(Ok seems like not a lot happening if want can skip to next morning, for rooms at the Pumpkin Gourd Inn it will be 4 silver for a room, unless someone one wants to claim the Noble Suite <room that Prospero had conned into the night before then that is 2 gold.)
Slags will have a few drinks and head to bed, giving a gold to the inkeeper and instructing him to keep the change before heading to one of the standard rooms and sitting on the bed to rest.
Kaldun will quietly head back to the inn and offer up 4spnfor a room. He went upstairs and tried to rest, but his head was buzzing with thoughts about this new city and his new traveling companions. Despite just arriving he felt more at home here than he had anywhere else since he lost his tribe. He wrestled with an unfamiliar sense of loyalty as he drifted to sleep.
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Vercinius Thrax: Lizardfolk Cleric - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
L’Ouverture Zinn: Kobold Sorcerer - Waterdeep: Dungeon of the Mad Mage
Titus Vorenus: Dragonborn Paladin - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
Nemean Goldenmane: Tabaxi Fighter - Lost Mine of Phandelver (Retired)
Ok every gets a long rest when you guys are greeted by a quieter morning than yesterday, no hammering of wanted posters, but the tone is rather somber, as discussion and whispers of yesterdays events are what's on people's lips. Even though ideas were discussed, it still seemed no concise consensus about whether the festival will be happening tomorrow. As you all get up, you are greeted by smells of breakfast being cooked downstairs. Betty has resumed her station at the bar.
Slag as you make your way back to the smith, you are greeted by Neb. "Well hi there Mr. Slag, what can I do for you this morning, heard you offered to trek through the woods and take care rest of those nasty Ice Wolves."
"Good morning friend. you are correct! I was hoping to ask fer your permission to use your forge is ya don't mind." Slag will pull out his leather pouch of coins and sit it on the counter. "I will pay you for the inconvenience, as well as supplies.... you see... I was hoping you would permit me to forge some armor for my brother Flint, A dwarf that hails from Iron Side same as myself." Flint would smile to the man "He was not blessed to have skin of steel like myself... I was hoping to provide him with a bit more protection before our walk later.." Giving him a wink.
OOC So Slag has like...640 gold.. Splint normally costs 200 gold... Slag would just pay him 200g if needed if it means he has a chance to make something better than just a standard set of splint. If you could tell me what you want me to pay and if I need to make and rolls I will. Slag is proficient with blacksmithing tools as well as tinkers tools and has both kits as well as a leatherworking kit.
Neb looks you over, studying you for a bit. Taking note of the smoke stacks on your back. "You say you're a smith right, looks like you got a literal fire in your belly, , sure why not." He leads you over to the forge. (Roll a D20 plus PROFICIENCY mod with advantage, just see if cost you more or less in materials)
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Flint will Smile great big and give Neb a strong pat on the shoulder "I thank ya friend! Nothing makes me happier than feeling the heat of the forge and the ringing of an anvil" Slag will say as he begins to lay out his tools and materials. As he pulls out his large blacksmiths hammer the size of a normal humans mace, he will hold it tightly in his hands and bow his head, muttering a prayer to the The Forge as the radiant light inside him begins to glow brighter and plums of smoke start to erupt from his back. A moment later he would get to work. Quickly heating metal and working it at a rapid pace. The skill that was passed on to him by the expert smiths in Iron Side as well as his huge size and strength allow him to move the metal at a rapid pace. Pieces of Iron that would normally take many hammerblows are shaped in mere moments under the precision and weight of his strikes. it is not the shaping of the metal and construction of the armor that takes the longest... it is the fine detail work applied after the armor is nearest to completion. "Anyone can make a piece of armor with enough time and the right materials... Making the armor a piece of functional art.. that is where the difficulty lies...." Slag will say to himself as he etches elaborate designs into armor before melting and then pouring molten bronze into the grooves producing a beautiful bronze inley within the pauldrons, chest plates, and along the bracers that make up the armor. Once completed slag would take a step back and examine his work... looking closely for any hint of an imperfection before he allows a small smile to form on his face. "This should do nicely... Slag will say, thanking Neb for allowing him to use his forge. If I were using my own forge with more materials and more time I am sure I could have created something of heirloom quality, but I would not dare keep you from your forge for a moment longer." A large smile and a look of genuine thanks will wash across Slag's face. "Thank you again Neb... If you ever need me to help you in any way... please let me know... us artisans of blacksmithing need to stick together..." Slag will then go to reach for his pouch of coin.. "So what do I owe you friend."
