Father Lucien looked at the amulet and sighed, do the wereravens know that you have this? It can only be used by a cleric. If you want to attune it I'd suggest meditation and prayer. I can leave you here in the church for the silence that you need.
I am sorry but I have not met another wandering cleric of the morninglord. Can you describe him for me? Then at least if he comes here I can tell him that you haven't given up hope. He says. You'll need guidance to tell where the tome and sunsword is, have the Vistani not helped? Their Matriarch mother Eva knows many things, and what she fortells happens, did she not read Tarroka for you?
Frederick
Giving a disgruntled squawk Frederik and his companions fly to the top of the puppeteers tent and grasp the cords attached to the fighting puppets. Rictavio smiles and continues the story about a young boy who became a hero. His puppets dance in the hands of all of them, the emotions of the story and its meaning sigh amongst the children. You see magic spread and engulf the children in a soft glow as their hero faced the evil overlord.
The bard uses minor illusion to add sound effects to the battle scene; steel on steel, horses, everything BUT the cries of dying men. Reality would return soon enough for these people, let them just enjoy the story for the theatrical value.
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For I am Death and I won't break. I got a life I've got to take. When will it end, this sufferin' of late? It was nice to know you. __The Pretty Reckless
The young woman with the blonde braided hair gives father Lucien a confused look at his sigh. "I don't know whether the wereravens are aware or not? Are you saying they should be informed?" She asks with a shrug and a hint of annoyance. She goes on to briefly describe her mentor, although she sincerely doubted that he would have passed through here without visiting the church and explaining who he was, in fact she feared now that he never came through here at all. She is confused by the priests responses. What did he know about the vistani helping them with their cards, or that they even met this Madame Eva, and perhaps more importantly, why would he think the vistani would help them with these things in particular? It all made little sense to her but it seemed clear the priest couldn't help her. "My apologies for intruding on your time father, I will go and enjoy the festival now." She says with a strained smile and leaves the church to find the others.
Creeping ever so slowly towards Crisaryn, he rapid fires several minor illusion cantrips. The sounds begin with steel being unsheathed, then the crash and ringing of blade on blade, followed by the 'twang' of a bow string being released With a smile, he whispered, Ah, the true pleasure of improv! Do not think, just feel. How does the flow of the performance move you? How can you shape your magic to lend a bit of flare? His face, glistening with sweat from the exertion of casting so many spells in rapid succession, is simply a glow in joy. The smiles and joy of the children seems to fuel him, their laughter spurning him on to keep casting.
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For I am Death and I won't break. I got a life I've got to take. When will it end, this sufferin' of late? It was nice to know you. __The Pretty Reckless
Crisaryn ends up just looking at Illmirth. She sees his passion for this. She just doesn't really feel it herself. "How does the flow move me?" she repeats quietly. Her mind turns to how she might make wounds appear on the puppets being attacked. Or how she might char the puppet representing a villain. She was aware enough though to have seen how Illmirth colored this performance for the children. Well, maybe not just for the children, but that seemed at the forefront of Illmirth's design.
Finally, she uses her magic to create very brief sounds of the battle similar to what Illmirth was doing, hoping to at least relieve the load on him. She keeps this up for a bit, getting a tiny bit more involved with what she's doing, though still basically just copying. And then, in a particularly tense moment, the evil lord nearly catching the boy off guard, she adds a shrieking raven's call. It fits just right to appear to have warned the boy so he could protect himself in that moment.
Crisaryn has few other embellishments after that but just continues to help out with sounds as long as Illmirth keeps at it as well.
Some of the adults clapped as Rictavio and the ravens finished their battle to the sounds provided by Illmirth and Crisaryn. The children all laughing asked for more.
Rictavio set down the hero puppet and gestured to the Ravens to drop the wires on theirs. He produced some bacon from a pouch and fed each Raven.
