“Fellow adventurers. Plan carefully as we embark upon this escapade. We will be following the river north until we arrive in the highlands. In my experience the water draws out the most foul beasts. Once we arrive in the highlands we will be leaving the blessed forest scape for the drafty under dark and will need adequate lighting and provisions. The map also shows us traveling close to feyland so our path leads us into countless experiences. Do not be caught unaware.”
Erolith continues to actively scan to see if the group is being followed. “Pardon my paranoia. I am much more at home amongst the trees and under the canopy of the eternal blue sky.”
"My dear Erolith, you have nothing to apologize for," The Black Rose said with a big grin. Then he looked thoughtful for a moment, his expression almost turning sad as he continued, "Where one feels at home is where one should be...." But he quickly gathered himself again, saying, "Of course, we need to be careful, but that doesn't mean we can't enjoy this fine day." He took a deep breath through his nose and exclaimed, "Can't you smell the adventure in the air?"
As you walk your winding path downhill from the Riverkin's Arms, a fresh morning breeze stirs your hair and spirits, bearing just the faintest tinge of salt from the distant Bay of Spirits. The directions you were given to the shop of Tiquisi Nienatho and the smithy of "my friend Glynogan" were eerily similar, and you soon see why. Nienatho's shop is halfway down Lochllanych Lane, the foot of which entwines into Little Twyrch Tywyth Street on the other side of the road from Glynogan's smithy. You are currently standing at the head of Lochllanych Lane and would pass Nienatho's shop on your way to the smithy.
As they approach Nienatho's shop, Tarton says, "I'll watch from outside. I don't want my need to test myself to affect our patron's friends." and before they get to the shop he tries to hide in the crowd, if there is one, and moves to an ally or some other low lit area (again if possible) to watch the shop front from the shadows on the smithy side of the street, looking back. If there is nothing for him to conceal himself, he'll just stand 10 feet past the entrance to the shop and watch the street openly.
Upon hearing Erolith mention feylands, Artifex perks up, murmuring a poem in elvish as they walk alongside each other.
"Nielen dath chas / syl'el Len ava, len lyth Ernath nar lareth"
It glances at Erolith, a glint of curiosity in their eyes, switching to common. "You seem quite wary of the Faelands. Does treading so close to Durmista not excite you, Ar'aral?"
Erolith relaxes slightly and the twinge of a smile appears at the mention and hearing the elven dialect. “Indeed it does. Come, let’s see what this store is about.” He gestures towards the shop and enters.
As you step into the Wonderarium of Tiquisy Nienatho, a scent of spice and shadows swirls around you. Mingled with it is the smell of places far and near, individual scales of scent too fractaled together to distinguish where from where but the whole giving the sense of a spread-out map covering full half of the world of Sauvogia whence you (mostly) were born. A rack of bottles of all shapes, sizes and colors glitters behind the counter, and a compendious assemblage of all sorts of gear is to be glimpsed through the stockroom doors on the smithy side of this rack. The proprietor, a middle-aged satyr woman whose charcoal-brown hair is gathered in three braids which are then intertwined and coiled into a crested helmet atop her head, turns to welcome you as you enter. She throws her arms wide:
"Welcome, welcome to the Wonderarium of Tiquisi Nienatho! You will of course have heard of my world famous artistry and come to secure some of my wares? Ah, but I have so much more than my own special metier to offer! I have contacts among the finest artisans in all the guilds, so naturally I am able to carry a wide variety of excellently crafted goods of all types. I'd even have some ironmongery if that sorehead Glynogan didn't keep saying, :"A bet's a bet!" like he's always ..." She notices she's drifting off the subject of how much of your coin would be required as a token of esteem before she might deign to allow you to obtain samples of her wondrous wares, and clears her throat momentarily. "I'm certain I'll have something eminently suitable for whatever purpose you might have in mind. And given the first-rate quality of the wares you will be getting, I assure you my prices are not in the slightest bit unreasonable, contrary to whatever rumours you may have heard of the malicious gossip spread by my more ... unscrupulous ... competitors. It's not only their prices that are cheap, I assure you. Indeed they hardly know a good bit of work from a bad, though they usually have a good notion of the current market value; and they can't make a thing for themselves, not even mend a little loose ... ah, but I digress. Whatever you need, I can supply it to you! Either myself personally, right now, or through my contacts in a week or two at the most! What can I do you for?
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OOC: Post lists of whatever (non armor/weapon) items you might like to ask the good satyr if she's carrying for you to purchase, as well as anything else you say or do
Erolith steps forward and bows low to the storekeeper.
