- Genres
- Fantasy Romance, Scifi
The night is was just beginning. For most this meant that the taverns were filled with people and the ale was flowing like water from its tap. The denizens of the Castle Town were all ready to lose themselves in the luxury of booze (and some bosom) as the nightly festivities began. Outside of the Cranky Fool, in an alleyway that sat adjacent to it, a certain young man was setting up a shop of sorts. He had spent the better part of the week spreading rumors of a strange merchant who sells wares of great mystery. He had heard all sorts of strange fantasies spawn from this simple lie. The best part about deceiving other was watching that simple lie grow and grow into a massive story regaling the tale a dark and mysterious being who grants power unimaginable.
He had set his items. All of them beyond mundane. There was a cracked ceramic bowl, a red-dyed raven's feather, a vial filled with a strange green liquid, and many other strange knick-knacks of no particular value . He had used his magic to disguise his appearance, leaving only deep set red eye glowing in a face obscured entirely by darkness. He kept himself hidden in the dark alley, making full use of his knowledge of the arcane. As the night wore on and he watched the drunkards stumble out of the tavern, he picked his targets carefully. Usually it was those who were alone and very drunk. He typically didn't sell much to them, usually settling for false charms for a few gold pieces, but those who had cash on them were always easy to spy. A simply gust of wind and a ghostly whisper that beckoned them to good fortune would lead them to his hidden stall.
This was a scam he had run many times in many different cities, and for one reason or another the citizens here in the Castle Town were by far the most gullible. As he finished up with another rich idiot as he watched him walk off muttering to himself about how he would finally claim the heart of his beloved Anne Marie, he was ready to close up shop and call it quits. He stuffed his goods into a bag and watched them disappear. By the time he reached the vial, the bag was already too filled with gold and other things. Shrugging, he slipped it into his breast pocket before walking out of the alleyway, dropping the monstrous glamour that he had crafted for himself. As soon as he turned the corner, he slammed into someone. He didn't have time to see who he had impacted with, but he did have time to formulate another scheme. With a simple snap of his fingers, he forced the glass vial to break, causing it to spill its slimy green contents, and fill the air with a strange medicinal smell. He looked at the person who he had ran into for the first time. She was short. Too short to reach the vial in his chest actually, but that wouldn't be an issue. She looked gullible enough for certain.
"I'm so sorry for bumping you miss, I-"
He stopped and tapped the slimy substance leaking from his cloak. Then he reached his hand into his cloak and pull it out quickly with a cry of pain after cutting his finger on the shards of glass. He started speaking to himself in a panic.
"Oh no no no... I can't possibly afford another vial... This took a whole month of savings... Anise, I'm sorry, but it looks like you'll have to stay strong for now. Just hold on for another while. I'll make it up in a week I promise."
He turned back to the young girl, whose hair was long and black and eyes a deep blue.
"I'm sorry for bothering you..."
He started walking off dejectedly, hoping to tug at her heartstrings and get her sympathies to at least partially pay for a new vial of this false medicine he had crafted from mint leaves, pine needles, and swamp scum.
He had set his items. All of them beyond mundane. There was a cracked ceramic bowl, a red-dyed raven's feather, a vial filled with a strange green liquid, and many other strange knick-knacks of no particular value . He had used his magic to disguise his appearance, leaving only deep set red eye glowing in a face obscured entirely by darkness. He kept himself hidden in the dark alley, making full use of his knowledge of the arcane. As the night wore on and he watched the drunkards stumble out of the tavern, he picked his targets carefully. Usually it was those who were alone and very drunk. He typically didn't sell much to them, usually settling for false charms for a few gold pieces, but those who had cash on them were always easy to spy. A simply gust of wind and a ghostly whisper that beckoned them to good fortune would lead them to his hidden stall.
This was a scam he had run many times in many different cities, and for one reason or another the citizens here in the Castle Town were by far the most gullible. As he finished up with another rich idiot as he watched him walk off muttering to himself about how he would finally claim the heart of his beloved Anne Marie, he was ready to close up shop and call it quits. He stuffed his goods into a bag and watched them disappear. By the time he reached the vial, the bag was already too filled with gold and other things. Shrugging, he slipped it into his breast pocket before walking out of the alleyway, dropping the monstrous glamour that he had crafted for himself. As soon as he turned the corner, he slammed into someone. He didn't have time to see who he had impacted with, but he did have time to formulate another scheme. With a simple snap of his fingers, he forced the glass vial to break, causing it to spill its slimy green contents, and fill the air with a strange medicinal smell. He looked at the person who he had ran into for the first time. She was short. Too short to reach the vial in his chest actually, but that wouldn't be an issue. She looked gullible enough for certain.
"I'm so sorry for bumping you miss, I-"
He stopped and tapped the slimy substance leaking from his cloak. Then he reached his hand into his cloak and pull it out quickly with a cry of pain after cutting his finger on the shards of glass. He started speaking to himself in a panic.
"Oh no no no... I can't possibly afford another vial... This took a whole month of savings... Anise, I'm sorry, but it looks like you'll have to stay strong for now. Just hold on for another while. I'll make it up in a week I promise."
He turned back to the young girl, whose hair was long and black and eyes a deep blue.
"I'm sorry for bothering you..."
He started walking off dejectedly, hoping to tug at her heartstrings and get her sympathies to at least partially pay for a new vial of this false medicine he had crafted from mint leaves, pine needles, and swamp scum.