Post by Aerin Vaettir on Dec 6, 2013 17:51:50 GMT -5
Aerin limped his way along the shelves of his shop, setting bottles of varying sizes upon them. He felt the bottoms of the bottles, which had certain engravings to tell him which bottle contained what potions, before placing them in their appropriate spot. Next to him, he heard Lenore, his pet raven, currently in her human form, readjusting the bottles so they were neat and straight. With that done he set the basket that he used to hold his vials of potions (when there were too many for his two hands) down in its usual place, then limped over to the counter where the transactions normally took place. He sat down behind the counter and felt along the shelf that was behind the counter. On this shelf he kept custom made orders and his own personal stash of remedies. The custom made orders were picking up nicely. There were three vials that were yet to be claimed by their soon to be owners. Two were a strong aphrodisiac, one was a strong poison. Aerin wasn’t sure why the man wanted a poison of this caliber, but he didn’t bother to ask. The man was paying a nice amount for it, and discretion was one of Aerin’s good points.
The elf sat back in his chair once he found the small healing potion he wanted. He gulped it down and waited for the effect to work. The potions he made for himself were different from the ones he sold. His were designed for pain more than healing, since no healing potion in the world could fix his leg, or his eyes.
He reached up, feeling the small cut on his cheek. He had completely forgotten it was there, until he felt the tingling sensation of the little healing potion begin working to heal the cut. He had received that cut this morning. Very early this morning. No one was yet awake it was that early. He had been working on his summoning, figuring out which circles to use, tweaking them, trying to summon something not from this plane. He had used a few circles of his design to summon some strange plants from a darker plane, one that people here might call Hell. He didn’t use these plants in any of his remedies though. He didn’t yet know their properties, and was still studying. This morning he decided to kick it up a notch. He tried to summon a small creature from the Dark Plane, or so he called it, and use magic to bind it so it would wreak havoc. He summoned the winged creature well enough, but the magic he tried to bind it with wasn’t effective, and the damn thing flew about his office, screaming and screeching until it cracked it’s head against the wall hard enough to kill it.
While it flew in a panic, a talon cut Aerin’s cheek. The elf stumbled back and fell over, then waited for the creature to calm down. Instead it died. That worked. He dragged himself to where he heard it fall and gingerly touched it, feeling a leathery wing. He remembered Elle saying she didn’t want him to practice this type of summoning because he might summon “a bat from hell.” He dropped the wing and burst into hysterical laughter. Never did he think what Elle predicted would come true.
Now, hours later, the creature was cleaned up and gone. Aerin banished the body back to where he summoned it, since the creature began to rot unusually quickly. He’d have to work on his binding magic a bit.
Aerin shifted in his chair and leaned his head back, mentally going over his inventory, sales, and ingredients. Later tonight he’d have his sister write all of this down in his ledger for him. Until then, he’d sit here and muse over it, at least until a customer entered his shop.
The elf sat back in his chair once he found the small healing potion he wanted. He gulped it down and waited for the effect to work. The potions he made for himself were different from the ones he sold. His were designed for pain more than healing, since no healing potion in the world could fix his leg, or his eyes.
He reached up, feeling the small cut on his cheek. He had completely forgotten it was there, until he felt the tingling sensation of the little healing potion begin working to heal the cut. He had received that cut this morning. Very early this morning. No one was yet awake it was that early. He had been working on his summoning, figuring out which circles to use, tweaking them, trying to summon something not from this plane. He had used a few circles of his design to summon some strange plants from a darker plane, one that people here might call Hell. He didn’t use these plants in any of his remedies though. He didn’t yet know their properties, and was still studying. This morning he decided to kick it up a notch. He tried to summon a small creature from the Dark Plane, or so he called it, and use magic to bind it so it would wreak havoc. He summoned the winged creature well enough, but the magic he tried to bind it with wasn’t effective, and the damn thing flew about his office, screaming and screeching until it cracked it’s head against the wall hard enough to kill it.
While it flew in a panic, a talon cut Aerin’s cheek. The elf stumbled back and fell over, then waited for the creature to calm down. Instead it died. That worked. He dragged himself to where he heard it fall and gingerly touched it, feeling a leathery wing. He remembered Elle saying she didn’t want him to practice this type of summoning because he might summon “a bat from hell.” He dropped the wing and burst into hysterical laughter. Never did he think what Elle predicted would come true.
Now, hours later, the creature was cleaned up and gone. Aerin banished the body back to where he summoned it, since the creature began to rot unusually quickly. He’d have to work on his binding magic a bit.
Aerin shifted in his chair and leaned his head back, mentally going over his inventory, sales, and ingredients. Later tonight he’d have his sister write all of this down in his ledger for him. Until then, he’d sit here and muse over it, at least until a customer entered his shop.
