Lyra gives the tortle a warm smile. "I think I have heard of this protective magic, though it is beyond me, and I have never heard it described as a 'shell' before. Suddenly that metaphor seems strangely apt. I think it will serve us well at some point, Glyp. We may not always have horses."
Quietly playing her dark harmonica during the short walk to Garrick's home, Lyra straightens up with the commander addresses the group.
"Sir. My sense is that we are eager to help, all except the tiefling priestess who was with us last night. LT seems a capable guide and scout, and all of our combat styles seem to complement one another. I believe our chosen destination is Neressa. Leaving aside requests for gear, provisions and mounts that you can spare, which my companions may wish to press for, my question is whether there is some way to communicate with you at a distance. I have heard of pairs of magically linked stones used for such a purpose, though that may be too much to hope for?"
Garrick scratches his head, "unfortunately you're right, unless someone is hiding something I'm not aware of, you won't find much of anything in the way of magical items here in Vinande." The village's leader steps out of his home, closing the door behind him. "But, our blacksmith Terryn has been working tirelessly to get the village armored. I can't promise you a full suit of plate, but..." He takes a step back, looking over the three of you. "I think we can get you some better protection at the very least."
"I can take you there whenever you're ready. We need to stop and grab the others before?"
Sensing that Garrick is a practical, no-nonsense man, Lyra replies quickly.
"I do not wish to speak for all my companions, and at least one of us carries their armor around as an integral part of their own body. Yet I think it is possible that more than one of us could benefit from Terryn's craft."
She thinks a moment. "I myself would benefit from a breastplate which would leave my legs free, allowing greater stealth should we wish to sneak past our foes. If Terryn has such in stock, I suspect the defenders here have less need to be sneaky and could use my scale mail in return. And I would repeat my query if you can spare any horses, though there is a counterargument that it may be harder for us to protect any mounts."
Leftenant politely listens to any answer Glyptemis provides and adds the information into his mental repository of tortle culture, as limited as it is. Afterwards, he excuses himself from the table and sets out to survey Vinande in the light. He walks the perimeter, silently counting out steps between key locations and making mental notes of such. He knows his pace-count well, (24 steps to 100 feet). It’s this method that allows him to accurately gage distances covered, a skill vital when commanders need to know how far away an enemy might be. After the perimeter stroll, he makes his way to any kind of village/market green. If he sees the others, or Garrick, he will meet up with them to see what they might have determined.
Glyp gladly stays behind with LT as the others head off to speak with Garrick. Sitting at the table, sipping on a cup of coffee, he's all too ready to answer questions about his magical research. As he breaks off a small piece of bread and feeds it to Pando, he says "So, it's not exactly a shell, not like this one" he reaches back and knocks on the edge of his shell "that just gave me the idea! It's more like... a tent of sorts, shaped like a shell"he reaches his hands over his head and draws an arc over and around himself like a dome ".. centered on me, as I'd be casting the spell. And this shell would stop any creatures or spell energies from passing through it. It would also provide some amount of camouflage, as I shooould be able to make it any color I like! But we'd be able to see through to keep watch." He thinks for a moment and adds "I can probably also make it pretty comfy and dry in there too." He gets lost in thought at this past part and pulls out his book, jotting some notes down, and somewhat forgetting he was having a conversation.
Kalamin nods, "I didn't figure this place would have much in the way of arcane trinkets...I am interested in what this blacksmith has to offer though." On the subject of mounts, he speaks up again. "I can handle my own steed, which should be able to carry two. So if your supply of horses is low, we can work around that."
As he begins to walk, Garrick seems to think for a moment. "Breastplate is doable, I know of at least one he's been holding onto for a while." He begins to lead you back the way you came. The blacksmith's is on the southwest end of the village - on your way, LT (and Glyp?) catch sight of you and join up. "As for mounts, we can work out something. You'll be riding doubled up though, I can't spare a horse for each of you."
You reach the blacksmith, the forge currently unmanned and cold. Garrick goes to the door and knocks loudly. "He's a bit hard of hearing, speak up when you talk to him." He says quickly. The door is thrown open by an older man with an eyepatch. "Aye? What'd you need Garrick?" Vinande's leader smiles, and gestures towards your group. "I was wondering if you might have some gear for our new friends here. They're going to be braving the night for us, they need the very best you have."
"Eh" The elderly blacksmith leans around Garrick, squinting his one good eye at your group. He shuffles over to carefully inspect each of you, looking over the armor you currently own. When he gets to Glyptemis he laughs, "this one doesn't need anything from me I think." He pokes Ilya in the arm with a toothy grin. "And maybe this one will finally see the light and put on some armor?"
