PM to join [The Feathered Shaft][Azcadelia]Unique encounter at the shop

[Xiulachu Falliron]

Xiulachu Falliron 46th of Spring 513 AV All the unique smells, some good some bad, of the city had come back to Xiulachus memory as soon as he stepped through the gates of the grand city of Syliras. Though the last time Xiulachu had come to the city he had been much younger, in Kelvic standards. In Human standards Xiulachu had not been to Syliras in two years, but in the two years that Xiulachu had been in a strict self training regiment he had forced on himself since the death of his parent he had grown around sixteen human years in appearance. Through the winding city back alleys Xiulachu went with a great vigor for he had no great love of cities. The thought of actually living in such a city seemed as foreign to Xiulachu as sleeping in a cave every night would be to a Svefra. Though he had not been to the city in near two years and in such a long amount of time he had not the memory that would be useful in finding the location he was interested in. The building where his father had taken, a barely one year old, Xiulachu was his destination for his father had shown him a masterfully crafter cross bow that was attached to a glove and was small enough to be concealed under his cloak yet deadly enough in its use that it became a useful tool in his survival, and the survival of his family. As Xiulachu made his way through the many passages of the city and trying to remember the exact location of the shop Xiulachu seemed to remember instantly when he looked in front of him to find his destination was merely forty feet in front of him. The sleek design of the finely crafted wooden house that held within it an extremely skilled merchant by the name of Kalvin Wilde; A man who was the creator of the crossbow that Xiulachus father had wielded. Inside the store that seemed to also be a work shop by the way things were scattered here and there when Xiulachu looked through the entry room to the different rooms in the back of the store. Behind a counter in the middle of the store stood a peculiar man that could only have been Kalvin Wilde and just to his right, on the very same counter that Kalvin stood behind, was a chicken. No, a rooster, to the untrained eye, or anyone who really didn’t care, the rooster could be mixed up and mistaken for a hen. Though Xiulachu had a surprised facial expression at the sight of a chicken on a counter in a store, he suppressed the show of emotion enough to be hardly noticeable by one who hadn’t known Xiulachu. Looking up and seeing that a customer had arrived in his store, Kelvin quickly stopped what he was doing to look up and see a plan clothed man with a decently sized pack on his back and, with the glimmer of the light, a dagger could be seen on the mans waist. “Hello and welcome to my shop. My name is Kalvin Wilde, I run this shop.” Kalvin said as he pointed around his shop with one finger on his right hand. “As you can see behind me I have a wide selection of different bows, arrows, cross bows, bolts and any other archery item that you may need. I also have a range for you to test your bows and crossbows.” Though the speech had been practiced many times over during the many years he had been selling his wares, Kelvin always felt like he was speaking in another language when trying to sell his useful bows to the people of Syliras. The obvious showroom that Xiulachu had walked into was full of many different items that ranged from sturdy longbows to crossbows that Xiulachu had not the strength to pick up. Looking around and listening to the owner of the store talk to him, Xiulachus eye caught sight of a very unique looking crossbow that brought back memories of a very similar crossbow that his father had shown him many times. Just looking at the crossbow brought painful memories that Xiulachu never liked to relive. After seeing that the shop owner was done giving his speech, Xiulachu began to make his way to stand just in front of the barrier separating the two men. After pointing towards the item that had so caught Xiulachus curiosity, “I’ve seen a crossbow just like that one a few years ago. It was lost after the owner was killed by a savage monster and I have always wanted one just like it. How much.” was all Xiulachu was prepared to say as he pulled out a large pouch that jingled whenever it was moved. Kalvin saw what the strange man, who had yet to introduce himself, pointed at and also noticed that the item in question had been made just the other day and planned on selling it to some noble who had a deep pocket but by the sound of the bag that the strange buyer had produced from his pack, Kalvin decided to give an acceptable offer for the bracer mounted crossbow. “That item is worth no less than 85 gold mizas. I’d also offer you buy the hundred bolts I designed specifically for that crossbow.” Xiulachu had already thought of buying as many bolts as possible for the tiny crossbow he intended to buy. “I believe 95 gold mizas is suitable for the 100 bolts and the crossbow.” Xiulachu said as he pulled out the appropriate amount of gold from his pouch before putting the still heavy pouch back into his pack. Xiulachu placed the mizas on the counter in front of Kalvin who quickly took up the mizas in order to inspect them for their worth. Though they seemed to be real Kalvin couldn’t help but wonder where this man, who looked like a bum, came about the kind of money he seemed to be throwing around. After a moment of remembering that he hardly cared where the money came from as long as it ended up in his pockets. Kalvin swiftly moved around the counter to come in front of the crossbow that had just been bought from him and picked up a bundle of bolts that were small enough to fit on the crossbow with ease and handed them to the man who had just spent a pretty penny to buy the crossbow. When Kalvin handed Xiulachu the tiny crossbow mounted on a specially made bracer Xiulachu quickly put the bracer on his hand to test how it felt and to his surprise it seemed to go on smoothly with no gaps that would cause it to fall off easily. Xiulachu was also handed a batch of bolts that he quickly placed in a side pocket of his backpack to quickly secure the many bolts that would be easy to loose in the wilds of the Bronze Forest. Xiulachu quickly thanked the man and quickly walked outside to examine his new weapon further. OOCI didn't post that he noticed you because I planned on having you meet him as he just came out of the store with the crossbow he just bought. italics = Kalvin talking bold = Xiulachu talking

