Frodera's Weapons and Armour Shop

[Mystic]

Frodera's Weapons and Armour Shop sat at the end of a very long street in the Mercantile district. The shop was different from many of the other weapons shops that had held this spot in the past. From the outside of the building, it was easy to tell that it had been standing there since the Elves had first occupied the city. Pieces of the trees that had been cut down could still be seen between the stone that made the building's walls. The left wall of the building still looked like it had some work to be done in order to make it look whole again. In reality, the only thing that showed that a business was run here was the wooden sign just outside the front door. The sign read



Frodera's Weapons and Armour Shop
Find Whatever You Are Looking For


Opening the strong wooden door lead to a much different look that that of the outside of the building. Just inside the wooden door, there was a very well crafted table that was used for many kinds of business trades and sales, which had a several chairs of equal craftsmanship to go with it. Behind the table was the counter that was made of the same kind of craftsmanship that was used to make the table and chair. To the right was a large fireplace that lit up the room so people could see the various weapons, armour, and other items for sale. Many weapons and armours lined the wall, showing what the shop carried; it was an impressive variety. Sword, axes, crossbows, and other different weapons seemed to go forever on the wooden walls. The left hand corner of the weapons shop had two different kinds of target ranges. One was for trying close range weapons while the second was for testing long range weapons. Sitting comfortably in the back of the store was a human of about 6 feet in height, and, from his build, not one to mess with. He was wearing leather armour, which was colored blue, under a long black cloak.

"Welcome to Frodera's Weapons and Armour shop,” the muscular man began, "where we can make and import anything that you would like. My name is Nothanta, but you can call me Razor. What can I do you for?"

Waiting for a reply, Razor put his Katana and dagger on the table. As if he had almost forgotten to mention the most important part of his speech, he quickly added more to his introduction.

"Oh, and please disarm and leave your weapons on the table if you have any. You can gladly get them on the way out the door. This just makes it easier for me to trust you, and hopefully for you to trust me." A sign on the back wall behind Razor read:

Swords:
Claymore 200 crowns
Hand and a half 150 crowns
Braodsword 100 crowns
Longsword 125 crowns
Shortsword 75 crowns
Dagger: 50 crowns
Falchion 125 crowns
Scimitar 100 crowns
Rapier 85 crowns
Main Gauche 75 crowns
Battle Axe (2-handed) 200 crowns
Battle Axe (1-handed) 150 crowns

Bludgeoning Devices:
Mace 100 crowns
Morning Star 125 crowns
Spiked Ball and Chain 150 crowns
2-headed Spiked Ball and Chain 175 crowns
3-Headed Spiked Ball and Chain 200 crowns
War Hammer (2-handed) 200 crowns
War Hammer (1-Handed) 150 crowns
Quarterstaff 100 crowns
War Club 75 crowns

Piercing Weapons and Pole Arms:
Spear
Trident
Lance
Voulge: 110 Crowns
Bec-de-Corbin: 70 Crowns
Glaive: 105 Crowns
Glaice-guisarmer: 115 Crowns
Bardiche: 100 Crowns
Awl Pike: 50 Crowns
Bill-guisarme: 80 Crowns
Fauchard: 90 Crowns
Fauchard-fork: 95 Crowns
Guisarme: 90 Crowns
Halberd: 110 Crowns
Spetum: 70 Crowns
Ranseur: 80 Crowns
Lucrene hammer: 70 Crowns
Military Fork: 35 Crowns
Partisan: 90 Crowns

Ranged Weapons:
Composite Longbow 250 crowns
Composite Shortbow 225 crowns
Longbow 200 crowns
Shortbow 150 crowns
Heavy Crossbow 225 crowns
Light Crossbow 175 crowns
Hand Crossbow 150 crowns
Javelin (bundle of 10) 100 crowns
Balanced throwing dagger 100 crowns
Balanced throwing axe 150 crowns
Bola 75 crowns
Boomerang 75 crowns
Arrows (per dozen) 10 crowns
Bolts (per dozen) 10 crowns

