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The dwarves were busy digging in the dirt, their pickaxes and shovels going deep into the soil.  This brought back instincts of days long past when they used to dig in the mines for the energy crystals.  They were good workers and could get into places others could not.  But now they were just digging for a fellow dwarf, who wanted a basement for his new home.  The land recently had its trees removed, and they were big trees that had been there for hundreds of years.  But the weather hadn’t been good in the last five years and they needed the lumber that the old trees could provide.  The land was now empty, and the dwarf who’d purchased it had come into a bit of money.  Everyone was happy for him, and more money meant more jobs in the area and spreading of that wealth.

The dwarves worked away, when there was a slight rumble from the earth.  They stopped, unsure of exactly what that was.  The rumble stopped, and they looked at each other and shrugged.  They began to dig again only to have the rumble continue.  One dwarf yelled out, as he sunk into the ground. 

The other dwarves rushed to the spot that he used to be and looked down into a dark hole.  They could hear moaning from inside, and a clever dwarf threw a light crystal inside the hole to see what it would reveal.  Inside was their friend, both of his legs obviously broken.  And around him looked to be…. statues, pillars, and what seemed to be treasures.  They looked to each other; their eyes wide.


Jo had heard about the auction in Dawic and was curious on what would be for sale.  The dwarf that the land belonged to had generously offered to give forty percent of the sales to the town.  He really had no choice though.  It was either that, or have his land made into a historical landmark.  The hidden monastery had been there for hundreds of years, and many of the items under ground had been lost treasures and artifacts that had been taken there for some reason.  Jo was interested in what they had, and if she might be able to purchase something.  She’d been doing a lot of freelance work, capturing scumbags that had been wanted by the law in the area.  She was a glorified bounty hunter.  She’d rather be a cook, but she had to make enough money to start her own restaurant first.

Auctions with ancient artifacts usually had something that could be sold off for a good price, if she could get one cheap enough.  She didn’t doubt there would be some competition.  The town of Dawic was filled with tourists, and she knew why they were there.  They had heard of the monastery, and the auction.  They were there to bid too.  The best she could hope for was to get something that didn’t look important and hope like Hell it was important.

The auction was to take place today in the middle of town, a big show she was sure.  They were already putting up stands to sell things on the side.  Some was food, some jewelry.  She didn’t know what all they would be selling.  She just knew that she needed to get a room before they were all gone.  The hotel she entered was small, plain, and dusty.  The other hotels were full, and she was told this one might have some accommodations.  She asked the guy at the counter.

“You’re in luck.  We have only two rooms left.” 

She was sure this was an event for him, since he looked proud and harassed at the same time.  She thanked him for the key and made her way to the room.  Strangely enough there was no second floor.  There was a long hallway with rooms lined on both sides.  There were four rooms per side.  She went to the door of the one with the number seven on it.  She opened to find a small bed, window, table and chair.  There was a dresser for her to put her clothes in.  This was it.  She lay on the bed and realized that it was made for dwarves.  The heels of her feet hit the end board, and the headboard touched the top of her head.  She sat back up and her black wavy curls bounced back into place.  She could lay here and be lazy, or she could see if she could get a jump on what was possibly being auctioned off.  She jumped up, and her tank top and cargo pants fell into place loosely.  She dug into her jacket, that had many pockets, and pulled out the cash she had brought.  She stuffed the bag in between her breasts, thinking that if anyone was trying to steal her money, she would definitely know about it.  She looked down to make sure it didn’t look like she had a bag of money in her bra, and when she was satisfied, she went out to the tent in the middle of town.  No one was allowed in yet, but she was sure if she poked around a little bit she could see if there was anything interesting to look at. 

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Jon watched the auction tent and crowd with multiple sets of eyes. One set was located in his own head. Another gazed out from the vantage point of a gable of a nearby roof. The final set peered out from the first story window of a nearby inn, between a chink left in the curtains.

From such a vantage point, he had all the bases covered.

The good news was nobody was giving his human form much attention. A few cursory glances here and there, of course – he still wore his chainmail-and-leather armour despite the fact he’d ditched the heavy cloak in the warmer climate – but nothing that indicated hostile intent.

