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10-30-2003, 03:13 PM

Heh, how long has it been since I last updated this. Anyways, here is what I've worked on. Rezdude, thx for getting me back into this.
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We all departed from the building hastily, and looked around in case anything was near. Next, we ran to the courtyard, which was west of Rossarian’s, like 10 feet. We then took the western exit, headed northwards, and arrived at Paluke’s Door. I looked at the sign engraved on the wall above Paluke’s door. *Paluke’s Armory. Mail & Fine Leathers*. Jorlon opened the door quickly, as we spotted more Kui’sa-ka patrolling nearby, thankfully they hadn’t seen us. We all looked around; Paluke really meant it when he said he’d do some cleaning. Before, this place had knocked down chairs, the floor wasn’t swept for ages, dummies were bare, and there was rotting leather and tarnished mail all over the place.
Now Paluke’s Armory, Mail & Fine Leathers is a suitable name for this place; this is how an armory should be. Paluke obviously bought new Dummies, polished the wood up and put an assortment of mails, weapons, and plate. The floor was swept, and polished. He obviously bought new tables, everything looked new.
Paluke came out from the back, obviously hearing us come in. “Ort! I wondered when I’d see you guys again. I’ve totally remodeled, cost me a fortune though. Like what I did with the place?”
Jorlon and Lorka were in awe. Arxite, well who could tell with that mask on his face, and SareClaw, he was looking around, trying to swipe anything. Kaldrea was also astonished.
Jorlon cleared his throat up quickly. “Wow Paluke, this is impressive. How did you ever have the money and time to do this?”
“*Snortle* I’m glad you asked. It was mainly thanks to you guys. You were always selling me some really good stuff, and not so good stuff. You bought a lot from me, and you always came to me for repairs. Well, I had a big *snort* sellout about three weeks ago. Remember, I haven’t seen you in ages, I think a month and a half *snort*. From the money I made, I decided it was time to spruce up this place. Everything is new, and I order a bunch of ore from the Gorn Castle. Then I went through the tarnished and rotted leather, and decided what parts could be salvageable, and I used them. I was also able to repair 4 suits of mail that were badly tarnished. So everything is good now. And I know you came here for a reason, and let me guess, helmet problems Jorlon?”
“Yeah, buckles broke.” Jorlon glared at SareClaw as he said that. “And Zaxmar needs his bow string fixed, it’s been very loose.”
“Again with the bow Zaxmar *snort*! How far do you pull that thing back? Well, give them both to me, I’ll fix them up.” Paluke snatched the two items from Jorlon’s hands. All Gorn seemed to have that problem of snatching.
Jorlon cleared his throat once again. “Uh Paluke, how much are we talking here? And, we are also on a time budgeting crisis right now, when should we come back?”
Paluke scratched his bald and warty head. “This isn’t so bad, I can give a decent price of 600 for the straps, and 50 for the string *ort*. So 650 *Ort* and there is no need for you to leave. I’ll fix these things right now, you can watch. It’ll only be 20 minutes, 25 tops.”
Jorlon thought for a moment, and then spoke. “That sounds-”
“Perfect! That’s just the amount of time we can afford.” SareClaw interjected. “Eh, you wouldn’t have the tools to fix these things in the backrooms by any chance?”
“Well actually, I fix everything back there. But I will need your help, I’ll need you to hold the bow tight and get the straps through.” Paluke grinned evilly, revealing some missing teeth.
“Crap. Just when I thought I got a chance.” SareClaw sighed. I think he was beginning to realize that he wasn’t such a good thief, now that everyone knew who he was and what he did.
Paluke started heading towards the back. “C’mon *ort*. Watch how a professional does it.”
Everyone immediately followed, and entered a small but cozy room. There were cabinets on the walls, and at the end of the room was a workbench, and a huge one, complete with vices and anvils, a blacksmiths paradise. Paluke walked up to a table in the middle of the room, and pulled a chain hanging from the ceiling. Immediately, a large piece of wood from the ceiling started to slide into the rest of the ceiling, revealing the sky above, with the sunlight entering the room, removing the use for torches. Paluke then proceeded to place the helmet upside down on the table, and placed the bow on a separate table.
“*Snortle*, I need some metal pieces, 1 inch length, about half an inch width and Oh my Lord what in the name of Ulgar did you do to this helm?! This is worse than I thought, not only did you get the straps broken *ort*, but the rimming that also helps keep this thing on is totally bent *Snortle*. I wonder about you sometimes. Now SareClaw, my vices aren’t big enough, so I need you to hold this thing and prevent it from moving. It’s surgery time *ort*.”