Looking at the split mail you created, your craftsmanship, echoes of dwarven design taught to yo by dwarven smiths in Iron Side. You manage to have some left over material. "For the cost of materials used, I'd say 170 gold."
Waking up in the noble suite — as it should be — Bigark gets ready for the day at a leisurely pace. He takes time to do his morning exercises today, as he has the room to do it. After cleaning up and dressing, he heads downstairs for breakfast at one of the tables. He orders another big meal from Betty. If asked if he wants another pie, he simply responds, "No."
Kaldun will ask around the Gourd to see if anyone knew if there was a place to find potions. With the extra coin from the mayor he wanted to make sure that they were as prepared as they could be to take on the Ice Wolves, he will specifically seek out healing potions. He'll also start to quietly strategize with the other party members while they are the inn.
"So do we know where the Ice Wolves are located? If we know their position we can approach quietly and scout the position and set an ambush."
Tallis walks the outskirts of town, talking with guards about the tribes living in the realm, trying to discern if the Ice Wolves may be the only threat. As he travels, his bow is kept in hand, just in case.
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
After paying for a few drinks and hopefully getting to know some of the other seven entrusted to the task of the Ice Wolves, Flint bought his standard room and slept for quite a while. When he woke, he’d look for Slag, but the Juggernaut was apparently quick to start their morning and was nowhere to be found. Not feeling like going on an expedition so early, the dwarf bought a breakfast and ale for himself, while he waited for the rest of the day to start and try to remember what they were supposed to do for the rest of the day.
Slag will place the new metal ingots in his chest before carefully wrapping the newly crafted and oiled armor in a bedroll and placing it on top of all the other items. Once the chest is closed and hoisted onto his back, he will make his way back towards the inn. "I wonder if Flint is awake yet... he had quite a bit to drink again last night and he normally isn't as early a riser as myself" Slag would mutter to himself.
Slag will enter the inn, and upon seeing Flint at the table, yell out "Hey buddy! Did you order me anything? I mean.. I am not hungry but the bacon smells pretty good!" before walking over to his table and pulling the large chest off his back and placing it in the middle of the table, pushing his plate and ale a towards him almost to the point of spilling on to his lap. "I have been busy this morning old friend... I am feeling good in a way only the Forge can provide..." Slag will quickly open the chest and pull out the armor so that Flint cannot see it from the other side of the chest, carefully removing it from the bedroll before closing the chest. Once the armor is removed, he would place it on the table between himself and the chest so that it cannot be seen by Flint. "I hope you like it, if you don't then you are not a true dwarf my friend!" A large smile spreading across his face as he grabs the chest and slings it over his shoulder, revealing the newly crafted set of splint mail. "A gift for you buddy"
Flint sat alone at the table with his breakfast and ale, ready to get up and leave with how droll the morning had been. It wasn't until Slag entered that the dwarf actually had a reason to finally enjoy the start to the day. "Slag!"Waving the juggernaut over in case he was missed, but by the looks of it, Slag was already making their way over. "Wha.. watch out." Scooping up his ale as the chest begins taking up most his table space. "I will order whatever you be wanting if it don't end up on my lap. Watching and waiting with suspense while the juggernaut kept Flint on edge. Literally. "Oi! No one's more dwarf than I." Slamming back the rest of his ale, only to find himself choking as the contents of the chest are finally revealed. "Slag, my friend, this is gorgeous. This can't be for me! And you made this?" In disbelief as he traces a finger along the designs and bronze inlay. "Your talents are exceptional and truly undeserving to someone as myself. I simply do not deserve this or you my friend. "
(Ok seems like not a lot happening if want can skip to next morning, for rooms at the Pumpkin Gourd Inn it will be 4 silver for a room, unless someone one wants to claim the Noble Suite <room that Prospero had conned into the night before then that is 2 gold.)
Slags will have a few drinks and head to bed, giving a gold to the inkeeper and instructing him to keep the change before heading to one of the standard rooms and sitting on the bed to rest.
