Gimmur: In your chest you find the uniform garments, the wand, the boots, and a set of chain mail similar to what Phillandros found, though obviously sized for you. And while you did not expect to find a new firearm since you already have one of your own, you do find a well crafted Pistol (Exandria) as well.
OOC: The clothing is there. In fact, there's a KoT Studded Leather. Should I add that instead of the standard Studded Leather? Also, are there Pistol (Exandria) Bullets in my box?
Hildigrim's eyes glow as he looks at his box's contents. "Hainard's hairy toes," he almost whispers. His hands wander along the surfaces of the various items, feeling the smoothness of metal and wood and the texture of the wool. A little mystified by the mass of black leather straps, Hildi lifts them out of the box and smiles. "Ah, yes," he says, quickly strapping on the "boots" and wiggling his toes in satisfaction. He stands up, lifts the beautiful overcoat out of the box, and slides it on to inspect the cut. He twists to inspect it briefly and then looks down into the box again, his breath slowing. Carefully, he bends down and retrieves the pistol. With reverence, he handles the gun within his hands, turning it over to inspect it from all angles. "Marvelous," he says to no one. He replaces the weapon and looks around to see everyone else marveling over their own contents. With a big grin, he looks at Dietrich. "What can I shoot first?"
Yes, if you can see it, add the KoT Studded Leather instead. That's what I meant to give you from the start, but I wasn't sure I'd be able to. And no, there are no bullets in the chest.
Edit: Actually, DDP, you shouldn't need to add anything. I already added it all to Hildi's inventory.
"Well, you might find shooting something a bit difficult without ammunition," she responds with a grin. "Fortunately, I have THAT covered for you all as well, since that's a key part of my job as provisioner for you Knights."
With that, she pulls off the small backpack she was wearing that none of you previously noticed, and proceeds to remove eight small leather pouches with silver fittings, which look like they were specifically made to go with your new uniforms.
"I was working on these on the ride out from Waterdeep, and filled them just this morning."
Each of you now also receives an *Excellent Ammo Pouch*. Each comes with 20 rounds of ammunition appropriate to the firearm you received in your chest (only 10 rounds for Blunderbuss), which fills one of the pouch's compartments. Gimmur's pouch includes both 20 rounds for his pistol and 10 for his blunderbuss.
Viira notices Hildi's face go through a quick series of ticks. He then clears his throat and smiles. "Yes. Ammo. Of course." He walks over to the gnome and accepts the proffered pouch.
Edgar excitedly leaps to his feat, casts minor illusion to create a solid 5ft cube around him and strips to his skivies and dresses into the new uniform. Probly takes multiple casts. But he will then walk out of his box in full armor and uniform minus the overcoat.
Edgar will palm the gun, so that the handle is up and out of his hand, then he will pull his black dagger from the air. And stand for inspection.... He will then cast prestidigitation to make sure everything is perfect.
"What do you think everyone? Think it will be quite the intimidating but respectable sight to see us all like this?" Edgar Beams.
Aside from a small snort from watching Phillandros exchange with lady Viira, Night has dutifully stayed silent, watchful, and otherwise the model servant-in-waiting during the proceedings. In spite of the stoic facade, his tail still betrays at least some of the deeply buried eagerness. The motions swiftly dies as Night pops claws and snap into a defensive position.
Oh how he cursed himself for leaving behind his axe! If he could but survive the next... few... minutes... Was that?
Yes. Yes, it was.
He sheathes the clothes, coughs awkwardly into the back of a hand, and tries to play off having reacted to the Bugbear's laughter. In fact, he'll go the step further, and wait until either everyone else pops open their own chest or his name is called.
Vayn runs his fingers over the material of the dress uniform, nodding approvingly as he does, he looks quizzically at the wand, and then with a careful eye at the armour, assessing its quality and the amount of protection and freedom of movement it will afford.
He finally moves to the pistol, gently taking it from the case his inspects it closely opening the chamber and spinning it watching the mechanism at work, without loading the gun he flicks the chamber back in and continues to admire the crafting of the weapon.
