As you scan the busy shop, you notice a human woman whose son you healed a few weeks ago. She is stroking a piece of deep purple fabric longingly, but as soon as she meets your eyes she hurriedly puts it away, almost embarrassed. Her son at her feet notices you as well, and waves hello, a lot more cheerful than he was when you were treating his broken arm.
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Currently playing as Titaani Leelathae in The Wild beyond the Witchlight
Three, the inscriptions on the scythe ring a bell. As a member of the Pharoah's assassins, you would have been made to learn about the religion of Aldhahab. You quite easily recall the story of Osiris's death - how the god of discord and destruction, Set, trapped his brother in a sarcophagus out of jealousy, and threw him into the river to rot. But the goddess Isis found the body, for a great tree had grown around where it was buried in the mud. In fury, Set fashioned a scythe out of his pure rage and used it to cut Osiris up into many parts.
Even though it is unlikely, this could very well be that scythe - or perhaps a replica made by a follower of Set to honour him. You also, with your sharp investigative mind, quickly realise that if this item was indeed the one in the legends, it would carry a curse. This is because it was used against a god, and not just any god, but a kindhearted, good aligned one at that.
Even though Three's face is a deep shade of crimson, you can see his face go pale. He mutters under his breath, as if in disbelief, "axra min kida mafiiš." Then, with a louder voice, he announces: "I will gladly take on this quest. Thank you for your time." And with that, he leaves the tent.
Rohar takes the 10 gp from Three, hands them to the Satyr and gets the horn. "Wow, this is so cool, can't wait to use it. Thanks Three... "
She hears him say loudly that he will take the quest and runs out.. Rohar follows him outside trying to slow him down, she doesn't want to be alone in this crowd and he is the only one around her she knows (kinda).. "Three, wait, Three.. where you going? I still need to find some supplies and rations."
Looking down at her clothes, she adds.. "And maybe some non-slave clothing... Three... "
(OOC: Added the 10gp from Three, then subtracted the 45 for the horn)
Three, still walking forward quickly toward the giant crocodile, glances back at Rohar, and says "We're in way over our heads. We need to go back to the queen, and tell her what's going on."
Gnash looks up to see Three quickly making a path through the crowd towards him with a distressed looking Rohar in tow. Mumbling under his breath, “Oh no, what has he…”
As they move closer Gnash is able to discern their expressions more clearly. The distressed look on the Tiefling's normally nonchalant face sends a chill down his spine.
He looks down at the Tiefling with a skeptical eye and says, “we are citizens of Aldhabab, we are blessed every day by the workings of the Gods.”
Still, this is the most earnestly with which Three has engaged him to this point. He leans in and continues in a lower volume, “what do you mean exactly when you say “tangling with the Gods?” and why is it a threat to our Queen?”
'Just the bandages will do fine.' I told the merchant when I put down the fifth coin. I hesitated for a moment and pointed at the strange words carved in the lid of the box. 'What does this say?'
"Ah, it says bandages in my home tongue," the bullywug replies, seeming a little surprised that you aren't going to haggle. "We keep them in the box to keep them dry, so you can have that as well. No sense in selling wet bandages, eh?"
(must resist Life of Brian haggling scene... ^^)
I gave the frogman a wry smile. 'Yes, that would be folly.'
I continued putting the coins down on the desk when a queer sensation befell me. The distinctive clinck of the coins hitting each other bewitched me and for the briefest of moments, I stood not in the green-hued shop but a different shop. One tinted in brown with the characteristic smell of wet clay assaulting my nostrils. My hands were wet not with bandages but a grey slick coating my fingertips all the way to the bottom of my wrists. A man stood before me. Though short of stature he was broad of shoulder and the bushy beard combined with a wild mane of hair struck an imposing figure. He was weighing coins in his hand. Hurry up, lad. We're gonna be needin' ...
My mind flashed back to the here and now. I had finished stacking the coins. A neat little pillar of gold was reflected in the bulging eyes of the store clerk as well as in a bubble lazily floating by. I carefully slid the stack over so I could reach with both hands for the box of bandages. I cradled it to my chest like a mother would a newborn.
'Thank you for your services.'I nodded at both frogmen followed by a stiff bow. Figuring it would be in poor taste to disrobe and change bandages in a public show, I opted to leave the establishment for more private quarters and reconvene with the others.
