Flimira stands, heading to her door and opening it. She, still smoking her cigar, smiles at each of you. “Take some alcohol and cigars for the road if you like.”
Flimira stands, heading to her door and opening it. She, still smoking her cigar, smiles at each of you. “Take some alcohol and cigars for the road if you like.”
Amira moves to the door, grabbing a few bottles of wine that she puts in her pack. The drinks had been offered and she was more then happy to have her fill. "Farewell for now then."
"No interesting littl' trinkets that might 'elp us survive long enough t' get these . . . sarcophagi? back 'ere in as few pieces as possible? And 'ow big is these things anyhow, or bes that sompin' we bes needin' t' find out?" Nos Heliwr regards Flimira with a somewhat dour expression. "Just out o' curiosity ye ken, 'ow many folks've tried to fetch these 'ere things? Whattcha've told us 'bout 'em is a bit scant I'd say."
He starts to ready his pack, "I'll 'ave a few o' these ceegars? Might come in handy if we gots t' do any waitin' around, not t' mention they bes purty tasty."
He picks up a magnifying glass and puts it in his pack, "These glass works like a talisman?"
“I haven’t sent anyone out to deal with this, as it’s a new development. I’ve been keeping tabs on the Priests of Osybus for months now, especially after what happened in Darkon with Azalin. As for trinkets… ever seen a gun before? I keep a few around.” Flimira moves to her desk, stooping low to open a drawer.
”And yes, the magnifying glasses work as a Talisman.” She says as she removes one flintlock pistol and then a case of bullets. “Good luck finding replacement ammunition as these bullets are hard to find in other places I’ve heard.”
Amira lags behind at the mention of guns, having only heard of such things in reference to some contraption made almost exclusively by gnomes and a few dwarven clans that had their own version. Moving to stand near the drawer she will look down to see the weapons.
In the drawer are a total of four guns. Flimira turns to Amira and hands her one promptly. “Pass these around if you wish. I have more in the back. A girl can never be too prepared.” Flimira opens another drawer and pulls another gun out of it, one for each of you. “Part of the reason my friends call me ‘Flintlock’, because I love guns almost as much as I love a good cigar.” More cases of bullets are removed, and Flimara Vhage grins up at Amira, since she is closest. “Luckily… I’ve got quite the stockpile! Just don’t go breaking my guns or wasting my bullets…”
“Wow… tough crowd.” Flimira chuckles, putting two guns away - puffing on her cigar still. “Some people wouldn’t know fun if if bit them on the ass, right?”
"Well it seems that I will have more lessons in the near future as I have only ever heard of these as something used by gnomes and dwarves." Amira said as she looks over the gun with a critical eye.
Flimira holds the gun in one hands, smirking. “Let me give you a quick lesson then. These are easy to use if you’ve got a good eye.” She is clearly proud of her guns. She points it at the wall. “Watch me.” She says as she pulls back the hammer. “It’s not loaded so it won’t do any damage.” A finger goes to the trigger, and it is pulled, making a clicking noise to signify it isn’t loaded. “If it was loaded, one of these bullets would blow a hole in someone’s skull, or my wall.”
“Wow..” Flimira puts a third gun away and chuckles. “Well, at least I know Amira will put it to good use,” She looks up to the other woman. “Won’t you, love?” She then turns to the other man. “And you will you too, Nos?”
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“Just to be careful, Gustav. I’ve been told the Mists hold many horrors, as do the domains beyond them.”
"... Trust me... I've seen horrors all my own..."
“Ooo, edgy and brooding!” Flimira gives a small clap. “My favorite. Anyway, I hope you all survive!”
"Thanks. I like not to think of myself at... that... but... yeah..."
Flimira stands, heading to her door and opening it. She, still smoking her cigar, smiles at each of you. “Take some alcohol and cigars for the road if you like.”
"Sure" (Takes some)
Amira moves to the door, grabbing a few bottles of wine that she puts in her pack. The drinks had been offered and she was more then happy to have her fill. "Farewell for now then."
“Don’t forget your Mist Talismans.”
True will sweep them all into a bag with a scrap of paper and then crumple that paper and toss it in the fire. "Farewell"
"No interesting littl' trinkets that might 'elp us survive long enough t' get these . . . sarcophagi? back 'ere in as few pieces as possible? And 'ow big is these things anyhow, or bes that sompin' we bes needin' t' find out?" Nos Heliwr regards Flimira with a somewhat dour expression. "Just out o' curiosity ye ken, 'ow many folks've tried to fetch these 'ere things? Whattcha've told us 'bout 'em is a bit scant I'd say."
He starts to ready his pack, "I'll 'ave a few o' these ceegars? Might come in handy if we gots t' do any waitin' around, not t' mention they bes purty tasty."
He picks up a magnifying glass and puts it in his pack, "These glass works like a talisman?"
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
“I haven’t sent anyone out to deal with this, as it’s a new development. I’ve been keeping tabs on the Priests of Osybus for months now, especially after what happened in Darkon with Azalin. As for trinkets… ever seen a gun before? I keep a few around.” Flimira moves to her desk, stooping low to open a drawer.
”And yes, the magnifying glasses work as a Talisman.” She says as she removes one flintlock pistol and then a case of bullets. “Good luck finding replacement ammunition as these bullets are hard to find in other places I’ve heard.”
Amira lags behind at the mention of guns, having only heard of such things in reference to some contraption made almost exclusively by gnomes and a few dwarven clans that had their own version. Moving to stand near the drawer she will look down to see the weapons.
In the drawer are a total of four guns. Flimira turns to Amira and hands her one promptly. “Pass these around if you wish. I have more in the back. A girl can never be too prepared.” Flimira opens another drawer and pulls another gun out of it, one for each of you. “Part of the reason my friends call me ‘Flintlock’, because I love guns almost as much as I love a good cigar.” More cases of bullets are removed, and Flimara Vhage grins up at Amira, since she is closest. “Luckily… I’ve got quite the stockpile! Just don’t go breaking my guns or wasting my bullets…”
"Those look entirely uncivilized. I'll be waiting outside"
"I don't want these things either, thanks!" - says the assimar and follows the dragonborn outside.
Player:
Snikkit Sparks - Gnome Artificier (Alchemist) 3 | Stranger Things: Hunt for the Thessalhydra
Theron Pyllae - Variant Human Fighter 1 | Shell Island
Riwakan Thioscale - Dragonborn Fighter (Battle Master) 5 | Adventures in the Sands: Lost Tomb of Meneptah (Group 2)
DM:
Derailed Dreams - Panic on the Zakhara Express
“Wow… tough crowd.” Flimira chuckles, putting two guns away - puffing on her cigar still. “Some people wouldn’t know fun if if bit them on the ass, right?”
"Well it seems that I will have more lessons in the near future as I have only ever heard of these as something used by gnomes and dwarves." Amira said as she looks over the gun with a critical eye.
Flimira holds the gun in one hands, smirking. “Let me give you a quick lesson then. These are easy to use if you’ve got a good eye.” She is clearly proud of her guns. She points it at the wall. “Watch me.” She says as she pulls back the hammer. “It’s not loaded so it won’t do any damage.” A finger goes to the trigger, and it is pulled, making a clicking noise to signify it isn’t loaded. “If it was loaded, one of these bullets would blow a hole in someone’s skull, or my wall.”
Me third. Thanks anyhow.
“Wow..” Flimira puts a third gun away and chuckles. “Well, at least I know Amira will put it to good use,” She looks up to the other woman. “Won’t you, love?” She then turns to the other man. “And you will you too, Nos?”