When they come across Adabra, the halfling rushes to her and, very excitedly and very quickly, explains everything that happened after they left her house. At the end of her rapid-fire tale, she adds, "I'm sorry for what happened to your moonstone! I got this one in return,"she says, showing her the lucky moonstone they found at the temple of Abbathor. "It should be returned to you, since I took yours, but… I hope you don't mind if I hang onto it just a little longer? I suspect I'll need it in the coming days."
Adabra smiles as you excitedly describe the events that transpired and how her moonstone ended up in your possession and then destroyed to open a secret door, only for it to reveal a magically enchanted version of the same style stone. She listens patiently with active listening while you ramble on. When it's clear you've completed your telling, the older woman's smile grows even bigger as she begins, "Don't worry about that moonstone deary. It sounds like it was destined to fall into your hands. That moonstone is yours. I insist you keep it."
You make your way to Tymora's shrine. Lyra, Gareth, and Meira take some time cleaning it up a bit before kneeling down to pray. Eldrin and Zephyros stand just outside and watch.
Lyra,
The first thing you notice is your coins have been taken. In their place are three dandelion flowers tied together with a bit of twine. You kneel down to pray, lovingly placing the single flower next to the others.
As your prayer concludes, you feel your body become weightless. You realize you're floating above the shrine and are looking down upon it. Not just on your companions, but on yourself, still in prayer. It's a strange sensation at first, seeing yourself in third person, but you are at peace with it. Your gaze shifts to Zephyros where you see him anxiously pacing. You feel the turmoil in his soul and it saddens you for a moment.
You then feel a warm presence enter your mind and that sadness melts away quickly and is replaced with overwhelming joy. "My devoted daughter, I delight in your worship. Welcome back from your adventure. I have been watching your progress with joy. In your group, you have one who wars with the gods. Though we have a plan for him too. Daughter, it would please me for you to touch his trident. He believes the gods despise him, but soon he will learn the truth. You will need each other more than ever before the end."
Your prayer concludes and you snap back into your body, clap your hands three times and stand up.
Meirahelps out Lyra, though she keeps looking to her for direction, not quite feel confident as to what a goddess would want. This shrine seems kind of trivial to her, but she sees the devotion in all that her halfling friend is doing. And for her sake, she does what she can. When the cleric kneels to pray, she watches, feeling even more uncertain now as to what to do. She feels the pull to do something, and so she too kneels down by the shrine once Lyrais done. Her words are said only in her head, 'Um, thank you Tymora for keeping Lyra safe. And... please just keep watching over her.' With that, she fishes a gold coin from her pouch and quietly sets it with the flowers that had been placed.
Slowly standing, she brushes the dust from her pants. "Yes, we should get on to the Miner's Exchange, right?"
Gareth accompanies Lyra and the others to the shrine. Although not being very religious himself, and if having to choose a deity to worship it would probably be Gwaeron Windstrom, the patron deity of rangers, the shrine to Tymora still cheered him up when he saw it. He liked the idea of the Lady of Luck being on their side. They would surely need some luck if they ever came face to face with the dragon. Arriving at the shrine, Gareth copies Lyra and plucks a flower to leave at the altar.
"Thanks for keeping my new friends and I safe," he begins. "Keep that up, and I'll happily share some gold."
But not too much, the ranger thinks wryly to himself. A man's still gotta eat and earn an income for his family.
"Yeah, let's head to the Miner's Exchange. Sounds like this Halia woman might not appreciate our pranks though," the ranger says, glancing at Lyra with a smile.
Eldrin stands at the edge of the shrine’s clearing, arms folded behind his back. Beside him, Zephyros looms, but Eldrin's gaze is distant, watching the others with a kind of quiet curiosity.
He does not kneel or approach.
Instead, as Lyra’s prayer concludes, Eldrin allows himself the faintest hint of a smile.
He glances sideways toward Zephyros and murmurs, just loud enough for the warrior alone to hear:
“It’s not a shrine I’d have chosen… but one must respect a goddess who gambles.”
