Virion lowers his tea and looks throughly unimpressed by the scquabble amongst the apprentices.
“As I said, you are all being heavily scrutinized by the guild. If you will fight amongst yourselves, do it in private, and for the love of what you all hold dear, do not let it affect your efficiency when you are on the mission.”
Temmet carried on from Virion’s semi lecture.
“It would be embarrassing for all involved if you let the perps get away or something because you couldn’t trust others to have your back. We arnt treasure hunters, we arnt lone wolves, we are all a team. In this business, if you can’t trust your teammates, you will all end up dead and scattered in some creepy guys collection of pickled body parts or something. Take these two love birds-“ He says with a flick at a surprised Virion and Cherche- “According to everything I could dig up, these two have accomplished more togeather then most people twice their age. The only reason they haven’t been promoted yet is because people don’t want them to be promoted.”
”Let me let you all in, in a little secret.” He says with a lowered voice and a significant look at all those gathered at the table. “They want you all to fail. Why do you think the first test group for this international project consists of a mercenary, a woman who literally just showed up at the building without any form of identification or even references, and even a Goblin Wizard?” He states passionately, pointing to Monolith, Crispy, and Arc in turn.
“No offense to any of you of course” He quickly adds. “But theres a Million other candidates they could have nominated. They want the peace talks to waver for some reason, and I intend to find out why.”
He straightens up in his chair claps his hand together, all of the previous seriousness gone.
“So we’re all gonna do our best to prove them wrong, and be bestest of friends right? You all have the next few hours to yourselves, explore the town a bit! It’s not as much of a shithole as it seems. Split up, or travel as a group, I don’t care, but let’s have our Zofian guests have someone to help guide them around okay? International corporation and all that. Meet back here around sunset, and I’ll lead you all on a field trip to the police center so we can get a good look at these demons.”
He pulls a variety of slightly large pouches from his back pack and spreads them around the group.
“200 gold each, this is coming from your final pay, so don’t ***** to me about it later. If you want more for whatever reason, it’s coming out of your final pay as well. I’m limiting you all at 500, and I want a good reason for extra withdrawals! Now get going, buy some fancy nic knaks, I’ll be here probably.” That was an obvious dismissal for you all.
Tens of seconds after the question, the same anorexic dark skinned girl from earlier shows up with your drink, and a few others that people probably ordered from around the table, including several shots of something colorful for Temmet, and another steaming tea for Virion. She can seem to sense the hostility radiating off Monolith, and is visibly trembling, setting the tray down at the table so that she doesn’t accidentally drop the drinks.
Those who bothered to look can tell she can’t be more then sixteen years of age, and is wearing an customary iron wristband, glowing faintly with magic, that indicates she’s a slave of the owner of this establishment. Those from Zofia have of course heard of this ‘normallity’ in Valm, but for most of you, it’s the first time actually seeing one up close.
Virion accepts his drink with a smile at the slavegirl, eyes full of pity for the observant, but Cherche quickly snatched it up to again to run diagnostics on the drink.
Tyberius stands up and claps his hands together before announcing, "Well personally, I know of a great magical items shop here in town, Yoga Boba’s Shoppe is one of my favorite stores. Why don't I show whoever wants to go?"
Knowing Crispy could kill Monolith with a well placed strike, she takes the verbal hostility and lets him walk off, completely unimpressed with his behavior. She's beat up men twice his size, and she wasn't intimidated in the least. In any other circumstance, she would teach him a painful lesson, but Temmet had a very good point, they did have to get along and do they job they're being paid for. She decided to take the high road on this one, but first, she made a sarcastic remark about his poor attitude.
"Wow, someone spit in his soup this morning. He's gonna be fun to work with." She says, rolling her eyes and dismissing the whole conversation with him. She turns to Arcrath and Ary. "You two seem normal. Wanna go check some places out? I'm new here, and I haven't really seen much. Might as well hang out and get to know each other?"
She stands and gets up with a look on her face that seems full of mischief and a slight buzz.
"Oh trust me my wizarding friend, having a magical familiar is the best! What is your familiar? Mine's Abigail!" As soon as Tyberius says this, a small crocodile, maybe the size of the average housecat pokes its head out of the bottom of his robes "Isn't she the cutest?"
