Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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"How much for the ring of the grammarian? I'm really interested in that."
Banzo eyes go wide when he looks at the ring and his eyes dilate.
" Make me an offer."
"A thousand gold!"
Banzo waits to see what she thinks of that offer;
1. if she accepts... Great!
2. if not, then Banzo will add his Spellguard Shield to the offer.
" Tempting.....would you like to sweeten the.....oh, yes..what an interesting enchantment on this shield."
" The ring is yours.....time for me to pay our tab at the vintners......and perhaps shop some of those more fragrant oils."
" Would you object if I took a small scraping from your shell, turtle shell is a component in a number of spells and I'd be interested to see if there were any different effects from using the shell of one of your folk."
Zeltheris gestures at the wand, "And what would you ask for this?"
" Lionel valued it at 3,000.....but we've no real use for it and The Heroes of Chalice are valuable friends to have."
" 2,000........perhaps 1,000 if you have anything interesting to add to the deal?"
She smiled and summoned two glasses of chilled cider for her two guests and a mimosa for herself.
" Cheers."
Zeltheris lets loose a deep sigh, "I'm afraid I have no trinkets such as my friend to offer, though I could, perhaps, allow you to examine this summoning jewel I possess, but I would need it back. Or a replacement if you feel further study could help you replicate them. I could, however, spread your name, famous though it may already be, alongside those of the Heroes, spreading it further and ensuring the common folk know what you do for the sake of this land benefits them as well."
Madame Girior smiled benevolently as she sipped her mimosa, " The jewel will make a nice project for Algernon.......though I can't promise much likelihood of results in the short term. Feel free to mention the Tower in your songs but I've little interest in hearing my name spread further than it has."
" We have made some minor inroads into the Truestone research.......but we got a bit waylaid because Gideon was traded a lovely selection of mushrooms that were surprisingly pleasant in their effects."
" Shall we just say if you find anything of interest in the future we would be appreciative of having first opportunity to inspect."
" Fine, 1,000. Your lucky your pretty."
Zeltheris gives a wide grin and hands over the coin, "We pretties must look out for one another. It was a pleasure meeting you, but I'm afraid my ballad needs some work and I will need all my rest for the upcoming bardic competition."
" Well, good luck! Rumour has it there's some excellent competitors this year."
"Thank you! Thank you so much."
Banzo accepts the chilled cider and takes a drink from the glass.
"Some scrapings from my... shell? Well... I guess that would be ok. But not too much, this has to last me a lifetime."
Banzo offer a weak laugh not sure how to feel about being caught off guard with this odd request concerning his shell and making a half-joke to cover any insecurities he might feel.
"He, he."
He counts out 970 gold and 3 platinum, and hands over the spellguard shield.
( Ok, looks like everyones sorted equipment wise. We'll move on to the competition and if the others would like to share their discussion on your various options.)
((Competitiooon ))
Two Days Later......
The Annual Chalice Arts and Culture Festival is in full swing with the Market Square full of stalls, buskers and poets. Within the Lion Inn authors from Chalice and surrounding towns and villages sign copies of their latest writings or pen short pieces for their more avid fans.....though one of the most awaited writers has apparently not materialized....
The town hall has been opened to the public and the musical and vocal performers are backstage as the crowd fills the hall or gathers outside to watch on large illusory screens supplied by The Tower.
Zeltheris is backstage ( with any wishing to accompany him) as the first competitor takes their place:-
- Hailing from Port Blacksand KURAKIL is a Troll-Metal band led by the Doragar, KillTuck SoulShatter ( aka Dorian Splat) their rather haphazard rendition of the Hail Vermistra receiving polite applause and some moderate head-banging from a group of young Man-Orcs.
- Next up is Jemima Puddle, a local woman in her later years with eyes of flint and a wardrobe constructed entirely of pink taffeta. She sings a rather beautiful rendition of ' The Wares of Kaypong' which meets with many smiles and strong applause.
- There are two more acts before Zeltheris he has about 10 minutes to prepare....
Brocc stands nearby, his spider-mount back in his chamber and not close by just now. He looks to Zeltheris as the acts before his are called. "Ye ready for this?" Brocc asks. "Not sure if I should wish ye luck or tell ye to break a leg... Which do ye prefer?"
Garet waits in the town hall chamber opting not to be backstage with Zeltheris he has heard tales whilst in Blacksand that those artistic types can get uptight prior to a performance and Garet wanted his comrade to have the best possible chance.
Thankfully his time in Blacksand had given him advanced warning about the so called music of Kurakil and the straw he had put in his ears saved him from the majority of the so called performance.
The next performance wasn't much better Jemima Puddle put Garet in mind of a Salamonis marshmallow and the sugary nature of the song left a bitter taste with Garet.
Part of Garet hoped the remaining acts were better but the majority hoped they are worse so that Zeltheris could claim the prize.
Zeltheris smiled easily as he ensured his lute was well tuned, "It's a performance, not a play, I'll take the luck, please and thank you!"
Having taken care of his arcane studies for now Banzo will take some time to relax and enjoy the festival, so he will be in attendance with the others and wish Zeltheris luck.
"Good luck, Zeltheris! You know what they say 'Bad luck in business, good luck in entertainment!'"
Enwynn takes a break from reading about demons, talking to horses, constantly snacking, shopping for components and wandering about town to attend the contest that Zeltheris has been diligently practicing for.
Surprisingly, she seems to share the opinion of the man orcs on the first act, nodding enthusiastically along with the wild rhythm.
Enwynn's opinion of the second act is expressed as "That one would make a fine wardancer. Voice of a celestial being, but eyes of a warrior and the wardrobe of a flamingo."
She considers if offering the loan of her luck charm would be seen as insulting or not, and settles on being tactless rather than thoughtless.
"If you desire fortune, Zeltheris, then perhaps I can lend you my lucky charm for a little while?" the elf offers "I am no musician, despite the reputation of my people, but it has helped me before while performing to a most unforgiving audience."
Zeltheris politely passes, "I appreciate the offer, but I will pass. Besides, you may need it out there in the crowd, pickpockets can be rampant in such situations."