Thuribula nods in agreement with Dabbert's words. "I, too, need to visit the capital. And I am well aware it is treacherous to go alone." Her voice is quiet, again with that sense of resignation. But then she smiles. "I would be happy for company to the black smith. And I shall of course make a stop at the chapel."
"I'll wait here then. I need some time to think about something. But, yes. It's a bad idea to go to the capital alone." Fazil takes out his spellbook, pounding on something.
While Fazil messes with the spellbook he can hear a muffled noise from the book itself.. Longing to be opened.
Thuribula and Dabbert head for the Black Smith it takes a bit of searching even with the direction pointed but they eventually do discover it. (And any who wish to go with them.)
Coming forth they see a man pounding upon an anvil, not a single grunt with every swing. He wipes the sweat from his brow as he see's Dabbert and Thuribula come forth.
"Ahh.. The names Tobias, Tobias Crowe. Come for some steel than I'm sure newcomers."
They can see that he himself does sell splint mail but for the cost of 400 gold. He has breastplate as well for quite the price and Studded Leather for 90 gold. A longsword for 30gold a rapier for 50 gold.. He has steel all over. He looks to Thuribula's chainmail.
"Ahh Elryian metal, pretty but not that tough I reckon."
"Yes, sir, certainly," Thuribula replies to Dabbert, as they set off to search for the blacksmith. "And after I have said my prayers... I would be grateful if we can discuss plans for the capital."
Approaching the blacksmith, the Flamekeeper bows. "Well met, Tobias Crowe, my name is Thuribula." She smiles as he compliments her chainmail. "While we have some brilliant craftsmen in Elyria, war-ready armor isn't really standard issue for the clerical hierarchy... but, if you like it, maybe we can discuss a trade." She unshoulders her backpack and sets it down, beginning to remove the damaged splint armor. "A dear friend who unfortunately no longer needs this passed it along to me. It is damaged, and does not fit me, but I wonder if you would be willing to repair and fit it for me. I can offer you my chainmail tunic in recompense."
Tobias rubs his chin as he looks quietly at the young woman.
"Ahh well the repairs are 50 gold pieces, for that chain mail I can melt it down to something useful.. So for the chain mail 32 gold pieces and 5 silver. Add 17 gold and 5 silver to that mail and you've got yourself a deal Flamekeeper."
Maggwyn heads out with Dabbert and the Flamekeeper, her interest in the young woman needles at her a bit, wondering where she gets her passion. As mention of the church comes up and Dabbert's response she lets out an audible guffaw, but doesn't say anything more.
Once at the blacksmiths, she looks around while the two deal with the armor. Finally she says, "You have beautiful work here. Do you happen to have a shortsword for sale?" She continues to admire what he has out while waiting for a response.
"I do! Great for dual wielding perfectly balanced. 20 Gold per shortsword. I could set you up little one with armor superior as well for a simple one time payment of 90 gold."
While Fazil messes with the spellbook he can hear a muffled noise from the book itself.. Longing to be opened.
Thuribula and Dabbert head for the Black Smith it takes a bit of searching even with the direction pointed but they eventually do discover it. (And any who wish to go with them.)
Coming forth they see a man pounding upon an anvil, not a single grunt with every swing. He wipes the sweat from his brow as he see's Dabbert and Thuribula come forth.
"Ahh.. The names Tobias, Tobias Crowe. Come for some steel than I'm sure newcomers."
They can see that he himself does sell splint mail but for the cost of 400 gold. He has breastplate as well for quite the price and Studded Leather for 90 gold. A longsword for 30gold a rapier for 50 gold.. He has steel all over. He looks to Thuribula's chainmail.
"Ahh Elryian metal, pretty but not that tough I reckon."
"What the..." Fazil look down at this spell in confused, but curious as he open the spellbook to see what's going on.
The book opens with a strange dust and a stranger voice. An exaggerated gasp for "Air" as it's pages flutter and a boisterous voice emanates.
"AHH! FAZIL! SO... You're the reason for existence are you? Been sleeping well? Or too many vision my secretive fellow?! I wanted to speak since forever! You travel with not one.. BUT TWO beautiful women! And yet we hide in the carriage.. Covering our faces! Mageborn don't gotta be boring right? OH AND YOU'LL BE HAPPY to know! You're magic is growing readily! Take some Delirium.. Big but not too big.. You'll know when we see it! Mediate with it on me and you'll... Learn 2nd level magic my friend! So.. Drakkenheim awaits don't you think??? Do ya ?! DO YA!?"