"Sure, of course. I could use a couple of health potions and a scroll or two if they still sell those" Says Ary while taking the 200 gold from the table. She looks down to find, out of nowhere, Tyberius's small crocodile, Abigail. "Oh my God that's the cutest thing I have seen in a while!" She says as she gets up from the chair, waiting for her new friends to come along and visit Yoga Boba's Shoppe. She kept looking at the anorexic girl from afar in silence. (If there's any marching order going on Ary would like to go in the middle of the group).
"A cat it's going to love the amounts of sand there is to take a shit on" as she leaves the tavern: "Ooh! Or maybe a hyena. That would make sense too... Except if we go up north, a turtle maybe?".
Crispy smiles, amused by this current group, especially how an elf learned to swear like that, but didn't offer any suggestions - she just listened. She had no idea where she was, or how she was going to get home, but the thought preoccupied her, and her smile faded as they passed the customers and went outside. Her normal demeanor was no-nonsense, dark and sarcastic, but these two she walked with now seemed to lighten her mood. She didn't have many friends, in fact, she left a good one back home, and she yearned to return.
Which was funny, because where she came from was far worse than this place.
Yoga Boba's Shoppe is a corner store on the edge of Phero's jeweler's mall, a shopping district somewhat to the south of the large central bazaar.
Other non-magical stores in the mall sell uncut jems, engagement or wedding rings set with polished stones, offices for silver and gold smiths, and everything else one would typically find in a jewelers mall. The actual building of Yoga Boba's is situated comfortably around small buildings that advertise 'Samut's Jem Cutterery', and 'Rhonas Appraisery'.
When you walk in the doorway, a little chime bell rings out an impossibly long tune that actually are just piano notes in a extremely fast cacophony that none of you can recognize. The store is beautifully lit by natural sunlight from a series of floor to wall windows that you all swear were not located outside. The sunlight reflects off of several crystal objects items that are on the shelves, and a very strange chandler that seems to randomly change color, and even luminosity at a rapid pace. The store looks like a antique shop, with random objects located on shelves and tables randomly strewn across the store. The inside seems to be larger then the outside of the shop would seem to suggest.
A quick glance around the shop reviles many curiosity's that are both wonderful and oddly mundane, like a strange black circular ball that has an white 8 stamped on one side, a giant golden gauntlet that has six bright gemstones of different colors implanted in it, several decks of playing cards that all radiate strong and chaotic magic, a literal monkey paw in a pickled jar, a small cube toy that has 9 tiles of smaller squares on each side that looks like you can slide the columns and rows to move around the different colored tiles, a strange cotton shirt that says "Metallica" in very colorful and violent looking lettering, a small purple backpack that has a generic face printed on the front, and a sinister looking code piece that has spikes on both sides, which seems very impractical.
And that's just the tip of the iceberg. There seem's to be more practical things, like potions, scrolls, rings, and even ornate jewel encrusted daggers, but a majority of the store seems to be dedicated to these strange objects.
At first there seemed to be nobody manning the front counter, but in strangely simultaneous group blink of an eye, an old hunched back croon, with deep mocha skin suddenly seems to be peering over a shiny metal looking cash register that was also just appeared. She coo's in a very rusty sounding stereotypical old woman voice-
"Welcome dearies, I am madame Yoga Boba, and this is my shop!" She cackles somewhat manically, but smiles back at all of you sincerely with a grin that is surprisingly perfectly white. "Selling fine items from all over the multiverse! Please browse the shop, prices fluctuate completely randomly so please bring your wares to the front counter to have them appraised for their current value, thievery will be met with your eternal imprisonment in my collection of snow globes!" And suddenly the shelf behind the front counter was suddenly filled with a wide collection of snow-globes, depicting townships and monuments none of your recognize at all.
"Madame Boba! Nice to see you again, I see that you still have that Metallica shirt. I should buy it just to help you get rid of that thing eh? How are you doing babe, tell me everything". Ary says as she gets closer to Boba with the same kind of smile she welcomes the group with.
Boba glances back at Ary with recognition, and give out another sinister cackle. "Ary baby! I didn't recognize you with your newest band of misfits. I'm sure you'll all do fine slaying the demons, I don't remember about this dimension, but the one I met the other day in C-132 had a weakness to Corgi's if that helps." She reminisces fondly, seemingly knowing about your quest despite the fact she has no affliaction with the adventures league, before scowling at the Metallica shirt. "Dammed shirt doesn't sell in any dimension for it's original value. I had to attend their first public concert myself for that thing, had to reattach my ear afterwards! And besides, it has sentimental value to me now as my only unsaleable, doubles the price!" She cackles one more time. She seems to like doing that.