SareClaw followed Paluke’s instructions, and Paluke left the room for a minute, and reappeared with a weird blade that also looked like a pair of giant tweezers. Next thing we knew, Paluke shoved the blade through a side of the helm, and used the other blade that wasn’t through the helm to press down on the rim. Then, Paluke lifted up, and a thin metal rim flew off. Paluke threw the rim on the ground, and pulled another rim from a draw, and placed it on the helm. He then fastened the rim on with some screws, and added four little odd buckle looking things.
“*ort* SareClaw, I need you to put this four metal strips through those one of those buckles. And be gentle, you might accidentally snap the buckles *ort*”.
SareClaw, with amazing precision, was able to get every single metal strip through with no problem. Paluke then bended the strips upwards, and then twisted them. Then he put the helmet on a separate table, and grabbed my bow. He took the string off of my bow, and pulled out another from yet another draw. He strung the bow, tightened it, and clipped the excess string.
“All done, and Zaxmar, don’t pull too hard on that string.” Paluke grinned, showing those hideous teeth yet again.
“Don’t worry Paluke, I won’t. Here is the payment,” and I handed Paluke a two Credit slips, one for 500 gp, and another for 250 gp. Like Rossarian, Paluke was astounded.
“Wh-wh-where did you get credit? You’ve been hanging around the Helazoids haven’t you?”
“Nope, the bank has opened up, don’t bother asking questions. Very few people are aware of it. Well, I’d love to stay, but we really have to go. We all must bid you a farewell Paluke; chances are you might never see or hear about us again.” I had said dismally.
“*ort* and just why is that my good friends?” Inquired Paluke?
“Because, we’re after him, the Dark Savant, the chase continues and chances are he is up to no good with that Astral Dominae.” Jorlon interjected, and motioned to the door.
“So that means he has it, he has the Dominae. The most sacred artifact of all time, stolen from our planet. I do not understand, it… it was well hidden, none of us knew where it was.” Paluke said sorrowfully. A hint of fear was ringing in Paluke’s voice.
“Well, he won’t have it for long. We are going on a hunt, who knows how long it’ll be before it ends, but we will follow him to the far ends of the earth. Now then, we are off to find a ship.” I said with a voice that could easily be identified as a voice that meant it was time to leave and the conversation ended.

10-30-2003, 03:13 PM	#9
SecretMaster Guest Posts: n/a	Heh, how long has it been since I last updated this. Anyways, here is what I've worked on. Rezdude, thx for getting me back into this. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We all departed from the building hastily, and looked around in case anything was near. Next, we ran to the courtyard, which was west of Rossarian’s, like 10 feet. We then took the western exit, headed northwards, and arrived at Paluke’s Door. I looked at the sign engraved on the wall above Paluke’s door. Paluke’s Armory. Mail & Fine Leathers. Jorlon opened the door quickly, as we spotted more Kui’sa-ka patrolling nearby, thankfully they hadn’t seen us. We all looked around; Paluke really meant it when he said he’d do some cleaning. Before, this place had knocked down chairs, the floor wasn’t swept for ages, dummies were bare, and there was rotting leather and tarnished mail all over the place. Now Paluke’s Armory, Mail & Fine Leathers is a suitable name for this place; this is how an armory should be. Paluke obviously bought new Dummies, polished the wood up and put an assortment of mails, weapons, and plate. The floor was swept, and polished. He obviously bought new tables, everything looked new. Paluke came out from the back, obviously hearing us come in. “Ort! I wondered when I’d see you guys again. I’ve totally remodeled, cost me a fortune though. Like what I did with the place?” Jorlon and Lorka were in awe. Arxite, well who could tell with that mask on his face, and SareClaw, he was looking around, trying to swipe anything. Kaldrea was also astonished. Jorlon cleared his throat up quickly. “Wow Paluke, this is impressive. How did you ever have the money and time to do this?” “Snortle I’m glad you asked. It was mainly thanks to you guys. You were always selling me some really good stuff, and not so good stuff. You bought a lot from me, and you always came to me for repairs. Well, I had a big snort sellout about three weeks ago. Remember, I haven’t seen you in ages, I think a month and a half snort. From the money I made, I decided it was time to spruce up this place. Everything is new, and I order a bunch of ore from the Gorn Castle. Then I went through the tarnished and rotted leather, and decided what parts could be salvageable, and I used them. I was also able to repair 4 suits of mail that were badly tarnished. So everything is good now. And I know you came here for a reason, and let me guess, helmet problems Jorlon?” “Yeah, buckles