"I was just admiring how nice that Duncan pile there looks. You know, I'd give my right leg for a pile like that," says the ham-bone laden Knight. "You know, I was in the shop there earlier and your mum was really wanting a ham to serve for dinner. I really would gladly give you my right leg for that Duncan pile. It's quite a nice ham, what with me being right-legged and all. Came from the local ham-mayor dude you know. I'd recall his name, but that was pretty far back so... Ham Mayor, I think it was. Your mum seemed quite certain she would do almost anything, other than Burt you know, for a decent ham. You boys really would score a big one with your sweet ol' mum if you took the trade and showed up to the shoppe with this nice ham here." (A little white lie:13)
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Ira, those rings fetch you a tidy 50gp. That's not bad at all - It's almost as if they had worth beyond mere gold.... but they're gone now, no take-backsies. And yes, you were the one who got the locket originally. Happy infighting guys!
Greg : As you enter Thelorns Safe Journeys - the premium Wainwrights in all of Red Larch if not the wider Dessarin Valley, a splendiferous workshop of rich hardwood work surfaces, perfumed with the scent of expensive sawdusts and shavings, adorned with magnificent baroque works of wagoncraft - a large burly human slaps his thinner colleague (maybe more? They look a lot alike) in the chest, declaring "Hey Asdan! Lookee at this critters wheels! Hahahahahahaha!" to which the slighter gent guffaws "Wuddn' put wheels like that on mah garden fence, Thorsk - on mah fence!"
Anyone at the stand : Despite the limitations applied by space, time and causality, when the boys see you jangling those fat bags of copper around the place they sit up and pay attention "Mr! Mr! I can cut you the best deal!" "Shut up Bort, you're not even using the right colour text anymore!" "Am too!"
TBK : You can see they are very clearly considering your generous offer. "Ma sure does like ham..." "Shut up Bort! Lookee at them bags! We'll be rich! Ahem. I ain't letting no limb go for less than ten!"
Burt : Are you looking to head over to the Constable's office / butchery for that ham, or offering to buy TBK's slightly used limbs?
Fiver : The beef slab that is the Smithy looks up from his forge, seeing the armour you're waving around - which based on you saying "hide" is a ragged set of scaled mail with a slightly strange smell coming off it - and grunts. "You'll take it for free? Sure! But you keep it!" and when you leave he slams the door behind it. You hear a bar being put into place and what sounds like a like an elephant waking up at 2am on christmas morning and rushing to it's parents room, along with a cry of "Laefra! We're free! Free!".
Greg will engage in clever banter yadda yadda yadda and try to uncover what Thelorns would charge for an improved rig. And what the benefits and features would be. Though, gotta say, if they are trying to make a sale insulting the custom seems a poor strategy. I think Greg might dislike Thorsk & Asdan too much to buy their wheels but he will cover it and be patient. Plus, baroque doesn't sound practical, he's more a utilitarian, Danish Modern kind of centaur.
Are the boys offering ten copper a limb? (assume including a ham trade-in)
Anyway, Greg's got gold, and after a bit of sleep feels generous. Sorry 'bout the copper thing Iradon. You keep the 50, I'll give a share of mine to His Darkness here who got the shaft and the candles. Burt's got his own treasures. Then we'll be even to start the next qwest and we start cutting the 5th wheel here in too
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Fiver spends many a happy minute cleaning his new Scale Mail of Interesting Musk (+0), inspecting it (and himself) in any nearby reflections from windows or puddles, removing it and cleaning, mending or adjusting it. Rinse and repeat until happy. I don't need to buy no stinking 5 gp mirror from the PHB to know that I look fly. Incidentally that bumps my AC to 17.
Fiver makes his way over to Ira with his new gear and parasol: Uhhh, I have a bit of bad news, unless you lose a lot of weight or the DM doesn't care about encumbrance (generally or in just this specific instance), I won't be able to carry you anymore. I appreciate all the work you have done in keeping the sky from falling on me, thank you. As a workaround, we could try me carrying you, and you carrying the parasol, but I don't know if that will work.
If the knickknack, bricabrac and umbrella shop want it, they can have the hide armour. I explain: It has no sentimental value for me, but may help out some up and coming-adventurer. Give its new owner my best wishes; it served me well in the time i wore it.Persuasion19
I killed a slaver to get it so don't want to profit from parting with it. If they don't want it, I will discard it in whatever passes for the Red Larch refuse pit.
