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Ssej meanders about the marketplace looking over the items moving from vendor to vendor. Eventually he feels a slight tug at his cloak and he looks down to see a young urchin with his hand in his cloak pocket. He chuckles and says good morning using the thieves cant symbol and then pulls the child aside. "First lesson of the day, be sure of who you are attempting to borrow things from. Some people are way more observant than others. Here let me show you, stay here and watch what I do." Ssej then scans the crowd and sees one of the shop keeper going about his day hawking his tools. He makes his way over to the booth and starts to peruse the vendors wares and then waits till the person turns his back and starts to haggle with another patron. Ssej then quickly looks about to make sure no one is watching him and deftly moves his hand over the wares and gently picks up one of the opals and places it in his pockets, then moves along to another vendors then making his way back to the little urchin.
When the rabbit calls out, it didn't get the drake's attention that much. Sitting there as the rabbit introduces himself and speaks so enthusiastically. After their name was spoke, the drake turns to look back past his shoulder, down at the rabbit. "If you insist, I won't stop you, Caerbannog." He's heard many titles but one known as, The Younger, well it made his mind drift for a moment, only for him to turn and face the counter once more. "There are open seats, unless you prefer to remain standing."
Caerbannog bows deeply and moves in to take a seat. "Bartender, A drink for the drake, whatever he is having. And an ale for me-self." Caerbannog hesitates at this, not sure if he has overstepped. He has just arrived in town himself escorting a caravan and is in search of adventure, and is a bit in awe of the Drake having heard of his exploits. He pauses first to see if Ramantu will say anything...trying to hold his tongue but also wanting to ask questions.
"See how I did that with no one the wiser, learn some patience and soon you will be as good as I am." As Ssej places the opel into the urchins pocket, "Now run along and practice a bit more with a friend before coming back out here."
It was as she was walking the shops and market stalls, a cart comes to a sudden halt right next to her, inches away from hitting her as the person pushing the cart managed to stop it in time. The cart was packed entirely, boxes, sacks, crates, some of said boxes and sacks were open. A Red stick falls from one of those open boxes and lands at her feet, a rod about a foot long with a black fuse poking out the end. The rod having an odor of black powder.
"Woah there, aye missy." A man stepped out from behind the cart, spoking a pipe as he's wearing so many various satchels and pouches. "Lost? Looking for something?" Just as he said that, his scarf moves, a fuzzy head pokes out then stretches upwards, from under his scarf, a ferret pokes out and looks around over the man's head.
Hidra picks up the red stick and hands it to the merchant. (History:11 / Arcana:6 Not sure which check to make here to identify the item.)
(Success) "Whoa there, better to be carful will all the fire power you seem to be lugging around! Would hate to have an accident happen."
(Failure) "Here's your stick back. May I ask what it is?"
After handing back the item, she puts and hand up to her heart and gives a slight bow. "My name is Hidra, I hope I didn't cause you any trouble. I am not really lost, just new to the area. I heard there was a Guild I may be able to join here. But before I do that I decided to look around to see if I could find any items that may be of use for me. May I ask for both of your names?" She says this gesturing to both the merchant and his furry companion with a calm smile.
It goes without saying, there was quite a ling of upset hunters behind him, complaining and visibly upset that not only where they cut in line but shoved so rudely. Even the person in charge of the stand of the market was visibly upset as well. "Hey Hey now, you can't just-... Wait... is that?" The shop keeper shows a look of interest, if these are the more exquisite pelts. "Well now... Look I'd be willing to pay handsomely for these pelts but you can't treat my customers so rudely, best you wait like everyone else and we will have a deal for you."
