Location [Alvadas Location] The Bizarre

[Crush]

The Bizarre is where the majority of trading happens in Alvadas. It is here that the more freelance Isurians come from Sultros to sell their finely crafted weapons and garner work contracts to other places on Mizahar. It is here that some of the great craftsmen come to seek work and many traders seek to sell their goods. Since this is the main thoroughfare through Kalea, many traders come and go but all put up shop here for a few days. All are welcome and for a low price, one can rent a stall for the day. Many items and bargains can be found here but you can run the risk of items being a tad below quality. Someone with a good eye for quality can make really valuable finds amongst the many people that trade in this fine building. Anything can be found here from weapons, supplies, books, magical scrolls and even some more "special items". All it takes is for one to look and they will find. But of course, as with everything else in Alvadas, nothing is quite what it first appears. The Bizarre itself is housed inside one of the larger buildings of Alvadas. Somehow, it is always lit inside despite the appearance of no windows outside. But the inside of the building is simply astounding. Compared to the markets of Syliras and Zeltiva, the Bizarre looks half the size and half as impressive. But the expression, don’t judge a book by its cover, simply fits here. Once inside, the Bizarre seems to stretch outwards and upwards. It is as if someone took a valley from the surrounding mountains and shrunk it down to place inside a building.It is a heaven for the collector and trader alike. Nobody is quite sure if all these people are illusions or not but there seems to be more people here than is contained on the whole of Mizahar. Surely, this could not be the truth. But there is one fact about this place. No matter how far you travel, you never lose sight of the entrance. It is always exactly where you need it. Some of the more permanent stalls are listed below.   Wooden Bones Wooden Bones is a small, tented stall in the Bizarre Bazaar. The stall comprises of a large wheelbarrow, where various items are laid out, and a tent which is usually attached to the wheelbarrow and acts as the shop walls and door. The tent is made out of a light, colourful, silk-like fabric, and inside are two benches and another small table, where more items are displayed. Racks are put up against the tent walls and supports where even more items are laid out. The shop sells many different things, ranging from jewellery to dice, runes to arrow-heads. Everything inside the shop is made from bone or wood, and most of the items are crafted by the woman who owns the shop, a lady named Vera, who also has an interest in books about carving, as well as taking commissions and trading in items that customers bring in. The shop is not well-known, and in many respects is simply a place for an old lady to sell a few trinkets to earn a living. The majority of her income comes from regulars or tourists. Name: Vera Appalla Race: Human DoB: 12 Winter, 446 AV PoB: The Underground, Alvadas Title: Shop-keeper Skills: Leadership: 43, Carving: 42, Hunting: 47, Persuasion: 21, Teaching: 20. Gnosis: N/A Vera was born into a poor family who lived in the Underground simply because their father was a vicious, old man who made a living by being violent and cruel. As such, Vera and her three sisters and two brothers grew up in a miserable and fearful atmosphere, until one day their father died and they became free. One by one, her siblings grew up and found respectable jobs in Alvadas, leaving Vera to fend for herself with only her elderly mother for company. She looked after her until her death, and then finally began a life of her own at 40. She enjoyed a period of ten or so years as a hunter and craftswoman, before settling down in a measly house, alone, with only her stall on the market for comfort. In her old age, Vera has grown grumpy, and suspicious. She has a strong dislike of law-breakers, but as a result of her suspicions, she has very little friends.

[Ulric]

5th of Fall, 511 AV Ulric glanced over the throng of people, awnings, and sheds that clustered the cavernous dome, frowning slightly at the clamor that rang in his tender ears. He had to stop drinking so much. He could never be the man that he desired if he spent his days lying in the filth of the gutter. But then again, there was reason to drink. Taking a step forward, he began to weave through the press of the crowd, making sure that he kept a hand on his purse. That was the measure of his trust. The other hand he kept on the handle of his knife. With a grunt, he saw a pair of nets draped over a pole, the sinkers swaying with every person brushed against them, and moved forward to bandy words with the trader. He left with a lighter purse and both nets draped over his left arm. He came to another trader and offered up good coin for a brown surcoat with the sigil of a black orb on the breast, which had no doubt belonged to a dead man. He kept going, pausing to speak to traders, and each time he strode away his burden was greater. Ulric had work to do. Receipt : Pick, miner’s – 3 gm Rope, 150 ft – 3 gm Canvas, 10 sq yards - 1 gm Fishing net (2) – 8 gm Ladder - 5 cm Shovel - 2 gm Chest – 2 gm Axe, carpenter’s – 1 gm Builder's Kit (simple) - 5 gm Crowbar – 2gm Lock, simple – 20 gm Weapons Harness – 5 gm Surcoat – 2 gm Jug, clay - 3 cm Total = 54.08 gm

[Victor Lark]

29 Fall, 511

A puddle of shadow sat stagnant at the middle of the table. Around it were carefully positioned displays of ornamented leather and padded armor, studded and embroidered and painted. But the prize of the trader’s wares had been conspicuously centered among them, begging a wandering eye to take a closer look and inquire. The browsing Victor fell shamelessly into this trap; curious, he instantly reached out to feel it. The man behind the table turned and gave him a smirk.