BODY ARMOR
Leather Armor 300 crowns
Ringmail armour (medium weight): 400 crowns
Scalemail armour (heavy weight): 500 crowns
Breastplate (light weight): 500 crowns
Chainmail armour (medium weight): 700 crowns
Splinted mail armour (medium weight): 800 crowns
Light platemail armour (light weight): 900 crowns
Field platemail armour (medium weight): 1000 crowns
Platemail armour (heavy weight): 1200 crowns
Full Platemail armour (heavy weight): 1500 crowns
Leather Greaves (arms or legs): 100 crowns
Plate Greaves (arms or legs): 250 crowns
Leather Bracers: 50 crowns
Plate Bracers: 150 crowns

HELMETS
Sallet (full face with vision slit): 175 crowns
Casque (open, conical helm w/ noseguard): 200 crowns
Basinet (pointed helmet with aventail): 225 crowns
Open-faced Helm: 75 crowns
Full Helm: 125 crowns
Visored Helm: 100 crowns

SHIELDS
Small shield: 75 crowns
Large shield: 150 crowns
Tower shield: 300 crowns
Spiked shield: +50 crowns

CUSTOMIZATION
Color tinting: +50 crowns
Crystal dust blade blending: +100 crowns
Crystal pommel, or hilt decoration : +50 to 200 crowns
Sweat-absorbent wooden hilt: +50 crowns
Decorative hilt : +50 crowns
Design on blade, hilt: +50 to 200 crowns
Jagged edges : +50 crowns
Extra spikes, studs, hooks : +25 crowns per spike/stud.etc.
Ring for belt latching: +25 crowns
Gold Etched: +100 crowns
Silver Etched: +75 crowns

METAL PRICE MODIFIERS
High Quality: X2.5
Dwarven Metal: X3.5
Elven Metal: X3.5
High Quality Dwarven Metal: X4.5
High Quality Elven Metal: X4.5
Bronze: X.75
Gold : X7
Silver : X5.5

[Damon Lycks]

OOC: Hmm, the substantial delay's between our communications must be caused by the large seperation of our locations and the numerous obstacles between us...can you hear me now? ...good

OOC2: Damon reffered to the butterfly knife first as a 'Balisong', but perhaps the clerk didn't hear that...*wink wink*...simple mistake, could happen to anyone. A nice list of weapons can be found here, and the Balisong is near the top.

IC:

Damon was a bit dissapointed. "Are you sure you haven't heard of a Balisong?" He said with hope, trying hard to not sound rude. "As for the warhammer, I think it's it's a little too much for what I'll need it for. I'll just take a war club instead, but lets keep the fasteners on it, thanks."

[Mystic]

Razor looked to the man with curiosity as he described the name of the butterfly knife as a balisong striking instant recollection to the blade. Damon then spoke of the warclub instead to which Razor liked. He was a large man who believed in quick bashing weapons to go with his strength. The war club was a good example of such a weapon.

"I know of the balisong but it's typically a thug weapon that the constabulary find on villians and scum. I can make you one but don't be thinking that I'm not going to tell the constabulary that you purchased it.

The war club is standard at 75 crowns unless you're asking for modifications. Since the hilt of the balisong is metal along with the blade, i'm gonna charge you 110 crowns for it's creation. It'll take me three brightenings to finish considering my work load. As for the club, i'll give it to you now. I always ask for half of the cost of craftmanship up front to ensure funds for the job. Thus, the club at 75 and half the balisong for 55 comes to 130 crowns."

He looked to Damon with a stern face that said the fee wasn't a negotiable price. Looking at the weapons from standard stock, it was at least fair to assume the man knew quite well what he was doing. He didn't have a look that said he needed the business either so bartering through desperation did not appear to be an option.

[Damon Lycks]

Well at least he was getting what he ordered.

