Carter

16Carter

As he strode through the halls of his manor house he could not help but admire what he was able to achieve through his planning and grit. Not born of the streets but from one of the merchant elite families he was destined for this role – however he decided that he did not like decided that he wouldn’t be a puppet for his parents game and he left. The memories of that day still haunted him, not in a bad way of course but it was one of the last times he felt like he had a true friend.

“Lord Carter, sir” a voice, one of the leaders of the gangs he managed rang from the door.

“Come in, tell me your news” he replied politely indicating to a chair in his waiting room.

The man tiptoed in, there was a reason Carter was the only merchant elite amongst those who ruled the streets and it fitted his nickname, The Gent. Sitting down he took of his hat and waited as Carter sat down opposite him.

“A report sir, Reds Wagon was found on bridge street, Red was no where to be found and his wagon was unguarded.” The man began, pausing to lick his lips and gulp nervously.

“Excellent news, what magic items, goods and other loot was returned. I cant emphasise enough how this will change the battles on the streets. With magical items and equipment we will rule without the need of bloodshed and even have a united front when we take the southern district and role Merchants Glen.” He said excitedly clasping the mans hand. His smile faded when the gang leader shed a tear and trembled.

“Sir, we found the wagon empty. It looked like someone else hit it before us. They must have been good as we lost a few of our guys to the traps and guardians of the wagon. Got to give it to Red, he knows his craft I don’t think we would have had got… there…” the man paused as he felt Carter drop his hand.

“Someone else got there before me. I don’t see how that’s possible as there isn’t a single crew out there that is bigger or more well kitted than us, it took us months to plan this heist. There is no one else out there who could have done this.. ” Carter sighed and stood up, walking to a window that overlooks the street and the dock, his dock. “Well, get your boys out there and bring in anyone who is suspicious. I will find my wagon”

“Yes sir, I will get my gang out there.” The man said standing and bowing his head.

“No, not just your gang. All of them.” said Carter, turning around and smiling “Don’t fail me on this”

The man practically tripped over himself as he ran out the door, he would not fail Carter in this.

The great food bazar

15GmFoSt

Despite the bitter cold that had set down across the Merchants Glen the exotic smells from the great food bazar had Grant’s mouth watering as he made his way back from the warehouse which was, so far, a dead-end in the wagon heist case. As he walked past the brightly decorated stalls he could not keep his eyes from wandering from the platters of meat that had been roasted, barbequed, fried or seared over a fire. Every stall a different cascade of flavours, colours, smells and sounds for his senses and the more he walked the more aware of his hunger he became.

“Grant, captain Grant!” a voice called from one such stall, this one selling a mixture of meat, vegetable and a wide variety of spices wrapped in a wheat dough that was wrapped into a log before being fried in a pan with butter, a lot of butter.

“Yousef, what can I assist you with?” Grant asked as he approached the man. Most people knew him and the reason he patrolled the streets alone, he was a one man force and even the street gangs feared him.

“I wanted to thank you for finding where my stolen spices had gotten to. Without you finding them I would not have been able to make this batch of bon-goblins” Yousef smiled and to emphasise his point he clacked the metal tongs together twice. “If its ok with you I’d like you to have the first of the batch” he said with a smile, reaching onto the plate with the bon-goblins and picking one of the golden fried parcels.

“I really can’t, not while on duty Youssef” Grant said raising his hands and backing away trying to dismiss the offer.

“You can’t always be on duty. Besides I can hear your tummy growling my friend. Go, take it. It’s the least I can do for Merchants Glen’s best watch captain.” he said with a knowing smile as he raised a single eyebrow. Youssef was a good man, honest and hard working. Grant didn’t doubt his character but didn’t want to be seen playing favourites or anything with one of market stall owners.

Sighing Grant stepped forward “Just one Youssef, I can’t take more than one” he said extending his hand.

*Clack clack* the metal tongs went as Youssef practically shook with giddy excitement “I have just the one” he said with more glee than what was appropriate as he swooped his hand down and plucked a single fat bon-goblin and placed it in Grants open hand.

