Quill: As he exits the rectory, Quill sees several other clerics and novice initiates heading off to their chosen daily task. That reminds him of the Daily Task list posted on the general notice board in the common room. He knows he needs to make a choice on how to serve Usoara for the afternoon until tonight's novice initiate ceremony, which will be during the evening meal. Just thinking about all the special food that was going to be provided tonight makes his mouth water, even though he just ate. He still remembers his own novice initiate ceremony well.
Daily Task List
Garden Tending and City Market
Dawn Service and Counseling the Awakened and Penitents
Quill looks over the list. He thinks he's done enough researching for today, if such a thing is possible, so he heads in the direction of "Hospitality."
Korlan: The two old men listen to you and then Statler, the shorter one, says, "You know, there's nothing like a good scribe." The taller of the two, Waldorf agrees, "Yep. And he seems nothing like one." Both of them chuckle at your misfortune. Statler recovers his sober look first. "Look, did he come here, as a customer, to be helped or not?" With a serious nod Waldorf agrees again, "That's right." The shorter man looks confused, "What's right?" Waldorf grins mischievously, "He came here to be helped, but he's not."
They continue like that, somewhat ignoring Warrel, but eventually he manages to get them to point out the small selection of specialty ink for scribing magic scrolls. It's kept in a glass fronted cabinet just behind the counter. The bottles are 4gp each. Looking at the mix of copper, silver, and gold coins in the purse you were given, there appears to be about 11 gold worth of coins inside.
White mustached Statler sees your face when he tells you the prices. "You know, if you're looking for something cheaper, there are other ink sellers in the city. They're not half bad." Waldorf rolls his eyes, "Nope, they're ALL bad!" Apparently, the regular price is 5gp per bottle of ink, but they give Brother Annan a discount for the basilica.
Quill: Heading back into the rectory, Quill finds Sister Naphtali carrying an armful of sheets and blankets out of Dawnlord Menges' room at the far end of the common area. When he offers to help with hospitality service this afternoon, the relief in her expression is obvious. "Thank Usoara! You can head right in there. There are already fresh sheets and blankets sitting on the Dawnlord's bed. Use those to make it up fresh and then bring any cups and dishes you find lying loose into the kitchen." She nods her head towards the kitchen door on the north wall. "I'll be in the laundry room behind the rectory working on these sheets and such. When you're done with all that, clean the ashes from the fireplace. The tools are right next to it." She takes her burden out through the front doors.
“well Brother Annan wished for me to procure 2 bottles but it seems all I have is 6 gold in total..... is there any possible way we could somehow come to an agreement on a lower price? Seems to me the Goddess would be displeased with at the way you are treating a follower.”
Persuasion: 5
- Lucky trait reroll: 19
If my persuasion doesn’t work, I cast Thaumaturgy to make the candles inside the shop go out and then make fire appear in my eyes.
Quill: While you are pushing and pulling to get the goosedown stuffed mattress into the sheet, which is sewn on three sides like a giant pocket, you look carefully around the Dawnlord's bedroom. There is a highback stuffed armchair next to a small nightstand with a book upon it. The bed itself has a carved wooden headrest with a sun motif. On one end of the room is a large desk with two drawers on each side and a roll top which is currently raised open. On it are several papers, a candle on a small brass dish, a quill and ink pot.
Korlan: He of the bushy brows, Waldorf, bends down beneath the counter and then pulls out a large book with the letters PHB inscribed in flourished lettering. He opens it on the counter before you and points to where it lists "Ink (1 ounce bottle) 10gp"
"You see here, young man? Plain old 'write a note to your mother' ink costs 10 gold. We are giving more than a reasonable discount to Usoara." He eyes you in annoyance and then turns to Statler. "This negotiation reminds me of a mountain peak." Statler frowns. "Why a mountain peak?" Waldorf sighs, "Cuz it's all downhill from here." They turn away from you to discuss the situation between them for a moment. Their voices get grumpier and then finally they both nod and turn back to you. "Do you have any skills? We do have a little work you could do for us to make up the difference."