(Reminder of post 571)
The Tome of Strahd. This card tells of history. Knowledge of the ancient will help you better understand your enemy. 3 of swords soldier. Go to the mountains. Climb the white tower guarded by golden knights.
The Holy Symbol of Ravenkind. This card tells of a powerful force for good and protection, a holy symbol of great hope. 6 of coins beggar. A wounded elf has what you seek. He will part with the treasure to see his dark dreams fulfilled.
The Sunsword. This is a card of power and strength. It tells of a weapon of vengeance: a sword of sunlight. 1 of coins swashbuckler. I see the skeleton of a deadly warrior, lying on a bed of stone flanked by gargoyles.
Strahds Enemy. This card sheds light on one who will help you greatly in the battle against darkness. Artifact. Look for an entertaining man with a monkey. This man is more than he seems.
Strahds location in the castle. Your enemy is a creature of darkness, whose powers are beyond mortality. This card will lead you to him!. Darklord. He lurks in the depths of darkness, in the one place to which he must return, his tomb.
The bard was aglow with joy. In his heart he felt that such shared community experiences, joy for its own sake, connected the people together. Such things did not exist in the city of his birth. Every act of cruelty, deceit, or kindness was part of some scheme. Nothing was free in Menzoberranzan.
Pulling wind from the strain of continual casting, Illmirth simply basked in the moment and took deep drinks from his waterskin. You did great! he did manage to say to Crisaryn between huffy and puffs.
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For I am Death and I won't break. I got a life I've got to take. When will it end, this sufferin' of late? It was nice to know you. __The Pretty Reckless
Crisaryn saw Illmirth coming to her after the performance and took a deep breath. She gave him a small smile after his enthusiastic praise. "Well, thank you. I was glad to have been able to help out," she says. And actually, she was a small bit pleased to have been of some help. Though she tries to sound more enthusiastic than she really is.
"Anything else now? You didn't catch sight of a man with a monkey, did you?" She glances around, trying to get an idea of the layout. "Think I might take a walk around. See what else is going on here at the festival." And of course, she really hoped they might find this entertainer with a monkey.
"And where did everyone else get to?" For the first time she realized she had been kind of wrapped up in the performance and not paying attention to the others. "We'll have to decide where we're headed tomorrow too. I think we learned the white tower with golden knights is in Tsolenka Pass. That seems the only definitive location. Though the sword was in the crypt of the Endorovich. Not sure I remember if we found out where that is, but we could ask."
If she isn't stopped, she will just move along to wander the town to see what else the festival offers. She would start with the main streets and the area between church and then inn. But if she sees nothing she would continue to look around in other places. Mostly she is looking for an entertainer with a monkey. But she might also keep an eye out for anything that seems interesting. (Perception: 9)
The warrior girl was simply enchanted with the entire performance and how all the elements came together. She cheered and clapped enthusiastically filled with the wonder of magic for the sake of joy.
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"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
Crisaryn wandered down the road looking carefully at the merchants brightly coloured stalls. Finally she spotted one full of stuffed dolls. A young girl clutched her mothers hand and her hands reached for the doll the merchant held.
His call rang out, Here now every child should have a Blinsky, they are all different, take your pick little miss! As her mother set ready to bargain you hear the pounding of a small drum. There seated on the back of the stall was a small brown monkey, his eyes bright, holding a small drum that he played on.
Crisaryn pushes back the hood from her cloak and steps up to the stall. She lets the mother haggle while taking a look at the dolls a moment before her eyes shift to the spot where the drumming is coming from to watch the monkey. Waiting for a good moment to cut into the conversation, she says, "These dolls are very cute. You say they are a Blinsky? I must say they must bring a lot of joy and light to this dark land. It is great to know that there are those who strive to bring such light." She gives him a serious look. "My friends and I are strangers to this land. We have been looking for someone that might help us." (Persuasion: 11)
She wonders if she should say more but feels like maybe she ought to try to determine if this is really the right person first. 'Could there be more entertainers with a monkey around?' she wonders. 'I'm not sure if selling dolls even qualified as 'entertainer'. But I guess he at least is entertaining that young girl with his doll.'
