DragonByte Shop

You can get a hireling here to help you with your more devious pursuits on the website. The ninjas are tired from overuse, so they have raised their rates. You can get them to work for you still, but they'll only go with those who have the largest pockets. Some might call their help OP. You decide. See more inside the dojo.

Because there aren't enough Hashi's around Hashi the Vampire has moved in. He might give Hashi Grindswell a bit of counter space as well. Specializing in enchanted swords and stylish armored streetwear and will always invite his customers in for a bite to eat.

Welcome to the tavern bar and shop! We have many drinks and elixirs to help drown out those adventure blues. Please browse, buy and join us in the Deep Dark Cave for warm comfort and arousing....conversation.

Looks safe enough. Right? Right..?

Coffee, Energy Drinks, and Caffeinated Brownies! Plus More!

Hey, it's my shop. Don't know what I'm doing, but I'm setting up a shop. Check back often, because things will change as I figure stuff out.

A shop that holds a number of purchasable items, that you just must buy.

The best armour and weapons in the whole LitRPG realm.

Wayward wares, grave-robbed goods, stolen supplies? If you don't mind shopping in the shadows, this is your store.

A collection of Wyvern's little treasures and knick-knacks!

Where anything you want will be created, as long as we have it and we feel like making it!

Hidden behind misty karsts and frequented by Shaolin monks, Taoist wizards, and handsome monkey kings, there is a mystical shop of exotic wonders. We are not that shop, but we still aim to please!

A shop that holds a number of purchasable items.

A place to purchase Happiness and cupcakes

There is a dingy looking doorway in front of you. It looks more like an entrance to a cave than a shop front. Over the door is the legend: Xantar's Cave, carved into a rocky part of the entrance way. Under it is a small copper placard: No Solicitors No Loiters No Rat tails!

Entering the shop your nose burns with the miasma of chemical scents and you start to sneeze. When your vision clears you make out a dingy shop bursting from the seams with books, strange devices, and a few racks of dusty weapons. The walls are covered with racks of alchemist equipment and bottles filled with more type of ingredients than you can count. A wizened old woman looks up and smiles at you from a worn shop counter. "Welcome dearie, I've been expecting you."