Rp for Ashman and All I am is an X

[Ashman74]

Its up.

 

[All I am is an X]

Gibraltar stood next to her wheeled cart on the side of the street with a few other vendors, yelling at the top of her lungs along with them to help push her wares onto passers-by. This particular day she was trying to sell off some ointments that were going to expire in the next few days, and so far she'd only rid herself of half of the load (which wasn't that many at all). She was going to scream until she was hoarse and try to get some more people to come over, but by the gods she was going to get rid of the blasted things by the time dusk would come. She was going to make sure of that.


(So sorry for the wait! I can put more than this if you'd like, I just didn't know how many lines to start off with.)

 

[Ashman74]

(Its good.)


Jarlax walked down the street, trailing at his heel was Zerioth. He'd tamed the saber cat when it was merely a kitten incapable of harming a fly. That wasn't the case now. The Drow had seen the feline single take down giants on her own. But he wasn't here to recall memory's. He walked into the seedy district of town. There were plenty of people he'd like to bloody. Unfortunately he wouldn't be able too.

 

[All I am is an X]

Gibraltar had to stop and catch her breath, her face a darker green than average. She grabbed the wineskin she usually had hanging on her hip, used for water rather than actual wine, and tried to cool her stinging throat. It was then that her eyes landed on a rather intimidating man walking in the crowd, a saber toothed feline following behind obediently. While she'd seen things such as that, it was still a bit of a surprise now and then when such popped up. She closed her wineskin and brushed it off, continuing to peddle her wares enthusiastically.

 

[Ashman74]

Jarlax put his hair into a ponytail. Once that was done he pulled his hood over his head, Drow weren't the most popular of the races, for a good reason no doubt and unlike other towns his presence was actually tolerated. Now with that said there were still people who liked to make their prejudice known. He assumed the people he'd given his blades to were like that. Normally he wouldn't care, but the amount of money he'd paid for the enchantments made him actually want the two curved blades back in his possession.

 

[All I am is an X]

Gibraltar started to pack up for the time being, figuring that she could fare better if she started back at a later time or moving. Not that she could really be heard over the rest of the shrieking around her anyway. Setting the last of the bottles into a small wooden crate, she closed its lid and dragged the cart down the street, trying to keep out of the way of other people around and keeping away from the stands to the best of her ability. She'd just about screamed herself hoarse anyway, so she probably needed to stop for a bit before she made herself mute.

 

[Ashman74]

.Jarlax kept walking until he found himself at what appeared to be a blacksmiths shack. He knew its real purpose was far more sinister then that. The Drow would return here again once he got his blades, and said blades would be put to work. He pushed the door open and instantly felt...Dirty. There were herb addicted women of various species here. He closed his eyes while he walked through, he didn't want to see this.

 

[All I am is an X]

Gibraltar drug her cart in the direction of the shady in she was staying in, the worse the crowd looked the farther she went. She turned down an alleyway, a few other doors there. A few had strange, nauseating stenches flooding from them that assaulted the senses when one got too close. While the Fae despised it, she learned to put up with such over time, but that didn't exactly mean she liked it in the least. She yanked open the second to last door and headed inside, it being a rear entrance for the inn. At least she could get away from some of the dirt and scum lurking outside just for a bit.

 

[Ashman74]

Jarlax let out a relived sigh once he was out of the first room, the second was far more pleasant. The walls were filled with various weapons ranging from longswords to battleaxes to even a war hammer. "Ah, Theron." The blacksmith said, Jarlax had given him a false name. "You're Scimitars are all prepped, sharpened and...Well you know. "Good." Jarlax replied, he went over to where the custom equipment sat. He picked up the two curved blades, the first was a little more blue then before. It was also very cold. The second...Well, he couldn't really describe it.