"And you best do that before you get hurt." Stomping right over next to him, a hefty looking Minotaur, judging by the marks on his body and the Brass rings on his horns, this was a member of the Brass Bull, one of clans who traded with yours often back in the Outlands, normally they're the ones buying pelts from your clan while supplying your clan with weapons and tools. However, this one has two others standing behind him and they're also holding hides they intend to sell, various weapons and tools on their sides and on their backs. Looks like they just got back slaying a bunch of smaller animals such as Coyotes, Wolves, and what appears to be a Bear Hide. Your Hide you collected, likely from a large reptilian, maybe from one of the many dinosaur races that cross the Outlands, however, your hide is worth more than their entire catch.
(Charisma Check depending what route you take, and can make a History Check to see if you recognize these minotaur in particular.)
Corvan smiles. He likes seeing all the angry faces. He's not looking for a fight. That was not his intent. He seeks strong willed individuals. If they want a fight he won't turn it down either. No, he likes to see that people have fight in them. See that they can stand up for themselves. The best way to find that out is to anger them. He looks around at those staring at him knowing his smile probably makes them angrier. He means no disrespect from it but the disrespect was intentional to provoke. He might also dislike lines in general. Waiting around doing nothing never sat well with him. The merchant says he'll pay if Corvan waits. He looks back at the line. So many to wait for. Will anyone stand up to him?
Indeed, three minotaurs stand up to the goliath. He looks them over and notices the signs of others that make their living in the harsh outlands. Fierce survivors that make ends meet. Corvan looks at their catch. Seeing common wolf and other such easily obtained prizes. Common. One must show they can compete in the food chain if they want to gain more profit. gold is just another food for them all. You just don't eat it the same way. If only they knew the right path to follow. Corvan notices the brass rings and iconography on their person and realizes they are from a tribe his people have worked with on occasion. The Brass bulls. He tries to remember if he's met any of them in this particular trio. ( History Check:18 )
As he recalls what he can about them he picks up his hide and replies to the lead minotaur, "At least someone here knows how to speak up. By all means. You go first." He looks to the merchant and nods "They can go first. Seems you have some good customers." He lets the brass bulls sell first but then looks back at the others waiting as if daring them to do the same. A menacing glare of annoyance that shows he's impatient. Which he is. He tries to cow them into letting him go next with this glare, clenching his fists ominously. ( Intimidation Check:15 ) He doesn't mind if others go before him but he won't let some coward too afraid to speak their mind go first. He waits to see how many can speak up then waits his turn. Aiming to sell his goods before the cowards.
Sylbrix is a wizard on the rise because he's avoided the "Master Blaster" eagerness of wizards trying to pretend they are sorcerers. He's studied what wizards were meant for: the locking, and unlocking of paths and secrets.
When he arrived in Vokun, he considered himself an independent adventurer. A rather blunt letter from a representative of the Archmage himself evoked creative images of carrot and stick as they offered guild membership or blacklisting from every arcane merchant of meaning in the city. Sylbrix took the job, and has risen through the ranks over the course of years.
Motive: he's looking to be a wizard of renown, unraveling mysteries and experiencing a wild, incredible adventure on the Hole.
Description: Sylbrix is a man with hair gone prematurely silver, and a short beard to match. His eyes are pale blue, and he'd be an attractive "silver fox" if not for a near constant scowl and a habit for smoking cigars. He dresses like an outdoorsman in an LL Bean catalogue, with function but mostly form in the cargo pants and enchanted pullover (cloak of protection).
Prompt: Guild Hall.
"Pardon me, I'm sure it was my mistake. How are you? I'm Sylbrix. Platinum member of the guild, in good standing of course."
A deepening of the etched furrow in Jackson's brow betrayed his internal conflict as he considered the woman's offer. He preferred to work alone the last few years and found a certain appeal to the quiet solitude to mope in his thoughts. However this stranger certainly looked very capable and had already managed to out-speed him once in seizing the bounty. He had to admit her skillset sounded complimentary to his own, a small twinge of pain in his shoulder reminded him of the last trap he had failed to detect.
And Jillian always so welcomed anyone and everyone to come along with us... Remember? The more the merrier?
He signed internally in resignation.
