Union City: My shop Elysian

[Etched In Stone 834]

Word spread through the city of Jigoku in the Midlands quick that a new blacksmith had settled there and set up shop! As fast as wildfire could spread among a dense forest. It's people, not to mention the Rising Sun Dojo were ecstatic - this had been the city's first true and if not, only smithy in the region. This meant more weapons and armor of course to be produced and at a considerably lower charge or rate than having to import such goods to benefit the rising military there. While the Imperial General of the Datsuzoku Army was one of the first to be informed and intrigued his busy schedule of running the Martial Arts school, restoring his family clan of Ookami and overall strengthening the forces of the nation never seemed to be enough time in the day for the Headmaster to do as he pleased, whenever he desired. Though it had only been a short couple days since, on this bright sunny afternoon he'd sacrifice what he thought mattered more than his own personal satisfaction. Deciding to take it upon himself to give the place a visit, to introduce himself to the owner and show his gratitude by allowing them to work on a personalized request of his. One that may have seemed none that was fancy or far-fetched, but to also give back to the community rather. 

By now, the townsfolk had known well enough of the blind man accompanied by seven artic wolves from the forgotten city of Cobran. Kenshinobu Momoku was a legend and hero to these people, he had served the Empire long enough through a time of great prosperity and peace that the Swordslayer's renown and contributions was far than admired and respected. Wherever his barefeet carried him through the streets the people clung to him and embraced his presence with a heartfelt warmth that could sooth even the most agitated of bellies. He often influenced a crowd of followers to travel with him be it for any simple errand he did not desire a clansmen or Moon student to task. Kenshi welcomed the people with open arms as if he was the Emperor himself. He'd make a fine leader undoubtedly even without being called Master or sensei, his sagacious years of training with the Mountain Monks of the Village Hidden in the Rising Sun enlightened him greater than any other teachings one could receive.

The 300 and some odd years hanyo proceeded from his Pagoda after finalizing and prepping his order for the Ookami clan to travel to the distant land of Crystallo where they would be ordered to establishment a temporary settlement, gather some of their natural metal resources and ultimately, form an alliance with the leaders there. The five foot six 145 lb half-demon entered the market district in his traditional suite of a plain silk-white yukata and straw kasa that shielded his bereft sight, brimming over long tresses of onyx cascading shoulder-length hair. He bore with him on this day only a single blade tucked into his pale obi upon the left side of the hip; the Katana-esque sword blessed unto him by the Heika himself contained no sheath as it protruded beneath his form shining a metallic icy blue at the tip it curved, but became darker in tint nigh-pearlescent in its stone blue reflection down at the hiltless side. One could wonder how his pupiless eyes granted him vision, or perhaps it was evident that the cobran wolves in his company was enough sight and clarity as service canine. One thing was certain, he arrived outside the apothecary pleased to hear some voices beyond the shop's doors that made it there before him. A gentle hand from the elongate right sleeve of his white yukata raised itself into view as it balled into a slight fist knocking at the door that rested ahead. The service lupis canine took to their hind limbs with obedience as their master awaited an answer and remained outdoors once he did upon entry. At the sight of whomever came to reply, he'd produce a deep bow one that shouldn't have came from a man of his status and that was always instead given to him upon greeting. A kind smile brandished itself from his thinned pinkish lips as they would part to speak slowly.

"I am Kenshi, Master Momoku of this land. What brings you to Jigoku?"

@Celina de la feytte

Edited August 29, 2020 by Etched In Stone

[Celina de la feytte 44]

53 minutes ago, Etched In Stone said:

Word spread through the city of Jigoku in the Midlands quick that a new blacksmith had settled there and set up shop! As fast as wildfire could spread among a dense forest. It's people, not to mention the Rising Sun Dojo were ecstatic - this had been the city's first true and if not, only smithy in the region. This meant more weapons and armor of course to be produced and at a considerably lower charge or rate than having to import such goods to benefit the rising military there. While the Imperial General of the Datsuzoku Army was one of the first to be informed and intrigued his busy schedule of running the Martial Arts school, restoring his family clan of Ookami and overall strengthening the forces of the nation never seemed to be enough time in the day for the Headmaster to do as he pleased, whenever he desired. Though it had only been a short couple days since, on this bright sunny afternoon he'd sacrifice what he thought mattered more than his own personal satisfaction. Deciding to take it upon himself to give the place a visit, to introduce himself to the owner and show his gratitude by allowing them to work on a personalized request of his. One that may have seemed none that was fancy or far-fetched, but to also give back to the community rather. 

