J Silversmith

Little shop of curiosities

@FalkiThomasThe Inquisitor had to supress a giggle. Hundreds of puns where coming to his mind. -No, you're in a high position now, humor is for free time... But I'm offshore, nobody knows me here, no hold it together, you're also here to make first impressions for the Inquisition.- he thought. "So Mister True, you're asking the one thing every member of the Inquisition is asking themselves for centuries, where do they come from? If I could provide an answer for this question there would be no need for the inquisition, which creates a political drama on it's own. We are not only hunters but scientists aswell, since the first inquisitor rose they have been working to understand where the call comes from. The late inquisitor was close to an answer before he got assassinated. He believed that this call to destroy all humans in our city comes from our dreams. He used to say that we can only dream of faces we have met in the waking world, so where come the monsters from our nightmares from? Truly a question that lets me shrug." He opened his book and flipped the pages till he found the right passage. "Here: A hunter's duty is not only to slay, but to seek the truth, that is what makes us an inquisition. Old worlds, surely, but true words aswell." The inquisitor remembered when he first had to learn the seven rules of the hunt by heart, it was sure practical that he was allowed to keep the book.

"But something bothers me about what you have said, I am positive that some of the friendly examples of ,what we call nightbreed, fell victim to the so called witch trials. Trials wothout judges or defenders, just an angry jury and us executioners. This is why also I want to find the truth and make an end to those trials. The fire pit used to serve for sacrifices and festivities in the ancient times, I want to restore that instead of using it as a means of striking fear into the croud. ...fear..." The Inquisitor had to think for a short while. "It's ironic in how we fight fire with fire. The people are afraid of the nightbreed abd still we are striking even more fear into their hearts, by making them look even more suspicious. I dream of the day where we won't need the inquisition anymore, but there are many parties in it that would think the other way. For them the inquisition is just a means to power, and I bet they wouldn't give it up so easily."

Little shop of curiosities

The Inquisitor shook his head. "No, you misunderstand, I'm not a beast hunter anymore, I'm with the Inquisition. They have no interest in hunting..." He had to think of a word other than beast, monster or animal. "...such majestic creatures like you. We just want to free our city. A dark call has corrupted our people's minds. Foul creatures such as vampires and shapeshifters are trying to destroy our community from the inside by faking human faces. So you see, my prey pretends to be human, everything that is obviously... not, is not my enemy, Mister... Sorry I didn't catch your name earlier."

It was the first time the Inquisitor had to explain the concept of the Inquisition, in his home it just existed as a part of this world, like the wind, or the sky, everyone knew what is was and how it worked. It has been around for millennia. With the new Inquisitor, and the raise of demon-sightings, it would be a time of uncertainty, but still the Inquisition was part of the city like its stones and walls.

Little shop of curiosities

The Inquisitor wasn't able to say a word as he was staring at the unknown creature. After a while his mouth opened and he talked without a single stutter. "You can talk?" He pulled out a notebook and a feather starting to write. "What are you? Is this the biggest your kind can grow, or are there larger examples? If so, could people use you for keeping areal surveillance of a city? Can people ride you? How fast can you go? Would demon hunting be a problem for your kind? What do you eat?" From his book he took a metal rod that was hidden in thr back of it and expanded the rod by twisting it's end. Then he continued to talk like a waterfall. "Can you hold still? I want to mesure your wings. This is so exciting." It seemed like he had totally forgotten why he came here in the first place. But then his talking came to an sudden end as he was just standing there, holding his book and rod, realizing he just made a complete idiot of himself.

"I'm sorry. I used to study creatures, actually my former job as a beast hunter made it possible for me to join the inquisition. I hope I didn't hurt your feelings, it's just... just forget about it. You asked why I needed the quicksilver, right? Well, it's for the inquisition of course. I want to develop a new gadget for our hunters. But I still need to run some tests on some varieties of quicksilver. It will be for the Orchestra, the main core of the hunters. It should help them to kill them selves with less pain, and quicker." He paused as he didn't realize that what he said may be misunderstood. Then it came to his mind. "Oh, oh no, not like I want them to kill them selves. Dying is just a part of hunting. We all swore an oath that if we where turned we'd end it to not endager our comrades. And with the device I'm working on they should be able to take demons and other vermin with them as they die, without harming other hunters."

Little shop of curiosities

The stranger's tall but slim body moved as he stepped back a few inches and scratched the back of his head and smiled "Sorry, I'm sorry... I'll just wait here. He crossed his arms and looked up while tapping his foot. As he realized that he was looking directly at the knives he quickly turned his head in shock. "By the way, I-Im the Inquisitor, N-not that this title would mean a-anything here... But you can call me that if you want, my real name is hard to pronounce. No, n-not that you think I demand you to call me that, you're not an Eye, that's, you wouldn't understand... um... I'll just shut up now." He was saying with an accent that sounded a bit noble.

-Stupid! How should I lead a city If I can't even talk in public.- He thougt.
"Sorry again!"

Little shop of curiosities

"I've never been that far away from the citadel, or from the city in general." Slowly the red-hooded man approached the doorstep. "At least nobody knows me here, right?" His eyes wandered, observing the streets behind him, making sure he still was being watched. "You two can wait outside. Trust me it's better that way." He couldn't see his companions, but he was sure that they where still following him. "Not my first choice of shops, but I'm doing this for the people."

Qickly he opened the door and and stepped inside. As he was doing so the hood of his tattered red cape was blown back, revealing his face. A blue eye glared from underneath his wild medium-long blonde hair. The other eye was covered by a dragon-head shaped silver eyepatch that had no straps and seemed to be directly embedded within the eyehole. A burn-scar stretched from his left cheeck across the missing eye to his forehead. The thin mouth beneath his blonde mustache and above his chin beard didn't show any sign of a smile, nor a frown. He was wearing a black sleeveless leather vest with a white fur-collar. He wore a necklace with counless teeth on them, too pointy to be human, but too small for animal teeth and on his chest was something that looked like a crest or a medal showing a silver rose. His belt was covered with stakes made out of a shiny metal, probably silver.

But if someone would look at him they wouldn't see any of this on first sight. There was something on him that pulled attention on it, and it wasn't the tattoo of a wyrm on his right shoulder. No, it was his whole left arm. At first glance it looked like he was wearing armor, but it wouldn't take too long to see that his arm and hand where entirely mechanical. A complex construct of silver clockwork could be seen beneath the plates that held the arm together. On both wrists, mechanical or not, the stranger was wearing two little crossbows, while the right one was strapped on, the left one was carefully crafted into the mechanical hand.

The stranger took a look through the shop and had to shrug as his sight fell on some knives and swords. He shook his head to get the bad thoughts out of it. Then he placed one fist on his heart and did a short wave with the other without even looking to whom. "Sanguniem erit..." His voice was mature, the voice of a soldier or even a general. -You stupid moron- he thought to himself. -This is not the citadel, nobody will understand your gibberish, let's try that again- "Hello, do you sell quicksilver by any chance?"

Academy of Angels

@ineffable Nice, count me in!

Academy of Angels

Nephilim allowed too?

Little shop of curiosities

@FalkiThomas Nice! I'm really looking forward to this

Space Pirates?

I'm game, as long as my character can be a space-doctor

Silence is golden, but I am silver (J Silversmith)

@Tyler Night May I steal that quote?