From 7am-9pm the doors on the little store are tightly locked, at 9 a light flickers on like clockwork and a loud squealing can be heard as the building unlocks it self.
The door swings inwards with only the lightest of touches and a small rusty bell rings. A large sign hangs off the wall directly opposite the door "Please remove your shoes before entering" faded letters spelt out the message in a number of dialects before ending as a sign with only an arrow pointing down towards an iron shoe rack.
A black veil conceals the rest of the store from view and a noticeable chill seeps out from beyond it.
Black granite floors sweep out beyond the veil, at the far end sits a squat oak counter its surface charred and with visible chunks missing. Various vials line it, along with plants most more dead and alive. The store is host to many tables each holding an array of items that could most easily be described as random. Jars of all sizes with tatted peeling lables filled shelves, "vanilla", 'spare root", "geial claws", "proffet powder" and many more if one cared to look. The table nearest to the door covered in fabrics bright knots trailed down the sides of it each with a small tag, "wind", "wing", "earth", "world" a faint buzzing seemed to come from the pile.
Further in stood one of the most bizarre coat racks ever designed it branched out in all direction and seemed to be completely comprised of eyes. Long chains and trinkets hung from these branches chiming together occasionally.
Beyond this a cluster of small tables each with a variety of pouches on top of each rested either a single stone or a small group of them. Some glowed faintly while others pulsed with dim light. A small sign sat on the third table of this cluster "hot' carefully curved letters spelt this message while on the table next to it stood an identical sign "cold".
A large glass case lined the left of the room, inside it seemingly were the remains of many creatures, bat wings nailed carefully to the cabinet backing. Rats arranged by age and size along the bottom next to pigeons sorted by eye colour. A section of snake skin was preceded by a line of cricket eggs. On the top shelf of the cabinet widely spaced out were more items, the shelf was labeld simply "less common." "Elf claw", "Draven teeth", "Coldiac skin", "weed rose", "pent hair", 'dragon ticks".
"another glass case contained small plants dried out and grouped together each labelled with names in different languages." "Rose root," "black merth," "nightshade," "troll moss," "yehelt bark" .
"Looking for something special please enquire." The sign almost looked out of place bright pink resting up against the main counter beside it 'sales enquires here trade accepted." Upon the counter lay small vials of different shapes each labelled by hand. A small purple vial labelled "love", a round glass ball with a white Vaper labelled ominously "Death." more of these balls lay across the surphase "pain, agony, memory, hate, horror, nightmare, poison, sleep, passive, agree, touch, be-gone, invisible, forgotten, numb, burning, decay' just a few. The vials hung from a rack multiples marked. "Dragon breath, saliva, krayor blood, dragon lung dust, mermaid scale, crayelt pus, jaenic oil," many of the racks were empty while others seemed ready to crash to the counter top. In the middle of this counter a small cluster of large jars and tanks "live stock" only about 7 or so items. A rudimentary jam jar sat still avratising strawberry jam with a few holes roughly punched in to the lid, inside a small pixy fluttered around it's hands bleeding from pulling at the holes in the lid. Beside it a large black cylinder with heavy breathing coming from within. A little cage hung with a large green circle drew in around it inside tens of miniature fairys fluttered seemingly unaffected by their surroundings. A long tail trailed out of a black chest just obscured from view.
Behind this counter a plain metal chair, and the owner of the shop Her head the only thing not veiled in cloth, thick black gloves lined up to her elbows. The air around her was even colder than the rest of the shop. In her hands string being weaved in to an intricate patten before being dropped in to a large bowl. "For a good home?.
((open for business))
Further in stood one of the most bizarre coat racks ever designed it branched out in all direction and seemed to be completely comprised of eyes. Long chains and trinkets hung from these branches chiming together occasionally.
Beyond this a cluster of small tables each with a variety of pouches on top of each rested either a single stone or a small group of them. Some glowed faintly while others pulsed with dim light. A small sign sat on the third table of this cluster "hot' carefully curved letters spelt this message while on the table next to it stood an identical sign "cold".
A large glass case lined the left of the room, inside it seemingly were the remains of many creatures, bat wings nailed carefully to the cabinet backing. Rats arranged by age and size along the bottom next to pigeons sorted by eye colour. A section of snake skin was preceded by a line of cricket eggs. On the top shelf of the cabinet widely spaced out were more items, the shelf was labeld simply "less common." "Elf claw", "Draven teeth", "Coldiac skin", "weed rose", "pent hair", 'dragon ticks".
"another glass case contained small plants dried out and grouped together each labelled with names in different languages." "Rose root," "black merth," "nightshade," "troll moss," "yehelt bark" .
"Looking for something special please enquire." The sign almost looked out of place bright pink resting up against the main counter beside it 'sales enquires here trade accepted." Upon the counter lay small vials of different shapes each labelled by hand. A small purple vial labelled "love", a round glass ball with a white Vaper labelled ominously "Death." more of these balls lay across the surphase "pain, agony, memory, hate, horror, nightmare, poison, sleep, passive, agree, touch, be-gone, invisible, forgotten, numb, burning, decay' just a few. The vials hung from a rack multiples marked. "Dragon breath, saliva, krayor blood, dragon lung dust, mermaid scale, crayelt pus, jaenic oil," many of the racks were empty while others seemed ready to crash to the counter top. In the middle of this counter a small cluster of large jars and tanks "live stock" only about 7 or so items. A rudimentary jam jar sat still avratising strawberry jam with a few holes roughly punched in to the lid, inside a small pixy fluttered around it's hands bleeding from pulling at the holes in the lid. Beside it a large black cylinder with heavy breathing coming from within. A little cage hung with a large green circle drew in around it inside tens of miniature fairys fluttered seemingly unaffected by their surroundings. A long tail trailed out of a black chest just obscured from view.
Behind this counter a plain metal chair, and the owner of the shop Her head the only thing not veiled in cloth, thick black gloves lined up to her elbows. The air around her was even colder than the rest of the shop. In her hands string being weaved in to an intricate patten before being dropped in to a large bowl. "For a good home?.
((open for business))