“Well met and good day. My name is Erolith Nightshade of the wood elves and I, along with the rest of the party, accept your gracious hospitality. We prepare for a short excursion into the north hills along the riverside and seek provisions to assist us along the way.”
”Might you have any healing potions available? Additionally, do you have any knowledge of the hillside north of the city? Any knowledge you could share would be most appreciated to assist our journey.”
A concerned look crosses Tiquisy's face when you mention the north hills along the riverside, and she hesitates. "Ah .. north along the riverside. North you say. Not northEAST? You're not headed far enough for the river to loop northeastwards towards ... ?" She pushes her loose sleeves up far enough to rub her arms nervously, and you admire the indigo and gold tattoos twining up her arms in abstract, flowing vine-shapes which flower -- as it were - into bracelets of curving crescent moons. Or perhaps they're meant to evoke the claws of a displacer beast ... the blue-black of the indigo is just about the color those legendary creatures' hides are said to be, and the gold is a fair approximation of the hue of their eyes. After a moment she recovers her composure.
"I can't say I know much about the hills directly north of Llandovion until you come to the Carnival grounds and environs. Lots of fun folk there, that's where I came from actually, wandered around the worlds with Mister Witch and Mister Light for quite some time actually but then I met Phipnaxi there ... Phipnaxi Leewamba, you might have made her acquaintance? ... and she told me what incredible crafters her people were and that was it for me! I mean, usually when you find a world with fine crafters they're all dwarves and dwarves won't teach you ANYTHING! Anyway, by that point you've got pretty far northwest of Llandovion. East of the grounds, straight north from here, it's pretty bleak. Once you leave Abyrstwyth and Ulvsnesshjolm behind you're pretty much in goblin territory, as much as you can be said to be in any territory at all beyond just the general Northern Wilderness. I'd definitely recommend stocking up on healing cordials. Not much grows there that's fit for a field poultice even and you'd have to come halfway back to Llandovion before you run across a town big enough to have an apothecary." She takes down a case from the shelves and brings it over to show you. Nine small bottles rest in its velvet-padded compartments. The top three are all similar; they are dull red except when Tiquisy sets down the case and the bottles are slightly shaken, when you see faint glimmers swirling through the liquid. The next three are red also; one pulses slowly with dull light; and two have tiny bubbles of light sparkling up through them like fine champagne. The bottom three are green and have various things floating in the middle of the bottle, respectively from right to left: a tuft of fur, a tattered and shredded clump of grey fibers, and a pitted-looking green scale whose edges look half-dissolved away.
OOC: I won't go through the business with the in-world names unless you really want, but: the three top bottles are potion of healings that cost 10 gold cyfreith each. Of the middle three bottles, each of the ones with the sparkly bubbles of light is an [ item]elixir of health[/item] for 20 cyfreith; and the pulsing red one is a [ item]potion of vitality[/item] that will also heal 1d4 points of damage immediately, for 40. The green bottles are various antidotes you really hope you won't need: blood of the lycanthrope, mummy rot and thessalotoxin, respectively. Each of those costs 50 cyfreith.
I want to remind everyone at this point that Mr. Leewamba offered to cover half your purchases at these shops up to a limit of 20 cyfreith on purchases of up to 40, if you mentioned that fact to the shopkeeper when making the purchases -- and to clarify that he offered this to each of you, rather than offering 20 total for the group as my post at the time may have made it seem. So if you want to ask for the discount, your out of pocket costs will be:
Potion of healing: 5 gold
Elixir of health: 10 gold
Potion of vitality: 20 gold
Antidotes: 50 gold (over Mr. Leewamba's limt, so you pay full price)
Erolith mentions the arrangements created by Mr. Leewamba and purchases one (1) Potion of Healing and one (1) Elixir of Health. He hands the storekeeper 15 gold pieces.
The Black Rose walks over to the counter and says, "I would like one healing potion, please." He places 5 gold on the table. "I also have an agreement with Mr. Leewamba."
The Black Rose then turns to the others and says, "Also, might I suggest using some of our first stipend to buy an antidote for lycanthrope blood? I have a feeling we might need it with our new friend on the team."
"Im part of their agreement." Artifex says, nodding at the other two. "Just an elixir of health please." They slide over ten gold, as well as an unusual silver coin with the words -Gringotts bank- stamped onto it. "Consider that a tip, one explorer of realms to another. Sweet water and light laughter find you friend."
The Black Rose walks over to the counter and says, "I would like one healing potion, please." He places 5 gold on the table. "I also have an agreement with Mr. Leewamba."