The bard offered Rictavio a graceful bow before following after Crisaryn.
"Strangers, perhaps," he muses, "but strangers with powerful allies." He offers both a smile. "Be our meeting fate or fortuitous, it was foretold by the cards." He adds the last part quietly, and only after any other customers are out of earshot.
***help action to aid Crisaryn with her persuasion***
For I am Death and I won't break. I got a life I've got to take. When will it end, this sufferin' of late? It was nice to know you. __The Pretty Reckless
Blinsky the toymaker regarded Crisaryn as he took the silver piece from the woman, her daughter holding the doll tightly to her chest, a small smile on her face. He turns to Crisaryn
Now lady what can I get you? A doll for your children or a niece? I am a simple man and I'm not sure that I can help, but ask and I'll see. Honestly do you think that my new monkey helps trade or should I give him back?
Illmirth recognises the dolls as being similar to Gertrudas. He can hear the Vistani setting up their stage and tuning their instruments. He had some time before going back to the childrens area.
The town square is full of colourful stalls, and the smell of street food wafted in the air, sweet rolls, tarts, berry pies and fried fish, but to name a few.
Crysarin's face falls just a little as she hears the man's response. "The monkey is not yours?" she asks. "I guess it probably helps? Children would find him intetesting. Though he's a bit hard to see back up there."
She glances back to Illmirth questioningly. Uncertain for a moment how to proceed. She then looks back at the merchant. "This may seem odd, but the Vistani had suggested we should find an entertainer with a monkey." As she says this, she again is concerned this may not be the right man. "I thought maybe since you entertain children with your dolls..."
Her voice tails off as she looks to see his response.
Crisaryn hears Illmirth groan softly. Must everything be complicated? he mused to himself. Crisaryn had this matter in hand, so Illmirth browsed the man's stock. If the kids here loved these things, entertaining them just got easier.. "How much are you asking for your dolls, my good man?" he asked the merchant when an opportune break in the conversation occurred.
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For I am Death and I won't break. I got a life I've got to take. When will it end, this sufferin' of late? It was nice to know you. __The Pretty Reckless
Blinsky nods to himself. Lady, the monkey was traded with me, it sounds like you are looking for the old owner. He has certainly travelled far and is a spellcaster, perhaps it is him you really need to speak to? He is not far away and loaded the puppets from his carnival wagon, you call him Rictavio, but he has a secret name too that I don't know, I overheard him speaking to a Vistani woman, she didn't call him by his used name. He is good with a sword as well, it is in his walking stick. Helped father Lucien kill some ghouls a while back.
He turns to Illmirth, Yes my friend the dolls are a silver each, each one is different and come with adoption papers to truly belong to a family. They are popular with both boys and girls, have you a young master or miss in mind.
Alerya looks around the stalls, Blinskys was the only one fully of dolls. The others were typical market stalls one with ribbons and other haberdashery, leather goods, and wicker work, it would take her half a bell to look around the square at the many small stalls. She heard a man standing at a stall tuning in a new lute.
***OoC: DM can you ballpark me on the number of kids that were at the show earlier?***
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For I am Death and I won't break. I got a life I've got to take. When will it end, this sufferin' of late? It was nice to know you. __The Pretty Reckless
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DM
Father Lucien
Father Lucien looked at the amulet and sighed, do the wereravens know that you have this? It can only be used by a cleric. If you want to attune it I'd suggest meditation and prayer. I can leave you here in the church for the silence that you need.
I am sorry but I have not met another wandering cleric of the morninglord. Can you describe him for me? Then at least if he comes here I can tell him that you haven't given up hope. He says. You'll need guidance to tell where the tome and sunsword is, have the Vistani not helped? Their Matriarch mother Eva knows many things, and what she fortells happens, did she not read Tarroka for you?