Demoiselle: The heat of the day is passing. You've sold quite a bit of vegetables today. Emungo thinks there's about 20gp in the small wooden box that the stall's funds are kept in. Giving you one for all your hard work, he asks you if you'd like to leave a little early and purchase anything from the market before it closes. Heat rises in his cheeks, "Like, perhaps, some warmer sleeping robes?" He's going to close up soon anyway, since most folk don't buy vegetables late in the day. The thought of the initiation ceremony tonight just after 7th bell has been weighing heavily on his mind. Warrel may not be accepted by Usoara. "That hasn't happened in fifteen years!" A sad look crosses his face. "I heard that it was Dawnlord Menges' older brother, Lord Brackus. Poor fellow. All he'd ever wanted to be was a cleric." He shakes his head. "But not everyone is a good candidate. Only the goddess knows a person's heart, of course."
Quill: Looking next to the fireplace for the dust pan and other tools, as Sister Naphtali had said to do, Quill finds everything he needs, including a waste bucket to dump the ashes into. He begins cleaning out the fireplace. There, in the debris, he finds the tattered, burnt remains of what looks like a page from a book.
It describes the ritual by which a human may transform themselves into a Yuan-ti. What little can still be read describes a need for human sacrifice and a large number of snakes.
Demoiselle giggled at Emungo's comment about sleeping robes and gave him a naughty look. She sobered quickly as Warrel's plight was mentioned. "I hope everything works out for the young fellow. I can imagine his humiliation, being held in darkness like that. Even if his destiny lies along a different path, that event will follow him wherever he goes and people will whisper wherever he goes." She said with sympathy. "Also, did you notice what the Dawnlord was wearing? He is... Quite confident, no?"
I hold off casting the fire in my eyes. ”No disrespect sirs. I was not aware of the cost of ink. But I am rather magical. I can do mending of some small broken items. Do you have any items that are in need of repair?”
Demoiselle: Emungo agrees with her that it's a bad situation all around. He wishes High Lord Emeritus would turn up. At fifth bell, while novice Emungo is helping a last customer, Demoiselle starts carrying crates of spoiled vegetables, that they had pulled out of the display boxes earlier, out to a lidded compost bin behind the stand. Off to the right is a small cluttered alley behind other stands along the outskirts of the market. There is an armored man, with the build of a trained soldier and short cropped blonde hair, in a fighting stance, short sword held in front of him. He is looking between two other stalls and Demoiselle can only catch snatches of his words.
"You monster." she hears. "Tell me where she is!" and "I saw you talking to Brackus." "Show your face!" Suddenly, sickly green energy arches out and slams into his eyes, sucking the life force from him. He drops his weapon and falls to his knees, gurgling in pain. Seconds later he collapses to the ground.
Esvaris does not spot any snakes in the garden while working there. Shortly before fifth bell, another cleric working the gardens suggests that Esvaris go collect the compost from behind the basilica's market stand so that they can spread it on the garden. He gives the elf directions to the stand and says the bin is wheeled.
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Demoiselle attempted to find a spot where she could get a good look at the two people in the magical altercation, intending to reveal herself and ask what happened if the spellcaster does not seem to be evil.
Korlan: Statler strokes his mustache and evaluates you. Then he pulls a heavy wooden box from beneath the counter and sets it on top. Rummaging carefully through it's contents he pulls out two small metal wings and a leg. With two hands he gently lifts out an unusual item:
Touching it almost reverently he says softly in his gravelly voice, "This belonged to our father. I'm not sure a simple mending can fix it." Looking down at you over the counter he seems unsure about giving this task to you. Waldorf pats him on the shoulder. "If not now, then when?" They give you a smaller box with padding inside and latches to secure it to carry it all in. "Please return it as soon as possible." Statler requests. They also package up your two bottles of ink, accepting your six gold pieces in return. Statler seems a bit reluctant to see the box go. "This is a very moving moment," he says. Waldorf replies, "Yep. I wish he'd move... out of our shop!"
I spend some time finding the compost bin. When I do, a sneer at the strong smell. I take a deep breath, and try to hold it while I push the wheeled bin to the gardens.
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Demoiselle hears footsteps running away, but is too far away to see the other person. She does see as she moves closer, however, that the guard is not moving and doesn't appear to be breathing, either.
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Quill: As he exits the rectory, Quill sees several other clerics and novice initiates heading off to their chosen daily task. That reminds him of the Daily Task list posted on the general notice board in the common room. He knows he needs to make a choice on how to serve Usoara for the afternoon until tonight's novice initiate ceremony, which will be during the evening meal. Just thinking about all the special food that was going to be provided tonight makes his mouth water, even though he just ate. He still remembers his own novice initiate ceremony well.
Daily Task List
Quill looks over the list. He thinks he's done enough researching for today, if such a thing is possible, so he heads in the direction of "Hospitality."