After a moment, his voice, more thoughtful now, continues.
“Chance plays its hand whether we will it or not. One misstep and I fall to an orc’s axe… one spell miscast, and Lyra will pass. But she thanks Tymora anyway. Not in spite of the chaos—but because of it.”
His eyes remain on the shrine, now brightened with offerings, prayers, and flower petals.
“Perhaps… that is her wisdom. Not mastery of fate. But courage in the face of its indifference.”
He exhales slowly, and something in his posture softens. Just slightly.
"I'd never allow one who sits high on a throne, looking down on us mortals to guide my life or actions." The veteran whispers back to Eldrin.
He crosses his arms and thoughtfully continues, "On the other hand, I have to agree with your observation. Accepting reality and making due with whatever you've been given is no easy feat."
The fighter whispers even quieter now. "Though I hardly have respect for the gods, much less trust them, I notice that their followers are often much better allies than most."
Lyra Brightspark practically sparks with joy seeing the difference in offerings compared to last time. The coins have disappeared, and there is a new offering of flowers. That definitely means someone else has visited, and the thought makes her so happy she's almost bouncing as they tidy the shrine and leave more flowers.
She glances back at Zephyros and Eldrin, who've chosen not to participate. That's fine with her—she never wants to impose her beliefs on anyone. What matters is that they're there, waiting for their friends. She gives them a smile and a small wave before turning back to her prayer.
While kneeling, Lyra flashes a smile at Gareth, then another at Meira. She has a feeling Meira isn't entirely comfortable, but she is trying and that's what counts. Gently, Lyra places a hand over Meira's for a moment—a quiet way of saying, "Thanks for being here" and "whatever you choose to do is fine."
To Gareth, she adds warmly, "Don't worry about the gold. She doesn't care about money—or the lack of it. What matters is the intention. If something is meaningful to you, like these flowers, she'll love them. Just your presence is enough, whether you come to pray or keep watch from outside."
Later, as she finishes her prayer and rises, Lyra turns to where Zephyros and Eldrin are waiting and walks deliberately toward the former. Once in front of him, she places a hand gently on the haft of the trident he's holding, and smiles, saying nothing. Then, she lets go of the trident and glances at both Zephyros and Eldrin. "Thanks for waiting for us!" she says brightly.
As you stand up and move out of the shrine, You grab Zephyros' trident. A radiant light centered in your moonstone flows through you into the trident.
Zephyros,
Lyra casually grabs your trident, smiles, then thanks you and Eldrin for waiting. As soon as her hand touches the weapon, you see a glow from the moonstone around her neck, travel through her shoulder to her hand and then into your weapon. It glows with a divine energy for a moment before returning back to normal.
At first you are furious and untrusting as to what has just transpired. However, before you can react you hear a deep and masculine voice in your head. "You carry a heavy burden on your shoulders, warrior. Your sense of duty and sacrifice is admirable. I watched as you stood vigil in protection of your friends. I grant you this blessing to lighten your burden. May it help you in your trials to come." The God withdraws without even letting you know His name.
[[ OOC: Your trident has been divinely blessed and you've automatically attuned to it. It's now a Trident of Warning that also has +1 to attack and damage rolls. I have added it to your inventory.]]
You leave the shrine and head over the Pandalin's Miners Exchange. You walk up to the building and find double doors propped open. Inside a dwarf argues with a middle aged woman. The conversation seems to revolve around the amount offered for some golden nuggets the dwarf is trying to sell. In the end, the dwarf accept the offer and huffs past you, clearly angry after the exchange.
The woman greets you as you enter, "Oh, new faces in town. Hello, my name is Halia Thorton. I'm the guildmaster here at the exchange. What brings you to Phandalin and to my doors? Have you got items of value you wish to exchange for coin?"
When the spark jumps from the moonstone and into the trident, Lyra's eyes go wide and her mouth drops open. "Wow!!!"she exclaims, "I've never done that before! That was..." She trails off as she catches the sudden tension in Zephyros' face, his expression turning slightly completely furious.
