"Pedagogy: the means and beliefs by which educators conduct their teaching practices... I... I don't know how I know that." The IronMaiden states a little surprised at themselves as they lead their horse toward the stables, as they get there they cast a wary look to the others. "Is this a place of business? I am unaware of a fair price for a night's rest for a horse but we are in possession of this..." They pull out a hefty bag of gold with at least 500 gold in it "...will this suffice?"
"I believe Archie collected this through her travels with you all." The IronMaiden states earnestly, "Do not worry Reed, this is currency, it is not explosive or dangerous to a degree that I am aware of."
Fisk shrugs in a way that communicates, suit yourself and leads the group to the stables. When Iron Maiden pulls out the bag of coin, Reya also attempts to get them to put it away and is curious on the answer to Reed's question. Her eyes widen a bit at IMs answer.
Fisk takes a look at Reed as he mentions that his gear has taken a bit of a beating. He smirks a bit and responds, "Well, we could try Erudite's and see what he can do with leathers? I mean he is pretty amazing. As for a fletcher... I don't know, weapon working isn't something that is done here that I have seen."
You arrive at the stables and a very short and stout dwarf comes waddling out from behind a horse he is shoeing. Giving the tall horse a smack on the thigh, it trots out of the way as the man comes to the lot of you. The dwarf has almost gold hair that is covered with a green hat and a gold beard that almost reaches the ground. His red bulbous nose almost hides his beady little eyes as he squints at you while wiping off his hands on his trousers. "Y'all need ta put up your steeds? We'se gots room. Even for that there possum. How longs ya stayin?"
Roo rides along on the back of Glory of Morning...who is still clinging to the saddle of the horse. He looks at the buildings as they go, marvels at how big they are, how big everything is. And while Baldur's Gate was busy...there is something here that stands out to him more. Catches him more.
"I do say, I don't understand why you featherless, Reed excluded of course, have to build everything so clucking big." He says, his head bobbing from side to side. "What is the meaning of all this? Buck! What is the purpose? How does this please Gallus or any of those dreadful false idols you all seem so very fond of?"
When they drop their mounts off at the stables, he spends some time talking to Glory of Morning, stroking her head and assuring her what a good and faithful steed she has been. After that, he seems ready to move along.
Virro secures the piece of black, dirty cloth over his shield, tied on with pieces of rope, but what looks like two eye holes torn in the middle of it. When Candlekeep comes into view, he raises up in his saddle, the excitement pulsing through him. All the books! All the knowledge! Amazing, how beautiful! He is beside himself. As Corlith begins to speak and warn them, he nods vigorously, agreeing with his sentiment.
He holds his face rather blank as he hears the condensed tour from Fisk. He follows after Reed to put away his mount. “We need to look after Archie and Ironmaiden first, that should be our first objective.” He dismounts and starts to walk and look around, hardly knowing where to look first.
Ironmaiden pays an awkwardly intense amount of attention to what Roo is doing more than what Roo is saying. In response they approach their horse and begin rythmically and robotically patting it mumbling "you are a good horse, your efforts in transporting us is appreciated, you have purpose and value."
At Virro's insistance to help Archie and themselves first, The Ironmaiden puts out a hand on Virro's shoulder, "I appreciate your request for expediency, and we are also anxious to receive help. But we do not know the risks of this place, being prepared should come first. At the current rate of absorbtion, Archie will not perish for several months. however I hope we can visit this Artificer specialist before we meet Fisk's contact and are made busy with other requests."
"I think you are both right, in part", Corlith interjects on the conversation between Virro and Ironmaiden. "This place is new and we don't know anyone here or how things work. I suggest we make contact with Sylvira Savikas and enlist her help procuring a master artificer. After all, we have something she is desperately interested in by all accounts, so she should be persuadable".
He then turns and addresses the dwarf stable-master, "Greetings, good sir. We are not quite sure how long we will be staying, it could be just a day or it could be a week or more. What is your daily rate? Perhaps it would be best to just pay day by day for now".
"Oh yes, she is going to be very excited about that puzzle box." Fisk smiles as he watches the proceedings.
The dwarf runs his hand down his beard a couple of times, "Sir? Whys name is Khe’ril Hammerbind, yous can call me Khe'ril. Now rates you says? Nah, yous gives me donations. Now yous donate how much you want me to dote on yours. Likes that ones there," he points to IM who is vigorously petting his steed, "theys going to donates lots for me to take cares of the horse. No worries on time, just stop bys to lets me know when you plan on leavin." He smiles like he has you, but in a genial sort of way.
Reed pats the pony he's been riding but doesn't go down the Roo and IronMaiden route of praising it other than to say "See you later."
