11-02-2007, 08:23 PM
*Galen walked towards the Britain bank, the commotion grew almost unbearable to his own ears.*
(Patron noise)
Ill SELL IT FOR.... I WANNA BUY THAT MOMMY!. NO ITS MINE.... GIMME NOW OR DIE.... NO 5 GOLD PIECES, NO 10!!!!!!
*It was as if their lives depended on the bank area to live. There were hardly any trees left near the bank, any that were there before were removed so more people could join the parade.*
*Galen walked into the bank and asked a banker to store his items into a safe box for him until he came back to receive them back.*
(Galen)
Sir, excuse me sir! I need to bank these items for a short period, give me a temporary storage box.
(Banker 1)
Sure thing sir! Right away! Would you prefer to buy our really secure box made of daemon steel or just a regular wooden box? The improved box costs 100 gold for one day!
(Galen)
No thank you, its nothing expensive. Besides, you are a bank, how often do you get robbed?
(Banker 1)
Haha sir surely you jest! No we do not get robbed, the guards here are very well paid in order to prevent such matters. The money is not for profitable gain, it is merely to help feed the homeless.
(Galen)
Ahh I understand. Unfortunately, I do not have that type of gold on my person at this time, but I will surely remember this next time!
(Banker 1)
Thank you sir, you are very kind. Have a blessed day!
(Galen)
May the gods be with you.
*Galen looked around him to make sure no one was watching him, there was none. Perhaps he was being paranoid, but this was a very sophisticated dream, it had to have meant something.*
*Galen started to head toward the mages tower near the very back of the town. It was quite a walk, it took him nearly half an hour to reach the tower. Along the way there were hardly any signs of activity, except near Lord British's castle, other than that, the townsfolk seem to be imbedded into the stones near the bank.*
(Galen)
WOOOOOOOOW
*Galen was in aw by the massive tower. It looked as if it were made of the finest stone, shiny yet still having the rough texture that stone has. It stood nearly three houses high with a point at the top. The shingles were a deep ocean blue. It seemed to have a unique aura surrounding it as if the structure itsself were made of magic rather than by sweat.*
(Magician 1)
Greetings and welcome to the Mage Tower here in Britain! My name is Bolar, I am a spirit speaker and a healer. What can I help you with today?
*Galen explained his situation to Bolar. While doing so, Bolar did not look suprised in the least, as if he expected those words to form from human tongue for a long time.*
(Bolar)
Come this way please.
(Continued tomorrow)
(Patron noise)
Ill SELL IT FOR.... I WANNA BUY THAT MOMMY!. NO ITS MINE.... GIMME NOW OR DIE.... NO 5 GOLD PIECES, NO 10!!!!!!
*It was as if their lives depended on the bank area to live. There were hardly any trees left near the bank, any that were there before were removed so more people could join the parade.*
*Galen walked into the bank and asked a banker to store his items into a safe box for him until he came back to receive them back.*
(Galen)
Sir, excuse me sir! I need to bank these items for a short period, give me a temporary storage box.
(Banker 1)
Sure thing sir! Right away! Would you prefer to buy our really secure box made of daemon steel or just a regular wooden box? The improved box costs 100 gold for one day!
(Galen)
No thank you, its nothing expensive. Besides, you are a bank, how often do you get robbed?
(Banker 1)
Haha sir surely you jest! No we do not get robbed, the guards here are very well paid in order to prevent such matters. The money is not for profitable gain, it is merely to help feed the homeless.
(Galen)
Ahh I understand. Unfortunately, I do not have that type of gold on my person at this time, but I will surely remember this next time!
(Banker 1)
Thank you sir, you are very kind. Have a blessed day!
(Galen)
May the gods be with you.
*Galen looked around him to make sure no one was watching him, there was none. Perhaps he was being paranoid, but this was a very sophisticated dream, it had to have meant something.*
*Galen started to head toward the mages tower near the very back of the town. It was quite a walk, it took him nearly half an hour to reach the tower. Along the way there were hardly any signs of activity, except near Lord British's castle, other than that, the townsfolk seem to be imbedded into the stones near the bank.*
(Galen)
WOOOOOOOOW
*Galen was in aw by the massive tower. It looked as if it were made of the finest stone, shiny yet still having the rough texture that stone has. It stood nearly three houses high with a point at the top. The shingles were a deep ocean blue. It seemed to have a unique aura surrounding it as if the structure itsself were made of magic rather than by sweat.*
(Magician 1)
Greetings and welcome to the Mage Tower here in Britain! My name is Bolar, I am a spirit speaker and a healer. What can I help you with today?
*Galen explained his situation to Bolar. While doing so, Bolar did not look suprised in the least, as if he expected those words to form from human tongue for a long time.*
(Bolar)
Come this way please.
(Continued tomorrow)