The halfling takes a careful step back, lets out a nervous laugh, and rubs the back of her neck. "Uhm... so... shall we get going?" she suggests.
For some mysterious reason, Lyra is the first to reach the Miners Exchange. Never in her life have her feet carried her this fast. She does wait, though—politely—for the one carrying the gems to speak first.
Meira smiles as she sees the gemstones. "Gems!" she exclaims. "There are... twelve... fifteen of them in here. We'll have to divide them up."
Still holding the bag with the rest of the gemstones, Meira focuses on where Zephyros and Yarina had gotten to. "Probably should check up on those two that disappeared through the hidden door."
Out of the corner of her eye, Meirahad caught a glimpse of the strange light from Lyra'smoonstone moving to Zephyros' trident. She wasn't sure what to make of it, but as Lyrahastily made her way to the exchange she followed right along after her.
"Hello!" Meira says as she offers a friendly smile to Halia. "Indeed Guildmaster Thorton, we do have some valuables we would like to see about selling." Slowly she pulls out the pouch where she had placed the gems as she talks. "By the way, I am Meria Dheran and I am here with my companions." She waves an empty hand towards the others while the other is holding the pouch. "Is there somewhere I can show you what we've got? I bring gemstones."
She pauses to see the woman's response and how she would like to handle the evaluation of the gems.
Halia smiles as Meira greets her and says she has gemstones to trade. "Please come in then. Let's see what you have there." She beckons you all to come inside and stand at a nearby table. As you enter, you notice two individuals standing on opposite sides of the doorway. They both wear similar leather armor and cloaks. Moving over to the table, you see it's covered with a fine cloth and adorned with weights, measures, a scale, and a magnifying glass. As you place the bag of gemstones on the table, she dumps them out and begins to inspect each one individually. Though she doesn't use the magnifying glass or other tools on the table. "These are fairly ordinary gemstones. Hardly worth their weight. Tell you what... I'll give you a good deal on them since you're new in town. 75 gold pieces for all 15 gemstones. That's 5 gold pieces each." She sets the gemstone down she finished inspecting and looks at each party member in turn, waiting for your response.
Meiraproceeded to the table and set the bag on it to be dumped out. "Sorry, that should be 14 gemstones," she says quickly after Halia mentioned the numbers. She does pause however to count them again, giving Lyraa glance to make sure she still had her moonstone. Once she feels comfortable she has the count right, she says, "I know these aren't particularly fancy, but I think they would fetch a little bit more. Would you consider 100 gold pieces for the 14 gemstones? That's close to 7 gold for each." (Persuasion: 16)
(OOC - Also, if I was wrong on the numbers, then she'll admit she miscounted and change the other accordingly!)
Halia looks back down to the table and recounts the gemstones. "You're right! I can't believe I miss counted like that. You know what... very well. 100 gold pieces." She takes a bag from under the table and counts out 10 stacks of 10 gold pieces totaling 100 gold and slides them over to you. "Pleasure doin business with ya Meira. Oh and by the way... I deal in more than gemstones. Information is a valuable commodity in my trade. For example, as the Triboar Trail runs east, it passes through the ruins of Conyberry, a town sacked by barbarians years ago. There’s a ruined temple south of Conyberry where it’s said the locals hid their gold. Might be worth a look see for the adventurous type."
She looks you up and down and smiles. "You certainly fit the bill. Let me know if there is anything else I can do for you Ms. Dheran." She stands there a moment longer to see if you have more business with her.
Once your business is concluded, she then moves to another dwarf who came through the doors shouting that they just found the motherload of golden nuggets. The dwarf plops down a nugget about the size of a marble onto a similar style table across the room, and eyes the party with suspicion before turning his attention to Halia.
"An old temple south of Cornyberry? We'll keep that in mind," Meira replies to Halia. "Thank you and I will certainly hope that we can do more business in the future." She collects the coins and makes sure they are divided up amongst the others. "Twenty gold each. Not too bad."