Crispy looks at both of them with mild curiosity, to say the least. She nods in greeting at Boba. Looking at the Metallica t-shirt, she asks, "What's a Metallica? Sounds like a Dwarven chemical. I'll have to ask Chubby about that when I get home." She looks around the shop, clearly interesting in the various wares in the shop, including the black ball with the 8 on it. Her fingers trace the gauntlet with the Infini- I mean, gemstones on them, intrigued.
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Ary sighs while looking at the shirt, she didn't seem to be surprised at the fact that Boba knew the party's actual assignment "Come on don't be that bad with me, you know I'm a regular. Shoot a price at me, come on. Oh, and also, have any of those red sparkly bottles that when consumed they make the user feel a lot better?"
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Crispy smiles and listens to the talk as it goes, ready to provide conversation should it be warranted. This old crone was definitely something different than what she was used to. It made her a bit uneasy.
Ary really wanted that shirt. Something inside her told her to ask. What the heck.
"Will you sell it to me?" She asked casually. "Something for me to take home. What do you say?"
Boba Yoga looks symphathetically at Ary like a favorite granddaughter before cooing- “Ary deary, you know old Boba likes a little bit of teasing, let an old woman have her fun. Also, if I catch you trying to use your super human-elf whatever powers to try to persuade me again, I’ll turn you into a house cat and you can really be a regular at the store!” She cackled once more, though she lacked any real heat or conviction with her words, almost like extremely over the top threats were her way of showing affection. “And don’t treat me like I’m losing my mind, you can say healing potion.” She sweaps her hand and several vials that don’t look like healing potions at all appear on the counter top. “I unfortunately don’t stock the normal brand, you can try your luck with these beauties, some of them should act like healing potions! Buy a few and the shirts yours.”
There is a total of 8 vials. One is as big as a full blown pot, one is literally just a tear dropper, the rest are kind of normal sized. All of them have differing consistencies and colors, one is spewing a foggy mist constantly, another is entirely just bubbles contained in a glass vial, one is literally on fire underneath it’s glass topper, and another cursing in a remarkably high pitcher voice words you would never want your mothers hearing. Another is swirling constantly, despite nothing actually causing the swirling, and the last literally just looks like plain tap water.
Crispy, when you ask the question, a minerature doll set opens up, reveling a series of smaller dolls that contain even smaller dolls. The littlest one opens up and instead of another doll, Yoga Boba’s voice comes out despite the real crone being in mid-conversation with Ary.
”This Crispy dear, is my passion. Worthless knick nacks!” The doll let’s out a very convincing cackle at the same time the real Boba cackles to Ary. “Pick up the eight ball. I’ll give you a few questions for free, use them wisely.” The dolls leap back into their bigger counterparts, and the doll is whole once more, completely silent.
Put your spoiler here.
Crispy, As DM, I rule this post overrules your post asking for the shirt for Ary ;)
Arc, you ask the question, but suddenly find yourself amongst a large shelf filled with spell components. A little post it note is attached to one of the key ingredient bottles that reads ”Diddnt the Zofian mages teach you to not intrude in conversations between loved ones? ;) It’s my job to know things, if you want information, ask your question into that black machine on the shelf behind you, and it will return with you a price for the info.”
And indeed, a black rotary phone, not that your character would know what it actually was, gleamnd innocently back at you.
"What do you mean?" Says in a high pitch voice. "You know i wouldn't dare using that kind of stuff on you sweetie but okay we have a deal, give me uhh... That one that looks like tap water and... the foggy one should do too, how much that would be? Including the shirt of course"
Virion lowers his tea and looks throughly unimpressed by the scquabble amongst the apprentices.
“As I said, you are all being heavily scrutinized by the guild. If you will fight amongst yourselves, do it in private, and for the love of what you all hold dear, do not let it affect your efficiency when you are on the mission.”
Temmet carried on from Virion’s semi lecture.
“It would be embarrassing for all involved if you let the perps get away or something because you couldn’t trust others to have your back. We arnt treasure hunters, we arnt lone wolves, we are all a team. In this business, if you can’t trust your teammates, you will all end up dead and scattered in some creepy guys collection of pickled body parts or something. Take these two love birds-“ He says with a flick at a surprised Virion and Cherche- “According to everything I could dig up, these two have accomplished more togeather then most people twice their age. The only reason they haven’t been promoted yet is because people don’t want them to be promoted.”