"Ah... of course, of course! It would be a delight to have someone so capable along! A fortuitous meeting indeed!" He hoped his feigned enthusiasm masked the hollowness of his words. "I'm Jackson," he offered, unfurling the bounty she had passed to him and holding it open between them so they could both read the contents.
She introduced herself, half her face covered by the mask that left only her eyes and ears exposed. Luckily that mask didn't muffle her voice either so she spoke clearly with or without it on. She holds the parchment with him, and when he lowers his gaze to reach it, she kept her eyes on him and let the paper go since she already read about it.
It was a Bounty, seems like a Trio of Saber Tooth Tigers have been stirring up some trouble down south by the Dwarven Town of Morbek. The Bounty was paying a Thousand Gold per head, an additional Two Thousand if all three are dealt with. The Bounty continues on that this issue started a month ago, some hunters came through town and were never seen again, that was when these Saber Tooth Tigers went on a rampage and have killed little over three hunting parties and little over a dozen of the town's people. Most of the people who have been killed have been at night and most victims are not eaten.
"A pleasure to have you along, Noren." Jackson nodded, in part reassuring himself this had been a good decision. He turned his attention back to the paper again, mumbling as he read.
"Now let's see what we've got here... Saber Tooth Tigers...okay... you seen 'Tigers before? Morbek... uh huh, lovely town... a month ago... okay... oh my, three hunting parties and a dozen people?" His eyes widened, a touch of urgency coloring his voice. "Well we'd certainly better head out before anyone else gets eaten... hrmm... actually, 'not eaten' it says... how peculiar... you think it's strange too, right Noren? Hmm..." he trailed off, searching his memory for any facts he knew of Saber Tooth Tigers.
He had never encountered them himself, having only contended with a few hungry leopards and group of particularly nasty Crag Cats in his travels. Certainly the felines that had caused trouble in the past were looking for a meal, but there was something different this time.
Ssej meanders about the marketplace looking over the items moving from vendor to vendor. Eventually he feels a slight tug at his cloak and he looks down to see a young urchin with his hand in his cloak pocket. He chuckles and says good morning using the thieves cant symbol and then pulls the child aside. "First lesson of the day, be sure of who you are attempting to borrow things from. Some people are way more observant than others. Here let me show you, stay here and watch what I do." Ssej then scans the crowd and sees one of the shop keeper going about his day hawking his tools. He makes his way over to the booth and starts to peruse the vendors wares and then waits till the person turns his back and starts to haggle with another patron. Ssej then quickly looks about to make sure no one is watching him and deftly moves his hand over the wares and gently picks up one of the opals and places it in his pockets, then moves along to another vendors then making his way back to the little urchin.
Sleight of Hand: 20
Caerbannog bows deeply and moves in to take a seat. "Bartender, A drink for the drake, whatever he is having. And an ale for me-self." Caerbannog hesitates at this, not sure if he has overstepped. He has just arrived in town himself escorting a caravan and is in search of adventure, and is a bit in awe of the Drake having heard of his exploits. He pauses first to see if Ramantu will say anything...trying to hold his tongue but also wanting to ask questions.
"See how I did that with no one the wiser, learn some patience and soon you will be as good as I am." As Ssej places the opel into the urchins pocket, "Now run along and practice a bit more with a friend before coming back out here."
Hidra picks up the red stick and hands it to the merchant. (History:11 / Arcana:6 Not sure which check to make here to identify the item.)
(Success)
"Whoa there, better to be carful will all the fire power you seem to be lugging around! Would hate to have an accident happen."
(Failure)
"Here's your stick back. May I ask what it is?"
After handing back the item, she puts and hand up to her heart and gives a slight bow.
"My name is Hidra, I hope I didn't cause you any trouble. I am not really lost, just new to the area. I heard there was a Guild I may be able to join here. But before I do that I decided to look around to see if I could find any items that may be of use for me. May I ask for both of your names?"
She says this gesturing to both the merchant and his furry companion with a calm smile.