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Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Night: As you attempt to settle yourself back down, you note Dietrich watching you closely, a look of amusement in his eyes though he doesn't say anything aloud.
When you finally get around to opening your own chest, you see a similar assortment of items to what the others have revealed so far. The uniform, the wand, the boots (do tell me if you'd prefer actual boots or something more like what Hildi has), and a set of ornate studded leather armor. What is notably different, however, is your firearm, which at first you only see the stock of, sticking up from the midst of the chest's other contents. When you reach in and grasp it, there is some significant weight to it, and as you pull it out it just seems to keep growing. By the time it fully emerges from the chest, you have in your hand a Musket (Exandria) that is nearly 5 full feet in length.
Seeing Edgar's creative use of Minor Illusion, Dietrich and Erulisse both chuckle at his enthusiasm.
"Aye, I think it'll be a sight to see indeed," Dietrich says with a faint smile as he pulls out his own coat for examination. "Which is exactly what we want. Remember how we discussed the value of first impressions?"
Setting aside the coat for the moment, he then picks up the pistol that is also contained in his chest to give it a thorough once-over in much the same way that Vayn does.
"Oh, yes, this will do nicely," he practically croons.
For her part, Jhessana looks exceptionally pleased with her own uniform and nods her agreement with Dietrich's assessment.
"Well then," she finally speaks up with a grin, "It seems we have some new equipment to break in. I'd like everyone to go get changed into your new uniforms, ready your new weapons, and meet up on the firing range out back. Let's see if these things work as well as they look." She casts a playful smile in Viira's direction. "Not that we doubt your craftsmanship, of course."
"And rightly you shouldn't," Viira responds, "but I'd be right offended if you didn't try them out yourselves, so hop to it! I'll go get my things squared away in the workshop and come out to see you guys in a little while."
(Puh-lease~ He's more civilized then some of these other ruffians. Boots will do just fine. ;3)
At some point during Night's apparently blatant worrisome glare at Phillandros back, he notices the good captain looking out of the corner of his eyes, winces, and then with his ears lowered he looks away chewing on his lips. Still subdued when his turn comes up, Night looks couldn't have appeared more reluctant to open his chest. He does so, nevertheless, a faint smile touching his lips upon seeing his own uniform. However, after taking hold of the weapon and drawing it out, his hold demeanor does a one-eighty.
"By the goddess... It's... It's..." Unable to find the words, Night just stares wide-eyed awe at a weapon nearly as long as he is tall! Eventually, the Tabaxi stops his examination to look to Viira with a bright grin, then to Jhessana. He rushes through the formality of a formal bow to Jhessana and Harkin before placing the gun back into its chest, and hurriedly absconding with it all back to his room.
Edgar will walk up to Viira, "miss, i hope you don't mind, but since im already in uniform, would you mind if i help you set up your work station, see i dont know much about these firearms, but im itching to learn. And it would be an honor to learn from the one who crafted these weapons"
Edgar will then use minor illusion to create a bigger version of his gun in mid air, and then use minor illusion again to make the pieces he knows what do appear off the weapon.
"I was hoping you could help me understand the purpose of these parts" he points to a piece. "And maybe why this one is so oddly shaped"
Edgar is waiting for a response to see if Viira is willing to talk and work. But he is wearing the face of a kicked puppy waiting for the answer.
Edgar: Viira gives you a scrutinizing look up and down, seemingly trying to get a measure of you, though her face gives away nothing of her intentions. Finally, she gives you an apologetic smile.
"It's good to see you're so eager to learn, young one," she says sincerely, "but I don't think it will take that long for your fellows to be ready, so there won't really be enough time to teach you anything worthwhile, especially since I'll have to be directing the hired help that's already over there unloading my other supplies."
She pauses thoughtfully for a moment before a look of alarm suddenly springs to her face.
"Cripes! Those fools have probably already placed the crate of sparkrods too close to the powder kegs!"
And without any further explanation, the diminutive blue-furred artificer dashes out the door onto the deck and continues on rushing around the house and out of sight towards the workshop. You can all hear various indistinct gnomish curses being uttered as she goes.