”Let me let you all in, in a little secret.” He says with a lowered voice and a significant look at all those gathered at the table. “They want you all to fail. Why do you think the first test group for this international project consists of a mercenary, a woman who literally just showed up at the building without any form of identification or even references, and even a Goblin Wizard?” He states passionately, pointing to Monolith, Crispy, and Arc in turn.
“No offense to any of you of course” He quickly adds. “But theres a Million other candidates they could have nominated. They want the peace talks to waver for some reason, and I intend to find out why.”
He straightens up in his chair claps his hand together, all of the previous seriousness gone.
“So we’re all gonna do our best to prove them wrong, and be bestest of friends right? You all have the next few hours to yourselves, explore the town a bit! It’s not as much of a shithole as it seems. Split up, or travel as a group, I don’t care, but let’s have our Zofian guests have someone to help guide them around okay? International corporation and all that. Meet back here around sunset, and I’ll lead you all on a field trip to the police center so we can get a good look at these demons.”
He pulls a variety of slightly large pouches from his back pack and spreads them around the group.
“200 gold each, this is coming from your final pay, so don’t ***** to me about it later. If you want more for whatever reason, it’s coming out of your final pay as well. I’m limiting you all at 500, and I want a good reason for extra withdrawals! Now get going, buy some fancy nic knaks, I’ll be here probably.” That was an obvious dismissal for you all.
Monolith picks up his sword and re-sheaths it. Looking at cripsy.
Your not worth my time.
He looks around and notices he still hasn't got his beverage.
Where's my drink!
Tens of seconds after the question, the same anorexic dark skinned girl from earlier shows up with your drink, and a few others that people probably ordered from around the table, including several shots of something colorful for Temmet, and another steaming tea for Virion. She can seem to sense the hostility radiating off Monolith, and is visibly trembling, setting the tray down at the table so that she doesn’t accidentally drop the drinks.
Those who bothered to look can tell she can’t be more then sixteen years of age, and is wearing an customary iron wristband, glowing faintly with magic, that indicates she’s a slave of the owner of this establishment. Those from Zofia have of course heard of this ‘normallity’ in Valm, but for most of you, it’s the first time actually seeing one up close.
Virion accepts his drink with a smile at the slavegirl, eyes full of pity for the observant, but Cherche quickly snatched it up to again to run diagnostics on the drink.
Tyberius stands up and claps his hands together before announcing, "Well personally, I know of a great magical items shop here in town, Yoga Boba’s Shoppe is one of my favorite stores. Why don't I show whoever wants to go?"
About time!
Monolith snatches the drink from the tray and downs it in seconds. Before releasing another large belch.
He says, more to himself:
Well, if were going to be fighting demons, i'll be off to find an enchanter to empower my sword some.
He drops the mug down on the tray and walks off.
Marek nods in Tyberius' direction.
"I'll follow. Might have something interesting worth looking at."
DM : The Shade Over Runewarren | Vaelen Gravesong : Shadow of Eternal Night
"Fear is the weight we carry, love is the treasure we bury."
Knowing Crispy could kill Monolith with a well placed strike, she takes the verbal hostility and lets him walk off, completely unimpressed with his behavior. She's beat up men twice his size, and she wasn't intimidated in the least. In any other circumstance, she would teach him a painful lesson, but Temmet had a very good point, they did have to get along and do they job they're being paid for. She decided to take the high road on this one, but first, she made a sarcastic remark about his poor attitude.
"Wow, someone spit in his soup this morning. He's gonna be fun to work with." She says, rolling her eyes and dismissing the whole conversation with him. She turns to Arcrath and Ary. "You two seem normal. Wanna go check some places out? I'm new here, and I haven't really seen much. Might as well hang out and get to know each other?"
She stands and gets up with a look on her face that seems full of mischief and a slight buzz.
"Oh trust me my wizarding friend, having a magical familiar is the best! What is your familiar? Mine's Abigail!" As soon as Tyberius says this, a small crocodile, maybe the size of the average housecat pokes its head out of the bottom of his robes "Isn't she the cutest?"
"Sure, of course. I could use a couple of health potions and a scroll or two if they still sell those" Says Ary while taking the 200 gold from the table. She looks down to find, out of nowhere, Tyberius's small crocodile, Abigail. "Oh my God that's the cutest thing I have seen in a while!" She says as she gets up from the chair, waiting for her new friends to come along and visit Yoga Boba's Shoppe. She kept looking at the anorexic girl from afar in silence. (If there's any marching order going on Ary would like to go in the middle of the group).