Frederick
Giving a disgruntled squawk Frederik and his companions fly to the top of the puppeteers tent and grasp the cords attached to the fighting puppets. Rictavio smiles and continues the story about a young boy who became a hero. His puppets dance in the hands of all of them, the emotions of the story and its meaning sigh amongst the children. You see magic spread and engulf the children in a soft glow as their hero faced the evil overlord.
Illmirth
The bard uses minor illusion to add sound effects to the battle scene; steel on steel, horses, everything BUT the cries of dying men. Reality would return soon enough for these people, let them just enjoy the story for the theatrical value.
For I am Death and I won't break. I got a life I've got to take. When will it end, this sufferin' of late? It was nice to know you. __The Pretty Reckless
Crisaryn Melkial
Crisaryn remains to the sidelines, content to Illmirth add effects to the show himself. She does watch the show though, enjoying the creative display.
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard || Iromae Quinaea, Cleric
Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Lorelei Dawnwarden
The young woman with the blonde braided hair gives father Lucien a confused look at his sigh. "I don't know whether the wereravens are aware or not? Are you saying they should be informed?" She asks with a shrug and a hint of annoyance. She goes on to briefly describe her mentor, although she sincerely doubted that he would have passed through here without visiting the church and explaining who he was, in fact she feared now that he never came through here at all. She is confused by the priests responses. What did he know about the vistani helping them with their cards, or that they even met this Madame Eva, and perhaps more importantly, why would he think the vistani would help them with these things in particular? It all made little sense to her but it seemed clear the priest couldn't help her. "My apologies for intruding on your time father, I will go and enjoy the festival now." She says with a strained smile and leaves the church to find the others.
Illmirth
Creeping ever so slowly towards Crisaryn, he rapid fires several minor illusion cantrips. The sounds begin with steel being unsheathed, then the crash and ringing of blade on blade, followed by the 'twang' of a bow string being released With a smile, he whispered, Ah, the true pleasure of improv! Do not think, just feel. How does the flow of the performance move you? How can you shape your magic to lend a bit of flare? His face, glistening with sweat from the exertion of casting so many spells in rapid succession, is simply a glow in joy. The smiles and joy of the children seems to fuel him, their laughter spurning him on to keep casting.
For I am Death and I won't break. I got a life I've got to take. When will it end, this sufferin' of late? It was nice to know you. __The Pretty Reckless
Crisaryn Melkial
Crisaryn ends up just looking at Illmirth. She sees his passion for this. She just doesn't really feel it herself. "How does the flow move me?" she repeats quietly. Her mind turns to how she might make wounds appear on the puppets being attacked. Or how she might char the puppet representing a villain. She was aware enough though to have seen how Illmirth colored this performance for the children. Well, maybe not just for the children, but that seemed at the forefront of Illmirth's design.
Finally, she uses her magic to create very brief sounds of the battle similar to what Illmirth was doing, hoping to at least relieve the load on him. She keeps this up for a bit, getting a tiny bit more involved with what she's doing, though still basically just copying. And then, in a particularly tense moment, the evil lord nearly catching the boy off guard, she adds a shrieking raven's call. It fits just right to appear to have warned the boy so he could protect himself in that moment.
Crisaryn has few other embellishments after that but just continues to help out with sounds as long as Illmirth keeps at it as well.
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard || Iromae Quinaea, Cleric
Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
DM
Some of the adults clapped as Rictavio and the ravens finished their battle to the sounds provided by Illmirth and Crisaryn. The children all laughing asked for more.
Rictavio set down the hero puppet and gestured to the Ravens to drop the wires on theirs. He produced some bacon from a pouch and fed each Raven.
(Reminder of post 571)
The Tome of Strahd. This card tells of history. Knowledge of the ancient will help you better understand your enemy. 3 of swords soldier. Go to the mountains. Climb the white tower guarded by golden knights.
