As you approach the docks there are a few warehouses for goods and a building that resembles a giant barrel with no sign. You can see smoke puffing its way out of the smoke stack. As you approach you hear the ringing of hammer blows and the smell of newly heated steel hanging heavy in the cold air.
Once inside you see an organizes smithy with walls covered in a variety of weapons and an elf hammering away at a glowing hot piece of metal. He is shirtless while wearing an apron and there is a layer of sweat beading its way across his muscled skin. He does not even bother to look at the group once they enter.
“Excuse me?” Roxaria attempts to speak above the clanging metal being forged, “Can I get a moment of your time? We have a question that maybe you can answer for us!”
If Rox is unable to get anyone’s attention she signals to Vauthok and Kha. Hopefully, they can get someone’s attention.
Overhearing the conversation, Reginald flinches a little. "Floating books... hmmm... that will have to be a conversation for another time."
He then speaks up, "Well Trem, I am in agreement with you. Once we determine that the dagger is safe with no hidden secrets, it's probably best if you were to use it.'"
As he reaches the location of the smithy he says to the others in a low voice, "Thank you for the warning about the smith, Roxaria, I'll be careful with my words."
Vauthok laughs at Trem’s antics and honestly couldn’t help but agree. It was just a dagger. How could that little thing do anything other than stab people? “Do not worry, little ice sickle, Trem is going to stick you with this dagger and you will feel all better..” The giant somehow doubted the afflicted would be lining up for the cure if that was the case.
The barbarian’s laughter was cut short when Roxaria’s fingers touched lightly across the scar, electricity igniting with each brush of her finger tips. Generally Vauthok reacted harshly when someone invaded his space but this was different. So much different. He gave a light smile that didn’t quiet reach his eyes and enjoyed the touch for a moment longer before taking her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze and releasing it. “I didn’t venture from the Cyrios by choice..” The scar seemed burn lightly as the memories came to the surface.
“I was ambushed.. The only way Ilaman could stand against me.” Vauthok spoke cryptically but stuck his tongue out suddenly to reveal it’s solid black color and the obvious scar where it was attached to viable pink flesh. “Cut my tongue out before kicking me from the cliffs. If I survived he didn’t want me to be able spread word of his deceit. The herd’s reaction would be.... harsh.” He looked down at Roxaria sadly for only a moment before masking it with a jovial smile. “I lived and got a new tongue. It doesn’t work all the time but it gets the job done. As for Ilaman, I’ll go back one day.. And he wont be fit for a crag cat to feast on once I’m done with him..”
Roxaria trembled as the goliath squeezed her hand gently. To think that hands that big and strong could be so gentle as well. She listens to his story and nods empathetically.
“I cannot fathom the pain you endured, Vauthok. I am glad that you survived and are here with us, though. I hope that one day you are able to return to your herd after removing Ilman from his position. But, for now, I’d like you to stay longer.”
“I’m in no rush.. You lowlanders are easy to get attached to.” Some more than others. Vauthok let out a impressed whistle as he looked around the forge. This guy could probably spit out a seriously awesome sword or ten. “HEYYYY!!!” The barbarian roared at the top of his lungs. There. No way the blacksmith didn’t hear that over his hammer and anvil. Vauthok was good at only a handful of things. Two of those being violence and a propensity of being the loudest person in the room.
Not this again! It's just a pretty dagger that stabs slightly better. Give it to me! I'm the one using daggers!
Agreeing with Reginald, Eline rests a calming hand on the elven rogue's chest. "It's okay, Trem," her voice is reassuring, "we'll get you that dagger before it's all said and done, just watch! In no time, it'll be yours, and all will be none the wiser for it. Just wait a little longer--a little more patience."
She flashes him a brilliant, reassuring smile. "You have my word: I'll help get it for you after all this is said and done."
"Rightfully and legally, of course," she adds with a wink.
Eline blushes. No, not an embarrassed blush in the face, but a full-body, tingly blush that runs from her head to her toes. She...she wasn't quite expecting that. Not in the least. Did...did he just...kiss her?
She can feel the deep redness crawling up her neck to her ears. At first, she is speechless. No one has ever done that to her before, outside her mother's affections, let alone a handsome male elven rogue.
