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Wrath walked into the junkyard and picked out what he wanted. He then walked over to the owner and paid in full. He counted out the money and handed Broadstripe the five gold coins necessary to pay for the swords. When questioned why he would buy so many swords, he stated, "Every new smith must start somewhere." Then He put the swords I his rucksack and headed back to Scarlet. "If you want to buy something while we're here, this is your chance."


Name: Wrath
Buying from Broadstrype: Old sword [10]
Total Cost: $500

"Next up is a Bait and Tackle shop. They have an item I will need for simple armor making," Wrath explained after Scarlet returned to him. He smiled. "I havea dream, and I hope I can make it true one day."

Zwist had traveled far and away from his homeland of the Wyndrakes. The power had hoped to unlock and the skills he wanted to develop were only part of this journey. He had to build a reputation. A good reputation to show that not all dragons possessed the greed and desire to dominate others. Its why most Wyndrakes remain in their human form, concealing their dragon identity unless needed.

He had come across the Junkyard in the Saikasame Province of Graun, not for the junk but because he heard of unruly rodents that ran amok and caused problems for the owners. It sounded like grunt work to normal dragons, and hunting rats was beneath most with any dignity, but Zwist had wanted nothing more than to start from the bottom up. His determination propelled him forward with the desire to find these pesky rodents and put them in their place so that others might search the junk piles in peace for the items they required.

During his adventuring, he had come across many nasty animals and beasts of the wild, but nothing seemed quite as ferocious as the first rat he had encountered. He spun his dagger from his belt and charged in at the little feral rodent. His blade met hard solid teeth which clamped down hard on the edge in defiance. Zwist calmly let it flow, just like the wind, using his strength to wrench the rat up and slam it down, hard. The rat fell unconscious as it's body smashed into a metal heap of scrap before Zwist planted the killing blow to it's neck, just behind the head. That was the other redeeming quality of Wyndrakes, that didnt brutalize their opponents in combat or go for the overkill, finding such cruelty to be beneath them.

Continuing along the junk yard, looking for the prey he was questing to kill. He kicked another rat in the side before it noticed him there, the beast let out a horrifying screech, and then two other rats came to its side. It was now three against one, to a normal person at least, but to a Wyndrake, this was just target practice. Zwist carefully dodged one rat as it lunged past him, let the second assistant rodent bite his boot, which promptly busted its teeth in, albeit leaving a few scratches on his nice shiny metal greaves. He then rushed forth at the third and original target, planting a swift strike with his knife to the same spot as his first kill. Leaving it stunned and dead, he promptly turned as the last remaining rat screeched and then came back at him to try and get the sneak attack. Zwist carefully turned and threw his knife into the rat's skull... the blade of the old stone blade sticking in with a resounding thud, and then their was silence. There was peace in that moment, the afterglow of violence and murder. Hunting and slaughter. The Wnydrakes were deadly, no fact hidden on that, but Zwist said a silent prayer for each life he had ended that day. He prayed that with their sacrifice, he would find strength.

Mickey has often come to the junkyard over the past four years. It was a nice place to get some hunting experience and a bite of meat and money to. He has learned quite a lot from chasing after the rodents here. Today he was back for more, having run out of rat meat. The young Jagger knew right where the wood pile was thanks to all his past outings here.
He crouched down low at on all four paws, watching for any movement. His tail slowly swayed back and forth as he played the waiting game. It was only about three minutes when he spotted a nice sized rat peeking out of the wood pile. Mickey quickly sprang in to action, racing at the small creature. It was fast, but he was faster. The twelve year old pounced just in time to keep the rat from escaping back in to the pile of wood.
Mickey took the kill away from the pile to separate the meat from the rest of it for him self. He kept all of it for now in order to prove the kill to Hakuun 'Wraithbane' Broadstrype after he was done. For now he headed back to the wood pile to get another one or two of them. He had spotted another rat as soon as he was back and pounced on the creature quickly, clawing into its flesh, killing it rather quickly so it would not suffer.
The young feline did the same thing with separating the meat from bone with this one like the first rat, before going back to crouching and waiting for a third rat to show up. It was about six minutes of waiting this time before his sharp eyes caught movement once more. This rat was on the small side, but Mickey did not mind. It would still bring in the same amount of reward money as any other rat, and meat was meat after all. The small size made it harder to get to though when it dove back in to the wood. The jagger growled not wanting to lose it, so dug in to the pile after the critter. He had gone rather deep and the small hole would be dangerous because of possible collapse, but Mickey pushed on. It paid off though. The small rat was lost, but two larger ones bite his hand. He crushed them both and quickly got out of the wood. Four rats seemed good for the moment.
Mickey headed for Hakuun’s office to show the rat kills.


Name: Mickey
Quest: Rat Hunting

words: 426
+4 Rat Meat
+$20

Morlee entered the junkyard with his friend and snickered as the owner stared at Arrow. He then checked out the wares to see if their was anything that he wanted to buy. After searching for a few minutes he shrugged at Arrow. "I don't know." He said then noticing a staff that was his height and an old sword that did not look to bad decided to go with them even though he was not sure why he wanted them he decided to get twenty Glass Bead Necklace. He turned to the owner and told him "I want these." barely remembering his own discount card that he handed over to to be checked. Morlee then payed the man the requested amount. Then turned back to Arrow and grinned.

Name: Morlee http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?page=1&t=24082555#362426083
Buying from Broadstrype: 1 Old Sword, 1 staff, 20 Glass Bead Necklaces
Total Cost:$90

Morlee followed his friend thinking then he grinned and flew into the air. "Sure why not, Lets go there." He said Then Shot off like an arrow from the a bow yelling over his shoulder "Race ya Arrow." Morlee had heard the same rumor as his friend and was curious about the place.