Upon handling the new glaive, Lev frowns for a moment, reading the engraving on the shaft. He freezes, hands shaking as he realizes what it says. This... what is going on? Why... how?
He stands there staring at the glaive, clearly unsettled by whatever the engraving says. It seems fate and the gods have ahold of him after all.
Vydar glances around the room, his eyes immediately falling on one of the rapiers. Moving to pick it up, he digs around in his pouch in an attempt to find something to trade. He doesn't have much that he'd be willing to part with. Hopefully, an equal trade is not necessary. He thinks for a moment, then pulls a silver spike from one of his packs. Then he places it and the rapier on the scales.
Vydar studies and tries out a few rapiers, before selecting one to his liking with good balance. When he picks it up again off the scales, engraved on the blade is (Defender of Storm)
The silver spike disappears. On the other scale is the rapier.
Iólinder followed after the others, the now snoring Ning clutched between his arm and chest. He had the sudden realisation that he looked quite like a child running behind his parents. Then he realised that he did not know how old the others were. For all he knew, he could very well be the youngest! But Ning's fur felt warm against his body and he could see the appeal of having a miniature bear. Not that he was willing to trade out Zazi. Maybe it was just some childhood dreams catching up to him.
He entered the armory. Aside from being impressed by the room and its content, Iólinder did wonder about the strange layout of the palace so far. They had passed a lounging area, a pool, a bathroom and now an armory? His mind told him that it should be the other way around, no? You removed your armour in the armory, then got cleaned up, head for a swim and finish by lounging around after the exercise. Did they enter the palace through the backdoor? It was something to consider.
But all of that had to wait as Iólinder's eye fell upon a particular shield. A shield emblazed with a sword. The symbol of Telak! Intrigued Iólinder gently put Ning on the floor where she could continue her nap and approached the shield. It was emaculate: not a spot of dirt, dust or rust to see. The part of his brain that was not bewildered by the shiny told him that this most likely meant the shield was magical. Iólinder tore his gaze away long enough to see that the others had taken similar items and put them on a large set of scales in the middle of the room. It seemed an equivalent exchange was necessary. One for one. Balance. The others exchanged similar items. He ought to try that as well.
Iólinder took the shield off the wall and placed it in one of the scales. In the other he placed his current shield: a trusty aid throughout his time up to this moment. He uttered a prayer to Telak and hoped it would be enough.
As Iólinder picks up the single new shield, his eyes are drawn to something on the inside of the shield.
Iólinder
On the inside of the shield is an obscure ancient looking map. The outside of the shield can serve as your holy symbol. The shield is now on your character sheet and is equipped.
Lira leans forward curiously when she notices the writing on Lev's new glaive. "Hm, 'Knox'?" She murmurs. Everything here seems brand new, so it is a surprise to see a name on it.
"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.”
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Amdaeng felt her eyes drawn to the knuckles but as she held them she looked over her scant belongings......throwing blades....need those.....daab....it was a gift.....healing potion? or crowbar?
She tried placing the crowbar down on one side and the knuckles on the other, if it didn't disappear she replaced the crowbar with the potion.
The crowbar weights less than the knuckles , which doesn’t make much sense. Then, trying the magic potion , it balances and disappears. The brass knuckles remain.
Amdaeng
The brass knuckles fit Amanda’s fingers perfectly
You have a +2 bonus to attack and damage rolls made with this magic weapon.
add brass knuckles to your inventory it’s a home brew
Lev lets out a long, shaky breath, shutting his eyes for a moment and gripping the glaive tightly. He’s always been pretty good about keeping his emotions to himself, but right now it’s abundantly clear that he’s struggling to do so.
His attention is pulled outward as he hears Lira read the engraving. Her voice draws his eyes to her for a brief moment, but they slowly return to the name on the shaft. “Knox,” he breaths, the word barely audible. His voice quivered slightly, and he let out another long breath before setting the butt of the glaive on the floor and looking to the rest of the group. He looks haggard, like days of unrest suddenly caught up to him. And it isn’t just because of the drug.
Noticing the initials inside the collar Zarbyn asks, "R. R. Does anyone else's items that they traded for have personal writings, markings, or symbols?"
He begins donning the new studded leather with the decorative sharks and conch shells.
As he finishes up with the armor, tightening the last few straps and fastening the last of the buckles, "R. R. Riddel Reaves. Oh by all that's holy! He was the captain! And even the ship was called 'The Twice Shy!'"
Zarbyn begins pacing and motioning his hands and arms to coincide with what he's saying, similar to those who 'talk with their hands,' as he works through some things aloud.
"Wait a minute! At the bottom of the message I delivered for Professor Storm it says 'Zarbyn is one of us.' I think that means Natalie Storm herself had faith in Logaan."
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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.”
Lira looks confused at Zarbyn's statement, thinking back to the stories she'd heard growing up in Rentarn. "The Twice Shy? You mean the ghost ship? I've always heard the captain called the Riddling Reaver, not Riddel Reaves." It is strange, as Zarbyn sounds as if he is speaking from experience.
