Cordimis feels her coin purse without looking, she feels she could be in a position to potentially trade. This is certainly strange, but she feels it doesn't top the list after watching a woman turn into a tree only yesterday. She smiles, "Otto, I'd be delighted to know what you have."
Otto rummages in his footlocker and withdraws from it a bottle of wine, which he confidently displays to her with his large muscular hands,
"Right here I've got a bottle of Vyn Olynvir, a very fine vintage of elven wine. Rich, vibrant bouquet, and just sweet enough to scratch that itch, know what I mean? Yours for an easy 3 gold!"
Regarding the amulet, he inspects it respectfully, looking it all over, even giving it a few sniffs, then hands it back to you. "Obviously an enchanted amulet. I've no idea what it does, but if you wanna trade it to me, I'm game."
Regarding the curious metal figurines, Otto rubs his cheek with a big meaty hand, ponders a moment and says, "Nah, can't say I noticed, but I admit I was kinda in a hurry, running through the forest, trying to get to the castle. They're having a bit of a celebration, ain't they? I'd hate to miss out on that. I wanna get there quick as I can to trade my wares."
Considering the bottle of wine, Cordimis thinks it would be a nice gift for her friends as a thank you for having her back. Being raised in an inn with a tavern, she considers that the price may be a little steep for the quality, but doesn't even consider haggling over it. Three gold seems like it would do him more good than herself. "Okay Otto, that was a very convincing sales pitch. I'll take the wine, and this is for you." She places three gold in his very large palm and pockets the wine in her backpack.
Kesili shakes her head with a polite smile. “Thanks for the offer, Otto, but I think I’ll hold onto the amulet for now. Might be more useful than we realize.” She tucks it back into her pack, her curiosity still piqued. “Good luck with your sales at the castle, though. I'm sure, they’ll love that wine.”
"Oh, that sounds interesting," replies Kesili when she hears about the elixir. "What exactly does it do? Or if you don't know, you will have to let me sample it if you want me to fork over so much gold for that."
Otto, with much respect for your firm bartering chops, will allow you to sniff the pink potion, at which point you're quite confident that it is a potion of healing.
"I'll take it," declares Kesili after corroborating the potion's nature and counts 12 gold pieces from her pouch. "Thanks, Otto. I hope it won't be needed but better to be safe than sorry."
Emboldened by your purchases, Otto pulls out 2 more items from his footlocker. One is a wooden ring with what appears to be a real live flower in the spot where a jewel would be. The other is a smooth chunk of amber with what appears to be a tiny pinecone encased inside.
"Saved the best for last, that I did. Here I've got 2 interesting knick-knacks. Seem to have minor magical properties, they do. Give you a little extra lucky oomph right when you need it, I'd wager. I'm asking 20 for the ring and 30 for the amber."
Otto quickly smothers a flash of disappointment, then starts packing up his things.
“Well, if you’re drained of funds then I suppose our business is concluded. I wish you best of luck. May we meet again under more profitable circumstances.”
He’ll start dragging his footlocker again in the direction of the castle.
Moving on, you continue to follow the flowered footprints as they seem to take a meandering, purposeless path through the strange forest. This goes on for some time, with such a circuitous route that you begin to wonder if the thing that made these tracks was perhaps lost, or if you yourselves are possibly becoming lost. At last the strange journey brings you to some thing new:
Ahead of you, spreading widely along the ground, is a strange plant, of a rich purple color, like a flourishing vine, propagating copiously along the forest floor to cover a large area, like a great purple sea, but also sending creepers and tendrils to climb up tree trunks. Interspersed among this body of strange flora are small clusters of lustrous gray berries, glinting like pearls in a strange ocean that almost seems alive with the ebb and tide of any great body of water as the breeze takes it.
That breeze brings to your senses a heavy aroma, indescribable other than the fact that it seems to remind you of... home. Or of dozing off at dusk. Or of being afraid of the dark. Something along those lines....
Kesili furrows her brow at the sight of the strange plant and the clusters of shimmering gray berries. The eerie familiarity in the scent makes her uneasy. "Let’s not take any chances with this one," she says, her voice firm. "Those berries remind me too much of the ones that can turn someone into a statue. Best we stay well away from it and keep moving. No need to get sidetracked by whatever this is." She gestures for the group to follow the path around the strange vine, determined to press on without delay.
(apologies, I'm having a really busy time at work, 12 hour days and not really able to do D&D there, get home and just enough time to do 1-2 family things and crash. I'm not losing interest in the campaign, just a really tight spot, I think tomorrow will look a lot better hopefully, please bear with me)
Kesili narrows her eyes at the vine-covered ground ahead, noticing how the tracks they've been following disappear into the heart of the strange plant. She hesitates for a moment, clearly uneasy about stepping into such an unsettling sight. "Looks like we don't have much of a choice," she mutters. "The tracks go right into that thing."
Taking a breath, she glances at her companions. "Maybe we should try calling out first—see if anything or anyone responds before we march into the unknown. No sense charging in blind if we can help it." She steps closer to the edge of the vine, her hand hovering near her weapon, ready for whatever might come.
