Twiggy looks around at the shop and while doing so remembers what it looked like from the outside when they first approached.
"If it were up to me... I would run."
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
(One of the outside party members hands Amdaeng 100 gold)
"Ah" he says, looking the Twigger over, "A survivor. Very sensible!" he says approvingly.
Dietrich scurries through piles of crates, scrolls, and half finished contraptions, muttering to himself as he digs about. "Essence of the Veil.....Essence of the Veil....ah! No, that one dissolved the cork." He looks more, "Oh, there you are, you beautiful menace."
He returns holding a small obsidian box, polished smooth but etched with faint runic lines that shimmer when touched by the light of the workshop. He sets it on the counter with exaggerated care.
"Handle this gently. Extremely gently."
"Essence of the Veil. The scent that topples kingdoms, inspires sonnets, and starts wars if the bottle goes to the wrong person." He smiles.
Twiggy appears to be more relaxed now that Dietrich has apparently approved of her decision. She hovers over a little closer to him and points back at the mixture of the two liquids.
"What is that anyway? Is it dangerous?"
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
"Tea and dye? Why don't they mix together? Is there something special about one... or both?"
Twiggy flies back over to watch the swirling liquids in fascination.
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
"Can you recommend an inn or tavern nearby where travelers could spend the night?"
Twiggy continues to hover where she was, nearby to Dietrich and shows no signs of any urgency to leave. When Amdaeng opens the door to leave Zarbyn will enter to finally meet Dietrich himself.
"Hail and well met, my name is Zarbyn and Twiggy is my familiar. You mentioned earlier you were looking for an apprentice and I couldn't help but notice some signs of... distress when we first approached, at least for a perfumer's shop. Would you be able to satisfy my curiosity, I have few questions?"
Upon his entrance Twiggy will fly over and land on Zarbyn's shoulder. Zarbyn will use the contact to reestablish his Gaze of Two Minds feature with Twiggy.
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
"Ah, that makes sense, a familiar. Yes, yes, I tend to have a sort of black thumb at times. Making things here and coming up with concoctions, some things tend to explode. But, business is good and I am a good teacher, so if your interested we could talk more.What questions do you have?"
(Zarbyn or another PC could do a history check to see if they have heard anything about Dietrich Zuvember)
"As for a places to go tonight the Execution Hill District is the closest to here, just to your east and has a number of inns and taverns.
The Rat in Hand Tavern has good gambling and a very unusual game they play. Food and ale are good at The Gargoyle Tavern. I go there for stew when something if the lab explodes and makes cooking… inadvisable."
He looks outside for a moment. "I can see that some of your companions are elves. The Red Lantern Tavern is run by triplet half-elf sisters. Some strange rumors circulate their establishment about demon worship but I doubt they are true.
Make sure you stay away from Varag’s Splendid Alehouse. A complete tourist trap. Probably the best place to sleep is the Sun and Seven Stars Inn. Those who have a family member being executed get special rates there. Relatively safe, good views, but the most expensive for private rooms."
(OOC: The group has obtained Essence of the Veil and have met with the House of Pain to develop a punishment for the artist, Garolon. You are to meet the Serpent Queen tomorrow at 2pm......she had said..."Please, finish both taskssss by thiss time tomorrow. Arrive early, and you pressssume. Arrive late....and you might offend.") The sun has set and it is not night. It is raining and cold in the port. The humid air and wind from the sea making it most unpleasant outside.
Lev had gone silent after the scuffle with the legion members, mentally cursing himself for letting some escape. Knowing the legion, they'll be coming back for revenge eventually. It would be best to be out of blacksand before that happens. Well, there is a part of him that hopes for a chance to encounter Longfinger. He gripped his glaive as the group moved on to get the perfume, mind clearly racing as he seems disconnected from the task at hand.
While the others enter the alchemists shop, Lev stands guard outside. The last thing they need is to get into another fight.
He nods as the others exit the building, glancing skyward as the rain begins to fall. "Did it go well?"He pauses, waiting for a response before nodding and saying, "Good, then we should find ourselves a place to sleep."
Lira staggers back against the wall just moments after exiting the shop. A strangled sound escapes her as she clutches her arms, nails digging so sharply into her skin that blood beads beneath her fingertips.
She squeezes her eyes shut, chest heaving. When she finally forces her eyes open, she’s shaking violently.
“I…I was in her. One of the coven. Shareella--” The name comes out strained, carrying a pain of recognition deeper than fear. “She was there. In the Icefinger Mountains, standing on a peak with snow spinning like…like it was alive.”
She swallows, the memory clawing at her throat.
“She was performing some kind of ritual. Pouring magic into a glacier. She threw two artifacts into the ice. Below it,” Lira shivers hard, her stomach twisting. “There was something huge. Sleeping.”
Her voice drops to a whisper. “She said when the moon is highest, the gate will open. That this thing will awaken. She wants to remake the world without evil, without greed…but the cold in her mind...” Lira presses a shaking hand to her temple. “It isn’t mercy. It's annihilation.”
She hesitates, then adds, barely audible:
“And she looked at me. At me, not the kobold. She smiled and winked.”
