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Post by Treijim on Jan 30, 2007 7:53:47 GMT 9.5
"Mhmm. Well..." He looked towards the door. "I'm afraid you've been had by..." he leant in and whispered, "The Enemy. You see, his monsters are weak against silver. It's imbued with holy power by default. Silver weapons are their bane, much like it is that of a werewolf. I hope you have more silver nearby. From what I hear, He is getting quite close."
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Post by Oz on Jan 31, 2007 6:22:17 GMT 9.5
Stopping all movement, Georgio spoke so the words were between him and this man only.
"If you're about to bring a holy war into this village, I advise against it. However if you need outfitting for your little war, that's why I'm in business."
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Post by Treijim on Jan 31, 2007 21:30:31 GMT 9.5
Ignatius stayed still as a statue and smirked. "I don't fight. Worry not, young man. I would like your silver. Simple as that. [Stock market, anyone?] You DO have more, don't you? We'll need all of that stuff we can get -- no matter what form it's in. I'm willing to pay dearly for it."
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Post by Oz on Feb 1, 2007 7:27:10 GMT 9.5
Reaching over to his Bardiche, and quickly attaching it to his back. Georgio nodded to the door.
"Then were going for a walk. I have no more in stock in any shape or form, but theres a mine shaft not half a mile from here in the bog. I've got some friends there who still work it..."
He continued mumbling on about the mine as he left the building, and proceeded to announce his foundry closed via the flagpole. He trusted his visitor was following...
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Post by Treijim on Feb 1, 2007 18:12:40 GMT 9.5
Ignatius was indeed following quite closely, his gaze now fixed sternly ahead to the mountainside that sat north of Serten -- where he presumed the mine was. Everybody knew the mountains in North Tasif were a good place to find minerals, but many were led to believe silver is much more abundant. Since the silver mines began to ran dry, perhaps there was a new market amongst Georgio's friends.
"Do you remember anything about this huge man who visited you the other day? Any other pieces of information would be quite useful in helping me track him down..."
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Post by Oz on Feb 3, 2007 3:03:00 GMT 9.5
Looking half backwards, while plodding forward, Georgio only said:
"He was a giant man with red hair." He raised a finger and pointed to an awkward groove in the mountainside, like a balcony. "Incidentally, guessed where the mine is yet?"
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Post by Treijim on Feb 4, 2007 20:31:49 GMT 9.5
Ignatius threw a very quick glance up at the mountain and then looked back at the back of Georgio's head. He muttered something to himself as though a fly was bothering him.
"I imagine even this mine has quite limited resources," he said.
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Post by Oz on Feb 4, 2007 20:47:31 GMT 9.5
[Fast forwarding the journey a little...]
Within twenty minutes or so, the two had scaled the hillside, and stared down a semi-vertical cave. If one was to listen carefully, he could hear the agonisingly faint clang of mining gear against rock. Looking to a few trunks marked 'Out delivery' by the entrance, Georgio nodded to Ignatius, then to the trunks themselves.
"Lets see if they have anything for us, no?"
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Post by Treijim on Feb 9, 2007 7:01:54 GMT 9.5
Ignatius looked down at the trunks for a moment. He glanced into the mine, listening intently to the goings-on within.
"Why don't you check?" he asked suddenly. "I don't want to handle anything in the wrong manner."
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Post by Oz on Feb 9, 2007 7:15:41 GMT 9.5
Shrugging, and breaking a trunk to pieces by way of massive boot, Georgio thrusted the air in victory, as numerous pieces of shimmering clean silver lay. Each about the size of a normal mans fist, all pure and polished.
"A gold piece each friend. Shop is open now."
Georgio turned round to face Ignatius with the hope of a transaction.
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Post by Treijim on Feb 9, 2007 7:31:18 GMT 9.5
Ignatius was not standing where he was a moment ago, nor was he standing anywhere in the immediate area. Upon Georgio turning back to check the silver, he would have found it had also vanished -- all without a trace. There had been no sound, or sudden movement, or sparkles of magic. Ignatius and the silver was gone.
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Post by Oz on Feb 9, 2007 7:36:36 GMT 9.5
Shrugging, Georgio had no worries. It wasn't even his silver yet, it still belonged to the city of Lyte. There was a long process for proving it wasn't found at the mine (when it was).
The cowardly theif would have to worry about Imperial lynch squads, who were always watching the mine. Not to mention the miners, they would indeed be angry that their shipment had been made tax free. Although Georgio allowed himself a smile, as a crashing roar of fire somewhere in distance, proved his assumption.
The theif had also taken the 'security' device left by the mage who watched the mines.
Oh well, third degree burns couldn't really be that bad.
[You know, I expected a more climactic hump-tastic ending.]
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