Iradon instantly loses so much weight that he weighs 1lb. (It is on my character sheet so Nunberry can't complain) and climbs aboard. You hear in your mind (like all conversation from Iradon) "I can still hold the parasol if you wish"
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The Shakespearean Knight smiles and looks back over at the two boys, "As it happens, I left your mum a 10-spot when I saw her earlier. And I think Burt is there now giving her a tip. That's how I knew she was looking for a ham you know, when I stopped by to giver that tenner. Up to you guys really. I mean, I've got plenty of ham so... I'm good. Just thought I'd make you an offer so you could please the mum you know." (An even greater tale:<in which our hero remembers he has the Actor feat>12)
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Woo hoo! Okay let's see what the others are up to and get ready to bed down, level up or move out! By the way if you have any detect magic magic I would be interested in your appraisal of my new scales.
"Seems odd you have to cast at Will so much," the knight says to Ira. "Wonder what he did to piss of the multiverse."
He quickly brings his attention back to Greg. "A right many thanks to you good ol' Stumps, me boy! Guess that would be easier. Of course it would serve them right being gullible, what with them being children. I mean the gall you know, being a kid out here in the world like it is. I mean anyone can up and be an adventurer. That's no feat. No feet at all. But a child? Now that's serious business. Just look at those two trying to pull a fast one on us with the whole 'youth' thing. Two kids and a Limb-Aid stand. Takes a lot of 'I-don't-know-what' to pull off a stunt like that in the Red." He shakes his head, "Kids. Indeed."
He looks back toward the pile of limbs. "OK boys. You drive a hard bargain. Here's another 10 spot. But can't guarantee that old Burt will give your mum that tip we discussed. He may pull out of that now." He puts down the gold and adds, "The Duncans now. Don't try any of that bait and switch type of tomfoolery."
TBK - as you no doubt eemember, the boys' mother Maegla is the only woman in town who hasn't slept with Burt, not for lack of his trying. So your ruse falls on deaf ears.
Having never seen gold before, Mort snorts"We're not children, we're business men - you have money, we have product. Now, take this kiddie-coin horsepucky off my business-shop and give me my sweet ducats or get up the yard! 10 of em!"and he nods emphatically at the nearest big bag of coppers. "Mort, you said I could be green! Give it back!" "No, you smell like pee pee, blue-text!"
When Fiver arrives back at the stand, Mort spontaneous cries out "Eat shit and die of having shit in your belly!" at him. Bort adds "Your favourite dinner is a bag of pig mickeys!"
Ira, you do not detect anything magical about the armour. The limbs behind the desk though gain a little sparkly sheen, just enough to be interesting but not enough to encourage you to hack off your own arm.
(Given Burt's refusal to give a straight answer, I can only assume he intends to buy TBK's limbs then bring them for an appraisal in the Constabutcherlery to see if he got a good deal.)
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Burt feels it's time for a good, long post, so he will clap TBK on the back, saying something like Yes, yes, that sounds like a wonderful deal there, I'll just hold this arm while you're trying on the new one. Then he'll pull the arm off and run like a maniac to the Butchtable. He bursts in through the door, waving the arm around, and tells the Sheritcher I have this lovely, one of a kind ham-arm that I'd like to trade for some cold cuts, and possibly bacon. Allow me to use some persuasion on you: 21. And while you're getting my dead pig together, I should probably check on your wife....make sure she's still ok.....
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Greg, you weren't forgotten. In fact you're so important you get your own post. The Thelorns as a pair whistle. "Improve that rig huh? Well, I guess if we stripped the wheels, the bed, that axle hasta go. Then there's the sorry sum***** sittin' on it, hur hur hur." - "Don't think we got any horse parts, weez is more the luck-shoe-ree carts parts. y'hear?" "Yeah, n' you don' look like no deeeeeeluxe roller! Geddaddaheoh! GIT!" - They shoo you out of their upmarket wainery.
Outside their store, a mysterious black clad man with a hat pulled down low on his face leans against the wall.
"Them boys is laughin' at you. There comes a time when a half man half horse has to stand up on however many legs he has left and say 'I'm a half man half horse'. And son, that time is now. Muh name's Keogh, an ahm somethin' of an ofish-nado of wheels n their uses. So let me tell yuh - Yer gonna learn to use them wheels or die tryin'. Then yoos gonna make them gagglin' geese eat yer damn wheels. Now, lemme see yer war face!"