Hildigrim closes his box, lifts it up over his head and trots back to his room. He enters awkwardly, balancing the large box on one hip in order to open and close the door. He places the box down on his bed and looks around the room for a good spot. Bed. Nightstand. Bookshelf. Desk with chair. Chest. Everything neat. Everything tidy. He opens his chest and peers in, shaking his head. Looking around the room one more time, he sighs and decides to put the box on the floor at the foot of his bed. He places it just so and reopens it. Hildi quickly changes into the new uniform and puts his new studded leather armor on over it. He again straps on the "boots", making a mental note to spend more time with them when he has a chance. He feels like there's more to them than he realizes just yet. Finally, he straps on the new holster. He reverently places the pistol into it. After a couple seconds of contemplation, he practices a couple quick draws. He practices shooting, testing the weight and action of the weapon, playing around a little bit in the solitude of his private quarters. When he feels like he's pushing the limits of time, he leaves his room to find the others.
Gimmur clomps off to his quarters and, after several minutes, returns. No longer is he clothed in the raiment of Marthammor Duin, the dwarven god of wanderers. Now, the black-haired dwarf is resplendent in the dark chainmail and uniform of the Knights of Thunder. On his left hip, aligned for a crossdraw, rests his new pistol. Tucked in his waistband is his wand. At his right hand hangs the boomstick that caught Jhessana's attention in the first place - brass barrel etched with dwarven runes of strength and integrity, stock oiled and varnished almost black. The routine of dressing for training seems to have calmed his former anxiousness, and he stands smiling now and ready to earn these gifts.
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Gimmur: In your chest you find the uniform garments, the wand, the boots, and a set of chain mail similar to what Phillandros found, though obviously sized for you. And while you did not expect to find a new firearm since you already have one of your own, you do find a well crafted Pistol (Exandria) as well.
(OOC: By the by, has anyone checked to see if they can follow the links to the KoT Uniform pieces?)
OOC: The clothing is there. In fact, there's a KoT Studded Leather. Should I add that instead of the standard Studded Leather? Also, are there Pistol (Exandria) Bullets in my box?
Hildigrim's eyes glow as he looks at his box's contents. "Hainard's hairy toes," he almost whispers. His hands wander along the surfaces of the various items, feeling the smoothness of metal and wood and the texture of the wool. A little mystified by the mass of black leather straps, Hildi lifts them out of the box and smiles. "Ah, yes," he says, quickly strapping on the "boots" and wiggling his toes in satisfaction. He stands up, lifts the beautiful overcoat out of the box, and slides it on to inspect the cut. He twists to inspect it briefly and then looks down into the box again, his breath slowing. Carefully, he bends down and retrieves the pistol. With reverence, he handles the gun within his hands, turning it over to inspect it from all angles. "Marvelous," he says to no one. He replaces the weapon and looks around to see everyone else marveling over their own contents. With a big grin, he looks at Dietrich. "What can I shoot first?"
Yes, if you can see it, add the KoT Studded Leather instead. That's what I meant to give you from the start, but I wasn't sure I'd be able to. And no, there are no bullets in the chest.
Edit: Actually, DDP, you shouldn't need to add anything. I already added it all to Hildi's inventory.
Viira smirks at Hildi's enthusiasm.
"Well, you might find shooting something a bit difficult without ammunition," she responds with a grin. "Fortunately, I have THAT covered for you all as well, since that's a key part of my job as provisioner for you Knights."
With that, she pulls off the small backpack she was wearing that none of you previously noticed, and proceeds to remove eight small leather pouches with silver fittings, which look like they were specifically made to go with your new uniforms.
"I was working on these on the ride out from Waterdeep, and filled them just this morning."
Each of you now also receives an *Excellent Ammo Pouch*. Each comes with 20 rounds of ammunition appropriate to the firearm you received in your chest (only 10 rounds for Blunderbuss), which fills one of the pouch's compartments. Gimmur's pouch includes both 20 rounds for his pistol and 10 for his blunderbuss.