There were several rich folk here too. Nobles from near or far with an interest in local history, or in powerful artefacts. They mostly mingled under their own pavilion. Some were the nobility themselves, others were representatives. They watched each other with more hostility than they did anyone else, though their eyes were alert.

Then there were the peddlers, still setting up stalls or barking out a list of their wares. And the merchants, just as eager to bit an outrageous sum as the nobles. And a small cluster of youths towards the back of the square, spelling out trouble with their hushed whispers and roaming eyes.

Though Jon’s purse was full, he doubted he could match the bidding power of the nobility or the merchants. He needed an alternative. Someone like him, middling in buying power, and capable of assisting him in the retrieval. Or he could wait until a merchant or nobility had bought it and offered his services as a treasure hunter.

Or…

The eldest of the youths walked past, giving him a knowing grin. Jon gave him a look that said, eyes on the job.

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It wasn’t until Arthur was alone in his room at the inn when the thought hit him. The mage had traveled a long way to Dawic, farther than he’d ever journeyed since arriving on Valucre. Setting his backpack on the floor next to his bed, the mage sat himself near the window and watched the passersby on the street below, time elapsing as he dreaded leaving the comfort of the inn. After all, it hadn’t been the first time that the mutant had trekked a long way for naught. However, the discovery of the old monastery had been too interesting to pass up. Hopefully, Arthur would succeed in ingratiating himself among some of the buyers, and get hired to study any of the treasures purchased at the auction.

Taking a deep breath, the mage stood from his seat and tightened both of his baldrics across his shoulders, causing the leather belts to crisscross near the middle of his torso. Arthur moves quickly, exiting the inn and made his way across town until he found the auction tent. That day, the mutant was dressed in a black short-sleeved button-up with dozens of sunflower prints, black board shorts, and a pair of grey trail-running shoes. His baldrics carried much of his magical equipment, and both of his weapons near the bottom portion of each baldric. Arthur’s long sword was sheathed on his left hip, while his rondel dagger hung from his right. The mage wore his robes on top of everything else; reaching just past his hips like a jacket, the black velvety material sat on his broad shoulders, leaving its sleeves empty and swinging in the breeze whilst also obscuring his upper body.

Arthur dipped under the entrance of the auction tent and found a seat in the back row, situating himself near the corner of the tent where he could watch the proceedings closely.

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Dauner finally arrived after days of walking about almost aimlessly in the wilds. Yet another town would receive him as he traveled across Valucre in search of adventure and like with the other towns that had received him, he smelled adventure brewing. He walked about in the streets of Dawic asking for information about where he was. He got to know a bit about the town and especially about an auction that was about to take place. He planned on paying a visit to the auction to see what kind of 'fun' things he could get to do. First he had to find where to stay for the night. Unfortunately for the young adventurer, he had no money on him.

Since he arrived in Valucre, he had been more concerned with his quest of journeying round this world and taking on as many adventures as he could that he didn't think of making any money. He didn't have the means to pay a room at a motel so he settled with having to sleep on a park bench. He began his search for a park first or at least a bench somewhere where he could spend the night.

After a while of searching, he finally found a place and could now go check on the auction. He wasn't particularly fund of auctions or o antiques but he knew that where there was a big event, adventure was not far off. At least that was what he thought. It took him a while of walking but he finally got there. The place was littered with merchants and nobles who by his guess where here for the auction. He walked over to a corner near the tent and stood there calmly and carefully observing the people present and watching out for some possible action he could jump in on.

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Wendin had been in town a few days working a case, small time case, decent pay ,nothing to write home about.  Sitting on the edge of the bed he ran his fingers through his black hair, careful not to disloge the feather from his former tribe. He knew the auction would be starting soon. Just the place he needed to find his culprit, a charismatic dwarf who ripped of the wrong person, and wendin was here to find him. He quickly got dressed, donned his duster and hat, made sure his weapon was in good service and headed to the auction. 