If you agree, Tony will teach you his signature move, which requires a full charge of 20ft followed by a powerslide of 10ft that automatically crits on a hit (target makes DC 8+prof+Str Strength save to not get knocked prone) but is so momentous that you have to use your next 20ft of movement (carried over to the next turn) in a perpendicular direction. To master To' Keogh's drift you must... I dunno... roll a few dice! Yes, that's it. Start running charges up and down the street. You can roll Athletics or Acrobatics. The DC to beat is 20. It goes down by 1 every time you try but if you fail you crash and take 1d6 damage. Keep going till you pass or pass out. Mr Keogh is leaving town tonight so it's up to you if you want to bother. To won't be offended if you decline, he's an easy going wandering desperado.
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Well Keogh, a couple things. I already know I'm above them, they don't wanna make a sale fine, I guess I'm not in a mood for killing right now, but maybe later. Or, maybe I just let them fall to the apocalypse I keep hearing about. Second, I'm not half anything, except missing half my limbs, I'm 100% centaur. But, this isn't a call-out it's a call in, just ixnay on the orsehay next time, my friend.
But that sounds like a badass move, and though I am already RPing with my party at the next encounter at the limb stand, I will take the time to learn the K-drift
Greg : Congratulations, you're a natural and have graduated from the Keogh school of driving with top marks.
Now, if you gots a stump, Pick some damned limbs so we can fade to a long rest. Feel free to mix and match. The names are probably clues to something but I forgot what.
So I'll cruise through this and get to a long rest as instructed
to the boys I'll take the Popov left leg - ten coppers you say? - for that kind of money I expect a discount on installation. I'll give you twelve, installed.
Then Greg will go to Waelver's, pay his debt, tell him what ******** the Thelorn's are, and get a tune-up. Second best my ass, my man, those posers have worse social skills than your ex-apprentice. To speed things up, can we say it's 5gp for repairing whatever he did during the epic crash and optimizing his wheels for mismatched rear leg propulsion and drifting, along with the 20 I already deleted to cover debt. Oh, and lifestyle expenses, Greg will spend 2gp and be comfortable, well fed and warm
And TBK, remember to add 50gp to your sheet, I took it off mine
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"I was just admiring how nice that Duncan pile there looks. You know, I'd give my right leg for a pile like that," says the ham-bone laden Knight. "You know, I was in the shop there earlier and your mum was really wanting a ham to serve for dinner. I really would gladly give you my right leg for that Duncan pile. It's quite a nice ham, what with me being right-legged and all. Came from the local ham-mayor dude you know. I'd recall his name, but that was pretty far back so... Ham Mayor, I think it was. Your mum seemed quite certain she would do almost anything, other than Burt you know, for a decent ham. You boys really would score a big one with your sweet ol' mum if you took the trade and showed up to the shoppe with this nice ham here." (A little white lie: 13)
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Burt immediately blows his load. Of copper pieces on more ham.
Back and ready to DM and chew bubblegum. And I'm alllll outta bubblegum.
Ira, those rings fetch you a tidy 50gp. That's not bad at all - It's almost as if they had worth beyond mere gold.... but they're gone now, no take-backsies. And yes, you were the one who got the locket originally. Happy infighting guys!
Greg : As you enter Thelorns Safe Journeys - the premium Wainwrights in all of Red Larch if not the wider Dessarin Valley, a splendiferous workshop of rich hardwood work surfaces, perfumed with the scent of expensive sawdusts and shavings, adorned with magnificent baroque works of wagoncraft - a large burly human slaps his thinner colleague (maybe more? They look a lot alike) in the chest, declaring "Hey Asdan! Lookee at this critters wheels! Hahahahahahaha!" to which the slighter gent guffaws "Wuddn' put wheels like that on mah garden fence, Thorsk - on mah fence!"
Anyone at the stand : Despite the limitations applied by space, time and causality, when the boys see you jangling those fat bags of copper around the place they sit up and pay attention "Mr! Mr! I can cut you the best deal!" "Shut up Bort, you're not even using the right colour text anymore!" "Am too!"
TBK : You can see they are very clearly considering your generous offer. "Ma sure does like ham..." "Shut up Bort! Lookee at them bags! We'll be rich! Ahem. I ain't letting no limb go for less than ten!"
Burt : Are you looking to head over to the Constable's office / butchery for that ham, or offering to buy TBK's slightly used limbs?
Fiver : The beef slab that is the Smithy looks up from his forge, seeing the armour you're waving around - which based on you saying "hide" is a ragged set of scaled mail with a slightly strange smell coming off it - and grunts. "You'll take it for free? Sure! But you keep it!" and when you leave he slams the door behind it. You hear a bar being put into place and what sounds like a like an elephant waking up at 2am on christmas morning and rushing to it's parents room, along with a cry of "Laefra! We're free! Free!".