A few passerby look with a mixture of fear and amazement but it only has the children sprawling about giggling at how loud Fazil's book is.
The book opens with a strange dust and a stranger voice. An exaggerated gasp for "Air" as it's pages flutter and a boisterous voice emanates.
"AHH! FAZIL! SO... You're the reason for existence are you? Been sleeping well? Or too many vision my secretive fellow?! I wanted to speak since forever! You travel with not one.. BUT TWO beautiful women! And yet we hide in the carriage.. Covering our faces! Mageborn don't gotta be boring right? OH AND YOU'LL BE HAPPY to know! You're magic is growing readily! Take some Delirium.. Big but not too big.. You'll know when we see it! Mediate with it on me and you'll... Learn 2nd level magic my friend! So.. Drakkenheim awaits don't you think??? Do ya ?! DO YA!?"
A few passerby look with a mixture of fear and amazement but it only has the children sprawling about giggling at how loud Fazil's book is.
"Well... I have read and was taught about something like this happening. I did expect to be an Order of Scribe Wizard. Honestly, I thought I would either be an Evoker or an Illusionist. Nonetheless, Order of Scribe Wizard has more support that I need more than ever. Anyway, back to those questions of yours. In those order. I guess. Same as usual. Yes, I still get visions while sleeping. I know some Mageborns do be boring, but if you recall, I have trouble sleeping, whether from visions or just nightmares in general. So there is no time to deal with those two beautiful women. And that's great news. I'm glad my magic is growing. As for the Delirium, yes, of course. As for learning 2nd level magic... Well, if I just need to meditate on that. Sure. And yes, Drakkenhelm awaits." Fazil spoke up longer than he has ever since he left the academy.
Fazil looks at the passerby, nods at them, and wonders why he got to get a spellbook with a loud personality. Hopefully, the others won't mind this too much.
Fenton following the others, looks around Tobias' shop. "Business appears to be as good as ever, though I do not have much use for any of your wears as I have been blessed by the scared flame. You must here a thing or two about the city and the meteor. What do yoy reason is the truth behind all of it?" As he talks he clumsily bumps into on of the work stations and quickly replaces the things that he mot over
Tobias gives Fenton a very blank expression before rubbing the back of his own head with a slight grunt.
"Ahh.. well truth be told Delirium looks like a fun crafting material but other than that.. I don't have much else to add. I'm a simple man, I can't say why it's here. That's better off with the Academy I think though they left long ago so.. Maybe the Silver order? Or the Falling Fire?"
Meanwhile with Fazil the book begins to chuckle a bit before growing quiet.
Tobias rubs his chin as he looks quietly at the young woman.
"Ahh well the repairs are 50 gold pieces, for that chain mail I can melt it down to something useful.. So for the chain mail 32 gold pieces and 5 silver. Add 17 gold and 5 silver to that mail and you've got yourself a deal Flamekeeper."
"Oh, good sir, I will have to find you something else in trade, I fear, for my vow of poverty forbids me to deal in coin." Thuribula smiles. "All my possessions belong to the commonwealth of the Faith... I am only a steward, here to do the work of the Divine light, to help restore truth, justice, and order."
She turns to listen as Fenton asks Tobias what he thinks of the truth of the meteor. But she holds her tongue this time when Tobias mentions the Falling Fire. Many have been led astray by those heretics... their works are abominations and their teachings lies that trap the unwary. Yet I think this man has not been. He only means to answer Fenton's question. Instead, she says, "The teachings of the Faith are clear, but these teachings are instructions for us, of what is good for us and what is not, not answers to cosmic mysteries held in the palm of the Divine Hearth that we have not ken to understand. Many great mystics and paladins and even sages have wanted to spend their lives in contemplation on those mysteries... but there is also work to be done in a world falling away from it. You are doing excellent work, Tobias, and I commend you. Sometimes the simplest, humblest tasks are the ones that light the greatest number of candles in a dark world."
