Thread: Ascension [SpiceFox X Krimson Kane]

Jericho let out a frustrated groan. This IS the amount of money you're asking for, he finally barked, losing his patience. A box popped above the merchant he was trying to do business with. Speech checked Failed- it read. The merchant furrowed his brow, folding his arms. You're not going to bully me around, he told me. 50 gold or no deal. Jericho's arm shot out, pointing at the sign hanging above the merchants stall. It says right there that the alchemy kit is 40 gold! he yelled, his pale face turning a few hues more red. I'm not bullying you! I'm literally- Speech check Failed HOW THE FUCK IS THAT EVEN A SPEECH CHECK?! Jericho screamed in rage. The merchant was unmoved. 50. Take it or leave it. Jericho had finally had enough no more arguing. You know what, you stupid piece of shit, Jericho reached into his pocket, with the amount of gold he needed pulling out, as if magically, in a bag. He threw it at his face, with the merchant not even phased. Just give me the damn kit and let's call it a deal, okay? The merchant wordlessly extended a large, black box his way, with Jericho ripping it from his hands. He stormed off, too angry to even think about where he was headed. He listed off nearly every swear that he could think of. Fuck speech checks, he growled. After unintentionally walking in a circle in the market area of the starting town, Jericho took a seat on a bench, unboxing his purchase. Glass bottles and vials were inside, along with a bunch of other gear he wasn't exactly sure how to use. A small book was inside as well, going over basics for using alchemy. He tussled his short, dark hair as he read the confusing instructions. Although he was level 2, he had to admit to himself that he didn't know as much about the game as he would have liked. He removed everything inside of the box, placing the items within his trench coat. As if by magic, they disappeared, though he could feel the added weight to his person. He began to wonder how much more he could carry. Considering he had to sell nearly everything just to get what he needed for his build, he knew he wasn't going to be bogged down by the weight anytime soon. The brown tench coat he wore was a simple one, not adding much to his protection. It was mostly just to carry his gear without having to tote around a large pack like the other noobs he saw. He watched the nearby fountain, seeing a noob with an oversized backpack hobble along. The large, double edged blade on his back, which was attached by a snapping loop, bumped into the back of the bench as he stood up. He glanced behind him, wondering if any damage was done. Thankfully, both blades were sheathed. Jericho made his way over to the fountain, staring at his own reflection in the water. The human form he took was like the one in real life. Although it may not have been that original, he felt it was fitting. He found no sense lying. He was tall, broad shouldered, and had what his mother used to call distant, lonely eyes Whatever that meant. He changed only their color, turning them from a dark brown to a deep purple, matching the purple shirt underneath his opened coat. His trousers were a dark brown, matching his coat, with his boots being black, though scuffed. I should probably head back out into the fields, he said to himself in a somber tone.