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| Kaelen - Shadar-kai Gloom Stalker Ranger - Old Keep| Lira - Half-elf Thief Rogue/Druid - Allansia | Zoveldra - Kalashtar Open Hand Monk - Eberron| Vannithos - Shadar-kai Astral Self Monk - Von Nichts |Kessintra - Drow Assassin Rogue - Curse of Strahd |
Similarly to Lev, Vydar also stayed fairly quiet after the parties scuffle with the thugs. He was perfectly fine letting Amdaeng, Lira and Zarbyn take the lead on obtaining the perfume, doubting that he'd really be much help in getting it. That said he waits outside in silence with Lev when the others enter the building, positioning himself next to the door so he can lean on the wall with his arms crossed.
He doesn't say anything when the others exit the building, and simply nods when they respond to Lev's question. However when Lira suddenly staggers against the wall his eyes widen with concern and reaches a hand out to steady her. Just before he can ask what's wrong Lira's eyes snap open and she pours out her story. He stares at her for a moment, trying to process what just happened, then he glances at Lev then back at Lira and at the medallion around her neck. His eyes harden with anger and frustration.
"You're right." He says quietly, "That's not mercy." Then he speaks up a bit louder. "It sounds like she's found a way around missing some artifacts... let's hope it's not a perfect fix."
This link Lira has with the Witch, while it may give them hints at what she's doing it's still a huge danger to Lira especially since Shareella is clearly aware of it and they have no idea to what extent she can garner information through Lira.
"Let's hope the Serpent Queen can help us find that wizard soon. Maybe he can get that thing off of you." He keeps a hand on Lira' arm to steady her if needed. "Can you walk? Lev is right we should get off the streets."
Vydar doesn't know these inns so he'll be fine with whichever Zarbyn chooses.
Twiggy looks around at the shop and while doing so remembers what it looked like from the outside when they first approached.
"If it were up to me... I would run."
(One of the outside party members hands Amdaeng 100 gold)
"Ah" he says, looking the Twigger over, "A survivor. Very sensible!" he says approvingly.
Dietrich scurries through piles of crates, scrolls, and half finished contraptions, muttering to himself as he digs about. "Essence of the Veil.....Essence of the Veil....ah! No, that one dissolved the cork."
He looks more, "Oh, there you are, you beautiful menace."
He returns holding a small obsidian box, polished smooth but etched with faint runic lines that shimmer when touched by the light of the workshop. He sets it on the counter with exaggerated care.
"Handle this gently. Extremely gently."
"Essence of the Veil. The scent that topples kingdoms, inspires sonnets, and starts wars if the bottle goes to the wrong person."
He smiles.
"As agreed, 100 gold pieces please."
Twiggy appears to be more relaxed now that Dietrich has apparently approved of her decision. She hovers over a little closer to him and points back at the mixture of the two liquids.
"What is that anyway? Is it dangerous?"
Dietrich laughs.
“Well, if you must know it’s a mixture of tea and dye. I’m constantly looking for an apprentice and find people’s answers and reactions interesting.”
"Tea and dye? Why don't they mix together? Is there something special about one... or both?"
Twiggy flies back over to watch the swirling liquids in fascination.
“Well no, I lied. Very intuitive of you. One is oil, and one is water with dye. That is why they do not mix.”
Amdaeng handed the money over, very gently and carefully took the perfume.
She nodded thanks to the shopkeeper then turned to leave....
"Thank you for your business. If you or your little friend are interested, we could discuss an apprenticeship." He smiles,
“Strange…” he mutters, glancing toward the chimney where the fire sputters unexpectedly.
“Shouldn’t be this cold in Blacksand this time of year.”
He waves a hand dismissively, though his eyes flick toward the dim street outside.”
“Well then… that’s your purchase. But listen”
his voice drops to a low murmur,
“Do be careful out there tonight. The city changes after dark.”
He leans slightly closer, eyes wide behind singed eyebrows.
“The alleys grow teeth… the gangs get restless… and travelers with coin make very easy targets.”
" Good to know."
" Good night."
Amdaeng headed outside and indicated to the others that they should get moving.
"Can you recommend an inn or tavern nearby where travelers could spend the night?"
Twiggy continues to hover where she was, nearby to Dietrich and shows no signs of any urgency to leave. When Amdaeng opens the door to leave Zarbyn will enter to finally meet Dietrich himself.
"Hail and well met, my name is Zarbyn and Twiggy is my familiar. You mentioned earlier you were looking for an apprentice and I couldn't help but notice some signs of... distress when we first approached, at least for a perfumer's shop. Would you be able to satisfy my curiosity, I have few questions?"
Upon his entrance Twiggy will fly over and land on Zarbyn's shoulder. Zarbyn will use the contact to reestablish his Gaze of Two Minds feature with Twiggy.
"Ah, that makes sense, a familiar. Yes, yes, I tend to have a sort of black thumb at times. Making things here and coming up with concoctions, some things tend to explode. But, business is good and I am a good teacher, so if your interested we could talk more.What questions do you have?"
