The sun is pouring down, burning anybody who walked out into the sun in a massive amount of heat. The wind blows sand, from the desert, around the borderline of the savana and of the desert. The dust being blown about would sting the avarage Hylanian's or Human's eyes and mouth, if they were unforturnate to get any in either place. It smells of grain, if one could detect the light odor, because of a spill on a caravan that happened a few days ago. It also smells greatly of a combination of dust and sand. You could hear the howl of the wind, because of all the plants that it was passing through. The faint trinkle of water could be heard from the distance, also. The vantage point is one of shear briliance. There were several trees to your west, and a few trees surrounding you. There was also a vast strench of desert to your north that it was hard to tell where it started at. However, you appear to be barely in it. To your south, and basically around your feet there is grass. Also, scattered around your general location is a thin layer of dust and sand.

Suddenly, you hear a man's voice call from the west, "Hey, you want to buy something?" He was shouting in common language. If you decided to look over, you would notice he was sitting under a tree, and he was surrounded with a stall of odd trinkets and a few goods. Most of his stock were small necklaces or rings, some of them, even though it is hard to recongnized them, had their picture posted on flyers, and the flyers said that they had been stolen. Then, there was his other goods. He had several swords, multiple jars of oils, incense, magic potions, perfumes, and elixers. There were a few bottled poes and fairies, also. There were also some articles of clothing, and armor. His main attractions, however, was right in front of him, as so he could keep an eye on it at all times. Five of them were swords, and two of those five were part of a matching set. They were all shealthed, too, which made it hard to get a close look at them. Then, there was a few bottled items, most of which are unrecongizable, but one of them you can clearly tell to be gilding powder. To the left of the bottles, there was a ring and a necklace, both of which seemed to match. Last, but not least, there was a stone that was black with a tent of silver. The price tags on his valuable items could be easily seen, but they were also outrageusly high. We are talking anywhere from 700 rupees to 10,000 rupees. There was a sign on the sign that read, "Please ask me, the shopkeeper, the price of any of my lesser pieces of merchandise, because I, the shopkeeper, can't get my hands on any more price tags."

The man was dressed in a brown cloak. The hood of the cloak cast a shadow across his face, but as he stepped out of the shade of the tree, to the front of the stand, the light shined upon his smiling face. His skin color was that of Hyrulian. The cloak flapped upon, and a tunic could be seen underneath. Nothing under the belly-button line could be seen, because the stand was in the way. His smile was a smile that would cause the avarage Hylain to shuder, because it wasn't that inviting. His eyes were a shade of light green, and his nose wasn't to big or wasn't to large. Some hair stuck out from under the hood, and it appeared to be a shade of purple. However, upon further instruction, it changed to black, then to silver, then to green, it could shift whenever he wanted it, too. It would appear that he was doing it because he was either bored or he wanted to show off. Something about the way he carried himself made him look like a crooked salesman, but, as you may have already learned, not all books should be judged by there cover.

The top of a deku's head could barely be seen over the exchange counter of the stall. The deku was clearly the man's assisstent.

EDIT: Thank you HnS, I made the corrections, other than the tenses, I don't have the minutes to look over the posts and make the corrections, I have other things to do also.

~Pyre had been walking for quite a while. Only the day before he had been sitting in a tavern in the town square, when he had heard about a pecuilar man that had set up shop in the desert. The hylian would have never gone to investigate if he hadn't heard a couple of sketchy looking rogues whispering about the value of the goods at a table nearby. That sparked an interest in the rangers mind soon enough.

So here he was, trudging through the border of the Tantari desert. The wind was already picking up, and he had to pull up his silk red scarf over his neck, while holding his large red, plumed hat on his head. His cloak had already picked up one or two billows of wind, doing all it could to stop him from going on. Damn cloak...

It was by chance that he looked up and saw the merchant. He let out a sigh of relief, assuming he had found the strange salesman at last, and hurried, closing the distance between him. Soon he found that the merchant's wares were nothing special. In fact they were incredibly overpriced.

Pyralin stood open-mouthed for a moment, at the thought of being tricked into coming all the way out here, but he quickly closed it as sand flowed in. He coughed a little, and then his hat flew off, for he had released his grip. Damn hat... The hylian quickly caught it, and turned back to the vendor. He might as well make the best of the trip and see what the man had to offer.~

As he examined closer, he could see the glittering objects a lot better. Soups, amulets, weapons, and even the deku were notice able. The deku looked similar to the dekus who were the body guards of the Deku King in Terminia. As Pyre looked closer, the man realized that Pyre might want to take a closer look at the shealthed swords. Thus, he obediently complied.