If the noble suite is open, Bigark is grabbing that!
Kaldun will quietly head back to the inn and offer up 4spnfor a room. He went upstairs and tried to rest, but his head was buzzing with thoughts about this new city and his new traveling companions. Despite just arriving he felt more at home here than he had anywhere else since he lost his tribe. He wrestled with an unfamiliar sense of loyalty as he drifted to sleep.
Vercinius Thrax: Lizardfolk Cleric - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
L’Ouverture Zinn: Kobold Sorcerer - Waterdeep: Dungeon of the Mad Mage
Titus Vorenus: Dragonborn Paladin - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
Nemean Goldenmane: Tabaxi Fighter - Lost Mine of Phandelver (Retired)
Ok every gets a long rest when you guys are greeted by a quieter morning than yesterday, no hammering of wanted posters, but the tone is rather somber, as discussion and whispers of yesterdays events are what's on people's lips. Even though ideas were discussed, it still seemed no concise consensus about whether the festival will be happening tomorrow. As you all get up, you are greeted by smells of breakfast being cooked downstairs. Betty has resumed her station at the bar.
Slag as you make your way back to the smith, you are greeted by Neb. "Well hi there Mr. Slag, what can I do for you this morning, heard you offered to trek through the woods and take care rest of those nasty Ice Wolves."
"Good morning friend. you are correct! I was hoping to ask fer your permission to use your forge is ya don't mind." Slag will pull out his leather pouch of coins and sit it on the counter. "I will pay you for the inconvenience, as well as supplies.... you see... I was hoping you would permit me to forge some armor for my brother Flint, A dwarf that hails from Iron Side same as myself." Flint would smile to the man "He was not blessed to have skin of steel like myself... I was hoping to provide him with a bit more protection before our walk later.." Giving him a wink.
OOC So Slag has like...640 gold.. Splint normally costs 200 gold... Slag would just pay him 200g if needed if it means he has a chance to make something better than just a standard set of splint. If you could tell me what you want me to pay and if I need to make and rolls I will. Slag is proficient with blacksmithing tools as well as tinkers tools and has both kits as well as a leatherworking kit.
Roll for persuasion with advantage
(Oh god, a giant metal man that learned all his personality traits from blunt and very direct dwarves.... he has a -1 to persuasion :D)
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Neb looks you over, studying you for a bit. Taking note of the smoke stacks on your back. "You say you're a smith right, looks like you got a literal fire in your belly, , sure why not." He leads you over to the forge. (Roll a D20 plus PROFICIENCY mod with advantage, just see if cost you more or less in materials)
Flint will Smile great big and give Neb a strong pat on the shoulder "I thank ya friend! Nothing makes me happier than feeling the heat of the forge and the ringing of an anvil" Slag will say as he begins to lay out his tools and materials. As he pulls out his large blacksmiths hammer the size of a normal humans mace, he will hold it tightly in his hands and bow his head, muttering a prayer to the The Forge as the radiant light inside him begins to glow brighter and plums of smoke start to erupt from his back. A moment later he would get to work. Quickly heating metal and working it at a rapid pace. The skill that was passed on to him by the expert smiths in Iron Side as well as his huge size and strength allow him to move the metal at a rapid pace. Pieces of Iron that would normally take many hammerblows are shaped in mere moments under the precision and weight of his strikes. it is not the shaping of the metal and construction of the armor that takes the longest... it is the fine detail work applied after the armor is nearest to completion. "Anyone can make a piece of armor with enough time and the right materials... Making the armor a piece of functional art.. that is where the difficulty lies...." Slag will say to himself as he etches elaborate designs into armor before melting and then pouring molten bronze into the grooves producing a beautiful bronze inley within the pauldrons, chest plates, and along the bracers that make up the armor. Once completed slag would take a step back and examine his work... looking closely for any hint of an imperfection before he allows a small smile to form on his face. "This should do nicely... Slag will say, thanking Neb for allowing him to use his forge. If I were using my own forge with more materials and more time I am sure I could have created something of heirloom quality, but I would not dare keep you from your forge for a moment longer." A large smile and a look of genuine thanks will wash across Slag's face. "Thank you again Neb... If you ever need me to help you in any way... please let me know... us artisans of blacksmithing need to stick together..." Slag will then go to reach for his pouch of coin.. "So what do I owe you friend."
