Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140210211511/@comment-3293219-20140214120852

Kaizen made his way to the center of town, hoping to find an alchemy shop that sold soul gems. It took him a few minutes of wandering through the central business district but he eventually found it.

''All things alchemical... ''

He was surprised that it was still here; he bought his first set of ingredients from this place and made an acidic poison, that dissolved his target's stomach from the inside out. The argonian was rather proud of that one...

He wasn't much of an alchemist, he often got help from the old man but he never taught Kaizen. It was no secret; that Kaizen despised the Old Man and the same amount of loathing was returned, though at the same time, he had grown to respect him before his expiration date.

The Black Argonian sighed as he stepped through the door, approaching a dunmer girl. Judging by her age and enthusiasm, she was, presumably, a shop assistant. She was too cheery to be the owner, no worry of finances or the drudgery of dealing with customers, every day for the best part of a decade before they inevitably drink themselves to the gutter. Life was still sunshine and rainbows for this girl as she hummed and grabbed at the ingredients and potions.

Kaizen stepped through the door, allowing it to shut with a loud 'clunk.' This mad her jump, slightly embarrassed that she had been caught in a cheery mood as she spun around to greet him.

"Can I help you sir?"

<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Kaizen didn't answer her, trying to locate the soul gems...

<p style="line-height: 16.5pt;">''<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Perhaps they're behind the counter... ''<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">

<p style="line-height: 16.5pt;"><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">"Do you need healing potions for your face?" The girl prompted, trying to be helpful.

<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Kaizen had noticed a, slight, burning sensation on the left side of his face... like sunburn. He reached up and grabbed it, stroking his fingers across it and deciding that it wasn't worth investing money into its recovery.

<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">"No... I was looking for soul gems." He corrected her.

<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">"Right... I think we had some." The girl mumbled as she opened the cabinet in front of her and fumbled around. "Charged?"

<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">"Yes."

<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">She drew a grand soul gem, not the black soul gems of his day but they'll do...

<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">"That'll do."

<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">He walked over to the counter as he drew his coin purse. Carrying his money in several, large, coin purses was the best way to carry it. It had a number of benefits when bartering and you can easily give a robber the least valuable of the coin purses, if you were robbed.

<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Of course, Kaizen would never, willingly, choose to hand his money over in a robbery.

<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">He took the soul gem and stuffed it into his pocket, throwing the bag on the table, it burst open and the coins poured out, onto the counter.

<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">"Do you have an enchanting desk?"

<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">"Erm... yeah, we do, round back but I don't know if we're allowed to let customers use it." The dunmer mumbled as she slid the coins across the table. She had quickly deduced that he had paid far too much...

<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">"May I use it?" He asked, he wouldn't take 'no' for an answer...

<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">"Erm..." The dunmer thought for a second, struggling to make an executive decision. "Sure."

<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Kaizen nodded and stepped through, to the back, taking a seat and drawing Petra's swords. He pressed the soul gem against them and began to work his magic. He'd turn them into the ultimate weapon against Mikasa and her shadows, like the artifacts of Meridia, it would now emit light and cast that light onto its enemies, making them burst into flames.

<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">He was reminded of his greatest work, The Spear of Bitter Mercy, a docile artifact that was transformed into a god killer. He was nowhere near as driven right now but that wasn't, really, possible. Not as much was at stake...

<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-themecolor: text1; mso-ansi-language: EN;">The light of the soul gem died out as he finished improving the blade, its form had changed, slightly, in the process. He held the sword up to the windows, watching as the light shone through it and pointed at him in a precise beam, like a child with a magnifying glass. He basked in the warmth of the light before lowering the sword and getting up, returning to the girl he had left waiting by the chapel, ready to break the news...