As she had moved over to the others, she had noted not only what appeared to be a large gold nugget, but also the suspicious looks. She made a clear show of not paying attention to his discussion with Halia. "Off to the tavern now?" she asks.
Lyrastares, mouth agape, as she's handed more money for the second time that day. "Gods above, I've never had so much gold before. What am I even going to do with it?" she says. "Well... for the moment, just pocket it safely, I guess?" She does so, then continues musing aloud. "I could buy some better equipment at some point. Though I gotta say, I should save a bit... or a lot... for that goblet I broke last year at the Temple. The High Priest was so mad. Aaaand I should probably get some kind of present for my brothers and sisters when I see them again. I bet they'd be really happy…" Lyra rubs her chin. "What could I get them? Hmmm…"
The halfling seems momentarily lost in thought, but snaps back to attention when the temple south of Cornyberry is mentioned. "How fortunate! We were thinking of maybe picking a job from the board in Cornyberry itself," she says to Halia.
Then, as the group prepares to head toward the inn, she whispers, "So... where is Cornyberry, anyway? East? West?"
"... does it happen to be near the city of the gnomes?"
Adabra smiles as you excitedly describe the events that transpired and how her moonstone ended up in your possession and then destroyed to open a secret door, only for it to reveal a magically enchanted version of the same style stone. She listens patiently with active listening while you ramble on. When it's clear you've completed your telling, the older woman's smile grows even bigger as she begins, "Don't worry about that moonstone deary. It sounds like it was destined to fall into your hands. That moonstone is yours. I insist you keep it."
DM for Tyranny of Dragons and Phandelver and Below, two in-person campaigns that meet weekly on Friday and Saturday nights.
Everyone,
You make your way to Tymora's shrine. Lyra, Gareth, and Meira take some time cleaning it up a bit before kneeling down to pray. Eldrin and Zephyros stand just outside and watch.
Lyra,
The first thing you notice is your coins have been taken. In their place are three dandelion flowers tied together with a bit of twine. You kneel down to pray, lovingly placing the single flower next to the others.
As your prayer concludes, you feel your body become weightless. You realize you're floating above the shrine and are looking down upon it. Not just on your companions, but on yourself, still in prayer. It's a strange sensation at first, seeing yourself in third person, but you are at peace with it. Your gaze shifts to Zephyros where you see him anxiously pacing. You feel the turmoil in his soul and it saddens you for a moment.
You then feel a warm presence enter your mind and that sadness melts away quickly and is replaced with overwhelming joy. "My devoted daughter, I delight in your worship. Welcome back from your adventure. I have been watching your progress with joy. In your group, you have one who wars with the gods. Though we have a plan for him too. Daughter, it would please me for you to touch his trident. He believes the gods despise him, but soon he will learn the truth. You will need each other more than ever before the end."
Your prayer concludes and you snap back into your body, clap your hands three times and stand up.
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Meira helps out Lyra, though she keeps looking to her for direction, not quite feel confident as to what a goddess would want. This shrine seems kind of trivial to her, but she sees the devotion in all that her halfling friend is doing. And for her sake, she does what she can. When the cleric kneels to pray, she watches, feeling even more uncertain now as to what to do. She feels the pull to do something, and so she too kneels down by the shrine once Lyra is done. Her words are said only in her head, 'Um, thank you Tymora for keeping Lyra safe. And... please just keep watching over her.' With that, she fishes a gold coin from her pouch and quietly sets it with the flowers that had been placed.
Slowly standing, she brushes the dust from her pants. "Yes, we should get on to the Miner's Exchange, right?"
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Gareth accompanies Lyra and the others to the shrine. Although not being very religious himself, and if having to choose a deity to worship it would probably be Gwaeron Windstrom, the patron deity of rangers, the shrine to Tymora still cheered him up when he saw it. He liked the idea of the Lady of Luck being on their side. They would surely need some luck if they ever came face to face with the dragon. Arriving at the shrine, Gareth copies Lyra and plucks a flower to leave at the altar.
