[Location, Self Mod] Amalthea's Apparel

[Abadon]

OOC: Ahem, read; not human, not human!

PC: Abadon abadon recognized his apoligetic state of conversing from that point on and was grateful that he caught his mistake without having to tell him.

However, it is unfathomable insulting, and it must be understood that Abadon being the race he was and especially in this case was to put lightly is not fond of humans so to have an insult of such magnitude heading his way was unforgiveable to be mistaken for a "bloody human."

Abadon now in a mind set rage, there for not losing his cool, was ready to take haste upon the death of this Dracon. But it looked as though this one had experience, especially considering that he had weaponry in his possesion and he also had great battle scars and newly torn clothes on his person. However, Abadon was not always one to exactly think ahead, he was the plundge in and take what you get sort of man, so he decided he would meet this Ansin at the Tavern, but not just yet.

Abadon almost ready to turn around and beat the Dracon to death was not hasty in his actions he would purchase a few things before his expected arrival at the Tavern, but as he began to think more and more about this he began to have second thoughts although he would still keep his promise to be at the Tavern he would still pick up the items he required at the other shops but only for the fact the he had them for just such a secondary slip up by his Dracon ally.

Also the fact that he was brought up with honour, respect and common curdacy was no excuse to insult his respectable out look on this now unforgivably dis-repsectfull race, he now had a grudge against them almost like he did the humans. Now he returned to the counter after accidently in train of thought inching towards the door. But as he turned he wispered to himself a quote he had herd in his earlier years; "Vengeance: your greatest ally and your most horrible foe, keep it in check and life will be your concsious reward."

[Faust D'Rinishad]

Five thousand crowns! What the hell are you thinking, Faust D'Rinishad? The dark elf asked himself this question over and over again in his mind, still deciding whether or not his purchase had been too abrupt for his own liking. When the dark elf had originally surfaced onto Telath he had discovered that housing was indeed quite expensive and hadn't been able to afford anything to his liking. Fortunately he'd been able to sell one of the properties that the Kitrye-veresi owned for a decent sum of crowns accummulating to five thousand. That much had been considered a fortune those years back, and here was throwing it away like nothing? It spoke one of two things: either he'd finally proved successful here in the world of men or he had simply become spoiled! Faust smirked at the latter thought and chuckled slightly. He supposed both here true. The Vysstichi rarely treated himself to anything of enjoyment and thus had decided to finally spend some of his amassed wealth upon himself. No harm done.

"Of course." Faust raised his arms up so that the hobbit could measure him. He was still rather astonished as to how the woman's countenance had changed so swiftly over the course of a few seconds. Maybe a minute or two ago she'd been so angry and frustrated by his initial offer and now that she had what she wanted it seemed like nothing had ever happened. Faust smiled to himself as he watched the woman get to work. Halflings were a most greedy folk apparently, so true to their astounding reputations.

[Abadon]

Abadon, right before the hobbit could answer admitted to his clumsiness and obvious laziness in the situation of this transaction, he of course realized that he could do the math himself and conducted it in his head.
" My apologies of course I know what the price is, that was rude of me as a gentleman."

He searched his person for the money as if he had missplaced it, he then found it in a back pocket and handed it to the halfing on the otherside of the counter.
"Good day," he nodded as he grabbed his newly aquired garb in his arms. He then turned to leave shuffling through the amounts of clothing placed around the shop. He then found his way to the exit and applied his new cloak, of course he was not dissapointed, it felt wonderful compared to his daily garb which he decided he truely didn't deserve. "I think I'll drop by the Armoury," he thought looking in it's direction, he then exited.

[Kalinda]

Faust

It was certainly a comical sight as the little halfling climbed onto the stool so that she could measure the vysstichi that was so much taller than she. Even though she was standing on the stool, she still had to get on her tiptoes to reach the dark elf’s arms. A soft murmur could be heard as she measured both of his arms – and then she jumped down again and offered him a smile. „Done!“ she exlaimed and hurried towards a shelf.

