Mystery Bard

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@Ithradine

Valmond nodded as she made her request and turned to a long shelf behind him.

He began gently pushing aside and shifting numerous bottles and vials, until he came to a slim, green vial with a red label on it.
The label had a crude etching in charcoal on the front that was supposed to represent a coiled snake.
Beneath the etching, written in ink, it said Cliff Viper Venom.

Cliff Vipers were one of the most dangerous snakes that one could find in the mountains or on high peaks.
Their venom was very strong, a fast acting and potent nerve toxin. A very unpleasant affliction.

Valmond took the green vial from the shelf and placed it on on the counter next to the still open ledger.

He then reached over to a different shelf which was lined with small pouches and leather purse-like bags.
He grabbed one of the small pouches and pulled the drawstring, opening it and exposing the contents, thirteen Glyptis leaves, small oval shaped leaves with a web of "veins" scrawled across the top.

Valmond fastened the pouch bag shut and sat it next to the snake venom.

He had ignored her casual statement about the weather.

While he actually enjoyed gloomy and cold conditions, he wasn't one for small talk, and he didn't really care much for this young Vampire woman, regardless of how charming or ravishing she was.
He didn't like her joyous and seemingly chirpy nature, they weren't likings of his.

He looked at her squarely and said,"I presume that you have coin, I don't barter or trade. Twenty for the Glyptis leaves and sixty for the snake venom. This is a suitable type, yes?" He asked, typing the green bottle with his left index finger.

"If not, I have other types." He said, slightly jerking his head toward the shelf behind him.

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I'm afraid your high and delusional from the aroma of burning Hemp. *.* @LordofthePies

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I hope you don't mind that I made up names of numerous alchemy ingredients.

If so, I can edit my post.

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@Ithradine

Valmond stood silent as he listened to the Vampire woman explain herself, and was unable to hide the expression of surprise when she revealed her intentions.

The Elixir of Life? Why would she wish to have one? Vampires by all truth were immortal, a breed of "living dead", the Elixir of Life had little value to an immortal that Valmond knew of.

Granted it had been years since Valmond had last educated himself on the Elixir. He in fact had an old alchemy volume somewhere in the shop that contained an entire section on the Elixir of Life, but it's been well over a year since he last read from that book, and longer still since he had concerned himself with the Elixir of Life.

Valmond in fact had never even brewed it himself, for he never had all of the ingredients, and even if he had, he would have still been very wary of it.
It was by all account one of the most dangerous concoctions to attempt, bearing dire consequences if one were to botch the mixture.
Surely this woman knew that.
Although she did not really impress Valmond as master alchemist, or even an adept really.

But then again, looks can deceive.
He thought.

It mattered not though.
Valmond had no Phoenix feathers, nor did he on-the-spot know of any other nearby alchemists who might carry one.
So with this, he could not help her.

When she began questioning Valmond about any other items for sale he may have, specifically ingredients or poisons, he composed himself once again and responded.

"Well of course, I have a number of uncommon agents, and as for poisons you say, well, no shortage there either. Some of my more unique ingredients are Red Mountain Flowers, Marsh Fungal Pods, Scrin Root, White Cap Mushrooms, Tusk Meal, Glyptis Leaves, and I could continue still.

Now, as for poisons, I have a wide selection there as well.
A number of them are mixtures of snake venoms, spider venoms, insect venoms, and extracts of poisonous plants.

Is there any particular kind that you are interested in?"

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@Ithradine

Valmond Anthos lifted his gaze from the counter, away from the ledger that lay open before him.

He had been mentally running through this week's profits.
Business had been rather slow this week, even on days that the weather was not brooding over them.
Although not completely dead, the past few days' income did not compare closely to that of ten or so days ago.

Valmond credited this to a combination of a slow week as well as the unfriendly conditions.

Today alone he had hardly sold any valuable agents or high-profit brewings.

Yet now, here stood this snow white vixen of a woman, bearing an odd and interesting request.
In fact she made her request upon first entry, prior to introductions or any other dialogue.
This was a first sign to Valmond how critical her request could be.

A Phoenix feather, he thought, what could this vision want with such a rare and valuable component?

So far, much was clear to Valmond.
Firstly, her purse must run deep to request such an item with such a seemingly casual flair.

