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Post by Vythmiirik on Nov 3, 2021 18:48:23 GMT
<<At a stall in the Bazzar>>
Vythmirrik was busy setting out her stall, brightly coloured fabrics on bolts layered the area behind her, whilst smaller sections of cloth draped over the sides of her stall like many coloured flags waving in the breeze. On a stand to the side of smaller items such as scarves and handkerchiefs were displayed, as though dancing merrily in the air whenever people moved by. It's a decent sized stall and one she pays for dearly, but her business is good and she can afford it for now. There is chatter all around her and she enjoys the ambience, as much as the more cut-throat practices scare her.
The silver dragonborn circles around in front of her stall and eyes her clipboard with a critical gaze, before turning her stare on her stall. She hums slightly to herself before checking her notes again. Tail waving in slight agitation, she tilts her head in thought before throwing her head back with an annoyed huff. "Damnit" she sighs "where is he?" she had been hoping for one of her relatives to come and help her man the stall today, but alas it appears they have forgotten. She looks around once more, before quickly making sure her permit was in place for when the bazzar officials came by to check, thankfully it is there. So when inevitably the somewhat snooty head official comes to check she shows it to him and makes sure not to comment on his less than favourable attitude, she's never been fond of people who look down their nose at her; particularly not greedy bumpkins like him.
Once all is in order she steps back behind her stall and puts her clipboard in a safe space. Awaiting her first customers of the day.
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Post by sasco on Nov 4, 2021 5:16:55 GMT
Sasco lets off a big yawn as he makes his way through the crowd, groggily rubbing his darkened eyes and downing the rest of his coffee. He grunts in annoyance as he notices the crowds awaiting for the opening hours of their favorite stall. "Ancestors above, this city never sleeps does it?" Using his taller height to his advantage, he looks around to get a general idea of the layout. That is when the colorful flags catch his attention. "Hmmm, those scarves look comfortable. This one is getting raggy and probably making me look like an urchin." He shoulders his way through the bazzar and gives a slow nod towards the Dragonborn clerk, talking in his native Draconic language: "Greetings and fair morning to you, chain-sister. I am interested in one of your scarves. Wait a minute, you were at the bar a few days ago, were you not?"
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Post by Vythmiirik on Nov 4, 2021 20:29:59 GMT
Perking up at a customer, Vythmirrik walks over closer to her scarf stand, and nods speaking in her native draconic in turn "Greetings brother! It is nice to see you here on this fine day! I'd be pleased to sell you one of my scarves, they're all woven by myself and if I do not have something you like, I do take commissions?" she paused for a moment as she registered the second half of what the other dragonborn said. Considering for a moment before deciding there was no harm in sharing, it wasn't exactly a secret as many others knew of the incident; if not the details. "Indeed I was, I was trying to give a gift of gratitude to the werewolf fellow." Vythmirrik pauses for a moment before continuing, lowering her voice slightly "My mother believes he was goddess sent to help them many years ago, when their need was dire, my father of course doesn't believe it; but my mother's always been fond of such old stories." She smiles with great fondness as speaks of her family.
"My apologies brother, but are you new in town?" she asks with a slight curious head tilt before continuing. "Only I do not recognise you from any of the clan gatherings; not that there are lots of us here, but we do all try to meet up every few months if we can." Though she could do without the flirtations sometimes, Vythmirrik quite enjoyed spending time with her extended family and other clans.
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Post by sasco on Nov 5, 2021 10:12:42 GMT
He perks a brow at the mention of commissions. Like a proper Dragonborn he always appreciates a piece custom made for him by a fine artisan. But he did not bring quite enough funds for such an expense without tapping into his business savings.
"I will have to settle for a premade piece for now, but I would love to commission a more personal piece in the future if you have a method of contact. Indeed, I am new here. I traveled from the homeland, long separated from the clans that migrated here. If any of my clanmates are here then they will certainly be looking for me. Long story, let's just say I did not quite ask for permission for this business trip I'm on."
He clicks his tongue at the roof of his mouth as he considers whether he should share more information.
"Perhaps we can make a deal? I am curious about your mother's story. If you're willing to share and answer a few questions, I can squeeze a few extra coins to get a commission from you."
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Post by Vythmiirik on Nov 5, 2021 18:03:54 GMT
Vythmirrik smiled "Certainly, give me a moment and I'll give you my business card with my contact details" she fished out a small bit of flimsy (biodegradable paper) and presented it to Sasco; on it in bright letters was her name, business contact information, and a code he could scan so his comms device could add it to his contacts should he wish. "It normally takes me a week to weave a scarf, if you want a complex pattern or the more exotic colours, so I generally ask for a couple of weeks to make sure your commission is up to appropriate standards. Then once it's ready, I can contact you for collection or post it to you directly; your choice!" Vythmirrik always did love making new things and was delighted to produced commissioned items to as high a standard as she could manage.