As he unshealthed the blades, and put them back in the case, all five could be clearly seen. The ones that were in a set looked exactly the same. They looked like they were gilded swords, and, upon further inspection, they glowed with a magical aura. As Pyre looked at them, the man spoke out, "Those are the blades of Lost and Found, there names are Forsun and Narvinah. Among serving as your usuall swords(all these swords are special, and they can be wielded by Scholars, Vagabonds, and Grunts), they are both capible of making rifts in space, but only space, not time. It is believed that this power draws from your SP" As the man stepped back, you saw a necklace on him, and there appeared to be several of the same necklaces in the back of the stall.

Out of the other three, one was made of a material that seemed to shift through all six elements. It was a sword forged out of a metorite. The man spoke up once more, "That sword was, as many believe, forged from a metorite. It has the ability to enchant itself with any one of the six spell casting elements, and the weilder has the ability to controll that power. Thus, say you were fighting a dragon and a water creature, you could use the water enchantment on the dragon, and then use nature, if that is what the water creature is weak against, on the water creature. However, it is believed that this swords draws power from withing(I haven't decided if it should be SP or Willpower)."

Then, there were the last to, which looked the same, but were somehow, different. They appeared to have the same amount of strengh, but the power surging from them were polar opposites. "One of those swords was forged from silverdeath and the other from silverlife. They are equal in power, but the blades are on opposite ends of the spectrum. Don't worry, unless they are enchanted with Zer0 magic, they won't become zero type weapons. They are the probably near the top of the weapon's foodchain."

Some of the rings in the back could now offically be noticed as stolen.

OOC: Stats for swords yet to come. Other people can still participate. Also, this event takes place, roughly 7 to 8 months after FoG8.

A small girl, looking to be twelve or thirteen, ran swiftly through the sifting desert sands toward the vendors stand. Her short light-brown hair blew against her face and scratched her cheeks, as the sand blew roughly through the air. She seemed to be laughing, this small girl, as she ran through the desert. She only wore a short white dress, and her feet were bare. Her head moved upward and deep, knowing blue eyes observed the man's stand from all angles.

She laughed again, and ran quite quicker than before over the ground, so that she was beside the stand in a matter of moments. Her blue eyes took everything in, memorized the appearance of every trinket, every sword and stone, every necklace and ring. She dusted off her short dress and with lithe dancer's steps walked over to stand beside Pyralin. Nettle-rune Olan listened carefully to the cloaked man's words, looking over the swords with much admiration. Brilliant, absolutely brilliant.

Nett's voice suddenly permeated the air, rolling off her tongue with lustrous and elegant sound. Her voice sounded much too mature for her age, "So do the others not have names, only the gilded ones?" She seemed overly curious, and hung on every word that came out of the vendor's mouth.

~Pyre frowned deeply. The hylian was not interested in these swords, he trusted his own prowess, but he noticed their value. There abilities could let a scholar overwhelm a blade master. He had put years into training himself to become an expert with a blade, and it jarred him to see such power for sale at a casual stall.

Of course, this might not be a casual stall. The longer he thought about it, the more suspicious it seemed. The hylian was nearly lost in thought when he heard the slight sound of footfalls in the sand. He didn't react, but held his current posture. Usually he might have immediately been on guard, but the laughter that came with the steps suggested that the source was harmless.

As it seemed, he was right. A young girl came bouncing up beside him, and asked the vendor a question. Pyralin chose to wait until he answered to ask his own about the origin of the wares and blades. It seemed all to likely that the ranger wouldn't like the answer to his own question.

Even if the vendor was a thief, or had underground links, he himself didn't seem to dangerous, but just to be safe, the hylian's hands lowered to the hilts of his sword and dirk. Pyre didn't make it too threatening, but made sure that it was in plain view that he wouldn't be caught unawares.

As the wind continued to billow over the small stall, he found that, once again, he had let go of his hat. He caught himself at the last second, but it was too late. The red, plumed hat shot of his head. DAMN HAT! His long scimitar shot out of its sheath and caught the brim of his hat which he pulled back towards him before turning back to the vendor muttering under his breath.~

The vender looked over at Pyre for a minute, and noticed him grasp his blade. However, it didn't matter, his customers deserved to have the right to defend themseleves if necessary. His attention drifted over to the bare-footed figure in the white dress.

