Selling An Odd Sword...

[Guest Grey]

Drake slowly approaches the gates of Abresi, as he quickly walks up the stone stairs to get there, he goes to take a seat on the wet and cold stone near the fountain, shivering a bit, as he slowly unsheaths a blade; holding it up and shouting at the top of his lungs

 

 

"I'll be selling this blade for whoever pays me the most !"

 

 

You can notice it is not a normal blade, upon closer inspection, you find it is forged by none of the races, and so, the bid begins.

 

 

[Slic3man 484]

A man in a hood could be seen approaching, raising a hand as he makes the first bid, placing a note in front of the person. It would read, "150."

[Guest Grey]

Drake picks it up, smiling

 

"HIghest bidder is now 150 minas, can anyone do any better ?!"

[Slic3man 484]

Looks around for a moment, then back to the man. He would watch over him from beneath the shadows of his hood with a slight nod.

[The Fact Core 511]

Vangron starts to laugh at the bid and screams. "200!"

[Slic3man 484]

He takes another note out from his robes, running his quill over it before hanging it to the man. It would read, "230."

[Guest Grey]

Drake chuckles, speaking with a monotone voice

 

"This bidding will end in an elven day, so come place your bids, highest bid is 230 minas right now."

[Danos 3]

*Danos goes to see whats going on*

 

He bids 300 mina

[__WaterFox__ 636]

Alirya mummbles before shouting out, "380!"

[The Fact Core 511]

500~

[Mucky 443]

A dwarf wearing leather trench coat and an Iron Mask of Dungrimm, emerges from the shadows noticing the bidding taking place, his eyes lock onto the blade.

 

Olaf shouts out. "THUSAN' MINAH!"

[Slic3man 484]

He would shrug and walk away, not caring for such a blade too much. He was glad to see the over-bidding as he moved along.

[3VN 136]

((^Dave Hester))

[spqrSancus 175]

Hunter passes by as this happens, albeit invisible. He looks down at his own black iron blade, but his, due to the necessity of gold in his work, has been gilded with gold along the blade, creating intricate black and gold designs on the sinister looking blade. He smiles and leaves.

[Cat Evocation 3728]

Vaclav passes by the man with the same sword in a holster on his back, He snickers as he passes.
 

"I own about six of these swords."