If Jorin is giving them a whole shard, then Drusk grabs 2 more fish-on-a-sticks, eating one and handing the other to Hildigrim. (The kid is still getting a 65% tip from Jorin.)
Drusk also makes a mental note talks out loud to himself, that he should carry flasks of beer or ale in the future, in case they need to tip small children vendors.
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Hildigrim gladly accepts the snack. He spends a few seconds eyeing the trussed trawl. "Not one of ours," he says. Then correcting himself, "Not one of my father's. Still looks savory." He takes a bite and makes a noise of appreciation. "We'd sometimes sell these down near the taverns. No better breakfast after a bender than bait on a brochette." He takes another bite. "Ah," he says, "here's the palace." He picks the closest gate and heads in.
The Palace proves frustrating to Drusk and Jorin, but Hildigrim navigates the functionaries and scribes with aplomb. You never get within hailing distance of the palace chambers proper, but shunted from one hallway to another, one desk to then ext. Finally, your names are looked up in some large book, a notation is made, and you are each awarded 5 dragons for your losses, as boarders at the Fiddly Pig.
At one point, amid the hustle of busy apprentices and queued city folk, you do see a person of high nobility, draped in a black mask, go by in the distance, with a retinue. Then somebody's chicken flies in your face.
Unless you do something rash, you find yourselves, midmorning, back on the steps of the Palace, looking out into the city.
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Jorin takes a big breath of the city air, free from the confines of the administrative building. The links of his chain mail rattle a bit as his chest expands through the breath. He grimaces, "I would like to be free of this rattle clank armor. Perhaps we could stop by a smith and see what is on offer?"
OoC - Jorin would like to trade his chain mail for a chain shirt
If he wants an actual smith with a forge, that’ll be in the Trades Ward, all the way to the east. There might be a shop that would sell something nearer.
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OoC - a shop would be totally acceptable as well. If there is one convenient to our travels, otherwise he can wait until we've knocked out the day's agenda before visiting a purveyor of fine armors.
If it is a live chicken, then Drusk will hold onto it, thinking about how the new team mascot can be penned up. (If it is a cooked chicken leftover that was carelessly discarded, he will ignore it.)
Beegred Thornpost - Lvl 8 Halfling Ranger - Out of the Abyss by Kerrec Drusk - Lvl 8 Half-Orc Life Cleric - The Long Road: Dragon Heist by Mingofaust (player & current DM) Hunferho Aelorothi - Lvl 5 Half-Elf Bard/Rogue - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy) DM - Frontier City of Nunkreet (ended)
Hildigrim looks at the smallish pile of coins in his palm. Finally, he looks up at the official. "Sir (or madam)," he says apologetically, "while I am humbly grateful for the generosity shown to me and my associates, I had a small library in my room at the Fiddly Pig. This will not replace even one of my books."
After they're outside the palace ...
Hildigrim looks at Jorin and nods. "Blackstaff Tower is north," the halfling says, pointing up the street. "We may happen upon a shop selling armor along the way. If not, those attending the tower should be able to direct us to a reputable establishment."
The chicken was alive, and belonged to someone who took it back. Is Jorin asking this of Hildi while Hildi is expressing disappointment to the clerk, or afterwards?
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The chicken was alive, and belonged to someone who took it back.
For a moment, Drusk is sad. But then he takes comfort from the teachings of Lliira. That brief moment of happiness should be treasured, instead of dwelling on the absence of the chicken.
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Beyond a shrug and a pointed shuffling away of the papers with your names on them, no.
If you press him, he concedes that, should you wish to pursue it further, you could bring proof of the value of the items, along with witnesses to their storage or destruction, magical proof or otherwise, and you can lodge an appeal at such and such an office.
Outside, as they begin moving north, Hildigrim looks at Jorin and sighs in response to his question. "I couldn't tell you for sure. I did have a few mass-produced books like Volo's, but most of what I like to pick up are ones you only find one of here or there. The older the better," he says in a kind of dreamy tone of voice. "Libraries are full of books, of course, but you have to give them back. And making notes in a library book is heartily discouraged. A shop may ask for a book anywhere from 10 to ... well, hundreds of dragons, depending upon age, condition and content. And how greedy the shopkeep is. I didn't own any that expensive, of course, but I had ... let me think ..." He begins muttering titles and authors to himself and ticking off fingers. After he has gone through both hands, he sighs again. "Let's just say several."
"Hopefully we find abag of holdingor aportable holeon our adventures. That will make it easier to keep your valuable books with you."
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Hildigrim gives Drusk a very surprised look. "I saw a bag of holding once. I wasn't allowed to touch it, of course. Too expensive. What is a 'portable hole'? Does it work like a bag of holding? Is it cheaper?"
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As the trio makes its way north along the Street of Silks, the buildings shift from functional houses of taxation or reporting, to more mundane shops (though as the name implies, much of it is clothing). No place that sells armor, unfortunately. You turn left on the smaller Tharleon Street, and the shops begin to shift again, towards a more magical clientele. People on the street wear more robes than practical clothes, and Hildi starts to cast about for a likely book store.