Carefully taking a bit as the parcel was still hot Grant watched as Youssef looked onward with great interest. The wrapping was crunchy and rich yet light and airy, as the hot innards of the parcel entered his mouth the sweetness of the meat mixed with the blend of bitter and tangy spices while the extreme aromatics and chilli overtook his senses. The spices, sweet meat and the mix of vegetables created something that was truly delicious.

“This is great Youssef, you have outdone yourself” Grant said as he was finally able to swallow the hot mouthful he had taken. The man in front of him beamed with pride and bowed low, nearly setting his beard in the hot pan.

“Your praise is truly humbling. Are you sure you don’t want another?” he asked, clacking tongs already diving towards another parcel.

“No, no. The one will do. Next time I am off duty I will come get more” Grant promised, yet unsure if or when he would be actually off duty. Smiling and waving as he walked off he inhaled the last of the savoury spiced meal before moving to the next. It wasn’t long until Grant stumbled upon one the stalls he actually normally sought out. This one specialised in rolls, slightly stale just to be clear, that were laden with roast meats, a few vegetables and then smothered in a thick, rich gravy that seemed to soak into the bread to make it meal in its own right.

“The usual Grant” A pretty young woman asked, smiling as she finished with another customer, there were always customers here.

“Good afternoon Whitney, no thanks. Already had a bit to eat so will pass today..” he had barely got the words out of his mouth before Sparrow roused from his hood and all but jumped on the table. Several people around him looked with a mix of awe and fear at the odd scaled bird that he held in his hands. “Quit it Sparrow, damnit you choose the worst times to wake up from your nap” he exclaimed as he tried to grab an control the little creature.

“Good afternoon to you too Sparrow. Mean Grant doesn’t want any today so I am sorry little one” Whitney said in mock apology.

“Alright alright the usual!” Grant called as tiny little claws started to scratch his skip as Sparrow desperately tried to get to the food.

Within a minute or so Sparrow had half a role clutched in the claws on his short wings and was eagerly hunting for his favourite bits before he picked the bread apart piece by piece.

“Such an odd creature” Whitney mused leaning on the bench as the last of the customers left.

“Tell me about it, he seems to be having a rough day to. I think he is slipping” Grant mused as he bit into the roll, his stomach urging him to reconsider any more rich, dense food.

“That’s not like Sparrow. Nothing gets past his smell or his keen eyes. Maybe you just need to see it from his perspective?” Whitney said with a giggle as Sparrow finished his part of the roll and looked hungrily at Grants portion. Not wanting to end up with other cuts and scratches he resigned his roll to the bird-thing, to it and his stomach’s delight.

“Yeah well, it must be the cold. He always goes a bit sluggish and off his game when it’s cold.” Grant said with a sigh. Thanking Whitney he scooped up his companion and walked the last few blocks towards the Watch tower, where he and the other city guards spent most of their time when not out on patrol or responding to an incident.

As he walked through the door to his room he pondered what Whitney could have meant as he sat down to a mountain of unorganised notes and resigned himself to his fate.

Body for hire

15Kane

*thud* the meaty fist smashed into his bottom rib, the battered bone fracturing not for the first time in his life. Grunting he shot out his knee into the mans gut forcing the wind out of his lungs, taking this moment to bring the back of his fist across the man’s face as he gasped for breath. Not wanting to leave this opportunity unanswered he pushed forward with vicious kicks and punches, constantly aiming for the soft parts of the much larger man. Nearby other people were brawling, he watched as a man got stabbed in the eye with a short blade, grimacing he knew he had to wrap this up quickly as the multiple places he had been punched were starting to ache, bruises would definitely be there tomorrow. His broken rib was starting to throb nearly unbearably as he kept punching, nearly, he had a surprisingly high pain tolerance for someone his size. Launching another strike wide towards his opponents rib he faked the blow before bringing his elbow into the mans exposed jaw. The crunch of his elbow shattering jaw brought a smile to his lips especially when he saw the mans eyes flutter as he passed out.

