Issac sighed "greeeaaaat..." He slightly groaned. He Pulled out his grimore and flipped through it for any spells that could help to decipher the surrounding area. He took off his hood to see better. He had auburn short hair and silver eyes that read over the pages of the dusty book.
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"Is this hell?" "NOPE!" "Purgatory?" "ITS DEFINETLY PURGATORY! AIN'T NO WAY THIS IS HELL. HELL IS TOO STIMULATING!"
“Ouch, that was unexpected!” Fenyra recoils a bit from the book as it gives her a little shock. ”Well, other than showing us Astolfia, there isn’t much to go on here. Maybe start heading that way and a path will appear? If not at least that is a place to head.” Fenyra gets up with the book still to the map and starts walking in that direction just to see if anything happens.
As the halfling began to walk, a small arrow appeared in the direct way she was walking, as if a compass guiding her to an area. Surprisingly, DIO's voice was nowhere to be heard despite his calming, almost fatherly nature of 'guiding' others. The motion of the arrow caused some dust to shake off, revealing some other names! Only one letter made itself visible, and that was A.
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"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
The map continued to rustle around, suddenly flipping a page automatically to Eric's surprise! This page shows a list of DIO's suppliers, certain shops, and businesses that purchase and sell his goods.
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"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
Issac watches the map in Fenyra's hand. He raises an eyebrow under the hood. To get a better look at the map, he takes off his hood. His hair is auburn color with fading color round the tips of the hair follicles. His eyes look like molten silver.
He sighed and rubs the back of his neck "I guess while we are finding pick up some herbs and stuff." He said and yawned.
He looks at Eric and tilts his head "you said you needed to get stuff. Lets go find a place." He said
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"Is this hell?" "NOPE!" "Purgatory?" "ITS DEFINETLY PURGATORY! AIN'T NO WAY THIS IS HELL. HELL IS TOO STIMULATING!"
The nearest supply shot was a mere block away, taking a short walk to get to the small shop. The city air was rancid, full of smog and smells of garbage and street food as the part walked down the block. Despite the revolting air, it seemed that the people were even worse, shooting their daily glares at them. As they entered the shop, an orcish shopkeep stood behind the counter, jotting down shome notes as she sent them an annoyed look.
"Time is money, friend."
She went back to her simple job of writing down prices as the party looked around the fiarly clean general store.
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"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
Fenyra is realizing she is carrying too much and is a bit overburdened. "Excuse me, could I do a trade? This scale mail for a chain shirt? And then would you also have a shield for sale?"
Eric strides over to the where the bullets are. He picks up a box of Sub Machine gun ammo and some shirts. He wonders for a sec if he should pack summer clothes or winter clothes. He figures you few full-sleeved shirts and office pants would do the job well. While picking out the clothes, he peeks through the small opening to see what's in there.
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Issac sighed "greeeaaaat..." He slightly groaned. He Pulled out his grimore and flipped through it for any spells that could help to decipher the surrounding area. He took off his hood to see better. He had auburn short hair and silver eyes that read over the pages of the dusty book.
@WendigoOfLore - You casting a spell?
"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
DM of Night of the Nutcracker.
(not yet. I'm looking through my homebrew for a certain spell I made but for now, he's just looking)
“Ouch, that was unexpected!” Fenyra recoils a bit from the book as it gives her a little shock. ”Well, other than showing us Astolfia, there isn’t much to go on here. Maybe start heading that way and a path will appear? If not at least that is a place to head.” Fenyra gets up with the book still to the map and starts walking in that direction just to see if anything happens.
(Alrighty! Would anybody else like to do something during the moment?)
"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
DM of Night of the Nutcracker.
Eric mentions, "If we are going to a whole other country, shouldn't we pack clothes? I still need bullets and possibly emergency food."
(Eric is going to look at the map to try and find the nearest store to buy bullets and rations from. )
As the halfling began to walk, a small arrow appeared in the direct way she was walking, as if a compass guiding her to an area. Surprisingly, DIO's voice was nowhere to be heard despite his calming, almost fatherly nature of 'guiding' others. The motion of the arrow caused some dust to shake off, revealing some other names! Only one letter made itself visible, and that was A.
"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
DM of Night of the Nutcracker.
The map continued to rustle around, suddenly flipping a page automatically to Eric's surprise! This page shows a list of DIO's suppliers, certain shops, and businesses that purchase and sell his goods.
"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
DM of Night of the Nutcracker.
Issac watches the map in Fenyra's hand. He raises an eyebrow under the hood. To get a better look at the map, he takes off his hood. His hair is auburn color with fading color round the tips of the hair follicles. His eyes look like molten silver.
He sighed and rubs the back of his neck "I guess while we are finding pick up some herbs and stuff." He said and yawned.
He looks at Eric and tilts his head "you said you needed to get stuff. Lets go find a place." He said
“Might as well. No point heading out unprepared.” says Leo, as he and the group head toward the nearest supply store.
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
The nearest supply shot was a mere block away, taking a short walk to get to the small shop. The city air was rancid, full of smog and smells of garbage and street food as the part walked down the block. Despite the revolting air, it seemed that the people were even worse, shooting their daily glares at them. As they entered the shop, an orcish shopkeep stood behind the counter, jotting down shome notes as she sent them an annoyed look.
"Time is money, friend."
She went back to her simple job of writing down prices as the party looked around the fiarly clean general store.
"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
DM of Night of the Nutcracker.
Eric asks, "Got any bullets for a sub machine gun?"
Issac looks among the shelves of things till he gets to the herbal rack. he smiles slightly and brushes aside mint and hawthorn, rose and sage.
“Suppose I might as well pick up a box of shotgun ammo, too.” Leo adds.
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
Fenyra is realizing she is carrying too much and is a bit overburdened. "Excuse me, could I do a trade? This scale mail for a chain shirt? And then would you also have a shield for sale?"
The orc would look over the adventurers, pinching the crest of her nose as she stuck her hand out in front of the adventurers.
"Christ, people. One at a time!"
The woman barked, pointing a finger at Eric with a small, angry glare in her eyes. She jots down his request and the price.
"You want Sub-Machine gun bullets? They're in the corner."
"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
DM of Night of the Nutcracker.
He adds, "Also clothes."
Leo turns to look toward the corner as well, expecting to see his desired ammunition nearby.
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
"Clothes're by the herbs."
She assured them, sighing a small bit. Near the shelf, there seemed to be a small opening.
(Once again had to deal with IRL stuff, my cousin got married, so there was a wedding to go to.)
"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
DM of Night of the Nutcracker.
(Congrats to your cousin)
Eric strides over to the where the bullets are. He picks up a box of Sub Machine gun ammo and some shirts. He wonders for a sec if he should pack summer clothes or winter clothes. He figures you few full-sleeved shirts and office pants would do the job well. While picking out the clothes, he peeks through the small opening to see what's in there.