The Black Rose then turns to the others and says, "Also, might I suggest using some of our first stipend to buy an antidote for lycanthrope blood? I have a feeling we might need it with our new friend on the team."
“That is a fine yet unsettling idea, Black Rose. I hesitate to spend more before visiting our next vendor but I feel you may be correct in your assertion,” Erolith states.
"Im part of their agreement." Artifex says, nodding at the other two. "Just an elixir of health please." They slide over ten gold, as well as an unusual silver coin with the words -Gringotts bank- stamped onto it. "Consider that a tip, one explorer of realms to another. Sweet water and light laughter find you friend."
Tiquisy smiles and bows. "And may your leaps land you in the most interesting of places" She gracefully collects the offered coins, drops them into a silk purse at her side and turns back to you. Extracting the requisite bottles from the box, she hands each purchaser their new cordial(s). "Is there anything else I can do for you today?"
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Famh Thrawn Fiadhaich - 'half elven' sorcerer (wild magic) 2, Sleeping Gods - A Dragon Warriors campaign in the Lands of Legend
Quspira Inirali - tiefling cleric (Life domain) 4, Painted's "He'll be the father of my child"
---RETIRED HEROES' REST HOME---
Sae Ivui Nailo - wood elf rogue (inquisitive) 5 , Sea of Death: Captain Hailstorm's Lost Treasure
Ryshraxea "Shra" Naranthi - tabaxi artificer 1, Nyx's Tomb of Annihilation - Group 1
Artifex glances down at the satyr's tattoos, recognition seeming to glint in their eyes for a moment. "Such beautiful designs... Do you do your own tattoos faern?" It looks at Tiquisy, genuine curiosity in their eyes, as it absentmindedly trace one of their own tattoos, the one on its forearm, the alchemical symbol for earth.
The Black Rose nodded to the others, "I hope we do not regret it," then turned to the door. But then, he turned back again and said, "Oh, we almost forgot." The Black Rose put 4 gold pieces on the counter and asked, "Can I get as many rations as I can for this?"
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“Fellow adventurers. Plan carefully as we embark upon this escapade. We will be following the river north until we arrive in the highlands. In my experience the water draws out the most foul beasts. Once we arrive in the highlands we will be leaving the blessed forest scape for the drafty under dark and will need adequate lighting and provisions. The map also shows us traveling close to feyland so our path leads us into countless experiences. Do not be caught unaware.”
Erolith continues to actively scan to see if the group is being followed. “Pardon my paranoia. I am much more at home amongst the trees and under the canopy of the eternal blue sky.”
"My dear Erolith, you have nothing to apologize for," The Black Rose said with a big grin. Then he looked thoughtful for a moment, his expression almost turning sad as he continued, "Where one feels at home is where one should be...." But he quickly gathered himself again, saying, "Of course, we need to be careful, but that doesn't mean we can't enjoy this fine day." He took a deep breath through his nose and exclaimed, "Can't you smell the adventure in the air?"
As you walk your winding path downhill from the Riverkin's Arms, a fresh morning breeze stirs your hair and spirits, bearing just the faintest tinge of salt from the distant Bay of Spirits. The directions you were given to the shop of Tiquisi Nienatho and the smithy of "my friend Glynogan" were eerily similar, and you soon see why. Nienatho's shop is halfway down Lochllanych Lane, the foot of which entwines into Little Twyrch Tywyth Street on the other side of the road from Glynogan's smithy. You are currently standing at the head of Lochllanych Lane and would pass Nienatho's shop on your way to the smithy.
Famh Thrawn Fiadhaich - 'half elven' sorcerer (wild magic) 2, Sleeping Gods - A Dragon Warriors campaign in the Lands of Legend
Quspira Inirali - tiefling cleric (Life domain) 4, Painted's "He'll be the father of my child"
---RETIRED HEROES' REST HOME---
Sae Ivui Nailo - wood elf rogue (inquisitive) 5 , Sea of Death: Captain Hailstorm's Lost Treasure
Ryshraxea "Shra" Naranthi - tabaxi artificer 1, Nyx's Tomb of Annihilation - Group 1
As they approach Nienatho's shop, Tarton says, "I'll watch from outside. I don't want my need to test myself to affect our patron's friends." and before they get to the shop he tries to hide in the crowd, if there is one, and moves to an ally or some other low lit area (again if possible) to watch the shop front from the shadows on the smithy side of the street, looking back. If there is nothing for him to conceal himself, he'll just stand 10 feet past the entrance to the shop and watch the street openly.
Upon hearing Erolith mention feylands, Artifex perks up, murmuring a poem in elvish as they walk alongside each other.