Grabbing the bag he had dropped in the fight he began to run as quickly as his injuries allowed him to. As he passed people who, like him, who were not only fighting for their lives but for the stolen loot they carried,  he did not even spare them a a second thought to him as he ran past them.

“Each man to themselves Kane, that’s what we all agreed upon. Take the goods back to Carter and get paid enough to drink for a week.” He thought as he ran past the last of the assailants, having to jump onto barrels and crates to avoid the last few brawls. He soon realised his folly when he started to have to duck under ropes that held up clothes to dry above the street and the occasional sign for a building. As he jumped down and turned the corner he turned his head to make sure no one was pursuing him, he grinned like a madman as he saw, more or less, a empty street with no sign of someone chasing him. He turned the corner just in time for the sound of whirling cord swinging through the air before a taught weighted length of braided leather wrapped itself around his neck and three weighted sacks smacked him in the face. As he flailed and tried to break free if the bolas he could feel his consciousness fading as black boots stepped in front of his eyes and a glinting dagger came in not view.

“well, I can’t say it’s been a good run…” he thought to himself as he slipped into darkness.

Cold. Freezing. Cold, Freezing and wet! He brain exploded into thought as ice cold water splashed over his face and upper torso. Coughing and spluttering he looked around the warehouse he was sitting in. Large wooden rafters supported the massive ceiling, the warehouse was full of cows, pigs and sheep. The noise and smell over road his senses and dazed him.

“awake finally” a soft voice said from beside him, a small girl with leather armour and a green cloak stood next to him – a halfling, he was sure of it. “So here’s how it’s going to be. I’ll ask a question and you’ll tell me the answer and if I like what I hear then I’ll let you go and you can take your loot with you. I don’t like what I hear and you don’t leave and I keep your stuff. To make sure I like what I hear…” She trailed off as she finished drawing symbols on her temple and forehead with a white paint like substance. She placed down the smooth wooden length, a wand if Kane had ever seen one, she chanted before a flash of light and three glowing orbs circled her head.

Now Kane wasn’t someone to spook easily, never had shied from a fight before but there was one thing he truly feared, magic.

“now, and easy one. Your name?” The halfling asked as she picked up her wanted again, the orbs of light shifting colour slightly.

“Kane, I don’t have a last name. Nuffin fancy, just Kane” he mumbled.

The halfling nodded, “what are the items you stole?” She asked grabbing and opening the bag that he had fought hard for.

“Just shiny junk, I thought they would be worth a few silver” he lied, he only knew that Carter paid heavily for them and that they were extremely valuable and that man prized loyalty and secrecy above all else.

The halfling smirked “now what would Carter want with shiny junk, never mind that these are Astral Quarts and have been known to tear out the souls of people randomly” her smile was like a predator spying its prey. She grabbed a single silvery chunk of stone out which looked like any ordinary rock except this appeared to be made out of liquid silver.

Kane practically couldn’t get away from the halfling or the stone fast enough. He thrashed and flailed so much that the chair he was tied to tipped and fell onto its side. “Ok, I don’t know what it is. Just that he is paying fifty golf per stone. I want nuffin’ to do with it or you’re mind reading magic. Just let me go and I swear you don’t have to worry about me every again. I set on me life!” He shrieked as panic at in.

The halfling stood one foot onto the chair leg and smirked. “On one condition. You take me to Carters drop off point for these stones.” She said while smiling like a crocodile.

“deal” Kane said. As he said it the halfling clicked her fingers and the lights and white paint disappeared instantly.

“well, daylights wasting” she said as she cut his bonds up.

Sighing with relief Kane stood on shaking legs “what do you want with Carter anyway? Going against him is a deathwish.” He asked.

“Carter stole from me” she said, all Mirth gone from her face.

“what did he take miss, err” Kane asked rubbing his head where the bolas smacked his skull.

“Dis. Call me Dis,” she replied as she out the wand and a few other items into a bag with a face on it, a bag of holding Kane knew it to be, “Carter stole my life from me.” She said before standing in front of him, her pose, confidence and pure presence making him want to do as she asked.