Blacksmithing 15
OOC: DAMN IT I was hoping for higher than that
Looking at the split mail you created, your craftsmanship, echoes of dwarven design taught to yo by dwarven smiths in Iron Side. You manage to have some left over material. "For the cost of materials used, I'd say 170 gold."
Slag will Provide 170 gold to Neb, before purchasing enough iron to craft a suit of plate armor at a later date if given the chance.
So what is everyone else doing?
Waking up in the noble suite — as it should be — Bigark gets ready for the day at a leisurely pace. He takes time to do his morning exercises today, as he has the room to do it. After cleaning up and dressing, he heads downstairs for breakfast at one of the tables. He orders another big meal from Betty. If asked if he wants another pie, he simply responds, "No."
Kaldun will ask around the Gourd to see if anyone knew if there was a place to find potions. With the extra coin from the mayor he wanted to make sure that they were as prepared as they could be to take on the Ice Wolves, he will specifically seek out healing potions. He'll also start to quietly strategize with the other party members while they are the inn.
"So do we know where the Ice Wolves are located? If we know their position we can approach quietly and scout the position and set an ambush."
Vercinius Thrax: Lizardfolk Cleric - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
L’Ouverture Zinn: Kobold Sorcerer - Waterdeep: Dungeon of the Mad Mage
Titus Vorenus: Dragonborn Paladin - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
Nemean Goldenmane: Tabaxi Fighter - Lost Mine of Phandelver (Retired)
Tallis walks the outskirts of town, talking with guards about the tribes living in the realm, trying to discern if the Ice Wolves may be the only threat. As he travels, his bow is kept in hand, just in case.
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
After paying for a few drinks and hopefully getting to know some of the other seven entrusted to the task of the Ice Wolves, Flint bought his standard room and slept for quite a while. When he woke, he’d look for Slag, but the Juggernaut was apparently quick to start their morning and was nowhere to be found. Not feeling like going on an expedition so early, the dwarf bought a breakfast and ale for himself, while he waited for the rest of the day to start and try to remember what they were supposed to do for the rest of the day.
Slag will place the new metal ingots in his chest before carefully wrapping the newly crafted and oiled armor in a bedroll and placing it on top of all the other items. Once the chest is closed and hoisted onto his back, he will make his way back towards the inn. "I wonder if Flint is awake yet... he had quite a bit to drink again last night and he normally isn't as early a riser as myself" Slag would mutter to himself.
Slag will enter the inn, and upon seeing Flint at the table, yell out "Hey buddy! Did you order me anything? I mean.. I am not hungry but the bacon smells pretty good!" before walking over to his table and pulling the large chest off his back and placing it in the middle of the table, pushing his plate and ale a towards him almost to the point of spilling on to his lap. "I have been busy this morning old friend... I am feeling good in a way only the Forge can provide..." Slag will quickly open the chest and pull out the armor so that Flint cannot see it from the other side of the chest, carefully removing it from the bedroll before closing the chest. Once the armor is removed, he would place it on the table between himself and the chest so that it cannot be seen by Flint. "I hope you like it, if you don't then you are not a true dwarf my friend!" A large smile spreading across his face as he grabs the chest and slings it over his shoulder, revealing the newly crafted set of splint mail. "A gift for you buddy"
Flint sat alone at the table with his breakfast and ale, ready to get up and leave with how droll the morning had been. It wasn't until Slag entered that the dwarf actually had a reason to finally enjoy the start to the day. "Slag!" Waving the juggernaut over in case he was missed, but by the looks of it, Slag was already making their way over. "Wha.. watch out." Scooping up his ale as the chest begins taking up most his table space. "I will order whatever you be wanting if it don't end up on my lap. Watching and waiting with suspense while the juggernaut kept Flint on edge. Literally. "Oi! No one's more dwarf than I." Slamming back the rest of his ale, only to find himself choking as the contents of the chest are finally revealed. "Slag, my friend, this is gorgeous. This can't be for me! And you made this?" In disbelief as he traces a finger along the designs and bronze inlay. "Your talents are exceptional and truly undeserving to someone as myself. I simply do not deserve this or you my friend. "
(On phone)