a man for the most part, tall and lanky. He wears a long coat with innumerable pockets and a hood with two long points that flop about like a rabbit's ears. The fingers of his gloves are long and thin, and his pointed boots are unadorned. Most notably, he wears a white mask, behind which only darkness can be seen. He is very light, as though stuffed nothing but cotton and cobwebs.
Registered: May 14, 2019 20:08:06 GMT -8
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Post by Foxgloves on Dec 12, 2019 14:59:27 GMT -8
At last, the auction was to begin. Even Foxgloves, normally the very patient sort, had been on the edge of his seat as he waited for it to start. What wonders would be sold here tonight? What mystical artifacts thought to be lost to time would reappear for the briefest of moments, before vanishing once more into the aether of collector's hands? The tiny goblin seemed just as excited as he was, and Foxgloves was glad to see that this event was being run by professionals. What a joy it was, being surrounded by fellow curators of curiosities. The people here were just like him, a statement that he was seldom able to make.
When the first item came up for sale, the points of Foxgloves' hood perked up immediately. Books, and old ones at that! Ancient books held ancient secrets, long since forgotten. The initial whisperers of said secrets had rotted away long ago, and so there was a good chance that those ancient tomes would reveal secrets that had gone unspoken in thousands of years. This was exactly the sort of thing Foxgloves wanted, and he raised his paddle, decorated with a simple painting of a purple flower. He had plenty of coin, and those books would be his.
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Maribel Correa
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Physical Description: As tall as her sister, Maribel stands at six feet with broad shoulders. Pale, as all vampires are, the blue shade of undeath tinges her complexion. Her hair is a light enough blonde to nearly be white.
Her figure is extremely athletic and robust, though not unfeminine. One might describe her as "Amazonian."
Normally, her eyes are black. When hungry, they become orange.
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Clothes and Equipment: Much more modest than her sister, Maribel enjoys neck-high dresses and shawls. If anything compliments her figure, it is normally covered by a cloak or a mantle.
The woman's favorite weapon is a bladed whip, which she uses with great mastery.
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Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Dec 6, 2018 18:56:01 GMT -8
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Post by Maribel Correa on Dec 13, 2019 13:13:16 GMT -8
Another paddle went up, this one with the face of a doll. Its owner was clad in a thick cowl disguising all but a pair of purple eyes.
Then, another. A young black haired woman with paper-white skin. She did nothing to hide her identity, though Maribel couldn't remember having seen her in the past.
The swift replies did catch her amusement and she smiled, looking at Grandma at the corner of her eye. Who would win this one? She didn't raise her paddle, as the books did not interest her at this time. She was saving every little cent for that coffin.
"What competition you have," she observed snidely.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Dec 14, 2019 14:28:11 GMT -8
Making no move to raise her paddle, Grandma simply watched in silence as the bidding continued.
A hulking creature in a tattered red robe raised his paddle, then a dwarf clad in bejeweled robes. The price of the item rose quickly as paddles flew up and down. Yet at the very end, it seemed the one who bid first was still on top. Foxgloves paddle going up brought a sudden silence to the auction hall, his rivals apparently not willing to go any higher than the four thousand coins the price had risen to.
“A rather odd bunch of misfits aren't they? Yet that is what is to be expected in this place. It seems the Jester is my real competitor. I don’t like to waste time so...” Turning her attention away from Maribel, Grandma slowly raised her paddle, a black sun emblazoned on it.
“I’d like to raise by two thousand,” Grandma declared, her voice cutting through the brief moment of silence. Looking down on Foxgloves, Grandma waited to see what her competitor would do. She had no intention of paying more for the collection than this, but her competition didn’t know that.
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Foxgloves
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Physical Description: Foxgloves is shaped like a man for the most part, tall and lanky. He wears a long coat with innumerable pockets and a hood with two long points that flop about like a rabbit's ears. The fingers of his gloves are long and thin, and his pointed boots are unadorned. Most notably, he wears a white mask, behind which only darkness can be seen. He is very light, as though stuffed nothing but cotton and cobwebs.
Registered: May 14, 2019 20:08:06 GMT -8
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Post by Foxgloves on Dec 14, 2019 14:57:25 GMT -8
Foxgloves turned, surprised to hear the old woman's voice. Who was she, anyways? Staying completely silent during the bidding war, then raising it by half...that spoke of someone with money. Clearly, she didn't care about getting a deal. How far would she go to get these ancient tomes? Spotting her, he realized that she was watching him, waiting for him to drop out. Perhaps it would be for the best to do so...but he wanted the books, and it wasn't as though he were short on cash. Besides, what fun was having gold if it wasn't spent? Turning back to the goblin, he put his paddle up once more.
