Armor that surpasses them all

[Aryon 679]

*Whilst wandering across the Temple, you notice an Orc yelling at the top of his lungs, with a small crowd of 3-4 people below him. Intrigued, you listen in, startled by the deep tone of his voice.*

"Ug der, pinkiez, twiggehs, stoutz, abh Uruks! Tuday, mi am sellin' azh uf mi pryzed pozetionz! Mi am zellin', a zet ub Dimund Armur! Mi will zell tu da highezt bidder, abh diz byd endz in 2 hourz (Going until 8pm EST)! Da ztartin' pryce, iz 7,500 Minaz! Id iz zu expenzive, fur id am neyr impussible tu craft! Ztart bidden!"

( Translated to Common )

Hello there, Humans, Elves, Dwarves, and Orcs! Today, I am selling one of my prized posestions! I am seling, a set of Diamond Armor! I will sell it to the highest bidder, and this bid ends in two hours! The starting price, is 7,500 Minas! It is so expensive, for it is near impossible to craft! So, start bidding!

*Interested, you raise your arm, shouting out a small bid of coin...*

( Note that this ends at 8pm EST tomorrow.)

[lev 627]

Varrond, slyly approaches the Orc, seeing that he is unaware of him. Suddenly he pops up next to him, saying "I would give you 20,000 minas for the armour, if you just hand it to me, I'll go to the bank and collect my money!" He says in a fake re assuring tone, and with a smile on his face, which only draws attention to all of the scars on it.

[lev 627]

((Oh just to let you know, I am on holiday in Brussels until Wednesday evening which is when I will be able to get on. :/))

[Aryon 679]

*Korgak lets a small sneer out, as he looks at the man.*

"Unleh a fuul wud grak dat wub latz blah was truu."

[Bogrin 120]

Maethirion steps up to the Orc, raising his hand to accept the offer of 7,500.

[Eleatic 1033]

Jaehaeyrs looks to the note with some semblance of disdain, his head making a tilt. Before he makes a weary grumble, his hand reaching to his side, he picks out a small, sharpened charchol, before writing a fiegnt response underneath

"You can't make diamond armor, and if you could; It would shatter.

~Head monk Jaehaeyrs"

[sick of seeing things RP'd like this, please role play it as fortified armor, of iron. ^ ^]

[Peter Chivay 2494]

Henselt Chivay grins faintly, his large beard moving up in succession with his smile.

Behind him, stand four men, already armored in plate.

"8,000 mina." He states, in a harsh accent.

Glancing around for further offers.

[Muhammadan 181]

Alrain raises his hand, shouting "10,000 Minas!"