The shops walls are covered with shelves filled with hundreds of various purple trinkets. There are so many that it's impossible to even search through them all.
Roll 1d100 if you want to see which trinket catches your eye.
Zyllee studies the wall of purple trinkets carefully. A circlet comprised of purple meadow flowers jumps out at her. She picks it up gently and walks to the counter. " This is pretty. How much would you sell this for?"
Zyllee hands over 5 coppers quickly and admires the circlet. She places it on her head immediately. Zylee spins around for her friends. " How does it look?'
Callan has rarely been so excited, so many things to study! Dashing from shelf to shelf, he amasses a fair sized pile of interesting treasures within a few moments. Circe snaps him out of his spree by unceremoniously thwacking him in the face with a wing. Guiltily, he starts putting things back, all save for one trinket that is particularly intriguing, a small purple metal device that produces Sparks when supplied with water.
He approaches the shop owner with a grin, "I must say, this is a fascinating store. I'm surprised I haven't heard of this place before. I would like to purchase this please good sir. Oh, uh, what was your name? Was it Xoblob, or does that honorific go to the beauty in the window?"
Before Callan, Zyllee and 'Max' enter the Old Xoblob Shop, Max locks eyes with the beholder and feels like it is watching him despite its stuffed constitution. The bard gets a chill down his spine for some odd reason. Taking in the immense display of various shades or purple he remarks "ugh, no no no, too much, WAY too much." "No bard worth his salt would ever choose this color palette. Where's the contrast? I myself prefer just an accent of purple, just a bit of flair; MAYBE a vest or something, at most. Ah well, maybe there's still hope for this place." He enters with his friends.
Surveying the warm and welcoming but all too aesthetically offensive scene, Max does his best to forgive the shop keep his tastes and focus on the merits of this place since the gnome seems to be nice enough. He walks around, dodging Callan a few times in his excitement, dismissing many of the items for their aesthetic shortcomings alone. He does come across a large, bright purple feather however and remarks "see, this here has some potential." "How much?" He tries to feign indifference for the item, as if it was merely the best of a lot that otherwise did not interest him, which was mostly true.
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Responding to Callan, the gnome says, "Hoo hoo, my young boy, you are a smart one! Indeed, Xoblob is the name of that eye tyrant in the window! However, I've also adopted the name myself for branding and marketing purposes! For that wonderful trinket, it'll be 6 copper."
To Max, Xoblob says, "Ah, that feather is bound to bring you good luck all while sprucing up your fashion! That one is just 1 copper."
Max is about to barter and cry poor but stops himself as he looks down at his fine illusory clothes in all of their style and perfection. "I'll need a new angle for bartering" he thinks to himself. "Ah well, it's a deal. Thank you sir. It really is a fine feather, and just what I've been looking for, too!" Max turns around and takes off his satchel, placing it on the ground. He reaches in and pulls out a faded black top hat that features a large hole burned through the top. The bard also pulls out a fancy pink feather even larger than the purple one he has just purchased. He tucks both feathers in through a hole in the side of the hat and beneath the black ribbon of cloth that encircles the once dapper cap. As Max goes to put the hat on, however, it turns into a pristine white top hat, although the feathers do not change. He looks at his friends while reaching up to touch the feathers and ensure they are straight and says "I had to keep some authenticity, at least." Touching the pink one he adds "and this one is special. Most importantly, however, observe the contrast. One cannot just wear bright pink on white alone!"
Looking quite proud in his newest ensemble Max does ask "Mr Xoblob, Sir, who or what was the original Xoblob over there?"
"Truth be told, this place was named after whoever Xoblob was before I purchased the place. I tried to rename it but everyone just kept calling it Xoblob! Hoo hoo, was I annoyed with that for a while. Eventually I gave in and changed the name of the establishment back as well as my own name to match. Business has never been better! Hoo hoo," he laughs as he explains the bizarre tale.
"A good choice indeed then, Mister Xoblob! So, why is your wonderful shop the only place open so late around here? Do you see many people out and about this time of night? Have many patrons?"
"My boy I pride myself on the store hours! We are open 20 hours per day, no exceptions! Hoo hoo, when you get to be my age you don't need so much sleep! I do see many, many people. They stop by at all hours due to the curiosity of this curious shop!" Xoblob replies.