She returned with a shirt made of black silk in her hands. „I’ll throw in those buttons for three!“ she said as she took a seat behind the counter and began to remove the simple black buttons one by one. It did not take her too long to get rid of them. After a few minutes she took the blue shirt and performed the same procedure. Finally she had two neat piles of buttons lying in front of her. The simple buttons went into a small leather bag while she sewed the adamantite buttons onto the black shirt.

„Here you are!“ she finally said and folded the precious black shirt neatly before she put it into another bag so that it would not get dirty or wrinkled. „Enjoy your new shirt!“

[Stephen Lighthelm]

10th Brightening of Dianara, Month of Immanis, Spring of Era XI in the Age of the Darkening

The hobbitt lass would hear the door to her shop being opened again, this time by a fair-haired human, looking like somewhat of an oddity in a town like this. Indeed, he wore a green tunic as colored as the grass in other, more appealing provinces. Underneath that, was a long undershirt of white, a color the man hadn't seen too much of these days. It was a good thing he wore his dark-colored leather coat over these garments, else he attract more attention than needed. Yet, maybe he was here to remedy that.

"Serale, ma'am." he greeted with a smile and a nod. "I need a black shirt, made of wool, and a black hooded cloak as well, made of linen." Obviously he was looking out for his best interest by purchasing hiding clothes, something there is no shortage of in this town. He looked toward the hat racks, and spotted a dark brown leather fedora, and smiled. Walking over to it, he lifted it from the rack and placed it on his head-- a perfect fit. "And this hat, too." Satisfied, he turned his attention back to the halfling, and then to the price list above her head, and calculated. He liked to know exactly what he was getting into.

"Will measurements need to be taken, or do you already have a large supply in which one looks to fit me?" he inquired. He didn't care. Either way, this would be brief. As he was waiting for the clothes he paid for, something suddenly found its way to his attention again.

"Perhaps you could help me with something else? Since I came here last brighteing I've heard many people speak the Vysstichi tongue, and it seems to be prevalent in some parts. Might you know anyplace that teaches to speak the language? I would find it most useful." There was much to do in the next few cycles if he was to get anywhere in this black city.

Whether or not he recieved an answer, he would pay his 48 crowns and get his shirt, cloak, and hat.

[Kalinda]

Humans were one of the more common races in Vortex, but most Vortexians were dark haired, and thus it was that the little halfling that was the owner of the clothes shop stopped for a moment to look at her most recent customer before she approached him with a cheerful smile on her face. „Serale Sir!“ she greeted him. It was a good thing she had not noticed the green and white clothes he was wearing underneath his coat. They would definitely have looked odd and out of place to her, were more appropriate for cities like Natura and Silrosia where the lovers of nature gathered. Vortex was dark, it was the home of dark elves and necromancers, and people who preferred lighter colors were rare and in between.

As he told her what he wanted, she put a small stool in front of him, climbed on it and removed a measuring tape from one of her pockets. After a moment she asked him to lift his arms. Once that was done, she hurried towards a shelf and returned with a cloak and a shirt. „They should fit you!“ she told him. Stephen was neither a dwarf or a giant, and thus she had had clothes in the right size in her shop. And a lot of people demanded black these brightenings.

His next question surprised her somewhat. „A place that teaches the vysstichi language?“ she asked and furrowed her brow for a moment. The halfling was not exactly interested in schools and learning new languages – she was a tailor, and making clothes was her life – and thus it took her some time to come up with an answer. „Hmmm …“ she murmurred. „I think I’ve seen a place called Amerilia’s Language Services on one of my walks through the city. You could check it out.“

[Stephen Lighthelm]

Demanded black for a good reason. Not only was it the most fashionable color in this part of the world, but also the most useful. There are no more companions more faithful and treacherous here than the shadows that seem to lurk more easily in this town than it did others. Thus it was wise to don their colors, and use it to hide in them, only to find that they had been veiling someone else before you. Many people wore black for dark purposes and evil deeds.

But not this man. Today he aquired the appropriate color to simply blend in, for now, and the hobbit was more than willing to help, as long as she got some business out of this choice. She helped him again, pointing out someplace where the local language could be learned-- a wise investment, if one is to make a living here.