He finishes his inspection and walks back over to the front of his shop, gesturing inside. "Aye. I've got some things you could find useful I believe. Come on in, I need to measure you properly." After you follow him inside he briefly disappears into a back room. You hear him shuffling things around, a few loud clangs followed by an angry shout. After a moment, he returns, beginning to lay out sets of armor on the counter. There's splint mail, two breast plates, and a studded leather vest. He takes a marked string off his neck and steps out from behind the counter. "Alright, first up. Come on. I'm gonna have to adjust these a bit so they fit. Give me the rest of the day to do it." One by one he takes measurements of your party's proportions.
As he finishes he asks, "Need any weapons, shields, or ammunition?"
Ilya begrudgingly lets the blacksmith take measurements. A part of her had always disliked how restrictive armor could be, but going out into the wild...Well she could understand the difference it could make. "Yes, I'll wear it. Only when I absolutely need to."Even if the tortle wizard was able to protect them during the night, there was a nagging feeling in her mind that something was going to go wrong. Something always went wrong. "As much as the dagger you gave me has been helpful...Do you have something with a longer blade? A thin blade for thrusting, like a rapier?"
Lyra gladly accepts one of the breastplates to be fit for her, promising to leave behind her own lightly-used scale mail in exchange for one of the town militia to use if they wish. She grins and quips as the armorer takes her measurements.
Leftenant catches up to the group and Garrick. The scout follows along listening, observing. As they interact with the blacksmith, LT absorbs it all. When the armor is laid out, he does the mental gymnastics to try and determine who was looking to get what. He is very unsure what their most resent acquaintance was looking to obtain. Overall, the veteran soldier is quite content with his leather armor. He likes the freedom it grants him to do his job…plus the color scheme includes woodland colors of browns, greens and grays.
Addressing the one-eyed artisan with voice that’s loud but courteous when it’s his turn for measurements, “If the studded leather vest is still unspoken for, I’d prefer that if you please. Perhaps we could work on dying/muddling some of the sections?”
Once the fitting is complete, the Ranger would inquire about any special arrows that might be available, “Perhaps some with a head that whistles as it flies through the air…like a signal?Or ones that might be fitted with small vials of oil or acid?”
At the last before finishing, “And perhaps another hand ax and dagger or two, if they can be spared?”
"A rapier?" Before the blacksmith gets to him, Kalamin goes through his gear, pulling out the sword they had pulled from one of the pale elves last night. "We took this from our captors last night. I don't have any need for it."He says, offering the blade to Ilya.
The blacksmith lets out a short laugh at Lyra's quip, shaking his head. "Careful lass, I've got a tigress back at home, she'll rip me to shreds if she heard something like that." As he finishes up the bard's measurements he briefly stops to take a look at the rapier Kalamin has produced. Before Ilya can take it he snatches it to give it a close inspection. His brow comes together in a V, as he looks the blade over with something like befuddlement. "What is this metal?" He mumbles before passing the sword to Ilya. "Well that settles that. I don't make toadstickers anyway. Now you want a real weapon, like a flamberge?" He laughs, moving onto Leftenant.
"Aye yes, I got the studded leather out for you. I can make it look something close to what you have on now." He listens to the rest of the ranger's request, and nods. "I might be able to make something like that. Don't have any oil or acid to spare though."
As for the weapons, once he finishes he briefly retreats back into the other room, returning with a two hand axes and a dagger. "This'll do?"
"Like I said, give me a day to make adjustments to the armor."
At this point Garrick steps back in, "If that's settled, is there anything else you require for your trip besides the mounts?"
Ilya gingerly takes the rapier in her hands, nodding to Kalamin. "Thank you, this will do nicely I think."She turns to Garrick after, having thought of something concerning their trip. "If everything goes well, we're going to be walking up to Neressa in a way I'm guessing no one else has since this started. They might be suspicious of us at first. Could you send us with a written message with your signature? Somewhere there must know of you surely."
Leftenant thanks the nameless blacksmith. However, he asks the man, “What did you mean when you said you’d never seen this metal before with regards to the rapier? Is it just something you’ve never worked with before but had heard of?”
As the Ranger picks up the axes and the dagger he gives them a cursory look over, “Yes, these will do. But I can’t in good conscience accept something for nothing. Will you trade for these?” The scout offers that he has a short bow and a short sword from the previous nights encounter he is willing to swap with.
