Post by Sythe on Jun 26, 2005 20:36:09 GMT
Ic: The reasurring new weight of his gold pouch at his side, Tivec's slightly sour mood from having been woken up soon dissapeared. Walking along the cobblestoned street with a slight bounce in his step, the young man whistled a tune under his breath as he looked around the city. His green eyes noting the buildings that passed by him as he idle wandered the city, Tivec did not notice anything that caught his eye.
That was, however, until the Rogue noticed a stone building with clay roofing. Above the steel door of the building sat a large sign in the shape of an anvil, reading "Kurt's Weaponshop". A small grin twisting the right edge of his mouth, the Rogue headed over to the door of the Smithy. Grabbing the iron handle, the young man pushed inwards, and felt a breath of hot air wash over him. Stepping into the inside of the Weaponshoop, which was slightly hotter inside then outside, Tivec looked around.
Noting the young man behind the counter, and the way in which he watched Tivec intently, the Rogue decided that unfortunatly, the honest way was the way to go at the moment. Shrugging slightly, the young man began to walk between the multiple rows of stacked weapons. Passing by a section filled with axes, Tivec came upon the row filled with swords and other blades.
Heading down the aisle, the young man passed by unwieldly bastard swords and broadswords. After a few minutes however, the Rogue came upon what he was looking for. Held on double pegs, were an assortment of rapiers and foils. Looking them over for a good few minutes, the young man picked up one with a rather strange hilt. Shaped like a square, the four tips of the hilt seem to bend upwards into sharp points.
Pulling the blade from the sheath, Tivec felt it's balance in his hand. Taking a practise jab followed by a parry, the young man stucked the rapier back into it's sheath. Turning, the Thief headed over to the counter of the store.
Placing the blade in front of the boy behind the counter, Tivec grabbed his money pouch as the boy spoke up.
"Thirty crowns."
Counting the money out, the Rogue dropped the coins into the waiting hand and grabbed the rapier. Clipping the sheath to his belt, Tived turned quickly and walked towards the door. Heading out into the streets, the Thief tapped a hand on his new blade as the grin on his mouth widened slightly.
That was, however, until the Rogue noticed a stone building with clay roofing. Above the steel door of the building sat a large sign in the shape of an anvil, reading "Kurt's Weaponshop". A small grin twisting the right edge of his mouth, the Rogue headed over to the door of the Smithy. Grabbing the iron handle, the young man pushed inwards, and felt a breath of hot air wash over him. Stepping into the inside of the Weaponshoop, which was slightly hotter inside then outside, Tivec looked around.
Noting the young man behind the counter, and the way in which he watched Tivec intently, the Rogue decided that unfortunatly, the honest way was the way to go at the moment. Shrugging slightly, the young man began to walk between the multiple rows of stacked weapons. Passing by a section filled with axes, Tivec came upon the row filled with swords and other blades.
Heading down the aisle, the young man passed by unwieldly bastard swords and broadswords. After a few minutes however, the Rogue came upon what he was looking for. Held on double pegs, were an assortment of rapiers and foils. Looking them over for a good few minutes, the young man picked up one with a rather strange hilt. Shaped like a square, the four tips of the hilt seem to bend upwards into sharp points.
Pulling the blade from the sheath, Tivec felt it's balance in his hand. Taking a practise jab followed by a parry, the young man stucked the rapier back into it's sheath. Turning, the Thief headed over to the counter of the store.
Placing the blade in front of the boy behind the counter, Tivec grabbed his money pouch as the boy spoke up.
"Thirty crowns."
Counting the money out, the Rogue dropped the coins into the waiting hand and grabbed the rapier. Clipping the sheath to his belt, Tived turned quickly and walked towards the door. Heading out into the streets, the Thief tapped a hand on his new blade as the grin on his mouth widened slightly.