He took his shirt, and cloak, and smiled at the halfling, bowing his newly covered head a little in acknowledgement. "Thank you." he said, in the most sincere way his deep voice would allow. Things in Vortex were off to a slow start for this man, but he had patience, and knew that what must be done will take time. Though he was a litttle concerned, asking instead for learning the language rather than learning to defend himself. But that will come soon enough. It must be done, and will take time. Next stop: Amerilia's

[Querslis Vuerslin]

Querslis came into the Shoppe with two children, one boy and one girl, both eleven or twelve years old. She walked up to the counter, and placed the following order with the clerk:

Two Pair of Children's Pants and skirts: 24 crowns (One of Each)
One Grey dress: 16 crowns (Adult size)
Three Grey Cloaks with hood 45 crowns(One Adult, and two children sizes)
Two children's Grey Hats: 20 crowns
Two Pairs of Children's Grey Shirts/blouses: 22 crowns(One of each)
Two Pairs of Black Children's Boots: 20 crowns
(One Female child, and One male child)

24
16
45
20
22
20
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147 crowns

Querslis removed her pouch, and took out the required payment from it, then placed it back in its spot. She watched as the clerk took the measurements of the two children, then of her. She watched as the clerk wrote down the numbers, then went and retrieved the items. Bran and Laura went into the changing rooms, and put their new clothes on, and came out. Querslis then changed her clothes, but kept her knee high boots on under her dress. They walked out of the shoppe with their new clothes....

[Maes]

The Month of Cryxatum in the Season of Summer,
of Era II of the Celestine Mandate,
Era XI Post Fractum in the Age of the Darkening,
the Mageocracy of Julos the Mad.

Maes entered Amalthea's Apparel, looking for a cloak and a new pair of boots. The raven-haired youth walked past the orc, watching him out of the corner of his eye. The scrawny creature looked half-starved to the boy, and it was no mystery why such a creature would deem to offer his services guarding a halfling in a tailor shop. Although it appeared that the orc was harmless enough, Maes had the feeling that the creature had steel wires instead of sinews, and he was much stronger than he looked. The halfling certainly hadn't hired him for his appearance.

He nodded at the clerk, offering a forced, emotionless smile as dark eyes darted over the sign. "I'd like to purchase a hooded coat and a new pair of boots." The Halfling girl's smile was much more genuine than the fifteen-year-old's as she asked: "Do you have a preferance in color for the coat?" Maes paused for a moment before shrugging, lusterless eyes wanderring to the racks. The "colors" were predominantly dark in hue, something the boy would have suspected in Vortex. He would have felt odd walking around in a color that he would stand out in so..."Black." He said simply, reaching into his pockets.

The Halfling nodded and went to the clothing racks behind her counter. "That's a size-small, isn't it?" she asked, looking over her shoulder. The stern frown on the Human's face deepened, and there was a pause before he sullenly answered: "Yes." The girl turned back to her clothing racks as if she had not caught his churlish tone, returning a moment with a pair of boots in one hand and a coat draped over her arm. "Here you are, try these on." She said, offering him that same genuine grin and holding the clothes out.

Maes accepted them, setting the boots on the floor and donning the coat first. The Halfling had a good eye, for the coat fit him like a glove. It reached down to the middle of his calves, and the hood was deep and could cover his face from the rain or prying eyes if need be. Sitting on the shop's floor, he pulled off his worn-out shoes and pulled on the boots. He wiggled his toes for good measure, then stood again, nodding at the girl. "Good fits, both. How much, then?"

The clerk looked pleased and said: "Thirty-five crowns, if you please." Maes winced inwardly, but drew out the money and paid for the items. He left the store with a muttered good-bye, heading to the general store to find a backpack and a money pouch.

[Arten]

Done with his business for this brightening Arten walked down the street looking at all the stores he passed, when one particular one caught his attention. The dully-painted sign read Amalthea's Apparel... like the lutran knew what that meant. Curious as to what was inside the store he entered the building.