Vayn sees the others open their boxes and can hardly wait to get his key, quickly opening it as soon as he can.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
OOC: Just so you guys have an idea of what I imagine the complete uniform to look like, here are some of the images I used for inspiration.
For the basic uniform, imagine either of these but in black, with some teal/blue trim or highlights on the tunic:
For the Parade Uniform, meaning the jacket worn over the basic uniform, it looks like this:
And for the full uniform with the KoT Studded Leather, it would be something like this, with the armor itself worn over the uniform:
Sorry, I don't actually have an appropriate image for the chain mail option, but I think you guys should get the idea.
Vayn: Your chest includes the uniform garments, the wand, the boots, a KoT Chain Shirt, and a Pistol (Exandria).
Viira notices Hildi's face go through a quick series of ticks. He then clears his throat and smiles. "Yes. Ammo. Of course." He walks over to the gnome and accepts the proffered pouch.
Edgar excitedly leaps to his feat, casts minor illusion to create a solid 5ft cube around him and strips to his skivies and dresses into the new uniform. Probly takes multiple casts. But he will then walk out of his box in full armor and uniform minus the overcoat.
Edgar will palm the gun, so that the handle is up and out of his hand, then he will pull his black dagger from the air. And stand for inspection.... He will then cast prestidigitation to make sure everything is perfect.
"What do you think everyone? Think it will be quite the intimidating but respectable sight to see us all like this?" Edgar Beams.
Aside from a small snort from watching Phillandros exchange with lady Viira, Night has dutifully stayed silent, watchful, and otherwise the model servant-in-waiting during the proceedings. In spite of the stoic facade, his tail still betrays at least some of the deeply buried eagerness. The motions swiftly dies as Night pops claws and snap into a defensive position.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Vayn runs his fingers over the material of the dress uniform, nodding approvingly as he does, he looks quizzically at the wand, and then with a careful eye at the armour, assessing its quality and the amount of protection and freedom of movement it will afford.
He finally moves to the pistol, gently taking it from the case his inspects it closely opening the chamber and spinning it watching the mechanism at work, without loading the gun he flicks the chamber back in and continues to admire the crafting of the weapon.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Night: As you attempt to settle yourself back down, you note Dietrich watching you closely, a look of amusement in his eyes though he doesn't say anything aloud.
When you finally get around to opening your own chest, you see a similar assortment of items to what the others have revealed so far. The uniform, the wand, the boots (do tell me if you'd prefer actual boots or something more like what Hildi has), and a set of ornate studded leather armor. What is notably different, however, is your firearm, which at first you only see the stock of, sticking up from the midst of the chest's other contents. When you reach in and grasp it, there is some significant weight to it, and as you pull it out it just seems to keep growing. By the time it fully emerges from the chest, you have in your hand a Musket (Exandria) that is nearly 5 full feet in length.
Seeing Edgar's creative use of Minor Illusion, Dietrich and Erulisse both chuckle at his enthusiasm.
"Aye, I think it'll be a sight to see indeed," Dietrich says with a faint smile as he pulls out his own coat for examination. "Which is exactly what we want. Remember how we discussed the value of first impressions?"
Setting aside the coat for the moment, he then picks up the pistol that is also contained in his chest to give it a thorough once-over in much the same way that Vayn does.
"Oh, yes, this will do nicely," he practically croons.
For her part, Jhessana looks exceptionally pleased with her own uniform and nods her agreement with Dietrich's assessment.
"Well then," she finally speaks up with a grin, "It seems we have some new equipment to break in. I'd like everyone to go get changed into your new uniforms, ready your new weapons, and meet up on the firing range out back. Let's see if these things work as well as they look." She casts a playful smile in Viira's direction. "Not that we doubt your craftsmanship, of course."
"And rightly you shouldn't," Viira responds, "but I'd be right offended if you didn't try them out yourselves, so hop to it! I'll go get my things squared away in the workshop and come out to see you guys in a little while."