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DM: Eliorien, Dark Eras. Adventures in Tal'Dorei.
PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
"That is pretty cute." Crispy smiles as she sees the pet. "Off to Yoga Boba's Shoppe. Shall we?" Crispy takes the lead.
"A cat it's going to love the amounts of sand there is to take a shit on" as she leaves the tavern: "Ooh! Or maybe a hyena. That would make sense too... Except if we go up north, a turtle maybe?".
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DM: Eliorien, Dark Eras. Adventures in Tal'Dorei.
PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
Crispy smiles, amused by this current group, especially how an elf learned to swear like that, but didn't offer any suggestions - she just listened. She had no idea where she was, or how she was going to get home, but the thought preoccupied her, and her smile faded as they passed the customers and went outside. Her normal demeanor was no-nonsense, dark and sarcastic, but these two she walked with now seemed to lighten her mood. She didn't have many friends, in fact, she left a good one back home, and she yearned to return.
Which was funny, because where she came from was far worse than this place.
Yoga Boba's Shoppe is a corner store on the edge of Phero's jeweler's mall, a shopping district somewhat to the south of the large central bazaar.
Other non-magical stores in the mall sell uncut jems, engagement or wedding rings set with polished stones, offices for silver and gold smiths, and everything else one would typically find in a jewelers mall. The actual building of Yoga Boba's is situated comfortably around small buildings that advertise 'Samut's Jem Cutterery', and 'Rhonas Appraisery'.
When you walk in the doorway, a little chime bell rings out an impossibly long tune that actually are just piano notes in a extremely fast cacophony that none of you can recognize. The store is beautifully lit by natural sunlight from a series of floor to wall windows that you all swear were not located outside. The sunlight reflects off of several crystal objects items that are on the shelves, and a very strange chandler that seems to randomly change color, and even luminosity at a rapid pace. The store looks like a antique shop, with random objects located on shelves and tables randomly strewn across the store. The inside seems to be larger then the outside of the shop would seem to suggest.
A quick glance around the shop reviles many curiosity's that are both wonderful and oddly mundane, like a strange black circular ball that has an white 8 stamped on one side, a giant golden gauntlet that has six bright gemstones of different colors implanted in it, several decks of playing cards that all radiate strong and chaotic magic, a literal monkey paw in a pickled jar, a small cube toy that has 9 tiles of smaller squares on each side that looks like you can slide the columns and rows to move around the different colored tiles, a strange cotton shirt that says "Metallica" in very colorful and violent looking lettering, a small purple backpack that has a generic face printed on the front, and a sinister looking code piece that has spikes on both sides, which seems very impractical.
And that's just the tip of the iceberg. There seem's to be more practical things, like potions, scrolls, rings, and even ornate jewel encrusted daggers, but a majority of the store seems to be dedicated to these strange objects.
At first there seemed to be nobody manning the front counter, but in strangely simultaneous group blink of an eye, an old hunched back croon, with deep mocha skin suddenly seems to be peering over a shiny metal looking cash register that was also just appeared. She coo's in a very rusty sounding stereotypical old woman voice-
"Welcome dearies, I am madame Yoga Boba, and this is my shop!" She cackles somewhat manically, but smiles back at all of you sincerely with a grin that is surprisingly perfectly white. "Selling fine items from all over the multiverse! Please browse the shop, prices fluctuate completely randomly so please bring your wares to the front counter to have them appraised for their current value, thievery will be met with your eternal imprisonment in my collection of snow globes!" And suddenly the shelf behind the front counter was suddenly filled with a wide collection of snow-globes, depicting townships and monuments none of your recognize at all.
"Madame Boba! Nice to see you again, I see that you still have that Metallica shirt. I should buy it just to help you get rid of that thing eh? How are you doing babe, tell me everything". Ary says as she gets closer to Boba with the same kind of smile she welcomes the group with.
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DM: Eliorien, Dark Eras. Adventures in Tal'Dorei.
PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
Boba glances back at Ary with recognition, and give out another sinister cackle. "Ary baby! I didn't recognize you with your newest band of misfits. I'm sure you'll all do fine slaying the demons, I don't remember about this dimension, but the one I met the other day in C-132 had a weakness to Corgi's if that helps." She reminisces fondly, seemingly knowing about your quest despite the fact she has no affliaction with the adventures league, before scowling at the Metallica shirt. "Dammed shirt doesn't sell in any dimension for it's original value. I had to attend their first public concert myself for that thing, had to reattach my ear afterwards! And besides, it has sentimental value to me now as my only unsaleable, doubles the price!" She cackles one more time. She seems to like doing that.
