As the others conclude their business here and begin to exit, Gasp steps up at last. He thinks for a moment, tilting his head side to side. Finally, he mimics the shop keep "Half dozen healing potions..."
Hatt ties the component pouch to his belt, and lets his shirt fall over it so it's hopefully not too exposed to pickpockets. He steps out of the store, as the sound of Crispy's laughter follows him into the street, and looks around. It's amazing, I've been in this city for six months, but have only ever passed through this square a handful of times, and I never stopped to look. He takes a proper look for the first time, and hopes to see a temple to any god he knows (Perception 11).
You spot a clergyman, his robes with a familiar scales of Tyr upon them, heading down the guarded road. Further along you spot a cathedral, perhaps they'll have shrines to other gods there.
As the others conclude their business here and begin to exit, Gasp steps up at last. He thinks for a moment, tilting his head side to side. Finally, he mimics the shop keep "Half dozen healing potions..."
The tiefling looks back to you, sort of surprised, "Oops, guess I forgot about you. Lemme help you out and then I'll talk to you.", She says as she leaves Belzin, giving a wave to 'Gasp'. She heads to the potion island, opening the counters below. She pulls out a case of healing potions from the counters, passing it along to Gasp, "Alrighty, six potions for 20 gold, here you are."
He gives a nod and then slides the gold over to her. Thinking for a moment, he finally mimics a voice of some gruff sounding drunk guy from the bar last night “Thank ye” and then the sound of what has to be a guy passing out drunk.
Aurelia exits the shop and looks over her own equipment, confirming that she wasn't only low, but completely out, of crossbow bolts. She hadn't engaged in ranged attacks for quite some time, so the need to re-stock had slowly slipped to the back of her mind. When she reaches the blacksmith by the open hearth.
"Excuse me, do you stock ammunition for heavy crossbolts here?"
You spot a clergyman, his robes with a familiar scales of Tyr upon them, heading down the guarded road. Further along you spot a cathedral, perhaps they'll have shrines to other gods there.
Hatt makes a mental note to come back later and take a look at the cathedral. Plenty of time for that when we return. He watches as Aurelia and others head over to the blacksmith, but having no interest in buying weapons, he stays where he is. Instead, he passes a few minutes watching the people as they go by, some hurried, others clearly enjoying a relaxing morning browsing the shops. Without even noticing, he starts whistling an old folk tune, though probably not loud enough for anyone in the busy square to hear.
Aurelia exits the shop and looks over her own equipment, confirming that she wasn't only low, but completely out, of crossbow bolts. She hadn't engaged in ranged attacks for quite some time, so the need to re-stock had slowly slipped to the back of her mind. When she reaches the blacksmith by the open hearth.
"Excuse me, do you stock ammunition for heavy crossbolts here?"
The human man had a stocky build, his blacksmith apron protecting his clothes from getting covered in soot. A few scars cover his bald head, some gashes along his neck.The man nods, setting his shovel down. He heads into his store and comes back out with a bundle of bolts bounded by copper wire. He sets it onto his anvil, "Two gold for 20 bolts.", He declares.
Crispy took a moment to think about the day so far. Besides having yet another nightmare at night, the day was rather pleasant. Belzin and Hatt had a sense of humor, they had got along right from the start with the silly nicknames she’d given them. Aurelia was unlike anything she had seen before, her skin and her hair was beautiful. She would have to get some tips on how to get a sheen like that. Gasp was literally a bird person, yet another first time for her, but something told her he was interesting, and one day would try and figure him out. Ashley was young and polite, and Crispy enjoyed the time they’ve spent so far, Crispy was happy to help her with supplies, hoping they could become closer one day. She seemed capable. Sociable. And the handsome warlock, he seemed to understand her, asked about her, was nice about it. So far, the company was pleasant, and Crispy got used to them as the day went on. It was also nice because it kept the bad parts about her inside.
Dont mess this up, Cora. You dont have many friends.