Corvan smiles. He likes seeing all the angry faces. He's not looking for a fight. That was not his intent. He seeks strong willed individuals. If they want a fight he won't turn it down either. No, he likes to see that people have fight in them. See that they can stand up for themselves. The best way to find that out is to anger them. He looks around at those staring at him knowing his smile probably makes them angrier. He means no disrespect from it but the disrespect was intentional to provoke. He might also dislike lines in general. Waiting around doing nothing never sat well with him. The merchant says he'll pay if Corvan waits. He looks back at the line. So many to wait for. Will anyone stand up to him?
Indeed, three minotaurs stand up to the goliath. He looks them over and notices the signs of others that make their living in the harsh outlands. Fierce survivors that make ends meet. Corvan looks at their catch. Seeing common wolf and other such easily obtained prizes. Common. One must show they can compete in the food chain if they want to gain more profit. gold is just another food for them all. You just don't eat it the same way. If only they knew the right path to follow. Corvan notices the brass rings and iconography on their person and realizes they are from a tribe his people have worked with on occasion. The Brass bulls. He tries to remember if he's met any of them in this particular trio. ( History Check: 18 )
As he recalls what he can about them he picks up his hide and replies to the lead minotaur, "At least someone here knows how to speak up. By all means. You go first." He looks to the merchant and nods "They can go first. Seems you have some good customers." He lets the brass bulls sell first but then looks back at the others waiting as if daring them to do the same. A menacing glare of annoyance that shows he's impatient. Which he is. He tries to cow them into letting him go next with this glare, clenching his fists ominously. ( Intimidation Check: 15 ) He doesn't mind if others go before him but he won't let some coward too afraid to speak their mind go first. He waits to see how many can speak up then waits his turn. Aiming to sell his goods before the cowards.
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Character info
Sylbrix - Wizard (Abjuration) - Aasimar (radiant soul) - rival intern
https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/97161241
Sylbrix is a wizard on the rise because he's avoided the "Master Blaster" eagerness of wizards trying to pretend they are sorcerers. He's studied what wizards were meant for: the locking, and unlocking of paths and secrets.
When he arrived in Vokun, he considered himself an independent adventurer. A rather blunt letter from a representative of the Archmage himself evoked creative images of carrot and stick as they offered guild membership or blacklisting from every arcane merchant of meaning in the city. Sylbrix took the job, and has risen through the ranks over the course of years.
Motive: he's looking to be a wizard of renown, unraveling mysteries and experiencing a wild, incredible adventure on the Hole.
Description: Sylbrix is a man with hair gone prematurely silver, and a short beard to match. His eyes are pale blue, and he'd be an attractive "silver fox" if not for a near constant scowl and a habit for smoking cigars. He dresses like an outdoorsman in an LL Bean catalogue, with function but mostly form in the cargo pants and enchanted pullover (cloak of protection).
Prompt: Guild Hall.
"Pardon me, I'm sure it was my mistake. How are you? I'm Sylbrix. Platinum member of the guild, in good standing of course."
Insight 9
Paladin - warforged - orange
"A pleasure to have you along, Noren." Jackson nodded, in part reassuring himself this had been a good decision. He turned his attention back to the paper again, mumbling as he read.
"Now let's see what we've got here... Saber Tooth Tigers...okay... you seen 'Tigers before? Morbek... uh huh, lovely town... a month ago... okay... oh my, three hunting parties and a dozen people?" His eyes widened, a touch of urgency coloring his voice. "Well we'd certainly better head out before anyone else gets eaten... hrmm... actually, 'not eaten' it says... how peculiar... you think it's strange too, right Noren? Hmm..." he trailed off, searching his memory for any facts he knew of Saber Tooth Tigers.
He had never encountered them himself, having only contended with a few hungry leopards and group of particularly nasty Crag Cats in his travels. Certainly the felines that had caused trouble in the past were looking for a meal, but there was something different this time.