“ok, stay a bit back and I’ll take you there boss” he said without thinking as he left the warehouse and tried to get his bearings.

“If you can help me stop Carter getting any more of these stones I can make sure you get paid more than a few handfuls of gold Kane.” Dis said as she stood behind him, her green hooded cloak pulled high.

“yes boss” he said, a smile coming to his face at the prospect of gold. “Well, out with one boss in with a new one. As long as the gold and grog’s good I’m easy” he thought as he walked into the street the prospect of a warm meal and good ale driving his steps forward.

Bowerbird

15BoBi

She stared hungrily at the plates of food piled high with roast meats, beads, cheeses, vegetables and fruits. As each portion of food was carefully cut and divided to those at the table the aromas of all the different foods mixed together into a swirling, intoxicating mix of euphoria that made her lightheaded and start to drool.

As the first of the food was cut into she could almost taste it, the sweet white meat was rich in flavour and dripping fats and a rich brown gravy. The potatoes are crispy and golden and the pumpkin was soft, creamy and slightly blackened in the outside which she knew only would increase the Natural sweetness. Well, she thought she knew.

As the feast was devoured the little halfling girl stood against the wall and waited to be called to clear the plates, hoping that there would be food left on the plates for her to taste some of the heavenly meal.

“well that was delicious Erin, simply wonderful” the lord of the house practically belched out after wiping the plate clean with a finger and slurping it down.

“Indeed Ruther, although I do believe I hate to much!” Erin cackled placing her knife and fork down on the table next yo the almost licked clean plate. “What about you Cartherius? Are you full my dear, you’ve hardly touched your plate”

Their son, Cartherius, shifted his gravy sodden food around the plate, a few bites in and having watched his parent’s gusto for consumption was enough to turn most people off their meal. “I.. I’m not hungry tonight. I had enough with the feast we had at lunch time” he replied carefully as he put his silver knife and fork down next to his plate.

His father, Lord Ruther, squinted his eyes, and looked narrowly at his son. “Very well. Maid, come clean this up and give the scraps to the hogs. I need them fattened up for the next feast where we will host Lord Austin and his family.” Ruther commanded, clapping his hands for full effect.

The quaint halfling girl scampered towards the table, a little cart for storing the plates and cutlery and a small bucket to scrape the scraps into, of which there wasn’t many. As she moved between place to place at the table the moved deftly and quietly as becoming to her race. When she retrieved Cartherius’s plate and scraps he smiled at her “Thank you Dee” he spoke to to her, softly with a warm smile. This caused his mother to cackle and his father to bellow forth with laughter.

“My boy, you do not need to thank the maid. It’s her duty to clean up for us. It’s just her lot in life. Your mother and I worked hard to get all of this, we could not just simply live off your grandfathers inheritance, no we had to do more..” he began. Cartherius tuned out as he watched the halfling girl, pretty despite her unkept appearance and position as house made, deftly and quickly clear the table and make off out of the room.

Dee scurried through the halls and down the stairs, careful not to tip and break a plate, cup or saucer as that would come out of her pay, and placed the crockery and cutlery in a basin ready to be filled with warm water from the hearth so that the grease would come off more easily. After pouring the water she ran off with the small bucket of scraps to the pigs where she would sit with the gentle giants that she had befriended.

As she fed the scraps to the pigs she would take choice bits of meat, or food that wasn’t evidently chewed on and would quickly wolf them down as to not be seen. She sighed with resignation to her fate as she cleaned off one greasy finger.

“I guess this is what Lord Ruther said. Just my lot in life. Though how I want more. I don’t want to wash plates and serve food for ever. I never want to have to sort through scraps so I can enjoy a feast.” Dee quickly spoke to the pigs, giving them a scratch behind their great big floppy ears. After a while she returned back inside to finish cleaning the dishes.

