Reginald eyes Roxaria in her new coat, nods and says, "Looks great!" then continues with "Cantankerous, you say?" The gnome considers the situation for a moment.
"Thanks for the warning. I'll approach my conversation with caution when speaking with him." Upon seeing Eline rush in and ask her question of the bartender, he adds "Perhaps Eline would like to show off her new coat and leggings around town... and she's the one who thought of the alchemical possibility, she may be of help when I speak to the smith."
Reginald sits back and waits for Eline to change before asking her if she wants to come with him on his errand.
Kha shrugs, not begrudging the shopkeeper in the slightest, then turns to find a pair of boots as well. He plops down four gold coins down for his purchases.
The orc begins to change into his new boots and glances up to Trem."Well, I guess it's much quieter than most other types." He then holds out his arm and shakes it, causing the chainmail that he wears to jingle.
The orc stares blankly at Trem. He silently mouths the reply again and pauses to ponder the meaning of the statement. A slight chuckle begins like a slow boil before Kha eventually erupts into deep bellowing guffaw.
Arl looks at Eline and says "Oh sure, you can use the same bedroom from last night to change"
Wrenith shakes her head "Sorry I don't have any studded leather armor. Maybe check back later. I am expecting a trader to come soon" She scoops up the coins and waves farewell as the party members leave her store.
Eline races to the room and kicking off her normal boots, and leggings, she quickly dresses in the warmer clothes. Fitting the hat on her head, she adjusts her hair some, and stuffing her other clothes into her pack, she exits the room.
Her new leggings, though warm, are form-fitting and snug. Her new coat seems to blanket her in warmth and coziness, and she feels kind of cute in the hat. The mittens fell almost pillow-like around her fingers. Stepping out she comes up to Reginald, Roxaria, and Vauthok. "Hi guys! I'll tell you what: this get-up is a far cry above what I've been wearing, that's for sure! Gods, I think I can actually conquer the cold in this!"
Vauthok attacked his plate of food with a ferocity usually only reserved for his enemies, only stopping to wash it down his throat with gulps of mead that most would consider a cup’s worth. He coughed slightly and wiped his mouth with rag before turning towards Roxaria after she had made her presence known. ‘Do not stare..’ The giant warned himself as the elf spun around to show off her new clothing.
”My father once told me that the prettier meant the more dangerous.” Vauthok chuckled and took another deep drink of his mead. “Now I can see he was right. Pretty and very dangerous.” He continued to laugh to himself and pushed over another tankard and a half full pitcher of mead.
“May not be a bad idea to see what this weapon smith has.. I never turn down a good blade.”
Eline notices Roxi in her new get-up as well. "Well look at you! You seem quite warm in those! They fit you well, too! So, I was wondering..." she pauses, nodding over to Reginald. "May the two of us borrow that dagger? Have a second look at it? I got the strange impression that there was some alchemy involved with this sickness, and I wonder if we could study this thing a little more, we could glean SOMEthing from it. Would you let us borrow it again?"
Roxaria marvels at Eline’s outfit, “You look adorable, Eline! I love the leggings, especially!” She then leans into Vauthok, “That’s a compliment I’ll definitely take!”
She looks to Reginald and nods, “The weapon smith sounds like a good idea first. I want to hear Trem’s plan for dealing with Hulil in case diplomacy fails. 12 bandits are a lot to handle, though I think it can be done with some planning.”
"Awesome! I'll go talk to him," Eline says, and bounds over to where Reginald is. "Hi there, Reginald! I hear you got to take a look at that dagger. Find anything interesting?"
Reginald gets up from his seat and responds "Nothing besides the basics, but I figured it would be best to have a professional look at it before we close the book on it. He may know more about the history of such an item or find any secret compartments we aren't able to figure out... at the very least he'll make sure it is in perfect condition. " He finishes with a grin.
"Let us be off! Hopefully we'll have some time to check out some other interesting places in town before we gather together this evening to make our final plans. Perhaps I'll think of something we'll need for our mission before we head back." he says heading out the Inn's door.
Roxaria is still uncertain about the dagger and, as promised, follows Reginald to the smithy to watch over him and ensure the dagger does not fall into the wrong hands.