By now, the townsfolk had known well enough of the blind man accompanied by seven artic wolves from the forgotten city of Cobran. Kenshinobu Momoku was a legend and hero to these people, he had served the Empire long enough through a time of great prosperity and peace that the Swordslayer's renown and contributions was far than admired and respected. Wherever his barefeet carried him through the streets the people clung to him and embraced his presence with a heartfelt warmth that could sooth even the most agitated of bellies. He often influenced a crowd of followers to travel with him be it for any simple errand he did not desire a clansmen or Moon student to task. Kenshi welcomed the people with open arms as if he was the Emperor himself. He'd make a fine leader undoubtedly even without being called Master or sensei, his sagacious years of training with the Mountain Monks of the Village Hidden in the Rising Sun enlightened him greater than any other teachings one could receive.

The 300 and some odd years hanyo proceeded from his Pagoda after finalizing and prepping his order for the Ookami clan to travel to the distant land of Crystallo where they would be ordered to establishment a temporary settlement, gather some of their natural metal resources and ultimately, form an alliance with the leaders there. The five foot six 145 lb half-demon entered the market district in his traditional suite of a plain silk-white yukata and straw kasa that shielded his bereft sight, brimming over long tresses of onyx cascading shoulder-length hair. He bore with him on this day only a single blade tucked into his pale obi upon the left side of the hip; the Katana-esque sword blessed unto him by the Heika himself contained no sheath as it protruded beneath his form shining a metallic icy blue at the tip it curved, but became darker in tint nigh-pearlescent in its stone blue reflection down at the hiltless side. One could wonder how his pupiless eyes granted him vision, or perhaps it was evident that the cobran wolves in his company was enough sight and clarity as service canine. One thing was certain, he arrived outside the apothecary pleased to hear some voices beyond the shop's doors that made it there before him. A gentle hand from the elongate right sleeve of his white yukata raised itself into view as it balled into a slight fist knocking at the door that rested ahead. The service lupis canine took to their hind limbs with obedience as their master awaited an answer and remained outdoors once he did upon entry. At the sight of whomever came to reply, he'd produce a deep bow one that shouldn't have came from a man of his status and that was always instead given to him upon greeting. A kind smile brandished itself from his thinned pinkish lips as they would part to speak slowly.

"I am Kenshi, Master Momoku of this land. What brings you to Jigoku?"

@Celina de la feytte

I heard a knock at the door and blinked no one ever knocked they knew to walk in and the bells above the door would signal that I was needed. But none the less I excused myself from the gentle men that were at the counter and then I opened the door I was bow to, I made a slight fist and my other hand straight against it and bowed back. I smile as the man who seemed blind but I knew wasn't walked into my shop.  

"It'sa pleasure meeting you Kenshi, master of momoku, what is it I can do for you?" I asked curious why a man of his stature would come to my humble shop. I noticed everything be wore and the way he moved even though he was blind and the company with him. " welcome to Elysian what can I do for you?" My voice was soft and warm. As I helped him into the shop one of my wards flash for a moment I arched a brow at this man so he was either a demon or half demon. Or it could be one of the swords he wields.  

Either way his present set off my alarm for a moment. No one could really see it unless they had the sight to see energy or auras. I waved my hand in runic symbol for chair and one appeared "would you like to sit?" I asked curious but he seemed like a nice old man who was probably very tired for walking around so much. "There's a chair a few inch behind you." 

If he accepted the chair or not I'd tell him about the shop. " well here at Elysian,  I sell nothing but the best, weapons ,armor. Even something's that haven't been seen before. My invention . But if you need an apotchary, I am here for that too. I have rare herbs , spices ect, you name it I probably have it in the shop somewhere. " I realized I hadn't introduced myself and smiled "My name is Celina and I am the owner of the Elysian" 

[carrionjackal 1125]

On 8/28/2020 at 11:02 AM, Celina de la feytte said:

I pursed my lips and and bent down pulled out my log book and flipped through the pages at an alarming speed looking for the name. "Nope sorry can't help you there, no one by that name came in." I put the book back away under the counter and continued to watch as both males engaged with one another. It was nice to see warmth and laughter in my shop." You'll have to forgive I'm still fairly new new to this town."

"I never judge a person by the clothing they wear, only by what's in there heart." I smiled warmly " so please if you can't find anything just tell me and I'll be happy to help you." I watched as he scanned the shop for whatever it was he might be looking for. I looked down at my own clothing, which were old and now off white an I wore boots "but I see your friend I will be sure to tell him your looking for him. If you just give me your name." 

“Thorn, just Thorn. I may be in the area for a short while, until I figure out a few leads.” He smiled again before taking his leave to browse. “I’ll let you know, certainly. I’ll at least be taking a few basics in the least.” At that, he heard the knocking coming from the entry and resumed his browsing.

