Amon watched the strange creature for a moment , unsure how to react to his strange antics, but his attention was quickly grabbed as the bidding seemed to be starting, he wasn't to worried about the bard, Amon barely knew of him, and if he had yet to make a name for himself as a performer, Amon doubted he'd put up too much opposition. He did however start to worry as the pottery merchant chimed in. If one merchant started bidding, others stall owners may yet smell an opportunity, and it could quickly snowball from there. He sighed as he grabbed his hat back from the stall and donning it, winking at Rook before rising on his coils, putting himself a good foot above the others in the crowd and raising his hat to gain the merchants attention, adorning a false bravado, "Ha, I see her two coins and offer my five in their place," he yelled, making a bit of a spectacle of it. It was a bit of a cruel tactic he knew, jumping the offer like that, but he knew these bidding wars could go badly if you couldn't scare off the competition early.
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Honestly kinda confused as to what Hargh wants, only thing that comes to mind is he wants me to give him some money but Amon already did that.
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Interested and subbing, what kind of tech an magic is available
Real interested, but curious as to the other side of the belief side with negative thoughts and such, are you counting on the players making the effects, or are you gonna decide on them.
Amon nodded as he listened to the fidgety Tuljin, eyes widening slightly as he heard the names of legends dropped in relation to the map. He'd grown up listening to tales of Vito and Wilhelm when he had been bedstricken, and those tales had evolved to include those of their successors, the rogue and bard duo Ken and Mik. Yet even greater than their tales where those that came with the map they carried, the destination always said to be the same yet each time the brave seemed to come back champions. Why with such a find he could secure the family title with ease, never again having his siblings looking down on him, his father forced to acknowledge his prowess. His pulse quickened at the images flashing through his head. Hell, if such riches and bounties as the tales said were true, he wouldn't even need the families estates, he make a name of his own merits. "Even if it's not the real thing, what a shame to pass a chance to grab the thing of legends no," he finally responded, dreams and long buried hopes resurfacing at the chance to grab them himself.
Turning with excitement to try and get a closer look at the map, he flinched back as he came face to...hand...face of the little performer from earlier staring at him with a focus unnerved him, uncoiling a bit to give him a bit of distance from that stare, "I uh...I don't suppose I can help you little...fellow," he said, anxiety showing in his voice as he tried to discretely look around him to the map, his merchant's instincts urging him to try and get over there before he missed a chance to get a bargain, yet years of indoctrinated manners making it impossible to simply dismiss this creature.
Turning with excitement to try and get a closer look at the map, he flinched back as he came face to...hand...face of the little performer from earlier staring at him with a focus unnerved him, uncoiling a bit to give him a bit of distance from that stare, "I uh...I don't suppose I can help you little...fellow," he said, anxiety showing in his voice as he tried to discretely look around him to the map, his merchant's instincts urging him to try and get over there before he missed a chance to get a bargain, yet years of indoctrinated manners making it impossible to simply dismiss this creature.
Amon let out a sigh of relief as he escaped the smothering affections of his mother, just having narrowly avoided her attempts to set him up with some new doctor spouting the latest "Marvels of medicine." Despite knowing that she did it all with love in mind, Amon was glad to feel his scales beating a quick retreat across the streets towards his home away from home, soaking in the rays of the sun beating off his back waking him from his lethargy. He breathed deeply as he entered the marketplace, listening to the music of buisness, the sales men seeming to have already started the daily play, ever changing yet always constant.
One new merchant seemed to be gathering quite the crowd, though wether that was because of his item or his...sales pitch was to be determined, although the man certainly had theatrics down, the man's antics drawing a chuckle from Amon as he watched the show, still unsure just what was being sold.
As he tried to determine what was being sold, only being able to figure out it was a map to something, and an unholy price that made him cringe at the sloppy salesmanship, a new ruckus grabbed his attention, turning his head to see the strange creature banging away on on what looked like a pot next to Rook, a merchant he recognized from a few of the guild meetings, though he had barely made guild fees this year, but his stall seemed to be doing a bit buisness so maybe his luck had turned. He made his way over to the stall, tossing the strange hand creature a few coppers as he came by in the hopes that, if not stopping, he may yet beat the pot less enthusiastically.
Looking the selection over before grabbing one of the better looking veggies, tossing the short fellow a large gold coin for the item and coiling up beside him, gesturing towards the map merchant, " seems an awful lot of fuss for a piece of paper, what's got the pliable masses in a frenzy this time," he asked with a grin, hanging his hat off the corner of the stall as he absentmindedly bit into his recently purchased potato, grimacing at the taste of raw potato and discretely putting potato away.
One new merchant seemed to be gathering quite the crowd, though wether that was because of his item or his...sales pitch was to be determined, although the man certainly had theatrics down, the man's antics drawing a chuckle from Amon as he watched the show, still unsure just what was being sold.
As he tried to determine what was being sold, only being able to figure out it was a map to something, and an unholy price that made him cringe at the sloppy salesmanship, a new ruckus grabbed his attention, turning his head to see the strange creature banging away on on what looked like a pot next to Rook, a merchant he recognized from a few of the guild meetings, though he had barely made guild fees this year, but his stall seemed to be doing a bit buisness so maybe his luck had turned. He made his way over to the stall, tossing the strange hand creature a few coppers as he came by in the hopes that, if not stopping, he may yet beat the pot less enthusiastically.
