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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 10, 2020 19:45:37 GMT
Old Amos looked at her as she entered. “Well hello there my dearest midget elf!” He took the gun out from under the desk. It’s been polished and essentially completely redone, new stock and it now has a scope on top above the iron sights. “Quite a fine firearm you got here,” he said. “The Silent Storm...” he put a box of lead shot on the table. “For another fifty I’ll give you these,” he said. “Twenty shots enchanted to detonate by the Academy itself.”
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Sept 10, 2020 20:23:23 GMT
Kjell dropped the rest of the gold on the counter rather unceremoniously after being called a midget elf and picked up the gun to inspect it. She aimed it at a random corner suspiciously close to Amos in order to test its weight. "Yeah?" she asked, sizing up the ammo as well. "That had better be a lot of bang, for that buck," she said. Californian gender party's worth of bang, preferably.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 10, 2020 20:32:24 GMT
“I never aim to disappoint,” Amos said. “Ye looking for work?” He asked, scooping the gold into a sack. “Rich lady like you it seems unlikely but you ain’t buying detonating ammo to weed a garden or impress a lover I don’t think.”
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Sept 10, 2020 20:35:11 GMT
"Why, you got someone you want blown up?" she asked, looking at him directly now.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 10, 2020 20:43:41 GMT
The dwarf shrugged. “I wouldn’t expect you to blow anyone up. A gentleman came in few days ago and said if I saw a short, blunt mannered elf who liked guns to let her know someone needed to be given the Asanar treatment, whatever the hell that means. I said I’d never heard of a short gunslinging elf but he said if I ever ran into one she might enjoy a trip to the, uh, Mist Connections Tavern. It’s out in the North Harbor right by the Great Gates.”
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Sept 10, 2020 20:46:41 GMT
“Uh-huh,” she said. “He have a goatee, this feller?”
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 10, 2020 20:59:24 GMT
“He did,” the dwarf replied. “Nice looking man if you ignore the fact he’s a wizard. Never trusted wizards. I believe in things I can touch feel and shoot,” he concluded.
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Sept 14, 2020 16:00:11 GMT
"Yeah," said Kjell, slung the rifle over her shoulder and got out enough gold to pay for the explosive rounds and some extra ones. "I'll take some regular rounds as well," she said.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 14, 2020 16:21:04 GMT
The dwarf gives her a box that has seventy more pieces of shot. Carrying much more than all that without a wagon or a mule or a Bro-played PC is difficult. “Good luck to ye, come back anytime. Dinner’s on me,” the strange dwarf concluded with a cackle.
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Sept 14, 2020 17:50:16 GMT
"Thanks," she said, stacking the two boxes on top of each other and picking them up. "If I come back, I will have failed. So I hope I never see you again," she said, and with a nod, left the shop.
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