Reed then gives Fisk a bit of a side eye. "She can look at the puzzle box after we talk about our friend's problem here," Reed says nodding towards IronMaiden.
He looks back at the dwarf running the stable. "Does anyone here dabble in armor? Or fletch arrows?"
Reed holds Khe'ril's gaze for a few beats. He eventually says to the air near his head, "No he's going to be joining you. At least not yet."
He then reaches into his bag and fishes out 5 gold pieces and hands them over to the dwarf.
"I expect that's more than enough of a donation to look after all of these animals, and look after them well," Reed says letting the unspoken or else hang in the air for a moment. "Plus enough to answer my question."
When Reed talks to the air near his head, Virro holds his hand up to his mouth and starts giggling, stifling a laugh. He says to himself, “I wish I could see them…”
Corlith starts to dig around in his pouch when Reed starts to converse with Khe'ril, and he holds his breath as his halfling companion starts to talk to the air beside him again. He only releases it when Reed hands over 5 gold. He decides to interject before the dwarf can figure out if there are any harmful implications to what Reed has said, or didn't say.
"Indeed, 5 gold seems a fine donation. My halfling friend here is generous, wouldn't you say Khe'Ril? Certainly worthy of a simple request for directions", he says patting Reed gently on the back.
Khe'ril smiles as the coins clink into his open hand. As he shoves the coins in his pouch he considers Corlith and Reed and scratches his chin through his beard. "Hmm... lookings for a arrow maker and armors? I suppose you could ask Alkrist over at The Hearth, sures he'd help you out. Tells him I sentcha."
Reya walks over and hands him another gold coin and nodding to the possum, "Make sure she's happy, alright?" The dwarf smiles, but you can't see it, just can tell by the twinkle in his eyes.
Khe'ril takes the mounts into his care whistling away...
"the Hearth, Savikas, and an artificer... We have much to do and see" IronMaiden states hoping that Reed's conversation has sated any need for the group to engage in this confounding commerce for the time being.
They stop putting the horse likely to the horses relief, and let Khe'ril take the reins, then they simply stand to one side statuesque waiting for the next thing to happen.
With the animals taken care of, Corlith looks to Fisk.
"So how does this work? Can you simply take us to your boss?", he asks Fisk. "If so, lead the way. If not, it would be good to know how long it will take to get an audience. And if there is any better way to find a master artificer, then tell us now as well. I don't want to waste precious time needlessly".
Falaster takes a long look at The Hearth but then turns back to Corlith, "Yeah, I can take you to her, she'll be happy to see us." He leads the group towards the large Emerald door.
As you approach, he holds up his hand to the rest of you in a gesture to 'wait here' and he walks up to the Keeper at the door. After a couple of hushed comments, the Keeper opens the door and ushers you all through. You notice that this is the main keep of Candlekeep, a towering edifice that houses the Great Library as well as hundreds of monks and wizards. So many of these people are bustling about, noses in books and scrolls as some are silent and some talk to themselves. As you meander through the keep towards one of the spires, helpful monks stop to offer directions but Falaster waves them off.
You all enter the spire Fisk leads you to and climb several stories of twisted stairs. A very tall and skinny door greats you at the top, it is slightly ajar and Fisk pushes it all the way open allowing you all to enter. The walls of this circular tower chamber are punctuated by arched windows that are currently shuttered. Bookcases filled with eldritch volumes stand between the windows, while tables are crowded with specimen jars, alchemical equipment, and other clutter. The scent of it all hangs in the air and pierces your senses. Engraved into the floor of the chamber is a large, nine-pointed star.
A middle-aged tiefling dressed in wizardly robes stands by one of the windows, caught in a fugue of intense contemplation. Perched on the corner of a table nearby is a spindly little demon with warty green skin, buggy eyes, thin black horns, and a whip-like tail.
As you all cascade into the room, she turns to you all and a wide grin creases her face, "I can't tell you how pleased I am to see you," says the tiefling. "What have you brought me?"
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"Pedagogy: the means and beliefs by which educators conduct their teaching practices... I... I don't know how I know that." The IronMaiden states a little surprised at themselves as they lead their horse toward the stables, as they get there they cast a wary look to the others. "Is this a place of business? I am unaware of a fair price for a night's rest for a horse but we are in possession of this..." They pull out a hefty bag of gold with at least 500 gold in it "...will this suffice?"
Travin Tiller, Junk Dweller Bard, AURYN.
The Ironmaiden, Questionable Artificer, Descent into Avernus.
DM, Peacekeepers of Northmorrah
Reed loses all interest in what pedagogy may or may not mean when the IronMaiden pulls out a huge bag of coins.
