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Just want to make a historical record like we have had in the past. It would be nice to list all the Bazaar items that were sold. Anyone care to post what was sold?
Lindire, the woodcarver says, "Ah! Let me show you what I have!"
vial13266 a curved claw vial 50 1000gp
pot164034 a sandstone pot 30 3000gp
deck72850 a tentacled deck 25 4500gp
statuette378488 a carved Khulian statuette 20 8000gp
To buy something, BUY <thing> FROM Lindire.
Kelath, keeper of the beasts says, "Ah! Let me show you what I have!"
ticket538068 an emerald ticket for the first Itinerant Mo 999 10000gp
buffalo269338 a putrefying undead buffalo 20 25000gp
To buy something, BUY <thing> FROM Kelath.
deck72850 a tentacled deck 24 4500gp
Therine says, "Ah! Let me show you what I have!"
doll259476 a wooden stacking doll 20 5500gp
top25662 a spiral top 9 1800gp
chalkboard165567 a small chalkboard 9 25000gp
plush431879 a feral hellcat plush 39 4500gp
doll267977 a dancing imp doll 40 4500gp
doll52975 a lounging Imp Lord doll 28 5000gp
To buy something, BUY <thing> FROM Therine.
Ordruin, a troll leatherworker says, "Ah! Let me show you what I have!"
pouch312326 an embroidered fish pouch 14 9000gp
sheath463505 a gelatinous sheath 20 7500gp
baldric509234 a sturdy baldric 19 7000gp
loop557315 an anthropodermic beltloop 20 7500gp
belthook112992 a gnome-face belthook 19 6500gp
scabbard309812 a twisted scabbard of steel and bone 15 7500gp
To buy something, BUY <thing> FROM Ordruin.
-----Sculpted from pristine porcelain and glazed to a state of perfect, vitreous glossiness, the surface of this cylinder murmurs regal beauty to all who gaze upon it. Fine canals of gilt caress the container's surface from one end to the other, tracing along its curvature in spiralling motions. Breaking the serene grace of the scrollcase, a set of unusually thick, aureate chains strangles its construction and renders the contents completely inaccessible by mundane means. A small padlock etched with an hourglass holds the bindings together and ensures they do not give in to the probing of curious hands.
-----Carved, shifted, and bound, the eonian custom of leavings reclamation endures within woven strands of twisted integument, its innumerable lengths snarled and arrayed in a macabre display of ever-during efficiency and daring flourish. An unembellished clasp of prosaic <Metal?> permits effortless donning and extraction, its joint basted to the leather with coarse, fibrous tresses and secured in perpetuity with a matching twine of <colour>. Leering from its basal throne, a <God Symbol/Symbology> bleached remnant endures as a final testament to the loop's benefactor, willing or otherwise.
----- Wrought of pale bone and blackened steel, funereal majesty and martial practicality marry in sombre union to form the body of this scabbard, broad enough to accomodate even the largest of blades. Grim helices of scrollwork enfold the sombre metal in the embrace of innumerable leering skulls rendered time and time again, the eyeless sockets of the fallen scribed in mute tribute to brutality and carnage. A single mark holds pride of place upon the throat of the sheath, the unmistakable wheft of a great twohanded claymore suffused in all the dusky hues of shadow and gloaming denoting allegiance to Osterrych Citadel.
a sturdy baldric of runed leather
A tanned strap of chestnut leather, embossed with the ancient symbols of Runelore, loops around the wearer's shoulder to connect with a rudimentary buckle in a simple yet efficient design. A handful of burnished steel rings are affixed to the back, carefully shaped and aligned to provide a suitable location for any large implement to be sheathed. A second belt, fashioned of the same material, secures the baldric to the upper waist, ensuring that the weapon is always prepared and ready.
an arcane book
Aged, ebon leather lines this hefty tome, debossed with arcane symbols of cryptic origin and alien structure. Dancing like a celestial aurora along the markings, a faint light traces the cover's indentations with a slow, measured pace in occasional pulses. A small, brass latch helps keep the book shut when not in use, a pearlescent eye of uncanny realism perched upon the clasp. Within, the pages are yellowed and ancient in appearance, their scent reminiscent of the oldest, mustiest of libraries.
The Sturdy Baldric has a different description depending on what Knight Class (or Sentinel) you have.
So for those not of those classes, they are different.
The scroll case either opens with play time or will be open now, it contains a very long scroll and functions as a normal container once opened.
I've never gotten to check out the bazaar before, does the scroll case decay? How much is it? I'd like it for... well, scrolls and journals
Everything but the books decay, you can get them non-decayed for 50 customization credits. To get one will be costly, I think people are selling them for 300k right now. You are better off hoping a friend got one to share honestly.