Remembering her question, he answered, "I am sorry, these were the only swords that were named when I received them." He went on to state, "Hey, how old are you really." Finally, he blurted out a quick question, "What is your name?"\

OOC: Sword stats: (Note: Unless the moderator of the stat battle gives permission, these items can only be used at my stat battles. Also, in general, these swords can't be used unless the topic they are used in occurs after this topic in the timeline).

Forsun
One handed
12 DMG
Power of Lost and Found: If the wielder wishes, they can draw 15 of their SP to create a rift in space to take them somewhere else. If not used in stat battles, the wielder must write something that states that they were sapped of energy. If these swords are duel-weilded, their DMG becomes 17 each.

Narvinah
One handed
12 DMG
Power of Lost and Found: If the wielder wishes, they can draw 15 of their SP to create a rift in space to take them somewhere else. If not used in stat battles, the wielder must write something that states that they were sapped of energy. If these swords are duel-weilded, their DMG becomes 17 each.

Metorite Sword
Two Handed
14 DMG
Metorite Burst: If the wielded wishes, the wielded can shift the element of the blade by drawing 10 per shift. The blade is set to shadow at the beginning of each battle.

Silverdeath Sword
One Handed 10 DMG
Two Handed 12 DMG
Blossomig Weapon: The sword becomes more powerful by each wilting shard the wielder obtains(they can be obtained at my events, they can also be obtained by you, as in your events, but you must make it a challange to receive or get).

5 shards= +5 to both damages
10 shards= +10 to both damages
15 shards= +15 to both damages
20 shards = +20 to both damages
40+ shards = +25 to damage, can only be wielded with two hands

Silverlife Sword
One Handed 10 DMG
Two Handed 12 DMG
Blossomig Weapon: The sword becomes more powerful by each wilting shard the wielder obtains(they can be obtained at my events, they can also be obtained by you, as in your events, but you must make it a challange to receive or get).

5 shards= +5 to both damages
10 shards= +10 to both damages
15 shards= +15 to both damages
20 shards = +20 to both damages
40+ shards = +25 to damage, can only be wielded with two hands

The desert sun beat down on another adventurer, this one a friendly old gentleman. His skin, deeply tanned by many years of wandering throughout the worlds he had been to. He wore a huge cloak, sheilding him from the sun, while under it he wore a tunic, combined with strange chainmail, and long pants, the lower part of the legs covered in heavy platemail, with bulky metal boots covering his feet. He had luxurious, straight, jet-black hair, worn down to his shoulders. His face was nearly hidden, as the hood of the cloak brooded over his forehead, but you could still make out his aquamarine eyes, shining as they did, and his large beard and mustache. Contrary to his large clothes and armor, he was quite tall, and had a narrow build.

He gazed over the desert, searching for some place for him to rest. He wasn't going to sit down now, here in the sands. You would understand if you had gotten so much sand in your pants you got yourself confused with Daytona Beach. He spotted the stand some ways off, and he was curious. I wonder, Ronald, what is this doing out here? Not many people who run stand out in the desert are to be trusted..., he thought, making his way to the stand.

He neared the stand, and stopped as he was at it. He noticed the two others who were there, and he watched closely, as one had his hands on a weapon. He couldn't make it out, but it was a blade of sorts. He looked over the wares of the stand's proprieter, wondering of the prices. "What do you want for some of those rings?" he asked, looking at the stand's probable owner.

"Another costumer," muttered the stall owner. "Hm, anywhere from 500 rupees to 1000 rupees if they are not these rings," he stated, pointing to the rings in front."These rings go for 2000 rupees to 6000 rupees."

OOC: I'll let Pabru take the next post. After I answer Pabru's post, Worru can say what he wants to about what I just said, then, if I choose not to reply, Nitara can take the stand.

~Pyre saw that he had an opening to speak, and took it. He wanted to know if there was anything more sinister behind this merchantile operation. The hylian was deliberating whether to be blunt are not and decided to be safe, but not beat around the actual question.

"So, where do these blades originate from and where did you aquire them. They seem pretty rare for a casual merchant to just find laying around..."

At the same time, he ran his hands through some of the nearby necklaces. They seemed of higher quality than even some of the jewelers in North Castle had (I'm just asumming, correct me if I'm wrong). It all seemed rather strange.~

The man first looked suprised, as if to say, 'are you calling me a casual salesman.' However, he quickly corrected himself. He replied after think about it for a minute, "My main supplier, Natheniel Wrought, is a treasure hunter; since I am a better salesman than he, he gives me his merchandise, and we split the profit. By the way, I am Ethan Weilkienain."

