"if anyone would like to do some quick shopping up here lets browse, but then lets make our way to the undercity were i can try to make contact with my associate, and talien i think you will really enjoy the Hall of all Fires!
Grom, is this your home you spoke of? I do want to see weapons being forged and buy some. Maybe a new shield if they make those here.
As we enter into the 'city proper' Talien head will be on a swivel taking in everything. He will walk closer to Rees and ask her Is this a big city by your standards here?
"It's not the largest I've ever been in, but yes, I'd consider it a fairly big city. Why?" she asked, as they followed Shake into the pawnshop.
In the shop, she'll start looking around to see if there's anything reasonably priced and shiny for sale -- doesn't have to be particularly useful or anything, just interesting. Maybe an interesting dagger or coin or something.
There's some shiny coins in the case.. they look like they are from far away lands as they have some sort of scribbly writing on them. Then there's some with squares punch through them. Which would you like?
Shake looks at the "instruments" and laughs looking back at the shop keeper. "Good joke, my fine shop master. Surely such a fine and grand shop as this one must have some instruments of better quality than these." Shake picks up the triangle. "This one I can't even play." Shake demonstrates his point by pretending to strike the triangle with an imaginary striker. "See? Nothing but the sound of silence." Suddenly Shake breaks into a solemn, sorrowful song:
Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone 'Neath the halo of a street lamp I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a magic light That split the night And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light, I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more People talking without speaking People hearing without listening People writing songs that voices never share And no one dared Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools", said I, "You do not know Silence like a cancer grows Hear my words that I might teach you Take my arms that I might reach you" But my words, like silent raindrops fell And echoed In the wells of silence
As he plays Shake strikes the triangle with his hand, creating a subdued beat for his sad, mournful song.
Performance = 15
The shopkeeper looks up unamused, "Please look but do not touch my wares. If you are unhappy with my offerings you're welcome to leave!"
Having stayed quiet and kept her hood up, Arxius picks up a pan flute and picks at the white crust on it. Of the pan flutes available she'll see if one looks better than the others and go for that before Shake does.
Looks like the flute is oxidizing.. it will come off with a good scrub. You find a decent enough one.
"if anyone would like to do some quick shopping up here lets browse, but then lets make our way to the undercity were i can try to make contact with my associate, and talien i think you will really enjoy the Hall of all Fires!
Grom, is this your home you spoke of? I do want to see weapons being forged and buy some. Maybe a new shield if they make those here.
This is not my home, but I have spent time here and the Hall of all Fires will be the most impressive place most people will ever see in there life times
Shake looks at the "instruments" and laughs looking back at the shop keeper. "Good joke, my fine shop master. Surely such a fine and grand shop as this one must have some instruments of better quality than these." Shake picks up the triangle. "This one I can't even play." Shake demonstrates his point by pretending to strike the triangle with an imaginary striker. "See? Nothing but the sound of silence." Suddenly Shake breaks into a solemn, sorrowful song:
Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone 'Neath the halo of a street lamp I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a magic light That split the night And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light, I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more People talking without speaking People hearing without listening People writing songs that voices never share And no one dared Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools", said I, "You do not know Silence like a cancer grows Hear my words that I might teach you Take my arms that I might reach you" But my words, like silent raindrops fell And echoed In the wells of silence
As he plays Shake strikes the triangle with his hand, creating a subdued beat for his sad, mournful song.
Performance = 15
The shopkeeper looks up unamused, "Please look but do not touch my wares. If you are unhappy with my offerings you're welcome to leave!"
Shake looks taken aback by the shopkeeper's attitude. He puts down the triangle and says in a haughty tone, "Fine. If this overpriced trash is all you have in the way of instruments then I clearly misjudged your store. As such I will take my leave of this pile of refuse you call a shop. Good day to you sir." Shake marches out of the store and just before he exiting he turns back and yells at the shop-keep, "I said GOOD DAY!!"
Once outside Shake will pull out his bell and start to perform for anybody who might be on the street.
