"Oh flower," Daleus says, brushing one of her stray hairs out of her eyes. "These are well worth the coin, believe me. There is nothing but quality in my emporium." He pulls the small silver and gold clover from the display. The green light seems to follow it and as the small medallion moves you can see an afterimage of it following close behind. "This, my dear... you will find no other of its like." He pulls a platinum chain from his sleeve and effortlessly slips it into the medallion's loop. The platinum seems to compliment the silver and gold as he moves in close to Lera and closes the clasp.
The world seems to move in slow motion for Lera. She can see the detail etched into every single item in the store. The wall's art comes more into focus and she can see the lines of every brushstroke. Daleus's makeup is more apparent than ever and she can see a long scar, hidden by foundation, that lines his cheek.
"For two-thousand dragons, you will never see the world the same again," he says.
Daleus gives the two of them a large smile. "But of course!" He says. He raises a hand and a young scribe shuffles forward from the corner of the shop. "Fetch my quill and ink. This noble Lord and Lady have just purchased one of our finest items." He accepts Zamar's proof of pedigree, but hesitates to open the old scroll. The years of travelling has worn the document and its age is immediately apparent. "My," he says with a nod, "you have been incognito for awhile, it seems." This doesn't seem to bother him; however, as the authenticity of the document appears to check out. With a flourish, he leads the two of you to a small desk at the back of the store. Even the desk seems to be of exceptional craftsmanship, as if the feywild itself decided to shape the wood for the shop. Daleus begins the process of writing up the letters and receipts, stamping them with the sign of his Patriar and having Zamar sign them. The process takes quite a bit of time, but once it's done, the pendant and chain - all valued with a certificate of authenticity to the tune of 2,500gp - is yours.
The pendant was probably the coolest thing Lera owned. Also, the most expensive, but still! She used her newfound skills of observation to look over the papers, which all seemed in order. Mind you, the grandparents she didn’t remember would probably not be happy when they found out they had been charged 2.5 thousand gold...
“To the Rose Portal?” Lera looked back at her father, switching back to Celestial. “Knowing that Viscardi bought out most of the paper...”
”I agree,” her father nodded. The two Zahuv’s made their way to the Rose Portal, both giddy and nervous by their success at Dale’s.
After another 20 minutes of walking, the father and daughter team found themselves standing outside the Lathander's Rose Portal. It's a beautiful structure made of rose-red sandstone, that has been cut and polished to form a structure that looks like giant pair of humans hands, clasped together. Long, narrow stained glass (pink in hue, of course) windows are located between the fingers, and the entire structure has been coated in melted glass. The structure is stunning and it's a sight to behold. The area is peaceful, and on a bench near the Rose Portal, you see a muscled man making out with a smaller woman. The peace is broken by a high pitched squeal from the other side of a nearby building, followed by a hushed, "shhh!" Giggles follow, but the couple on the bench doesn't seem to notice.
After being ushered out of the Happy-Hangman with a Counterfeit Coin and information on where to get a 1000GP diamond the group decides to seek out Shanolia's contact for a shimmering shield. Unfortunately, she doesn't know exactly where the Goliath's is. Perrin decides to ask around to see if someone has seen a Goliath about. However, that proves harder than anticipated. It takes Perrin an hour to find anyone who will spare the time to talk to him. On the farm people always made time to talk but in the big city, it seems like everyone is in too much of a hurry to talk. Perrin thinks. Eventually, though Perrin does talk to a nice old woman who has seen the Goliath and gives them direction. Now the group finds themselves outside of the Goliaths shop. Hopefully, we can find the shield here. We do have to get back to the others before it gets dark. Perrin reminds himself before he enters the Goliath's establishment.
Woe and Singe are stopped at Baldur's Gate. There, the Watch has formed a line for people waiting to get in to the Upper City. "What's the hold up!?" Someone says. He's young, well dressed, and appears to be carrying several large crates. Most likely he's a courier for one of the Patriars.
"Just hold and wait your turn!" Calls out one of the guards. They seem to have their hands full with someone at the gate. It's hard to tell from the back of the line, but it appears to be a child. After such a long walk, standing in the warm sun makes this an uncomfortable experience.
You find yourselves standing outside of Flint's Smithy. Stepping inside you see a typical blacksmiths shop, armor and weapons aplenty. In the back you can hear the sounds of someone hard at work, as hammer strikes anvil. A tired looking female gnome makes her way to the front, passing through the curtain that separates the shop from the smithy. "Welcome to Flint's," she says, monotone voice. "What can I help you with?"