"Nielen dath chas / syl'el
Len ava, len lyth
Ernath nar lareth"
It glances at Erolith, a glint of curiosity in their eyes, switching to common. "You seem quite wary of the Faelands. Does treading so close to Durmista not excite you, Ar'aral?"
Erolith relaxes slightly and the twinge of a smile appears at the mention and hearing the elven dialect. “Indeed it does. Come, let’s see what this store is about.” He gestures towards the shop and enters.
The Black Rose steps into the shop as well.
As you step into the Wonderarium of Tiquisy Nienatho, a scent of spice and shadows swirls around you. Mingled with it is the smell of places far and near, individual scales of scent too fractaled together to distinguish where from where but the whole giving the sense of a spread-out map covering full half of the world of Sauvogia whence you (mostly) were born. A rack of bottles of all shapes, sizes and colors glitters behind the counter, and a compendious assemblage of all sorts of gear is to be glimpsed through the stockroom doors on the smithy side of this rack. The proprietor, a middle-aged satyr woman whose charcoal-brown hair is gathered in three braids which are then intertwined and coiled into a crested helmet atop her head, turns to welcome you as you enter. She throws her arms wide:
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OOC: Post lists of whatever (non armor/weapon) items you might like to ask the good satyr if she's carrying for you to purchase, as well as anything else you say or do
Famh Thrawn Fiadhaich - 'half elven' sorcerer (wild magic) 2, Sleeping Gods - A Dragon Warriors campaign in the Lands of Legend
Quspira Inirali - tiefling cleric (Life domain) 4, Painted's "He'll be the father of my child"
---RETIRED HEROES' REST HOME---
Sae Ivui Nailo - wood elf rogue (inquisitive) 5 , Sea of Death: Captain Hailstorm's Lost Treasure
Ryshraxea "Shra" Naranthi - tabaxi artificer 1, Nyx's Tomb of Annihilation - Group 1
Erolith steps forward and bows low to the storekeeper.
“Well met and good day. My name is Erolith Nightshade of the wood elves and I, along with the rest of the party, accept your gracious hospitality. We prepare for a short excursion into the north hills along the riverside and seek provisions to assist us along the way.”
”Might you have any healing potions available? Additionally, do you have any knowledge of the hillside north of the city? Any knowledge you could share would be most appreciated to assist our journey.”
A concerned look crosses Tiquisy's face when you mention the north hills along the riverside, and she hesitates. "Ah .. north along the riverside. North you say. Not northEAST? You're not headed far enough for the river to loop northeastwards towards ... ?" She pushes her loose sleeves up far enough to rub her arms nervously, and you admire the indigo and gold tattoos twining up her arms in abstract, flowing vine-shapes which flower -- as it were - into bracelets of curving crescent moons. Or perhaps they're meant to evoke the claws of a displacer beast ... the blue-black of the indigo is just about the color those legendary creatures' hides are said to be, and the gold is a fair approximation of the hue of their eyes. After a moment she recovers her composure.
"I can't say I know much about the hills directly north of Llandovion until you come to the Carnival grounds and environs. Lots of fun folk there, that's where I came from actually, wandered around the worlds with Mister Witch and Mister Light for quite some time actually but then I met Phipnaxi there ... Phipnaxi Leewamba, you might have made her acquaintance? ... and she told me what incredible crafters her people were and that was it for me! I mean, usually when you find a world with fine crafters they're all dwarves and dwarves won't teach you ANYTHING! Anyway, by that point you've got pretty far northwest of Llandovion. East of the grounds, straight north from here, it's pretty bleak. Once you leave Abyrstwyth and Ulvsnesshjolm behind you're pretty much in goblin territory, as much as you can be said to be in any territory at all beyond just the general Northern Wilderness. I'd definitely recommend stocking up on healing cordials. Not much grows there that's fit for a field poultice even and you'd have to come halfway back to Llandovion before you run across a town big enough to have an apothecary." She takes down a case from the shelves and brings it over to show you. Nine small bottles rest in its velvet-padded compartments. The top three are all similar; they are dull red except when Tiquisy sets down the case and the bottles are slightly shaken, when you see faint glimmers swirling through the liquid. The next three are red also; one pulses slowly with dull light; and two have tiny bubbles of light sparkling up through them like fine champagne. The bottom three are green and have various things floating in the middle of the bottle, respectively from right to left: a tuft of fur, a tattered and shredded clump of grey fibers, and a pitted-looking green scale whose edges look half-dissolved away.
