When the call came to see Lord Neverember, Passoveloce put his dagger away, picked up his quarterstaff and backpack, entering the Lord's chambers at the rear of the party. As they were addressed, his senses pricked up at the description of himself and it was only his extreme self control that stopped him from leaving then and there. He made no visible reaction to the remark, just stored it away for future considerations.
Following the explanation of the events, from this selection of people he thinks to himself, "There may be more to this Indrina Lamsensettle than meets the eye, I should check with the local branch to see what they know". He also locks away in his memory the names of the other 5 that were taken for further research purposes.
In response to Grand Scribe Liethennson he says: "Passoveloce Penumbra, the name is Passoveloce Penumbra - P-A-S-S-O-V-E-L-O-C-E P-E-N-U-M-B-R-A". He then continues "Lord Neverember, you want us to investigate a mausoleum in Neverdeath Graveyard? That sounds like a dangerous mission. When you say you can make it worth our while, what reward are you offering for successful completion?"
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Ebonitus de Viribus - Level 4 Cleric - The Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond.
Grand Scribe notes down Passoveloce full name making sure that he has spelled it correctly and nods to Lord Neverember who responds to Passoveloce's question with the following advice "for your services I am prepared to offer each of you a quality townhouse provided that you both recover all four missing townsfolk and almost as importantly bring the kidnappers to justice!"
At some point in the conversation Gyaan says to Passoveloce "a name like that must have meaning! What does your's mean?"
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"It's Anardil" replies the elf to the scribe. "Just Anardil." she adds when the man looks at her expecting a surname. For those with lore in the elves, this is odd, for they tend to have a family name. "Thank you for your information anyway. " she acknowledges with a slight bow of her head.
Lucas seems to deflate a little after being more or less ignored by both scribe and lord. But following Passoveloce's response, the 'wizard' turned away covering his face in at least an attempt to cover up some snickering behind some coughs. Soon enough, he focuses and regains some composure, and from then on contented himself with playing the passive observer for a time. Yet during a lul in conversation, he turns to Lord Nevemember and asks, "So, I this place we're s'pose to be htiting up is like, uhh, on the outskirts of town or some such? Can't say I can recall. Been awhile since I've brushed up on my Neverwinter lore 'n all that."
"But uh, if it is, ya, uh... Ya wouldn't happen to know ah, er... provider of base arcane equipment in the city, would'ja? I was in a bit of a hurry to catch a ship, and kind of short on a filled up, uhh, component pouch. And while this staff here--"He taps the ground with the butt of his staff. "Does wonders, it kind of has its limitations, ya feel me?"
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At Lucas’ question another of Lord Neverember’s advisers looks up and says “my name is Flibar Ralolasr and I may be able to assist. Please come to emporium ‘Arcane Acquisitions’ after this meeting and we will see if I can supply what you are looking for!” At a nod from Lord Neverember the major domo says “the city will provide a maximum of one item per party member at no cost to you!”
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Seraph replies to Lucas with a serious tone, his eyes narrowing slightly. "The Neverdeath Graveyard is on the south side of the city," he says, his voice grim. "Terrible things have happened there before." He doesn't give any more details, leaving his ominous statement to linger, as if he's aware of dark events tied to the graveyard but prefers not to discuss them.
Shifting focus to the task ahead, Seraph continues, "It's easy to find, and I'm sure Lord Neverember can tell us where in the graveyard the mausoleum belonging to the Hallix family is." His confident tone suggests that identifying the mausoleum will be simple with the Lord's help. However, there's a slight tension in his voice, as if he knows that finding it is just the beginning, and the challenges ahead could be much more dangerous.
Passoveloce continues to shuffle from one foot to the other, but glances up at Gyaan, trying to interpret the meaning of the question. Taking it at face value, he replies "I think it means 'fast feet' in the common tongue." He then quickly returns to his diminutive posture and continues shuffling his feet.