His mouth was firm with deliberation, but he could not help the question that twisted on his brow. His fingertips perceived, at the same time, the suppleness of silk and the strength of leather. As he picked it up by one corner and ran another finger over its sinuous edge, the merchant mumbled, “Spider silk. All the way from Kalinor. It’ll protect you from anything that leather could, and it’s just like wearing skin. Fit for...” he glanced discreetly over his customer’s body as Victor remained engrossed in the material, “the most agile of warriors.”

Victor took the compliment to heart. Where a keener eye might have noticed where the armor frayed, he saw only smooth and nearly liquid fabric. It was exotic and unique; he needed it. He set it down again, where it crumpled into itself and became a proper shadow again. “How much?”

“One-hundred.”

“Gold?” A nod. “Ouch.” Victor hastily removed that candid admiration from his eyes and cringed. An idle glance away suggested that he had suddenly lost interest, but the merchant did not scramble to gain it back, as Victor had hoped. So his attention returned to the smug merchant and he said impatiently, “You could not have paid fifty in Kalinor. I’ll give you sixty.”

The merchant paused, eyeing him in search of a weakness. It had been difficult to sell this particular garment, for the reputation of its makers as well as its price and the public’s ignorance of its practicality. Still, he seemed to decide that this man wanted it badly enough. “The price is one-hundred.”

To the chagrin of both parties, Victor sighed and moved his hand to a mound of studded leather, only half considering it as an alternative. He fingered the pouch on his belt and it rang with the music of many coins, a promise of payment beneath a reluctance for it. He opened his mouth to ask the price of the lesser garment, then decided against it. With despair and defeat wrought on his affected countenance, he turned to look elsewhere.

The man called his bluff. He turned away and pretended he wanted to catch the attention of another stranger, a sly-looking thing with skinny fingers. Victor spun around suddenly and said, “Fine. If you insist.”

The trader smiled something coy, masking his unrelenting delight. Victor emptied his purse and, after a few chimes to weigh the gold, the peculiar armor was his.

Receipt :

night leather armor: cuirass, gorget, sleeves, gloves, leggings, greaves, boots -- 100.0 gm

[Keido]

30-Fall-511 AV

Keido needed some things if he was going to fight in the tournament. Something which could help him against those monstrous magic users as well. He knew what he needed against normal opponents. He had most of those already in terms of his weapons but he should buy more just in case. Moving around the stores around the place he finally got what he needed.

receipt :

Stinging smoke, Teethed Gauntlet, Chainmail for 235gm

[Naama]

82nd of Fall 511AV It took several long, aggravating hours to find the Bizarre in the chaotic, unpredictable city of Alvadas. For every time she met someone who was kind enough to direct her towards the establishment the winding streets always managed to make her completely and utterly lost. It was Sunberth all over again, when the anarchist's city was something new and foreign to one who'd lived in the jungles of Falyndar her entire life. Once she'd stepped inside, however, the prospect of new clothes and trinkets was far too enticing to withhold. Naama scoured the stalls and the dainty little shops for everything and anything that caught her fancy. It was just a day to treat herself to something nice. Receipt : Linen Blouse - 1gm Leather pants - 8sm Leather vest - 3sm 2 cotton sashes - 4sm Fine laced dress - 20gm Gold armband - 15gm Cotton cloak with hood - 3sm = 37gm 7sm

[Sam Mentes]

Winter 37th, 511 AV (Afternoon)

It had taken Sam most of the day to find the Bizarre, even though she wasn't looking for any place in particular. All she needed to do was buy the things she absolutely needed, Sam thought, but the absolute variety of the place made it difficult not to buy everything she saw. Even the cheapest trinket looked like a luxurious treasure.

The first booth she visited was one made for people who lived in the wilderness- perfect for a beginning adventurer. Sam bought some things, including a weird, black paste. The man at the booth told her it was a stock mixture, although to her it didn't look very tasteful.