The sound of orcish laughter can be heard by those inside the Jolly Dwarf. The door opens revealing Trem and Kha returning from the general store.
"You know, Trem, you might make traveling in this damned cold somewhat bearable."He gives the elf a firm slap on the back. "I'll buy you a drink for helping to lifting my spirits." Kha spots the others and makes his way to the table.
"Thanks again, for the complement, Roxaria! You look fashionable and cute, too!" With that, the two women follow after Reginald to the blacksmith's shop. Along the way, Eline picks Reginald's brain on various magical subjects such as the practical uses for an arcane focus, and magically induced plagues.
As they near the shop, Elaine addresses both Roxi and Reginald. "Guys, I know I discerned something alchemical about that freezing sickness, but...I haven't been able to fully put my finger on what it could be. I wonder if there's an alchemist's shop or lab somewhere nearby. But then again, what am I saying! That's why we're going here in the first place! I hope the blacksmith can find something out for us yet!"
Roxaria ponders Eline’s words a moment, “I’ll be honest, I know very little about magic other than what my father has taught me before he went into business running a tavern and inn. The alchemy stuff is above my knowldege. That definitely sounds like maybe a dwarven expertise. I agree that I hope this smithy can determine something and without damaging or destroying that nice dagger.”
Then, curiously , “Eline, how long have you been studying magic and at what academy?”
Eline pauses, thinking back to her studies under her mother. Everything she learned, she learned from her mother. She can hardly contain her emotions. She was under her mother's tutelege for most of her younger years as an adept magic user. She was...
"My...mother. She taught me everything I know. I never had any formal schooling, just what she taught me. The rest is self-taught, for seven years ago..."
Eline grips her hand into a fist. "He killed her."
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Reginald eyes Roxaria in her new coat, nods and says, "Looks great!" then continues with "Cantankerous, you say?" The gnome considers the situation for a moment.
"Thanks for the warning. I'll approach my conversation with caution when speaking with him." Upon seeing Eline rush in and ask her question of the bartender, he adds "Perhaps Eline would like to show off her new coat and leggings around town... and she's the one who thought of the alchemical possibility, she may be of help when I speak to the smith."
Reginald sits back and waits for Eline to change before asking her if she wants to come with him on his errand.
Cats go Moo!
Say Kha, do you know why stealthy rogues like leather armor so much?
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
Kha shrugs, not begrudging the shopkeeper in the slightest, then turns to find a pair of boots as well. He plops down four gold coins down for his purchases.
The orc begins to change into his new boots and glances up to Trem. "Well, I guess it's much quieter than most other types." He then holds out his arm and shakes it, causing the chainmail that he wears to jingle.
Because it's HIDE!
<<OOC: Saute_Monkey takes 1d4 psychic dmg>>
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
(OOC: lol, bruh)
The orc stares blankly at Trem. He silently mouths the reply again and pauses to ponder the meaning of the statement. A slight chuckle begins like a slow boil before Kha eventually erupts into deep bellowing guffaw.
"Because it's hide!! That's a good one!"
Trem will tell Kha bad jokes all the way back to the Inn.
So there's this Paladin...
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
Arl looks at Eline and says "Oh sure, you can use the same bedroom from last night to change"
Wrenith shakes her head "Sorry I don't have any studded leather armor. Maybe check back later. I am expecting a trader to come soon" She scoops up the coins and waves farewell as the party members leave her store.
Eline races to the room and kicking off her normal boots, and leggings, she quickly dresses in the warmer clothes. Fitting the hat on her head, she adjusts her hair some, and stuffing her other clothes into her pack, she exits the room.
Her new leggings, though warm, are form-fitting and snug. Her new coat seems to blanket her in warmth and coziness, and she feels kind of cute in the hat. The mittens fell almost pillow-like around her fingers. Stepping out she comes up to Reginald, Roxaria, and Vauthok. "Hi guys! I'll tell you what: this get-up is a far cry above what I've been wearing, that's for sure! Gods, I think I can actually conquer the cold in this!"
"Anyway, what now?"