Considering the rewards offered, he thinks this task is very important to Lord Neverember and his cronies. He has sized up the group through observing them in the antechamber and in here. A motley group of humanoids, he thinks they have some talent, though he is not quite sure of what to think of the one called Lucas. He speaks up again: "Lord Neverember, if we are to take on this task, we will need to get ourselves kitted up and be ready to go at first light in the morning. Is there anything else we should know - apart from exactly where is the entrance to the 'Halifax' Mausloeum. Is there a contract to be signed, or do we just take your word as your bond? There is little time to lose if we are to finalise our supplies and be well rested before morning. I can see some could do with a good sleep." He punctuates this with a pointed look at the goliath then addresses the group: "Are we going to work together on this?"
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Ebonitus de Viribus - Level 4 Cleric - The Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond.
Seraph turns to Passoveloce, his expression earnest and resolute. "Yes, get your personal affairs in order; first light would be a good time to begin." There is no hesitation for Seraph as he continues, "We will work together in this, I think. It’s essential to know at least a little about what each of us brings to the table so we can function as an effective team. Though I think I can guess some of it."
He pauses, his keen eyes scanning the room. "The giant looks like he could tear the arms off an owlbear; he’ll be formidable in a fight," he remarks, nodding toward Vidar. "And the elf maiden—she bears a blade, and I have no doubt she knows which end is which. It’s likely we’ll see some action in the graveyard if the rumors I’ve heard are true." Shifting his gaze, he adds, "Lucas and Gyaan have that unmistakable look of arcane practitioners, which will surely be an invaluable asset." Finally, his eyes settle on Passoveloce with a knowing grin. "And you, my friend, look like you know how to get out of sticky situations—quite possibly how to slip into them unseen as well." He chuckles lightly, the camaraderie building. "As for myself, I am a Paladin, sworn to the Order of the Gauntlet. I have dedicated my life to the destruction of all evil in Faerûn, and I will ensure that justice is served."
Vidar just observes and listens in silence as the group ask their relevant questions, making mental notes on the information, ignoring the pointed looks from the halfling. Upon the descriptions provided by Seraph, he turns, "What is an owlbear? I've never heard of such a creature! I have wrestled many a bear in my time though, so it sounds like a compliment."
He turns to the group, "Let us go gather supplies at this emporium before arranging accommodations for the night. Starting the mission at first light sounds like a good plan."
"An owlbear is a monstrous cross between a giant owl and a bear. Their reputation for ferocity and aggression makes it one of the most feared predators of the wild. They fear nothing." Seraph replies in answer to Vidar's question. "Think bear but larger and much, much worse."
"Aww shucks, thanks chiefs! If you could hit me up with some directions too, I'll -- well, -we'd- be more happy to stop there."Is Lucas nonchalant reply to Flibar. For a moment afterwards, it looked as if he might add something else, but for once seemed to think better of further colorful commentary. However, such self-restraint vanished fairly quickly as he went from being visibly taken aback by Passoveloce's suggestion to straight up flabbergasted at Seraph and Vidar.
"First off, ya really ain't never heard of an Owlbear!? Maaaaan shoot! And here I was thinking where you're from, yea, you know, they'd be lousy with'em! But then again, you probably got like Viper Hounds or Dire Bears or some other crazy ass beast roaming about, huh? Eh, Big Guy?"He says with a smirk behind his tone before swiftly moving on to say, "Anyhow, uuuhhh,well, everything the good officer here just said pretty much sums'em up. But all that aside for a sec, uhmm.... how do I put this delicately?"He holds up a hand in a halting gesture to the others while pantomiming scratching his chin with the head of his staff for a few seconds.
"Fudge it. Did'ja ya'll smoke that halfling weed or something on your way here? I know time works a bit different here on the material planes, but aside from an immediate pit stop to grab some things, I don't think we got time for ya'll to sleep it off now. Folk are straight up losing their almost literal minds out there. And while I'm all for procrastinating from time to time, I admit, no academy gonna fully train that outta me, But uhh... I mean, c'mon, ya'll~ Come. On! 'specially you, chu-uhhh, Officer Angel Lord." He points to Seraph. "Not to be too presumptuous mind'ja, but after that talk earlier about your unfortunately named godly patron giving you the spidey tingles 'bout something bad afoot, I half expected ya to be urging us to pull a not quite full Leeroy Jenkins on that mausoleum!"