"Hello, Mam. My names Perrin, the human is Koll, and the elf is Shanolia. Shanolia is an old friend of Flint. We are hoping to talk to him. Is that him in the back?"
Perrin is asking the Gnome while Shanolia is standing by the door and Koll hasn't said anything.
The Gnome stares at Perrin, expressionless. She finally blinks, then rolls her eyes. "Flint!" she screamed as she passed through the curtain once again. The sounds of work stop, and the trio can hear muffled conversation that cuts off quickly. Moments later, a large Goliath walks through the curtain. Now, the sight of a Goliath is a something you would always remember, but what makes this one even more noticeable is the flaming red wig that sits atop his head. "Hello, friend of Flint! Anything you want, I can make -" He stops short when he spots Shanolia. "You," he said, the smile instantly dropping from his face. "No. Nothing for you!"
"Wait, Flint!" Perrin exclaims. "Shanolia is not the customer but me; she simply told me of you. You wouldn't believe how hard it is to find someone who knows a Red Haired Goliath that is also a smith. I'm looking for two specific items that only you can help me with." Perrin is trying to channel as much Charisma as he can. "I'm willing to pay or trade for said items. Please, I need a piece of your hair and a shield that shimmers. Are you willing to help me?" Perrin makes a mental note to ask Shanolia exactly what her relationship with Flint is later.
The giant slides the wig off, scratching at his sweaty head beneath. The thought of hair was appealing for awhile, but the heat, sweat, and constant itchiness of wearing the thing while working finally got on his last nerve. He flings the wig at the halfling and sweat splatters over those nearby. "Take it and leave," he says. "If I see you again," he takes a step towards the elf, "I'll finish what I started." The tone and pure hatred in his eyes makes you believe him. This Goliath, whether skilled in combat or not, would not hesitate to take the elf's head.
"What should we do? I’d like to intervene, but it could cause too much trouble."
"I am happy to intervene... But let me guess you will want to save a child on the way?"
"...Yes" Singe squirms, "But I don’t want to get in trouble. Do you have Charm Person? But they’ll realize that we helped the child. Could you hold our place in line? I'm going to go find out what the commotion is."
"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
As Singe gets closer to the gate, the line seems to converge into more of a semi-circle surrounding the scene. Peering through the crowd, it looks like three guards are knelt next to a little girl. You see Needle off to the side, writing as much as he can on a piece of parchment. The girl seems... off. She tries to speak, but no words come out.
"We've called for help, child. It'll be ok," one of the guards say. Tears start streaking from her eyes and she looks about, her head lolling awkwardly as she does.
"Was she trying to get in?" A guard asks.
"No... she was trying to leave," another responds. "Gods... she could be a Patriar's daughter!" He exclaims.
A few people in the crowd gasp and the first guard takes it upon himself to try to shoo them away. "The gate is closed!" He calls out. "Come back in another hour and we'll have it open again!" There's a general groan that emanates from the crowd as they voice their disagreement with the decision. Knowing there's no other option, many of them turn away and tell others in the line that the gate is closed.
Perrin catches the red wig and responds with a quick "Thank You" before leaving the shop. Looking at the sky he thinks and then says "We better get back to the others. Oh, Shanolia we don't know if you heard earlier but there are more of us that split up in order to cover more ground. We agreed to meet back up at Needle's office at 8 pm with what we gathered so far and then make plans to get the rest." When Shanolia mentions that she has one last quick thing to do Perrin responds with "Make it quick. We have a long treck back to the others and we're cutting it close as it is." Perrin will motion for Shanolia to do whatever it is that the elf wants to do. He will go into his bag count seeing exactly what they have gathered and making sure that his pies are still safe. I wonder if that guy with the flame hair can warm my pies back up. Perrin thinks as he waits for Shanolia to do whatever it is they're doing.
With a curt nod to her halfing partner, Shanolia raises her hood and disappears into the alleyway beside the shop. There are several windows, but they're all barred and closed.
She almost gives up, before noticing a wall raised just above head height. Shanolia easily climbs and peers over, taking note of the open door between the shop and where Flint was currently hammering away at a fresh piece of Iron, likely imagining it as her head. There were no shimmering shields in sight, likely kept inside with the rest of Flint's completed wares.
Seeing all she needed to see, Shanolia drops from the wall and returns to the group, lowering her hood as she steps back into the street.
"I have observed all I require. You may lead the way."
When the crowd slowly starts to thin out, Woe steps forward, no longer concerned about their place in the queue. "Singe, what happened?" "A bizarre girl, it looks like we're intervening." He approaches the guards and says "What seems to be the problem?" He's not looking at the guards, he looking directly at the girl.