Vauthok attacked his plate of food with a ferocity usually only reserved for his enemies, only stopping to wash it down his throat with gulps of mead that most would consider a cup’s worth. He coughed slightly and wiped his mouth with rag before turning towards Roxaria after she had made her presence known. ‘Do not stare..’ The giant warned himself as the elf spun around to show off her new clothing.
”My father once told me that the prettier meant the more dangerous.” Vauthok chuckled and took another deep drink of his mead. “Now I can see he was right. Pretty and very dangerous.” He continued to laugh to himself and pushed over another tankard and a half full pitcher of mead.
“May not be a bad idea to see what this weapon smith has.. I never turn down a good blade.”
Eline notices Roxi in her new get-up as well. "Well look at you! You seem quite warm in those! They fit you well, too! So, I was wondering..." she pauses, nodding over to Reginald. "May the two of us borrow that dagger? Have a second look at it? I got the strange impression that there was some alchemy involved with this sickness, and I wonder if we could study this thing a little more, we could glean SOMEthing from it. Would you let us borrow it again?"
Roxaria marvels at Eline’s outfit, “You look adorable, Eline! I love the leggings, especially!” She then leans into Vauthok, “That’s a compliment I’ll definitely take!”
She looks to Reginald and nods, “The weapon smith sounds like a good idea first. I want to hear Trem’s plan for dealing with Hulil in case diplomacy fails. 12 bandits are a lot to handle, though I think it can be done with some planning.”
“Oh! Absolutely! I gave it to Reginald earlier at the Town Hall. He has such a passionate fascination with the history attached to it!”
"Awesome! I'll go talk to him," Eline says, and bounds over to where Reginald is. "Hi there, Reginald! I hear you got to take a look at that dagger. Find anything interesting?"
Reginald gets up from his seat and responds "Nothing besides the basics, but I figured it would be best to have a professional look at it before we close the book on it. He may know more about the history of such an item or find any secret compartments we aren't able to figure out... at the very least he'll make sure it is in perfect condition. " He finishes with a grin.
"Let us be off! Hopefully we'll have some time to check out some other interesting places in town before we gather together this evening to make our final plans. Perhaps I'll think of something we'll need for our mission before we head back." he says heading out the Inn's door.
Cats go Moo!
Roxaria is still uncertain about the dagger and, as promised, follows Reginald to the smithy to watch over him and ensure the dagger does not fall into the wrong hands.
The sound of orcish laughter can be heard by those inside the Jolly Dwarf. The door opens revealing Trem and Kha returning from the general store.
"You know, Trem, you might make traveling in this damned cold somewhat bearable." He gives the elf a firm slap on the back. "I'll buy you a drink for helping to lifting my spirits." Kha spots the others and makes his way to the table.
"Thanks again, for the complement, Roxaria! You look fashionable and cute, too!" With that, the two women follow after Reginald to the blacksmith's shop. Along the way, Eline picks Reginald's brain on various magical subjects such as the practical uses for an arcane focus, and magically induced plagues.
As they near the shop, Elaine addresses both Roxi and Reginald. "Guys, I know I discerned something alchemical about that freezing sickness, but...I haven't been able to fully put my finger on what it could be. I wonder if there's an alchemist's shop or lab somewhere nearby. But then again, what am I saying! That's why we're going here in the first place! I hope the blacksmith can find something out for us yet!"
Roxaria ponders Eline’s words a moment, “I’ll be honest, I know very little about magic other than what my father has taught me before he went into business running a tavern and inn. The alchemy stuff is above my knowldege. That definitely sounds like maybe a dwarven expertise. I agree that I hope this smithy can determine something and without damaging or destroying that nice dagger.”
Then, curiously , “Eline, how long have you been studying magic and at what academy?”
Eline pauses, thinking back to her studies under her mother. Everything she learned, she learned from her mother. She can hardly contain her emotions. She was under her mother's tutelege for most of her younger years as an adept magic user. She was...
"My...mother. She taught me everything I know. I never had any formal schooling, just what she taught me. The rest is self-taught, for seven years ago..."
Eline grips her hand into a fist. "He killed her."