"Ghost ship?" Zarbyn seems to be drawn back to the present from his musings, "You've heard of The Twice Shy? Why do you call it a ghost ship?"
"I'm sorry," he moves closer and forces himself to slow down and appear non-threatening, "I don't mean to alarm you but can you tell me what you know of The Twice Shy and Captain Riddel Reaves?"
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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.”
Lira is at a loss as to why Zarbyn seems so confused, but nods and obliges.
"Well, growing up in Rentarn, I heard all kinds of stories about it. Let's see...A spectral ship with black sails and a ghost crew. They do normal pirate things too, but the main thing everyone feared about it was being captured. Once you set foot on the ship, you were bound to it forever. Even the captain, the Riddling Reaver, could never escape apparently, though he tried various ways...Some people thought that was the reason he took so many prisoners: trying to find the right person to replace him so his soul could be free...Uh, the stories said he also liked riddles though, and might spare or even reward you for getting one of his right."
Iólinder held his new shield up in front of him. Despite its design the shield was perfectly balanced. Strong enough to deflect attacks yet light enough to be wielded with ease. Whoever had crafted it did a fine job. He turned it around and was about to loop it to his arm when he spotted something on the back of the shield.
Noticing the initials inside the collar Zarbyn asks, "R. R. Does anyone else's items that they traded for have personal writings, markings, or symbols?"
Iólinder spoke up. 'There is something here on the back of my shield.'He brought it closer to his face so he could inspect it. It seemed somewhat familiar. Like an early sketch of a painting you have seen a thousand times. 'I think it's a map. Old. Very old. Bit obscured but let me get a better look at it.'
"Yes,"Lev says bluntly in response to Zarbyn. He frowns slightly, seeming a little relieved that he's not the only one with something personal engraved on his new weapon.
He spaces off a bit when they start talking about the ghost ship, vaguely wondering what Zarbyn's relationship to a pirate crew (undead or not) could possibly be. He realizes then how little he actually knows about most of his companions.
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Lev
As Lev handles the sharp Glaive, his hands find something hand carved on the shaft “K N O X” (the name of his brother) see your character sheet.
Upon handling the new glaive, Lev frowns for a moment, reading the engraving on the shaft. He freezes, hands shaking as he realizes what it says. This... what is going on? Why... how?
He stands there staring at the glaive, clearly unsettled by whatever the engraving says. It seems fate and the gods have ahold of him after all.
Vydar glances around the room, his eyes immediately falling on one of the rapiers. Moving to pick it up, he digs around in his pouch in an attempt to find something to trade. He doesn't have much that he'd be willing to part with. Hopefully, an equal trade is not necessary. He thinks for a moment, then pulls a silver spike from one of his packs. Then he places it and the rapier on the scales.
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Vydar
Vydar studies and tries out a few rapiers, before selecting one to his liking with good balance. When he picks it up again off the scales, engraved on the blade is (Defender of Storm)
The silver spike disappears. On the other scale is the rapier.
Iólinder followed after the others, the now snoring Ning clutched between his arm and chest. He had the sudden realisation that he looked quite like a child running behind his parents. Then he realised that he did not know how old the others were. For all he knew, he could very well be the youngest! But Ning's fur felt warm against his body and he could see the appeal of having a miniature bear. Not that he was willing to trade out Zazi. Maybe it was just some childhood dreams catching up to him.
He entered the armory. Aside from being impressed by the room and its content, Iólinder did wonder about the strange layout of the palace so far. They had passed a lounging area, a pool, a bathroom and now an armory? His mind told him that it should be the other way around, no? You removed your armour in the armory, then got cleaned up, head for a swim and finish by lounging around after the exercise. Did they enter the palace through the backdoor? It was something to consider.
But all of that had to wait as Iólinder's eye fell upon a particular shield. A shield emblazed with a sword. The symbol of Telak! Intrigued Iólinder gently put Ning on the floor where she could continue her nap and approached the shield. It was emaculate: not a spot of dirt, dust or rust to see. The part of his brain that was not bewildered by the shiny told him that this most likely meant the shield was magical. Iólinder tore his gaze away long enough to see that the others had taken similar items and put them on a large set of scales in the middle of the room. It seemed an equivalent exchange was necessary. One for one. Balance. The others exchanged similar items. He ought to try that as well.
Iólinder took the shield off the wall and placed it in one of the scales. In the other he placed his current shield: a trusty aid throughout his time up to this moment. He uttered a prayer to Telak and hoped it would be enough.
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William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
Tyrgram, the Butterfly Knight: Dwarf Warlock - Secret of Greenwold
Iòlinder Corrach: Half Elf War Cleric - Allansia Adventure
Valerius Sergius Publius: Dhampir Paladin - Vae Victus
The shield disappears and the new shield remains.
As Iólinder picks up the single new shield, his eyes are drawn to something on the inside of the shield.
Iólinder
On the inside of the shield is an obscure ancient looking map. The outside of the shield can serve as your holy symbol. The shield is now on your character sheet and is equipped.