broke.” Jorlon glared at SareClaw as he said that. “And Zaxmar needs his bow string fixed, it’s been very loose.” “Again with the bow Zaxmar snort! How far do you pull that thing back? Well, give them both to me, I’ll fix them up.” Paluke snatched the two items from Jorlon’s hands. All Gorn seemed to have that problem of snatching. Jorlon cleared his throat once again. “Uh Paluke, how much are we talking here? And, we are also on a time budgeting crisis right now, when should we come back?” Paluke scratched his bald and warty head. “This isn’t so bad, I can give a decent price of 600 for the straps, and 50 for the string ort. So 650 Ort and there is no need for you to leave. I’ll fix these things right now, you can watch. It’ll only be 20 minutes, 25 tops.” Jorlon thought for a moment, and then spoke. “That sounds-” “Perfect! That’s just the amount of time we can afford.” SareClaw interjected. “Eh, you wouldn’t have the tools to fix these things in the backrooms by any chance?” “Well actually, I fix everything back there. But I will need your help, I’ll need you to hold the bow tight and get the straps through.” Paluke grinned evilly, revealing some missing teeth. “Crap. Just when I thought I got a chance.” SareClaw sighed. I think he was beginning to realize that he wasn’t such a good thief, now that everyone knew who he was and what he did. Paluke started heading towards the back. “C’mon ort. Watch how a professional does it.” Everyone immediately followed, and entered a small but cozy room. There were cabinets on the walls, and at the end of the room was a workbench, and a huge one, complete with vices and anvils, a blacksmiths paradise. Paluke walked up to a table in the middle of the room, and pulled a chain hanging from the ceiling. Immediately, a large piece of wood from the ceiling started to slide into the rest of the ceiling, revealing the sky above, with the sunlight entering the room, removing the use for torches. Paluke then proceeded to place the helmet upside down on the table, and placed the bow on a separate table. “Snortle, I need some metal pieces, 1 inch length, about half an inch width and Oh my Lord what in the name of Ulgar did you do to this helm?! This is worse than I thought, not only did you get the straps broken ort, but the rimming that also helps keep this thing on is totally bent Snortle. I wonder about you sometimes. Now SareClaw, my vices aren’t big enough, so I need you to hold this thing and prevent it from moving. It’s surgery time ort.” SareClaw followed Paluke’s instructions, and Paluke left the room for a minute, and reappeared with a weird blade that also looked like a pair of giant tweezers. Next thing we knew, Paluke shoved the blade through a side of the helm, and used the other blade that wasn’t through the helm to press down on the rim. Then, Paluke lifted up, and a thin metal rim flew off. Paluke threw the rim on the ground, and pulled another rim from a draw, and placed it on the helm. He then fastened the rim on with some screws, and added four little odd buckle looking things. “ort SareClaw, I need you to put this four metal strips through those one of those buckles. And be gentle, you might accidentally snap the buckles ort”. SareClaw, with amazing precision, was able to get every single metal strip through with no problem. Paluke then bended the strips upwards, and then twisted them. Then he put the helmet on a separate table, and grabbed my bow. He took the string off of my bow, and pulled out another from yet another draw. He strung the bow, tightened it, and clipped the excess string. “All done, and Zaxmar, don’t pull too hard on that string.” Paluke grinned, showing those hideous teeth yet again. “Don’t worry Paluke, I won’t. Here is the payment,” and I handed Paluke a two Credit slips, one for 500 gp, and another for 250 gp. Like Rossarian, Paluke was astounded. “Wh-wh-where did you get credit? You’ve been hanging around the Helazoids haven’t you?” “Nope, the bank has opened up, don’t bother asking questions. Very few people are aware of it. Well, I’d love to stay, but we really have to go. We all must bid you a farewell Paluke; chances are you might never see or hear about us again.” I had said dismally. “ort and just why is that my good friends?” Inquired Paluke? “Because, we’re after him, the Dark Savant, the chase continues and chances are he is up to no good with that Astral Dominae.” Jorlon interjected, and motioned to the door. “So that means he has it, he has the Dominae. The most sacred artifact of all time, stolen from our planet. I do not understand, it… it was well hidden, none of us knew where it was.” Paluke said sorrowfully. A hint of fear was ringing in Paluke’s voice. “Well, he won’t have it for long. We are going on a hunt, who knows how long it’ll be before it ends, but we will follow him to the far ends of the earth. Now then, we are off to find a ship.” I said with a voice that could easily be identified as a voice that meant it was time to leave and the conversation ended.