Approaching the door Arten nodded in acknowledgment to the old orc that sat motionless at the door, then he stepped inside. Once inside he did indeed find out what the store sold, looking around at all the clothing he almost turned to leave, as clothing wasn't all that important to him but a small rack of hooded cloaks caught his eye. Thinking of what he was planning while in Vortex, Arten walked over to the rack and looked through them.

Pulling one from the rack he looked at it a moment before holding it against his body. 'This will do nicely,' he thought. Then he slipped the cloak on. Examining how it covered him we pulled the hood up over his head. Looking around for a minute he found a mirror. The image in the mirror sold it. The cloak was a few sizes too big for the lutran so the sleeves hung down, covering his paws nicely. The hood, when up, also shadowed his face, making it impossible for any creature not his size to tell what race he was.

Taking the cloak off he walked up to the counter and looked at the price list. The cloak was just cotton, and with no decorations he found the price to be 15 crowns... low enough for him. "Serale, I'd like to buy this cloak." He greeted the hobbit behind the counter.

After a moments examination the hobbit confirmed the price was 15 crowns. After the short exchange and a brief goodbye Arten once again hid himself away into the folds of the cloak and left the store.

[Taran Kamari]

After having been in the city for only a few hours now, Taran noticed that the climate was colder than what he was used to.He decited that he would need to buy a cloak and a pair of boots.Following the city signs, Taran finally found his way to a clothes shop.He then walked up to the counter and asked for assistance.

"Serale, my name is Taran Kamari, and I was intersted in buying a hooded black cloak.I see that would come to 15 crowns."

"Yes it would, hold on a second while I go get the right size for you."The employe came back about a minute later."Here you go,now hand the crowns over and its a deal."The emplyee said with a smile.

"No problem."Taran said as he handed the crowns over.He then put on the cloak.He then walked out.

[Indigo]

Indigo walked into the shop and put down 15 crowns, "i will take a hooded cloak please."

The clerk took his money and handed him the cloak

"thankyou" indigo says and walks out.

[Lyzander]

Timestamp: The twentieth day of Fall, Kalendryas

Lyzander had been in town again this night, he had noticed that it seemed to be getting colder and he was hearing words that “winter” was coming. Down in the Har’oloth he had not experienced season changes and unfortunately in was a cold one that would be his first. Like all Vysstichi Lyzander had no body hair, and the cold was starting to get to him. Even with his head under the hood of his tunic he was still freezing he needed new attire. He heard people talking of a clothing shop a one Amalthea's Apparel and he was planning to check it out. He had entered the door looking around seeing the gnome that ran the place as well as the yappy dog that was right next to him. He got his greeting from the female and noticed the sign behind her head. He wanted a cloak, and maybe some boots as well…he wasn’t sure if these boots would be any warmer then the ones that he had now. No just a cloak for now, maybe some warmer pants for under the cloak…no he mustn’t splurge and spend all his money, who knew how long it would take him be able to make blades worth selling. “Serale to you madam gnome, I am interested in purchasing a cloak, made of your warmest fur. I also need it as a dark color, it doesn’t matter which as long as it doesn’t reflect the light of the suns”

She looked at Lyzander and nodded “Very well sir…I will just need to take a few measurements I think I may have one in your size.” She walked around him getting a stool to stand on she took his measurements and made a low sigh “Alas, tis not in your size but a few modifications and it could be. Just take a few candle marks and come back if you wish. She seen the uneasy looks on Lyzanders face and laughed happily “Do not fear, it will be as the same quality as if I had just made it, do we have a deal?” Lyzander nodded his head and pulled out his crowns to the still laughing gnome “trusting are we? Give half now, half when you come back” He gave here 30 crowns and left the store. He didn’t go far from it, most of the time he was standing just outside the door every so often he walked away to see what the excitement was down the street but he came back.