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Artifex: roll for Arcana
Famh Thrawn Fiadhaich - 'half elven' sorcerer (wild magic) 2, Sleeping Gods - A Dragon Warriors campaign in the Lands of Legend
Quspira Inirali - tiefling cleric (Life domain) 4, Painted's "He'll be the father of my child"
---RETIRED HEROES' REST HOME---
Sae Ivui Nailo - wood elf rogue (inquisitive) 5 , Sea of Death: Captain Hailstorm's Lost Treasure
Ryshraxea "Shra" Naranthi - tabaxi artificer 1, Nyx's Tomb of Annihilation - Group 1
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OOC: I won't go through the business with the in-world names unless you really want, but: the three top bottles are potion of healings that cost 10 gold cyfreith each. Of the middle three bottles, each of the ones with the sparkly bubbles of light is an [ item]elixir of health[/item] for 20 cyfreith; and the pulsing red one is a [ item]potion of vitality[/item] that will also heal 1d4 points of damage immediately, for 40. The green bottles are various antidotes you really hope you won't need: blood of the lycanthrope, mummy rot and thessalotoxin, respectively. Each of those costs 50 cyfreith.
I want to remind everyone at this point that Mr. Leewamba offered to cover half your purchases at these shops up to a limit of 20 cyfreith on purchases of up to 40, if you mentioned that fact to the shopkeeper when making the purchases -- and to clarify that he offered this to each of you, rather than offering 20 total for the group as my post at the time may have made it seem. So if you want to ask for the discount, your out of pocket costs will be:
Famh Thrawn Fiadhaich - 'half elven' sorcerer (wild magic) 2, Sleeping Gods - A Dragon Warriors campaign in the Lands of Legend
Quspira Inirali - tiefling cleric (Life domain) 4, Painted's "He'll be the father of my child"
---RETIRED HEROES' REST HOME---
Sae Ivui Nailo - wood elf rogue (inquisitive) 5 , Sea of Death: Captain Hailstorm's Lost Treasure
Ryshraxea "Shra" Naranthi - tabaxi artificer 1, Nyx's Tomb of Annihilation - Group 1
"ooooh pretty." Artifex says, watching the bubbles.
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Arcana check: 11
Erolith mentions the arrangements created by Mr. Leewamba and purchases one (1) Potion of Healing and one (1) Elixir of Health. He hands the storekeeper 15 gold pieces.
”A pleasure doing business with you.”
The Black Rose walks over to the counter and says, "I would like one healing potion, please." He places 5 gold on the table. "I also have an agreement with Mr. Leewamba."
The Black Rose then turns to the others and says, "Also, might I suggest using some of our first stipend to buy an antidote for lycanthrope blood? I have a feeling we might need it with our new friend on the team."
"Im part of their agreement." Artifex says, nodding at the other two. "Just an elixir of health please." They slide over ten gold, as well as an unusual silver coin with the words -Gringotts bank- stamped onto it. "Consider that a tip, one explorer of realms to another. Sweet water and light laughter find you friend."
“That is a fine yet unsettling idea, Black Rose. I hesitate to spend more before visiting our next vendor but I feel you may be correct in your assertion,” Erolith states.
Tiquisy smiles and bows. "And may your leaps land you in the most interesting of places" She gracefully collects the offered coins, drops them into a silk purse at her side and turns back to you. Extracting the requisite bottles from the box, she hands each purchaser their new cordial(s). "Is there anything else I can do for you today?"
Famh Thrawn Fiadhaich - 'half elven' sorcerer (wild magic) 2, Sleeping Gods - A Dragon Warriors campaign in the Lands of Legend
Quspira Inirali - tiefling cleric (Life domain) 4, Painted's "He'll be the father of my child"
---RETIRED HEROES' REST HOME---
Sae Ivui Nailo - wood elf rogue (inquisitive) 5 , Sea of Death: Captain Hailstorm's Lost Treasure
Ryshraxea "Shra" Naranthi - tabaxi artificer 1, Nyx's Tomb of Annihilation - Group 1
“I think we are ready to travel to the other vendor Mr. Leewamba directed us to. Thank you for your hospitality.”
Erolith glacés at the other party members and then leaves the shop.
Artifex glances down at the satyr's tattoos, recognition seeming to glint in their eyes for a moment. "Such beautiful designs... Do you do your own tattoos faern?" It looks at Tiquisy, genuine curiosity in their eyes, as it absentmindedly trace one of their own tattoos, the one on its forearm, the alchemical symbol for earth.
The Black Rose nodded to the others, "I hope we do not regret it," then turned to the door. But then, he turned back again and said, "Oh, we almost forgot." The Black Rose put 4 gold pieces on the counter and asked, "Can I get as many rations as I can for this?"