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Post by littlekreen on Dec 5, 2018 22:19:40 GMT -6
Monmack's beard crawled up his face as a wash of thought rumbled his gaze to the ceiling, "Mmmm well someone with a familiar maybe then, eh? Two for one. Or in at least for free gofer. Somebody who can take a hit, hm. I can put out some feelers to see who's looking for work or just a good fit."
A slight tip of his smile and the dry comment added, "The dragon court pulls its own for sandwiches. If a prospect's good for not pouring salt on them the impulse control ought to be decent, eh?"
Monmack could think of two at the moment though the other rock-for-brain that others felt entreating an outsider for help left a morbid curiosity. Last thing the city needed was cultists running around. Though he made good funds selling the reagents for local inquiring minds. In a city this size even with what few attuned there were at least someone would notice that kind of call somewhere.
"Can't promise they'll be a good cook too but I don't sell ponies either. You want more casserole? I'd be happy to do take-out though if someone comes by to pick up," Said the same rough grin.
He wasn't familiar as much with the congregation but if they had a drop of Rahal's better habits he reckoned they were decent folk, "Though your congregation don't often meet up when I can leave the store. What wouldn't they like?"
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Post by demikara on Dec 31, 2018 19:01:42 GMT -6
"More casserole sounds wonderful." He admitted. He may be incredibly thin but he could pack away a meal. "It's really good." He moved on to the pulled pork sandwich and hummed in delight with the first bite. He really needed to come by more often to have some of Monmack's food. It really was delicious. Tyrus closed his eyes and took another bite, the pleasure clear on his face.
He finished chewing and sighed. "Someone who gets take out is fine. You know how many calories casting magic takes." More than not, that was for sure. There were very few heavy casters that didn't eat like they were starving. It took almost no time for him to finish off his sandwich as well. Still, the other had asked about his congregation.
"My congregation is mostly a quiet lot. I'm not sure how to describe them. You could find a similar one in most religions, but these tend to be either vampires, or arabic people. Not many of the curious teens find us. It's mostly word of mouth after all." They were a small congregation. "It's not like we meet up often. Once a month if there aren't any feast days." They got together for charitable days as well, but mostly they could get away with it. It wasn't always safe for them to be openly non-Christian.
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Post by littlekreen on Dec 31, 2018 21:04:29 GMT -6
Monmack smiled through his beard and stood up, "I'll get you more then. There's enough for a small mining team! Or just as many mages, eh? A dwarf busy with his pick burns as hot."
Empty bowl going with him Monmack returned to the stove and filled up another helping of casserole. Another plate got two new carefully carved out pretzel bun pulled pork sandwiches. Removed interior in a small pile for use with what inevitably fell out. The telltale scrape of a foot came from nearby showing his two helpers were near. As they'd likely finished by now they stayed out of sight though the stone on stone wasn't something that snuck around.
Terran was a thing one could learn from a book but the natives could always tell. A distinctly lacking tone of fluency one only gained by mutual conversation. The dwarves of particular agreements like monmack had that angular but flowing tone. He called out just loud enough in Terran to be heard in the other room, ((πππππ, ππ πππ'π πππππ πππ πππππ ππππ. πΊππ πππππ ππ πππ π πππππππ ππππ.))
Ponderous speech replied from the storeroom a slow movement from word to word, ((π¬π ππππππ. πΎπππππ ππππ ππππ πππ ππππ πππ.))
Another voice echoed elsewhere the floor trembled slightly one stepping with distaste through the wall, ((πΉππππ ππ πππππ. πΉπ ππππ πππππ ππ πππππ πππππ, πππππππππ, πππ πππππ. ππ ππ πππ πππππππ.))
A shifting stone humanoid form shuffled its way through the side door some petrified shifting frost with molten eyes. They fixed on Rahal an inscrutable face consisting of two magma vents. After a circular noise from the ceiling another came from the storeroom. Its entrance just a bit around the corner from Rahal's table. Trod past Rahal it stopped behind the dwarf towering over him in the high basement ceiling. Monmack turns with the bowl and plate offering it upward with an eyebrow toward Rahal. Without response twin grainy shine mountains swung around to deliver the meal.
The cliff edge of a torso collapsed its voice slowly to set down plates, ((πΏππ πππππ ππππππ ππππ ππ πππ. πΉππ πππππ ππ ππππ. πΏπππ ππππ ππππππππ πππ πππ πππππ.))
Monmack came from behind the elemental with another bottle of cider, "My two most frequent shop helpers. You can call them each Stone for now, aye?"
Monmack sat down and passed over the bottle as πππππ finally remembered to stop looming, "The humans don't take to anything outside their knowledge. They'll be more accepting of good helpers a little odder than most then? I have a few with situations hard to hold down normal jobs. They're good people though. Does it have a natural stone basement by chance?"
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Post by demikara on Dec 31, 2018 21:21:50 GMT -6
Tyrus poured himself more cider and smiled. "They ought to be. Everyone in it is aware of the unseen." He admitted and considered any possible setbacks. "I work exclusively in the unseen. So a little odder is no trouble. As for a stone basement, I don't have one, but one could possibly be dug easily enough, if I cheat like a mage." Adding a basement to a building was tricky as hell, but he could have a cellar dug, or something of the like.
He accepted the food, with no small delight and looked Stone and Stone over. "They look strong." He admitted and smiled. "No doubt that's good help around here, given how many stones you have to haul around here." The stone reagents were not exactly lightweight. The plant ones may not be too heavy individually, but there were enough of them that it could be tricky as well.
"How are you doing, Stone and Stone?" Whether the were sentient or were constructs he didn't care to probe. Manners cost him nothing regardless.