[Azcadelia]

Azcadelia Rosan

The day had been fair to Azcadelia as she made her way through the usual mid day crowds to The Feathered Shaft. It was a shop that she had never been to and had no idea where it was but a slight query of the guards and she was on her way. On the way there however she began to doubt herself and her motive for going to such a place. A place that would usually be off limits to herself but it had come time to try something new; to indulge in a foreign task to brighten one's horizons. It had come time to buy a ranged weapon.

Azcadelia had usually used her Reimancy as a use of fighting whenever push came to shove but now that the Syliras guards have become quite heavier in patrol lately it made it unsafe for her to defend herself with Reimancy whenever the time came. Reimancy was forbidden in the city for a reason and Azcadelia knew the reason. If two people got into a particularly nasty brawl and one of them turned out to be a magician then the magician would have an unfair advantage because of their ability to bend rather destructive elements to their will and inflict excruciating damage to their foe. It was a taboo practice but a practice nonetheless and practice that Azcadelia much rather liked to engage in but now she needed to be careful; keep her nose clean until an opportunity arose where she could possibly leave this city.

The Feathered Shaft came into view over the bobbing heads of civilians minding their own business, unaware of the motives of one another. Ignorance was bliss. Not to Azcadelia however. This elegantly dressed maiden sought knowledge to the ends of the other and would do so until she died and possibly even after she died. Her ghost would wonder for infinite to increase the capacity at which she knew. It was an overwhelming task, possibly impossible, but a task that she enjoyed.

Azcadelia's hair, fire-red in the beaming sunlight, rested upon her shoulders, undisturbed by the windless day. Her eyes, jade and crisped, scanned the crowds for stories and details that could unfold into a rather elaborate tale of one's life but to her surprise no one peaked that interest. Unamused she turned her sights back to The Feathered Shaft's entrance and out from the door came a rather young man. Somewhere in his late teens no doubt but still he looked older. The stubble on his chin betrayed his actual age and betrayed Azcadelia's eyes. Still she drank him in. Savoring the details of his skin, clothing, items and hair. In his hands were a crossbow of sorts. It looked expensive and elaborate and made his more appealing to the eye. His clothing looked rugged as did he - the stubble declaring so ever so boldly. She set her eyes on the boy and led, feet in toe.

"Say, what's a young man like you doing around these parts?" she asked, slowing her steps to a stop feet in front of him. Her eyes peered at him discreetly, there was something off about him - about his aura, his essence. She dismissed the thoughts and refocused on the boy asking another question in rapid succession from the last. "I haven't seen you around Syliras, you must be new, yes?"

OOCSorry for the mediocre post. It seems to unfinished and ugly to me, I don't know about you.

[Xiulachu Falliron]

Xiulachu Falliron So intensely was Xiulachus attention solely on the newest addition to his growing collection of unique weapons that Xiulachu had not noticed the woman who was walking towards him. Such a beautiful human was this stranger that seemed to be staring right into Xiulachus soul, looking him up and down then up again to stare straight at his face. Though he had seen his share of humans he had never seen one with so bright a red as the color of their hair that when he noticed it, and he noticed it alright, he stopped suddenly and couldn't control himself not to stare at the hair while the woman had been talking to him. When he finally regained his senses he seemed to remember what the strange red haired women who still held her piercing gaze on him and turned his head to the left to collect his senses and gather him self; Never before had he spoken to such a beautiful women that he seemed to stutter a but before finally attaining perfect calm once more. I don’t usually come to this city, the stink is unbearable. Xiulachu spat out yet realizing that he said to harsher than he intended he quickly put on a sincere face. At the moment Xiulachu had been so stunned by the mysterious woman who seemed to appear out of nowhere in front of him due to his entire attention being set on the newest acquired weapon; a special crossbow that he had yet to give a name, for he believed that the crossbow would be a famous weapon for sure. Quickly and with as little notice as he could attempt, though the look on Xiulachus face could only be described as a look of utter surprisement after remembering of his crossbow, Xiulachu brought his left hand, the hand that was holding his crossbow, under his cloak to conceal his most unusual weapon that he would have to name soon. Though he had registered the Woman’s second question he spent a few seconds concealing his crossbow which made his next answer to her most revealing questions seem to be told after a suitable answer should have been given. I certainly am not new around here. Like I said, I don’t come into the city all that often and even when I come here I am out the exit with post-haste. Though his heightened senses betrayed himself to the awful smell of the city, Xiulachu tried to keep as straight a face as possible and even moved his feet around to get his mind of the smell as he continued on a conversation he never thought he would ever want to have with anyone in such a city as Syliras. OOCIt’s all alright; I just hope my horrible RP skills don’t interfere with this conversation (I’ve not rped with anyone in years)

