Dead Black Dragon! Spell ingredients going cheap!

[Harlas Ravelkione]

* Rumours flourish that a merchant caravan came upon the carcass of an enourmous Black Dragon on the Plains of Kringard. The carcass was stripped of teeth and scales, the flesh was cooked, so the bones could be laid bare - in short everything was taken and is now for sale on the Kartherian markets.

Be quick - or be too late for this exceptional sale! *

[ShiffDrgnhrt]

//like IG go to Katherian, or...

[Varka]

*a dwarf walks over to the merchant and asks for the price of a pile of scales and a bone of the size of a dwarf.*

[Stephen_Zuckerman]

*Limping up with the help of a crystal-topped staff, a cloaked man discusses a sale...*

[jrizz]

*wren inquires about the price of scales*

[Weeblie]

*Just like anyone else, a curious elf also asks for the price of the scales.*

[s0ulz]

*Fenrir spent the whole night behind the door of the merchants house, while it was closed. Now he hope's to bargain himself enough scales and bone for possibly some armor or a shield*

[minerva]

**The site of the killing is quickly sealed off from prying eyes by a company of  knights in blue and white armor wearing the crest of Erylin. Much of what is for sale in Katherian is brought back to the tower in Imjam; obtained via diplomacy or what ever means required.  Some report the figure of a woman dressed in light robes not bearing an Erilyn crest accompaning the diplomats**

[Harlas Ravelkione]

* The knights take off with the majority of the bounty and prices go sky-high before anyone got the chance to take advantage of the considerable stock.

Single, torn off, scales the size of a human hand are sold for 10,000 gold a piece. Chips of teeth or bone go for 5,000 gold a piece. *

[Skywatcher]

*Clarissa enquires about the properties of these scales and how many it would take to make a suit of full plate armor or a shield*

[s0ulz]

*buys several scales and the biggest piece of bone*

[Lalaith Va'lash]

*A figure cloaked in red waits in line, and then speaks to the merchants privately*

//Pm sent

[Falonthas]

: a figure laying in the branchs watches the erilyn contingent as they move back toward their borders with their collection of dragon parts,as they move past the treeline, Khuren wonders why they would want such quantity of dragon pieces, and shifts into a panther before hitting the next branch following ever curious in the trees:

[lonnarin]

*spreads a scathing song about the greedy knights who never slew the dragon themselves*

When ere the dragon lay bleeding
the maggots of nobles descend
crawling cross its massive corpse
as if they had part in its end
Oh, lecherous are the scavengers
who pick at the bones for them
Pretending to be the ravagers
as if they had part in its end
The heroes walked 'way with nothing to show
but the honor inside and only they know
who dealt the final blow...
and the first,
and all the ones in between....
Oh wretched are they who sit on their thrones
and dealing in thieving and dark dragon bones
who march under blue and white...
who claim dragons without a fight.
All they sell is Basilisk
Buyer beware the risk!

*smashes a clay tankard against his head*

[Harlas Ravelkione]

* The first day of the sale goes well for the merchant who secured the carcass for his own purposes. Although loosing most of the parts to the Knights of the Erilyn House, he makes a considerable profit.

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On the next morning many new hopeful buyers stand in a long line in front of his shop - already before the sun has risen - awaiting the merchant and his exotic wares. They wait for an hour, and after having knocked repeatedly onto the front door of his shop, they contact the city guard.

The door is breached and guards enter with curious buyers at their heels. They find the shop in a mess. Boards have been turned, scrolls are spread all over the floor... it is a mess. After a thorough search it is evident that no remains of the dragon are left within the shop.
The merchant is found upstairs. Several of the curious members of the crowd see the man and his wife in their bedroom before the guards turn them away and kick them out of the house. The tale spreads like a wildfire - the man was  badly beaten, his fingers cut off and his teeth lay scattered on the bedroom floor. He lay dead in a large pool of his own blood, while his wife had been savagely beheaded.

Soon a captain of the city guard arrives and an investigation of the premises begins. On-lookers are told to move away and threatened with a club if they are either too slow or refuse to move immediately.
Many of those who bought pieces of the beast are taken in for questioning soon after the Captain took charge. Several of them leave the guard house with signs of beating, and some even severly bruised.

At 6pm in the afternoon the murderer has been found and is impaled upon a spike that adorns the city wall. The man, a competing merchant, had been noticed by many on the day before as he watched the sale from the front of his own shop with a deep frown on his face. Also, he was heard cursing the name of the slain merchant.

The crowd is dispersed by the city guard and the captain, satisfied with his work, is escorted back to the guard house.

No one shall say that justice in Kartherian is not swift! *