Some time passed and the seasons changed. The young halfling had grown into a young woman and had taken up the mantle of head maid who would look after the household, not just a scullery maid. During this time the relationship between Father, Mother and Son had deteriorated and her and Cartherius had grown to be close, almost friends.

“I can’t wait to get out of here. I am sick of fathers business and tired of mothers scheming. She wants me to marry Lord Austin’s daughter, Mary.” Cartherius spoke in hushed voices feeding the chickens casually with the maid.

“Well how I’ve seen it you’ve got two plans. One, marry Mary and make your father and mother proud and their business an wealth will flourish and so will yours. I mean that doesn’t sound bad. Mary is plain, but she isn’t half as daft as she looks yeah?” Dee said casually as she reached in and retrieve two eggs.

“Eurgh, hard pass. She’s as mean as father and schemes worse than mother. If I marry her my life will be over and I won’t ever be able to leave this city with all its shitty manors, it’s pompous oaths and those who look down upon all that aren’t who they invite over to dinner.” This, coupled with the look on his face that looked like he just ate a lemon whole, caused her to laugh. “What’s the other option?” Cartherius asked grinning.

“Well option two is much better. You become the maid and I will marry Mary.” she said, tapping her nose and giving her friend a wink. “That way I become filthy rich and your parents will throw you out for sinking so low as to become someone’s house maid.” Dee said, nodding as sagely as she could muster hiding her humour.

Cartherius laughed, hard, to the point he fell through the roof of the coop he was sitting on and the sound of smashing eggs and a very angry chicken could be heard. Her laugher joined his as she helped him out of the splintered wood and scattered straw. “Hey, you hate them just as much as I. Remember how they made sport out of killing those pigs you were so fond of? What barbarians.” Cartherius muttered as he dusted himself off.

She did remember and had not forgiven. She held no small amount of contempt for that family. “well then there is only option one then. Shall I prepare your suit now milord?” she teased as they walked back towards the house. Cartherius was quite in deep thought.

“There may be a third option. I will have to think on it though” he mentioned before entering the house first to go get changed as she head down to her room. She had dishes to wash.

During the following week the mood shifted in the house, Catherius was more courteous and polite to his parents who seemed to be overly receptive to his change of heart and attitude. It wasn’t until later that week that she found out that he had agreed to marry Mary.

Dee was confused but happy for her friend, she only wanted what was best for him and she was sure that what ever his plan was would end well for him. Not that he would ever admit it but he was more savvy and more cunning than both his parents combined. Late one night she woke to find Cartherius in her chamber.

“Shh Dee” he said squatting just inside the doorway rummaging through a sack.

“What are you doing?” Dee asked stretching and getting out of bed, her head level with his only for the time being whilst he knelt on the floor.

“Option three, well four but that’s not important.” he grinned as he reached into the sack again, the sound of metal clinking coming from within.

“What are you planning… The noises from that sack don’t sound like the makings of a smart plan.” Dee asked with morbid curiosity. Cartherius reached out grabbing her hands softly.

“I found out their plans, this last week I was plying them with information. They plan to overthrow the other merchant families, completely shut out their suppliers and run them out, dry. I also found out something Dee.. They have forced a deal to be brokered with the city, maids and house staff will become property of the estate all they need is the vote from the Austin’s and with my marriage with their family they brokered that arrangement. I’m so sorry Dee, when I found that out I couldn’t go ahead with the marriage, even if it was the plan to bankrupt both families and leave them in in the streets! ha!” he excitedly said as he grabbed a large pouch and held it to Dee. “They wont like what I have done, and they will blame you, well definitely me, but they wont be kind to you. This will give you a new life, a life you deserve.”

“This is too soon. What do you expect…” Dee was cut off by shouting, angry shouting.

Cartherius grimaced and closed the sack tight. “Quick. Out the back through the chicken pens.” he spoke in a hushed whisper before turning around “get some clothes on and grab what you can. I will meet you by the chickens.

“C. What. Don’t know.” Dee said.

“Trust me.” he said before running up the stairs.