She frowns a little on hearing that he's been travelling without his clan's knowledge; but decides ultimately to leave it be, it was none of her business after all. So she nods and replies with reasonable cheer "Well we all get wanderlust sometime I suppose! Don't worry your secret travels are safe with me!" She smiles in a reassuring way, Vythmirrik always keeps her word if she gives it so has no intention on letting anyone else know. It's probably a good thing her relatives didn't come by today after all, she muses internally.
"Hmm, well I suppose I could tell you?" she responds sounding a little confused, but not concerned. "Not sure why you're interested; but I don't mind telling you some of it at least, personal stuff is of course off the table. Anything in particular you'd like to know?" Vythmirrik did like story telling, so didn't see any harm in sharing the tale. Most of it, plus her mothers beliefs, were well known amongst those in town; if regarded as a little eccentric (and harmless). That which wasn't known she wouldn't share, after all family first.
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Post by sasco on Nov 5, 2021 18:24:48 GMT
Sasco squints at the odd square of black bits, rubbing his finger over it expecting it to have texture. Attempting to play it cool after he realizes that he likely made a fool of himself he gently puts the business card into his wallet.
"Much appreciated. I'll have to do a few quick sketches if you have a notepad handy. Spiritual matters is actually why I'm here. I suppose a good place to start is this goddess you are referring to. I'm not familiar with who gets worshiped in this land."
His eyes noticeably dart side to side as he scans around himself. Dragonborn with a clan are rarely alone, even with them knowing. It doesn't seems like she will rat him out should his Clan's agents come around but that courtesy may not apply to another clanmate of hers.
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Post by Vythmiirik on Nov 5, 2021 23:33:29 GMT
Vythmiirik did notice the other dragonborn run his fingers over the code, but since he was hardly the first to act in such a way she politely ignored it.
"Of course" she pulled out a notepad from a bag under the stall and handed it to him; complete with a mechanical pencil. "Sketch out your ideas here, or if you'd rather I can draw it for you if you have references?" Aware that not all her customers had artistic talent, she was quite good, at this point in drawing rough designs from descriptions.
"Hmm, the moon goddess is supposedly the goddess of outcasts and the downtrodden. She's been around for a while, but I can't remember her exact origins; I could ask mother for you if you'd like, but I don't really remember it all. She's also known as the silver maiden, being that she always turns up in a silvery form, like moonlight." Here she takes a pause as though remembering something. "Apparently, according to mother, she appears in whatever form you find the most comforting; but she's always silver in colouration. Like humans would see a silver haired/silver eyed lady, we would see a silver dragonborn, you know things like that. Though I wouldn't say she gets a lot of worship around here, but where my parents came from, before they moved here; had a small shrine to her. Mother liked to go there to pray, father of course thinks its silly, but since she's considered a goddess of 'do not harm, but take no...'" she coughs politely mindful of the children around "I think you get the picture. It's largely tolerated by the clan as an acceptable, if slightly eccentric, thing to do."
"You don't need to worry too much, I'm alone at the moment. One of my cousins was supposed to come help, but he's a lazy sort; so probably wont be here until the afternoon." She spoke softly so as not to be overheard, as Vythmirrik noticed Sasco looking around. She knew very well how much her relatives preferred their more 'reliable' and 'stationary' work and few would ever come into the bazzar as it was, unless it was an emergency. Often the only thing she had to worry about was her suitors.
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Post by sasco on Nov 6, 2021 2:24:05 GMT
Sasco sighed as he realized that he failed to be subtle about checking his surroundings.
"Pardon my rudeness. It's just...I know my Clan is tailing me. Let's just say I'm considered a bit of an eccentric myself."
He shoves his hands into his coat pockets.
"I have heard of the Silver Maiden from the Homeland but I'm afraid that we are not as tolerant about god worship. For what it's worth, if there is a god that cares about us Dragonborn I think it would be the Silver Maiden. But I fear that even she can't save us from our fate after death. That is what I'm seeking to change."
He takes out a smoking pipe and starts to chew on the end.
"Apologies if the conversation is heading into an uncomfortable direction."
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Post by Vythmiirik on Nov 6, 2021 17:30:10 GMT
Vythmirrik huffs "Don't worry about it" she waved a hand in dismissal, "I don't mind, bit odd that they're all making a big deal out of it, but I supposed I'm more used to what I live with. Give me a moment I might be able to help a bit?" She rummaged around in her bag for a moment, wings slightly extended for balance; before flicking as she righted herself. In her hand was a small silver coin, "here, it's not much, but this is the mark of my clan; it'll let others know to leave you be whilst you're in the town. I'm not of noble blood myself, so I can't do much; but I am quite respected, so this should keep the more dangerous around here off your back" she offers the coin; which on inspection is a token of friendship, showing clan markings on one side and a silver dragon twined with a gold dragon on the other. "Just make sure you give it back when you move on, or post it, if you forget."