[Azcadelia]

Azcadelia Rosan

Azcadelia looked the boy up and down once more taking in the final details of his structure and his equipment. It was that of a woodsman, rugged and unkempt but still attractive. She chuckled slightly when he stated something about the stink of the city and he was right. There were times when the city smelled rather poorly compared to other days - this just so happened to be bad one. The smell didn't bother Azcadelia thought seeing as she had lived here for most of her adult and teen life. "A little harsh there on the inhabitants of this glorious city, aren't we?" she stated sarcastically. The city wasn't as glorious as it had been in the past. The question was rhetorical but she was unsure if the boy could sense it or not, so she kept rambling on.

"I can tell by the crossbow that you just concealed that you're a woodsman of some type, yes? Am I wrong?" Azcadelia shifted her weight to one foot and leaned back, hands on hips and eyes focused on the boy. Her gaze could be intimidating to some - it was all accidental, it was just her mother's judging gaze feeding through her own eyes. "Would you care to aid me in a search for a weapon of the same styling? This is my first time at this store and it'd be mighty embarrassing if I were to go in there and not know an arrow from a bow." She chuckled at her own corny joke and to hide some of her own embarrassment from the foolish question. She could have asked in a nicer way, not as blunt as she did but it was hard to do. It wasn't her to ask nicely or soften her question so it would be received better. She'd much rather send the question out, blunt or not - hoping they didn't take it that way - and wait for a response. Regardless she cut her thoughts short and flashed her signature smile - teeth rimmed with the bright redness of her lipstick.

OOCIt's alright, I don't think I'm too good at this anyway so it's a fair playing field, hehe

[Xiulachu Falliron]

Xiulachu Falliron Xiulachu had always been one to control his emotions to a point that he would seem emotionless to any who had known him but the feeling of actually holding a conversation with someone. Though he had at the moment tried his best to keep his face blank he couldn’t help but look curious when the mysterious fiery red haired girl commented on Syliras. Even with his limited knowledge on human humor Xiulachu seemed to pick up on the sarcasm that followed the statement the red haired woman said. Even now Xiulachu had a steady trail of smells following him no matter how hard he tried to block out the smells, the sharp smell of sweat and the blunt smell of waste. Even without his slightly enhanced sense of smell Xiulachu bet he could still smell the city in its entire foul odor. Though the woman had noticed his crossbow before Xiulachu was able to hide it he thought it trivial that one woman such as the one standing in front of him would give him any trouble that he might expect from a common street thug and even gave a thought to helping her possibly pick out a bow for herself if she might have asked, though he doubted if she could even use a bow. With such an intimidating stare that could only be matched by the greatest of swordsmen Xiulachu couldn't help but feel like he was being talked down to like a common peasant. As if the woman had read his mind she clearly asked him for his assistance in finding a suitable bow and even mentioned she had no knowledge on such weapons. Though this comment gave him a small amount of confidence Xiulachu still felt like a child in front of a glaring mother, which seemed to even comfort him in ways he never thought possible. Though Xiulachu hated speaking the language of the humans he still managed to have grand conversations that could only be matched by the sort of gossip that would happen in a tavern yet he only gestured with his hands to the door in invitation that he would help her in buying her own bow, or crossbow if it was preferable to her. OOCWell than we can rp together to the best of our ability.

[Azcadelia]

Azcadelia Rosan

Azcadelia smiled as the young man extended his arm towards the doors of The Feathered Shaft. It was a gesture of helping showing that he would aid her in her search for a ranged weapon. "Thank you, kind sir," she said as she brushed past him into the store.

Azcadelia placed a petite hand on the door's frame and pushed down her weight to force it open. The door opened with some fuss but opened nonetheless. Azcadelia's eyes took in the sights of countless bows and crossbows on shelves and on racks on the walls. In the far back were quivers and arrows of all kinds - bolts of the same variety. It was a sight that Azcadelia had never seen before. My gods, she thought to herself while her eyes adjusted to the dimness of the shop.

Immediately Azcadelia went towards the wall that held the smaller, hand crossbows fit for self-defense. She began browsing them slowly critiquing them as she passed. Even with her limited knowledge on crossbows and their workings she at least wanted to find one that was pretty to look at if she ever stopped using it as a weapon and more as an ornament for her home.