For a moment, however, your attention is taken by the squat, black rock building at the end of the street. The Blackstaff Tower is a mere three stories tall, more a cube of grim black stone than a tower. It makes you uncomfortable to look at, as if it were watching you. But as you watch it, you see a young apprentice approach the smaller of two doors, and press his palm against it. It opens, and he enters.
Shaking your heads, you look about where you are. Right in front of you is a storefront with a hanging sign that seems to have once been in the shape of a book, but is half burned. The small glass panes on the windows in front let you see that inside, it does indeed seem to sell books.
The door has a name painted on it. "The Charred Remains" it says.
Hildi (DM Roll: 22)...
...has heard of the place, but not been here before. Magic books is their speciality (they might buy the spell books) but they have a reputation for ill luck, and have burned in place a dozen times (or so the legend goes).
If Jorin is giving them a whole shard, then Drusk grabs 2 more fish-on-a-sticks, eating one and handing the other to Hildigrim. (The kid is still getting a 65% tip from Jorin.)
Drusk also
makes a mental notetalks out loud to himself, that he should carry flasks of beer or ale in the future, in case they need to tip small children vendors.Beegred Thornpost - Lvl 8 Halfling Ranger - Out of the Abyss by Kerrec
Drusk - Lvl 8 Half-Orc Life Cleric - The Long Road: Dragon Heist by Mingofaust (player & current DM)
Hunferho Aelorothi - Lvl 5 Half-Elf Bard/Rogue - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
DM - Frontier City of Nunkreet (ended)
Hot fish on a stick for everyone!
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Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. Here's my D&D stuff. I love it so.
Campaign links for Game Log access because DDB has abandoned the forum dice roller, apparently.
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Jorin agrees to the proposal of carrying flasks of ale or spirits around as vital rations.
Hildigrim gladly accepts the snack. He spends a few seconds eyeing the trussed trawl. "Not one of ours," he says. Then correcting himself, "Not one of my father's. Still looks savory." He takes a bite and makes a noise of appreciation. "We'd sometimes sell these down near the taverns. No better breakfast after a bender than bait on a brochette." He takes another bite. "Ah," he says, "here's the palace." He picks the closest gate and heads in.
The Palace proves frustrating to Drusk and Jorin, but Hildigrim navigates the functionaries and scribes with aplomb. You never get within hailing distance of the palace chambers proper, but shunted from one hallway to another, one desk to then ext. Finally, your names are looked up in some large book, a notation is made, and you are each awarded 5 dragons for your losses, as boarders at the Fiddly Pig.
At one point, amid the hustle of busy apprentices and queued city folk, you do see a person of high nobility, draped in a black mask, go by in the distance, with a retinue. Then somebody's chicken flies in your face.
Unless you do something rash, you find yourselves, midmorning, back on the steps of the Palace, looking out into the city.
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. Here's my D&D stuff. I love it so.
Campaign links for Game Log access because DDB has abandoned the forum dice roller, apparently.
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Jorin takes a big breath of the city air, free from the confines of the administrative building. The links of his chain mail rattle a bit as his chest expands through the breath. He grimaces, "I would like to be free of this rattle clank armor. Perhaps we could stop by a smith and see what is on offer?"
OoC - Jorin would like to trade his chain mail for a chain shirt
If he wants an actual smith with a forge, that’ll be in the Trades Ward, all the way to the east. There might be a shop that would sell something nearer.
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. Here's my D&D stuff. I love it so.
Campaign links for Game Log access because DDB has abandoned the forum dice roller, apparently.
Radiant Citadel by cbaer8 ~•~ Stormwreck Isle by Rforrest14 ~•~ Wildspace by Rhanloi ~•~ Rise of Tiamat by SteveThaiBinh ~•~ The Long Road currently by me
OoC - a shop would be totally acceptable as well. If there is one convenient to our travels, otherwise he can wait until we've knocked out the day's agenda before visiting a purveyor of fine armors.
If it is a live chicken, then Drusk will hold onto it, thinking about how the new team mascot can be penned up. (If it is a cooked chicken leftover that was carelessly discarded, he will ignore it.)
Beegred Thornpost - Lvl 8 Halfling Ranger - Out of the Abyss by Kerrec
Drusk - Lvl 8 Half-Orc Life Cleric - The Long Road: Dragon Heist by Mingofaust (player & current DM)
Hunferho Aelorothi - Lvl 5 Half-Elf Bard/Rogue - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
DM - Frontier City of Nunkreet (ended)
Hildigrim looks at the smallish pile of coins in his palm. Finally, he looks up at the official. "Sir (or madam)," he says apologetically, "while I am humbly grateful for the generosity shown to me and my associates, I had a small library in my room at the Fiddly Pig. This will not replace even one of my books."
After they're outside the palace ...