"Seven thousand," he called. He hadn't expected to be spending this much so early, but he was still in good shape. The contents of the dead man's caravan had earned him twice that, on top of his savings from before. The goods had been a nice bonus, but the real prize from that encounter had been the patch of skin that he'd stitched into one of his inner sleeves, bearing the prized member's tattoo. Without that, even he would have never been able to find his way to this place.
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Maribel Correa
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Physical Description: As tall as her sister, Maribel stands at six feet with broad shoulders. Pale, as all vampires are, the blue shade of undeath tinges her complexion. Her hair is a light enough blonde to nearly be white.
Her figure is extremely athletic and robust, though not unfeminine. One might describe her as "Amazonian."
Normally, her eyes are black. When hungry, they become orange.
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Clothes and Equipment: Much more modest than her sister, Maribel enjoys neck-high dresses and shawls. If anything compliments her figure, it is normally covered by a cloak or a mantle.
The woman's favorite weapon is a bladed whip, which she uses with great mastery.
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Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Dec 6, 2018 18:56:01 GMT -8
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Post by Maribel Correa on Dec 15, 2019 16:29:16 GMT -8
Maribel couldn't help the small laugh that came forth when Icaroth was outbid. "Why, you weren't joking. He looked you straight in the eye before doing that. Bold."
Who was this strange bidder? Like her elderly company, he was hiding his face! Thankfully, Maribel preferred to wear her mask in public. Being a vampire, she was at home here more so than anywhere else.
Eagerly, she awaited Icaroth's next move. Would she raise? Would she let go of the precious collection?
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Post by Grandma on Dec 15, 2019 17:17:47 GMT -8
Smiling to herself, Grandma sat back down. Letting out a slight chuckle, she made no move to bid on the item. While it was true she had the near-endless supply of money that were the coffers of Isra at her disposal, it would be foolish to throw massive sums of money away on just anything that struck her fancy. For some items she might bend on that a bit, but not for these books and scrolls.
“That’s a rather high price for those items. While I wouldn’t mind getting my hands on them if the Jester is willing to pay that price he’s welcome to have them.”
One foot tapping on the floor, Grandma waited for the auctioneer to call it.
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The Broker
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: 56
Physical Description: A rather fat little goblin wearing richly embroidered robes of green and blue. He has a bit of wispy white hair and wears a single ring with a large oversized ruby.
Registered: Nov 3, 2016 10:00:46 GMT -8
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Post by The Broker on Dec 15, 2019 17:35:48 GMT -8
“The whole lot for seven thousand! Going once! Going twice!” Pausing for a long moment, The Broker spent far longer than was necessary scanning the crowd for someone else willing to raise the bid. However, his efforts of pointing and waving at various members were to no avail. “Sold for seven thousand to the man with the purple flower! As always you will be able to collect your items either at the intermission or at the end of the auction. Next up we have…!” Rolled out on a much sturdier cart was a stone coffin, pushed by four of the white-robed auction workers. Bringing it to a halt as it reached center stage, the white-robed figures once more quickly retreated back to the rear of the stage. “Our next item, an ancient coffin, its origins unknown! Never before opened or unsealed, there’s no telling what’s inside it! The remains of an ancient king and countless treasures they hoped to bring to the afterlife with them? Or perhaps an ancient force of great wisdom is trapped within the confines of this coffin! Whatever might be in it, it’s certain to be worth far more than the starting price of two thousand! The minimum bid is one hundred, BEGIN THE BIDDING!”
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Foxgloves
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Roleplay posts: 77
Physical Description: Foxgloves is shaped like a man for the most part, tall and lanky. He wears a long coat with innumerable pockets and a hood with two long points that flop about like a rabbit's ears. The fingers of his gloves are long and thin, and his pointed boots are unadorned. Most notably, he wears a white mask, behind which only darkness can be seen. He is very light, as though stuffed nothing but cotton and cobwebs.
Registered: May 14, 2019 20:08:06 GMT -8
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Post by Foxgloves on Dec 15, 2019 17:47:27 GMT -8
A ludicrous sum for old books, to be sure. Still, Foxgloves was pleased with his purchase. He'd always enjoyed books, especially old or rare ones. The next item, however, held little interest from him. He'd opened more than his fair share of coffins in his day, but always before they were buried. After all, even the most recently interred corpse was almost always inferior to a fresh one. Besides, digging them up was far too much work. Why would he want an old one, likely full of nothing but dust and cobwebs? Perhaps there would be some bones remaining, waiting to crumble to pieces as soon as it was opened. No, he'd sit this one out. He was no grave-robber, and had no use for decayed body parts when fresh ones were so readily available.
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