And that's all I have to say about that.
Korlan: The two old men listen to you and then Statler, the shorter one, says, "You know, there's nothing like a good scribe." The taller of the two, Waldorf agrees, "Yep. And he seems nothing like one." Both of them chuckle at your misfortune. Statler recovers his sober look first. "Look, did he come here, as a customer, to be helped or not?" With a serious nod Waldorf agrees again, "That's right." The shorter man looks confused, "What's right?" Waldorf grins mischievously, "He came here to be helped, but he's not."
They continue like that, somewhat ignoring Warrel, but eventually he manages to get them to point out the small selection of specialty ink for scribing magic scrolls. It's kept in a glass fronted cabinet just behind the counter. The bottles are 4gp each. Looking at the mix of copper, silver, and gold coins in the purse you were given, there appears to be about 11 gold worth of coins inside.
White mustached Statler sees your face when he tells you the prices. "You know, if you're looking for something cheaper, there are other ink sellers in the city. They're not half bad." Waldorf rolls his eyes, "Nope, they're ALL bad!" Apparently, the regular price is 5gp per bottle of ink, but they give Brother Annan a discount for the basilica.
Quill: Heading back into the rectory, Quill finds Sister Naphtali carrying an armful of sheets and blankets out of Dawnlord Menges' room at the far end of the common area. When he offers to help with hospitality service this afternoon, the relief in her expression is obvious. "Thank Usoara! You can head right in there. There are already fresh sheets and blankets sitting on the Dawnlord's bed. Use those to make it up fresh and then bring any cups and dishes you find lying loose into the kitchen." She nods her head towards the kitchen door on the north wall. "I'll be in the laundry room behind the rectory working on these sheets and such. When you're done with all that, clean the ashes from the fireplace. The tools are right next to it." She takes her burden out through the front doors.
Quill sets to work with good grace, used to similar chores from his days in the Second Sun temple.
He starts making the bed, glancing around Dawnlord Menges' room with interest as he works.
Perception: 17
And that's all I have to say about that.
(I’m not about to be bested by two muppets)
“well Brother Annan wished for me to procure 2 bottles but it seems all I have is 6 gold in total..... is there any possible way we could somehow come to an agreement on a lower price? Seems to me the Goddess would be displeased with at the way you are treating a follower.”
Persuasion: 5
- Lucky trait reroll: 19
If my persuasion doesn’t work, I cast Thaumaturgy to make the candles inside the shop go out and then make fire appear in my eyes.
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Quill: While you are pushing and pulling to get the goosedown stuffed mattress into the sheet, which is sewn on three sides like a giant pocket, you look carefully around the Dawnlord's bedroom. There is a highback stuffed armchair next to a small nightstand with a book upon it. The bed itself has a carved wooden headrest with a sun motif. On one end of the room is a large desk with two drawers on each side and a roll top which is currently raised open. On it are several papers, a candle on a small brass dish, a quill and ink pot.
Quill is impressed by the furnishings of the room. He finishes making the bed, then grabs any dirty dishes he sees, making his way to the kitchen.
Assuming no delays, he deposits them and looks for a broom/dustpan/anything for cleaning out the fireplace.
And that's all I have to say about that.
Demoiselle looked over the items approvingly. "Nicely done, mon frère. I can see the care you've put into these pieces."
Korlan: He of the bushy brows, Waldorf, bends down beneath the counter and then pulls out a large book with the letters PHB inscribed in flourished lettering. He opens it on the counter before you and points to where it lists "Ink (1 ounce bottle) 10gp"
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"You see here, young man? Plain old 'write a note to your mother' ink costs 10 gold. We are giving more than a reasonable discount to Usoara." He eyes you in annoyance and then turns to Statler. "This negotiation reminds me of a mountain peak." Statler frowns. "Why a mountain peak?" Waldorf sighs, "Cuz it's all downhill from here." They turn away from you to discuss the situation between them for a moment. Their voices get grumpier and then finally they both nod and turn back to you. "Do you have any skills? We do have a little work you could do for us to make up the difference."