Looking the selection over before grabbing one of the better looking veggies, tossing the short fellow a large gold coin for the item and coiling up beside him, gesturing towards the map merchant, " seems an awful lot of fuss for a piece of paper, what's got the pliable masses in a frenzy this time," he asked with a grin, hanging his hat off the corner of the stall as he absentmindedly bit into his recently purchased potato, grimacing at the taste of raw potato and discretely putting potato away.
Subbing gonna watch where this goes.
Name:Amon Shukal
Age: 23
Race: Naga
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Backstory: Amon comes from a noble family of merchants in Fireside, his father being the head of the merchant's guild there and controlling much of the flow of goods. Amon, sixteenth sibling of sixteen siblings, had been born weak and sick in body, and though he had quickly become stronger and healthy as he aged, his family had always treated him as some fragile youngling, his father looking at him with disdain for his perceived weakness and his mother coddling him, not even allowing him to leave the city. But with his father nearing old age, the time quickly approaches to name a successor, and Amon is keeping his eyes peeled for anything that may gain him favor.
Aspirations or Desires: Dreams of finding a treasure or relic that he can use to surpass his brothers and sisters in status, proving himself to be worthy of taking over the families merchant guild.
Skills prior to adventure: Is an excellent shopper, always able to spot a deal and willing to haggle till the sun goes down. This may lead him to buy things he doesn't need on the basis of pride. This also makes him a great salesman, able to talk up a product, although this has gotten him in trouble when the customers have realized they've been had.
Personality: A rather calm and patient fellow, gained from years of placating his easily excitable mother. Has a silver tongue that gets him into trouble about as often as it gets him out of it. Is touchy about anyone outside his family insinuating he is to weak to do something.
Age: 23
Race: Naga
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Backstory: Amon comes from a noble family of merchants in Fireside, his father being the head of the merchant's guild there and controlling much of the flow of goods. Amon, sixteenth sibling of sixteen siblings, had been born weak and sick in body, and though he had quickly become stronger and healthy as he aged, his family had always treated him as some fragile youngling, his father looking at him with disdain for his perceived weakness and his mother coddling him, not even allowing him to leave the city. But with his father nearing old age, the time quickly approaches to name a successor, and Amon is keeping his eyes peeled for anything that may gain him favor.
Aspirations or Desires: Dreams of finding a treasure or relic that he can use to surpass his brothers and sisters in status, proving himself to be worthy of taking over the families merchant guild.
Skills prior to adventure: Is an excellent shopper, always able to spot a deal and willing to haggle till the sun goes down. This may lead him to buy things he doesn't need on the basis of pride. This also makes him a great salesman, able to talk up a product, although this has gotten him in trouble when the customers have realized they've been had.
Personality: A rather calm and patient fellow, gained from years of placating his easily excitable mother. Has a silver tongue that gets him into trouble about as often as it gets him out of it. Is touchy about anyone outside his family insinuating he is to weak to do something.
Name:Amon Shukal
Age: 23
Race: Naga
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Backstory: Amon comes from a noble family of merchants in Fireside, his father being the head of the merchant's guild there and controlling much of the flow of goods. Amon, sixteenth sibling of sixteen siblings, had been born weak and sick in body, and though he had quickly become stronger and healthy as he aged, his family had always treated him as some fragile youngling, his father looking at him with disdain for his perceived weakness and his mother coddling him, not even allowing him to leave the city. But with his father nearing old age, the time quickly approaches to name a successor, and Amon is keeping his eyes peeled for anything that may gain him favor.
Aspirations or Desires: Dreams of finding a treasure or relic that he can use to surpass his brothers and sisters in status, proving himself to be worthy of taking over the families merchant guild.
Skills prior to adventure: Is an excellent shopper, always able to spot a deal and willing to haggle till the sun goes down. This may lead him to buy things he doesn't need on the basis of pride. This also makes him a great salesman, able to talk up a product, although this has gotten him in trouble when the customers have realized they've been had.
Personality: A rather calm and patient fellow, gained from years of placating his easily excitable mother. Has a silver tongue that gets him into trouble about as often as it gets him out of it. Is touchy about anyone outside his family insinuating he is to weak to do something.
Something I was wanting to add but wasn't sure would be ok, would either of you mind him being poisonous.
Age: 23
Race: Naga
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Backstory: Amon comes from a noble family of merchants in Fireside, his father being the head of the merchant's guild there and controlling much of the flow of goods. Amon, sixteenth sibling of sixteen siblings, had been born weak and sick in body, and though he had quickly become stronger and healthy as he aged, his family had always treated him as some fragile youngling, his father looking at him with disdain for his perceived weakness and his mother coddling him, not even allowing him to leave the city. But with his father nearing old age, the time quickly approaches to name a successor, and Amon is keeping his eyes peeled for anything that may gain him favor.
Aspirations or Desires: Dreams of finding a treasure or relic that he can use to surpass his brothers and sisters in status, proving himself to be worthy of taking over the families merchant guild.
Skills prior to adventure: Is an excellent shopper, always able to spot a deal and willing to haggle till the sun goes down. This may lead him to buy things he doesn't need on the basis of pride. This also makes him a great salesman, able to talk up a product, although this has gotten him in trouble when the customers have realized they've been had.
Personality: A rather calm and patient fellow, gained from years of placating his easily excitable mother. Has a silver tongue that gets him into trouble about as often as it gets him out of it. Is touchy about anyone outside his family insinuating he is to weak to do something.
Something I was wanting to add but wasn't sure would be ok, would either of you mind him being poisonous.
I'm in got a Naga merchant I've been trying to work into a rp for awhile now need to sleep but will get something up tomorrow.
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