"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
As Singe crosses the threshold of the onlookers, one of the guards steps forward. "Stay back," he says. "If this is some sort of disease, we don't want it spreading." When he says this, many of the onlookers leave, others take a few more steps back leaving Singe and Woe standing out like a sore thumb.
The girl is pale, deathly pale. You see drool falling from the corner of her mouth, tears streaming down her eyes, and her mouth moving as if trying to speak. Her head turns in your direction, flopping to the side until it's parallel to the ground. She raises an arm as if to point at you, but it drops of its own accord. How she's still standing on her feet is a mystery, as this girl is afflicted with something that you've never seen before.
"Then you stay back as well!" Singe cries to the guards and the onlookers, flame rising from outstretched hands. "You are trained to keep others safe, as am I! Let me see what I can do!" Singe extinguishes the flame and walks around the girl.
"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
Zamar cocks his head to one side craning to hear the voices coming from around the wall. He raises an eyebrow towards Lera and mouths the word “Booty?”
She shrugs and glances toward where the voices are coming from. Her face brightens. “Treasure Map?” She sends with her message cantrip.
He grins and motions in their direction. The pair walk casually but quietly over hoping to catch the skulkers unaware.
Group 3
"Oh flower," Daleus says, brushing one of her stray hairs out of her eyes. "These are well worth the coin, believe me. There is nothing but quality in my emporium." He pulls the small silver and gold clover from the display. The green light seems to follow it and as the small medallion moves you can see an afterimage of it following close behind. "This, my dear... you will find no other of its like." He pulls a platinum chain from his sleeve and effortlessly slips it into the medallion's loop. The platinum seems to compliment the silver and gold as he moves in close to Lera and closes the clasp.
The world seems to move in slow motion for Lera. She can see the detail etched into every single item in the store. The wall's art comes more into focus and she can see the lines of every brushstroke. Daleus's makeup is more apparent than ever and she can see a long scar, hidden by foundation, that lines his cheek.
"For two-thousand dragons, you will never see the world the same again," he says.
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Group 3 / Team Awesome
“Well, child?” Zamar asks, “Does this one please you?
Lera screws up her face in a practiced expression of disinterest. “It’s nice, if a bit weird. I like it better than the other ones.”
”Well, it would be a shame to leave empty handed. However, as we said, we are traveling incognito and do not have that kind of coin on us.”
”Do you think they would allow us to trade on our name?” Lera asks, as though the idea just came to her.
“An excellent thought my dear. We have our pedigree here Master Daleus. Would that be sufficient for you to credit it to our house?”
(Persuasion 8)
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Group 3
Daleus gives the two of them a large smile. "But of course!" He says. He raises a hand and a young scribe shuffles forward from the corner of the shop. "Fetch my quill and ink. This noble Lord and Lady have just purchased one of our finest items." He accepts Zamar's proof of pedigree, but hesitates to open the old scroll. The years of travelling has worn the document and its age is immediately apparent. "My," he says with a nod, "you have been incognito for awhile, it seems." This doesn't seem to bother him; however, as the authenticity of the document appears to check out. With a flourish, he leads the two of you to a small desk at the back of the store. Even the desk seems to be of exceptional craftsmanship, as if the feywild itself decided to shape the wood for the shop. Daleus begins the process of writing up the letters and receipts, stamping them with the sign of his Patriar and having Zamar sign them. The process takes quite a bit of time, but once it's done, the pendant and chain - all valued with a certificate of authenticity to the tune of 2,500gp - is yours.
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Group 3/Team Awesome
The pendant was probably the coolest thing Lera owned. Also, the most expensive, but still! She used her newfound skills of observation to look over the papers, which all seemed in order. Mind you, the grandparents she didn’t remember would probably not be happy when they found out they had been charged 2.5 thousand gold...
“To the Rose Portal?” Lera looked back at her father, switching back to Celestial. “Knowing that Viscardi bought out most of the paper...”
”I agree,” her father nodded. The two Zahuv’s made their way to the Rose Portal, both giddy and nervous by their success at Dale’s.
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PBP: Evaine Brae in Innistrad: Dark Ascension
PBP: Cor'avin in Tomb of Annihilation
Group 3
After another 20 minutes of walking, the father and daughter team found themselves standing outside the Lathander's Rose Portal. It's a beautiful structure made of rose-red sandstone, that has been cut and polished to form a structure that looks like giant pair of humans hands, clasped together. Long, narrow stained glass (pink in hue, of course) windows are located between the fingers, and the entire structure has been coated in melted glass. The structure is stunning and it's a sight to behold. The area is peaceful, and on a bench near the Rose Portal, you see a muscled man making out with a smaller woman. The peace is broken by a high pitched squeal from the other side of a nearby building, followed by a hushed, "shhh!" Giggles follow, but the couple on the bench doesn't seem to notice.