Vythmirrik frowned at Sasco's talk of the silver maiden and what awaits dragonborn beyond death. "Mmm, maybe it's not a case of she wont, but more that she can't? Have you tried talking to the clergy? I admit I don't know much about it myself; but ...from mothers old stories." She pauses here as through trying to remember; "something, laid claim to our souls long ago and it doesn't want to let us go. Perhaps if you find out what that is; you can find out what you want to change?" Vythmirrik shrugs "It might be a long shot, but I'd imagine if something, somewhere has claim over us then it's a place to start?"
She laughs, it is a pleasant sound, "Oh don't worry about awkward directions! This is by far one of the least odd conversations I've had this week!"
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Post by sasco on Nov 7, 2021 1:59:44 GMT
He gently picks up the coin and places it in a small leather pouch he keeps around his neck beneath his jacket.
"Much appreciated! I assure you I always return things that are loaned in proper time. This something you refer to is the Wall of the Faithless. Any soul not born of a deity is doomed to be cemented within it upon their death. As you might be aware we were born by dragons whether it be by accident or by malevolence. Despite their opinion of themselves dragons are not gods which would mean our souls are not divine and therefore do not follow the requirements as determined by the deities who made their agreements on how souls should be treated."
He paces around as he noticeably gets sucked into his own conversation.
"The churches were of no help to me. They could only give me comforting lies but no real clue on how to fix this. That is why I've had to search all over the world for more fringe groups. Folks who were willing to tread the line between the sacrament and blasphemy. I am hoping that if I gather enough clues I can reach the Wall itself and destroy it to free our people from an eternity of torment."
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Post by Vythmiirik on Nov 7, 2021 13:53:19 GMT
Vythmirrik nodded watching him put it away, it should give him some protection but she didn't know how much. Her clan was quite small in relative terms, but they were also quite a relaxed bunch. "Don't worry about it," she waved her hand, before frowning a little. "That's a bit different to the story mother tells, I heard that we born from dragons, but that dragons themselves didn't have anything to do with it. That we came from stolen eggs which were 'corrupted' by magic" she does the finger quotes for emphasis. She was familiar with the wall, but only through hear-say not through any official books or papers.
She pauses for a moment as a customer comes over to pick up an order, she completes the transaction quickly; but without rush. Before going back to Sasco, "Okay...there's something I might be able to tell you, have you heard of Chronepsis and Aasterinian?" she asks carefully, keeping an eye out for others. It's possible he had heard of them by different names, the dispassionate watcher and the messenger of Io were two whom her clan were aware of; particularly her mothers line. Though she couldn't share the whole story, it wasn't something her clan shared with outsiders; she could give some information about it.
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Post by sasco on Nov 7, 2021 15:43:17 GMT
"I've heard the names. Legendary dragons, almost god-like to the point of matching Bahamut and Tiamat. If I am not mistaken Aasterinian worked with Bahamut and Chronepsis was involved with death. That's about the extent I know. My clan does not really do research into dragons outside of learning how to fight them."
He chews thoughtfully on his pipe as she completes her transaction, staring off while he figures out a good pattern to have her make on his scarf. Perhaps a cool blue scarf would moon iconography. A bit cliche for a caster like himself to have a moon themed article of clothing but hey, if it's stylish.
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Post by Vythmiirik on Nov 8, 2021 13:56:59 GMT
Vythmirrik nodded making sure her voice was low enough not to be overheard "They're a bit more than that, my clan has some knowledge of them. Chronepsis is the draconic equivalent of the grim reaper, from human mythos. He is the one who takes dragon souls to their afterlives and makes sure they make it to the dragon graveyards." She pauses a little at that allowing it to sink in for a moment. "Aasterinian is even more complex...I cannot tell you how my clan knows or the story behind it, but she is the messenger of Io, the 'over god' who wrote the rules regarding who goes to which afterlife; well among other things. From the old stories Io prefers to remain unknown and does not need worship, he simply is." She speaks quietly and softly as to make sure she is not overheard at all, whilst her clan wouldn't mind her speaking of this to another dragonborn; if other races heard of it, she might get in trouble.
Vythmirrik again goes to deal with another customer, operating with appropriate efficiency whilst letting her words sink in and be ruminated over for a moment, before returning over to Sasco. "Not sure how much any of what I've said might help you; but if you're interested in finding the wall, then finding the person who flies on the other wind, and the one who wrote the rules might help you find it." She pauses for a moment and looks at the pad, noting it's use "have you had any thoughts regarding designs?"