Addressing Garrick’s question about other needs, “I suspect we are fairly well provisioned for the journey there and back if it were under normal circumstances. However, these aren’t usual times. If we could secure some holy water perhaps, or secondary means of healing…”
”I understand the need to maintain your strategic reserve here in Vinande…so I wouldn’t ask for that which you can’t spare. Given that you don’t rightly know us well, I completely understand any hesitation.”
"It looks like steel but the weight is all off. The weight is off, and it's a bit darker. Haven't seen or heard of it before." Terryn says, rubbing his chin. "But I'm not the most well traveled person. Maybe those dwarves in Aestera got up to some weird metallurgy." He says with a shrug.
He takes the bow and sword from the ranger, nodding. "Yeah I can make use of these, thanks."
"The only priest we've seen is the one you brought with you, so if they can make holy water that's your best bet." Garrick says. The blacksmith speaks up as well, "I've got some silver powder you'll need for that! Was gonna try and silver some weapons for us, but I don't have enough for that."
Vinande's leader nods, "as far as healing goes...We used up what little stockpile of healing draughts we had early on. If I had any, I'd happily pass them along."
Terryn brings you a small leather pouch that has (75g worth of) powdered silver contained in it.
Glyp, hearing that there's something interesting or unknown about the rapier, raises his eyebrows, his interest piqued. "LT, if you umm.. don't mind, I might be able to take a look at the rapier and get an idea of what it is?" With LT's permission, Glyp would take the rapier and go sit off in a corner while the others discuss armor and such, casting Identify as a ritual.
“Oh, my friend. This rapier wasn’t mine. I mean, Kal just handed it to Ilya as she was asking for one from Terryn.” LT politely corrects the wizard.
”I suppose it was mine when I gave it to Kal, but then again…that would have made it yours when you first handed it to me…way back in the wagon…just…last…night…” LT’s voice drifts off lost in sadness. In his mind a sad, harmonica song might be playing along with images of the groups escape.
"It's been about a hundred years, but I'm pretty sure I still remember how to make holy water." Kal says dryly as the silver powder is handed over. "When we have some time later, I can get to work on making some. Do you have any flasks available somewhere Garrick?"
Lyra gives the tortle a warm smile. "I think I have heard of this protective magic, though it is beyond me, and I have never heard it described as a 'shell' before. Suddenly that metaphor seems strangely apt. I think it will serve us well at some point, Glyp. We may not always have horses."
Quietly playing her dark harmonica during the short walk to Garrick's home, Lyra straightens up with the commander addresses the group.
"Sir. My sense is that we are eager to help, all except the tiefling priestess who was with us last night. LT seems a capable guide and scout, and all of our combat styles seem to complement one another. I believe our chosen destination is Neressa. Leaving aside requests for gear, provisions and mounts that you can spare, which my companions may wish to press for, my question is whether there is some way to communicate with you at a distance. I have heard of pairs of magically linked stones used for such a purpose, though that may be too much to hope for?"
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
Garrick scratches his head, "unfortunately you're right, unless someone is hiding something I'm not aware of, you won't find much of anything in the way of magical items here in Vinande." The village's leader steps out of his home, closing the door behind him. "But, our blacksmith Terryn has been working tirelessly to get the village armored. I can't promise you a full suit of plate, but..." He takes a step back, looking over the three of you. "I think we can get you some better protection at the very least."
"I can take you there whenever you're ready. We need to stop and grab the others before?"
Sensing that Garrick is a practical, no-nonsense man, Lyra replies quickly.
"I do not wish to speak for all my companions, and at least one of us carries their armor around as an integral part of their own body. Yet I think it is possible that more than one of us could benefit from Terryn's craft."
She thinks a moment. "I myself would benefit from a breastplate which would leave my legs free, allowing greater stealth should we wish to sneak past our foes. If Terryn has such in stock, I suspect the defenders here have less need to be sneaky and could use my scale mail in return. And I would repeat my query if you can spare any horses, though there is a counterargument that it may be harder for us to protect any mounts."
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
Leftenant politely listens to any answer Glyptemis provides and adds the information into his mental repository of tortle culture, as limited as it is. Afterwards, he excuses himself from the table and sets out to survey Vinande in the light.
He walks the perimeter, silently counting out steps between key locations and making mental notes of such. He knows his pace-count well, (24 steps to 100 feet). It’s this method that allows him to accurately gage distances covered, a skill vital when commanders need to know how far away an enemy might be.
After the perimeter stroll, he makes his way to any kind of village/market green. If he sees the others, or Garrick, he will meet up with them to see what they might have determined.