She slowly turns to him, looking him in the eye with her emerald green eyes, and a green glow passes across hers.
"Hey there...," she says, an embarrassed but delighted smile on her face.
The elf pauses after hearing Vauthok's yells. He then lifts up the hot metal and quenches it in a nearby water barrel. Releasing a loud hiss and a plume of white steam. He briskly walks to the counter and places his hammer on it with a loud thud.
Lathis looks at the party with a stern expression "Oy who called me a wannabe dwarf?"
The elf pauses after hearing Vauthok's yells. He then lifts up the hot metal and quenches it in a nearby water barrel. Releasing a loud hiss and a plume of white steam. He briskly walks to the counter and places his hammer on it with a loud thud.
Lathis looks at the party with a stern expression "Oy who called me a wannabe dwarf?"
Roxaria speaks back in elvish, “My compatriot, Trem, over there did; however, I do not believe he was meaning anything by it. We were merely trying to get your attention. Unfortunately, his tactfulness is lacking.” She returns to common so the rest of the party can understand, “We’d like you to take a look at a dagger to see if there is anything special about it.” Roxaria motions to Reginald. “In particular, if you can do so without damaging or destroying it, that would be preferred. It is quite ornate in origin and we know it has a history to it.”
The young gnome rubs his brow with the fore and middle finger of his left hand, sighs softly, realizing that any plans of handling the smith with delicacy has just been "thrown out with the wash water." He brings out the dagger and presents to the smith.
Following Rozaria's lead, he presses forward with, "Please excuse my brash comrades, good sir. We have been tasked by Master Aldatar to investigate the strange occurrences happening lately", He presses on, "We are here to have this dagger examined. It was once the property of Urgon Wenth,", Reginald pauses, remembering the name of the trader who had it next, "then passed into the hands Tulgi Lutan. We are trying to determine if it has any secret compartments in it. When we asked around for the "best" person to examine it, your name popped up."
Though he doesn't believe this pursuit regarding the dagger will pan out, Kha follows along to the smith hopefully putting this matter of the dager behind them and to ease Roxaria's wild musings. The orc stands near the back of the group, and watches curiously the interaction between Trem and Eline. Hmph. This one seems to have a way to charm everyone.
Kha thinks maybe his previous sentiment regarding the wood may have been off as the blacksmith seems to be not too pleased with what Trem said. He stoops down to whisper something to the elf. "Maybe don't piss off people we're trying to get information from. Roxy said this one can be a bit grumpy."
Lathis takes the dagger and starts scrutinizing it. He feels the weight in his hands and brings the dagger to his workshop desk. The desk is lined by a number of more delicate looking tools. He puts on a glass monocle and takes a few thin tools to exam the markings on the dagger. A moment later a tiny ringing noise is heard and he looks with a triumphant look.
he returns to the counter and lays the dagger down. "This is a magical +1 dagger of good make and there is a second just like this one out their somewhere." He places the monocle over the daggers hilt to reveal tiny markings easily missed under the naked eye. "Ya see these markings, its Aeorin in origin and it says ores found twins are forged."He takes a tiny mallet and hits it against the blade where it gives off a crystalline ring. "This blade creates a unique sound, one matched by its twin I wager. There are no other unique qualities besides the ones I spoke of."
Vauthok lets the others do their part and shifts over to where Kha stands. Diplomacy. Negotiations. Yuck. Definitely not this Goliath’s preferred cup of mead. He elbows his orc companion to get his attention, “Two horns of dwarven stout says that blacksmith could kick Trem’s ass.” It was joke, of course. Well sort of. For all Vauthok knew that elf could mop the floor with each one of them. A savage desire to find out rumbled it’s way through his being but he stifled it the best he could.
Kha seemed to know his stuff so it was only reasonable to ask. “You think there’s anything to this dagger?” Vauthok couldn’t bring himself to accept the possibility that this little knife could actually be the key to everything. That was entirely too convenient.
As you approach the docks there are a few warehouses for goods and a building that resembles a giant barrel with no sign. You can see smoke puffing its way out of the smoke stack. As you approach you hear the ringing of hammer blows and the smell of newly heated steel hanging heavy in the cold air.
