Captain Hesperus
Kaerri
Psychie
Sherwood
(Part 1 of 2)
Listening to you from the comforts of their second story balcony, Ben "the Giant" and his round and happy wife, Misha, smile and wave. "'Sometimes?' 'Sometimes?'" gripes Ben with friendly mocking. "Everything we sell is extra special and we only sell to extra-special people! That's you, twin-blood! Now get your strawberry head in here with the rest of your friends and let's get to business!"
Several hardy and hard-working Dwarves (the group that tossed the catapult shot Powerpaw's way) sigh and look up at the bright sun overhead before returning to work. Several groups of equally-hardy but not-yet-proven adventurers stand outside and well away from Ben and Misha's Magic Shoppe. They eye you with mixtures of emotions including pride, surprise, and not a little bit of envy - they appear not have not yet earned Ben and Misha's permission to shop within these special walls - and they know it's not a thing they can do about it by standing around, but stand they do for now.
Coming inside these walls again brings memories back. The last time you were here, you were minding your own businesses when Loviatar decided to spring her plan. It worked and you were all captured and kidnapped across the very planes of existence to the icy and wicked part of Pohjola that Loviatar, the Maiden of Pain, called home. There, you performed good deeds all but impossible for the creatures in those caverns, and even more impressive, you live now to tell the tale. In fact, all of you are here save for Oscar who is also safe in Highwind's fabled walls.
Several of the Dwarves are standing outside. They wear gleaming armor and have heavy-looking weapons of fantastic make in their hands. Even more dangerous is the gleams in their eyes as if daring Loviatar and her ilk to try and repeat history here.
Ben stomps down the stairs and waves his huge arms about. It's enough to make a normal person dodge out of the way even though he is far out of reach. "War!" Ben the Smithy shouts. "It's made some items hard to come by and others nigh-impossible to sell! Lucky for you lot, we've recently finished up with terrific batches of enchanted weapons and gear you'll not find anywhere else in Highwind!"
Misha gently steps down the stairs, her heavy, round figure bouncing cheerfully. "I am so happy to see you all safe and sound again! And you, Kaeritha! You've gone and joined the Wayward Wanderers too?" She holds one hand over her heart and glances heavenward. "The Good Saint knows you've been successful in realms even the bravest don't dare go - and you're still around to shop in here with us! So good to see you again!" She holds out her huge arms for a hug.
Ben grasps Kaerri's shoulders (both in one hand, he's that big!) and gives her a friendly pat. "Pshh! People like Kaerri of the Forest Eternal don't die - they just keep on joining new parties!" Ben points to Powerpaw. "Careful with that Maul of the Titans, warrior! You break it, you bought it!"
"Heh!" Powerpaw grins. "One bad swing an' dis kitty would be da brokest adventurer evaaarr!"
"Oh, I'd help where I could, Fuzzy Goof!" Bria runs up and hugs the Felane Gladiator.
But Mamapaw's eyes are on all of the counters and shelves. "Ah, would you tell a Druidess from the far-off jungles of Shamballah how things work around here?"
"Simple!" Ben yells (he seems to do that a lot). "No haggling! Just buy it or don't! You want to sell something? I'll give you the fairest price for you and for us! Want something explained? See any of us, though some here know more than others. And relax and enjoy yourselves! I guarantee what happened last time you were here won't happen again while I'm here!"
Sparkle raises her serpentine head and grins at the sound of that. "Well then. What do you have for sale?"
"Glad you asked, little purple lady!"
(Part 1 of 2)
"I've already got some pretty cool stuff that'll do me for a while, I'd think. Unless Ben or Misha have something extra special, which they do sometimes. Lead on!"
Listening to you from the comforts of their second story balcony, Ben "the Giant" and his round and happy wife, Misha, smile and wave. "'Sometimes?' 'Sometimes?'" gripes Ben with friendly mocking. "Everything we sell is extra special and we only sell to extra-special people! That's you, twin-blood! Now get your strawberry head in here with the rest of your friends and let's get to business!"
Several hardy and hard-working Dwarves (the group that tossed the catapult shot Powerpaw's way) sigh and look up at the bright sun overhead before returning to work. Several groups of equally-hardy but not-yet-proven adventurers stand outside and well away from Ben and Misha's Magic Shoppe. They eye you with mixtures of emotions including pride, surprise, and not a little bit of envy - they appear not have not yet earned Ben and Misha's permission to shop within these special walls - and they know it's not a thing they can do about it by standing around, but stand they do for now.
Coming inside these walls again brings memories back. The last time you were here, you were minding your own businesses when Loviatar decided to spring her plan. It worked and you were all captured and kidnapped across the very planes of existence to the icy and wicked part of Pohjola that Loviatar, the Maiden of Pain, called home. There, you performed good deeds all but impossible for the creatures in those caverns, and even more impressive, you live now to tell the tale. In fact, all of you are here save for Oscar who is also safe in Highwind's fabled walls.
Several of the Dwarves are standing outside. They wear gleaming armor and have heavy-looking weapons of fantastic make in their hands. Even more dangerous is the gleams in their eyes as if daring Loviatar and her ilk to try and repeat history here.
Ben stomps down the stairs and waves his huge arms about. It's enough to make a normal person dodge out of the way even though he is far out of reach. "War!" Ben the Smithy shouts. "It's made some items hard to come by and others nigh-impossible to sell! Lucky for you lot, we've recently finished up with terrific batches of enchanted weapons and gear you'll not find anywhere else in Highwind!"
Misha gently steps down the stairs, her heavy, round figure bouncing cheerfully. "I am so happy to see you all safe and sound again! And you, Kaeritha! You've gone and joined the Wayward Wanderers too?" She holds one hand over her heart and glances heavenward. "The Good Saint knows you've been successful in realms even the bravest don't dare go - and you're still around to shop in here with us! So good to see you again!" She holds out her huge arms for a hug.
Ben grasps Kaerri's shoulders (both in one hand, he's that big!) and gives her a friendly pat. "Pshh! People like Kaerri of the Forest Eternal don't die - they just keep on joining new parties!" Ben points to Powerpaw. "Careful with that Maul of the Titans, warrior! You break it, you bought it!"
"Heh!" Powerpaw grins. "One bad swing an' dis kitty would be da brokest adventurer evaaarr!"
"Oh, I'd help where I could, Fuzzy Goof!" Bria runs up and hugs the Felane Gladiator.
But Mamapaw's eyes are on all of the counters and shelves. "Ah, would you tell a Druidess from the far-off jungles of Shamballah how things work around here?"
"Simple!" Ben yells (he seems to do that a lot). "No haggling! Just buy it or don't! You want to sell something? I'll give you the fairest price for you and for us! Want something explained? See any of us, though some here know more than others. And relax and enjoy yourselves! I guarantee what happened last time you were here won't happen again while I'm here!"
Sparkle raises her serpentine head and grins at the sound of that. "Well then. What do you have for sale?"
"Glad you asked, little purple lady!"