I'm all lost in this trashy market I can no longer shop happily I came in here for that special offer A guaranteed instrumentality
I wasn't born so much as I fell out Nobody seemed to notice me We had a tunnel back home in the dwaven caves Through which I never could see
I heard the people who lived on the ceiling Scream and fight most scarily Hearing that noise was my first ever feeling That's how it's been all around me
I'm all lost in this trashy market I can no longer shop happily I came in here for a special offer A guaranteed instrumentality
I'm all tuned in, I see all the programs I save leaves from packets of tea I've got my giant hit Meepo: The Hero I empty a bottle, I feel a bit free
I'm all lost in this trashy market I can no longer shop happily I came in here for the special offer A guaranteed instrumentality
It's not here
It disappear
I'm all lost in this trashy market I can no longer shop happily I went in there for the special offer A guaranteed personality
I'm all lost in this trashy market I can no longer shop happily I came in here for that special offer A guaranteed instrumentality
I'm all lost in this trashy market
(I'm all lost) I can no longer shop happily
(I'm all lost) I came in here for the special offer
guaranteed hostility
I'm all lost I'm all lost I'm all lost I'm all lost in the supermarket I can no longer shop happily I came in here for the special offer A guaranteed personality
Arxius steps up to the counter and puts the pan flute down after Shake leaves. "I want this," she says, taking out her coin pouch. "Tell me your terms."
There's some shiny coins in the case.. they look like they are from far away lands as they have some sort of scribbly writing on them. Then there's some with squares punch through them. Which would you like?
Definitely one with a square punched through and string, if he has it so she can make it into a necklace.
Shake looks at the "instruments" and laughs looking back at the shop keeper. "Good joke, my fine shop master. Surely such a fine and grand shop as this one must have some instruments of better quality than these." Shake picks up the triangle. "This one I can't even play." Shake demonstrates his point by pretending to strike the triangle with an imaginary striker. "See? Nothing but the sound of silence." Suddenly Shake breaks into a solemn, sorrowful song:
Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone 'Neath the halo of a street lamp I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a magic light That split the night And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light, I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more People talking without speaking People hearing without listening People writing songs that voices never share And no one dared Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools", said I, "You do not know Silence like a cancer grows Hear my words that I might teach you Take my arms that I might reach you" But my words, like silent raindrops fell And echoed In the wells of silence
As he plays Shake strikes the triangle with his hand, creating a subdued beat for his sad, mournful song.
Performance = 15
The shopkeeper looks up unamused, "Please look but do not touch my wares. If you are unhappy with my offerings you're welcome to leave!"
Shake looks taken aback by the shopkeeper's attitude. He puts down the triangle and says in a haughty tone, "Fine. If this overpriced trash is all you have in the way of instruments then I clearly misjudged your store. As such I will take my leave of this pile of refuse you call a shop. Good day to you sir." Shake marches out of the store and just before he exiting he turns back and yells at the shop-keep, "I said GOOD DAY!!"
Once outside Shake will pull out his bell and start to perform for anybody who might be on the street.
I'm all lost in this trashy market I can no longer shop happily I came in here for that special offer A guaranteed instrumentality
I wasn't born so much as I fell out Nobody seemed to notice me We had a tunnel back home in the dwaven caves Through which I never could see
I heard the people who lived on the ceiling Scream and fight most scarily Hearing that noise was my first ever feeling That's how it's been all around me
I'm all lost in this trashy market I can no longer shop happily I came in here for a special offer A guaranteed instrumentality
I'm all tuned in, I see all the programs I save leaves from packets of tea I've got my giant hit Meepo: The Hero I empty a bottle, I feel a bit free
I'm all lost in this trashy market I can no longer shop happily I came in here for the special offer A guaranteed instrumentality
It's not here
It disappear
I'm all lost in this trashy market I can no longer shop happily I went in there for the special offer A guaranteed personality
I'm all lost in this trashy market I can no longer shop happily I came in here for that special offer A guaranteed instrumentality
I'm all lost in this trashy market
(I'm all lost) I can no longer shop happily
(I'm all lost) I came in here for the special offer
guaranteed hostility
I'm all lost I'm all lost I'm all lost I'm all lost in the supermarket I can no longer shop happily I came in here for the special offer A guaranteed personality
Performance = 20
The owner looks up disgustedly, but doesn't say a word as you march out. He looks more annoyed that you interrupted him again than anything.
Arxius steps up to the counter and puts the pan flute down after Shake leaves. "I want this," she says, taking out her coin pouch. "Tell me your terms."