The next was a basic food stall. Most of the goods she picked up there would be eaten at a later date, mostly because they couldn't be found in the wild. Some were there because they could be cooked and filled someone up, like rice. Others were simply nutritious. It was quick and easy, and the woman at the booth appreciated the fact that Sam wasn't someone to barter.

After that, the next few booths were mere one-stop destinations. Between leather belts and iron pots, Sam felt she was prepared to take on anything that came at her. At least, until she left and went to go get lost again.

Receipt :

Salt (1oz)- 1 cm
Rice(1lb)- 5 gm
Apples(1lb)- 1 gm
Sausage (pig) (2lb)- 2gm
Belt(leather)- 2 sm
Riding boots- 1gm
Pot, iron w/feet- 5sm
Strong Rations- 7 gm
Preserving Kit- 5gm
Traveller’s Stock- 3gm
Total Cost- 24 gm, 7 sm, and 1 cm

OOCPlease notify if I added it up wrong...

[Al Sahaba Maulakim]

Spring 16, 512 AV

After much searching, Al Sahabah Mualakim finds the stall he was looking for. The Mapmaker's stall is a small one, he noticed, with crowded peices of equipment scattered on the table. He eyes each piece.

"Give me a Mapmaker's Toolkit, Good sir,". He drops 22 GM on the table while the merchant gathers a small toolkit bag together. The merchant then hands him the bag, taking the money off the table, and verifying that it is exact. After a few seconds the merchant looks up, But see's only the crowd passing by, wondering where his customer had gone...

[Eridanus]

Day 1, Summer of 512 AV
Morning
The Bizarre

It was time to go shopping, and as such Eridanus went from shop to shop, securing his required supplies in a fast and no-nonsense manner. He required stationary, for one, since there would be times where he would need to write or draw things.

Pausing at a shop selling canvass and similar equipment for artists, he picked up a leather-bound kit, causing the merchant to quickly attend to him.

"Everything you would want for an artist, good sir. Crayons, quills, various paints and drawing material, it's all in there, only for 25 gold-rimmed mizas."

It was a deal, and Eridanus took it, along with a blank book. There were greater things he intended to do with his book. Reimancy spells for once. He needed a proper journal to include all the techniques he came up with, with a detailed explanation and effects. It would facilitate his revision of the discipline much better. He did acknowledge that it might look a little sparse because he had only developed a single technique so far.

The vantha shrugged, time was on his side after all.

Before leaving, he picked up a rucksack being sold near the entrance, for the idea of having more carrying space seduced him. It might made him look more like a pack mule, but he did not really care. Utility is King, after all.

Receipt :

Item	Price
Book, Blank	3gm
Toolkit, Artist's	25gm
Rucksack	1gm
Total	29gm

[Licearsvansan]

. . ......... My journey is my destination. . . . .

Winter 512, the 11th

"No weapons?! Really? THAT was her one rule? How the petch am I supposed to fight a tiger unarmed! Perhaps I could struggle on the way down her throat and give her a PETCHING STOMACHE ACHE!" Now that Samantha couldn't hear or see Svan he allowed himself to be as livid on the outside as he was on the inside. He wasn't just mad her her though. He was angry at himself for thinking that a fight against a tiger outside in the bitter cold would be a good idea. Unfortunately he couldn't back out of the fight now. She had left before he could deny her rules and if he brought a weapon or did'nt show up he would become a coward in her eyes. He shuddered at the thought of ever giving that woman a reason to look down on him. Honor and courage could only take Svan so far however. If he hoped to win he would need some sort of plan, but what could possibly bring down a tiger. Looking back and forth between the stalls, the dhani seached for an answer. Finaly his eyes rested on a booth that had hunting gear out on display. Thats it! Svan thought to himself, a predator's smile creaping up his face. If I want to beat a tiger, then I have to stop thinking of it like a fight. This is a hunt, and I have to make sure she knows that I'm the hunter. Svan couldn't use a weapon but he was allowed to use the enviorment to his advantage. Luckily Svan had a rather loose definition of "enviorment"

receipt :

Backpack-2gm
Fishing net-6gm
Oil x3-3sm
Waterskin-1gm
Flare paste-17gm
cloak cotton-3sm
canvas-1 sm
soap-5sm
100-27.2gm

72.8gm

Spring 3rd 513

Having just sold his horse due to its uselessness in the mountainous terain Svan had a little more money than usual, and once again found himself within the walls of the bizarre. The last time he had come here he had met Samantha and Durv. Needless to say, Svan had his fingers crossed that he would not be so unfortunate a second time. As he browsed the many markets of the Bizarre Svan made sure to keep his eyes open on anything that could help him in his upcoming travels. There was just one problem. Svan had no idea where he wanted to go.