Despite my relative short moment away from the group something must have had transpired for the one named Three had a distressed look about him. Moreover he stood precariously close to Gnash and seemed to whisper something into the crocodile man's ear.
"You stumbled across a relic of legend here in the city?" Gnash glances in disbelief over at the tent Three had emerged from. "Over in that thrift shop?"
His good eye momentarily filled with worry closes as he places his clawed hand over it and releases a tension filled sigh. "By the gods you got me. Are you sure you're not actually the court jester? Why did I even entertain you? Ha! A fabled god killing weapon being sold at the flea market," he says laughing. "I should be mad but honestly I'm just relieved."
"With all do respect Mr. Croc, as I live in the shadows of the world, I know things that you do not, and could not as a religious figure of light.. Either way, the relic was stolen from the shop, and based on some information I have," Three flashes the sheet with the symbols, "I have reason to believe that it is either the fabled scythe, or it is a replica, with nearly as dangerous capabilities."
"Mr...Croc? Now listen here you little sh'wait what's that?" Gnash looks closely at the symbols. "Hmm, a black market for dangerous replicas would be trouble. Even something with a fraction of that power could threaten the stability of the city. Humph," a gust of air blasts out of his snout. "You've done well in finding this. However rather than bring it to the Queen I think it may be best to pursue this ourselves. We were tasked with restoring peace to the city, and this clearly falls under that."
"Alright. We should also notify the others when they return from their shopping. I'm not keen on this knowledge spreading but we can not ask our allies to potentially face dire threats without knowing the full truth."
Rohar was listening to the conversation between three and Gnash, turning her head back and forth as they talked to each other. More and more amazed at every discovery...
"What, a god killing what?... oh".... "Wait tell the queen, no... " "Um excuse me guys... "
She finally gets tired of being ignored and raises her voice just a tad.."Hey, we can not go back to the queen with nothing. NO, that can not happen. What if she changes her mind and decides we aren't able to do this because we had to run back to her..." She gets a little louder. "I will not give up my chance to be free because you are scared. I would rather face a god myself and die before I let that happen. She is really loud now and in their faces, as she feels rage start to take over her emotions. "So you two just man up right now.. We can go to the river still, we can chase down this relic, we can do whatever.. But we are NOT going back like scared uncapable children. You saw the queen when we left, she does not want excuses or quitters, or cowards"
Gnash doesn't recoil from the display of rage but he does reflexively straighten his back at the admonishment. "Erm yes, right. Well said. I assure you I have no intention of backing down or retreating from this threat. However it may be best to discuss this further in a less public location among just our group. Your courage is admirable however shouting a challenge to the Gods themselves may draw us unwanted attention. We don't want to make more trouble for ourselves, and there are many who would see a slave punished for much less than mild blasphemy." Gnash looks the fierce new Rohar over and then with a laugh says, “although I’d like to see them even try.”
Rohar takes the 10 gp from Three, hands them to the Satyr and gets the horn. "Wow, this is so cool, can't wait to use it. Thanks Three... "
She hears him say loudly that he will take the quest and runs out.. Rohar follows him outside trying to slow him down, she doesn't want to be alone in this crowd and he is the only one around her she knows (kinda).. "Three, wait, Three.. where you going? I still need to find some supplies and rations."
Looking down at her clothes, she adds.. "And maybe some non-slave clothing... Three... "
(OOC: Added the 10gp from Three, then subtracted the 45 for the horn)
(You can add a silver horn of Valhalla to your equipment :) )
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"Ah, a new customer. How can I serve such a beautiful young lady?" he says with a bow. "My name is Correni, owner of this establishment. Oh, and you can leave your slave at the door if you wish."
Inside her head: Ugh. Just hearing the word slave... It makes me want to puke. Whoever that dragondude is... I just want to rip his lungs out and eat his- *mental slap* NO DON'T THINK OF THAT! DON'T LOSE YOUR COMPOSURE!!!!
Yurime takes a deep breath and maintains a stoic expression."I'm not really looking for anything fancy, mister. Do you have any robes or cloaks that will cover my body and not make me suspicious out in the open?"She pauses. And glances briefly to the entrance where Khaddim was standing. "And if you don't mind, I'm letting my 'slave' follow me in too. I'm sure he'd like to purchase something as well." She gestures Khaddim to enter as well and turns to him. "Is there anything you'd like or fancy your interest, ummm..." She asked politely as she smiles and (also) forgets his name.