Sinak follows along, staying mostly silent and observing interactions, listening to the conversations, making mental notes to himself. He’s pleased that his pouch is a little heavier, and that he could provide assistance on their journey. When they arrive at the blacksmith he walks around, fingering the armor, looking at a dagger, but when prices are mentioned he has to resist a sudden intake of air. His eyes widen, and he looks disinterested then, nearly walking away, then turns to the smith and says “By the way, do you know of a merchant named Armin Gainsbury, by chance, and where I could find him?” He looks around, waits to be pointed in the right direction.
Tobias offers a warm smile a red tint to his cheeks as he yells back to the house behind him.
"Ya hear that a Flamekeeper thinks I'll light the world Moira!"
A hearty yet feminine laugh can be heard from within the house with a retort of a "yeah sure." It seems coy and playful in nature as he nods to Thuribula her vow of poverty confuses him greatly but he looks to Dabbert than back to her.
"You're friend can pay the difference or I suppose I could ask for some help... About 3 or 4 delirium chips would be nice. I heard a rumor of a deposit in the city while drinking at the bark and buzzard... Chips and even some larger fragments."
It seems Tobias is willing to tell them where this location could be in Drakkenheim. He looks to Sinak as he views the prices with an intake of air.
"You won't find better prices here in Emberwood but Armin deals more in tools and ways to handle Delirium and he's the main man to sell Delirium to him and Aldor. They are at the Caravan court.. Center of town here I'll mark it for you."
“That’s where I’m headed then. Catch up with me there.” Sinak says generally to the others, he strolls past the weapons one more time, then begins to walk toward the Caravan Court, determined to find Armin Gainsbury. If Fenton or Fazil wish to come and don’t seem interested in the blacksmith’s wares, he invites them along.
Maggwyn is debating on a shortsword when she hears talk of the factions pop up. She sets down the one she was eyeing and asks, "The Academy has left? Do you know where they ran off to?"
Tobias looks to her and offers her a slight shrug about the academy. He thinks for a moment crossing his arms.
"If anything Orson might tell you what he knows. He handles all the the Delirium selling, he's not far from Aldor and Armin but he'll likely charge you for the info. I believe more in being straight forward with my customers myself."
Fazil and Sinak come to the caravan court. Sinak looking for Armin Gainsbury with a purpose and in a short time he managed to do just that.
The place was full of tents.. Wagons and carts all these shops were mobile if need be.
Armin's caravan is loaded high with boxes and barrels of goods. Laid out on a small table are samples of climbing gear, cartographer’s instruments, goggles, heavy leather gloves, mining picks, torches, tongs, and assorted tools for navigation and survival in the ruins.
A man with the build of a beanpole wearing goggles and spectacles looks to Sinak with a smile.
“I guarantee you won’t survive long in Drakkenheim without a good rope and a full lantern! Best buy them while supplies last! For starters you look armed friend! You'll need some mining tools and heavy leather gloves.. Unless you have undamaged heavy gauntlets you ain't touching Delirium trust me! The Mining Tools are 4 gold the heavy leather gloves 1 gold. Although to take larger chunks of Delirium takes knowledge.. I've a pamplet on just that for a single gold! To get started exploring those ruins it'll be 6 gold for all this. Not too bad if I say so myself."
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Thuribula nods in agreement with Dabbert's words. "I, too, need to visit the capital. And I am well aware it is treacherous to go alone." Her voice is quiet, again with that sense of resignation. But then she smiles. "I would be happy for company to the black smith. And I shall of course make a stop at the chapel."
Dabbert nods as Thuribula speaks.
"I can uh...wait outside. At the chapel I mean. Probably better that way."
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"I'll wait here then. I need some time to think about something. But, yes. It's a bad idea to go to the capital alone." Fazil takes out his spellbook, pounding on something.
While Fazil messes with the spellbook he can hear a muffled noise from the book itself.. Longing to be opened.
Thuribula and Dabbert head for the Black Smith it takes a bit of searching even with the direction pointed but they eventually do discover it. (And any who wish to go with them.)
Coming forth they see a man pounding upon an anvil, not a single grunt with every swing. He wipes the sweat from his brow as he see's Dabbert and Thuribula come forth.
"Ahh.. The names Tobias, Tobias Crowe. Come for some steel than I'm sure newcomers."
They can see that he himself does sell splint mail but for the cost of 400 gold. He has breastplate as well for quite the price and Studded Leather for 90 gold. A longsword for 30gold a rapier for 50 gold.. He has steel all over. He looks to Thuribula's chainmail.
