"Well, I would have to take you to the archivist, he's holding onto it for safekeeping..." She seems pretty nervous. It doesn't seem like she wants to take you there. 

(You can try to persuade her and roll for it.)

Dyoken drops his guard, surprised by the unintentionally potent reaction. "Dear lord, man. I'm not going to harm you or your family, I'm just trying to find out what these god damn god coins are truly worth... And thank you for the dagger." He slips the weapon under the back of his belt.

"Ahh," the old elf breathes a sigh of relief, "Sonny, you really need to watch out. I nearly had a heart attack! In truth, these coins are hard to determine the value of. They seem unique, but they could have been made by hand or magic... They seem to weigh as much as a gold coin, so honestly it is fair at least that far." He strokes his beard in thought, "A God gave these to you? What God? Your human god, Arcturus? Haha..."

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"Well, I would have to take you to the archivist, he's holding onto it for safekeeping..." She seems pretty nervous. It doesn't seem like she wants to take you there. 

(You can try to persuade her and roll for it.)

 Given that Luthok seemed to want this book, Muireach sighs. His desire to avoid any extra effort has been overwhelmed by his desire to not have to decide where to go next. Persuasion: 11. “I mean, we can if you want. If it’s a big deal or something, we don’t really need it I guess...”

"I think it might be best if you wait for the scribes to finish their work," the librarian nods, "Thank you for understanding!"

Muireach shrugs, “No problem...” Muireach would actually like to look over some of those theoretical books on the planes. I use ‘like’ loosely here.

"Nah, some ancient lady god. Liesuna? I'm not great with names..." 

"Bloody knife-ears and their hoity-toity dancing lines they call writing..." He is obviously angry about it, but chooses not to take out his anger on the poor feline woman. Luthok grabs the book about the plague and shows it to the librarian. "This here is what i'm looking for. At least similar books. Would be pleased if you could bring it to me over there." He hints to a nearby table where he walks over to and starts flipping through the book. He says to Muireach while walking. "This plague ravaged the land about a 100 years ago. Interesting stuff, considering everything." He puts on a couple of cracked, rectangular reading glasses already missing one of the arms so they hang askew on his face. Opening the first page he starts reading more thoroughly.

"Ancient lady god Liesuna? Doesn't ring a bell," The antique shop owner rubs his beard pensively. "Tell you what, hand me 10 gold suns, and I'll offer you a tip. After all, you scared the daylights out of me, young'un. I might know a guy who can help you."

The cat librarian directs Muireach to books on planes. There really aren't very many on the shelf, it would seem. You have a few options:

Manual of the Planes (3rd Edition, Circa 1028)
Essential Summonings
Conjuration and you
A Guide to the Ethereal
Domestic Defense Against Interplanar Creatures
Chaotic vs. Lawful Planes: A Treatise for the Center Path

"Oh sure, sir," the librarian nods to Luthok and hands him about three more books. "Now if you will excuse me..." She seems to scurry off before any of you can ask for more help. The other titles all seem to cover that same plague, though it seems they mention it more as a footnote. The most information is located in the book Luthok has pulled out.

The Great Plague of 1150

 As Luthok reads, Vivi seems to find a book of her own nearby and reads it quietly at Luthok's table.

Luthok looks over his spectacles at Vivi. "Think you might've had the plague lass, all those years ago. Nothing special about that really, a lot of people had it." He keeps on reading for a few more minutes and puts the books aside. "Since we're here we might as well read up on some necromancy. The books might be outdated, but this is a 100 years we are talking about so they might be better. You're free to follow or stay, i'll be back in a few."

He looks for a librarian to show him where he could find some books on necromancy, with mentions the process of prolonging a lifespan or even without them. The mushrooms slowly tearing down his body seem to have some necromantic elements to them after all.

Luthok runs into a fuzzy kobold, which of course, is nothing like a scaly kobold. Its fur is a golden color and its ears are perked up. It isn't until it speaks that Luthok can tell it's gender, "Oh oh, you want necromancy books?" The fuzzy kobold wags his fluffy, curved tail a mile a minute. "Well, I'd love to help you, really, I would love to, but unfortunately, those are all being borrowed by, well, they are being borrowed by our odd patron. He is a regular, but he always holds our books too long. We want to send our couriers out to fetch these books, but they are too frightened. I am frightened too. He smells quite bad. You smell a bit too, but more like nature. Not really too bad."

(Fuzzy Kobolds are basically dog people! Height wise, the same as regular kobolds.)

"NOTHING, I don't get ANY groundbreaking information." Luthoks face grows dark red again. "Where is this patron of yours located? I would like to teach him a thing or two about hogging books." Luthok shakes his staff at the kobold as he finishes his sentence. 

The kobolds eyes follow the staff, and his tail stops wagging. "Oh, his name is Urich the Strange..." His eyes stay on the staff even after Luthok is done waving it around. "Let me get you his address. I know we would be so happy if you threw- err, if you got those books back."

The kobold gives Luthok an address which he recognizes as being near the Shepherd Manor. The areas nearby are considered fairly hoity-toity by our adventurer's standards. 

"Good boy. Thanks." The word boy drags a little longer than preferable and sounds confused. Luthok felt it was right to say it, but kind of wrong in a "I am fulfilling a furries dreams" kind of way. He finds Vivi again and asks her to come with him. They sit down at a table near the exit, waiting for the address and for Muireach to finish his reading. "Someone's hogging the books I need lassie. I think we should pay him a visit later and let him know that you don't keep books for so long they're overdue. That guy has no respect, and respect is important." 

"Well that was interesting. Do you have any books, or anything else here of interest to a halfling?" asks Merrick without guile.

Muireach will read the Manual or the Planes, then when Luthok heads out to meet will the necromancer, he will follow.

Dyoken pulls 10 suns from his pouch and sets the on the counter for the shop keeper, as he leans in for the gossip.

Muireach is able to read a little bit about the planes in the short time he is here. (Roll a general INT Check so I can determine how much of a gist you get, unless you want to take the book with you.)

Vivi looks up at Luthok and nods. "Respect is important," she repeats. She takes her book to the kobold librarian and hands it to him politely. "Respect."

"Arro? Yes, thank you, child." He tilts his head, causing his ears to flop to that side. 

"Hoh hoh, is this a joke, my dear?" Ashe begins to lead him down some aisles. "This is 'The Memorial Library of the Late-And-Great Fiona Brown'! Fiona, famed halfling, left quite the collection of works to us, I would be happy to show you to them."

"Thanks, sonny," the old elvish man chuckles as he takes out a small, ornate box and places the coins within. "My son is a member of the archaeological society. I think if you went to them, you'd find out more. They eat this shit up, to be honest. They might even know a collector or two that could take the coins off your hands for more than their worth just to have a taste of some ancient stuff. They are located north of Lusewe Gardens, in the part of town that has been sectioned off if you haven't heard. My son's name is Ivsaar Reymenor. Tell him his pa sent you."

Suddenly, the lantern comes on and glows red.

Luthok almost jumps from surprise as the lantern starts glowing. He shouts out into the library. "Oy! "Mr. Hero-king" knife-ear. Main entrance, now!" He stares at the lantern in disbelief before looking towards Vivi. "You see this too, right?"


He puts one hand on his staff and looks around for any sign of undead. Perception: 4

Muireach closes the book and walks over, “Yeah? What’cha need? Oh... yeah that’s probably not good.”