“It dates back to the ancient Onori people,” the sweaty, balding merchant said. “They were quite renowned for their pottery, you know.”
Jet stared at the pot, scrutinizing every inch of it. There were depictions of... ancient civilizations? She didn't really know what they did thousands of years ago, and she didn't really care. She just wanted expensive things.
“We'll take it!” Jet said. Nicolai grabbed the pot, and the merchant yelped.
“Ehm, yes, of course,” the merchant dabbed his forehead with a soiled cloth, “but about the matter of payment...”
“No need,” Jet said. Staff in hand, she bashed the merchant in the head. He fell to the floor unconscious.
“Very smooth, Jet,” Nicolai said. “Very smooth.”
Making their way back towards the Dawn Seeker, food and art in tow, Nicolai and Jet were feeling rather pleased with themselves. Theft was indeed a self-satisfying action, and Jet's horde below decks was growing ever larger with each adventure.
“Look what we got!” Jet shouted almost immediately after boarding her ship. She would certainly seem classy and sophisticated with the newest addition to her veritable museum of art. Jonathan and Fiachra would be impressed, no doubt. Unfortunately they weren't around.
She searched for them below decks, Nicolai schlepping the large pot around behind her, and ran into Fiachra. She took the pot from Nicolai and asked him what he thought about it.
“It's from the ancient, Onori people, you know. They're known for their pottery!”
“It's fake.”
“What?”
“It's fake,” Fiachra repeated. He looked at the pot and images of the object's past filled his mind. “It's about 28 years old. Not very ancient.”
As Jet had hoped, Fiachra was indeed impressed. Once again, Jet had managed to make a fool of herself.
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The Dawn Seeker carved a path through the clouds straight for the desert city of Ivares, most known for its thriving black market. The desert was also the ancient home of the Onori people. Jet was determined to own some of their world-renowned pottery, and nothing would get in her way.
Landing just far enough out of the city to not draw attention to themselves, the crew disembarked. They made their way to the city together, making pleasant small talk, laughing and reminiscing about this and that, wondering how many skulls they'd have to crack to get what they wanted—all the usual things.
Once in the city, they split up, as they usually did. The city had a number of interesting hotspots, most obvious among them the enormous bazaar that sold everything from food to furniture to pets to people. Ivares also had a large temple devoted to the worship of Ivar, the god of Mercantilism, a plaza with the finest selection of alcohol for miles (never mind that this was the only city for miles), and a carriage service that could take you to any of the desert's other landmarks: the Wizard's College, built next to a large oasis, an ancient necropolis locked up by indecipherable runes, and the Viashino's Plateau, a large cliff face home to a race of militaristic lizard folk.
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Edited by Johnny Paradise, 04 December 2014 - 04:18 AM.