"Ahh Elryian metal, pretty but not that tough I reckon."
"Yes, sir, certainly," Thuribula replies to Dabbert, as they set off to search for the blacksmith. "And after I have said my prayers... I would be grateful if we can discuss plans for the capital."
Approaching the blacksmith, the Flamekeeper bows. "Well met, Tobias Crowe, my name is Thuribula." She smiles as he compliments her chainmail. "While we have some brilliant craftsmen in Elyria, war-ready armor isn't really standard issue for the clerical hierarchy... but, if you like it, maybe we can discuss a trade." She unshoulders her backpack and sets it down, beginning to remove the damaged splint armor. "A dear friend who unfortunately no longer needs this passed it along to me. It is damaged, and does not fit me, but I wonder if you would be willing to repair and fit it for me. I can offer you my chainmail tunic in recompense."
Tobias rubs his chin as he looks quietly at the young woman.
"Ahh well the repairs are 50 gold pieces, for that chain mail I can melt it down to something useful.. So for the chain mail 32 gold pieces and 5 silver. Add 17 gold and 5 silver to that mail and you've got yourself a deal Flamekeeper."
Maggwyn heads out with Dabbert and the Flamekeeper, her interest in the young woman needles at her a bit, wondering where she gets her passion. As mention of the church comes up and Dabbert's response she lets out an audible guffaw, but doesn't say anything more.
Once at the blacksmiths, she looks around while the two deal with the armor. Finally she says, "You have beautiful work here. Do you happen to have a shortsword for sale?" She continues to admire what he has out while waiting for a response.
"I do! Great for dual wielding perfectly balanced. 20 Gold per shortsword. I could set you up little one with armor superior as well for a simple one time payment of 90 gold."
"What the..." Fazil look down at this spell in confused, but curious as he open the spellbook to see what's going on.
The book opens with a strange dust and a stranger voice. An exaggerated gasp for "Air" as it's pages flutter and a boisterous voice emanates.
"AHH! FAZIL! SO... You're the reason for existence are you? Been sleeping well? Or too many vision my secretive fellow?! I wanted to speak since forever! You travel with not one.. BUT TWO beautiful women! And yet we hide in the carriage.. Covering our faces! Mageborn don't gotta be boring right? OH AND YOU'LL BE HAPPY to know! You're magic is growing readily! Take some Delirium.. Big but not too big.. You'll know when we see it! Mediate with it on me and you'll... Learn 2nd level magic my friend! So.. Drakkenheim awaits don't you think??? Do ya ?! DO YA!?"
A few passerby look with a mixture of fear and amazement but it only has the children sprawling about giggling at how loud Fazil's book is.
"Well... I have read and was taught about something like this happening. I did expect to be an Order of Scribe Wizard. Honestly, I thought I would either be an Evoker or an Illusionist. Nonetheless, Order of Scribe Wizard has more support that I need more than ever. Anyway, back to those questions of yours. In those order. I guess. Same as usual. Yes, I still get visions while sleeping. I know some Mageborns do be boring, but if you recall, I have trouble sleeping, whether from visions or just nightmares in general. So there is no time to deal with those two beautiful women. And that's great news. I'm glad my magic is growing. As for the Delirium, yes, of course. As for learning 2nd level magic... Well, if I just need to meditate on that. Sure. And yes, Drakkenhelm awaits." Fazil spoke up longer than he has ever since he left the academy.
Fazil looks at the passerby, nods at them, and wonders why he got to get a spellbook with a loud personality. Hopefully, the others won't mind this too much.
Fenton following the others, looks around Tobias' shop. "Business appears to be as good as ever, though I do not have much use for any of your wears as I have been blessed by the scared flame. You must here a thing or two about the city and the meteor. What do yoy reason is the truth behind all of it?" As he talks he clumsily bumps into on of the work stations and quickly replaces the things that he mot over
Tobias gives Fenton a very blank expression before rubbing the back of his own head with a slight grunt.
"Ahh.. well truth be told Delirium looks like a fun crafting material but other than that.. I don't have much else to add. I'm a simple man, I can't say why it's here. That's better off with the Academy I think though they left long ago so.. Maybe the Silver order? Or the Falling Fire?"
Meanwhile with Fazil the book begins to chuckle a bit before growing quiet.