Glyp gladly stays behind with LT as the others head off to speak with Garrick. Sitting at the table, sipping on a cup of coffee, he's all too ready to answer questions about his magical research. As he breaks off a small piece of bread and feeds it to Pando, he says "So, it's not exactly a shell, not like this one" he reaches back and knocks on the edge of his shell "that just gave me the idea! It's more like... a tent of sorts, shaped like a shell" he reaches his hands over his head and draws an arc over and around himself like a dome ".. centered on me, as I'd be casting the spell. And this shell would stop any creatures or spell energies from passing through it. It would also provide some amount of camouflage, as I shooould be able to make it any color I like! But we'd be able to see through to keep watch." He thinks for a moment and adds "I can probably also make it pretty comfy and dry in there too." He gets lost in thought at this past part and pulls out his book, jotting some notes down, and somewhat forgetting he was having a conversation.
Kalamin nods, "I didn't figure this place would have much in the way of arcane trinkets...I am interested in what this blacksmith has to offer though." On the subject of mounts, he speaks up again. "I can handle my own steed, which should be able to carry two. So if your supply of horses is low, we can work around that."
As he begins to walk, Garrick seems to think for a moment. "Breastplate is doable, I know of at least one he's been holding onto for a while." He begins to lead you back the way you came. The blacksmith's is on the southwest end of the village - on your way, LT (and Glyp?) catch sight of you and join up. "As for mounts, we can work out something. You'll be riding doubled up though, I can't spare a horse for each of you."
You reach the blacksmith, the forge currently unmanned and cold. Garrick goes to the door and knocks loudly. "He's a bit hard of hearing, speak up when you talk to him." He says quickly. The door is thrown open by an older man with an eyepatch. "Aye? What'd you need Garrick?" Vinande's leader smiles, and gestures towards your group. "I was wondering if you might have some gear for our new friends here. They're going to be braving the night for us, they need the very best you have."
"Eh" The elderly blacksmith leans around Garrick, squinting his one good eye at your group. He shuffles over to carefully inspect each of you, looking over the armor you currently own. When he gets to Glyptemis he laughs, "this one doesn't need anything from me I think." He pokes Ilya in the arm with a toothy grin. "And maybe this one will finally see the light and put on some armor?"
He finishes his inspection and walks back over to the front of his shop, gesturing inside. "Aye. I've got some things you could find useful I believe. Come on in, I need to measure you properly." After you follow him inside he briefly disappears into a back room. You hear him shuffling things around, a few loud clangs followed by an angry shout. After a moment, he returns, beginning to lay out sets of armor on the counter. There's splint mail, two breast plates, and a studded leather vest. He takes a marked string off his neck and steps out from behind the counter. "Alright, first up. Come on. I'm gonna have to adjust these a bit so they fit. Give me the rest of the day to do it." One by one he takes measurements of your party's proportions.
As he finishes he asks, "Need any weapons, shields, or ammunition?"
Ilya begrudgingly lets the blacksmith take measurements. A part of her had always disliked how restrictive armor could be, but going out into the wild...Well she could understand the difference it could make. "Yes, I'll wear it. Only when I absolutely need to." Even if the tortle wizard was able to protect them during the night, there was a nagging feeling in her mind that something was going to go wrong. Something always went wrong. "As much as the dagger you gave me has been helpful...Do you have something with a longer blade? A thin blade for thrusting, like a rapier?"
Lyra gladly accepts one of the breastplates to be fit for her, promising to leave behind her own lightly-used scale mail in exchange for one of the town militia to use if they wish. She grins and quips as the armorer takes her measurements.
"Usually, they at least buy me dinner first."
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons
Dyson/Eleo(TwilightCleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(ShepherdDruid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(WildMagicSorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(EchoKnightFighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(MercyMonk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(NatureCleric3/DivineSoulSorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
Leftenant catches up to the group and Garrick. The scout follows along listening, observing. As they interact with the blacksmith, LT absorbs it all. When the armor is laid out, he does the mental gymnastics to try and determine who was looking to get what. He is very unsure what their most resent acquaintance was looking to obtain. Overall, the veteran soldier is quite content with his leather armor. He likes the freedom it grants him to do his job…plus the color scheme includes woodland colors of browns, greens and grays.
Addressing the one-eyed artisan with voice that’s loud but courteous when it’s his turn for measurements, “If the studded leather vest is still unspoken for, I’d prefer that if you please. Perhaps we could work on dying/muddling some of the sections?”
Once the fitting is complete, the Ranger would inquire about any special arrows that might be available, “Perhaps some with a head that whistles as it flies through the air…like a signal? Or ones that might be fitted with small vials of oil or acid?”