[Xiulachu Falliron]

Xiulachu Falliron With such a unique day as was this one Xiulachu was actually pretty happy at the moment, he was actually helping someone complete a task that they would have a difficult time at completing whilst on their own and though the feeling was foreign to him, Xiulachu still felt as though he wanted to feel this feeling more than anything in the world; yet he knew that all good things come to an end. When the fiery red haired woman took only moments to get the message that Xiulachu would help her; Xiulachu stood in place for many moments in a trance-like state that ended only to a bell ringing in the distance. So late a time it was that Xiulachu almost felt a bit of regret in helping the woman due to his utter hatred of nights in such a city as Syliras. The drunks and thieves seemed to appear out of nowhere when the shadows took over the city and Xiulachu had no real love of having to fight his way out of such a large city. The mere moments that it took for Xiulachu to day-dream as he was felt like many minutes to him and when he was startled by the bell he immediately realized that he should be in the store with the red haired woman that had needed his assistance in finding a suitable bow to buy. The transformation from the semi-bright evening to the dark store of the Feathered Shaft felt like walking into a cave that was pitched dark yet due to Xiulachus special eyes he was able to see every detail that the store had to offer and such a grand display of the various weapons could not be grander save for the barracks that the Syliran Knights kept. Bows in all shapes and sizes followed by crossbows that ranged from large ballista’s to hand held crossbows that were so tiny you could conceal them under a robe with no noticeability. With such a large collection of weapons, that were arrayed in such a fashion that would show the potential buys every single detail, Xiulachu had to feel sorry for those citizens that knew little to nothing about bows that they would try to buy one from such a place as this that seemed to be more expert friendly than novice. Though he noticed that the woman had gone over to the small handheld crossbows that were stationed out at the side of the store, Xiulachu wondered if such a woman was suitable for a weapon such as a crossbow, though those thoughts were quickly thrown out as he saw that the woman was looking among the crossbows in a fashion that seemed to point towards her actually having a type of crossbow in mind already and left Xiulachu wondering why she needed his help. Do you have a crossbow in mind for purchase or would you like help choosing one? Xiulachu spoke softly as he deftly made his way to stand just behind where the woman was observing the many crossbows that would each have to be put under a scrutinizing eye before buying them.

[Azcadelia]

Azcadelia Rosan

Azcadelia hadn't heard the man at first who had sneakily made his way beside her. She was far to busy and intrigued with the crossbows. There were so many shades of wood, so many different metals, so many different designs. It was hard to choose. Though, Azcadelia had her mind set on what she wanted. Knowing her father to have a crossbow that strapped along the backside of his hand that was semi-automatic - he had crafted himself and had enchanted by her mother - she drew inspiration from that image in her life. "Something small, you know, something that one can place over or in their hand. Like so," she said, gesturing with her hand how the crossbow would look in her hand.

"Like those!" she exclaimed, her eye catching a glimpse of smaller crossbows on a shelf nearby. She ran to it with a child like glee. Imminently she picked up one she liked. It was one of light, nearly white, wood, embroidered with an wonderful let mild design. It had a pale string and an almost golden leather on the wood of the shooting edge. "This is a wonderful crossbow," she cooed, picking it up from its place on the shelf. "What do you think," she whispered to the man, holding it out for him to examine.

[Xiulachu Falliron]

Xiulachu Falliron Though he hardly considered himself a master at crossbow or any sort of knowledge past the one he carried now, it was still his duty to help the girl choose her own, though he doubted that she really needed his help after finding one that she seemed suitable with. When he inspected the crossbow that Azcadelia help up before him, Xiulachu noticed that the crossbow was actually a really good piece that would be just as durable and strong as the one that Xiulachu now possessed. that looks really nice, I would have recommended it to you if you hadn't of already found it on your own. Though he meant every word he said he still saw that there were many other crossbows that would be just as good as the one that Azcadelia now held, though Xiulachu thought it best for her to pick the one she really wanted and it was up to Xiulachu to give her advice on the many different crossbows. If you really want that one I would advice you look around first at everything just in case you found a better crossbow that would more support your style. Though that would looks like it would be the best one for you. Xiulachu said as he looked around the room at all the crossbows that he could see.

[Azcadelia]

Azcadelia Rosan

Azcadelia looked up from her intense study of the crossbow to her rugged man before her. His voice was soothing when it complimented her choice and it only made her even more confident in her decision. "Say, how much do you think it is? I'm a bit short on mizas at the moment. Haven't gotten a job in a long while. No one's been looking for intrigue services, sadly," she said, running a hand down the string that laid lax on the bow. "And, I do agree. It is best to start small. Nothing too complicated I should learn to use this before I do anything else."