Magic Marker/saved posts
Topic: Duskruin Arena
Message #: 11447
Author: GS4-TIVVY
Date: 1/27/2020
Subject: Make Your Mark - A Duskruin teaser
The guttering of candles betrayed the silent entrance of the man in black, the disturbance of the air setting their light aflicker just slightly, but enough to disturb the concentration of the sylvan man making exacting notations on a vellum sheet placed on the table in front of him. He turned. "Did you procure a suitable location for her?" the sylvan queried. "Yes. She seemed pleased with it, for the most part. There are only so many options available to rent in a backwater like Bloodriven, though, so she's overseeing some locals we hired to clean and do a little upkeep on the place," came the reply. A look of amusement twisted the mouth of the other man momentarily. "She has very specific requirements, it would seem." He continued, "I don't envy you the task of keeping her happy."
The sylvan's expression remained impassive but the black-clad man thought he saw a twinkle in the glance shot his way before the studious mage wordlessly pushed his spectacles up and turned back to the table. He reached into a pocket and withdrew a ribbon-tied ebon velvet bag, and placed it on the surface. "Your compensation." The other man sauntered over and, with a movement so quick that an ill-timed blink would cause the viewer to miss it entirely, scooped up the bag and stashed it in his jacket before making his way to the exit. "You know where to find me when you have more work," he called over his shoulder.
The mage turned back to his task, picked up a sharply honed burin with a rounded glowbark handle, and ran his thumb over the silver disk at its top, traveling slowly over the raised metal of the diamond shape that decorated it. His left hand reached for a small statue standing in neat formation with its numerous brethren on a nearby lectern, resting it on its side before touching the cutting face of the burin to its base and swiftly engraving a minute diamond upon it. The statue joined a phalanx of its now-identical kin on his worktable, which in turn stood next to a stack of aquamarine wands, each dotted with green paint, and a separate pile of blue crystals dotted with red. He turned the burin over in his hand, admiring its design, remarking to the empty room, "Her talents more than make up for her needs, my friend."
GM Tivvy
Quilic says, "You were totally right, by the way."