(Lera Perception check 9)
A dwarf with a canoe on his back? What could go wrong?
Group 2
After being ushered out of the Happy-Hangman with a Counterfeit Coin and information on where to get a 1000GP diamond the group decides to seek out Shanolia's contact for a shimmering shield. Unfortunately, she doesn't know exactly where the Goliath's is. Perrin decides to ask around to see if someone has seen a Goliath about. However, that proves harder than anticipated. It takes Perrin an hour to find anyone who will spare the time to talk to him. On the farm people always made time to talk but in the big city, it seems like everyone is in too much of a hurry to talk. Perrin thinks. Eventually, though Perrin does talk to a nice old woman who has seen the Goliath and gives them direction. Now the group finds themselves outside of the Goliaths shop. Hopefully, we can find the shield here. We do have to get back to the others before it gets dark. Perrin reminds himself before he enters the Goliath's establishment.
//Charisma for getting directions Perrin: 7//
Group 1
Woe and Singe are stopped at Baldur's Gate. There, the Watch has formed a line for people waiting to get in to the Upper City. "What's the hold up!?" Someone says. He's young, well dressed, and appears to be carrying several large crates. Most likely he's a courier for one of the Patriars.
"Just hold and wait your turn!" Calls out one of the guards. They seem to have their hands full with someone at the gate. It's hard to tell from the back of the line, but it appears to be a child. After such a long walk, standing in the warm sun makes this an uncomfortable experience.
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Group 2
You find yourselves standing outside of Flint's Smithy. Stepping inside you see a typical blacksmiths shop, armor and weapons aplenty. In the back you can hear the sounds of someone hard at work, as hammer strikes anvil. A tired looking female gnome makes her way to the front, passing through the curtain that separates the shop from the smithy. "Welcome to Flint's," she says, monotone voice. "What can I help you with?"
A dwarf with a canoe on his back? What could go wrong?
Group 2
"Hello, Mam. My names Perrin, the human is Koll, and the elf is Shanolia. Shanolia is an old friend of Flint. We are hoping to talk to him. Is that him in the back?"
Perrin is asking the Gnome while Shanolia is standing by the door and Koll hasn't said anything.
Group 2
The Gnome stares at Perrin, expressionless. She finally blinks, then rolls her eyes. "Flint!" she screamed as she passed through the curtain once again. The sounds of work stop, and the trio can hear muffled conversation that cuts off quickly. Moments later, a large Goliath walks through the curtain. Now, the sight of a Goliath is a something you would always remember, but what makes this one even more noticeable is the flaming red wig that sits atop his head. "Hello, friend of Flint! Anything you want, I can make -" He stops short when he spots Shanolia. "You," he said, the smile instantly dropping from his face. "No. Nothing for you!"
A dwarf with a canoe on his back? What could go wrong?
Group 2
"Wait, Flint!" Perrin exclaims. "Shanolia is not the customer but me; she simply told me of you. You wouldn't believe how hard it is to find someone who knows a Red Haired Goliath that is also a smith. I'm looking for two specific items that only you can help me with." Perrin is trying to channel as much Charisma as he can. "I'm willing to pay or trade for said items. Please, I need a piece of your hair and a shield that shimmers. Are you willing to help me?" Perrin makes a mental note to ask Shanolia exactly what her relationship with Flint is later.
Group 2
The giant slides the wig off, scratching at his sweaty head beneath. The thought of hair was appealing for awhile, but the heat, sweat, and constant itchiness of wearing the thing while working finally got on his last nerve. He flings the wig at the halfling and sweat splatters over those nearby. "Take it and leave," he says. "If I see you again," he takes a step towards the elf, "I'll finish what I started." The tone and pure hatred in his eyes makes you believe him. This Goliath, whether skilled in combat or not, would not hesitate to take the elf's head.
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Group 1
"What should we do? I’d like to intervene, but it could cause too much trouble."
"I am happy to intervene... But let me guess you will want to save a child on the way?"
"...Yes" Singe squirms, "But I don’t want to get in trouble. Do you have Charm Person? But they’ll realize that we helped the child. Could you hold our place in line? I'm going to go find out what the commotion is."
He slips out of line, and skirts up to the gate.