Hildigrim looks at Jorin and nods. "Blackstaff Tower is north," the halfling says, pointing up the street. "We may happen upon a shop selling armor along the way. If not, those attending the tower should be able to direct us to a reputable establishment."
Jorin nods at Hildi and says, "How much would it cost to replace the books you lost?"
The chicken was alive, and belonged to someone who took it back. Is Jorin asking this of Hildi while Hildi is expressing disappointment to the clerk, or afterwards?
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. Here's my D&D stuff. I love it so.
Campaign links for Game Log access because DDB has abandoned the forum dice roller, apparently.
Radiant Citadel by cbaer8 ~•~ Stormwreck Isle by Rforrest14 ~•~ Wildspace by Rhanloi ~•~ Rise of Tiamat by SteveThaiBinh ~•~ The Long Road currently by me
Afterwards, while we're all outside.
For a moment, Drusk is sad. But then he takes comfort from the teachings of Lliira. That brief moment of happiness should be treasured, instead of dwelling on the absence of the chicken.
Beegred Thornpost - Lvl 8 Halfling Ranger - Out of the Abyss by Kerrec
Drusk - Lvl 8 Half-Orc Life Cleric - The Long Road: Dragon Heist by Mingofaust (player & current DM)
Hunferho Aelorothi - Lvl 5 Half-Elf Bard/Rogue - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
DM - Frontier City of Nunkreet (ended)
OOC: Does Hildi get any response to his comment about the money?
Beyond a shrug and a pointed shuffling away of the papers with your names on them, no.
If you press him, he concedes that, should you wish to pursue it further, you could bring proof of the value of the items, along with witnesses to their storage or destruction, magical proof or otherwise, and you can lodge an appeal at such and such an office.
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. Here's my D&D stuff. I love it so.
Campaign links for Game Log access because DDB has abandoned the forum dice roller, apparently.
Radiant Citadel by cbaer8 ~•~ Stormwreck Isle by Rforrest14 ~•~ Wildspace by Rhanloi ~•~ Rise of Tiamat by SteveThaiBinh ~•~ The Long Road currently by me
Outside, as they begin moving north, Hildigrim looks at Jorin and sighs in response to his question. "I couldn't tell you for sure. I did have a few mass-produced books like Volo's, but most of what I like to pick up are ones you only find one of here or there. The older the better," he says in a kind of dreamy tone of voice. "Libraries are full of books, of course, but you have to give them back. And making notes in a library book is heartily discouraged. A shop may ask for a book anywhere from 10 to ... well, hundreds of dragons, depending upon age, condition and content. And how greedy the shopkeep is. I didn't own any that expensive, of course, but I had ... let me think ..." He begins muttering titles and authors to himself and ticking off fingers. After he has gone through both hands, he sighs again. "Let's just say several."
"Hopefully we find a bag of holding or a portable hole on our adventures. That will make it easier to keep your valuable books with you."
Beegred Thornpost - Lvl 8 Halfling Ranger - Out of the Abyss by Kerrec
Drusk - Lvl 8 Half-Orc Life Cleric - The Long Road: Dragon Heist by Mingofaust (player & current DM)
Hunferho Aelorothi - Lvl 5 Half-Elf Bard/Rogue - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
DM - Frontier City of Nunkreet (ended)
Hildigrim gives Drusk a very surprised look. "I saw a bag of holding once. I wasn't allowed to touch it, of course. Too expensive. What is a 'portable hole'? Does it work like a bag of holding? Is it cheaper?"
As the trio makes its way north along the Street of Silks, the buildings shift from functional houses of taxation or reporting, to more mundane shops (though as the name implies, much of it is clothing). No place that sells armor, unfortunately. You turn left on the smaller Tharleon Street, and the shops begin to shift again, towards a more magical clientele. People on the street wear more robes than practical clothes, and Hildi starts to cast about for a likely book store.
For a moment, however, your attention is taken by the squat, black rock building at the end of the street. The Blackstaff Tower is a mere three stories tall, more a cube of grim black stone than a tower. It makes you uncomfortable to look at, as if it were watching you. But as you watch it, you see a young apprentice approach the smaller of two doors, and press his palm against it. It opens, and he enters.
Shaking your heads, you look about where you are. Right in front of you is a storefront with a hanging sign that seems to have once been in the shape of a book, but is half burned. The small glass panes on the windows in front let you see that inside, it does indeed seem to sell books.
The door has a name painted on it. "The Charred Remains" it says.
Hildi (DM Roll: 22)...
...has heard of the place, but not been here before. Magic books is their speciality (they might buy the spell books) but they have a reputation for ill luck, and have burned in place a dozen times (or so the legend goes).
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. Here's my D&D stuff. I love it so.
Campaign links for Game Log access because DDB has abandoned the forum dice roller, apparently.
Radiant Citadel by cbaer8 ~•~ Stormwreck Isle by Rforrest14 ~•~ Wildspace by Rhanloi ~•~ Rise of Tiamat by SteveThaiBinh ~•~ The Long Road currently by me