Halfway through the Bizarre Svan chanced upon a vendor that was selling maps, compasses, and other navigation related objects. Hoping to find an idea where he planned to travel next, the snake walked over to the stall. The owner of the shop was busy trying to sell some dingy looking compass to a customer so Svan helped himself to one of the maps. As he unfurled the rough parchment paper Svan recognized it as a rough map of the region. It was slightly different from the other map he had already seen of the region, but all maps were like that these days. The snake scanned over the parchment and let out a grunt of disappointment as he saw that the map had markings that resembled mountains in the center of the Kalea region. He lacked the mountain climbing skill to traverse such mountainous lands.

As the dhani lowered the map to grab another he was met with the scowling face of the stall owner. "I do hope you're enjoying my wares." the owner said with obvious sarcasm.

Svan startled and put the map onto the table, "I'm sorry, I'm just trying to find a way through the mountains."

The man gave a look that caused Svan to realize he had said something stupid, "The only way some skinny little kid litke you could get through those mountains would be atop an Okomo"

Svan stared meekly at the man. He was already on the man's bad side, but he needed more info on how to cross through the mountains, "Excuse me? What is an Okomo?"

The vendor rolled his eyes as he spoke, "Its a creature given to Lhavithians by Caiyha to help us move thought the mountains without the risk of falling to our deaths."

Svan's eyes suddenly sparked with interest at the mention of Caiyha. "Really?! That sounds like an incredible creature, you wouldn't happen to have one would you?"

"No I wouldn't, I had to many wars to bring with on an Okomo kid. I took a boat here like most merchants." The vendor stopped himself for a moment, and a smile crossed his face. "However if you really want to see one I would recommend a trip to Lhavit. I travel back by foot and have a few maps that could help you avoid those nasty mountains"

Svan didn't remember much after that. All he knew was that it was a grim day for his money purse.

receipt :

horse/saddlebags +95gm
caltrops -1 gm
acid vial-5 gm
2 maps region -20 gm
crossbow and 10 bolts - 45 gm
journal-3 gm
ink-2 gm
brown, green and orange ink - 12 gm
traveler's stock -3 gm
grappleing hook - 1 gm
perserving kit - 5 gm
quill -5 cm
lazy gel - 10 gm
Krolar Poultice x2 -1gm
Tulja Poultice -10gm

136.05gm -23.05 gm=

101gm

[Ko Loraynhaus]

3rd of Winter 513AV (pre-Sanity Center)

Every time she entered the Bizarre it always felt different. Nothing had really changed except for some of the vendors and the entrance which is ever constantly only there when she needed it. The bubbling chatter of the people around her was welcoming. Some shouted in anger over prices and others greeted old acquaintances or made new friends. One of the stalls that attracted her attention was that of an artist. His canvases stared her down, shimmering and changing. Beautiful images of the waves crashing on a beach caught her attention. It was very subtle but the painting seemed to move as the waves would. Veering from her path, she stepped to the side to admire it, the scene changed, growing brighter, as if the sun had been behind a cloud and was now coming out. She barely noticed anything, as she reached out, wondering if her hand would go through the canvas and feel the cold wind nipping at her fingers.

“That’s almost a hundred gold, my Dear.” A man stepped into her view, pulling her back to reality, and the illusion that attracted her suddenly didn't seem so real anymore. The waves still pounded harmlessly on the sand and the cloud’s hazy shadow still drifted lazily over them, but she now was more aware that this was just a painting with some magic mixed in. Smiling at the man, Ko stepped back.

“I’m sorry, its just so . . . enticing.” Ko praised the artist, she never intended to buy the painting, she didn't have the money for vanities.

“I’d lower the cost, little lady, if you really wanted it. Maybe, eighty?” Ko shook her head, steering away from the vendor intent on her own mission. A few strides later she found them, a hunters cart. This man sat behind the counter, writing something on a piece of paper. His handwriting was poor and his grammar was probably not the best, but Ko wouldn’t have been able to read it anyways so she didn’t bother. Focusing back on his merchandise, Ko found what she really wanted.

The entire hunting kit was a fair amount to pay, but solidly cheaper than searching and buying for each thing she needed individually. It would definitely help her getting started, make it an easier time for her. She was sure it would pay itself off four times over by the end of the season. The only other thing she needed was a few birdcalls. Not only would they attract birds but predators as well. Hopefully not too large ones.

Receipt

Item	Price
Hunting Kit	25 GM
Birdcall (x2)	1 GM
Kopis	4 GM
Kris	5 GM