He quickly looks around to make sure no one is watching.
”Put that away before you get us all killed. And where on earth did you get that?” Reed asks.
Trying to distract from an animated suit of armour waving a small fortune around, Reed calls over to Fisk.
”Hey Fisky, does this place have an adventurer outfitters? Or a decent leather worker and a fletcher? My gear’s taken a bit of a beating.”
"I believe Archie collected this through her travels with you all." The IronMaiden states earnestly, "Do not worry Reed, this is currency, it is not explosive or dangerous to a degree that I am aware of."
Travin Tiller, Junk Dweller Bard, AURYN.
The Ironmaiden, Questionable Artificer, Descent into Avernus.
DM, Peacekeepers of Northmorrah
Fisk shrugs in a way that communicates, suit yourself and leads the group to the stables. When Iron Maiden pulls out the bag of coin, Reya also attempts to get them to put it away and is curious on the answer to Reed's question. Her eyes widen a bit at IMs answer.
Fisk takes a look at Reed as he mentions that his gear has taken a bit of a beating. He smirks a bit and responds, "Well, we could try Erudite's and see what he can do with leathers? I mean he is pretty amazing. As for a fletcher... I don't know, weapon working isn't something that is done here that I have seen."
You arrive at the stables and a very short and stout dwarf comes waddling out from behind a horse he is shoeing. Giving the tall horse a smack on the thigh, it trots out of the way as the man comes to the lot of you. The dwarf has almost gold hair that is covered with a green hat and a gold beard that almost reaches the ground. His red bulbous nose almost hides his beady little eyes as he squints at you while wiping off his hands on his trousers. "Y'all need ta put up your steeds? We'se gots room. Even for that there possum. How longs ya stayin?"
Roo rides along on the back of Glory of Morning...who is still clinging to the saddle of the horse. He looks at the buildings as they go, marvels at how big they are, how big everything is. And while Baldur's Gate was busy...there is something here that stands out to him more. Catches him more.
"I do say, I don't understand why you featherless, Reed excluded of course, have to build everything so clucking big." He says, his head bobbing from side to side. "What is the meaning of all this? Buck! What is the purpose? How does this please Gallus or any of those dreadful false idols you all seem so very fond of?"
When they drop their mounts off at the stables, he spends some time talking to Glory of Morning, stroking her head and assuring her what a good and faithful steed she has been. After that, he seems ready to move along.
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Virro secures the piece of black, dirty cloth over his shield, tied on with pieces of rope, but what looks like two eye holes torn in the middle of it. When Candlekeep comes into view, he raises up in his saddle, the excitement pulsing through him. All the books! All the knowledge! Amazing, how beautiful! He is beside himself. As Corlith begins to speak and warn them, he nods vigorously, agreeing with his sentiment.
He holds his face rather blank as he hears the condensed tour from Fisk. He follows after Reed to put away his mount. “We need to look after Archie and Ironmaiden first, that should be our first objective.” He dismounts and starts to walk and look around, hardly knowing where to look first.
Ironmaiden pays an awkwardly intense amount of attention to what Roo is doing more than what Roo is saying. In response they approach their horse and begin rythmically and robotically patting it mumbling "you are a good horse, your efforts in transporting us is appreciated, you have purpose and value."
At Virro's insistance to help Archie and themselves first, The Ironmaiden puts out a hand on Virro's shoulder, "I appreciate your request for expediency, and we are also anxious to receive help. But we do not know the risks of this place, being prepared should come first. At the current rate of absorbtion, Archie will not perish for several months. however I hope we can visit this Artificer specialist before we meet Fisk's contact and are made busy with other requests."
Travin Tiller, Junk Dweller Bard, AURYN.
The Ironmaiden, Questionable Artificer, Descent into Avernus.
DM, Peacekeepers of Northmorrah
"I think you are both right, in part", Corlith interjects on the conversation between Virro and Ironmaiden. "This place is new and we don't know anyone here or how things work. I suggest we make contact with Sylvira Savikas and enlist her help procuring a master artificer. After all, we have something she is desperately interested in by all accounts, so she should be persuadable".
He then turns and addresses the dwarf stable-master, "Greetings, good sir. We are not quite sure how long we will be staying, it could be just a day or it could be a week or more. What is your daily rate? Perhaps it would be best to just pay day by day for now".
"Oh yes, she is going to be very excited about that puzzle box." Fisk smiles as he watches the proceedings.
The dwarf runs his hand down his beard a couple of times, "Sir? Whys name is Khe’ril Hammerbind, yous can call me Khe'ril. Now rates you says? Nah, yous gives me donations. Now yous donate how much you want me to dote on yours. Likes that ones there," he points to IM who is vigorously petting his steed, "theys going to donates lots for me to take cares of the horse. No worries on time, just stop bys to lets me know when you plan on leavin." He smiles like he has you, but in a genial sort of way.