"Thanks for keeping my new friends and I safe," he begins. "Keep that up, and I'll happily share some gold."
But not too much, the ranger thinks wryly to himself. A man's still gotta eat and earn an income for his family.
"Yeah, let's head to the Miner's Exchange. Sounds like this Halia woman might not appreciate our pranks though," the ranger says, glancing at Lyra with a smile.
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Characters: Bryony Alderleaf (Phandelver and Below) ♦ Vesta Trevelyan (Vecna: Eve of Ruin) ♦ Ada Kendrick (Curse of Strahd) ♦ Gareth Blackwood (Dragon of Icespire Peak) ♦ Karys Velthune (Out of the Abyss) ♦ Surina Xarith (Simple, Heroic Adventure)
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Eldrin stands at the edge of the shrine’s clearing, arms folded behind his back. Beside him, Zephyros looms, but Eldrin's gaze is distant, watching the others with a kind of quiet curiosity.
He does not kneel or approach.
Instead, as Lyra’s prayer concludes, Eldrin allows himself the faintest hint of a smile.
He glances sideways toward Zephyros and murmurs, just loud enough for the warrior alone to hear:
“It’s not a shrine I’d have chosen… but one must respect a goddess who gambles.”
After a moment, his voice, more thoughtful now, continues.
“Chance plays its hand whether we will it or not. One misstep and I fall to an orc’s axe… one spell miscast, and Lyra will pass. But she thanks Tymora anyway. Not in spite of the chaos—but because of it.”
His eyes remain on the shrine, now brightened with offerings, prayers, and flower petals.
“Perhaps… that is her wisdom. Not mastery of fate. But courage in the face of its indifference.”
He exhales slowly, and something in his posture softens. Just slightly.
“That, I can admire.”
Zephyros slowly strokes his big brown beard.
"I'd never allow one who sits high on a throne, looking down on us mortals to guide my life or actions." The veteran whispers back to Eldrin.
He crosses his arms and thoughtfully continues, "On the other hand, I have to agree with your observation. Accepting reality and making due with whatever you've been given is no easy feat."
The fighter whispers even quieter now. "Though I hardly have respect for the gods, much less trust them, I notice that their followers are often much better allies than most."
Lyra Brightspark practically sparks with joy seeing the difference in offerings compared to last time. The coins have disappeared, and there is a new offering of flowers. That definitely means someone else has visited, and the thought makes her so happy she's almost bouncing as they tidy the shrine and leave more flowers.
She glances back at Zephyros and Eldrin, who've chosen not to participate. That's fine with her—she never wants to impose her beliefs on anyone. What matters is that they're there, waiting for their friends. She gives them a smile and a small wave before turning back to her prayer.
While kneeling, Lyra flashes a smile at Gareth, then another at Meira. She has a feeling Meira isn't entirely comfortable, but she is trying and that's what counts. Gently, Lyra places a hand over Meira's for a moment—a quiet way of saying, "Thanks for being here" and "whatever you choose to do is fine."
To Gareth, she adds warmly, "Don't worry about the gold. She doesn't care about money—or the lack of it. What matters is the intention. If something is meaningful to you, like these flowers, she'll love them. Just your presence is enough, whether you come to pray or keep watch from outside."
Later, as she finishes her prayer and rises, Lyra turns to where Zephyros and Eldrin are waiting and walks deliberately toward the former. Once in front of him, she places a hand gently on the haft of the trident he's holding, and smiles, saying nothing. Then, she lets go of the trident and glances at both Zephyros and Eldrin. "Thanks for waiting for us!" she says brightly.
Peindre l'amour, peindre la vie, pleurer en couleur ♫
Auriel | Shenua | Arren | Lyra
Lrya,
As you stand up and move out of the shrine, You grab Zephyros' trident. A radiant light centered in your moonstone flows through you into the trident.
Zephyros,
Lyra casually grabs your trident, smiles, then thanks you and Eldrin for waiting. As soon as her hand touches the weapon, you see a glow from the moonstone around her neck, travel through her shoulder to her hand and then into your weapon. It glows with a divine energy for a moment before returning back to normal.