Seraph looked abashed as he met Lucas's gaze. "You have the right of it, Lucas," he said, his voice steadying with determination. "We should start immediately. There are lives on the line, and every moment we waste could mean the difference between hope and despair."
Lord Neverember responds to Passoveloce's comment "I can assure you that my word is good enough and should you meet your end of the bargain the real estate will be yours!"
Realising that Lord Nevermber has finished with briefing the party Flinar says "if you'd be so good as to follow me, then I will take you to my emporium!"
As agreed the party decide to see what additional equipment Flinar may be able to equip them with and follow him through the various streets of Neverwinter towards the Chasm District. Eventually they reach a small street and ahead of them they can see flickering purple, green and blue lights coming from a shop map ahead. As they get closer they can hear the banging of hammers on anvils and the hiss of steam being released. "This way my friends"Flinar say opening a door into a shop, the walls of which are decorated with arcane symbols and their a several shelves and cubby holes on, ands in which. various pieces of q]equipment rest. A goblin is polishing a handaxe as the party walks in. He looks up as Flinar and the party walks in but says nothing.
Flinar says to the party "I specialise in the slightly unusual magic item and have a wide range of equipment that you might find off use!"
Perusing the shop
As Flinar stated his shop does specialise in the unusual. The party can find a wide range of uncommon magic items such as Alchemy jugs, Bag of tricks, Night Caller, etc. They are also a series of other equipment such as: Defensive cleaver (handaxe that allows additional movement if dodging). Leather armour with inbuilt feather fall spell, Deerstalker hat (+1 investigation checks)
Vidar peruses the strange wares in this emporium. He recognises some and is baffled by most. After looking around for a little while, he pauses, turns towards the window and cocks his head like he is listening to something. After a few moments, he turns to Flinar and asks, "Do you have any spell wrought tattoo needles?"
Seraph steps into the dimly lit shop, the air thick with the scent of aged wood and incense. His eyes scan the shelves filled with magical trinkets, ancient scrolls, and glowing objects. Each item seems to hum with its own magic. Robes woven with starlight, gloves imbued with fire resistance, and boots said to silence even the heaviest of footsteps all seem tempting, but he is hoping for something specific.
Approaching the counter, where the wizened shopkeeper stand, Seraph asks, "Do you have a Cloak of Protection?"
The shopkeeper glances up, intrigued. "A uncommon item indeed. Let me check..."
Despite all of the wonders seen and experienced upon the Astral Sea and more, Lucas' head seemed to be on a constant swivel from trying to absorb every site and people in sight, be it mundane or otherwise, as the group traversed the streets of Neverwinter. It's also during this time that unless otherwise directly engaged by the others the loquacious(at least by all appearances up to this point) 'wizard' was actually quiet. Or at least relatively so, in any case, as there was a few thigns such as the chasm that warranted a hushed "Oh Snap" or a "Fudging 'A' man...".
Once at the shop Lucas eagerly joins in the perusing as well, and seemed to recognize many things. Though a few even caught him off guard. "Huh... I don't recognize that from the book. But then again it makes since WOTC couldn't very well go ham all at once without getting too lost in the weeds."He half muttered to himself. Eventually, he'd approach the goblin had they looked like an employee if not Flinar, and asks plainly, "This shop, er, uhm... Emporium wouldn't happen to have like one of'em magical instruments by any chance? Or even a Wand of Magic Mints? Oh, and uh a full spell component pouch as well."
Passoveloce wanders along at the rear of the party, continuing to observe their actions and reacquaint himself with his surroundings after a long absence from Neverwinter. As they enter the emporium his eyes, nose and ears are stimulated by the items on the shelves. After looking around, and resisting the urge to help himself to a few items, he asks Flinar, "Would you happen to have an Eldritch Claw Tattoo needle?"
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Ebonitus de Viribus - Level 4 Cleric - The Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond.
The walls and various cubby holes are festooned with items. In one section Passoveloce and Vidar are able to find a variety of tattoo needles. In another place Seraph can find a small brooch embellished with the symbol of his god and in another a pair of finely crafted boots. In response to Lucas’s question the goblin brings out a tube of wafers, a small drum and a tin whistle.