The Holy Symbol of Ravenkind. This card tells of a powerful force for good and protection, a holy symbol of great hope. 6 of coins beggar. A wounded elf has what you seek. He will part with the treasure to see his dark dreams fulfilled.
The Sunsword. This is a card of power and strength. It tells of a weapon of vengeance: a sword of sunlight. 1 of coins swashbuckler. I see the skeleton of a deadly warrior, lying on a bed of stone flanked by gargoyles.
Strahds Enemy. This card sheds light on one who will help you greatly in the battle against darkness. Artifact. Look for an entertaining man with a monkey. This man is more than he seems.
Strahds location in the castle. Your enemy is a creature of darkness, whose powers are beyond mortality. This card will lead you to him!. Darklord. He lurks in the depths of darkness, in the one place to which he must return, his tomb.
Illmirth
The bard was aglow with joy. In his heart he felt that such shared community experiences, joy for its own sake, connected the people together. Such things did not exist in the city of his birth. Every act of cruelty, deceit, or kindness was part of some scheme. Nothing was free in Menzoberranzan.
Pulling wind from the strain of continual casting, Illmirth simply basked in the moment and took deep drinks from his waterskin. You did great! he did manage to say to Crisaryn between huffy and puffs.
For I am Death and I won't break. I got a life I've got to take. When will it end, this sufferin' of late? It was nice to know you. __The Pretty Reckless
Crisaryn Melkial
Crisaryn saw Illmirth coming to her after the performance and took a deep breath. She gave him a small smile after his enthusiastic praise. "Well, thank you. I was glad to have been able to help out," she says. And actually, she was a small bit pleased to have been of some help. Though she tries to sound more enthusiastic than she really is.
"Anything else now? You didn't catch sight of a man with a monkey, did you?" She glances around, trying to get an idea of the layout. "Think I might take a walk around. See what else is going on here at the festival." And of course, she really hoped they might find this entertainer with a monkey.
"And where did everyone else get to?" For the first time she realized she had been kind of wrapped up in the performance and not paying attention to the others. "We'll have to decide where we're headed tomorrow too. I think we learned the white tower with golden knights is in Tsolenka Pass. That seems the only definitive location. Though the sword was in the crypt of the Endorovich. Not sure I remember if we found out where that is, but we could ask."
If she isn't stopped, she will just move along to wander the town to see what else the festival offers. She would start with the main streets and the area between church and then inn. But if she sees nothing she would continue to look around in other places. Mostly she is looking for an entertainer with a monkey. But she might also keep an eye out for anything that seems interesting. (Perception: 9)
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard || Iromae Quinaea, Cleric
Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Alerya
The warrior girl was simply enchanted with the entire performance and how all the elements came together. She cheered and clapped enthusiastically filled with the wonder of magic for the sake of joy.
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
DM
Crisaryn wandered down the road looking carefully at the merchants brightly coloured stalls. Finally she spotted one full of stuffed dolls. A young girl clutched her mothers hand and her hands reached for the doll the merchant held.
His call rang out, Here now every child should have a Blinsky, they are all different, take your pick little miss! As her mother set ready to bargain you hear the pounding of a small drum. There seated on the back of the stall was a small brown monkey, his eyes bright, holding a small drum that he played on.
Crisaryn Melkial
Crisaryn pushes back the hood from her cloak and steps up to the stall. She lets the mother haggle while taking a look at the dolls a moment before her eyes shift to the spot where the drumming is coming from to watch the monkey. Waiting for a good moment to cut into the conversation, she says, "These dolls are very cute. You say they are a Blinsky? I must say they must bring a lot of joy and light to this dark land. It is great to know that there are those who strive to bring such light." She gives him a serious look. "My friends and I are strangers to this land. We have been looking for someone that might help us." (Persuasion: 11)
She wonders if she should say more but feels like maybe she ought to try to determine if this is really the right person first. 'Could there be more entertainers with a monkey around?' she wonders. 'I'm not sure if selling dolls even qualified as 'entertainer'. But I guess he at least is entertaining that young girl with his doll.'
