Post by corvin on Mar 26, 2012 17:23:49 GMT -5
A sign has been stuck on the clock tower. It reads simply, in ink tat changes color on the whim of the reader.
We've relocated our Market to avoid being caught: We'll be hitting Priory soon, and we've a few new Vendors shopping their wares.
Also, please try Anna Morcum's delicious hedgerow pies: Guaranteed to make you forget your favorite homemade dish!
((The Goblin Market is primarily based on Changeling: The Lost.
It is an Esotoric Market, where money is worthless. At the Goblin Market, everything is based on Contracts, and Barter. An example or two of a typical Market exchange:
Selene is a Spinner; from her Spineret, she produces the finest of spidersilk clothes. Upon settling them on you, they change into whatever outfit you wish. However, should they get wet, they become rags covered in cobwebs.
Her price? The color of one eye, the taste of a favorite food. Any sor tof sensory input is her love.
The Rose Runs Red is a florist. In his gardens, brambles as thick as a house can be bought, that entwine interlopers. Flowers that never die so long as they are greeted each day by their chosen owner, and chage color on the whim of the person. Roses that can be shot from a bow and cause thorns to drive into the skin.. All he asks for, is a cherished childhood memory.
If anyone is interested, or has questions, please Whisper Corvin.
We've relocated our Market to avoid being caught: We'll be hitting Priory soon, and we've a few new Vendors shopping their wares.
Also, please try Anna Morcum's delicious hedgerow pies: Guaranteed to make you forget your favorite homemade dish!
((The Goblin Market is primarily based on Changeling: The Lost.
It is an Esotoric Market, where money is worthless. At the Goblin Market, everything is based on Contracts, and Barter. An example or two of a typical Market exchange:
Selene is a Spinner; from her Spineret, she produces the finest of spidersilk clothes. Upon settling them on you, they change into whatever outfit you wish. However, should they get wet, they become rags covered in cobwebs.
Her price? The color of one eye, the taste of a favorite food. Any sor tof sensory input is her love.
The Rose Runs Red is a florist. In his gardens, brambles as thick as a house can be bought, that entwine interlopers. Flowers that never die so long as they are greeted each day by their chosen owner, and chage color on the whim of the person. Roses that can be shot from a bow and cause thorns to drive into the skin.. All he asks for, is a cherished childhood memory.
If anyone is interested, or has questions, please Whisper Corvin.