17th day of winter, 512 AV
After thinking deeply in his cottage, Laioath thinks he needs a more physical defence, that didn’t involve his glyph inscribed dolls. The only ‘proper’ weapon he has is a tiny knife, which is about half the size of his forearm. Although it’s a weapon, Laioath uses it as a tool. He uses it to sharpen the nibs of his quills, and to whittle away mindlessly at a blocks of wood. Since the knife is his only non-magical defence, he’s extremely vulnerable if he’s ill prepared for a situation. So he decided to go shopping for a new weapon, a bow and arrow.
As Laioath exits his house, he looks up at the sky. The sky was slightly cloudy, but the blue in the sky remains dominate. “No chance for rain today. Right, Earnis” He says to his human-like companion. He closes the door, and locks it before turning around and advancing towards the market area of Zeltiva. Along the way, he thought to himself how much a bow would cost. He pictures all of the people so far he’s seen with bows, he could see many. “Maybe it cost around about ten gold miza?” he thought aloud. He’s not willing to spend a lot because he’s a little strapped for cash. He wonders if arrows would be thrown in if he bought the bow. He continues walking, deep in thought, to the markets.
Arriving at the markets, Laioath looks around for a cheap shop, a shop that sold a wide variety of items and equipment. Looking left and right, searching for a shop, he finds nothing but food and clothing stores. Laioath rarely goes to the market new equipment, normally he’d to purchase food and restock items such as parchment, ink and occasion quills. Laioath found a store that met his criteria, the general store. The store carried a variety of items and gear, and the items within look cheap. Laioath walks into the store, but oddly enough no one was in.
Since no one was in, he decides to look around for a bow. Looking around I immediately spots a composite bow mounted on the wall. He walks towards the bow in awe. A Man walks into the room, entering from a doorway behind the counter. He spots Laioath looking at the bow. “Seventy-five gold miza, and to can take it” the man said, startling Laioath. Laioath looks at the man for a moment, then back at the bow.
“Seventy five, that’s a bit much for a bow?” Laioath said.
“That’s a composite bow, and a well-made one. The price is fair. If you want a cheaper bow, I have one at the back for thirty gold miza, are you interesting in it?”
“Thirty?! That’s a far out of my spending range… I can only spend ten gold miza on a distance weapon.” Laioath said with disappointment.
The man furrows his brows, thinking what he has in his store for ten gold miza. The man soon exhales as if he thought of something. He ducks under the counter. Laioath listens to the rummaging from where he stood. The man stands back up from the counter holding ten daggers in his arms.
“Take a look at these. These are throwing daggers, lighter that ordinary ones so they can be thrown with ease. They’re one gold miza each.” The man says as he lines up the daggers along the counter.
Laioath walks to the counter to get a better look. He looks at the dagger, and then picks one up. It’s true, it is light. The dagger weighed as much as a medium block of wood. The daggers are sharp, and somewhat thin. Laioath’s mind automatically made his decision.
“I’ll take it” Laioath says, handing the coins over the coins.
As he leaves the store, the man gives him directions to try out the new weapons.
Following the directions of the man, Laioath found himself at an opened area. There were a small amount of trees there. Pulling the daggers from his bag, he adopts a combat position. He attempts to hold the dagger in a throwing grip, but isn’t too sure how. He fist hold the dagger but the handle, pinching it with his thumb and index. He aims at a tree, curving his arm back. He throws the knife with tremendous amounts of force, but the dagger stabs into the ground a few feet ahead of him. Laioath drops his head in disappointment, and walks toward the dagger of failure. He picks it up and continues throwing, changes his grip each throw.
After thinking deeply in his cottage, Laioath thinks he needs a more physical defence, that didn’t involve his glyph inscribed dolls. The only ‘proper’ weapon he has is a tiny knife, which is about half the size of his forearm. Although it’s a weapon, Laioath uses it as a tool. He uses it to sharpen the nibs of his quills, and to whittle away mindlessly at a blocks of wood. Since the knife is his only non-magical defence, he’s extremely vulnerable if he’s ill prepared for a situation. So he decided to go shopping for a new weapon, a bow and arrow.
As Laioath exits his house, he looks up at the sky. The sky was slightly cloudy, but the blue in the sky remains dominate. “No chance for rain today. Right, Earnis” He says to his human-like companion. He closes the door, and locks it before turning around and advancing towards the market area of Zeltiva. Along the way, he thought to himself how much a bow would cost. He pictures all of the people so far he’s seen with bows, he could see many. “Maybe it cost around about ten gold miza?” he thought aloud. He’s not willing to spend a lot because he’s a little strapped for cash. He wonders if arrows would be thrown in if he bought the bow. He continues walking, deep in thought, to the markets.
Arriving at the markets, Laioath looks around for a cheap shop, a shop that sold a wide variety of items and equipment. Looking left and right, searching for a shop, he finds nothing but food and clothing stores. Laioath rarely goes to the market new equipment, normally he’d to purchase food and restock items such as parchment, ink and occasion quills. Laioath found a store that met his criteria, the general store. The store carried a variety of items and gear, and the items within look cheap. Laioath walks into the store, but oddly enough no one was in.
Since no one was in, he decides to look around for a bow. Looking around I immediately spots a composite bow mounted on the wall. He walks towards the bow in awe. A Man walks into the room, entering from a doorway behind the counter. He spots Laioath looking at the bow. “Seventy-five gold miza, and to can take it” the man said, startling Laioath. Laioath looks at the man for a moment, then back at the bow.
“Seventy five, that’s a bit much for a bow?” Laioath said.
“That’s a composite bow, and a well-made one. The price is fair. If you want a cheaper bow, I have one at the back for thirty gold miza, are you interesting in it?”
“Thirty?! That’s a far out of my spending range… I can only spend ten gold miza on a distance weapon.” Laioath said with disappointment.
The man furrows his brows, thinking what he has in his store for ten gold miza. The man soon exhales as if he thought of something. He ducks under the counter. Laioath listens to the rummaging from where he stood. The man stands back up from the counter holding ten daggers in his arms.
“Take a look at these. These are throwing daggers, lighter that ordinary ones so they can be thrown with ease. They’re one gold miza each.” The man says as he lines up the daggers along the counter.
Laioath walks to the counter to get a better look. He looks at the dagger, and then picks one up. It’s true, it is light. The dagger weighed as much as a medium block of wood. The daggers are sharp, and somewhat thin. Laioath’s mind automatically made his decision.
“I’ll take it” Laioath says, handing the coins over the coins.
As he leaves the store, the man gives him directions to try out the new weapons.
Following the directions of the man, Laioath found himself at an opened area. There were a small amount of trees there. Pulling the daggers from his bag, he adopts a combat position. He attempts to hold the dagger in a throwing grip, but isn’t too sure how. He fist hold the dagger but the handle, pinching it with his thumb and index. He aims at a tree, curving his arm back. He throws the knife with tremendous amounts of force, but the dagger stabs into the ground a few feet ahead of him. Laioath drops his head in disappointment, and walks toward the dagger of failure. He picks it up and continues throwing, changes his grip each throw.
