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| Peterosk Urbaness | May 30 2010, 08:14 PM Post #1 |
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Prince of Stronferth
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Peterosk rushed along the dirty streets, wearing an oversized brown cloak to conceal his identity from the commoners on the streets. Normally Peterosk would not have done anything to conceal his identity, but these were special circumstances. It was after dark in a bad part of town, and he was here for a purpose that would not be deemed acceptable. He was here to purchase a magic staff, and perhaps to see if he could find someone who would be able to teach him the art of magic. At some point Peterosk would have to tell his father of his desire to learn the arcane arts, but for now, Peterosk had decided to keep his desire to himself, and find out whether or not he even had a talent for it. Peterosk saw a sign hanging above a small alley. It read Beamrothe's Magical Instruments. In other words... Staffs, Spellbooks, and other magical paraphernalia. The Perfect Place. |
| Anubis | Jan 5 2011, 10:29 PM Post #2 |
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The Ass-Hatter
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Anubis idly sat around in the old magic shop. He didn't touch anything and was asked many times to leave, but the short human sort of just looked at the shop keeper and the man always shook his head and walked away in a huff. He got on his long, spindly legs and found what he was looking for in a mirror along a length of wall. He checked his appearance. A purple suit, a yellow vest and under shirt, complete with a purple and gold polka dotted bow tie, the upper half of his torso was only completed by his large, yellow tint round glasses and his large purple hat that had a green band encircling its base. His purple pants were straight and pressed and his golden shoes shinned purple in just the right light. "Dashing, old sport, dashing." He adjusted his bow tie and checked his teeth for stray food or anything else foul that could be there. He took a quick look in the past and future, nothing but a brief glance out the doors, and noticed the somewhat concealed figure quickly moving towards the building. Or perhaps he would move right past. Who knew? He returned the his seat and did what he did best. Nothing. Edited by Anubis, Jan 21 2011, 10:21 PM.
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