Secondly, she was a Vampire. This much was obvious to Valmond upon first setting his eyes on her.
Though he had never encountered one until now, he knew the signs of a Vampire.
The deathly pale skin and the glowing red eyes marked her as Vampier, and the fact that she lacked the ears of an Elf-folk was also notable, and finalized her race.

Valmond suddenly felt his heart very slightly increase to a slight thump in his chest. He knew what Vampires could do, he had heard stories of their powers and their nature.

Or perhaps it was...

Valmond mentally shook his head and stood up straighter, and spoke plainly and calmly.

"I am sorry madam, but a Phoenix feather is not something I carry in stock. Nor have I ever. Though I wish a did, such a lucrative agent would bring it's worthy weight in coin."

He paused only for a minute before asking,"May I inquire from the perspectives of a businessman and an accomplished alchemist as to why you seek such a thing?"

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I will have my response posted either later this morning or around high noon.

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Name: Valmond Anthos



Age: 31 Years Old

Race: Drow/Dark Elf

Country of Origin: A born and raised citizen of Volstryggr.

Occupation: An alchemist and practicer of the Arcane magics.
He runs a small but very profitable potions and herbs shop named The Black Cauldron. He sells a wife variety of potions and alchemy agents and ingredients. (If I broke any rules here or tampered with the layout of the Roleplay then I will gladly change/edit this.)

Background

Valmond

Valmond was raised in Volstryggr solely by his mother, who was an accomplished alchemist and was trained only basically in the Spiritual magics, specifically in the field of healing.
When Valmond turned twenty, his mother passed away from a severe sickness induced fever.
She was too weak to focus on saving herself, and Valmond had only the slimmest training in Magic at the time, and none of his potions or other brewings could draw her from her feverish state.
She would die in her sleep after two weeks of misery at the hands of her ailment.
Now alone and embittered, Valmond sold his mothers' shop and home and all that they owned and months later joined the Vindictus Arcane Institute.
Years passed by and Valmond spent nearly every moment of his time learning and practicing Magic, and he would also spend much of his free time learning alchemy and practing mixing potions, solutions, and other breweries.

Now, eleven years later, Valmond owns a successful business and lives in a decent home, and has not a care in the world.
On the negative end, Valmond is now still as alone and embittered as he was just over a decade ago, he has not a friend or caring person one in his life, and aside from business handlings and interactions, is quite reclusive and is locally known as a grim pariah.

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@rush99999 Shhhhhhhhh...

Looks alright to me. Does he have a specific element he is well versed in or does he have a general understanding of all of them?

@Ithradine

He specializes in flame based magic, i.e fire balls, walls of fire, flame currents, flame cloaking, and so forth.
Although he has basic understandings of other elements.
You could label him as "adept" in fire based magic and a "novice" in the other elements, with the most basic uses of them trained to himself.

Is that fair?

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Name: Valmond Anthos



Age: 31 Years Old

Race: Drow/Dark Elf

Country of Origin: A born and raised citizen of Volstryggr.

Occupation: An alchemist and practicer of the Arcane magics.
He runs a small but very profitable potions and herbs shop named The Black Cauldron. He sells a wife variety of potions and alchemy agents and ingredients. (If I broke any rules here or tampered with the layout of the Roleplay then I will gladly change/edit this.)

Background

Valmond

Valmond was raised in Volstryggr solely by his mother, who was an accomplished alchemist and was trained only basically in the Spiritual magics, specifically in the field of healing.
When Valmond turned twenty, his mother passed away from a severe sickness induced fever.
She was too weak to focus on saving herself, and Valmond had only the slimmest training in Magic at the time, and none of his potions or other brewings could draw her from her feverish state.
She would die in her sleep after two weeks of misery at the hands of her ailment.
Now alone and embittered, Valmond sold his mothers' shop and home and all that they owned and months later joined the Vindictus Arcane Institute.
Years passed by and Valmond spent nearly every moment of his time learning and practicing Magic, and he would also spend much of his free time learning alchemy and practing mixing potions, solutions, and other breweries.

Now, eleven years later, Valmond owns a successful business and lives in a decent home, and has not a care in the world.
On the negative end, Valmond is now still as alone and embittered as he was just over a decade ago, he has not a friend or caring person one in his life, and aside from business handlings and interactions, is quite reclusive and is locally known as a grim pariah.

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Im nearly done, I'm still adding critical details here and there though.

Although I encourage you to go on ahead and boot up the IC, as I don't like the idea of being the cause of others wait.