He withdrew a small bit of paper from his sleeve and a bit of graphite before he began to scribble a few notes. Sage, silver thorn, chamomile, just to cover his daily needs. He had a few other charms and tinctures he might like to have on hand for travel. It might be quite the trip in the end. Though, until he was sure he was leaving the area there was no need to get carried away. There would be more time to prepare. It was simply nice to be among so many reagents and spiritual energy. It had a very welcoming feel for him.

He’d patiently browse as the owner greeted the newest patron. Periodically glancing at the more flamboyant gentleman. Unsure if he would attempt to continue his familial comparisons.

[Walk Among The Abyss 332]

The precocious wordplay this man had was well worth Beltrex’s comments. How long had it been since an entity had whipped back with clever dialogue and witty remarks? Ages? Had to be. The hunter was tangled up with ruffians and odd jobs that his conversations were so extreme that those who hired him barely knew of a dictionary let alone able to converse in high rhetoric. 

Grabbing his staff back, he played with the balance and examined the metallurgy, Impressive he thought. The staff held in his hand seemed odd, the same as a giant swinging around a thin branch he found lying on the forest floor. It suited Beltrex well though, for his years in theater had given the tall fellow experience in dancing and prancing about which translated immensely into fighting marks and vagrants.

Finding a sturdy spot on the wall, Baltrex leaned against it waiting on the two to finish their discussion as he listened in. Removing a handkerchief from a pocket, he began applying first aid, his way, to the blood that was drying up on his face. After a quick nostril release, he swapped out the rag and began rummaging around inside his coat pocket. His hands touched a small bag as he began thinking about the sunshine in the bag with a smile but pushed it aside for a crumbled paper.

I wonder if this is who he is looking for, folding out the paper to its full form and studying the details. The paper contained a rough description of the individual and a reward stated below; however, unlike wanted flyers where a crime had been committed, this one gave the impression of someone searching for this person. The flyer itself had aged, signs of multiple users picking it up and pining it up over months. There was no evidence this was even accurate. Baltrex had a hobby of collecting wanted posters and flyers and that was the answer to why he had it.

Edited August 31, 2020 by Walk Among The Abyss

[Etched In Stone 834]

Blindsense was an ability that constantly enhanced itself, but one had to constantly train their senses in order to do so. It was true, Kenshi's sight was far incapable of actually viewing the woman before him through natural means. However, that did not indicate he couldn't make out the embodiment of her features or distinguish her from the two other voices that echoed from within the blacksmith. The spiritual warrior could in fact detect and discern energy - blacks and whites, to shades of grey separated living beings form material objects to the person's intents whether they were benevolent or malicious. His seasons of discipline under the ascetic mountain monks from his homeland taught him this, to rely on the heart's judgement and the mind's eye. Three hundred years of age was actually quite youthful considering he was a Ookami. An ordinary blind human would have taken half the lifetime to perfect such abilities, but all was possible in the world of supernatural. The door bells rung through his ears and the vibrations from the walls were enough to guide him through the entrance, his bare feet were utilized to feel the slightest of tremors and as he followed the lady to escort him he gazed around intently at the ornaments and hanging armors/weapons that were used as displays as if his dilated iridescent whites could actually see them. He did, just in the sense of only being able to recognize sizes and weights of such - but it was only when he came into contact with these tools did he actually understand what exactly he was up against, holding or feeling. The shop had been far more spacious than he depicted and judging by how not a single pebble stuck to his feet, he knew she either had enjoyed cleaning the place every day or that she barely had any visitors since her opening.

The half canine Yokai lifted a hand to his straw hat and removed it gently placing it down to his side, tucking it under the arm pit as he transgressed further into the establishment. His midrift ash black tendrils parted down the center of his head free falling voluminously in it's groomed texture. Despite his actual age he appeared to be no more than his mid-twenties posing quite a feminine countenance about his oriental and youthful features. The ectomorphic male gave a gentle smirk to the one before him as he was greeted with her kind and warming words. However as she insisted on directing him to a chair, he'd known well enough that she was clearly underestimating his natural prowess and ability of which he'd make no apparent mention of at the moment, but instead returned to her an encouraging smile. The Swordslayer extended an arm to feel for the neck of the chair she mentioned and took a seat bestowing his hat onto his lap, folding the creases on the seams of his elongate summer robe and looked with tentative eyes for her location once again. Though, her voice quickly sweet sounding was soon relocated he assured her of that in his next remark.

"It's Master Momoku. The city could use more gracious people such as yourself. It is more than a pleasure to have seen this place first hand. My men and I of the Imperial Army could use some of these fine wears you so passionately speak of."

