Norgeth 1113 Share Posted February 7 A COSMIC BUSINESS DEAL [!] Do not metagame this Arcane Displacement Adventure Tirsbeisuchel | The Grand Markets | Trade, The Flow of Goods, & Uncountable Wealth A strange plane of endless markets and bazaars, selling all manner of goods and spices in a seemingly infinite variety. The denizens of this far-flung world were of what seems to be extremely varied origin and ethnicity, them all claiming to have come to the great markets to sell and gain fortunes beyond imagination. Ruled by an eccentric merchant lord whose name is often spoken in reverence throughout the sprawling tents and shops that make up the world of commerce and trade. “That one, that one right there” said the ambitious Raev trader, pointing toward the night skies, toward a singular star gleaming in the darkness. “Aye? Oi’ll goh tahre tis evening” spoke Xob, nodding as he waddled off with a salute, moving back to base, preparing for his trip across unknowable distances and dangers. A countdown began, various sirens and loud alarms being sounded as it slowly counted down to zero. Xob stood within a circle of salt, chanting under his beard as he placed a glass helmet overtop his head, sealing to the rest of his armour with a POP, various mechanical locks and mechanisms keeping it firmly in place as the tiny gnome began to shimmer and sparkle, multicoloured sparks flying around his wavering form as he then seemed to simply vanish in a chaotic burst of energy. . . The Captain flew across the cosmos, seeing all manner of worlds and dimensions pass by in a blink of the eye, some prosperous, some collapsing and dead. The trip of unknowable and truly not for the sane of mind, the little Hypernaut eventually appearing with a small explosion of esoteric energy within a secluded alleyway. Xob looked around, waddled out of the cramped corner to see a bustling marketplace, filled with stalls and shops as far as the eye could see. . . Xob began to explore the mostly peaceful land of trade and commerce, eventually finding a large shop filled with the smell of spices and herbs unknown to descendant-kind, he entered with a jingle of the doorbell, the small explorer nodding toward the merchant who stood at the front counter. “Elloh! Oi’d loike toh buy. . .” Xob pointed toward a collection of tins and spice-jars, the Hypernaut taking out a coin purse filled with what meagre money he brought along. “Ah! Welcome! Welcome!” said the merchant from Hyperspace, appearing mostly akin to a human as he looked toward the jars that Xob pointed out “Four Hundred Units” he said bluntly. Xob shook his head “Oi nae ‘ave taht much, but maybeh yer will beh interested en ah trade?” spoke the gnome, pouring out four mina into his hand, showing them to the merchant with a nod. The Hyperspacial Merchant looked toward the mina in awe “I, I have never seen such a currency!” he exclaimed, giving the chosen spices and products to Xob in exchange for what was surely to be mundane in most mortal minds. Xob left the shop with a smile, harmless yet interesting goods in his backpack as he traveled back to that secluded alleyway. . . He drew forth another salt circle and began his ritual, appearing back in the Hypernaut Base soon afterwards. “Ehehehe! Ah good day fer business!” said the little gnome, smiling as he put away his armour, going back to the streets for another, more material adventure. 7 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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