Upon arrival at the auction he quickly found a spot near the rear if the participants, using his senses to anaylze the people entering and leaving carefully, the caucophany of sensual imput in the locale was almost too much to handle. Dozens of different colognes. Perfumes, cigar smoke, nonstop chatter, shouting and dazzling displays of jewlery from noblesooking to show off. It didnt distract wendin however, hec was looking for the telltale scar along the left cheek that would give away his quarry. 

"it would be much more simple to just bring his head to the client you know.  Dwarves can be quite protective of one another, wrong ones see us, a human, attacking one of thier own? Tsk tsk much easier to just eliminate him, toss him in a bag and call it a day."  the spirit in his head pointed out. After a few moments thought he responded "Silence" and went back to the hunt

 

 

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Jo peeked into the tent, ever curious. She slowly walked in, taking in the atmosphere. There were all kinds of merchandise lining the walls. Some of them were large, looking like works of art. Some of them were tiny. There were ancient swords, and armor. She assumed those would go fast. She wasn't interested in anything like that. She had her own cutting utensils already, in her claws and fangs. She also didn't need armor when she was a werewolf and healed very quickly. These things weren't the type of valuable thing she was looking for. She was looking for something that didn't look valuable, but probably was. There were too many things for her to tell from first glance, but she was hopeful and excited by what she saw. It was like playing a game of poker, or doing a hunt. There is a lot of luck involved, and skill. You need a bit of both to win this game.

 

After getting a nice long look at the baubles in the auction, she looked around at the other people there to bid. There were all sorts. Strangely enough, not many of them were dwarves. She guess the fact that the proceeds were going to the town made every dwarf in the area become automatic winners. There was no shortage of small people here though, as the participants brought their children to the affair. Some of the kids were weaving through the crowd. She could see them dipping their hands into some pockets. She stood with her back against the tent and her arms crossed over her chest. No way the little buggers were going to be dipping into her treasure between her breasts without her knowing about it. She smirked at them, and when one saw her watching him reach into a pocket he froze. She winked at him, and he grinned back as he swiped the money bag quickly before disappearing in the crowd.

 

The auctioneer was a local man, a dwarf of some years. His voice was high and nasally, as he warned everyone that the auction was to begin in another ten minutes. The voices in the place grew quiet as this sunk in, and then they grew louder in the excitement. Jo shifted from one foot to another. She was excited too, just like the rest of them. Her wolf was pacing on the inside, and Jo felt the need to do the same. She controlled herself though, and she kept her eye out for any interesting people or things out of the ordinary.

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The crowd was getting a little impatient. Jon could see it on their faces, the way the rich fanned their ruddy cheeks, or the merchants drummed fingers on their arms. More and more pressed into the square in front of the auction tent to the point all the other tables were full. All except Jon’s. Something about his expression, perhaps, the half helm on the table and the claymore sprouting from his back like a crucifix had allowed him to keep his table all to himself. It was unintentional. A little amusing and probably for the best.

At last, a small, wrinkly dwarf with a  beard as fine as cobwebs stepped up to the dais in front of the auction tent and banged his cudgel on the lectern.

“The auction will now begin,” he said in a voice as thick as his beard. “All items found on the land of one Mister Trodin Forkweathow, in the ruins of a monastary long buried. All of indecipherable age but probably dating back to the Caperium era. The first item is a set of daggers, in middling condition…”

Jon tuned out. The crowd had turned mostly silent, and his boys had disappeared from sight, which was well and good. A silent crowd was hard to pick-pocket in, despite everyone’s attention being focussed on the dwarf and his assistant dwarf, who held up all the items for view.

Jon’s heart started to race, and despite his calm demeanour he felt butterflies in his stomach. To pull this off he’d have to be ready at a moment’s notice.

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As the auction commenced, the tent seemed to buzz with a special kind of electricity. Hearts were beating faster, the anticipation amongst the crowd was great, and the mutant couldn’t care less. Arthur yawned from his corner seat, standing his sheathed long sword in between his seated legs as he couldn’t sit properly with the exceptionally long blade dangling from his left hip. The alchemist watched the unfolding event with a sort of bored curiosity, not interested in the set of daggers being peddled at the moment, but still attentive for any items that would interest the mage. Arthur chuckled under his breath, his wolfishly orange eyes veering away to catch the various acts of theft occurring throughout the tent. Of course they’d use child pick pockets at an event like this. It seemed Dawic was looking to make quite a bit of profit from the auction, and not just from selling artifacts and antiques. It would be supremely difficult to reach for Arthur’s coin, nestled deeply in his flaring black robes. 