@Celina de la feytte

Edited September 1, 2020 by Etched In Stone

[Celina de la feytte 44]

On 8/31/2020 at 6:25 PM, Etched In Stone said:

Blindsense was an ability that constantly enhanced itself, but one had to constantly train their senses in order to do so. It was true, Kenshi's sight was far incapable of actually viewing the woman before him through natural means. However, that did not indicate he couldn't make out the embodiment of her features or distinguish her from the two other voices that echoed from within the blacksmith. The spiritual warrior could in fact detect and discern energy - blacks and whites, to shades of grey separated living beings form material objects to the person's intents whether they were benevolent or malicious. His seasons of discipline under the ascetic mountain monks from his homeland taught him this, to rely on the heart's judgement and the mind's eye. Three hundred years of age was actually quite youthful considering he was a Ookami. An ordinary blind human would have taken half the lifetime to perfect such abilities, but all was possible in the world of supernatural. The door bells rung through his ears and the vibrations from the walls were enough to guide him through the entrance, his bare feet were utilized to feel the slightest of tremors and as he followed the lady to escort him he gazed around intently at the ornaments and hanging armors/weapons that were used as displays as if his dilated iridescent whites could actually see them. He did, just in the sense of only being able to recognize sizes and weights of such - but it was only when he came into contact with these tools did he actually understand what exactly he was up against, holding or feeling. The shop had been far more spacious than he depicted and judging by how not a single pebble stuck to his feet, he knew she either had enjoyed cleaning the place every day or that she barely had any visitors since her opening.

The half canine Yokai lifted a hand to his straw hat and removed it gently placing it down to his side, tucking it under the arm pit as he transgressed further into the establishment. His midrift ash black tendrils parted down the center of his head free falling voluminously in it's groomed texture. Despite his actual age he appeared to be no more than his mid-twenties posing quite a feminine countenance about his oriental and youthful features. The ectomorphic male gave a gentle smirk to the one before him as he was greeted with her kind and warming words. However as she insisted on directing him to a chair, he'd known well enough that she was clearly underestimating his natural prowess and ability of which he'd make no apparent mention of at the moment, but instead returned to her an encouraging smile. The Swordslayer extended an arm to feel for the neck of the chair she mentioned and took a seat bestowing his hat onto his lap, folding the creases on the seams of his elongate summer robe and looked with tentative eyes for her location once again. Though, her voice quickly sweet sounding was soon relocated he assured her of that in his next remark.

"It's Master Momoku. The city could use more gracious people such as yourself. It is more than a pleasure to have seen this place first hand. My men and I of the Imperial Army could use some of these fine wears you so passionately speak of."

@Celina de la feytte

I watched as the other two males went about there bussiness in the apotchary part of my shop and I smiled warmly at the man who now sat elegantly on the chair I brought out for him. "It's no trouble at all, everyone should be kind to the blind and elderly. " I smiled warmly at him. Though I watched him as he seemed to be actually looking at me and I figured that was so vey odd. Then when he said he was from the imperial army both my brows shoot up, I almost gasped from the news . 

What did the Royal court want with me? Someone who had only moved here a few days ago? But I cleared my throat and straighten my posture and held my self up straight. " you do me a great honor, by visting my shop Master momoku. What is it that you are in need of that you would come to me." I was very curious about what had broughthim here to my shop. 

 

@Etched In Stone

[Mystic_Lhoth 147]

  Lhoth had heard of the shop from other passerby's for having a good supply of weapons that he could put to use. As he walked towards it he wondered if he should go for a sword, mace, or bow, he considered each with a better reluctance to pick the right number of weapons for a long journey.  Lhoth hated using weapons for a good reason, it would draw attention to his strange powers, and that was attention he didn't desire at any time. Lhoth walked into the shop, and began to inspect the weapons hoping for something exotic, and practical in his pursuit here.

  Slowly Lhoth opened the door stepping inside greeting Celina with a curt nod "Hello, I have need of a sword, Bow, and arrows, and an exotically powered crystalline shard." Taking out all the money Lhoth had gathered from others dropping currency in his woods he had gathered more than enough coin to fit the bill. Looking around Lhoth inspected the fine quality of the merchandise with great surprise, and admiration that the woman before him was so skilled in her craft. Selectively Lhoth slipped the coin onto the table then began to inspect her blades, and other wares that he desperately needed now.

  A certain sadness occupied his thoughts as of late as he was hastened to accomplish something that needed done, Lhoth gathered the items as quickly as he could ignoring the other person. Lhoth was nervous around other people for good reason as he was not one to be around others for too long, but that didn't mean he wasn't friendly enough. Gathering a Long Sword that looked pretty fine for her size, Lhoth gathered the other items with a familiarity. Then he realized that he might also need a good dagger. 

  "Sorry, I forgot to ask, would you have any good size thrusting daggers?"