"130 it is." He said not wishing to hang around too long. "Found on villains? Are you accusing your customer sir? I happen to be purchasing this balisong for a present for your information, which it isn't! You have some nerve, i'll be back in a few days, unfortunatley, maybe you'll have learned the art of customer satisfaction by then, but probably not from the looks of you!" Damon walked out, quite hot.

[Mystic]

Razor laughed hard and loud as the patron tried to belittle him. New Coldmmon was a place of safety, or at least Razor thought this, and he did not care if this infomration was given to the constabulary. He would rather be wrong and ensure he did his part to report suspicious actions and keep the streets safe for children to play on, then to do nothing and find out his weapon had been used to kill an innocent because a ugger was desperate for a few coins. It would not effect the sales in his sho none either, for he supplied all weapons to the constabulary through a contract that would carry for the next ten eras.

Razor would not allow the integrity of his shop and reputation to be comprimised because he pissed off a patron whom he had never seen in the streets of New Coldmoon before. Finishing his good hardy laugh, he sat back in his chair and lit his Paxian Cigar enjoying the aroma on his tongue when he brought it in, and in his nose when he exhaled. There was nothing as good as a Paxian Cigar that he had tasted yet.

[Crion]

Crion quietly opened the door to the shop. His eyes danced around the room, spotting immediately what he needed. He worked out the price in his head. After a brief pause, he strolled up to the proprieter.

"Hello good ssssir, I would like to purchassss some weaponsss. However you lack a certain item I am sssearching for. I wassss wondering if you did cussstom jobsss?"

Crion pulled out a small sheet of paper and laid it on the counter. It showed a four foot long oken pole with a diameter of two inches.

"I am willing to pay handsssomly, asss well, I would like to buy two of your regular sssstock itemsss. A glaive, and a boomerang. I have other buisinesss in New Coldmoon, how long do you thhink thisss will take to consssstruct?"

Crion indicated the pole he had in mind. He glanced at Damon, but quickly returned his attention to the shop owner. The other one was no threat.

[Mystic]

Razor looked to the blasted talking lizard that made it's way into the store and it almost made him smirk. He knew that Daltina had come to the rescue of the city and that his shop had taken a while to replenish his stock items. He also knew that since that time that Daltina had entered the city, that all acceptable races to the Empire had been granted authority to enter the city. Some of Daltina's soldiers had stayed behind to aid in the city protection while New Coldmoon tried to rebuild it's militia, and the Commander Arkahn had been the one to announce the ruling on all racials being accepted. It made Razor want to spit.

"The Glaize and boomerang will cost you two hundred and five crowns, Lizard." He said it with a hint of ditest. "I do custom jobs as well, but since our little skirmish with the orcs, it is taking me some time to replentish stock items, so it'll take me a cycle or more to make whatever it is you want."

[Crion]

Crion rummaged through the pouch on his belt, fishing out the gold required and laying it on the counter. He studied the human with a new found contempt.

"Disssslike me all you want human. I'm sssstill living here like it or not. I'll be back in a ccccycle to pick up my cussstom job."

He accepted his merchandise and left with a hiss. of disgust.

(OOC: How long is a cycle in real time. I truly don't know much about the time system here.)

[Mystic]

OOC: I would read thru the players guide and familiarize yourself with the concept of Fluid Time and Time Stamping. A cycle is 10 brightenings which is ten days ... but with the use of Fluid Time (FT), you can post within the time frame of a season. That is a very generic description and too much info for me to type out here ... so please read the info and then ask me any questions you might have thru a PM. I'll be happy to answer them for you.

With this in mind ... go ahead and post again with your 'return after a cycle' and we'll continue this little venture.

[Crion]

Crion wandered into the shop one cycle after the encounter with the hostile shop owner. Again he edged by the throng of customers with an easy grace and soundlessly arived at the counter. The shop keeper had his back to him, but Crion decided to change that. He rapped the back of his claws smartly on the surface.

"I have returned. Isssss it completed?"