Lira leans forward curiously when she notices the writing on Lev's new glaive. "Hm, 'Knox'?" She murmurs. Everything here seems brand new, so it is a surprise to see a name on it.
Zarbyn: 2
Amdaeng felt her eyes drawn to the knuckles but as she held them she looked over her scant belongings......throwing blades....need those.....daab....it was a gift.....healing potion? or crowbar?
She tried placing the crowbar down on one side and the knuckles on the other, if it didn't disappear she replaced the crowbar with the potion.
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The crowbar weights less than the knuckles , which doesn’t make much sense. Then, trying the magic potion , it balances and disappears. The brass knuckles remain.
Amdaeng
The brass knuckles fit Amanda’s fingers perfectly
You have a +2 bonus to attack and damage rolls made with this magic weapon.
add brass knuckles to your inventory it’s a home brew
Zarbyns armor disappears and the new set remains
As Zarbyn puts the armor on, it seems to change. The armor is decorated with fish and shell motifs. As he puts it on
zarbyn
Add mariners studded leather to your inventory inside the neck area of the armor, zarbyn sees “R.R.”
Lev lets out a long, shaky breath, shutting his eyes for a moment and gripping the glaive tightly. He’s always been pretty good about keeping his emotions to himself, but right now it’s abundantly clear that he’s struggling to do so.
His attention is pulled outward as he hears Lira read the engraving. Her voice draws his eyes to her for a brief moment, but they slowly return to the name on the shaft. “Knox,” he breaths, the word barely audible. His voice quivered slightly, and he let out another long breath before setting the butt of the glaive on the floor and looking to the rest of the group.
He looks haggard, like days of unrest suddenly caught up to him. And it isn’t just because of the drug.
Noticing the initials inside the collar Zarbyn asks, "R. R. Does anyone else's items that they traded for have personal writings, markings, or symbols?"
He begins donning the new studded leather with the decorative sharks and conch shells.
As he finishes up with the armor, tightening the last few straps and fastening the last of the buckles, "R. R. Riddel Reaves. Oh by all that's holy! He was the captain! And even the ship was called 'The Twice Shy!'"
Zarbyn begins pacing and motioning his hands and arms to coincide with what he's saying, similar to those who 'talk with their hands,' as he works through some things aloud.
"Wait a minute! At the bottom of the message I delivered for Professor Storm it says 'Zarbyn is one of us.' I think that means Natalie Storm herself had faith in Logaan."
Zarbyn has not mentioned The Twice Shy in Lira's presence, or Riddel Reaves.
Lira, a person who grew up at the Port of Rentarn has heard of this ship.
(Sending you a separate message)
Lira looks confused at Zarbyn's statement, thinking back to the stories she'd heard growing up in Rentarn. "The Twice Shy? You mean the ghost ship? I've always heard the captain called the Riddling Reaver, not Riddel Reaves." It is strange, as Zarbyn sounds as if he is speaking from experience.
"Ghost ship?" Zarbyn seems to be drawn back to the present from his musings, "You've heard of The Twice Shy? Why do you call it a ghost ship?"
"I'm sorry," he moves closer and forces himself to slow down and appear non-threatening, "I don't mean to alarm you but can you tell me what you know of The Twice Shy and Captain Riddel Reaves?"
Lira is at a loss as to why Zarbyn seems so confused, but nods and obliges.
"Well, growing up in Rentarn, I heard all kinds of stories about it. Let's see...A spectral ship with black sails and a ghost crew. They do normal pirate things too, but the main thing everyone feared about it was being captured. Once you set foot on the ship, you were bound to it forever. Even the captain, the Riddling Reaver, could never escape apparently, though he tried various ways...Some people thought that was the reason he took so many prisoners: trying to find the right person to replace him so his soul could be free...Uh, the stories said he also liked riddles though, and might spare or even reward you for getting one of his right."
Iólinder held his new shield up in front of him. Despite its design the shield was perfectly balanced. Strong enough to deflect attacks yet light enough to be wielded with ease. Whoever had crafted it did a fine job. He turned it around and was about to loop it to his arm when he spotted something on the back of the shield.
Iólinder spoke up. 'There is something here on the back of my shield.' He brought it closer to his face so he could inspect it. It seemed somewhat familiar. Like an early sketch of a painting you have seen a thousand times.
'I think it's a map. Old. Very old. Bit obscured but let me get a better look at it.'
Religion check: 14
William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
Tyrgram, the Butterfly Knight: Dwarf Warlock - Secret of Greenwold
Iòlinder Corrach: Half Elf War Cleric - Allansia Adventure
Valerius Sergius Publius: Dhampir Paladin - Vae Victus
"Yes," Lev says bluntly in response to Zarbyn. He frowns slightly, seeming a little relieved that he's not the only one with something personal engraved on his new weapon.
He spaces off a bit when they start talking about the ghost ship, vaguely wondering what Zarbyn's relationship to a pirate crew (undead or not) could possibly be. He realizes then how little he actually knows about most of his companions.