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Post by sasco on Nov 8, 2021 16:58:17 GMT
He notices her caution and speaks in an equally hushed whisper.
"In other words, I must find a dragon. I knew this mission would be difficult but not this level. Talking to a dragon could get me exiled. But I swore that I would not take a step back."
He notices that she is looking at the pad he sketched on. As it sank in what he drew he somewhat bashfully shows the design he had sketched out.
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Post by Vythmiirik on Nov 8, 2021 17:09:31 GMT
With a deep sigh Vythmirrik nods "Or at least a dragon graveyard...you could speak to the clan elder I suppose, but it depends on you," she couldn't tell him any more than that and it was in a way quite a shame. However, the clan elder keeper of their knowledge was able to share it to whomever she chose providing she thought them worthy of it. Still she'd at least given him some direction, who knows maybe Sasco would succeed or maybe he wouldn't; only the future would tell.
It is an interesting design, Vythmirrik thinks as she looks at it. Not the worst she's ever had to work with either. "This is certainly do-able, what kinds of colours would you like? I have some silver and gold thread if you're interested, but that does cost extra?" She brings out a carbon pad from one of her belt pouches in order to make a costing ticket for Sasco to take with him.
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Post by sasco on Nov 9, 2021 5:24:26 GMT
"Blue would be the primary color with silver trim, even with the extra cost."
He clicks the top of his mouth with his tongue in thought.
"I think the clan elder would be a logical step. Where would I find them and any advice on how to approach them?"
Despite his attempt to hide it his voice lets out a shiver as he asks about the clan elder. Speaking to an elder, whether that be his own clan or especially that of a clan he is not familiar with, was one of the things he hated doing the most.
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Post by Vythmiirik on Nov 9, 2021 21:23:20 GMT
Some quick calculations later Vythmirrik hands Sasco the pad with the pen, "Okay here's the price, if you agree to it please sign here" she points to a line on the ticket "and put your name and contact details here" she points to another group of lines. "Then I'll get started on it tomorrow and you should have it in about a week!" Vythmirrik smiled pleased to make another sale and excited for a new project.
She humms slightly as she waits for Sasco to sign the form. "The elder, her name is Iothisk, will test you. She's a sharp person, and keen eyed, so don't lie. Be honest about your intentions, remember my clan is quite tolerant of religion and talk of gods. So don't be afraid of mentioning it; also bring a gift...something practical or a story of your own." She pauses for a moment and squints her eyes thinking "She tends to spend her days in the library, in the evenings she tells stories in the clan hall to the youngsters." Vythmirrik smiles fondly at the memory of times when she was young and listened to the stories in the hall. The hall wasn't quite a 'hall' in the conventional sense, as it was more a house with a large open ground floor and a small kitchen in the corner; but it was called their clan hall.
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Post by sasco on Nov 10, 2021 4:11:42 GMT
He checks the price, nods, then signs the required lines as well as putting down his contact information. He even puts down a credit chip to cover the cost.
"I suppose I could spend a week in this town. Met a Iothisk at the library during the evenings. Got it. Something practical, huh. Do most of your clan enjoy clothing as much as you?"
Hopefully a simple but efficient hand held steamer would do. By the ancestors do those things make a coat look nice after a few minutes.
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Post by Vythmiirik on Nov 10, 2021 18:31:04 GMT
Once it's signed Vythmirrik tears the top of the carbon pad and puts the top copy in her pouch and hands the yellow copy to Sasco "There's your receipt, thank you for your custom. I'll let you know when the work is complete!" Her wings seem to almost flutter slightly at their tips in excitement, as she otherwise maintains her professional posture.
"Hmm, well we're pretty much fond of all sorts of things; I'm a weaver, but my mother's a bard" she chuckles slightly for a moment as if at a memory "she might one day follow in the elders footsteps as our lore-keeper, depending of course if she meets the grade. My father on the other-hand is a woodcarver; he made my loom for me" Vythmirrik pauses as she thinks carefully for a moment "so Elder Iothisk might not be seamstress or a weaver, but if its something useful that'll help take care of clothes, or a useful piece of clothing, well; I doubt she'd refuse it." Indeed the elder did like practical objects even ones she had plenty of; as she would share them with those less fortunate than herself.
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Post by sasco on Nov 11, 2021 4:53:13 GMT
"Excellent! I think I have an idea."
He gives a courteous bow towards the seamstress.
"You have been most helpful. I will be sure to pass a good word to your clan about your service. If you're interested I could mail you letters talking about the progress of my journey."
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