Once inside you see an organizes smithy with walls covered in a variety of weapons and an elf hammering away at a glowing hot piece of metal. He is shirtless while wearing an apron and there is a layer of sweat beading its way across his muscled skin. He does not even bother to look at the group once they enter.
“Excuse me?” Roxaria attempts to speak above the clanging metal being forged, “Can I get a moment of your time? We have a question that maybe you can answer for us!”
If Rox is unable to get anyone’s attention she signals to Vauthok and Kha. Hopefully, they can get someone’s attention.
Overhearing the conversation, Reginald flinches a little. "Floating books... hmmm... that will have to be a conversation for another time."
He then speaks up, "Well Trem, I am in agreement with you. Once we determine that the dagger is safe with no hidden secrets, it's probably best if you were to use it.'"
As he reaches the location of the smithy he says to the others in a low voice, "Thank you for the warning about the smith, Roxaria, I'll be careful with my words."
Cats go Moo!
In a low voice Trem answers Reginald:
Thanks bud! Let me know if you see anything you like here. Maybe I can "arrange" something for you.
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
Vauthok laughs at Trem’s antics and honestly couldn’t help but agree. It was just a dagger. How could that little thing do anything other than stab people? “Do not worry, little ice sickle, Trem is going to stick you with this dagger and you will feel all better..” The giant somehow doubted the afflicted would be lining up for the cure if that was the case.
The barbarian’s laughter was cut short when Roxaria’s fingers touched lightly across the scar, electricity igniting with each brush of her finger tips. Generally Vauthok reacted harshly when someone invaded his space but this was different. So much different. He gave a light smile that didn’t quiet reach his eyes and enjoyed the touch for a moment longer before taking her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze and releasing it. “I didn’t venture from the Cyrios by choice..” The scar seemed burn lightly as the memories came to the surface.
“I was ambushed.. The only way Ilaman could stand against me.” Vauthok spoke cryptically but stuck his tongue out suddenly to reveal it’s solid black color and the obvious scar where it was attached to viable pink flesh. “Cut my tongue out before kicking me from the cliffs. If I survived he didn’t want me to be able spread word of his deceit. The herd’s reaction would be.... harsh.” He looked down at Roxaria sadly for only a moment before masking it with a jovial smile. “I lived and got a new tongue. It doesn’t work all the time but it gets the job done. As for Ilaman, I’ll go back one day.. And he wont be fit for a crag cat to feast on once I’m done with him..”
Roxaria trembled as the goliath squeezed her hand gently. To think that hands that big and strong could be so gentle as well. She listens to his story and nods empathetically.
“I cannot fathom the pain you endured, Vauthok. I am glad that you survived and are here with us, though. I hope that one day you are able to return to your herd after removing Ilman from his position. But, for now, I’d like you to stay longer.”
She turns to the smithy, “Excuse me! Hello?”
“I’m in no rush.. You lowlanders are easy to get attached to.” Some more than others. Vauthok let out a impressed whistle as he looked around the forge. This guy could probably spit out a seriously awesome sword or ten. “HEYYYY!!!” The barbarian roared at the top of his lungs. There. No way the blacksmith didn’t hear that over his hammer and anvil. Vauthok was good at only a handful of things. Two of those being violence and a propensity of being the loudest person in the room.
Trem yells in Elvish:
If you don't want their froggin gold just say it! You wannabe Dwarf!
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
Agreeing with Reginald, Eline rests a calming hand on the elven rogue's chest. "It's okay, Trem," her voice is reassuring, "we'll get you that dagger before it's all said and done, just watch! In no time, it'll be yours, and all will be none the wiser for it. Just wait a little longer--a little more patience."
She flashes him a brilliant, reassuring smile. "You have my word: I'll help get it for you after all this is said and done."
"Rightfully and legally, of course," she adds with a wink.
That's my girl! Trem thinks, a happy smile crossing his face.
He gives her a little kiss... just a peck...
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
(OOC: Oof! Ship is setting sail! Hehe!)
Eline blushes. No, not an embarrassed blush in the face, but a full-body, tingly blush that runs from her head to her toes. She...she wasn't quite expecting that. Not in the least. Did...did he just...kiss her?
She can feel the deep redness crawling up her neck to her ears. At first, she is speechless. No one has ever done that to her before, outside her mother's affections, let alone a handsome male elven rogue.