He waited 4 candle marks just to make sure and as he walked in she was just finishing up. She stood on her stool and held it up smiling liking it, it looked soft, and dark. Lyzander couldn’t tell what color it was as he is color blind but it seemed like it was dark enough “Is this midnight black a good enough color?” she asked with a hopeful smile

“It looks to be, I am unable to tell colors malady” Lyzander answered as he touched the soft fur and took it from the gnome handing her the remainder of the crowns he owed her and slid the cloak over he back and head. He wrapped the sides around him so that his entire body was covered with the cloak “It is of top quality, I will return if I need any other clothing”

“Thank you very much. Serale master Vysstichi” she smiled as Lyzander left the door happy that she had satisfied yet another customer…

[Solaris Silverarrow]

Daytime in the Third cycle of Pontis, in The Season of Winter, Era I of the Pax Imperialis, Era III of the Celestine Mandate
Paradigm Shift: Alleria Prime Opens and the new Empire is revealed as Audrey adresses the peoples.

The purple robes that covered the form of Solaris shimmered in the light of the morning, though the cold of the wind served to bite at his right toe with each step he took. He knew there had to be a shop around this city somewhere he could buy new boots. It only took him a tad bit to find a place, though he was a tad uneasy about entering. At the front door stood an orc, albeit old, he still had arms as big as Solaris' head. He slowly approached the little house, trying to show he was of no harm.”Uhm, Serale, my fine...orc, just here to uh, buy some new boots...” He got a grunt of approval and opened the door slowly to the pleasant sound of a the jingle of a bell, then he was brought from this nice little sound by the yapping of some annoying dog that was across the threshold. "This place is...odd to say the least." He smiled slightly and walked up to the hobbit.

"Serale my good lady, I'm here to buy myself some new boots, old ones are all caved in and such." She smiled and bobbed her head. "Well for the price of 10 crowns you can get yourself a new pair friend. I'll grab you a pair of the elven cut. Good strong leather, will last you twice as long as the ones you’re wearing now, for sure!" She disappeared for a moment and came back with a pair of boots, dropping them before Solaris. In the same time, he had reached inside his pockets and pulled out the ten crowns necessary for the purchase. "Here you are and thank you for the boots" She nodded and added quickly "You can leave the old ones here, we can reuse the materials." He nodded and quickly stepped out of the old boots and into the new. "Have a good day!" Was the last he heard as he stepped into the city...with new boots!

[Liack Daka'nau]

Sick of this mountainous cold which he'd forgotten plagued Vortex for most of the year the returned dark elf entered the apparel, a small bag of coins clinking at his side. "Serale, ahhh, I'll just take a quick look around, thanks," he said to the Halfling’s welcome. It was a quick matter-o-fact visit he was intending and his pace represented that as he strode around the shop holding various garments to his frame, then replacing them on the various racks. Finally, he pulled a soft dark brown coat from the racks, he paused, tuned it this way and that, before removing his cloak and gently pulling it on.

It fit. Which was the most important factor in Liack's choosing of clothes, it was warm, despite not being very thick, he noted happily, and, with a quick look in the mirror, it didn't look all that bad, the dark elf grinned. The coat started in a collar had tuned up cuffs, and ended just below his hips, the leather was slightly rough against his skin, where it touched at his wrists, but not so that it would annoy him. Just to check he threw his cloak on over the top and again look in the mirror, fine, pulling off the cloak and the coat he took the coat to the counter and put it down to count out the crowns. 16 crowns for the leather coat then added ten and asked for a new pair of black boots.

"Yes’ sir, I can get them for you right now, if you'll stand still long enough to let me have a look at the size of you feet," The Halfling said hotly, she obviously hadn't been too happy with the dark elf's fury of movement not to long ago. Gesturing him to take off his boot, she gave his foot a quick measuring, muttering different lengths, that always seems to be just to quiet for Liack to hear, finally she stopped and glanced at his current boots, "you'll be glad to be rid of these."

"They are a bit grubby."

"Hmmm, and almost an inch too small, here now try these," she said as she pulled out a new pair of soft black boots, she watched as he tried them on and after a nod of acceptance stood back, "Ok that lot will be 26 crowns, thank you master elf." Liack nodded and counted out thirty crowns, and handed them over, the Halfling glanced at the money and looked questioningly at the dark elf, "For the smell," he explained with a grin, as he threw on the new coat, his cloak, tucked his old boots under his arm and left the store.