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Once in the tent, Dauner walked over to a corner not quite bothering himself about getting a seat. The tent was relatively full with eager people looking to get their hands on rare items. Dauner noticed the little scoundrels pick-pocketing the people attending the auction. He knew he had nothing to worry about with these kids. Mostly because he didn't have anything worth stealing apart from his swords which hung idly in their scabbards on his back.

"Did you find anything?" he asked as his eyes turned to a kid whose hand was deep in his pocket. The kid was startled and surprised Dauner was able to notice him. Dauner grinned at the kid "You can keep whatever you found. Now scurry on". Dauner could see the startled look on the kid's face turn to disappointment.

He then turned his attention to the dwarf out front who was beginning the auction. He watched the auction unfold paying more attention to the people auctioning than to the objects themselves.

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While standing in the corner searching for his target he couldnt help but botice the kids amongst the crowd. Pickpockets obviously, he chuckled to himself. Majority of the people here wouldnt miss anything they lost to the hands of the children. They were just trying to survive. He flicked some coin to a passing child who nabbed it and look up at him, wendin just smiled and nodded off to the side.  The child taking the hint quickly scurried off back into the crowd

"no sign of the target" the voice spoke "perhaps we were sold out or he was tipped off"  

wending thought on this for a moment

"Na, hell show, charismatic little shit like that wouldnt possibly miss an event like this" 

As if on cue an extravagantly dressed dwarf entered the tent reeking of powerful cologne and whiskey. Sitting near the side of the tent he almost immediately began bidding, throwing out some large numbers and getting more than one persons attention. He was all smiles and laughs, buying drinks for those around him and holding conversations between items

Wendin smirked , he had a scar on his left cheek

"Gotcha" 

"hmmph, well we found him, best wait untill hes alone or goes to collect his items after the auction to take him down"

"For once" he muttered to himself "you and i agree" 

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As the auction was taking place the crowd had become quiet. Most of the young pickpockets had disappeared, understanding that this was not the time to bring attention to themselves. Jo was keeping one eye on the crowd and the other on the auction items. She didn't see anything that she felt the need to bid on with her hard earned money. Someone came in and began making obnoxious bids with a drunken slur. There was always one that appeared in every crowd. Jo shook her head at his overzealous bids.

While the drunk left the tent for a moment, Jo thinking he was either going to throw up or use the bathroom, a new item came up for bid. The item was displayed to the best of its advantage, with a little story to go along with it.

“This is the mysterious scroll. It is placed in a scroll container with a secret code to lock it. It has such a complex code that it has yet to be opened.” Jo was thinking to herself that the reason for that could be because no one here had actually tried to open it yet. “Who knows what could be inside!” Jo rolled her eyes. It could be an ancient grocery list. Still... it might not be.

The bidding began for the item, and Jo lifted her finger to make a small bid while the item was affordable. She hoped no one else was interested.

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On 10/20/2019 at 7:12 AM, Mickey Flash said:

“This is the mysterious scroll. It is placed in a scroll container with a secret code to lock it. It has such a complex code that it has yet to be opened.” Jo was thinking to herself that the reason for that could be because no one here had actually tried to open it yet. “Who knows what could be inside!” Jo rolled her eyes. It could be an ancient grocery list. Still... it might not be.

Jon narrowed his eyes. Was that it? For a moment he was distracted by the thought, if it’s inside a case, how do they know it’s a scroll? But, perhaps, an object inside a scroll case was safely assumed to be a scroll.

And if it was a scroll, it might be a map.

He raised his hand to double the size of the bid. Still a small amount. Two silver coins, to be precise. Two hours’ standard wages.

“Any further bids?” the auctioneer said, in no hurry to sell for such a paltry amount. It took a while, but another gentleman bidded three coins, then a merchant put up four.

Jon waited, hoping nobody else would say anything before - or after - he did.