Gasp took his potions and tucked them away. He then decided to join the others at the smithy. There it was. That alkaline smell of metal only found in a smithy. Melting metal. Forging weapons. He had spent a lot of time around metal workers when he was outfitted with his iron shackle and other equipment. He couldn't help but look down to the metal plate on the back of his customized gauntlet. There, carved deep into the plate, was the image of a great unblinking eye. The symbol was his cross to bear now. At any rate, did he need anything more? He was quite well outfitted previously and hasn't found need for much since. But, maybe there was something that he was curious about. So he approaches and attempts to get the Smith's attention. Gasp holds up a single silver piece and taps it against the blade of his shortsword.
Gasp took his potions and tucked them away. He then decided to join the others at the smithy. There it was. That alkaline smell of metal only found in a smithy. Melting metal. Forging weapons. He had spent a lot of time around metal workers when he was outfitted with his iron shackle and other equipment. He couldn't help but look down to the metal plate on the back of his customized gauntlet. There, carved deep into the plate, was the image of a great unblinking eye. The symbol was his cross to bear now. At any rate, did he need anything more? He was quite well outfitted previously and hasn't found need for much since. But, maybe there was something that he was curious about. So he approaches and attempts to get the Smith's attention. Gasp holds up a single silver piece and taps it against the blade of his shortsword.
The man nods, taking the silver and the shortsword. He pockets the silver in his apron as he sat at his grindstone, setting to sharpen the sword. Sparks fly as the man presses the edge against the circling stone. A few moments later, the man lifts the sword, inspecting his work. With a nod, he passes it back to Gasp.
The sword is sharpened, adding +2 damage to hits. Shall dull once an engagement is over.
Gasp gives the sword a few cursory swings away from any of the others. Satisfied, he gives the Smith a nod and sheathes it once more. With that, he turns to look to the others. Such an interesting lot. What would they be up to?
Crispy walks over to Gasp. She extends her arm and opens her hand. She smiles, and it's clear she would like to inspect the blade handed to Gasp, and look at the handiwork of the smithy. She feels the weight of it in her hands, and makes a few noises from her mouth that sound like approval. She then whips it up, grabbing it by the hilt, and makes a few swings and thrusts with it. A couple swings go by so fast, Crispy spinning the blade in her palm, it's very clear she's wielded one before with deadly accuracy. A lifetime of training and discipline. She finally flips it around, hilt to Gasp, and she hands it back to him, slowly nodding in approval.
She then takes a look at the other weapons. She only looks, but doesn't buy. The double set of short swords she carries on her right hip mean something very dear and special to her, and would not disrespect and dishonor them by purchasing a new set unless it was absolutely necessary.
Her eyes stopped wandering when she approached the heavy double handed crossbows, a weapon she was familiar with and was taught how to make in the Academy. Maybe one day she would make a specialized one on her own, but today, we was well equipped and ready to go.
With what could only be morbid curiosity does he hand over his newly sharpened blade. The human begins swinging it around, causing Gasp to take a few steps back. It was an impressive and deadly display that he didn't want to become the center piece of. What catches his attention though are the sounds she makes while wielding the blade. As she shadow boxes with the sword, Gasp mimics the odd sounds of approval she makes to a T. Once done, Gasp gives the sound of an audience clapping while also clapping along. He was quite impressed! Finally, he happily accepts it back and sheathes the blade.
Bennett sees this and chuckles. "Excellent showing, Crispy. Looks like you've drawn a crowd." He walks over to Gasp and puts his hand on his shoulder. "You now have an excellent weapon. May it strike true and cause fear in your enemies hearts." Bennett nods his head and smiles. It's been a long time since I've held a sword. The handaxe was just light enough for me to carry out of the camp without it catching on anything. Luckily, I was given the gift to just make one appear.