(Zarbyn or another PC could do a history check to see if they have heard anything about Dietrich Zuvember)
"As for a places to go tonight the Execution Hill District is the closest to here, just to your east and has a number of inns and taverns.
The Rat in Hand Tavern has good gambling and a very unusual game they play. Food and ale are good at The Gargoyle Tavern. I go there for stew when something if the lab explodes and makes cooking… inadvisable."
He looks outside for a moment. "I can see that some of your companions are elves. The Red Lantern Tavern is run by triplet half-elf sisters. Some strange rumors circulate their establishment about demon worship but I doubt they are true.
Make sure you stay away from Varag’s Splendid Alehouse. A complete tourist trap. Probably the best place to sleep is the Sun and Seven Stars Inn. Those who have a family member being executed get special rates there. Relatively safe, good views, but the most expensive for private rooms."
(OOC: The group has obtained Essence of the Veil and have met with the House of Pain to develop a punishment for the artist, Garolon. You are to meet the Serpent Queen tomorrow at 2pm......she had said..."Please, finish both taskssss by thiss time tomorrow. Arrive early, and you pressssume. Arrive late....and you might offend.")
The sun has set and it is not night. It is raining and cold in the port. The humid air and wind from the sea making it most unpleasant outside.
Lev had gone silent after the scuffle with the legion members, mentally cursing himself for letting some escape. Knowing the legion, they'll be coming back for revenge eventually. It would be best to be out of blacksand before that happens. Well, there is a part of him that hopes for a chance to encounter Longfinger. He gripped his glaive as the group moved on to get the perfume, mind clearly racing as he seems disconnected from the task at hand.
While the others enter the alchemists shop, Lev stands guard outside. The last thing they need is to get into another fight.
He nods as the others exit the building, glancing skyward as the rain begins to fall. "Did it go well?" He pauses, waiting for a response before nodding and saying, "Good, then we should find ourselves a place to sleep."
Amdaeng had no real preference for where they stayed....though if Zarbyn mentions it she's going to tend toward the Red Lantern.
Lira staggers back against the wall just moments after exiting the shop. A strangled sound escapes her as she clutches her arms, nails digging so sharply into her skin that blood beads beneath her fingertips.
She squeezes her eyes shut, chest heaving. When she finally forces her eyes open, she’s shaking violently.
“I…I was in her. One of the coven. Shareella--” The name comes out strained, carrying a pain of recognition deeper than fear. “She was there. In the Icefinger Mountains, standing on a peak with snow spinning like…like it was alive.”
She swallows, the memory clawing at her throat.
“She was performing some kind of ritual. Pouring magic into a glacier. She threw two artifacts into the ice. Below it,” Lira shivers hard, her stomach twisting. “There was something huge. Sleeping.”
Her voice drops to a whisper. “She said when the moon is highest, the gate will open. That this thing will awaken. She wants to remake the world without evil, without greed…but the cold in her mind...” Lira presses a shaking hand to her temple. “It isn’t mercy. It's annihilation.”
She hesitates, then adds, barely audible:
“And she looked at me. At me, not the kobold. She smiled and winked.”
| Kaelen - Shadar-kai Gloom Stalker Ranger - Old Keep | Lira - Half-elf Thief Rogue/Druid - Allansia | Zoveldra - Kalashtar Open Hand Monk - Eberron | Vannithos - Shadar-kai Astral Self Monk - Von Nichts | Kessintra - Drow Assassin Rogue - Curse of Strahd |
ooc: placeholder for the newcomer Halbert Hermansen, aka Halbert with the halberd
tell me when/how I can be introduced
Similarly to Lev, Vydar also stayed fairly quiet after the parties scuffle with the thugs. He was perfectly fine letting Amdaeng, Lira and Zarbyn take the lead on obtaining the perfume, doubting that he'd really be much help in getting it. That said he waits outside in silence with Lev when the others enter the building, positioning himself next to the door so he can lean on the wall with his arms crossed.
He doesn't say anything when the others exit the building, and simply nods when they respond to Lev's question. However when Lira suddenly staggers against the wall his eyes widen with concern and reaches a hand out to steady her. Just before he can ask what's wrong Lira's eyes snap open and she pours out her story. He stares at her for a moment, trying to process what just happened, then he glances at Lev then back at Lira and at the medallion around her neck. His eyes harden with anger and frustration.
"You're right." He says quietly, "That's not mercy." Then he speaks up a bit louder. "It sounds like she's found a way around missing some artifacts... let's hope it's not a perfect fix."
This link Lira has with the Witch, while it may give them hints at what she's doing it's still a huge danger to Lira especially since Shareella is clearly aware of it and they have no idea to what extent she can garner information through Lira.
"Let's hope the Serpent Queen can help us find that wizard soon. Maybe he can get that thing off of you." He keeps a hand on Lira' arm to steady her if needed. "Can you walk? Lev is right we should get off the streets."
Vydar doesn't know these inns so he'll be fine with whichever Zarbyn chooses.
(Party has 5 choices for where to spend the night from post 3371 or can find other sources of lodging in other districts of the city.)