At first you are furious and untrusting as to what has just transpired. However, before you can react you hear a deep and masculine voice in your head. "You carry a heavy burden on your shoulders, warrior. Your sense of duty and sacrifice is admirable. I watched as you stood vigil in protection of your friends. I grant you this blessing to lighten your burden. May it help you in your trials to come." The God withdraws without even letting you know His name.
[[ OOC: Your trident has been divinely blessed and you've automatically attuned to it. It's now a Trident of Warning that also has +1 to attack and damage rolls. I have added it to your inventory.]]
DM for Tyranny of Dragons and Phandelver and Below, two in-person campaigns that meet weekly on Friday and Saturday nights.
Everyone,
You leave the shrine and head over the Pandalin's Miners Exchange. You walk up to the building and find double doors propped open. Inside a dwarf argues with a middle aged woman. The conversation seems to revolve around the amount offered for some golden nuggets the dwarf is trying to sell. In the end, the dwarf accept the offer and huffs past you, clearly angry after the exchange.
The woman greets you as you enter, "Oh, new faces in town. Hello, my name is Halia Thorton. I'm the guildmaster here at the exchange. What brings you to Phandalin and to my doors? Have you got items of value you wish to exchange for coin?"
DM for Tyranny of Dragons and Phandelver and Below, two in-person campaigns that meet weekly on Friday and Saturday nights.
When the spark jumps from the moonstone and into the trident, Lyra's eyes go wide and her mouth drops open. "Wow!!!" she exclaims, "I've never done that before! That was..." She trails off as she catches the sudden tension in Zephyros' face, his expression turning
slightlycompletely furious.The halfling takes a careful step back, lets out a nervous laugh, and rubs the back of her neck. "Uhm... so... shall we get going?" she suggests.
For some mysterious reason, Lyra is the first to reach the Miners Exchange. Never in her life have her feet carried her this fast. She does wait, though—politely—for the one carrying the gems to speak first.
Peindre l'amour, peindre la vie, pleurer en couleur ♫
Auriel | Shenua | Arren | Lyra
[OOC: Awkward question...is Eldrin in possession of the gems?]
(ooc: I'm not really sure, that is why I didn't write any name ^^U)
Peindre l'amour, peindre la vie, pleurer en couleur ♫
Auriel | Shenua | Arren | Lyra
According to post #268 Meira has them.
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As Ms. Lyra reaches out for the weapon, Zephyros instinctively tries to pull it away. "What are you doing lassie?" Ironheart questions.
But before he can snatch the trident away, a holy light emanates from Lyra's necklace, which traverses into his precious polearm.
"By the-..." His normally gruff voice is soft and obviously gives away his confusion.
The veteran simply stares with almost a glare at the young cleric as she suggests we get going and as she hurries to the Miner's exchange.
The astonished man asks the world, "did... anyone hear that?"
Zephyros tries to describe what transpired in his head, but his tongue disobeys his mind's commands.
"I- He-" The big man mutters.
Zephyros shuts his mouth and follows his party from behind, realizing he can't explain nor understand what just happened.
Out of the corner of her eye, Meira had caught a glimpse of the strange light from Lyra's moonstone moving to Zephyros' trident. She wasn't sure what to make of it, but as Lyra hastily made her way to the exchange she followed right along after her.
"Hello!" Meira says as she offers a friendly smile to Halia. "Indeed Guildmaster Thorton, we do have some valuables we would like to see about selling." Slowly she pulls out the pouch where she had placed the gems as she talks. "By the way, I am Meria Dheran and I am here with my companions." She waves an empty hand towards the others while the other is holding the pouch. "Is there somewhere I can show you what we've got? I bring gemstones."
She pauses to see the woman's response and how she would like to handle the evaluation of the gems.