At the last before finishing, “And perhaps another hand ax and dagger or two, if they can be spared?”
"A rapier?" Before the blacksmith gets to him, Kalamin goes through his gear, pulling out the sword they had pulled from one of the pale elves last night. "We took this from our captors last night. I don't have any need for it." He says, offering the blade to Ilya.
The blacksmith lets out a short laugh at Lyra's quip, shaking his head. "Careful lass, I've got a tigress back at home, she'll rip me to shreds if she heard something like that." As he finishes up the bard's measurements he briefly stops to take a look at the rapier Kalamin has produced. Before Ilya can take it he snatches it to give it a close inspection. His brow comes together in a V, as he looks the blade over with something like befuddlement. "What is this metal?" He mumbles before passing the sword to Ilya. "Well that settles that. I don't make toadstickers anyway. Now you want a real weapon, like a flamberge?" He laughs, moving onto Leftenant.
"Aye yes, I got the studded leather out for you. I can make it look something close to what you have on now." He listens to the rest of the ranger's request, and nods. "I might be able to make something like that. Don't have any oil or acid to spare though."
As for the weapons, once he finishes he briefly retreats back into the other room, returning with a two hand axes and a dagger. "This'll do?"
"Like I said, give me a day to make adjustments to the armor."
At this point Garrick steps back in, "If that's settled, is there anything else you require for your trip besides the mounts?"
Ilya gingerly takes the rapier in her hands, nodding to Kalamin. "Thank you, this will do nicely I think." She turns to Garrick after, having thought of something concerning their trip. "If everything goes well, we're going to be walking up to Neressa in a way I'm guessing no one else has since this started. They might be suspicious of us at first. Could you send us with a written message with your signature? Somewhere there must know of you surely."
"Smart, that's something I can do." Garrick says, "There should be people there that still know me." He glances to the others. "Anything else?"
Leftenant thanks the nameless blacksmith. However, he asks the man, “What did you mean when you said you’d never seen this metal before with regards to the rapier? Is it just something you’ve never worked with before but had heard of?”
As the Ranger picks up the axes and the dagger he gives them a cursory look over, “Yes, these will do. But I can’t in good conscience accept something for nothing. Will you trade for these?” The scout offers that he has a short bow and a short sword from the previous nights encounter he is willing to swap with.
Addressing Garrick’s question about other needs, “I suspect we are fairly well provisioned for the journey there and back if it were under normal circumstances. However, these aren’t usual times. If we could secure some holy water perhaps, or secondary means of healing…”
”I understand the need to maintain your strategic reserve here in Vinande…so I wouldn’t ask for that which you can’t spare. Given that you don’t rightly know us well, I completely understand any hesitation.”
"It looks like steel but the weight is all off. The weight is off, and it's a bit darker. Haven't seen or heard of it before." Terryn says, rubbing his chin. "But I'm not the most well traveled person. Maybe those dwarves in Aestera got up to some weird metallurgy." He says with a shrug.
He takes the bow and sword from the ranger, nodding. "Yeah I can make use of these, thanks."
"The only priest we've seen is the one you brought with you, so if they can make holy water that's your best bet." Garrick says. The blacksmith speaks up as well, "I've got some silver powder you'll need for that! Was gonna try and silver some weapons for us, but I don't have enough for that."
Vinande's leader nods, "as far as healing goes...We used up what little stockpile of healing draughts we had early on. If I had any, I'd happily pass them along."
Terryn brings you a small leather pouch that has (75g worth of) powdered silver contained in it.
Glyp, hearing that there's something interesting or unknown about the rapier, raises his eyebrows, his interest piqued. "LT, if you umm.. don't mind, I might be able to take a look at the rapier and get an idea of what it is?" With LT's permission, Glyp would take the rapier and go sit off in a corner while the others discuss armor and such, casting Identify as a ritual.
“Oh, my friend. This rapier wasn’t mine. I mean, Kal just handed it to Ilya as she was asking for one from Terryn.” LT politely corrects the wizard.
”I suppose it was mine when I gave it to Kal, but then again…that would have made it yours when you first handed it to me…way back in the wagon…just…last…night…” LT’s voice drifts off lost in sadness. In his mind a sad, harmonica song might be playing along with images of the groups escape.
"It's been about a hundred years, but I'm pretty sure I still remember how to make holy water." Kal says dryly as the silver powder is handed over. "When we have some time later, I can get to work on making some. Do you have any flasks available somewhere Garrick?"
Ilya hands the rapier over to the curious tortle once Terryn is done inspecting it. "Have at it, let me know if you figure out anything interesting."