Harkensons Arrival - RPLOG
Participants
Date
31/8/477
Log
A fine early morning just outside Firmament. The hulking great shape of merchant Harkenson's vessel, the UGMS Contact Light, is laid out on the tournament grounds like a beached whale of steel, and one side of the ship has been turned into a ramp, opening up into the enormous cargo hold. The Creator Church has already been on the scene for a little while, bringing out the goods that were ordered the last time the merchant was in town - has it really been a month or even more?
Although the sight of Creators has become a little more commonplace in the last few months, the reappearance of the Creator merchant has created quite a stir in town, a small crowd having poured out of the gates to see the spectacle.
A small smile, a flick of Flora's tail as she rides a golem about the tournament grounds, silently save for the sound of the golem's paws hitting the ground.
The golem, Bastet to some, has a sleek, feline shape and is covered in a layer of blackened leather, allowing Flora to ride the metal device comfortably.
Finally, within her bag, some very precious cargo to be observed by the merchant, among with a sizable bag of crown... Not scepters, actual crowns.
The mute nurse shark is inquisitive, curious why the Creator ship has come back. She's never seen or met Creators before, but, she's not convinced that they are as high and powerful as the church claims. At least, not individually. Granted, that's partly because the only exposure to creators is through their tech. So, she notes that Flora is there, but keeps herself to the background a bit, observing.
It was far more of an extravagant and overwhelming sight for a certain silver-furred ferret, who had basically sprinted from district to district to figure out where this massive construct would go, her eyes constantly pinned to the sky.
Jill was even down on all four, sprinting at quadrupal speed and occasionally dodged any crowd she could by going through short-cutting alleys.
However, when she came to the tournament grounds, there was already a bunch of beings gathering, making it pretty likely the ferret would end up bumping into someone, as she wasn't paying attention once she was this close to the vessel!
Cythim was looking, curious and somewhat uneasy, at the vessel. Having heard that they had passed beforehand, she tried her best to be here this time around, to see what kind of goods they would be selling. Having always a it of money on her, she checked it before switching of souls, feeling that it could be useful.
The youthful plant being was moving around in the vicinity of the vessel, wearing his usual body covering heavy cloak over him. Rokarion kept a criticical gaze on the vessel admiring the Creator's large machine. He noticed the crowds forming and decided to remain as far as possible from any grouping of beings, after all that might limit his view and he did not want to miss anything yet.
It doesn't take long for word of a landed creator ship to reach Sara's ears and she immediately rises from her seat at the bar in the Freeswords inn and dons the crimson silk scarf, lifts the hood of her cloak, and makes her way out into the city proper. After a few minutes of walking, and weaving through the general populous of the city proper, Sara makes it to the tournament grounds and stops just short of the others gathered here. "Hm.. wonder what this Creator is gonna do.." she asks of noone in particular before stepping closer.
Once suitably enough beings are gathered outside the craft and the priests have finally collected their merchandise - which looks to be an assortment of chemicals and machine parts intended for the refurbishment of the sewers - the Creator, Mr. Harkenson himself steps down from the ramp to greet all beings present, his fleshy form flanked by two of his crew. One wonders why in this era of fleshcrafting a Creator would willingly remain that way, but such a question would be insensitive.
"Welcome, beings of PROMISE!" he says most jovially. "I hope you have received my missive a week ago, and apologise for the long wait since my last meeting with all of you, but certain issues with securing import and export permits held me up for a little while. Nevertheless, I am here, and as you can see, the goods ordered by your monarch and priests have safely arrived.
"My only desire is to bring to you the wonders of the Creators - within the limits set by Mr. Parson, of course, and for the right price. From henceforth, my aim is to have my ship be present here in Sweetwater on a regular basis on certain days of the week, in other nations on others, and return home after that. Not much unlike your own caravans. Before I formally commence the opening, are there any questions you'd like to ask?"
"Yes. Flora has several questions, yes. If Flora may ask? What, exactly, is it that Mister Creator Harkenson is selling?" she rumbles, tails swaying behind her, before she looks at the ship with another flick of her ears. "In addition... Flora has one Creator-device to be repaired, and one that Flora would like to have checked to make sure it still works properly, yes," she rumbles.
"Time, of course, is of the essence, yes. Flora has further questions, but they can wait until after the opening, yes yes," she murrs softly.
"Oh, and one more question, yes... Will there be a store outside your ship, Mister Creator Harkenson? Or will the ship BE the store?" she asks with a small, friendly smile, a flick of her ears.
CLANK! A little away from the scene, the acrobatic ferret could be heard clatter into a large heavily armoured bear, likely of the Shelled or Heavy Clan. However, thanks to the lithe and tiny form of Jill, the bear did nothing but growl "Watch it, weasel.." and continued his slow stroll over towards the rest of the people.
The leather padded rogue had bounced a few feet back at the impact, holding her head in brief daze. However, as the Creator spoke up, she came to her senses and hopped over to join in; the small, thin being easily squeezing and zig-zagging all the way through until she was in the front to ogle at the vessel and fleshy beings!
Cythim lifts her head up toward the folk, named Karkenson?, and hear his speech. Unaware of they goods, she asks, "I have a question. What kind of goods are you selling? As i wasn't present last time when you... arrived here, in our town". She tries to remain calm and look around to see if there's familiars faces as well to see of any hint of what could be in the ship.
Rokarion moved closer to the ship as soon as he saw the Creator attempt to move out of it. Standing at the front, He watched the Creator speak with interest, the first time he have seen one, but yep similar to the descriptions and statues he saw and heard. Rokarion attempted a peek at the cargo hold, his face in its usual serene expression. After both Flora and Cythin finished asking he chimed in, speaking in his usual calm and polite tone, "Will you also offer repair services for the items you sell? Because I do not think that you are allowed to sell will anything more than just simple trinkets, and I want to know if they can be fixed by our hands or if we will need your help for it." After all being the only seller Creator technology he can make quite the bit extra monvey also offering the only possible repair services.