Crispy looks down at them and explains, “About..10 years? They were a graduation present to me from the Commander in the Academy. They have a special meaning to me, and have been with me ever since. The good, and..the bad.” She pauses a moment, as if unsure if the bad outweighed the good, and couldnt decide wether to smile or not. Realizing she is having a conversation with another human being, she shakes off the memories and smiles weakly. “What about you? Tool of choice?”
Bennett tilts his head, as if pondering something and then he looks around. "I have many gifts and tools of choice, my friend. Some I don't think would be acceptable to show off in the open... in public. Some... maybe." You watch as he extends his arm to his right and faces his palm toward you. His eyes shimmer a faint green light and in his hand appears a glowing green longsword. The sword seems to be faintly pulsating, as if it's a heartbeat. He then quickly dismisses it and looks around cautiously.
As the others conclude their business here and begin to exit, Gasp steps up at last. He thinks for a moment, tilting his head side to side. Finally, he mimics the shop keep "Half dozen healing potions..."
Ashley laughs politely as Crispy's joke. What's our next stop ? we headed to the smith ?
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You spot a clergyman, his robes with a familiar scales of Tyr upon them, heading down the guarded road. Further along you spot a cathedral, perhaps they'll have shrines to other gods there.
The tiefling looks back to you, sort of surprised, "Oops, guess I forgot about you. Lemme help you out and then I'll talk to you.", She says as she leaves Belzin, giving a wave to 'Gasp'. She heads to the potion island, opening the counters below. She pulls out a case of healing potions from the counters, passing it along to Gasp, "Alrighty, six potions for 20 gold, here you are."
He gives a nod and then slides the gold over to her. Thinking for a moment, he finally mimics a voice of some gruff sounding drunk guy from the bar last night “Thank ye” and then the sound of what has to be a guy passing out drunk.
Aurelia exits the shop and looks over her own equipment, confirming that she wasn't only low, but completely out, of crossbow bolts. She hadn't engaged in ranged attacks for quite some time, so the need to re-stock had slowly slipped to the back of her mind. When she reaches the blacksmith by the open hearth.
"Excuse me, do you stock ammunition for heavy crossbolts here?"
Hatt makes a mental note to come back later and take a look at the cathedral. Plenty of time for that when we return. He watches as Aurelia and others head over to the blacksmith, but having no interest in buying weapons, he stays where he is. Instead, he passes a few minutes watching the people as they go by, some hurried, others clearly enjoying a relaxing morning browsing the shops. Without even noticing, he starts whistling an old folk tune, though probably not loud enough for anyone in the busy square to hear.
“After you, young lady.” Crispy smiles and holds the door for Ashley, on to the next destination.
The human man had a stocky build, his blacksmith apron protecting his clothes from getting covered in soot. A few scars cover his bald head, some gashes along his neck.The man nods, setting his shovel down. He heads into his store and comes back out with a bundle of bolts bounded by copper wire. He sets it onto his anvil, "Two gold for 20 bolts.", He declares.
Crispy took a moment to think about the day so far. Besides having yet another nightmare at night, the day was rather pleasant. Belzin and Hatt had a sense of humor, they had got along right from the start with the silly nicknames she’d given them. Aurelia was unlike anything she had seen before, her skin and her hair was beautiful. She would have to get some tips on how to get a sheen like that. Gasp was literally a bird person, yet another first time for her, but something told her he was interesting, and one day would try and figure him out. Ashley was young and polite, and Crispy enjoyed the time they’ve spent so far, Crispy was happy to help her with supplies, hoping they could become closer one day. She seemed capable. Sociable. And the handsome warlock, he seemed to understand her, asked about her, was nice about it. So far, the company was pleasant, and Crispy got used to them as the day went on. It was also nice because it kept the bad parts about her inside.
Dont mess this up, Cora. You dont have many friends.