Crispy looks at both of them with mild curiosity, to say the least. She nods in greeting at Boba. Looking at the Metallica t-shirt, she asks, "What's a Metallica? Sounds like a Dwarven chemical. I'll have to ask Chubby about that when I get home." She looks around the shop, clearly interesting in the various wares in the shop, including the black ball with the 8 on it. Her fingers trace the gauntlet with the Infini- I mean, gemstones on them, intrigued.
"What in the Hells IS this place..? She whispers.
Ary sighs while looking at the shirt, she didn't seem to be surprised at the fact that Boba knew the party's actual assignment "Come on don't be that bad with me, you know I'm a regular. Shoot a price at me, come on. Oh, and also, have any of those red sparkly bottles that when consumed they make the user feel a lot better?"
(In case of Persuasion being needed: 20)
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DM: Eliorien, Dark Eras. Adventures in Tal'Dorei.
PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.
Crispy smiles and listens to the talk as it goes, ready to provide conversation should it be warranted. This old crone was definitely something different than what she was used to. It made her a bit uneasy.
Ary really wanted that shirt. Something inside her told her to ask. What the heck.
"Will you sell it to me?" She asked casually. "Something for me to take home. What do you say?"
Crispypersuade: 10
Pff..I tried Ary.
Boba Yoga looks symphathetically at Ary like a favorite granddaughter before cooing- “Ary deary, you know old Boba likes a little bit of teasing, let an old woman have her fun. Also, if I catch you trying to use your super human-elf whatever powers to try to persuade me again, I’ll turn you into a house cat and you can really be a regular at the store!” She cackled once more, though she lacked any real heat or conviction with her words, almost like extremely over the top threats were her way of showing affection. “And don’t treat me like I’m losing my mind, you can say healing potion.” She sweaps her hand and several vials that don’t look like healing potions at all appear on the counter top. “I unfortunately don’t stock the normal brand, you can try your luck with these beauties, some of them should act like healing potions! Buy a few and the shirts yours.”
There is a total of 8 vials. One is as big as a full blown pot, one is literally just a tear dropper, the rest are kind of normal sized. All of them have differing consistencies and colors, one is spewing a foggy mist constantly, another is entirely just bubbles contained in a glass vial, one is literally on fire underneath it’s glass topper, and another cursing in a remarkably high pitcher voice words you would never want your mothers hearing. Another is swirling constantly, despite nothing actually causing the swirling, and the last literally just looks like plain tap water.
Crispy, when you ask the question, a minerature doll set opens up, reveling a series of smaller dolls that contain even smaller dolls. The littlest one opens up and instead of another doll, Yoga Boba’s voice comes out despite the real crone being in mid-conversation with Ary.
”This Crispy dear, is my passion. Worthless knick nacks!” The doll let’s out a very convincing cackle at the same time the real Boba cackles to Ary. “Pick up the eight ball. I’ll give you a few questions for free, use them wisely.” The dolls leap back into their bigger counterparts, and the doll is whole once more, completely silent.
Put your spoiler here.
Crispy, As DM, I rule this post overrules your post asking for the shirt for Ary ;)
Arc, you ask the question, but suddenly find yourself amongst a large shelf filled with spell components. A little post it note is attached to one of the key ingredient bottles that reads ”Diddnt the Zofian mages teach you to not intrude in conversations between loved ones? ;) It’s my job to know things, if you want information, ask your question into that black machine on the shelf behind you, and it will return with you a price for the info.”
And indeed, a black rotary phone, not that your character would know what it actually was, gleamnd innocently back at you.
"What do you mean?" Says in a high pitch voice. "You know i wouldn't dare using that kind of stuff on you sweetie but okay we have a deal, give me uhh... That one that looks like tap water and... the foggy one should do too, how much that would be? Including the shirt of course"
PbP Games in which this Venezuelan is at:
DM: Eliorien, Dark Eras. Adventures in Tal'Dorei.
PLAYER: Meeting at Deepnight as Aeryn Grandlost, Dunes and Dragons as Arelia Lathalas, The Forge of Fury as Lucan Strongheart.