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Halia smiles as Meira greets her and says she has gemstones to trade. "Please come in then. Let's see what you have there." She beckons you all to come inside and stand at a nearby table. As you enter, you notice two individuals standing on opposite sides of the doorway. They both wear similar leather armor and cloaks. Moving over to the table, you see it's covered with a fine cloth and adorned with weights, measures, a scale, and a magnifying glass. As you place the bag of gemstones on the table, she dumps them out and begins to inspect each one individually. Though she doesn't use the magnifying glass or other tools on the table. "These are fairly ordinary gemstones. Hardly worth their weight. Tell you what... I'll give you a good deal on them since you're new in town. 75 gold pieces for all 15 gemstones. That's 5 gold pieces each." She sets the gemstone down she finished inspecting and looks at each party member in turn, waiting for your response.
DM for Tyranny of Dragons and Phandelver and Below, two in-person campaigns that meet weekly on Friday and Saturday nights.
Meira proceeded to the table and set the bag on it to be dumped out. "Sorry, that should be 14 gemstones," she says quickly after Halia mentioned the numbers. She does pause however to count them again, giving Lyra a glance to make sure she still had her moonstone. Once she feels comfortable she has the count right, she says, "I know these aren't particularly fancy, but I think they would fetch a little bit more. Would you consider 100 gold pieces for the 14 gemstones? That's close to 7 gold for each." (Persuasion: 16)
(OOC - Also, if I was wrong on the numbers, then she'll admit she miscounted and change the other accordingly!)
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Halia looks back down to the table and recounts the gemstones. "You're right! I can't believe I miss counted like that. You know what... very well. 100 gold pieces." She takes a bag from under the table and counts out 10 stacks of 10 gold pieces totaling 100 gold and slides them over to you. "Pleasure doin business with ya Meira. Oh and by the way... I deal in more than gemstones. Information is a valuable commodity in my trade. For example, as the Triboar Trail runs east, it passes through the ruins of Conyberry, a town sacked by barbarians years ago. There’s a ruined temple south of Conyberry where it’s said the locals hid their gold. Might be worth a look see for the adventurous type."
She looks you up and down and smiles. "You certainly fit the bill. Let me know if there is anything else I can do for you Ms. Dheran." She stands there a moment longer to see if you have more business with her.
Once your business is concluded, she then moves to another dwarf who came through the doors shouting that they just found the motherload of golden nuggets. The dwarf plops down a nugget about the size of a marble onto a similar style table across the room, and eyes the party with suspicion before turning his attention to Halia.
DM for Tyranny of Dragons and Phandelver and Below, two in-person campaigns that meet weekly on Friday and Saturday nights.
"An old temple south of Cornyberry? We'll keep that in mind," Meira replies to Halia. "Thank you and I will certainly hope that we can do more business in the future." She collects the coins and makes sure they are divided up amongst the others. "Twenty gold each. Not too bad."
As she had moved over to the others, she had noted not only what appeared to be a large gold nugget, but also the suspicious looks. She made a clear show of not paying attention to his discussion with Halia. "Off to the tavern now?" she asks.
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Lyra stares, mouth agape, as she's handed more money for the second time that day. "Gods above, I've never had so much gold before. What am I even going to do with it?" she says. "Well... for the moment, just pocket it safely, I guess?" She does so, then continues musing aloud. "I could buy some better equipment at some point. Though I gotta say, I should save a bit... or a lot... for that goblet I broke last year at the Temple. The High Priest was so mad. Aaaand I should probably get some kind of present for my brothers and sisters when I see them again. I bet they'd be really happy…" Lyra rubs her chin. "What could I get them? Hmmm…"
The halfling seems momentarily lost in thought, but snaps back to attention when the temple south of Cornyberry is mentioned. "How fortunate! We were thinking of maybe picking a job from the board in Cornyberry itself," she says to Halia.
Then, as the group prepares to head toward the inn, she whispers, "So... where is Cornyberry, anyway? East? West?"
"... does it happen to be near the city of the gnomes?"
Peindre l'amour, peindre la vie, pleurer en couleur ♫
Auriel | Shenua | Arren | Lyra