Cordimis can feel a spell simmering under her skin, her fear ready to be translated into an attack if necessary. She's has learned to not trust these woods, and with an audible gulp she agrees with Kesili, "Let's call out, yes."
She feels silly calling out into the world, but knowing it's perhaps the most sane option she says, "Hello? These vines seem thick, anyone out there that has made a path through? We could use some guidance!" She waits with baited breath for a response.
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Cordimis feels her coin purse without looking, she feels she could be in a position to potentially trade. This is certainly strange, but she feels it doesn't top the list after watching a woman turn into a tree only yesterday. She smiles, "Otto, I'd be delighted to know what you have."
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Otto rummages in his footlocker and withdraws from it a bottle of wine, which he confidently displays to her with his large muscular hands,
"Right here I've got a bottle of Vyn Olynvir, a very fine vintage of elven wine. Rich, vibrant bouquet, and just sweet enough to scratch that itch, know what I mean? Yours for an easy 3 gold!"
Regarding the amulet, he inspects it respectfully, looking it all over, even giving it a few sniffs, then hands it back to you. "Obviously an enchanted amulet. I've no idea what it does, but if you wanna trade it to me, I'm game."
Regarding the curious metal figurines, Otto rubs his cheek with a big meaty hand, ponders a moment and says, "Nah, can't say I noticed, but I admit I was kinda in a hurry, running through the forest, trying to get to the castle. They're having a bit of a celebration, ain't they? I'd hate to miss out on that. I wanna get there quick as I can to trade my wares."
Considering the bottle of wine, Cordimis thinks it would be a nice gift for her friends as a thank you for having her back. Being raised in an inn with a tavern, she considers that the price may be a little steep for the quality, but doesn't even consider haggling over it. Three gold seems like it would do him more good than herself. "Okay Otto, that was a very convincing sales pitch. I'll take the wine, and this is for you." She places three gold in his very large palm and pockets the wine in her backpack.
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Kesili shakes her head with a polite smile. “Thanks for the offer, Otto, but I think I’ll hold onto the amulet for now. Might be more useful than we realize.” She tucks it back into her pack, her curiosity still piqued. “Good luck with your sales at the castle, though. I'm sure, they’ll love that wine.”
|| Oriace - Halfling Bard - Dragon Heist || Valerian - Elf Rogue - Wildnis || b'Reh - Stig Cleric - Humblewood || Rowan - Halfling Giant - Runewarren || Khazela - Spiritfarer Dervish - Tribute || Arista - Frost Sorcerer - Old Keep || Zephirah - Demonic Bard - Sands || Merry - Gifted Surgeon - Short || Marasatra - Blood Mage - Avernus || Lan - Dwarf Dragon - Wuxian ||
Otto quickly and efficiently accepts the transaction with Cordimis and smoothly pulls out another item from the footlocker
"Oh, I've got more than just wine! For instance, check out this small crystal flask, containing a refreshing restorative elixir. Only 12 gold!"
He holds aloft a small crystal flask containing a clear pink liquid.
"Oh, that sounds interesting," replies Kesili when she hears about the elixir. "What exactly does it do? Or if you don't know, you will have to let me sample it if you want me to fork over so much gold for that."
|| Oriace - Halfling Bard - Dragon Heist || Valerian - Elf Rogue - Wildnis || b'Reh - Stig Cleric - Humblewood || Rowan - Halfling Giant - Runewarren || Khazela - Spiritfarer Dervish - Tribute || Arista - Frost Sorcerer - Old Keep || Zephirah - Demonic Bard - Sands || Merry - Gifted Surgeon - Short || Marasatra - Blood Mage - Avernus || Lan - Dwarf Dragon - Wuxian ||
Otto, with much respect for your firm bartering chops, will allow you to sniff the pink potion, at which point you're quite confident that it is a potion of healing.
"I'll take it," declares Kesili after corroborating the potion's nature and counts 12 gold pieces from her pouch. "Thanks, Otto. I hope it won't be needed but better to be safe than sorry."
|| Oriace - Halfling Bard - Dragon Heist || Valerian - Elf Rogue - Wildnis || b'Reh - Stig Cleric - Humblewood || Rowan - Halfling Giant - Runewarren || Khazela - Spiritfarer Dervish - Tribute || Arista - Frost Sorcerer - Old Keep || Zephirah - Demonic Bard - Sands || Merry - Gifted Surgeon - Short || Marasatra - Blood Mage - Avernus || Lan - Dwarf Dragon - Wuxian ||
Emboldened by your purchases, Otto pulls out 2 more items from his footlocker. One is a wooden ring with what appears to be a real live flower in the spot where a jewel would be. The other is a smooth chunk of amber with what appears to be a tiny pinecone encased inside.
"Saved the best for last, that I did. Here I've got 2 interesting knick-knacks. Seem to have minor magical properties, they do. Give you a little extra lucky oomph right when you need it, I'd wager. I'm asking 20 for the ring and 30 for the amber."