There's some shiny coins in the case.. they look like they are from far away lands as they have some sort of scribbly writing on them. Then there's some with squares punch through them. Which would you like?
Definitely one with a square punched through and string, if he has it so she can make it into a necklace.
"8 gold for that one," the owner comments as you look down on it.
Shake looks at the "instruments" and laughs looking back at the shop keeper. "Good joke, my fine shop master. Surely such a fine and grand shop as this one must have some instruments of better quality than these." Shake picks up the triangle. "This one I can't even play." Shake demonstrates his point by pretending to strike the triangle with an imaginary striker. "See? Nothing but the sound of silence." Suddenly Shake breaks into a solemn, sorrowful song:
Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone 'Neath the halo of a street lamp I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a magic light That split the night And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light, I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more People talking without speaking People hearing without listening People writing songs that voices never share And no one dared Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools", said I, "You do not know Silence like a cancer grows Hear my words that I might teach you Take my arms that I might reach you" But my words, like silent raindrops fell And echoed In the wells of silence
As he plays Shake strikes the triangle with his hand, creating a subdued beat for his sad, mournful song.
Performance = 15
The shopkeeper looks up unamused, "Please look but do not touch my wares. If you are unhappy with my offerings you're welcome to leave!"
Shake looks taken aback by the shopkeeper's attitude. He puts down the triangle and says in a haughty tone, "Fine. If this overpriced trash is all you have in the way of instruments then I clearly misjudged your store. As such I will take my leave of this pile of refuse you call a shop. Good day to you sir." Shake marches out of the store and just before he exiting he turns back and yells at the shop-keep, "I said GOOD DAY!!"
Once outside Shake will pull out his bell and start to perform for anybody who might be on the street.
I'm all lost in this trashy market I can no longer shop happily I came in here for that special offer A guaranteed instrumentality
I wasn't born so much as I fell out Nobody seemed to notice me We had a tunnel back home in the dwaven caves Through which I never could see
I heard the people who lived on the ceiling Scream and fight most scarily Hearing that noise was my first ever feeling That's how it's been all around me
I'm all lost in this trashy market I can no longer shop happily I came in here for a special offer A guaranteed instrumentality
I'm all tuned in, I see all the programs I save leaves from packets of tea I've got my giant hit Meepo: The Hero I empty a bottle, I feel a bit free
I'm all lost in this trashy market I can no longer shop happily I came in here for the special offer A guaranteed instrumentality
It's not here
It disappear
I'm all lost in this trashy market I can no longer shop happily I went in there for the special offer A guaranteed personality
I'm all lost in this trashy market I can no longer shop happily I came in here for that special offer A guaranteed instrumentality
I'm all lost in this trashy market
(I'm all lost) I can no longer shop happily
(I'm all lost) I came in here for the special offer
guaranteed hostility
I'm all lost I'm all lost I'm all lost I'm all lost in the supermarket I can no longer shop happily I came in here for the special offer A guaranteed personality
Performance = 20
The owner looks up disgustedly, but doesn't say a word as you march out. He looks more annoyed that you interrupted him again than anything.
A small crowd of humans begins to gather. They look upon your strange act with curiosity. A few have looks of disdain, but roughly the same amount smile.
There's some shiny coins in the case.. they look like they are from far away lands as they have some sort of scribbly writing on them. Then there's some with squares punch through them. Which would you like?
Definitely one with a square punched through and string, if he has it so she can make it into a necklace.
"8 gold for that one," the owner comments as you look down on it.
I'm curious sir, what makes it with 8 gold pieces? Does it do anything special?
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"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
Arxius steps up to the counter and puts the pan flute down after Shake leaves. "I want this," she says, taking out her coin pouch. "Tell me your terms."
"12 gold," he says with a wry smile.
Arxius raises an eyebrow and then places 12 gold on the counter. She's never really understood this process. "That is agreeable," she says. "Good trade."
There's some shiny coins in the case.. they look like they are from far away lands as they have some sort of scribbly writing on them. Then there's some with squares punch through them. Which would you like?
Definitely one with a square punched through and string, if he has it so she can make it into a necklace.
"8 gold for that one," the owner comments as you look down on it.
I'm curious sir, what makes it with 8 gold pieces? Does it do anything special?
"Well it's not from round here is it? If it's hard to find it's price goes up.. don't you know how the market works?"