OOC: The storyline will develop in time, but somebody needs to bring up the rings. I will introduce Nathen after Nitara makes her post, after Worru, that is.

The gentleman looked over the rings, eyeing them cloely to inspect every single detail, from the stones that they had inlaid, from the circumferance of the finger hole thing, to the designs that they were formed upon. His gaze slowly turned from the rings on the stand to those on his own fingers. One was crystal mainly, with golden symbols around a large blue sapphire; another was completely silver, twisted into the visage of a dragon, which hid a black gem; another, completely gold, with ruby and sapphire forming the symbol of the Knights Templar; two others looked fairly normal, one made of woven wood, while the other was hanging from his belt, red with a single line of yellow on the top.

The gentleman looked at the rings on the stand yet again. "They seem rather exotic for the lands of Hyrule. Might they be from Labrynna? Or was it Holodrum?" he inquired, as he ran his fingers through his beard, thinking over buying one.

OOC: That was the best I could do, since I can't exactly remember the names of the places.

"I dunno, you'll have to ask Natheneil about that," said the man, also gazing at the gentlemans rings. However, not in a form of greed, but in a form of sadness, as if he was recollecting his life in their reflection.
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"Honey, hurry up, your going to make us late for the theater preformance," he heard his mother's voice resounding in his head. It happened roughly twenty years ago, and he remembered it better than Rorenek probably did.

"Coming," his past-self responded. He was starting to see the room again. It was light blue, it was his bedroom. He was a teenager, and he was going to take his date to the theater with his family. The bed loomed in the corner, and a sword hung on the wall. As if foreshadowing something, it fell off. Ethan quickly fixed it. They were about to leave.

Suddenly a knock occured on the door to the house. His parents, who thought it was the date, opened the door. The date walked in, followed by a man, who he later learned to be Roronek, a might conquerer, in his thirties. Ethan was watching from a crack in his door. The girl and the man drew their swords, and before Ethan's parents could scream, they had been killed. Two men, and a woman walked through the open door. "Fan the house, and find the boy," said the girl, his date. Ethan hid under his bed, as the warriors scanned his room, they almost found him. However, the family cat wandered into the room, and, in fear that it could be a shape-shifter, the warriors killed it. They forgot to check the bed while they tortured the cat, and they left. They reported that the boy wasn't there, and they shouldn't worry about him. His own date.....killed his family. He had known the girl for two years.

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Ethan snapped out of his flashback and shed a few tears, that he carefully hid.

The man noticed Ethan's look, though he obviously didn't see the tears. "They are nice, are they not? I have collected them during my travels, like one person I knew did, except that he wove the items into his hair." he said, letting a laugh escape him when he had finished.

He reached to his back, setting the straps on his swords tightly. Black Mamba Duo Full Tang Twin Fighting Swords. Both hardcore stainless steel heat treated with a black finish, the handles made of oak, contored to fit neatly into his palms. One was 18 inches long, the other 26 1/4 inches long. Both ready to use in a split second.

OOC: Like I said earlier, let Nitara post next. By bring up the rings, I mean point out that they are stolen.

IC: Ethan looked at the man for a minute, while still trying to get the images of the flashback out of his head. He then slowly answered,"Yes, they are quiet nice. Do they serve a purpose, other than decoration?" He then turned his attention to the swords. "They are nice, also. A little scary, but still nice." A thought ran through his head I wonder how fast those things could kill me.

Isabella was growing very impatient with the sand that blew around her making everything feel dry and textured. She was going to kill that boy in the square who told her that he saw someone like her in the desert. Sure, she thought to herself, There are tons of people out here with pale skin. She extended her foot out to kick a rock in her path. I don’t see anyone out here at all. She sighed and filched as sand found its way to her eyes. She reached her hand up to rub out the particles when she saw something that made her heart leap in her chest. A few yards in front of her she could make out some figures. She quickened her pace and ran towards the stand. She stopped a few feet in front of it when her eyes cleared and she saw that these were not the people she was looking for.
There seemed to be a stand of some sort. These sorts of things always entertained her. She went over and reached out to pick up one of the old trinkets, but caught herself and pulled her hand back. She looked around at the items before her and listened to the people talking, trying to mind her own business.