(OOC: forgot to mention, but Khaddim is not wearing tattered clothes, he is wearing a robe (yes, like a monk) that are just a little old, but otherwise in perfect condition)
Khaddim was used to that kind of treatment, but Yurime's comment took him by surprise. Although he immediately realised that she just didn't want to explain the real situation of the two of them, so he decided to play along.
"Thank you for your cosideration Miss Yurime, but I think I am ok with what I'm wearing. I don't want you to spend money on me for something that isn't necessary, maybe something form another tent that could help me in the job that I must do in the coming days." Answered politely with a smile and stayed near Yurime as "her slave" while looking around the shop.
As you scan the busy shop, you notice a human woman whose son you healed a few weeks ago. She is stroking a piece of deep purple fabric longingly, but as soon as she meets your eyes she hurriedly puts it away, almost embarrassed. Her son at her feet notices you as well, and waves hello, a lot more cheerful than he was when you were treating his broken arm.
Pronouns: She/her/her's
Currently playing as Titaani Leelathae in The Wild beyond the Witchlight
Yurime waves back at the two in response whilst giving them a warm smile.
(OOC: I thought I wasn't going to find anything lol)
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Even though Three's face is a deep shade of crimson, you can see his face go pale. He mutters under his breath, as if in disbelief, "axra min kida mafiiš." Then, with a louder voice, he announces: "I will gladly take on this quest. Thank you for your time." And with that, he leaves the tent.
-Archie
Rohar takes the 10 gp from Three, hands them to the Satyr and gets the horn. "Wow, this is so cool, can't wait to use it. Thanks Three... "
She hears him say loudly that he will take the quest and runs out.. Rohar follows him outside trying to slow him down, she doesn't want to be alone in this crowd and he is the only one around her she knows (kinda).. "Three, wait, Three.. where you going? I still need to find some supplies and rations."
Looking down at her clothes, she adds.. "And maybe some non-slave clothing... Three... "
(OOC: Added the 10gp from Three, then subtracted the 45 for the horn)
Three, still walking forward quickly toward the giant crocodile, glances back at Rohar, and says "We're in way over our heads. We need to go back to the queen, and tell her what's going on."
-Archie
Gnash looks up to see Three quickly making a path through the crowd towards him with a distressed looking Rohar in tow. Mumbling under his breath, “Oh no, what has he…”
As they move closer Gnash is able to discern their expressions more clearly. The distressed look on the Tiefling's normally nonchalant face sends a chill down his spine.
When Three reaches Gnash, he whispers "We need to get back to the queen NOW... we're tangling with the gods now."
-Archie
He looks down at the Tiefling with a skeptical eye and says, “we are citizens of Aldhabab, we are blessed every day by the workings of the Gods.”
Still, this is the most earnestly with which Three has engaged him to this point. He leans in and continues in a lower volume, “what do you mean exactly when you say “tangling with the Gods?” and why is it a threat to our Queen?”
(must resist Life of Brian haggling scene... ^^)
I gave the frogman a wry smile. 'Yes, that would be folly.'
I continued putting the coins down on the desk when a queer sensation befell me. The distinctive clinck of the coins hitting each other bewitched me and for the briefest of moments, I stood not in the green-hued shop but a different shop. One tinted in brown with the characteristic smell of wet clay assaulting my nostrils. My hands were wet not with bandages but a grey slick coating my fingertips all the way to the bottom of my wrists. A man stood before me. Though short of stature he was broad of shoulder and the bushy beard combined with a wild mane of hair struck an imposing figure. He was weighing coins in his hand.
Hurry up, lad. We're gonna be needin' ...
My mind flashed back to the here and now. I had finished stacking the coins. A neat little pillar of gold was reflected in the bulging eyes of the store clerk as well as in a bubble lazily floating by. I carefully slid the stack over so I could reach with both hands for the box of bandages. I cradled it to my chest like a mother would a newborn.
'Thank you for your services.' I nodded at both frogmen followed by a stiff bow. Figuring it would be in poor taste to disrobe and change bandages in a public show, I opted to leave the establishment for more private quarters and reconvene with the others.
