Only a stone's throw away from Nivix lies a...bizarre looking building. It is unexplainable, dark in color, and surrounded by pipes, tubes, small spikes, and every shape known to man. The door is big and wooden and it seems to welcome you into such a strange building.
The inside is just as bizzare and unexplainable. Upon entering, you shortly see a man named Jizzix. He is a typical looking Izzet Guildmage, big glasses and white hair that is up. He is smart and constantly searching for new discoveries for his guild. At his desk, he is mixing various flasks filled with colorful chemicals. Occasionally, he will have an inspiration and he has a small pad of paper next to him where he jots things down. However, his desk is stained with many colors, evident of all his failed experiments, so beware of random explosions. He also likes to mix different color gems together to created powerful spells which he sells to fund his crazy experiments. Many of these spells he sells and there is sign with prices, but he does not like to be disturbed.
Roger finally arrived to Ravinica. He knew if he didn't keep his bearings he would get lost very quickly. He, however, quickly found his way through the city to Jizzix's Conundrium. "Hello?" he asked the Izzit inside, "I would like to sell these and buy this."
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The Izzet mage perfunctorily slides over the requested gem, takes the others, and hands back the change. Without so much as a "by your leave" or a "thank you" he returns to his musings, occasionally making notes on his pad.
OOC2: Your math was slightly off. You actually have 6 gold left.
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Someone once asked me why, when I talk about House Dimir, I don't put the word "the" in front of it.
At the time, I had no answer, but it just came to me.
Do we put the word "the" in front of God?
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Wynn slowly enters the laboratory and is greeted by a strange sight, an amorphous blob bouncing about the place with the store proprieter chasing it. The girl could only stand and rest her head in one hand, wondering how the hell the man hadn't blown himself up yet.
Still, she had business to take care of, and after a little bit of searching she found two gems she wanted. And since she had figured out in advance what it would cost, she just dumped the contents of her money purse on a counter, knowing the chronarch would examine it eventually.
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After a few moments, he bumps into an Izzet guildmage. He grabs Tai by the shoulders, and says "Don't say a word. Don't say a word. You're looking for a gem, yes?"
Before Tai can get much of a word out, he adds "You're not sure which kind, though. Right this way, we'll get you sorted out in a jiffy," and starts to drag Tai deeper into the building.
"Just sit here," the man says, more or less shoving Tai into a strange, swiveling chair surrounded by... things. Strange things. A strange horn made out of brass and looped around itself, a jar of what looks like peanut butter, and a pair of tongs are among them. What looks like a goblin helper starts to assist the guildmage. "Don't worry about the straps, it's merely a precaution. This will not take long. It's practically painless."
"I've done this procedure a dozen times," the mage says, securing Tai's head, "You may experience the smell of rotten eggs, and the sensation you've been slapped with a flyswatter. This is perfectly—"
And then, whatever was supposed to happen, happened. The sensation was very unusual. The best equivalent was that it felt like the whole world had just gone "Blamph."
Tai opens his eyes to find the chair has swiveled completely around, without him apparently noticing. There was no sign of the horn, the jar of peanut butter, or the pair of tongs. In their place was a bucket of glass eyes and a cage of small white mice. The mages start to unstrap Tai.
"Any moment now," the mage says, looking at a machine connected to the chair. "Any moment..."
A small cube-like construct pops out of a little door near the bottom of the machine. Treads pop out of the side, and a small head peeks up on top. It then speeds off into the shelves of spells. "Ah, I think it's found it," he says.
The small creature comes rolling back. It lifts itself up on its treads, and two little arms telescope out, holding out a yellowish gem to Tai. It has tinges of white, green, and red mana within. The little construct looks at Tai.
If he didn't know any better, he would have sworn that it was giving him puppy-eyes.
Tai closed his eyes a moment. "The power I seek is a...different one. One of strength, not destruction. Like..." He pulled a gem off the shelf. "Like this one."
The man makes a mad yank for the spell and wrests it from his hand as the little construct rolls back to its cubby hole, looking dejected. "What is that doing on the shelves?! That's not for sale!"
He looks at the spell, and says "I think I have one like this, though. A bit more permanent, and a bit more potent."
He grabs the construct before it returns to the device, and whispers a few things to it. It perks up immediately, and scurries off into the shelves. After a moment, it comes back, holding up a golden gem with white and green energies within.
The inside is just as bizzare and unexplainable. Upon entering, you shortly see a man named Jizzix. He is a typical looking Izzet Guildmage, big glasses and white hair that is up. He is smart and constantly searching for new discoveries for his guild. At his desk, he is mixing various flasks filled with colorful chemicals. Occasionally, he will have an inspiration and he has a small pad of paper next to him where he jots things down. However, his desk is stained with many colors, evident of all his failed experiments, so beware of random explosions. He also likes to mix different color gems together to created powerful spells which he sells to fund his crazy experiments. Many of these spells he sells and there is sign with prices, but he does not like to be disturbed.
Uncommon: 130 Gold
Rare: 180
Uncommon: 140 Gold
Rare: 190 Gold
Uncommon: 180 Gold
Rare: 230 Gold
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The Izzet mage perfunctorily slides over the requested gem, takes the others, and hands back the change. Without so much as a "by your leave" or a "thank you" he returns to his musings, occasionally making notes on his pad.
OOC2: Your math was slightly off. You actually have 6 gold left.
Someone once asked me why, when I talk about House Dimir, I don't put the word "the" in front of it.
At the time, I had no answer, but it just came to me.
Do we put the word "the" in front of God? A Storyteller is not a GM. A GM is God. God is one of the Storyteller's little minions.
Still, she had business to take care of, and after a little bit of searching she found two gems she wanted. And since she had figured out in advance what it would cost, she just dumped the contents of her money purse on a counter, knowing the chronarch would examine it eventually.
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Before Tai can get much of a word out, he adds "You're not sure which kind, though. Right this way, we'll get you sorted out in a jiffy," and starts to drag Tai deeper into the building.
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And then, whatever was supposed to happen, happened. The sensation was very unusual. The best equivalent was that it felt like the whole world had just gone "Blamph."
Tai opens his eyes to find the chair has swiveled completely around, without him apparently noticing. There was no sign of the horn, the jar of peanut butter, or the pair of tongs. In their place was a bucket of glass eyes and a cage of small white mice. The mages start to unstrap Tai.
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
A small cube-like construct pops out of a little door near the bottom of the machine. Treads pop out of the side, and a small head peeks up on top. It then speeds off into the shelves of spells. "Ah, I think it's found it," he says.
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
If he didn't know any better, he would have sworn that it was giving him puppy-eyes.
"Is this the spell you're looking for?"
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The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
He looks at the spell, and says "I think I have one like this, though. A bit more permanent, and a bit more potent."
He grabs the construct before it returns to the device, and whispers a few things to it. It perks up immediately, and scurries off into the shelves. After a moment, it comes back, holding up a golden gem with white and green energies within.
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Tai and the man started to work out the details.
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The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
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