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Seraph felt a pang of disappointment as he realized the cloak he had been searching for wasn’t available. Moving around the shop his fingers brushed against the intricate design of a brooch, contemplating its value for a moment, but his heart wasn’t in it and he returned it to its place.. As he scanned the shop, his eyes fell on a pair of boots displayed on a high shelf, their sleek design and the presence of wings instantly catching his attention. The thought of soaring through the air, unhindered and free, filled his mind. The idea was too tempting to resist. Without hesitation, he reached for the boots, knowing that the chance to fly was something he simply couldn’t pass up.
Seraph carried the boots to the counter, their weight light in his hands but heavy with promise. He looked up at Flinar, "Do these winged boots really allow you to fly?" Seraph asked, his voice filled with curiosity and a trace of excitement. Flinar gave a slow, knowing nod. "Indeed they do, my friend. With these boots, the skies are yours."
Seraph smiled, feeling the thrill of adventure stir within him. "I will take these Flinar, with my thanks."
Vidar browses the tattoo needles until he spots the one he is after. He asks how much the needle is and will agree upon a price with Flinar.
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Happy to actually negotiate a price if it comes to it but just speeding things up.
Once he has bought the needle, he turns holding up the needle and gives a fine pitched whistle. After a few moments, a Raven silently flies into the shop circling the rafters before it swoops down and takes the needle out of his hand, swallowing it. With one more circle of the rafters, the raven swoops down again, straight into his outstretched forearm, disappearing upon impact. If one was to look closely, the tree branch like tattoos covering his arm now have ravens sitting in the branches.
He looks down at his forearm and smiles. "Now I will have the guidance of the Allfather, no matter where this mission takes us."
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When the call came to see Lord Neverember, Passoveloce put his dagger away, picked up his quarterstaff and backpack, entering the Lord's chambers at the rear of the party. As they were addressed, his senses pricked up at the description of himself and it was only his extreme self control that stopped him from leaving then and there. He made no visible reaction to the remark, just stored it away for future considerations.
Following the explanation of the events, from this selection of people he thinks to himself, "There may be more to this Indrina Lamsensettle than meets the eye, I should check with the local branch to see what they know". He also locks away in his memory the names of the other 5 that were taken for further research purposes.
In response to Grand Scribe Liethennson he says: "Passoveloce Penumbra, the name is Passoveloce Penumbra - P-A-S-S-O-V-E-L-O-C-E P-E-N-U-M-B-R-A". He then continues "Lord Neverember, you want us to investigate a mausoleum in Neverdeath Graveyard? That sounds like a dangerous mission. When you say you can make it worth our while, what reward are you offering for successful completion?"
Tirohia te Moana - Level 2 Cleric - What shall we do with the Drunken Sailor?
Ebonitus de Viribus - Level 4 Cleric - The Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond.
Grand Scribe notes down Passoveloce full name making sure that he has spelled it correctly and nods to Lord Neverember who responds to Passoveloce's question with the following advice "for your services I am prepared to offer each of you a quality townhouse provided that you both recover all four missing townsfolk and almost as importantly bring the kidnappers to justice!"
At some point in the conversation Gyaan says to Passoveloce "a name like that must have meaning! What does your's mean?"
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DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
"It's Anardil" replies the elf to the scribe. "Just Anardil." she adds when the man looks at her expecting a surname. For those with lore in the elves, this is odd, for they tend to have a family name. "Thank you for your information anyway. " she acknowledges with a slight bow of her head.
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Lucas seems to deflate a little after being more or less ignored by both scribe and lord. But following Passoveloce's response, the 'wizard' turned away covering his face in at least an attempt to cover up some snickering behind some coughs. Soon enough, he focuses and regains some composure, and from then on contented himself with playing the passive observer for a time. Yet during a lul in conversation, he turns to Lord Nevemember and asks, "So, I this place we're s'pose to be htiting up is like, uhh, on the outskirts of town or some such? Can't say I can recall. Been awhile since I've brushed up on my Neverwinter lore 'n all that."