"Oh, good sir, I will have to find you something else in trade, I fear, for my vow of poverty forbids me to deal in coin." Thuribula smiles. "All my possessions belong to the commonwealth of the Faith... I am only a steward, here to do the work of the Divine light, to help restore truth, justice, and order."
She turns to listen as Fenton asks Tobias what he thinks of the truth of the meteor. But she holds her tongue this time when Tobias mentions the Falling Fire. Many have been led astray by those heretics... their works are abominations and their teachings lies that trap the unwary. Yet I think this man has not been. He only means to answer Fenton's question. Instead, she says, "The teachings of the Faith are clear, but these teachings are instructions for us, of what is good for us and what is not, not answers to cosmic mysteries held in the palm of the Divine Hearth that we have not ken to understand. Many great mystics and paladins and even sages have wanted to spend their lives in contemplation on those mysteries... but there is also work to be done in a world falling away from it. You are doing excellent work, Tobias, and I commend you. Sometimes the simplest, humblest tasks are the ones that light the greatest number of candles in a dark world."
Sinak follows along, staying mostly silent and observing interactions, listening to the conversations, making mental notes to himself. He’s pleased that his pouch is a little heavier, and that he could provide assistance on their journey. When they arrive at the blacksmith he walks around, fingering the armor, looking at a dagger, but when prices are mentioned he has to resist a sudden intake of air. His eyes widen, and he looks disinterested then, nearly walking away, then turns to the smith and says “By the way, do you know of a merchant named Armin Gainsbury, by chance, and where I could find him?” He looks around, waits to be pointed in the right direction.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Tobias offers a warm smile a red tint to his cheeks as he yells back to the house behind him.
"Ya hear that a Flamekeeper thinks I'll light the world Moira!"
A hearty yet feminine laugh can be heard from within the house with a retort of a "yeah sure." It seems coy and playful in nature as he nods to Thuribula her vow of poverty confuses him greatly but he looks to Dabbert than back to her.
"You're friend can pay the difference or I suppose I could ask for some help... About 3 or 4 delirium chips would be nice. I heard a rumor of a deposit in the city while drinking at the bark and buzzard... Chips and even some larger fragments."
It seems Tobias is willing to tell them where this location could be in Drakkenheim. He looks to Sinak as he views the prices with an intake of air.
"You won't find better prices here in Emberwood but Armin deals more in tools and ways to handle Delirium and he's the main man to sell Delirium to him and Aldor. They are at the Caravan court.. Center of town here I'll mark it for you."
“That’s where I’m headed then. Catch up with me there.” Sinak says generally to the others, he strolls past the weapons one more time, then begins to walk toward the Caravan Court, determined to find Armin Gainsbury. If Fenton or Fazil wish to come and don’t seem interested in the blacksmith’s wares, he invites them along.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Maggwyn is debating on a shortsword when she hears talk of the factions pop up. She sets down the one she was eyeing and asks, "The Academy has left? Do you know where they ran off to?"
Fazil shakes his head, shutting his spellbook, and comes along with Sinak to the Caravan Court.
Tobias looks to her and offers her a slight shrug about the academy. He thinks for a moment crossing his arms.
"If anything Orson might tell you what he knows. He handles all the the Delirium selling, he's not far from Aldor and Armin but he'll likely charge you for the info. I believe more in being straight forward with my customers myself."
Fazil and Sinak come to the caravan court. Sinak looking for Armin Gainsbury with a purpose and in a short time he managed to do just that.
The place was full of tents.. Wagons and carts all these shops were mobile if need be.
Armin's caravan is loaded high with boxes and barrels of goods. Laid out on a small table are samples of climbing gear, cartographer’s instruments, goggles, heavy leather gloves, mining picks, torches, tongs, and assorted tools for navigation and survival in the ruins.
A man with the build of a beanpole wearing goggles and spectacles looks to Sinak with a smile.
“I guarantee you won’t survive long in Drakkenheim without a good rope and a full lantern! Best buy them while supplies last! For starters you look armed friend! You'll need some mining tools and heavy leather gloves.. Unless you have undamaged heavy gauntlets you ain't touching Delirium trust me! The Mining Tools are 4 gold the heavy leather gloves 1 gold. Although to take larger chunks of Delirium takes knowledge.. I've a pamplet on just that for a single gold! To get started exploring those ruins it'll be 6 gold for all this. Not too bad if I say so myself."