Demoiselle: The heat of the day is passing. You've sold quite a bit of vegetables today. Emungo thinks there's about 20gp in the small wooden box that the stall's funds are kept in. Giving you one for all your hard work, he asks you if you'd like to leave a little early and purchase anything from the market before it closes. Heat rises in his cheeks, "Like, perhaps, some warmer sleeping robes?" He's going to close up soon anyway, since most folk don't buy vegetables late in the day. The thought of the initiation ceremony tonight just after 7th bell has been weighing heavily on his mind. Warrel may not be accepted by Usoara. "That hasn't happened in fifteen years!" A sad look crosses his face. "I heard that it was Dawnlord Menges' older brother, Lord Brackus. Poor fellow. All he'd ever wanted to be was a cleric." He shakes his head. "But not everyone is a good candidate. Only the goddess knows a person's heart, of course."
Quill: Looking next to the fireplace for the dust pan and other tools, as Sister Naphtali had said to do, Quill finds everything he needs, including a waste bucket to dump the ashes into. He begins cleaning out the fireplace. There, in the debris, he finds the tattered, burnt remains of what looks like a page from a book.
It describes the ritual by which a human may transform themselves into a Yuan-ti. What little can still be read describes a need for human sacrifice and a large number of snakes.
Demoiselle giggled at Emungo's comment about sleeping robes and gave him a naughty look. She sobered quickly as Warrel's plight was mentioned. "I hope everything works out for the young fellow. I can imagine his humiliation, being held in darkness like that. Even if his destiny lies along a different path, that event will follow him wherever he goes and people will whisper wherever he goes." She said with sympathy. "Also, did you notice what the Dawnlord was wearing? He is... Quite confident, no?"
Korlan
I hold off casting the fire in my eyes. ”No disrespect sirs. I was not aware of the cost of ink. But I am rather magical. I can do mending of some small broken items. Do you have any items that are in need of repair?”
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Esvaris
I have been working in the Garden for the afternoon. Anything I should know?
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Quill gasps, then glances around to make sure no one notices as he stuffs the piece of paper in his pocket.
He stands by the fireplace for a moment, thinking.
Can it be that Dawnlord Menges is involved in the snake infestations, and maybe even the attack against Simeon?!
Quill carefully cleans out the rest of the fireplace, generally sifting through the ashes for any scraps of paper.
And that's all I have to say about that.
Demoiselle: Emungo agrees with her that it's a bad situation all around. He wishes High Lord Emeritus would turn up. At fifth bell, while novice Emungo is helping a last customer, Demoiselle starts carrying crates of spoiled vegetables, that they had pulled out of the display boxes earlier, out to a lidded compost bin behind the stand. Off to the right is a small cluttered alley behind other stands along the outskirts of the market. There is an armored man, with the build of a trained soldier and short cropped blonde hair, in a fighting stance, short sword held in front of him. He is looking between two other stalls and Demoiselle can only catch snatches of his words.
"You monster." she hears. "Tell me where she is!" and "I saw you talking to Brackus." "Show your face!" Suddenly, sickly green energy arches out and slams into his eyes, sucking the life force from him. He drops his weapon and falls to his knees, gurgling in pain. Seconds later he collapses to the ground.
Esvaris does not spot any snakes in the garden while working there. Shortly before fifth bell, another cleric working the gardens suggests that Esvaris go collect the compost from behind the basilica's market stand so that they can spread it on the garden. He gives the elf directions to the stand and says the bin is wheeled.
Demoiselle attempted to find a spot where she could get a good look at the two people in the magical altercation, intending to reveal herself and ask what happened if the spellcaster does not seem to be evil.
Stealth: 18
Perception: 25
Korlan: Statler strokes his mustache and evaluates you. Then he pulls a heavy wooden box from beneath the counter and sets it on top. Rummaging carefully through it's contents he pulls out two small metal wings and a leg. With two hands he gently lifts out an unusual item:
Touching it almost reverently he says softly in his gravelly voice, "This belonged to our father. I'm not sure a simple mending can fix it." Looking down at you over the counter he seems unsure about giving this task to you. Waldorf pats him on the shoulder. "If not now, then when?" They give you a smaller box with padding inside and latches to secure it to carry it all in. "Please return it as soon as possible." Statler requests. They also package up your two bottles of ink, accepting your six gold pieces in return. Statler seems a bit reluctant to see the box go. "This is a very moving moment," he says. Waldorf replies, "Yep. I wish he'd move... out of our shop!"
Esvaris
I spend some time finding the compost bin. When I do, a sneer at the strong smell. I take a deep breath, and try to hold it while I push the wheeled bin to the gardens.
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Demoiselle hears footsteps running away, but is too far away to see the other person. She does see as she moves closer, however, that the guard is not moving and doesn't appear to be breathing, either.