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Arthur continued his bored vigil over the auction, resting his elbow on his arm rest and dropping his chin onto his sword-calloused palm. For treasures found in a presumably ancient ruin, the prizes didn't seem particularly valuable, well-sought after, or even powerful. However, the mutant's expression soon changed as a locked scroll case was produced, and for some reason it automatically piqued the alchemist's interests. He lifted his chin off his palm, scooted forward in his chair, and watched with renewed interest as the first couple of bids went through. It could have been worthless, empty even, but an object of historical significance was certainly possible as well. Even if it turned out to be an inventory, it would be of interest to any historian that specialized in the area's history.The discovered ruins were of a monastery as well. If the scroll proved to be a religious text, it would be of even greater import in academic circles. 

Gears turned in the back of Arthur's head, debating whether he should throw his hat in the mix. As he did so, the mutant produced his deck of tarot cards and shuffled them deftly. He drew the first card, displaying a woman in a lavish dress on a stroll through an equally lavish garden. Nine pentacles were drawn among the plants. Arthur released the nine of pentacles, letting it float in the air above his lap. He drew the second, allowing it to join its partner in the air. "A Nine of Pentacles and the Wheel of Fortune, huh?" the alchemist asked himself under his breath, his smirk reaching from ear to ear as he grew giddy with excitement. 

Returning the cards to his deck, he put them away and retrieved his coin purse. He wanted to outbid his newfound opponents, but they were bidding with a grade of coin that Arthur didn't carry. Silver burnt the cursed alchemist. He did have a plan, however. The mage shut his eyes and cleared his mind. Suddenly, arcane formulae flashed across Arthur's vision, recalling the forms of Occultation that Arthur could employ to hide his magic. Behind his spells of Occultation, people would find it difficult to sense his magic, as his aura and mana seemed to remain in a static and nonfluctuating state. His magic wasn't gone, but it seemed stable enough that it didn't seem possible that Arthur was presently casting spells. 

The mutant produced three coins from his pouch, furtively working a transmutation as he did so. The first coin was a real gold coin; the other two were copper coins that now sparkled like they were gold as well. The real coin would serve as a decoy, whilst figuring that he'd be long gone by the time the Seeming placed upon the copper coins was discovered.  

Arthur lifted his paddle, speaking authoritatively and loud enough to be heard over the crowd. 

"Three gold coins." 

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Dauner stood by the corner letting a yawn escape his mouth. Apart from the bids being thrown at old objects, this auction had been completely uneventful. He stepped out of the tent and took a walk away from the tent in order to make his legs feel alive again. He saw a bench and sat on it. taking in the fresh air. There had been literately nothing fun and interesting for him to do in a while. There weren't strong enough monsters to fight and it was becoming a real bore. Perhaps he should have just move to the next town. That was what was about to consider just before a scream interrupted his train of thoughts. The scream had come from the distance in a forest area.

Dauner immediately took off in the direction where the scream had come from. It wasn't long before he got there especially since he used his road rush technique. He found a man surrounded by 3 vile skeleton-like creature with flaming heads. These creatures had the aura of death around them. Where they could have come was a mystery but where they were going to was a well know fact to Dauner as he drew his swords. The man who laid on the ground laid by a sword which was broken. probably hid sword which must have broke when he tried to fight the creatures. He had an injury on his left arm. It looked like it had been caused by a burn which deteriorated rapidly. That must've been the reason The man yelled.

Dauner wasn't the only one to hear this as there were others around. Now Dauner had to finish these creatures before other people came to get hurt by them.

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Seeing his target leave the tent wendin saw his opportunity and left after, following him around the corner where he, unashamedly vomited in an alleyway.  The sounds of his vomit masket his footsteps as he approached and drew his revolver

"Do it, the alley will muffle the sound and the sounds of the nearby auction, nobody would even notice.."

Shaking his head he noticed he had absentmindedly aimed the big revolver at his target, he quickly bashed him over the head with it, knocking the drunk out cold 

Then he heard the scream

looking around for the witness, he saw none. Handcuffing his target and binding his hands he moved the drunk into a nearby corner before departing towards the sound of the screaming

"oh boy, action, and her i thought this would be another boring job" 

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