In a matter of moments Dee had shoved everything she had cared about into a knapsack and was rushing up the stairs and out the back door, Cartherius just in front of him as they darted from barn or coop to the next. As they made it to the back of the fence where it opened up to the alleyway behind the manor they pushed the board carefully to the side and slipped through. They could hear the call for the city watch resonating through the buildings now.

“Cartherius, what do we do, where do we go.” She asked.

“Don’t fret Discordia, Dee. I haven’t led you terribly astray before have I?” He teased grinning as she put her hands on her hips and gave him the ‘you’re kidding me’ look. He grinned and slipped a ring of his finger before giving it to her. “For safe keeping, in case we get separated you can find me with that” he said. The heavy chunky bronze ring bore many cats eye motifs carved, or moulded, into the surface. Tucking it into a vest pocket of her tunic they stood and walked towards the entrance to the alley.

“I have some friends out by the market. We can stay there for a while.” He said as they started to walk casually down the ally. As he walked he pulled two cloaks from his sack, one moss green and small enough for a child, or halfling, the other was a faun brown and gilded on the edges. As he draped the cloak over Discordia’s shoulders and pulled his own cloak around his shoulders they strode down the road like nothing was the matter.

“Carth..” she began.

“That name must die in that alley Dee. A new life a new name. After this I can’t go back.” he turned his head towards her, his eyes cold and serious like steel glinting in a dark room.

“Well what do I call you then?” She said in a huff.

“Carter.” he said. “Call me Carter”

Cat and Mouse

15GrEs

“I’ve got a flight of green dragons, strength seven, five and three” Kane said smugly as he placed down the last of his his flight causing the other two, Locus & Jason, to sigh and throw down their hands. The scraping of coin across a wooden desk towards Kane.

“One of these days Kane I will beat you at three dragon Ante” Jason muttered as he drew more cards and placed one down to begin his next flight.

Across the warehouse a halfling secured the last of their hall carefully in hidden compartments under a cart topped with hay. As she tightened the last strap to stop anything from jingling as the cart moved she heard a light tapping at large double doors to the warehouse. Letting out a call like a barn own, not uncommon creatures in this part of town, the three other members of her crew scattered dampening laps and hiding any sign that they were there before moving into carefully selected hiding spots in the rafters. The halfling climbed into the top of the cart and buried herself under the coarse strands of hay that covered it. Moments before the door creaked open she wrapped her enchanted cloak around her fully and peered out a small section.

In the dim light by the dwindling moonlight she noticed a small bird like creature scamper in before disappearing into the shadows. Reaching her hand up away from her knife she formed an “o” with her thumb and index finger upon which sat a chunky ring that had cat like eyes carved into it. Immediately anything she viewed through the circle her fingers made was revealed as if she had darkvision.

It took her a moment to spot the creature across the warehouse but the soft tap tap tap of claws on wood revealed bipedal feathered bird like creature climbing up a beam into the rafters. Its head swung this way and that as if looking for something before jumping, and gliding down some distance to land next to the table where Jason, Kane and Locus were sitting. After a moment, and a bit of bread being taken from a plate that was left it scurried left and right as if searching the room for something other than food.

Curious, she thought as she watched the creature moving through the room. As she was about to break cover and go and capture the creature she noticed a pattern in how it was moving, it wasn’t aimlessly searching for food, it was deliberately appearing to move as such whilst honing in on the position of her three crew members. Reaching to her hip she grabbed a small hand crossbow and a bolt from the case. Raising it up and placing the bolt in her teeth she slowly pulled the string back and with a click it snapped into position.

The creature whipped its head towards the hay cart and with surprising speed darted towards the cart, shocked by the burst of speed and apparent aggression of the creature she barely had enough time to put the bolt into the crossbow before it disappeared under the wagon.

“Ahh shit” she heard from Kane as he dropped from the rafter with Jason and Locus, who was in her human form for a change, all of them drew weapons. Locus drew the darts she never parted with whilst Jason and Kane drew short curved sword.

Tap tap tap came from under the cart before she heard the sound of snapping leather. The creature had found the hidden compartments!