"But uh, if it is, ya, uh... Ya wouldn't happen to know ah, er... provider of base arcane equipment in the city, would'ja? I was in a bit of a hurry to catch a ship, and kind of short on a filled up, uhh, component pouch. And while this staff here--" He taps the ground with the butt of his staff. "Does wonders, it kind of has its limitations, ya feel me?"
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
At Lucas’ question another of Lord Neverember’s advisers looks up and says “my name is Flibar Ralolasr and I may be able to assist. Please come to emporium ‘Arcane Acquisitions’ after this meeting and we will see if I can supply what you are looking for!” At a nod from Lord Neverember the major domo says “the city will provide a maximum of one item per party member at no cost to you!”
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DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
Seraph replies to Lucas with a serious tone, his eyes narrowing slightly. "The Neverdeath Graveyard is on the south side of the city," he says, his voice grim. "Terrible things have happened there before." He doesn't give any more details, leaving his ominous statement to linger, as if he's aware of dark events tied to the graveyard but prefers not to discuss them.
Shifting focus to the task ahead, Seraph continues, "It's easy to find, and I'm sure Lord Neverember can tell us where in the graveyard the mausoleum belonging to the Hallix family is." His confident tone suggests that identifying the mausoleum will be simple with the Lord's help. However, there's a slight tension in his voice, as if he knows that finding it is just the beginning, and the challenges ahead could be much more dangerous.
Passoveloce continues to shuffle from one foot to the other, but glances up at Gyaan, trying to interpret the meaning of the question. Taking it at face value, he replies "I think it means 'fast feet' in the common tongue." He then quickly returns to his diminutive posture and continues shuffling his feet.
Considering the rewards offered, he thinks this task is very important to Lord Neverember and his cronies. He has sized up the group through observing them in the antechamber and in here. A motley group of humanoids, he thinks they have some talent, though he is not quite sure of what to think of the one called Lucas. He speaks up again: "Lord Neverember, if we are to take on this task, we will need to get ourselves kitted up and be ready to go at first light in the morning. Is there anything else we should know - apart from exactly where is the entrance to the 'Halifax' Mausloeum. Is there a contract to be signed, or do we just take your word as your bond? There is little time to lose if we are to finalise our supplies and be well rested before morning. I can see some could do with a good sleep." He punctuates this with a pointed look at the goliath then addresses the group: "Are we going to work together on this?"
Tirohia te Moana - Level 2 Cleric - What shall we do with the Drunken Sailor?
Ebonitus de Viribus - Level 4 Cleric - The Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond.
Seraph turns to Passoveloce, his expression earnest and resolute. "Yes, get your personal affairs in order; first light would be a good time to begin." There is no hesitation for Seraph as he continues, "We will work together in this, I think. It’s essential to know at least a little about what each of us brings to the table so we can function as an effective team. Though I think I can guess some of it."
He pauses, his keen eyes scanning the room. "The giant looks like he could tear the arms off an owlbear; he’ll be formidable in a fight," he remarks, nodding toward Vidar. "And the elf maiden—she bears a blade, and I have no doubt she knows which end is which. It’s likely we’ll see some action in the graveyard if the rumors I’ve heard are true." Shifting his gaze, he adds, "Lucas and Gyaan have that unmistakable look of arcane practitioners, which will surely be an invaluable asset." Finally, his eyes settle on Passoveloce with a knowing grin. "And you, my friend, look like you know how to get out of sticky situations—quite possibly how to slip into them unseen as well." He chuckles lightly, the camaraderie building. "As for myself, I am a Paladin, sworn to the Order of the Gauntlet. I have dedicated my life to the destruction of all evil in Faerûn, and I will ensure that justice is served."
Vidar just observes and listens in silence as the group ask their relevant questions, making mental notes on the information, ignoring the pointed looks from the halfling. Upon the descriptions provided by Seraph, he turns, "What is an owlbear? I've never heard of such a creature! I have wrestled many a bear in my time though, so it sounds like a compliment."
He turns to the group, "Let us go gather supplies at this emporium before arranging accommodations for the night. Starting the mission at first light sounds like a good plan."