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard || Iromae Quinaea, Cleric
Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Illmirth
The bard offered Rictavio a graceful bow before following after Crisaryn.
"Strangers, perhaps," he muses, "but strangers with powerful allies." He offers both a smile. "Be our meeting fate or fortuitous, it was foretold by the cards." He adds the last part quietly, and only after any other customers are out of earshot.
***help action to aid Crisaryn with her persuasion***
For I am Death and I won't break. I got a life I've got to take. When will it end, this sufferin' of late? It was nice to know you. __The Pretty Reckless
(2nd Persuasion Roll w/HELP: 12)
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard || Iromae Quinaea, Cleric
Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
DM
Blinsky the toymaker regarded Crisaryn as he took the silver piece from the woman, her daughter holding the doll tightly to her chest, a small smile on her face. He turns to Crisaryn
Now lady what can I get you? A doll for your children or a niece? I am a simple man and I'm not sure that I can help, but ask and I'll see. Honestly do you think that my new monkey helps trade or should I give him back?
Illmirth recognises the dolls as being similar to Gertrudas. He can hear the Vistani setting up their stage and tuning their instruments. He had some time before going back to the childrens area.
The town square is full of colourful stalls, and the smell of street food wafted in the air, sweet rolls, tarts, berry pies and fried fish, but to name a few.
Crisaryn Melkial
Crysarin's face falls just a little as she hears the man's response. "The monkey is not yours?" she asks. "I guess it probably helps? Children would find him intetesting. Though he's a bit hard to see back up there."
She glances back to Illmirth questioningly. Uncertain for a moment how to proceed. She then looks back at the merchant. "This may seem odd, but the Vistani had suggested we should find an entertainer with a monkey." As she says this, she again is concerned this may not be the right man. "I thought maybe since you entertain children with your dolls..."
Her voice tails off as she looks to see his response.
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard || Iromae Quinaea, Cleric
Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Illmirth
Crisaryn hears Illmirth groan softly. Must everything be complicated? he mused to himself. Crisaryn had this matter in hand, so Illmirth browsed the man's stock. If the kids here loved these things, entertaining them just got easier.. "How much are you asking for your dolls, my good man?" he asked the merchant when an opportune break in the conversation occurred.
For I am Death and I won't break. I got a life I've got to take. When will it end, this sufferin' of late? It was nice to know you. __The Pretty Reckless
Alerya
She looks about trying to see if there things other than just dolls.
"Sooner or later, your Players are going to smash your railroad into a sandbox."
-Vedexent
"real life is a super high CR."
-OboeLauren
"............anybody got any potatoes? We could drop a potato in each hole an' see which ones get viciously mauled by horrible monsters?"
-Ilyara Thundertale
DM
Blinsky nods to himself. Lady, the monkey was traded with me, it sounds like you are looking for the old owner. He has certainly travelled far and is a spellcaster, perhaps it is him you really need to speak to? He is not far away and loaded the puppets from his carnival wagon, you call him Rictavio, but he has a secret name too that I don't know, I overheard him speaking to a Vistani woman, she didn't call him by his used name. He is good with a sword as well, it is in his walking stick. Helped father Lucien kill some ghouls a while back.
He turns to Illmirth, Yes my friend the dolls are a silver each, each one is different and come with adoption papers to truly belong to a family. They are popular with both boys and girls, have you a young master or miss in mind.
Alerya looks around the stalls, Blinskys was the only one fully of dolls. The others were typical market stalls one with ribbons and other haberdashery, leather goods, and wicker work, it would take her half a bell to look around the square at the many small stalls. She heard a man standing at a stall tuning in a new lute.
***OoC: DM can you ballpark me on the number of kids that were at the show earlier?***
For I am Death and I won't break. I got a life I've got to take. When will it end, this sufferin' of late? It was nice to know you. __The Pretty Reckless