Reed pats the pony he's been riding but doesn't go down the Roo and IronMaiden route of praising it other than to say "See you later."
Reed then gives Fisk a bit of a side eye. "She can look at the puzzle box after we talk about our friend's problem here," Reed says nodding towards IronMaiden.
He looks back at the dwarf running the stable. "Does anyone here dabble in armor? Or fletch arrows?"
At Reed's question, Khe'ril stands there with his hand out, waiting for his donation.
Reed holds Khe'ril's gaze for a few beats. He eventually says to the air near his head, "No he's going to be joining you. At least not yet."
He then reaches into his bag and fishes out 5 gold pieces and hands them over to the dwarf.
"I expect that's more than enough of a donation to look after all of these animals, and look after them well," Reed says letting the unspoken or else hang in the air for a moment. "Plus enough to answer my question."
When Reed talks to the air near his head, Virro holds his hand up to his mouth and starts giggling, stifling a laugh. He says to himself, “I wish I could see them…”
Corlith starts to dig around in his pouch when Reed starts to converse with Khe'ril, and he holds his breath as his halfling companion starts to talk to the air beside him again. He only releases it when Reed hands over 5 gold. He decides to interject before the dwarf can figure out if there are any harmful implications to what Reed has said, or didn't say.
"Indeed, 5 gold seems a fine donation. My halfling friend here is generous, wouldn't you say Khe'Ril? Certainly worthy of a simple request for directions", he says patting Reed gently on the back.
Khe'ril smiles as the coins clink into his open hand. As he shoves the coins in his pouch he considers Corlith and Reed and scratches his chin through his beard. "Hmm... lookings for a arrow maker and armors? I suppose you could ask Alkrist over at The Hearth, sures he'd help you out. Tells him I sentcha."
Reya walks over and hands him another gold coin and nodding to the possum, "Make sure she's happy, alright?" The dwarf smiles, but you can't see it, just can tell by the twinkle in his eyes.
Khe'ril takes the mounts into his care whistling away...
"the Hearth, Savikas, and an artificer... We have much to do and see" IronMaiden states hoping that Reed's conversation has sated any need for the group to engage in this confounding commerce for the time being.
They stop putting the horse likely to the horses relief, and let Khe'ril take the reins, then they simply stand to one side statuesque waiting for the next thing to happen.
Travin Tiller, Junk Dweller Bard, AURYN.
The Ironmaiden, Questionable Artificer, Descent into Avernus.
DM, Peacekeepers of Northmorrah
Reed watches Khe’ril a moment or two longer then turns and smiles at the group. “Where to first?”
With the animals taken care of, Corlith looks to Fisk.
"So how does this work? Can you simply take us to your boss?", he asks Fisk. "If so, lead the way. If not, it would be good to know how long it will take to get an audience. And if there is any better way to find a master artificer, then tell us now as well. I don't want to waste precious time needlessly".
Falaster takes a long look at The Hearth but then turns back to Corlith, "Yeah, I can take you to her, she'll be happy to see us." He leads the group towards the large Emerald door.
As you approach, he holds up his hand to the rest of you in a gesture to 'wait here' and he walks up to the Keeper at the door. After a couple of hushed comments, the Keeper opens the door and ushers you all through. You notice that this is the main keep of Candlekeep, a towering edifice that houses the Great Library as well as hundreds of monks and wizards. So many of these people are bustling about, noses in books and scrolls as some are silent and some talk to themselves. As you meander through the keep towards one of the spires, helpful monks stop to offer directions but Falaster waves them off.
You all enter the spire Fisk leads you to and climb several stories of twisted stairs. A very tall and skinny door greats you at the top, it is slightly ajar and Fisk pushes it all the way open allowing you all to enter. The walls of this circular tower chamber are punctuated by arched windows that are currently shuttered. Bookcases filled with eldritch volumes stand between the windows, while tables are crowded with specimen jars, alchemical equipment, and other clutter. The scent of it all hangs in the air and pierces your senses. Engraved into the floor of the chamber is a large, nine-pointed star.
A middle-aged tiefling dressed in wizardly robes stands by one of the windows, caught in a fugue of intense contemplation. Perched on the corner of a table nearby is a spindly little demon with warty green skin, buggy eyes, thin black horns, and a whip-like tail.
As you all cascade into the room, she turns to you all and a wide grin creases her face, "I can't tell you how pleased I am to see you," says the tiefling. "What have you brought me?"