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Greg will engage in clever banter yadda yadda yadda and try to uncover what Thelorns would charge for an improved rig. And what the benefits and features would be. Though, gotta say, if they are trying to make a sale insulting the custom seems a poor strategy. I think Greg might dislike Thorsk & Asdan too much to buy their wheels but he will cover it and be patient. Plus, baroque doesn't sound practical, he's more a utilitarian, Danish Modern kind of centaur.
Are the boys offering ten copper a limb? (assume including a ham trade-in)
Anyway, Greg's got gold, and after a bit of sleep feels generous. Sorry 'bout the copper thing Iradon. You keep the 50, I'll give a share of mine to His Darkness here who got the shaft and the candles. Burt's got his own treasures. Then we'll be even to start the next qwest and we start cutting the 5th wheel here in too
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Fiver spends many a happy minute cleaning his new Scale Mail of Interesting Musk (+0), inspecting it (and himself) in any nearby reflections from windows or puddles, removing it and cleaning, mending or adjusting it. Rinse and repeat until happy. I don't need to buy no stinking 5 gp mirror from the PHB to know that I look fly. Incidentally that bumps my AC to 17.
Fiver makes his way over to Ira with his new gear and parasol: Uhhh, I have a bit of bad news, unless you lose a lot of weight or the DM doesn't care about encumbrance (generally or in just this specific instance), I won't be able to carry you anymore. I appreciate all the work you have done in keeping the sky from falling on me, thank you. As a workaround, we could try me carrying you, and you carrying the parasol, but I don't know if that will work.
If the knickknack, bricabrac and umbrella shop want it, they can have the hide armour. I explain: It has no sentimental value for me, but may help out some up and coming-adventurer. Give its new owner my best wishes; it served me well in the time i wore it. Persuasion 19
I killed a slaver to get it so don't want to profit from parting with it. If they don't want it, I will discard it in whatever passes for the Red Larch refuse pit.
Yes.
Back and ready to DM and chew bubblegum. And I'm alllll outta bubblegum.
Iradon instantly loses so much weight that he weighs 1lb. (It is on my character sheet so Nunberry can't complain) and climbs aboard. You hear in your mind (like all conversation from Iradon) "I can still hold the parasol if you wish"
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The Shakespearean Knight smiles and looks back over at the two boys, "As it happens, I left your mum a 10-spot when I saw her earlier. And I think Burt is there now giving her a tip. That's how I knew she was looking for a ham you know, when I stopped by to giver that tenner. Up to you guys really. I mean, I've got plenty of ham so... I'm good. Just thought I'd make you an offer so you could please the mum you know." (An even greater tale:<in which our hero remembers he has the Actor feat> 12)
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Woo hoo! Okay let's see what the others are up to and get ready to bed down, level up or move out! By the way if you have any detect magic magic I would be interested in your appraisal of my new scales.
Quietly to TBK Psst Night Knight, you can has 50gp, no need to rip off the innocent children
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"Seems odd you have to cast at Will so much," the knight says to Ira. "Wonder what he did to piss of the multiverse."
He quickly brings his attention back to Greg. "A right many thanks to you good ol' Stumps, me boy! Guess that would be easier. Of course it would serve them right being gullible, what with them being children. I mean the gall you know, being a kid out here in the world like it is. I mean anyone can up and be an adventurer. That's no feat. No feet at all. But a child? Now that's serious business. Just look at those two trying to pull a fast one on us with the whole 'youth' thing. Two kids and a Limb-Aid stand. Takes a lot of 'I-don't-know-what' to pull off a stunt like that in the Red." He shakes his head, "Kids. Indeed."
He looks back toward the pile of limbs. "OK boys. You drive a hard bargain. Here's another 10 spot. But can't guarantee that old Burt will give your mum that tip we discussed. He may pull out of that now." He puts down the gold and adds, "The Duncans now. Don't try any of that bait and switch type of tomfoolery."
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TBK - as you no doubt eemember, the boys' mother Maegla is the only woman in town who hasn't slept with Burt, not for lack of his trying. So your ruse falls on deaf ears.
Having never seen gold before, Mort snorts "We're not children, we're business men - you have money, we have product. Now, take this kiddie-coin horsepucky off my business-shop and give me my sweet ducats or get up the yard! 10 of em!" and he nods emphatically at the nearest big bag of coppers. "Mort, you said I could be green! Give it back!" "No, you smell like pee pee, blue-text!"
When Fiver arrives back at the stand, Mort spontaneous cries out "Eat shit and die of having shit in your belly!" at him. Bort adds "Your favourite dinner is a bag of pig mickeys!"