She slowly turns to him, looking him in the eye with her emerald green eyes, and a green glow passes across hers.
"Hey there...," she says, an embarrassed but delighted smile on her face.
The elf pauses after hearing Vauthok's yells. He then lifts up the hot metal and quenches it in a nearby water barrel. Releasing a loud hiss and a plume of white steam. He briskly walks to the counter and places his hammer on it with a loud thud.
Lathis looks at the party with a stern expression "Oy who called me a wannabe dwarf?"
Trem points to the Goliath, hoping Vauthok doesn't see it but the Elf does.
Sleight of Hand check I guess? 25
He turns to Eline, a bit red-faced
That uhm... errr... hi! Hehe... uhm...
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
Roxaria speaks back in elvish, “My compatriot, Trem, over there did; however, I do not believe he was meaning anything by it. We were merely trying to get your attention. Unfortunately, his tactfulness is lacking.” She returns to common so the rest of the party can understand, “We’d like you to take a look at a dagger to see if there is anything special about it.” Roxaria motions to Reginald. “In particular, if you can do so without damaging or destroying it, that would be preferred. It is quite ornate in origin and we know it has a history to it.”
The young gnome rubs his brow with the fore and middle finger of his left hand, sighs softly, realizing that any plans of handling the smith with delicacy has just been "thrown out with the wash water." He brings out the dagger and presents to the smith.
Following Rozaria's lead, he presses forward with, "Please excuse my brash comrades, good sir. We have been tasked by Master Aldatar to investigate the strange occurrences happening lately", He presses on, "We are here to have this dagger examined. It was once the property of Urgon Wenth,", Reginald pauses, remembering the name of the trader who had it next, "then passed into the hands Tulgi Lutan. We are trying to determine if it has any secret compartments in it. When we asked around for the "best" person to examine it, your name popped up."
Cats go Moo!
Lathis glares at Trem. "My craftsmanship stands on its own. I need not copy dwarves" he looks to Reginald "Give me the blade"
Trem doesn't notice anyone talking. He's lost in Eline's eyes.
<OOC: well, I wasted a good roll for nothing>
Player: Any Good Alignment // DM: Lawful Evil
Though he doesn't believe this pursuit regarding the dagger will pan out, Kha follows along to the smith hopefully putting this matter of the dager behind them and to ease Roxaria's wild musings. The orc stands near the back of the group, and watches curiously the interaction between Trem and Eline. Hmph. This one seems to have a way to charm everyone.
Kha thinks maybe his previous sentiment regarding the wood may have been off as the blacksmith seems to be not too pleased with what Trem said. He stoops down to whisper something to the elf. "Maybe don't piss off people we're trying to get information from. Roxy said this one can be a bit grumpy."
Lathis takes the dagger and starts scrutinizing it. He feels the weight in his hands and brings the dagger to his workshop desk. The desk is lined by a number of more delicate looking tools. He puts on a glass monocle and takes a few thin tools to exam the markings on the dagger. A moment later a tiny ringing noise is heard and he looks with a triumphant look.
he returns to the counter and lays the dagger down. "This is a magical +1 dagger of good make and there is a second just like this one out their somewhere." He places the monocle over the daggers hilt to reveal tiny markings easily missed under the naked eye. "Ya see these markings, its Aeorin in origin and it says ores found twins are forged." He takes a tiny mallet and hits it against the blade where it gives off a crystalline ring. "This blade creates a unique sound, one matched by its twin I wager. There are no other unique qualities besides the ones I spoke of."
Vauthok lets the others do their part and shifts over to where Kha stands. Diplomacy. Negotiations. Yuck. Definitely not this Goliath’s preferred cup of mead. He elbows his orc companion to get his attention, “Two horns of dwarven stout says that blacksmith could kick Trem’s ass.” It was joke, of course. Well sort of. For all Vauthok knew that elf could mop the floor with each one of them. A savage desire to find out rumbled it’s way through his being but he stifled it the best he could.
Kha seemed to know his stuff so it was only reasonable to ask. “You think there’s anything to this dagger?” Vauthok couldn’t bring himself to accept the possibility that this little knife could actually be the key to everything. That was entirely too convenient.