@Adrik Woah, didn't know that! That's pretty fantastic.
a gelatinous sheath
A colloidal mass of mucilaginous ooze clings to itself in a spherical blob of peculiar origin,
acting with sufficient viscosity to serve as a mucoid sheath for any blade or dagger deposited
within. The gelatinous slime gleams an oily-black, metallic particulates suspended throughout
shimmering as they reflect incoming light, scattering the visible spectrum in hues of bright violet
and deep azure. Quivering at the slightest motion, the psychedelic substance is mesmerising in both
composition and purpose.
It has 96 months of usefulness left.
It weighs about 3 pounds and 8 ounce(s).
It bears the distinctive mark of Ordruin, a troll leatherworker (a denizen).
You slide an Azatlani sacrificial knife into a gelatinous sheath with a quiet 'swish'.
The mucilaginous glob of oily-black ooze accepts an Azatlani sacrificial knife into itself, viscous
material seeping in to encase the weapon in slime.
The air around an Azatlani sacrificial knife vibrates as you swiftly unsheathe it from a gelatinous
The colloidal mass of gelatinous ooze quivers in response to the passing motion, releasing its
viscous grip upon an Azatlani sacrificial knife with a sickening slurp.
A stained glass journal:
Stained glass polished to a flawless sheen offers an exterior to this delicate, fragile journal.
Embossed with butterflies in every colour of the rainbow, the wild assortment of insects dances in a
chaotic panoply across both front and back, each slow-sweeping, patterned wing a glimpse and denial
of the parchment and paper bound within. Here the simple red admiral, there a brilliantine
glitterlight, even the translucent wings of those native to Nur find a place within the swirling
storm of the cover. Morpho caterpillars crawl along the base and binding, their form part-cocoon as
wings of bright azure burst forth in a transformation captured midway through its metamorphosis.
A curved claw vial:
Harvested by an intrepid hunter, this wolf's claw ranges from a woody brown hue at its sharp base,
to a pallid white where it was separated from the paw. Removal of the quick affords a natural
container, expanded by the woodcarver to serve as a vial. Carved to resemble a wolf's snarling face,
and soaked in a ruddy dye, a wooden stopped seals the vessel. About the once-weapon's curve are
carved a series of tiny figures, each a simple assortment of lines poised in the varied poses of the
A sandstone pot:
Neither join nor seam marks either inside or outside of this pot, its form seemingly sculpted from a
single block of quarried stone. Muted beige entwines with deeper hues of titian flame in swirls of
finely grained shale, its result the impression of a breaking wave endlessly flowing with each turn
and change in the eye's perspective. Wending about the lip, an inscription offers up its golden
epigraphy to the viewer, seemingly part of the rock's very substance.
A tentacled deck:
Salt-silvered and grained in blue, the wood of this Tarot deck bears all the hallmarks of being
salvaged from the sea. From within the box's wooden surface blinks an orange-rimmed eye, its
strangely horizontal pupil affording a most unnerving glare. Grasping the top and bottom of the
deck, and protruding from within its accordion folds are eight tentacles, their blue-black surface
sheened in perpetual moisture.
A small chalkboard:
Encased within a frame of richly hued cherrywood sits a solid piece of slate roughly a quarter-inch
thick and one foot square in dimension. Slender white veins creep across the surface of the stone,
which is completely smooth and perfect for writing upon. A pattern of geometric starbursts graces
the edge of the woodwork, painstakingly carved so as to rise above and fall below the main surface.
Several pieces of chalk are tucked away in small sliding chamber in the bottom of the frame, and
twin metal clasps hold a slender eraser to the top of the board.
A feral hellcat plush:
A wild look dominates this miniature cat's plush demeanour with intense glass eyes that burn an
incendiary red. Wrapped in a worn, harrowed coat of fur, several blotches of exposed canvas are
horrendously scarred where the toy feline has sustained past injury. Menacing claws and sharp teeth
are perpetually on display.
A dancing Imp doll:
Diminutive even by doll standards, and even more so by imp expectations, this wooden figure is not
even half a foot tall. Reddish-brown cocobolo forms the toy's body, intricately carved to show even
uncomfortably realistic warts all over the creature's gnarled skin. Attired in an oversized blue
jerkin and a jester's hat, there can be no doubt that this servant's business is entertainment, for
even the slightest movement produces a pleasant jingle from the bells adorning its scant clothing.
It holds a small torch in its right hand, the flame represented by a bit of crimson-dyed wool. A
small, brass ring protrudes from its back, begging to be pulled by any mind curious, playful, or
simply bored enough to try.
A lounging Imp Lord Doll:
Smaller than even the smallest imp, this rendition of the Imp Lord captures all of his regal bearing
in wood and cloth. Eschewing a crown, the doll wears a tiny iron helmet atop his golden curls of
wool. Stitched to his left hand is a cloth spear bearing embroidered jewels, while his left is
affixed to a tiny wooden goblet. Supporting his lordly self is a crudely-carved chair, the offcut
pieces of wood hastily gilded to resemble a throne.