"An owlbear is a monstrous cross between a giant owl and a bear. Their reputation for ferocity and aggression makes it one of the most feared predators of the wild. They fear nothing." Seraph replies in answer to Vidar's question. "Think bear but larger and much, much worse."
"Aww shucks, thanks chiefs! If you could hit me up with some directions too, I'll -- well, -we'd- be more happy to stop there." Is Lucas nonchalant reply to Flibar. For a moment afterwards, it looked as if he might add something else, but for once seemed to think better of further colorful commentary. However, such self-restraint vanished fairly quickly as he went from being visibly taken aback by Passoveloce's suggestion to straight up flabbergasted at Seraph and Vidar.
"First off, ya really ain't never heard of an Owlbear!? Maaaaan shoot! And here I was thinking where you're from, yea, you know, they'd be lousy with'em! But then again, you probably got like Viper Hounds or Dire Bears or some other crazy ass beast roaming about, huh? Eh, Big Guy?" He says with a smirk behind his tone before swiftly moving on to say, "Anyhow, uuuhhh,well, everything the good officer here just said pretty much sums'em up. But all that aside for a sec, uhmm.... how do I put this delicately?" He holds up a hand in a halting gesture to the others while pantomiming scratching his chin with the head of his staff for a few seconds.
"Fudge it. Did'ja ya'll smoke that halfling weed or something on your way here? I know time works a bit different here on the material planes, but aside from an immediate pit stop to grab some things, I don't think we got time for ya'll to sleep it off now. Folk are straight up losing their almost literal minds out there. And while I'm all for procrastinating from time to time, I admit, no academy gonna fully train that outta me, But uhh... I mean, c'mon, ya'll~ Come. On! 'specially you, chu-uhhh, Officer Angel Lord." He points to Seraph. "Not to be too presumptuous mind'ja, but after that talk earlier about your unfortunately named godly patron giving you the spidey tingles 'bout something bad afoot, I half expected ya to be urging us to pull a not quite full Leeroy Jenkins on that mausoleum!"
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Seraph looked abashed as he met Lucas's gaze. "You have the right of it, Lucas," he said, his voice steadying with determination. "We should start immediately. There are lives on the line, and every moment we waste could mean the difference between hope and despair."
Lord Neverember responds to Passoveloce's comment "I can assure you that my word is good enough and should you meet your end of the bargain the real estate will be yours!"
Realising that Lord Nevermber has finished with briefing the party Flinar says "if you'd be so good as to follow me, then I will take you to my emporium!"
As agreed the party decide to see what additional equipment Flinar may be able to equip them with and follow him through the various streets of Neverwinter towards the Chasm District. Eventually they reach a small street and ahead of them they can see flickering purple, green and blue lights coming from a shop map ahead. As they get closer they can hear the banging of hammers on anvils and the hiss of steam being released. "This way my friends" Flinar say opening a door into a shop, the walls of which are decorated with arcane symbols and their a several shelves and cubby holes on, ands in which. various pieces of q]equipment rest. A goblin is polishing a handaxe as the party walks in. He looks up as Flinar and the party walks in but says nothing.
Flinar says to the party "I specialise in the slightly unusual magic item and have a wide range of equipment that you might find off use!"
Perusing the shop
As Flinar stated his shop does specialise in the unusual. The party can find a wide range of uncommon magic items such as Alchemy jugs, Bag of tricks, Night Caller, etc. They are also a series of other equipment such as: Defensive cleaver (handaxe that allows additional movement if dodging). Leather armour with inbuilt feather fall spell, Deerstalker hat (+1 investigation checks)
DM - Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond
DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
Vidar peruses the strange wares in this emporium. He recognises some and is baffled by most. After looking around for a little while, he pauses, turns towards the window and cocks his head like he is listening to something. After a few moments, he turns to Flinar and asks, "Do you have any spell wrought tattoo needles?"
Seraph steps into the dimly lit shop, the air thick with the scent of aged wood and incense. His eyes scan the shelves filled with magical trinkets, ancient scrolls, and glowing objects. Each item seems to hum with its own magic. Robes woven with starlight, gloves imbued with fire resistance, and boots said to silence even the heaviest of footsteps all seem tempting, but he is hoping for something specific.
