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originally posted in:The New Dojo
5/8/2017 2:11:32 PM
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[i]As the traders progressed throughout their pathway, they could hear a distant rumbling, as a rather odd vehicle approached. It looked to be some sort of buggy - actually, a pack of buggies. Six foot tall, green-skinned beings drove through the road, their leader stopping and looking at the merchants. Two bloody axes were painted upon the sides of each vehicle.[/i] "Oi, was dis? Sum' tradas?" "'E gots an 'umie-" "UMIE?!" "Calm ya self, ya grot.. An' sum lizards 'n cats. Dey might have dakka!" [i]A resounding cheer came from the Orks upon hearing of "dakka".[/i]
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The Kajiit saw this as a potential trading opportunity and stepped forward calmly. "Greetings, This One assumes you wish to trade?" says the taller male. He was dressed in Hammerfell garb, a mage's hood on his head until he swept it back. He looked fairly standard for a Khajiit, only more panther/lion like in appearance. (Imagine the ones from ESO: Tamriel Unlimited)
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"Mm...Ya, ya gotz sum dakka?" [i]The Orks were...looking for weaponry, if anything at all. They looked upon the armor, studying it's design and holding up bags of...teeth?[/i] [i]The teeth were massive in size, clearly ripped from other Orks. In fact, the leader had gone to currently inspecting his men for more teeth, as if it was their manner of trading.[/i]
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"Hmm..This One does not recall knowing what dakka is..Perhaps you could describe it and we could check if we have it?" the merchant offered.
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"GUNZ, YA GIT-" "HEY, HE OFFARAD TA TRADE YA MONGREL!" [i]Bickering rang through the Ork numbers, before-[/i] "STOOOOOOP!!" [i]The loudest, biggest one yelled, as he looked down at the Khajjt.[/i] "Gunz 'n things that go boom, see. 'E need guns 'n swords."
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The merchant's ears perked at swords. "Swords you say? We have an abundance of swords. Judging from your size you'll want larger swords, yes?"
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"Yah. You gotz any hammas 'n armah? E'll take it, even if i' don't fit."
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"Yes, actually. We have been needing to lessen our load recently. The heavy merchandise slows progress, as we're stuck traveling on foot." The male argonian then sets his huge pack down, opening it. It had several sets of steel chestplates and Dwarven gauntlets. There were a few shortswords and daggers as well.
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[i]Some cheering arose from the Orks, before their leader turned around.[/i] "SHUT UP! ...U'll take teef fah payment?"
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The merchant observed the teeth, thinking. "Perhaps my associate over there would be able to look at the teeth first? Just to ensure its a fair payment." he said. By his associate, he was referencing the Argonian with the large bag of armor.
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"OI, 'IZARD! Des be tha finest batch a' teef yu'll find on dis planet!" [i]The Ork said, holding up the massive bag: it was an odd currency, but it likely could be used to trade with other traders for antique and such.[/i]
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The Argonian nodded upon looking at them. "And in pristine condition as well." he said, examining one. The Khajiit nodded to the Argonian, who hoiseted the bag of armor and daggers up, holding it out to the Ork. "I do believe we have a trade." said the Khajiit, happy to have traded.
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"Da. Gud ta work wit ya, cat. Dun't take tha as an insult!" [i]The Ork chuckled, as he hauled the bag into the back of his buggy. From the looks of it, the Orks liked the trade - though they probably would've taken the armor apart. [/i]
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The Khajiit seemed satisfied with the trade as well, happy to have something of worth in this new land. It meant a start, hopefully.
