"How about run? That's what most people do when they see trolls." He says, raising an eyebrow with a sarcastic expression on her face.
The Runefang Chronicles (For Archangel99)
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He rolls his eyes and shakes his head. This argument was pointless...
"Let's just hurry up and get there. And hope we don't meet something nastier!" He says, walking ahead of them.
"Let's just hurry up and get there. And hope we don't meet something nastier!" He says, walking ahead of them.
It didn't take long for them to reach their destination. With a clear goal I sight, the group picked up their pace and managed to crest the final hill between them and the smoke signal just as the sun was beginning to set. Stretching out before them was the bazar, a sprawling mish mash of tents and semi-permanent buildings all surrounded by a wooden palisade almost a quarter mile wide. As they approached the sole entrance in the wall, they were greeted by the sight of two monstrous women standing guard. Each of the 'ladies' stood an easy seven feet tall, towering over the three companions. Their skin was a light purple, almost pink in color, and their hair a much darker shade of magenta framing delicate feminine features. Despite their great height, they were so thin and well toned that Lazarus would almost call them waifish, if not for the sizable C-cups perched high on their chests. The only clothing they wore were a pair of sandals, and a pair of laughably short blue micro skirts that did nothing to conceal the monstrous penises that hung well below their hemlines almost to their knees, or the long whip-like tails that trailed down from their backsides. Evan flaccid as they were, the twin dongs had to be well over a foot in length and easily as thick as Lazarus wrist. The only thing differentiating the two demonic women was the fact that the one on the right had her hair cut in a short bob, while the tresses of the one on the left cascaded down her back, and over her ass, almost to her knees.
Upon spotting the three travelers, the one on the right called out in a commanding tone, "Halt, state your business!"
Upon spotting the three travelers, the one on the right called out in a commanding tone, "Halt, state your business!"
Seeing the bazaar, Lazarus breathes a sigh of relief. At least they didn't get eaten on the way there...
Looking at the place itself, he was a little annoyed at the random, haphazard layout. He liked things to be in order. Every placement had to have a reason for being there. This was... Well... Something he'd rather not think about.
He looks over the two women, and his mind first wonders how good they'd be in a fight, immediately followed by wondering how good they'd be in bed. But that's before he notices their giant cocks. The answer was quite obvious; one of those kinds he didn't wanna find out.
"Um... We're looking for someone." He says, keeping his hand on his staff.
Looking at the place itself, he was a little annoyed at the random, haphazard layout. He liked things to be in order. Every placement had to have a reason for being there. This was... Well... Something he'd rather not think about.
He looks over the two women, and his mind first wonders how good they'd be in a fight, immediately followed by wondering how good they'd be in bed. But that's before he notices their giant cocks. The answer was quite obvious; one of those kinds he didn't wanna find out.
"Um... We're looking for someone." He says, keeping his hand on his staff.
Well... That was odd... He blinks at the oddity of her actions and walks in before looking around. "Well... Where is he?" He asks Eleanor.
Stepping inside, the sight of the bazar filled Lazarus' vision. The place could be summed up in one word... Anarchy. Buildings and tents leaned against and on top of each other, and were painted in a riot of colors; pink, red, and yellow predominating. Imps, glimmerlings, and even larger demons flitted through the air which was thick with the smell of smoke and sex, while on the ground all manner of demon and man-beasts jostled and rubbed elbows as they made their way through the crowd; all of them possessing at least some sign of demonic corruption.
"If he's still in the same tent as the last time I was here, then the outfitter will be towards the back," said Eleanor.
"If he's still in the same tent as the last time I was here, then the outfitter will be towards the back," said Eleanor.
"Dear gods above this place is an absolute mess..." Lazarus groans, looking around at the haphazard the market with horror. "What if a fire breaks out? What if someone attacks? how are they going to make sense of this place!?" He complains. "Anyway! Just walk ahead. I'll follow." Lazarus grumbles, glaring at the riot of colours like as if they had personally offended him somehow.
[He's got OCD. XD]
[He's got OCD. XD]
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He sighs and tries to ignore the calls. Looks he'd gotten plenty of times, yes, but the catcalls were something new. Most people just scurried out of his way as fast as possible. "Eleanor, a little hurry would be appreciated." He mutters in a voice low enough for just her to hear.
anyway, I rolled a 9.]
Hurrying proved difficult, as Lazarus had to push and shove just to keep his traveling companions in sight. Eventually, though, they made their way through the throng and managed to reach the rear of the bazar. "Ah, there it is," said Eleanor, pointing at one of the few permanent buildings; a small stone hut with a sign over the door that read, Kybor's Outfitting.
[I forgot... What are we here for? To look for Balcrom, right?]
"Kybor's Outfitting. Hm. Do they just sell clothes or armor too?" He asks, looking the shop over with a critical eye. That brick seemed to be a little loose, that little patch of dirt needed to be wiped off, that brick wasn't set properly... God, this place was a mess... He sighs inwardly before stepping into the shop, expecting another mess.
"Kybor's Outfitting. Hm. Do they just sell clothes or armor too?" He asks, looking the shop over with a critical eye. That brick seemed to be a little loose, that little patch of dirt needed to be wiped off, that brick wasn't set properly... God, this place was a mess... He sighs inwardly before stepping into the shop, expecting another mess.
Lazarus was not disappointed, as the inside of the small domicile looked like a junkyard in miniature. Piles of gear and other bricabrak were heaped almost to the ceiling, leaving only thin paths through the place leading to the counter at the back of the building. "Why, old Kybor sells all kinds of things," Eleanor said, as she made her way to the desk. "And, if you want to make it through the deep bog to the citadel where Balcrom holds court, you're going to need proper swamping equipment."
The mess makes him cringe and walk carefully. One small step in the wrong direction, and the whole place would probably come crashing down on them. "Uh huh... You're paying, obviously. Speaking of which, what does proper swamping gear even consist of?" He asks, eyeing a stack that looks like it's about to topple over.
"Do I look like I have any cash on me!?" He groans, facepalming. "I got here, like, two days ago!"
"Oh, new to the area, are we?" came a ragged masculine voice from behind the counter. Looking over, Lazarus saw what appeared to be a three foot tall, shaggy black, anthropomorphic rabbit. The bunny wore only a plain brown vest for clothing, as his privates were hidden by his fur. Despite his disheveled appearance, he regarded Lazarus with bright red eyes.
"New to the area indeed." He says, walking up to the bunny. "You're Kybor, I assume." He says, extending his hand to the bunny to shake.
"That's right. Now... What exactly do I have to buy, and how much will it cost?" Lazarus asks, businesslike all of a sudden.
Lazarus looks back at Eleanor, then to Kybor. "I would like to sell a glimmering. She's about four feet tall, sexy as hell, but can be a bit of a bitch sometimes." He says with a perfectly straight face, but winking at Kybor since Eleanor isn't looking.
"Eh, I already got plenty of assistants." As he speaks, Kybor snaps his fingers, and Lazarus suddenly saw a multitude of beady red eyes peeking out from holes in the piles of merchandise. "As for the sexy bit, take a look outside, son, does it look like it would be hard to get laid in this town?" Kybor looked Lazarus up and down before smiling. "But, i'll tell you what I might be willing to do. I might be willing to part with a good swamping kit... for that pretty staff you got there."
The answer is immediate. "Absolutely not." He replies bluntly. "I almost literally went through hell to get it. I'm not giving it to you in exchange for swamping gear. That's like trading down rather than up!" He says, turning to leave. "Eleanor, unless you have something to sell, we're leaving." Lazarus says as he walks to the door.