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Grom, is this your home you spoke of? I do want to see weapons being forged and buy some. Maybe a new shield if they make those here.
Warforged Fighter Talien
There's some shiny coins in the case.. they look like they are from far away lands as they have some sort of scribbly writing on them. Then there's some with squares punch through them. Which would you like?
The shopkeeper looks up unamused, "Please look but do not touch my wares. If you are unhappy with my offerings you're welcome to leave!"
Looks like the flute is oxidizing.. it will come off with a good scrub. You find a decent enough one.
This is not my home, but I have spent time here and the Hall of all Fires will be the most impressive place most people will ever see in there life times
Grombrindal "The White Dwarf" (Dwarf - Wizard) - Fenris_Worldsbane's Tales from the Yawning Portal
Shake looks taken aback by the shopkeeper's attitude. He puts down the triangle and says in a haughty tone, "Fine. If this overpriced trash is all you have in the way of instruments then I clearly misjudged your store. As such I will take my leave of this pile of refuse you call a shop. Good day to you sir." Shake marches out of the store and just before he exiting he turns back and yells at the shop-keep, "I said GOOD DAY!!"
Once outside Shake will pull out his bell and start to perform for anybody who might be on the street.
I can no longer shop happily
I came in here for that special offer
A guaranteed instrumentality
Nobody seemed to notice me
We had a tunnel back home in the dwaven caves
Through which I never could see
Scream and fight most scarily
Hearing that noise was my first ever feeling
That's how it's been all around me
I can no longer shop happily
I came in here for a special offer
A guaranteed instrumentality
I save leaves from packets of tea
I've got my giant hit Meepo: The Hero
I empty a bottle, I feel a bit free
I can no longer shop happily
I came in here for the special offer
A guaranteed instrumentality
I can no longer shop happily
I went in there for the special offer
A guaranteed personality
I can no longer shop happily
I came in here for that special offer
A guaranteed instrumentality
I'm all lost
I'm all lost
I'm all lost in the supermarket
I can no longer shop happily
I came in here for the special offer
A guaranteed personality
Performance = 12
Shake - Fenris Worldsbane's Tales From the Yawning Portal: Sunless Citidal
Randy Doe - Water Deep: Dragon Heist
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Arxius steps up to the counter and puts the pan flute down after Shake leaves. "I want this," she says, taking out her coin pouch. "Tell me your terms."
Arxius, Elven Simic Hybrid Ranger in Tales from the Yawning Portal
Definitely one with a square punched through and string, if he has it so she can make it into a necklace.
Rees Changeling Rogue in Tales From the Yawning Portal: Sunless Citadel
Nikya Centaur Blood Hunter in Death House Halloween Oneshot
The owner looks up disgustedly, but doesn't say a word as you march out. He looks more annoyed that you interrupted him again than anything.
"12 gold," he says with a wry smile.
"8 gold for that one," the owner comments as you look down on it.
A small crowd of humans begins to gather. They look upon your strange act with curiosity. A few have looks of disdain, but roughly the same amount smile.
Make a perception check for me please.
Shake's perception = 23
Shake - Fenris Worldsbane's Tales From the Yawning Portal: Sunless Citidal
Randy Doe - Water Deep: Dragon Heist
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It's hard to be perceptive while engaging in such an awesome, punk-rock performance.
Shake - Fenris Worldsbane's Tales From the Yawning Portal: Sunless Citidal
Randy Doe - Water Deep: Dragon Heist
My Thingiverse Profile
Talien says to Rees, Put a hole in your own gold coin and save some coin.
Warforged Fighter Talien
I'm curious sir, what makes it with 8 gold pieces? Does it do anything special?
"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
She hummed thoughtfully. "Can you tell me where it's from or anything about it, by chance?"
Rees Changeling Rogue in Tales From the Yawning Portal: Sunless Citadel
Nikya Centaur Blood Hunter in Death House Halloween Oneshot
Arxius raises an eyebrow and then places 12 gold on the counter. She's never really understood this process. "That is agreeable," she says. "Good trade."
Arxius, Elven Simic Hybrid Ranger in Tales from the Yawning Portal
Indeed, haha. You get dust in your eye... nothing to see here beside the small crowd and you're.. err great performance.
"Well it's not from round here is it? If it's hard to find it's price goes up.. don't you know how the market works?"