(Puh-lease~ He's more civilized then some of these other ruffians. Boots will do just fine. ;3)
At some point during Night's apparently blatant worrisome glare at Phillandros back, he notices the good captain looking out of the corner of his eyes, winces, and then with his ears lowered he looks away chewing on his lips. Still subdued when his turn comes up, Night looks couldn't have appeared more reluctant to open his chest. He does so, nevertheless, a faint smile touching his lips upon seeing his own uniform. However, after taking hold of the weapon and drawing it out, his hold demeanor does a one-eighty.
"By the goddess... It's... It's..." Unable to find the words, Night just stares wide-eyed awe at a weapon nearly as long as he is tall! Eventually, the Tabaxi stops his examination to look to Viira with a bright grin, then to Jhessana. He rushes through the formality of a formal bow to Jhessana and Harkin before placing the gun back into its chest, and hurriedly absconding with it all back to his room.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
(OOC: Boots it is then!)
Viira gives Night a cocky grin at his reaction.
"Like it? Let me know if it's too long for you. I should be able to shorten it just a little bit if needed."
Edgar will walk up to Viira, "miss, i hope you don't mind, but since im already in uniform, would you mind if i help you set up your work station, see i dont know much about these firearms, but im itching to learn. And it would be an honor to learn from the one who crafted these weapons"
Edgar will then use minor illusion to create a bigger version of his gun in mid air, and then use minor illusion again to make the pieces he knows what do appear off the weapon.
"I was hoping you could help me understand the purpose of these parts" he points to a piece. "And maybe why this one is so oddly shaped"
Edgar is waiting for a response to see if Viira is willing to talk and work. But he is wearing the face of a kicked puppy waiting for the answer.
Edgar: Viira gives you a scrutinizing look up and down, seemingly trying to get a measure of you, though her face gives away nothing of her intentions. Finally, she gives you an apologetic smile.
"It's good to see you're so eager to learn, young one," she says sincerely, "but I don't think it will take that long for your fellows to be ready, so there won't really be enough time to teach you anything worthwhile, especially since I'll have to be directing the hired help that's already over there unloading my other supplies."
She pauses thoughtfully for a moment before a look of alarm suddenly springs to her face.
"Cripes! Those fools have probably already placed the crate of sparkrods too close to the powder kegs!"
And without any further explanation, the diminutive blue-furred artificer dashes out the door onto the deck and continues on rushing around the house and out of sight towards the workshop. You can all hear various indistinct gnomish curses being uttered as she goes.
Hildigrim closes his box, lifts it up over his head and trots back to his room. He enters awkwardly, balancing the large box on one hip in order to open and close the door. He places the box down on his bed and looks around the room for a good spot. Bed. Nightstand. Bookshelf. Desk with chair. Chest. Everything neat. Everything tidy. He opens his chest and peers in, shaking his head. Looking around the room one more time, he sighs and decides to put the box on the floor at the foot of his bed. He places it just so and reopens it. Hildi quickly changes into the new uniform and puts his new studded leather armor on over it. He again straps on the "boots", making a mental note to spend more time with them when he has a chance. He feels like there's more to them than he realizes just yet. Finally, he straps on the new holster. He reverently places the pistol into it. After a couple seconds of contemplation, he practices a couple quick draws. He practices shooting, testing the weight and action of the weapon, playing around a little bit in the solitude of his private quarters. When he feels like he's pushing the limits of time, he leaves his room to find the others.
Gimmur clomps off to his quarters and, after several minutes, returns. No longer is he clothed in the raiment of Marthammor Duin, the dwarven god of wanderers. Now, the black-haired dwarf is resplendent in the dark chainmail and uniform of the Knights of Thunder. On his left hip, aligned for a crossdraw, rests his new pistol. Tucked in his waistband is his wand. At his right hand hangs the boomstick that caught Jhessana's attention in the first place - brass barrel etched with dwarven runes of strength and integrity, stock oiled and varnished almost black. The routine of dressing for training seems to have calmed his former anxiousness, and he stands smiling now and ready to earn these gifts.
Eshuvenniel Kazander Ravid, Valor Bard and Acolyte of the Goddess of Luck
Caradoc Langham, Halfling Rogue - Lost Magics - Epic of Pre-made Proportions!
I'm not looking for heaven or hell... just someone to listen to stories I tell...