[Thread] Have you ever done business with a Selkie?
Characters: Hana Kohl and Dah Vis (Leuda Caravan Selkies), Rughadjeen, Gadalar
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: The newcomers from Vana'diel have a plant poisoning problem and the traveling Selkies might have the remedy... for the right price.
Location: Right outside Macalania Woods, in the ice-free valley beneath the Alexandrian Plateau.
Date: June 13, 1804
Warnings: Extortion, craftiness and possibly some swearing.
Off in the distance, through the Mist that blanketed the green valley, the treeline became thicker and turned to ice. A most unusual setting, and pretty in its own way, but nothing too far out of the ordinary for caravanners. They had seen their fair share of magical and mystical landscapes in their hunt for myrrh, and that particular one appeared too cold to be worth the effort. Leave it to a Selkie to determine a location's worth based on effort required to turn a profit. Yet even with the wanders' ways being a part of their blood, there was no denying that these two were among some of the laziest souls in all the worlds. The monsters spawned by the Mist dropped valuable loot to be bartered or traded, but freezing in the cold on the unknown chance of a bigger prize were odds neither of them were willing to bet on.
As twilight settled, the sky became painted in hazy shades of violet and deep blue, laced with pinks and burnished gold from the setting sun. The first star of the evening began to wink overhead, and the rims of the moons hovering above appeared. Beneath that heaven, not far from the spurned woods, the Selkies set up camp under a normal tree, boughs covered in dense summer foliage. Most of their goods remained stored in their wagon, and the chocobo loosed from his reigns to go browsing in the grass for choice greens. A crackling fire licked at the wood laid within a circle of stones, more for the light and as a deterrent to nocturnal monsters, than for heat.
They themselves were just as much at leisure for the evening. Dah Vis laid back against the tree, after pulling out a small drum and tapping out a lively rhythm with his hands. Hana Kohl took the cue from her traveling companion and began to sing, a song from home, common among the caravans.
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: The newcomers from Vana'diel have a plant poisoning problem and the traveling Selkies might have the remedy... for the right price.
Location: Right outside Macalania Woods, in the ice-free valley beneath the Alexandrian Plateau.
Date: June 13, 1804
Warnings: Extortion, craftiness and possibly some swearing.
Off in the distance, through the Mist that blanketed the green valley, the treeline became thicker and turned to ice. A most unusual setting, and pretty in its own way, but nothing too far out of the ordinary for caravanners. They had seen their fair share of magical and mystical landscapes in their hunt for myrrh, and that particular one appeared too cold to be worth the effort. Leave it to a Selkie to determine a location's worth based on effort required to turn a profit. Yet even with the wanders' ways being a part of their blood, there was no denying that these two were among some of the laziest souls in all the worlds. The monsters spawned by the Mist dropped valuable loot to be bartered or traded, but freezing in the cold on the unknown chance of a bigger prize were odds neither of them were willing to bet on.
As twilight settled, the sky became painted in hazy shades of violet and deep blue, laced with pinks and burnished gold from the setting sun. The first star of the evening began to wink overhead, and the rims of the moons hovering above appeared. Beneath that heaven, not far from the spurned woods, the Selkies set up camp under a normal tree, boughs covered in dense summer foliage. Most of their goods remained stored in their wagon, and the chocobo loosed from his reigns to go browsing in the grass for choice greens. A crackling fire licked at the wood laid within a circle of stones, more for the light and as a deterrent to nocturnal monsters, than for heat.
They themselves were just as much at leisure for the evening. Dah Vis laid back against the tree, after pulling out a small drum and tapping out a lively rhythm with his hands. Hana Kohl took the cue from her traveling companion and began to sing, a song from home, common among the caravans.