Despite my relative short moment away from the group something must have had transpired for the one named Three had a distressed look about him. Moreover he stood precariously close to Gnash and seemed to whisper something into the crocodile man's ear.
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"The scythe... I think I found the Osiris's scythe."
-Archie
"You stumbled across a relic of legend here in the city?" Gnash glances in disbelief over at the tent Three had emerged from. "Over in that thrift shop?"
His good eye momentarily filled with worry closes as he places his clawed hand over it and releases a tension filled sigh. "By the gods you got me. Are you sure you're not actually the court jester? Why did I even entertain you? Ha! A fabled god killing weapon being sold at the flea market," he says laughing. "I should be mad but honestly I'm just relieved."
"With all do respect Mr. Croc, as I live in the shadows of the world, I know things that you do not, and could not as a religious figure of light.. Either way, the relic was stolen from the shop, and based on some information I have," Three flashes the sheet with the symbols, "I have reason to believe that it is either the fabled scythe, or it is a replica, with nearly as dangerous capabilities."
-Archie
"Mr...Croc? Now listen here you little sh'wait what's that?" Gnash looks closely at the symbols. "Hmm, a black market for dangerous replicas would be trouble. Even something with a fraction of that power could threaten the stability of the city. Humph," a gust of air blasts out of his snout. "You've done well in finding this. However rather than bring it to the Queen I think it may be best to pursue this ourselves. We were tasked with restoring peace to the city, and this clearly falls under that."
"While that is true, it may also hold the will of the gods. I agree that we should handle this ourselves, but we should at least notify the queen."
-Archie
"Alright. We should also notify the others when they return from their shopping. I'm not keen on this knowledge spreading but we can not ask our allies to potentially face dire threats without knowing the full truth."
"I couldn't agree more."
-Archie
Rohar was listening to the conversation between three and Gnash, turning her head back and forth as they talked to each other. More and more amazed at every discovery...
"What, a god killing what?... oh".... "Wait tell the queen, no... " "Um excuse me guys... "
She finally gets tired of being ignored and raises her voice just a tad.. "Hey, we can not go back to the queen with nothing. NO, that can not happen. What if she changes her mind and decides we aren't able to do this because we had to run back to her..." She gets a little louder. "I will not give up my chance to be free because you are scared. I would rather face a god myself and die before I let that happen. She is really loud now and in their faces, as she feels rage start to take over her emotions. "So you two just man up right now.. We can go to the river still, we can chase down this relic, we can do whatever.. But we are NOT going back like scared uncapable children. You saw the queen when we left, she does not want excuses or quitters, or cowards"
Gnash doesn't recoil from the display of rage but he does reflexively straighten his back at the admonishment. "Erm yes, right. Well said. I assure you I have no intention of backing down or retreating from this threat. However it may be best to discuss this further in a less public location among just our group. Your courage is admirable however shouting a challenge to the Gods themselves may draw us unwanted attention. We don't want to make more trouble for ourselves, and there are many who would see a slave punished for much less than mild blasphemy." Gnash looks the fierce new Rohar over and then with a laugh says, “although I’d like to see them even try.”
(You can add a silver horn of Valhalla to your equipment :) )
Pronouns: She/her/her's
Currently playing as Titaani Leelathae in The Wild beyond the Witchlight
(OOC: forgot to mention, but Khaddim is not wearing tattered clothes, he is wearing a robe (yes, like a monk) that are just a little old, but otherwise in perfect condition)
Khaddim was used to that kind of treatment, but Yurime's comment took him by surprise. Although he immediately realised that she just didn't want to explain the real situation of the two of them, so he decided to play along.
"Thank you for your cosideration Miss Yurime, but I think I am ok with what I'm wearing. I don't want you to spend money on me for something that isn't necessary, maybe something form another tent that could help me in the job that I must do in the coming days." Answered politely with a smile and stayed near Yurime as "her slave" while looking around the shop.
Investigation check: 12
Half orc monk Khaddim- Lost Mine of Phandelver (modern setting), Variant human ranger Frekor- The Darness Below, Half elf bard Callon, Aasimar life domain cleric/blood hunter Idris- Hunt for the 7, Tiefling warlock Charis- Ghosts of Saltmarsh, Goliath fighter Garrett- Ghosts of Saltmarsh