Su'lia tramped through the ash, her mood as dire as the sky's deep reddish orange hue. She towered over everyone in the crowd. From the diminutive and spindly Kobolds, to the hauntingly beautiful scaled Dragonkiln, they all came below her chest. To be fair, not many races matched the height of a Half-Orc, standing at an impressive six foot, ten inches, it was almost fair to say she was a moving skyscraper to those so much smaller than her. As she traversed the crowd, she kept a lookout for a shop, not just any shop though, a purveyor of Stones. Stones, the force that fed the power to furnaces, that moved the continent revolving Magna-Rail, and that let adventures have at least a chance against the monsters of Culdovia. Stones were the power provided by the Godly Patrons, the five beings that ruled the world.
Each Godly Patron lived in the center tower that was the namesake of Culdovia and they held a race every five years. This race was a simple one in practice, make it to the top of the Tower and receive a boon from each Godly Patron. In fact, this was the exact reason Su'lia was out searching for a Stones shop, she was going to participate in the race this year and needed to prove to an adventuring group that she was worth their time! She just needed to find the right shop, what did her Gran's call it, ah thats right, 'The Merchants Magician'.
Having searched for the better part of the morning, Su'lia was getting grumpy, she knew it was because she was hungry and that all of the shop signs came to just below her nose forcing her to. It did not help matters that she had already knocked over two stalls of merchants and broke a sign with her forehead as she backed away from the said merchants robust anger. It really wasn't her fault that the sign was right behind her, so when she turned to flee it just hit her and broke. The merchants here really needed to pay for better materials.
Humphing to herself she looked for someone to provide directions to the shop she was trying so hard to find. As she looked around she felt a small brush against her leg, it was not unusual but due to her size, many choose to steer as clear as they could, this made walking the streets easier and far less tedious. This made the sensation of something brushing her leg odd, as she looked around she saw many a kobolds small head and body, the graceful gait of the Dragonkiln, a Goblin running through the streets behind her, she really did not know what. She felt for her coin rod and found that it was missing.
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'Wait! A goblin! In Krix! That little runt herding.' Su'lia thought as she put the pieces together. Su'lia turned and gave chase. Her size made it a bit harder to travel the streets but she rushed as fast as she could. "Stop that Goblin!" Su'lia yelled, "He is a thief! Stop him!"
No one really wanted to get involved in the ravings of such a large Half Orc. Her race was known for kicking small buildings over in their anger or even throwing others that were smaller than them. It was just unsightly and demeaning to be used as a projectile. Su'lia bounded over a stall, her frame helping her clear the stall, well, most of it. Her back foot caught the edge of the stall and caused it to not only flip into the air but it caused her to fall face first.
Su'lia looked on as the now airborne stall reached its apex. Shouting at the crowd to move, Su'lia scrambled to her feet and snatched her Gran's heirloom from its hidden wrist sheath. Pulling the wand from its hidden location she directed the tip at the cart and made a quick circle motion with her wrist. Suddenly the air surrounding the now plunging cart grew dense forcing the cart to slow down. The crowd was looking at the spectacle. Stones that controlled air to this degree were rare and even more rare was it to see one in action. As Su'lia ran to the cart, her arm flashed out and caught the pesky goblin by his collar. The shirt on his frame was slightly loose but serviceable. It had a painted picture of an alpaca on it. "I got you now, you pesky runt herding son of a goat." spoke the angry half-orc.
Su'lia used her wand to slowly lower the stall to the ground and apologized for the trouble to the owner. Thankfully no one was hurt in all of this or she may have seen some time in a cramped kobold sized cell. Su'lia shuddered at the thought of being forced to endure such confinement. With her goblin prisoner in tow, she headed to an alley, she needed her coin rod and if she had to string the runt up she would.