Z'kron Kha'Serith
Well-known member
Scattered Ashes Arcane Warehouse (Vers)
After the closing down of the Width of a Circle Arcane Shoppe, with its Fae owner's ostracism, the Aedile was forced to let go on something they had been reluctant to in the past. The building was bought at a high price by a dark figure, mysterious in his intentions and untrustworthy on his looks. The shop wasn't changed at all; the same large two story building, of greyish stones, and on the form of an eight, with few dirty windows. The sign on the other was new, showing huge capital letters contrasting with the Scattered Ashes Arcane Warehouse blunt print, that from afar would merely read SAAW.
Upon entering, one would come in touch with the cold bare floor and the still air that lied within. Shelves at both sides held creepy looking ingredients and tools, mostly for show, as the real stuff was stored cautiously in the back, and some even secretively below, on the basement. The naked walls and the thin beams of sunlight struggling to get past the windows gave the place an eerie feeling, and the dark cloaked figure sitting atop white dusty cushions even more. The figure sat, one leg crossed in front of him, and the other bent over the first, while his hands met beneath floppy sleeves. His hooded face looked almost hollow, the shallow light only meeting it partially, shade and shape undistinguishable, though human, or elf, for the looks of it.
Without a move from his place of rest, the new shopkeep received his visitors, his timber cold and icy, like the frightening sound that came within places where sound hadn't been present for ages.
"I am Aeron Morthen. Name your request and it will be granted... for a price..."
OOC: This shop cannot be self-moderated.
OOC2: Orginally written by Nimh.
Reposted by Bahamut
After the closing down of the Width of a Circle Arcane Shoppe, with its Fae owner's ostracism, the Aedile was forced to let go on something they had been reluctant to in the past. The building was bought at a high price by a dark figure, mysterious in his intentions and untrustworthy on his looks. The shop wasn't changed at all; the same large two story building, of greyish stones, and on the form of an eight, with few dirty windows. The sign on the other was new, showing huge capital letters contrasting with the Scattered Ashes Arcane Warehouse blunt print, that from afar would merely read SAAW.
Upon entering, one would come in touch with the cold bare floor and the still air that lied within. Shelves at both sides held creepy looking ingredients and tools, mostly for show, as the real stuff was stored cautiously in the back, and some even secretively below, on the basement. The naked walls and the thin beams of sunlight struggling to get past the windows gave the place an eerie feeling, and the dark cloaked figure sitting atop white dusty cushions even more. The figure sat, one leg crossed in front of him, and the other bent over the first, while his hands met beneath floppy sleeves. His hooded face looked almost hollow, the shallow light only meeting it partially, shade and shape undistinguishable, though human, or elf, for the looks of it.
Without a move from his place of rest, the new shopkeep received his visitors, his timber cold and icy, like the frightening sound that came within places where sound hadn't been present for ages.
"I am Aeron Morthen. Name your request and it will be granted... for a price..."
OOC: This shop cannot be self-moderated.
OOC2: Orginally written by Nimh.
Reposted by Bahamut