Gasp took his potions and tucked them away. He then decided to join the others at the smithy. There it was. That alkaline smell of metal only found in a smithy. Melting metal. Forging weapons. He had spent a lot of time around metal workers when he was outfitted with his iron shackle and other equipment. He couldn't help but look down to the metal plate on the back of his customized gauntlet. There, carved deep into the plate, was the image of a great unblinking eye. The symbol was his cross to bear now. At any rate, did he need anything more? He was quite well outfitted previously and hasn't found need for much since. But, maybe there was something that he was curious about. So he approaches and attempts to get the Smith's attention. Gasp holds up a single silver piece and taps it against the blade of his shortsword.
The man nods, taking the silver and the shortsword. He pockets the silver in his apron as he sat at his grindstone, setting to sharpen the sword. Sparks fly as the man presses the edge against the circling stone. A few moments later, the man lifts the sword, inspecting his work. With a nod, he passes it back to Gasp.
The sword is sharpened, adding +2 damage to hits. Shall dull once an engagement is over.
Gasp gives the sword a few cursory swings away from any of the others. Satisfied, he gives the Smith a nod and sheathes it once more. With that, he turns to look to the others. Such an interesting lot. What would they be up to?
Crispy walks over to Gasp. She extends her arm and opens her hand. She smiles, and it's clear she would like to inspect the blade handed to Gasp, and look at the handiwork of the smithy. She feels the weight of it in her hands, and makes a few noises from her mouth that sound like approval. She then whips it up, grabbing it by the hilt, and makes a few swings and thrusts with it. A couple swings go by so fast, Crispy spinning the blade in her palm, it's very clear she's wielded one before with deadly accuracy. A lifetime of training and discipline. She finally flips it around, hilt to Gasp, and she hands it back to him, slowly nodding in approval.
She then takes a look at the other weapons. She only looks, but doesn't buy. The double set of short swords she carries on her right hip mean something very dear and special to her, and would not disrespect and dishonor them by purchasing a new set unless it was absolutely necessary.
Her eyes stopped wandering when she approached the heavy double handed crossbows, a weapon she was familiar with and was taught how to make in the Academy. Maybe one day she would make a specialized one on her own, but today, we was well equipped and ready to go.
With what could only be morbid curiosity does he hand over his newly sharpened blade. The human begins swinging it around, causing Gasp to take a few steps back. It was an impressive and deadly display that he didn't want to become the center piece of. What catches his attention though are the sounds she makes while wielding the blade. As she shadow boxes with the sword, Gasp mimics the odd sounds of approval she makes to a T. Once done, Gasp gives the sound of an audience clapping while also clapping along. He was quite impressed! Finally, he happily accepts it back and sheathes the blade.
Bennett sees this and chuckles. "Excellent showing, Crispy. Looks like you've drawn a crowd." He walks over to Gasp and puts his hand on his shoulder. "You now have an excellent weapon. May it strike true and cause fear in your enemies hearts." Bennett nods his head and smiles. It's been a long time since I've held a sword. The handaxe was just light enough for me to carry out of the camp without it catching on anything. Luckily, I was given the gift to just make one appear.
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Crispy smiles, slighty embarrassed. “Just making sure. Didnt mean to draw a crowd. Short swords are my thing I guess. Wanted to test his out.”
He smiles and looks at the two on your waist. "I see that. How long have you had them?"
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Crispy looks down at them and explains, “About..10 years? They were a graduation present to me from the Commander in the Academy. They have a special meaning to me, and have been with me ever since. The good, and..the bad.” She pauses a moment, as if unsure if the bad outweighed the good, and couldnt decide wether to smile or not. Realizing she is having a conversation with another human being, she shakes off the memories and smiles weakly. “What about you? Tool of choice?”
Bennett tilts his head, as if pondering something and then he looks around. "I have many gifts and tools of choice, my friend. Some I don't think would be acceptable to show off in the open... in public. Some... maybe." You watch as he extends his arm to his right and faces his palm toward you. His eyes shimmer a faint green light and in his hand appears a glowing green longsword. The sword seems to be faintly pulsating, as if it's a heartbeat. He then quickly dismisses it and looks around cautiously.
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