"Most excellent, glad to hear it. Actually, you know, I was to have a drink with a friend down here two nights ago but I was, ah well, 'delayed' and didn't catch him. I had hoped to make it up to him but he has not been available when I've gone calling at his inn. I'm sure he'd absolutely LOVE your wonderful shop though. Perhaps a gift is in order! Let's see." He starts poking around again trying to appear as if he can't decide which items to spend more coin on. "You know, I bet he would have stopped in here himself, actually. Hard to resist such a fine place when down here, I'd say. You didn't see a handsome young man with wavy redish hair and fine clothing, did you. Perhaps you even noticed which items he was most interested in!" Max keeps poking and prodding at items, then pulls several dragons and other denominations out of his pocket and begins to count them all.
Xoblob's eyes widen at the sight of the dragons, "Yes, yes, I saw him! There were two with that description two nights ago but they were both together. They were jumped outside the shop! I think by five others dressed in black leather armor. I didn't recognize any of the five, but one of them had a tattoo on the back of his neck of a black winged snake."
Max does his best performance of looking shocked, even dropping a few of his coins on the floor during his initial reaction before picking them up again. He looks to his other companions and mutters "my dear Floon..."
OOC May request a check regarding any knowledge of this tattoo.
Zyllee frowns as both of her friends ignore her and the circlet. Is it not as pretty as she had thought? She removes it from her head and studies it. Being distracted she misses the shopkeeper's tale about the young man they seek for the most part. Hearing something about men in leather armor she looks to him and listens more closely.
Still unaware of Zyllee's new adornment, Callan looks away from the electrical trinket in his hands as Old Xoblob answers Hugo's question, he certainly hadn't expected to stumble onto to something related to their endeavor here... He starts asking questions in rapid succession.
"He was here? Did they live through the experience? Where did they go? Are you sure it was a winged snake, that's a symbol of the Zhentarim!"
"I think they were alive? There wasn't any blood around at any rate, hoo hoo. I didn't see where they went though, sorry my boy, and that definitely was a winged snake on his neck."
"Right, let's go take a look shall we?" Callan drops a few coppers on the counter before the shopkeep before heading outside. He is nervous now, he definitely does not like the idea of tangling with the zhentarim.
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The shops walls are covered with shelves filled with hundreds of various purple trinkets. There are so many that it's impossible to even search through them all.
Roll 1d100 if you want to see which trinket catches your eye.
Zyllee studies the wall of purple trinkets carefully. A circlet comprised of purple meadow flowers jumps out at her. She picks it up gently and walks to the counter. " This is pretty. How much would you sell this for?"
"Ah, my lady, that one there will run you 5 copper pieces. It's guaranteed to never wilt you know!" the purple gnome replies.
Zyllee hands over 5 coppers quickly and admires the circlet. She places it on her head immediately. Zylee spins around for her friends. " How does it look?'
Callan has rarely been so excited, so many things to study! Dashing from shelf to shelf, he amasses a fair sized pile of interesting treasures within a few moments. Circe snaps him out of his spree by unceremoniously thwacking him in the face with a wing. Guiltily, he starts putting things back, all save for one trinket that is particularly intriguing, a small purple metal device that produces Sparks when supplied with water.
He approaches the shop owner with a grin, "I must say, this is a fascinating store. I'm surprised I haven't heard of this place before. I would like to purchase this please good sir. Oh, uh, what was your name? Was it Xoblob, or does that honorific go to the beauty in the window?"
Before Callan, Zyllee and 'Max' enter the Old Xoblob Shop, Max locks eyes with the beholder and feels like it is watching him despite its stuffed constitution. The bard gets a chill down his spine for some odd reason. Taking in the immense display of various shades or purple he remarks "ugh, no no no, too much, WAY too much." "No bard worth his salt would ever choose this color palette. Where's the contrast? I myself prefer just an accent of purple, just a bit of flair; MAYBE a vest or something, at most. Ah well, maybe there's still hope for this place." He enters with his friends.
Surveying the warm and welcoming but all too aesthetically offensive scene, Max does his best to forgive the shop keep his tastes and focus on the merits of this place since the gnome seems to be nice enough. He walks around, dodging Callan a few times in his excitement, dismissing many of the items for their aesthetic shortcomings alone. He does come across a large, bright purple feather however and remarks "see, this here has some potential." "How much?" He tries to feign indifference for the item, as if it was merely the best of a lot that otherwise did not interest him, which was mostly true.
Responding to Callan, the gnome says, "Hoo hoo, my young boy, you are a smart one! Indeed, Xoblob is the name of that eye tyrant in the window! However, I've also adopted the name myself for branding and marketing purposes! For that wonderful trinket, it'll be 6 copper."