"I'm sorry, I have to decline," says Kesili, "I'm fresh out of cash. But they look delightful, I must admit."
|| Oriace - Halfling Bard - Dragon Heist || Valerian - Elf Rogue - Wildnis || b'Reh - Stig Cleric - Humblewood || Rowan - Halfling Giant - Runewarren || Khazela - Spiritfarer Dervish - Tribute || Arista - Frost Sorcerer - Old Keep || Zephirah - Demonic Bard - Sands || Merry - Gifted Surgeon - Short || Marasatra - Blood Mage - Avernus || Lan - Dwarf Dragon - Wuxian ||
Otto quickly smothers a flash of disappointment, then starts packing up his things.
“Well, if you’re drained of funds then I suppose our business is concluded. I wish you best of luck. May we meet again under more profitable circumstances.”
He’ll start dragging his footlocker again in the direction of the castle.
"Shall we continue?" asks Kesili while watching Otto depart.
|| Oriace - Halfling Bard - Dragon Heist || Valerian - Elf Rogue - Wildnis || b'Reh - Stig Cleric - Humblewood || Rowan - Halfling Giant - Runewarren || Khazela - Spiritfarer Dervish - Tribute || Arista - Frost Sorcerer - Old Keep || Zephirah - Demonic Bard - Sands || Merry - Gifted Surgeon - Short || Marasatra - Blood Mage - Avernus || Lan - Dwarf Dragon - Wuxian ||
"I'm ready!"
Cordimis smiles warmly at Kesili and then to the rest of the group.
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Moving on, you continue to follow the flowered footprints as they seem to take a meandering, purposeless path through the strange forest. This goes on for some time, with such a circuitous route that you begin to wonder if the thing that made these tracks was perhaps lost, or if you yourselves are possibly becoming lost. At last the strange journey brings you to some thing new:
Ahead of you, spreading widely along the ground, is a strange plant, of a rich purple color, like a flourishing vine, propagating copiously along the forest floor to cover a large area, like a great purple sea, but also sending creepers and tendrils to climb up tree trunks. Interspersed among this body of strange flora are small clusters of lustrous gray berries, glinting like pearls in a strange ocean that almost seems alive with the ebb and tide of any great body of water as the breeze takes it.
That breeze brings to your senses a heavy aroma, indescribable other than the fact that it seems to remind you of... home. Or of dozing off at dusk. Or of being afraid of the dark. Something along those lines....
Kesili furrows her brow at the sight of the strange plant and the clusters of shimmering gray berries. The eerie familiarity in the scent makes her uneasy. "Let’s not take any chances with this one," she says, her voice firm. "Those berries remind me too much of the ones that can turn someone into a statue. Best we stay well away from it and keep moving. No need to get sidetracked by whatever this is." She gestures for the group to follow the path around the strange vine, determined to press on without delay.
|| Oriace - Halfling Bard - Dragon Heist || Valerian - Elf Rogue - Wildnis || b'Reh - Stig Cleric - Humblewood || Rowan - Halfling Giant - Runewarren || Khazela - Spiritfarer Dervish - Tribute || Arista - Frost Sorcerer - Old Keep || Zephirah - Demonic Bard - Sands || Merry - Gifted Surgeon - Short || Marasatra - Blood Mage - Avernus || Lan - Dwarf Dragon - Wuxian ||
(apologies, I'm having a really busy time at work, 12 hour days and not really able to do D&D there, get home and just enough time to do 1-2 family things and crash. I'm not losing interest in the campaign, just a really tight spot, I think tomorrow will look a lot better hopefully, please bear with me)
You intend to give the spreading vine a wide berth, but the tracks you follow have pierced directly into its midst.
Kesili narrows her eyes at the vine-covered ground ahead, noticing how the tracks they've been following disappear into the heart of the strange plant. She hesitates for a moment, clearly uneasy about stepping into such an unsettling sight. "Looks like we don't have much of a choice," she mutters. "The tracks go right into that thing."
Taking a breath, she glances at her companions. "Maybe we should try calling out first—see if anything or anyone responds before we march into the unknown. No sense charging in blind if we can help it." She steps closer to the edge of the vine, her hand hovering near her weapon, ready for whatever might come.
|| Oriace - Halfling Bard - Dragon Heist || Valerian - Elf Rogue - Wildnis || b'Reh - Stig Cleric - Humblewood || Rowan - Halfling Giant - Runewarren || Khazela - Spiritfarer Dervish - Tribute || Arista - Frost Sorcerer - Old Keep || Zephirah - Demonic Bard - Sands || Merry - Gifted Surgeon - Short || Marasatra - Blood Mage - Avernus || Lan - Dwarf Dragon - Wuxian ||
Cordimis can feel a spell simmering under her skin, her fear ready to be translated into an attack if necessary. She's has learned to not trust these woods, and with an audible gulp she agrees with Kesili, "Let's call out, yes."
She feels silly calling out into the world, but knowing it's perhaps the most sane option she says, "Hello? These vines seem thick, anyone out there that has made a path through? We could use some guidance!" She waits with baited breath for a response.
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