Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140905103828/@comment-24449631-20140905213410

Arvin padded himself down for a pouch of coins but couldn't find one.

"Damn..." He sounded distressed.

The Nord opposite him at the Table looked up from his mug, a bit of beer foam hung on his beard.

"What is it?"

"So for this trick I'll need... a few septims. But I can't find any." Arvin sighed

"Mind if you could provide me a few"

The Nord looked defiantly at the offer of the Breton.

"pfft, Why should I?" The red nosed giant of a man asked. followed by a slight hiccup. Evidently, the man was already a bit drunk.

"Well, then I can't show you this little trick of mine."

The Nord still wasn't convinced.

"What 'trick'?" He frowned down at the skinny well dressed man.

"How to double the amount of money you own with a simple alchemical solution." Arvin whispered, pretending it was for the Nord's ears only.

The Nord smiled.

"I don't believe you."

Arvin sat back in his wooden chair.

"Well, if I can't show it to you, of course I can't prove it."

The Nord smiled, his clean-shaven red cheeks glancing in the candlelight.

"Who's to say you wont run off with my money."

Arvin laughed.

"Gerunt, my man. I would never do such a thing. besides, you'd catch me in no time. Someone as fast and strong as you..."

The Nord tried not to show it, but he liked the compliment, which was ultimately true as well. He WAS stronger and faster than this small man. He also couldn't help but be interested in the breton's proposal.

"Alright." The Nord gave in, dropping a well loaded pouch in front of him on the table.

"But I'm keeping my eye on you."

Arvin nodded.

"I won't run away, I promise."

After that, the Breton looked around, making sure no one saw him. And pulled two little flasks out of his pocket. While he did so he explained:

"Everyone knows, that Septims are casted and smelted out of Corovian Gold..."

The Nord nodded, even though he didn't actually know this 'fact'

"And liquidised firesalts are used to thin them out, that way the coin doesn't get excessively big or thick."

The Nord frowned again.

"Yes... But what does that have to do with 'doubling the amount of money'?"

Arvin rolled his eyes.

"I'm getting to that."

"When the firesalts are applied, you can basically copy the coins if you concentrate your magical essence on it. A bit like this."

Arvin held a coin up that he had gotten from the pouch, he shifted his finger and simply revealed a second coin behind it.

"Easy."

The Nord's eyes lit up. Amazed by the idea it was 'that' simple

"By Ysgramor's beard, but... I don't do magic."

"Well you DO have magical essence, right?" The Breton quizzed

The Nord shrugged. "I guess. I've casted a fire spell once."

"Than this should be a cakewalk"

Arvin placed the coins at the side of the table and looked at the Nord, as he grabbed the little flasks of liquidised firesalts and screwed the top off.

"Careful!" Arvin warned.

"Get any of this stuff on your hands and it burns right through. it's highly corrosive."

To demonstrate, the Breton poured a bit on a metal bolt of the table. it sizzled right through.

The Nord gulped.

"That seems pretty dangerous alchemy indeed."

"Not having second thoughts are you?" The Breton mocked the Nord.

Gerunt felt as if the Breton was insulting him now, if it wasn't for his little proposition he'd have punched his teeth out by now.

"No..." He eventually muttered.

"Good."

"Now what you need to do is place a coin on the table and put your hand on top of it like that..." Arvin placed his hand on one of the coins he had kept on the table.

"And balance a flask with the firesalts on top of the back of this hand." Arvin carefully placed a flask on his hand. "Then you need to concentrate your magical energy on your hand, let the liquidised frostsalts boil and voila! you've got two coins." He quickly picked the flask back up from his hand. And showed only one coin under his hand. obviously the process needed more concentration, but this was after all just an instruction.

"You ready?" Arvin asked the Nord if he was absolutely sure.

"I don't see how having a flask on the back of my flat hand is going to affect the coin underneath it but ok... if you're wrong I can just beat the crap out of you."

The Breton smiled meekly.

Arvin placed two coins in front of the Nord.

"it goes faster that way."

The Nord sighed, he had it with all the explaining, he wanted results! And instictively placed his left hand on one and his right on the other.

Arvin then quickly placed both flasks on Gerunt's hands.

The Nord concentrated and kept his hands stiff and flat, he didn't want any of the flasks to fall over and burn himself pretty badly.

"Alright, what do I do now?" The Nord asked, realised his hands were now practically pinned down on the table.

"Now..." Arvin smiled.

"I take my leave."

The Breton casually leaned forward without any real hurry and picked up the well loaded pouch.

And Walked off.

The Nord smiled at first but ultimately it didn't seem like the breton was coming back.

"... Hey!"

Unable to stand up he yelled

"You said you weren't going to run away!"

I'm not...

I'm 'walking away Arvin smiled to himself as he joyfully strolled out with his new pouch.