Ira, you do not detect anything magical about the armour. The limbs behind the desk though gain a little sparkly sheen, just enough to be interesting but not enough to encourage you to hack off your own arm.
(Given Burt's refusal to give a straight answer, I can only assume he intends to buy TBK's limbs then bring them for an appraisal in the Constabutcherlery to see if he got a good deal.)
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Burt feels it's time for a good, long post, so he will clap TBK on the back, saying something like Yes, yes, that sounds like a wonderful deal there, I'll just hold this arm while you're trying on the new one. Then he'll pull the arm off and run like a maniac to the Butchtable. He bursts in through the door, waving the arm around, and tells the Sheritcher I have this lovely, one of a kind ham-arm that I'd like to trade for some cold cuts, and possibly bacon. Allow me to use some persuasion on you: 21. And while you're getting my dead pig together, I should probably check on your wife....make sure she's still ok.....
Back and ready to DM and chew bubblegum. And I'm alllll outta bubblegum.
Greg, you weren't forgotten. In fact you're so important you get your own post. The Thelorns as a pair whistle. "Improve that rig huh? Well, I guess if we stripped the wheels, the bed, that axle hasta go. Then there's the sorry sum***** sittin' on it, hur hur hur." - "Don't think we got any horse parts, weez is more the luck-shoe-ree carts parts. y'hear?" "Yeah, n' you don' look like no deeeeeeluxe roller! Geddaddaheoh! GIT!" - They shoo you out of their upmarket wainery.
Outside their store, a mysterious black clad man with a hat pulled down low on his face leans against the wall.
"Them boys is laughin' at you. There comes a time when a half man half horse has to stand up on however many legs he has left and say 'I'm a half man half horse'. And son, that time is now. Muh name's Keogh, an ahm somethin' of an ofish-nado of wheels n their uses. So let me tell yuh - Yer gonna learn to use them wheels or die tryin'. Then yoos gonna make them gagglin' geese eat yer damn wheels. Now, lemme see yer war face!"
If you agree, Tony will teach you his signature move, which requires a full charge of 20ft followed by a powerslide of 10ft that automatically crits on a hit (target makes DC 8+prof+Str Strength save to not get knocked prone) but is so momentous that you have to use your next 20ft of movement (carried over to the next turn) in a perpendicular direction. To master To' Keogh's drift you must... I dunno... roll a few dice! Yes, that's it. Start running charges up and down the street. You can roll Athletics or Acrobatics. The DC to beat is 20. It goes down by 1 every time you try but if you fail you crash and take 1d6 damage. Keep going till you pass or pass out. Mr Keogh is leaving town tonight so it's up to you if you want to bother. To won't be offended if you decline, he's an easy going wandering desperado.
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Is that.....BURT REYNOLDS??? The Burt that all Burts aspire to?
Back and ready to DM and chew bubblegum. And I'm alllll outta bubblegum.
Well Keogh, a couple things. I already know I'm above them, they don't wanna make a sale fine, I guess I'm not in a mood for killing right now, but maybe later. Or, maybe I just let them fall to the apocalypse I keep hearing about. Second, I'm not half anything, except missing half my limbs, I'm 100% centaur. But, this isn't a call-out it's a call in, just ixnay on the orsehay next time, my friend.
But that sounds like a badass move, and though I am already RPing with my party at the next encounter at the limb stand, I will take the time to learn the K-drift
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Athletics 18 if crash damage is 4
Athletics 16 if crash damage is 6
Thanks K!
(didn't even have to add more rolls - but, crit beef followed by crit glory, ought to be some kind of repercussions, hopefully not a concussion)
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Greg : Congratulations, you're a natural and have graduated from the Keogh school of driving with top marks.
Now, if you gots a stump, Pick some damned limbs so we can fade to a long rest. Feel free to mix and match. The names are probably clues to something but I forgot what.
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So I'll cruise through this and get to a long rest as instructed
to the boys I'll take the Popov left leg - ten coppers you say? - for that kind of money I expect a discount on installation. I'll give you twelve, installed.
Then Greg will go to Waelver's, pay his debt, tell him what ******** the Thelorn's are, and get a tune-up. Second best my ass, my man, those posers have worse social skills than your ex-apprentice. To speed things up, can we say it's 5gp for repairing whatever he did during the epic crash and optimizing his wheels for mismatched rear leg propulsion and drifting, along with the 20 I already deleted to cover debt. Oh, and lifestyle expenses, Greg will spend 2gp and be comfortable, well fed and warm
And TBK, remember to add 50gp to your sheet, I took it off mine
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