(Crossposted from the Salty Dog Tavern forum) Not but a week ago I found myself lying dazed on the forest floor with broken pieces of my lute strewn about me, gagging from the lingering stench of orc in the air. As my memories flooded back to me, I looked down and saw that my feet were bare. My experimental thigh high boots were gone. You see, in the interest of furthering the studies of stitchcraft and fashion, I have been working on various improvements to the conventional tailoring techniques and in those past few days I had been testing a new prototype of thigh high boots. Out for a stroll and taking notes on the time differential of the spring in my step with respect to various heel heights, an orc or perhaps many orcs, must have seen the prototype from a distance and decided to mug me for it! Of course, it is well known across Britannia that the orcs harbor a perverted obsession with this type of footwear. I should have been more careful during my tests. I asked the ever-helpful if a bit deranged Icas Rex for help in finding the boots as the research I had already done with the prototype was invaluable to the project's future success. We asked around at the local bank yet no one seemed interested in helping. Indeed, the local guards completely ignored our pleas! We were about to go it alone when an ostard-tamer named Mephesto heard us from nearby and offered to help. Myself, Icas Rex, and Mephesto riding an ostard with another ostard following him made our way back to the scene of the crime. The free ostard seemed to have difficulty navigating the terrain of a forest unfamiliar to it and many times we had to wait for it to catch up. It was during one of these snags when Icas Rex decided to put the ostard out of its misery. A couple arrows and it was felled. I was afraid Mephesto might get upset but he seemed to understand. Personally, I wonder if Icas Rex just enjoys plugging wildlife full of holes. We found the orcs' cave hideout and made our way inside, fighting off the stinking hordes. I summoned my first blade spirits and was awed, if not a bit frightened, by its power when Rex nicked himself on a magic blade. I was beginning to lose hope as the pile of orc bodies grew but Mephesto finally found the prototype after having defeated a particularly ugly orc who appeared to be sporting some crude attempt at lipstick. We quickly left the cave, exhausted but exhilarated from battle, and reconvened to the roof of the rune library in the village of Paws to share a drink. The boots in question:
*a treasure clerk approaches Nymeros* My lord, Enna the Citizen has graciously donated her platinum coin to the community, after being asked if she would like to obtain under the new article published on 10th of x*unreadable month name*.
Ya man, I agree. Those are some amazing boots, but as Alice mentioned, they are just prototypes so you can't by them just yet.