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Post by littlekreen on Dec 31, 2018 22:02:52 GMT -6
Nearest to Rahal the elemental known as Umber moved and subducted its English crackled and rough, "We tend to the stones gently taken. Helping honored dwarves. We are mossless stone discontent to stillness."
The other sat slowly downward its body folding together to boulder with arms though it spoke in harsh creaks, "Dislike Man's tunnels. Soulless horror. Ground up stone. Shadow songs in hollow colors."
Monmack sighed recognizing the meaning, "Yeap, strong tireless arms with great care in them. Their help is appreciated an older dwarf. They just don't like these subways or most the buildings. None of the careful stonework of the past eras. There's not many wanderers that come by but there's enough. Whatever's behind the stonebond it hears everyone talk of the unseen now as well. Inciting curiosity."
A thumb at Umber he added, "There's a few more curious elemental of late than ever us dwarves are used to. Some stone always touches sun they say. Good souls adapt as the mountains roll on."
He nods at the other against a wall, "The other don't usually mind me asking to deliver to places. Just no concrete floor, eh?"
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Post by demikara on Jan 1, 2019 8:50:42 GMT -6
"I could do that." He agreed. "I have more than enough land to get something put together." And it would make deliveries easier. It wasn't like he didn't have a ton of money to spend on whatever he wanted. Between his inheritance and his own work, he was well paid and well off. He smiled to the man. "We could arrange deliveries for people closer to where I live too. Not everyone likes coming into town." And he understood that well enough. It was a bit of a drive for him to come in every day.
"Besides, natural surrounding absorb magic better and that's pretty valuable given some of my students." Catherine was dangerous enough with him there to re-direct any flairs. Anything that could help absorb the excess magic was worth the cost. It was going to take her ages to develop enough control to satisfy the council. "And I could get your cooking more often, which is a plus."
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Post by littlekreen on Jan 1, 2019 19:50:37 GMT -6
Monmack lowered his eyes then nodded at Umber, "Well Stone, how about it. Do you know where the home of Rahal is? Full of singing stones plus soon the ones upstairs no less."
Slow to ponder a response the other just looked on, "Yes. The stone knows and listens. There a strong back to carry his songs safely. Ready that weathering scars shall not run deep."
A nod in response he said to Rahal, "Well get them a place to emerge and I should be able to get you things where the mundanes won't see them, by and by. Stone passing in and out every so often it'll be a magical bomb shelter soon enough. They draw up deep roots from bedrock just like my shop. Ought to keep your little soapstones from putting holes in the walls with a little shaping."
Stroking his beard to remember he continued as Tyrus ate, "Speaking earlier of soapstones to help with things I do remember one Carter Hopkins with similar bent to you. Human mage. Has a familiar that's more of a charity case than the pseudodragon wants to admit. Proud greedy things. Not sure what the dark blood magi did to it but it can cast its own glamour. Bonded hard by arithmancy and somebody's clawmark tattoo. From what Carter buys I'd wager he's Diviner and Conjurer in that order. Bought some reagents that can be used for battle magic or herblore but out of curiosity than skill I think. Works as a jeweler but has a degree in electrical engineering. Not sure how that crosses but he's doing something odd with it."
Remembering the sullen lizard he comments with a smirk, "Ha, and the Pseudodragon likes to drink but ends up just burning off the ethanol. Might be good to have a liquor black hole in your house that can't get drunk, eh?"
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Post by demikara on Jan 3, 2019 19:12:55 GMT -6
"Ha. It's the big soapstone I worry about. The little ones have classes in their school." There was a magically insulated room there too. The big one came out to the ranch because they needed to be well away from anything that might explode. Still, with the help of the Stones, he'd have an even better area, in time. He took a bite of his casserole and considered the benefits. Oh, it was definitely a good idea. He'd have to find a contractor and sell some bull shit about a root cellar or something like that, but that was easily done, or at least, it was possible.
As for the description of a possible helper, Tyrus considered that over another careful bit. Engineering, so likely good with arithmancy also. A familiar, so capable of larger magics, plus one bonded to him with arithmacy, so likely clever enough. Worked in stones, so probably decent with stone magic as well, even with a focus on divining and conjuration. Plus, a liquor black hole that would keep him on the straight and narrow through sheer force of going through any alcohol he had. "I'd like to talk to him." He said simply. "He sounds interesting and like he may be a decent fit for an assistant at least. The pay is good, if that's a concern." Given the hell that a PA would go through working for him, the pay would, of course, be excellent. "Do you think you can set up a meeting?"
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Post by littlekreen on Jan 16, 2019 19:31:20 GMT -6
Monmack nods with a smile thinking of his boys describing the twitching eye of Carter's boss, "Yehp, I know where he is during the day. On time at his personal mines every day. The boys always see him picking about at the end of the day with personal projects. Gets the work done early for it I bet."
The flat of both hands raised remembering his own taskmasters that thought leading was just punishment watch, "His foreman wishin' waiting for something to go wrong but the boy's overqualified for that drudge minder. Good pay will draw him easy off of the man."
He looked at both elementals, "Speaking of, if you've got things you'd like to do I'm all done fer deliveries but this fellow's if you don't mind."
The one in the rear stopped its eyes pulsing and looked up. The inner flame moderating at going to somewhere natural rather than the city. It turned without a word to shuffle away upstairs barely acknowledging the natural stone walls. The edges of its form phasing through reducing the flat stone to impeccable granite shine.
Umber merely stood up and left to a storeroom where some stone crockery was heard rattling through lids. The food was done but it needed putting in the fridge. The elementals didn't see the point of food but Umber was most familiar with the kitchen. The food warmed stone and that was the extent of its appreciation.
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