Approaching the counter, where the wizened shopkeeper stand, Seraph asks, "Do you have a Cloak of Protection?"
The shopkeeper glances up, intrigued. "A uncommon item indeed. Let me check..."
Despite all of the wonders seen and experienced upon the Astral Sea and more, Lucas' head seemed to be on a constant swivel from trying to absorb every site and people in sight, be it mundane or otherwise, as the group traversed the streets of Neverwinter. It's also during this time that unless otherwise directly engaged by the others the loquacious(at least by all appearances up to this point) 'wizard' was actually quiet. Or at least relatively so, in any case, as there was a few thigns such as the chasm that warranted a hushed "Oh Snap" or a "Fudging 'A' man...".
Once at the shop Lucas eagerly joins in the perusing as well, and seemed to recognize many things. Though a few even caught him off guard. "Huh... I don't recognize that from the book. But then again it makes since WOTC couldn't very well go ham all at once without getting too lost in the weeds." He half muttered to himself. Eventually, he'd approach the goblin had they looked like an employee if not Flinar, and asks plainly, "This shop, er, uhm... Emporium wouldn't happen to have like one of'em magical instruments by any chance? Or even a Wand of Magic Mints? Oh, and uh a full spell component pouch as well."
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Passoveloce wanders along at the rear of the party, continuing to observe their actions and reacquaint himself with his surroundings after a long absence from Neverwinter. As they enter the emporium his eyes, nose and ears are stimulated by the items on the shelves. After looking around, and resisting the urge to help himself to a few items, he asks Flinar, "Would you happen to have an Eldritch Claw Tattoo needle?"
Tirohia te Moana - Level 2 Cleric - What shall we do with the Drunken Sailor?
Ebonitus de Viribus - Level 4 Cleric - The Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond.
The walls and various cubby holes are festooned with items. In one section Passoveloce and Vidar are able to find a variety of tattoo needles. In another place Seraph can find a small brooch embellished with the symbol of his god and in another a pair of finely crafted boots. In response to Lucas’s question the goblin brings out a tube of wafers, a small drum and a tin whistle.
DM - Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond
DM - Four bards walk into a bar...
Cracitus Tibicen (Tibi) - Aarokocra - Rogue [Swashbuckler] / Fighter [Battlemaster]
Seraph felt a pang of disappointment as he realized the cloak he had been searching for wasn’t available. Moving around the shop his fingers brushed against the intricate design of a brooch, contemplating its value for a moment, but his heart wasn’t in it and he returned it to its place.. As he scanned the shop, his eyes fell on a pair of boots displayed on a high shelf, their sleek design and the presence of wings instantly catching his attention. The thought of soaring through the air, unhindered and free, filled his mind. The idea was too tempting to resist. Without hesitation, he reached for the boots, knowing that the chance to fly was something he simply couldn’t pass up.
Seraph carried the boots to the counter, their weight light in his hands but heavy with promise. He looked up at Flinar, "Do these winged boots really allow you to fly?" Seraph asked, his voice filled with curiosity and a trace of excitement. Flinar gave a slow, knowing nod. "Indeed they do, my friend. With these boots, the skies are yours."
Seraph smiled, feeling the thrill of adventure stir within him. "I will take these Flinar, with my thanks."
Vidar browses the tattoo needles until he spots the one he is after. He asks how much the needle is and will agree upon a price with Flinar.
DM:
Happy to actually negotiate a price if it comes to it but just speeding things up.
Once he has bought the needle, he turns holding up the needle and gives a fine pitched whistle. After a few moments, a Raven silently flies into the shop circling the rafters before it swoops down and takes the needle out of his hand, swallowing it. With one more circle of the rafters, the raven swoops down again, straight into his outstretched forearm, disappearing upon impact. If one was to look closely, the tree branch like tattoos covering his arm now have ravens sitting in the branches.
He looks down at his forearm and smiles. "Now I will have the guidance of the Allfather, no matter where this mission takes us."