To Max, Xoblob says, "Ah, that feather is bound to bring you good luck all while sprucing up your fashion! That one is just 1 copper."
Max is about to barter and cry poor but stops himself as he looks down at his fine illusory clothes in all of their style and perfection. "I'll need a new angle for bartering" he thinks to himself. "Ah well, it's a deal. Thank you sir. It really is a fine feather, and just what I've been looking for, too!" Max turns around and takes off his satchel, placing it on the ground. He reaches in and pulls out a faded black top hat that features a large hole burned through the top. The bard also pulls out a fancy pink feather even larger than the purple one he has just purchased. He tucks both feathers in through a hole in the side of the hat and beneath the black ribbon of cloth that encircles the once dapper cap. As Max goes to put the hat on, however, it turns into a pristine white top hat, although the feathers do not change. He looks at his friends while reaching up to touch the feathers and ensure they are straight and says "I had to keep some authenticity, at least." Touching the pink one he adds "and this one is special. Most importantly, however, observe the contrast. One cannot just wear bright pink on white alone!"
Looking quite proud in his newest ensemble Max does ask "Mr Xoblob, Sir, who or what was the original Xoblob over there?"
"That is a creature known as a beholder, young man! They look strange don't they! Hoo hoo," he laughs as he claps with joy.
“Was there a real beholder named Xoblob? I’d love to hear his story!”
"Truth be told, this place was named after whoever Xoblob was before I purchased the place. I tried to rename it but everyone just kept calling it Xoblob! Hoo hoo, was I annoyed with that for a while. Eventually I gave in and changed the name of the establishment back as well as my own name to match. Business has never been better! Hoo hoo," he laughs as he explains the bizarre tale.
"A good choice indeed then, Mister Xoblob! So, why is your wonderful shop the only place open so late around here? Do you see many people out and about this time of night? Have many patrons?"
"My boy I pride myself on the store hours! We are open 20 hours per day, no exceptions! Hoo hoo, when you get to be my age you don't need so much sleep! I do see many, many people. They stop by at all hours due to the curiosity of this curious shop!" Xoblob replies.
"Most excellent, glad to hear it. Actually, you know, I was to have a drink with a friend down here two nights ago but I was, ah well, 'delayed' and didn't catch him. I had hoped to make it up to him but he has not been available when I've gone calling at his inn. I'm sure he'd absolutely LOVE your wonderful shop though. Perhaps a gift is in order! Let's see." He starts poking around again trying to appear as if he can't decide which items to spend more coin on. "You know, I bet he would have stopped in here himself, actually. Hard to resist such a fine place when down here, I'd say. You didn't see a handsome young man with wavy redish hair and fine clothing, did you. Perhaps you even noticed which items he was most interested in!" Max keeps poking and prodding at items, then pulls several dragons and other denominations out of his pocket and begins to count them all.
Xoblob's eyes widen at the sight of the dragons, "Yes, yes, I saw him! There were two with that description two nights ago but they were both together. They were jumped outside the shop! I think by five others dressed in black leather armor. I didn't recognize any of the five, but one of them had a tattoo on the back of his neck of a black winged snake."
Max does his best performance of looking shocked, even dropping a few of his coins on the floor during his initial reaction before picking them up again. He looks to his other companions and mutters "my dear Floon..."
OOC May request a check regarding any knowledge of this tattoo.
Zyllee frowns as both of her friends ignore her and the circlet. Is it not as pretty as she had thought? She removes it from her head and studies it. Being distracted she misses the shopkeeper's tale about the young man they seek for the most part. Hearing something about men in leather armor she looks to him and listens more closely.
Still unaware of Zyllee's new adornment, Callan looks away from the electrical trinket in his hands as Old Xoblob answers Hugo's question, he certainly hadn't expected to stumble onto to something related to their endeavor here... He starts asking questions in rapid succession.
"He was here? Did they live through the experience? Where did they go? Are you sure it was a winged snake, that's a symbol of the Zhentarim!"
"I think they were alive? There wasn't any blood around at any rate, hoo hoo. I didn't see where they went though, sorry my boy, and that definitely was a winged snake on his neck."
"Right, let's go take a look shall we?" Callan drops a few coppers on the counter before the shopkeep before heading outside. He is nervous now, he definitely does not like the idea of tangling with the zhentarim.