Jumping out of the wagon and summoning a orb of light, one of the few spells she had memorised at all times, she landed hard on he side and shot at the creature the moment it came into view. He landing scattered a basket of apples across the floor and helped to break her landing.

Twang! the bolt flew towards the creature who jumped and used its wings to latch onto the bottom of hte cart for a moment before climbing and darting out the open door.

“Well that will teach it. We wont see that little rat again” Kane said wiping his nose on his sleeve.

“I doubt that it will return, we best check the door is locked next time though” Jason said.

“Interesting. The bird like creature also appears to have scales as well” Locus said as she picked up a scale that shimmered with its iridescence in the halflings light.

Sighing she stood up and went over to pick her bolt from a strap of leather, had the creature positioned itself so to use the broken straps as a shield. This thing was smart, cunning and new what it was looking for. “We’ve been made. Time to move with plan B. Locus go to Laura and request the second set of items that we held in reserve. We will need to be gone by dawn.” she mentioned as all three of her crew snapped to attention and scurried around. Locus shifting form into a half elf, he cloak shifting to resemble a different style and colour as she moved out the door. Jason and Kane quickly packed all their belongings into sacks and started to pack up their make shift camp.

Who ever that creature belonged to was good and was on their trail she thought. Grabbing out the plans she had documented she quickly put them into a cauldron and with a snap of her fingers she caused the papers to start burning brightly before moving to the other items she would need to destroy before moving on. Stopping she picked up an apple and bit into it, still sweet and ripe she thought with a smirk.

“Well boys, we couldn’t have it too easy could we now?” she mused and she threw an apple to both of the men who we watching her with curiosity, neither of them would ever be able to work out how her mind worked or keep up with her but that’s what made her the leader of this crew and why they followed her to this city in the first place.

The Infiltrators Toolkit

15ITK

Zorban’s Animal Figurines

Zorban was an eccentric mage of moderate power. Shunned by his fellow wizards and sorcerers for his love of animals above human he found himself surrounded by a variety of mammals whom he shared his life and love of magic with. It was his love of animals, and his longevity being a half-elf, that sparked his fear of losing his companions so he dedicated his life into ensuring that the loss of ones closest companions would not be forgotten.

His creation was a series of Magical sandstone figurines that if you touch upon the form of a small mammal such as a cat, dog, rat, sheep, goat, pig, fox, etc. that figurine will form an exact copy, including memories, of the mammal it touched. When a command word is spoken the figurines will transform into that animal and will act very much so as if alive. This transformation lasts for a week before the animal sadly turns to dust. Several attempts at prolonging the life of these animals was made and the figurines can be found in Sandstone, Clay, Granite, Jet or Marble.

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The Three Fangs

The three fangs are darts that are always found in groups of three. Whether on a belt, a pouch or a box the number is never more or less than three. It is rumoured that these darts were formed by a triad who above all else desired the ability to remove their competition without drawing attention to them.

The darts are always drawn to be as a group, a representation of the triad that reportedly created them, and as such if the darts are thrown together at the same target the wielder of these weapons will find that the second and third dart strike more accurately if thrown after the first has struck.

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Vial of Smoke

The Vial of smoke contains a magical substance that when exposed to air will emit a plume of smoke that is enough to fill a 30ft cube or a 600ft tall and 10ft wide cylinder plume of smoke if the vial is broken outdoors in an area where there is no wind. The original inventor of such a magical substance was attempting to find a way to signal to people across vast distances of approaching danger however he quickly found that people wanted to buy his invention for novelty reasons instead.

Now the vial can be found in all manner of coloured smoke and any fragrance also. Rarely are two vials of smoke the same.

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Whittler

Wood Melter is a dagger which has been enchanted to cut through wood as if it was paper. The original creator of this magical item was a fanatical wood carver and wanted a way to make wood whittling easier and a more approachable hobby. Unfortunately thieves, burglars and worse found that this knife made breaking into unfortified buildings easy as a hit knife through butter.