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"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
Group 1
As Singe gets closer to the gate, the line seems to converge into more of a semi-circle surrounding the scene. Peering through the crowd, it looks like three guards are knelt next to a little girl. You see Needle off to the side, writing as much as he can on a piece of parchment. The girl seems... off. She tries to speak, but no words come out.
"We've called for help, child. It'll be ok," one of the guards say. Tears start streaking from her eyes and she looks about, her head lolling awkwardly as she does.
"Was she trying to get in?" A guard asks.
"No... she was trying to leave," another responds. "Gods... she could be a Patriar's daughter!" He exclaims.
A few people in the crowd gasp and the first guard takes it upon himself to try to shoo them away. "The gate is closed!" He calls out. "Come back in another hour and we'll have it open again!" There's a general groan that emanates from the crowd as they voice their disagreement with the decision. Knowing there's no other option, many of them turn away and tell others in the line that the gate is closed.
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Group 2
Perrin catches the red wig and responds with a quick "Thank You" before leaving the shop. Looking at the sky he thinks and then says "We better get back to the others. Oh, Shanolia we don't know if you heard earlier but there are more of us that split up in order to cover more ground. We agreed to meet back up at Needle's office at 8 pm with what we gathered so far and then make plans to get the rest." When Shanolia mentions that she has one last quick thing to do Perrin responds with "Make it quick. We have a long treck back to the others and we're cutting it close as it is." Perrin will motion for Shanolia to do whatever it is that the elf wants to do. He will go into his bag count seeing exactly what they have gathered and making sure that his pies are still safe. I wonder if that guy with the flame hair can warm my pies back up. Perrin thinks as he waits for Shanolia to do whatever it is they're doing.
Group 2 (Technically Alone)
With a curt nod to her halfing partner, Shanolia raises her hood and disappears into the alleyway beside the shop. There are several windows, but they're all barred and closed.
She almost gives up, before noticing a wall raised just above head height. Shanolia easily climbs and peers over, taking note of the open door between the shop and where Flint was currently hammering away at a fresh piece of Iron, likely imagining it as her head. There were no shimmering shields in sight, likely kept inside with the rest of Flint's completed wares.
Seeing all she needed to see, Shanolia drops from the wall and returns to the group, lowering her hood as she steps back into the street.
"I have observed all I require. You may lead the way."
/r 1d20+7 = (17)+7 = 24 #Stealth Check
Success
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Group 1
When the crowd slowly starts to thin out, Woe steps forward, no longer concerned about their place in the queue. "Singe, what happened?" "A bizarre girl, it looks like we're intervening." He approaches the guards and says "What seems to be the problem?" He's not looking at the guards, he looking directly at the girl.
Insight Check on the girl: 22
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"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
Group 1
As Singe crosses the threshold of the onlookers, one of the guards steps forward. "Stay back," he says. "If this is some sort of disease, we don't want it spreading." When he says this, many of the onlookers leave, others take a few more steps back leaving Singe and Woe standing out like a sore thumb.
The girl is pale, deathly pale. You see drool falling from the corner of her mouth, tears streaming down her eyes, and her mouth moving as if trying to speak. Her head turns in your direction, flopping to the side until it's parallel to the ground. She raises an arm as if to point at you, but it drops of its own accord. How she's still standing on her feet is a mystery, as this girl is afflicted with something that you've never seen before.
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Group 1
"Then you stay back as well!" Singe cries to the guards and the onlookers, flame rising from outstretched hands. "You are trained to keep others safe, as am I! Let me see what I can do!" Singe extinguishes the flame and walks around the girl.
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"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
Group 3/Team Noble Charlatans
Zamar cocks his head to one side craning to hear the voices coming from around the wall. He raises an eyebrow towards Lera and mouths the word “Booty?”
She shrugs and glances toward where the voices are coming from. Her face brightens. “Treasure Map?” She sends with her message cantrip.
He grins and motions in their direction. The pair walk casually but quietly over hoping to catch the skulkers unaware.
(Stealth: 9 for me, 16 for Lera)
Zamar Zahuv - Level 4 Aasimar Bard in Whispers of Dissent
Golos - Level 1 Halfling Barbarian in Night's Dark Terror
Jerrok Flametongue - Level 6 Human Barbarian in Zendikar - Whispers of the Aeons
R'thr Ka'ri - Level 5 Paladin in The Adventures of Bubbles (every other Wednesday)
Johnathan Moonspeaker - Level 6 Druid in Web of Lies (every other Friday)
DM of Something Wicked This Way Comes - D&D Modernverse (every other Tuesday)