Prospero really wants those dice, he starts going through his gold.. 1,2,3...162, 163. "Would you part with it for 163g? And i could also take something to Danten for you if you'll come down on the price?"
Mat hearing two people willing to do this errand for him. His lips curl into an almost uncomfortable, unsettling smile. "Tell you what, since you've been such good customers so far, I'll drop the price of the dice to 100 gold, once you complete a little task." He the reaches behind and pulls out a painting. The painting depicting the battle the defeated the dragons from 1100 years. You know whats wrong with this picture? It's a forgery. Guy named Petra Du'qua brought in claiming to be a historical scholar. Claimed it was saved from the fire that burned portion of the Great Avamoore Archive down. Paid 5,000 gold for this ripoff, made a fool when tried selling to museum, I want my 5,000 gold back. Manage to get that back to me, teach Du'qua not to screw with Mat Marshal, the dice will be yours for 100 gold."
Boo as you sit down in the middle of the floor, you get looks from customers and of employees as they try maneuver around your huge form, sitting on a towel. After a few moments, Miss Frank comes back holding the wolf pelt cloak. "Well I managed to get most of the blood stains out, there are some very old stains that would most likely need the use of magic, unfortunately I don't have anyone employed that can do that. Did you just want this cleaned or did you want something done with it, I can fix up some of the stitching, but just by looking at you compared to what I have here, this just looks too small for you to wear it."
Slag would take a step back, anger flooding his face. "A forgery! How dare someone imitate another persons craftsmanship.... Have they no pride in their own work? Black smoke billowing out of his smoke stacks " I once broke a mans legs for claiming that I had created a shield for him when it was CLEARLY of much lesser quality than anything I would make... and it was well within the law to do so! I would have torn his legs off completely had it not been for the other forge clerics around to stop me....
"Oi, don't ya be forgetin about me." Flint charges in from the back towards the weapons, grabbing for the warhammer. "Well, I don't be needing two. I can give ya me own warhammer of fine dwarven craftsmanship and pay the difference." He'd inspect the warhammer before moving over toward the counter with the others.
She has returned! Praise be! Boo jumps to his feet and begins to sniff the cloak. Well, it smelt better than what it did before. "Great miracles!" He cheers. "Its perfect!" He takes one pound of meat from the wrapper and hands it to the woman. "For service!"
"Surfacers don't seem any different than the wretched drow." Tallis leans over the counter next to Slag, "First off, it's not a matter of craftsmanship; it's a deception of one person swindling another. Second, if I'm understanding you right, you expect us to retrieve a fortune so we can still pay - albeit less - for trick dice? Nevermind what I said before, you surfacers have less honor and think even less. I may hate my family, but they wouldn't hire thugs, tell them where to get a large fortune, then expect them to return it for next-to-nothing."
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Kaldun does his best to hide his discomfort at the sight of the painting. That battle had doomed his people for generations... Still, regardless of what inspired the painting he did not appreciate anyone ripping off an honest merchant like Mat.
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Vercinius Thrax: Lizardfolk Cleric - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
L’Ouverture Zinn: Kobold Sorcerer - Waterdeep: Dungeon of the Mad Mage
Titus Vorenus: Dragonborn Paladin - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
Nemean Goldenmane: Tabaxi Fighter - Lost Mine of Phandelver (Retired)
Bigark scowls at the insult. He draws his greatsword and sticks the point in the ground at his feet, resting his big hands on the end of the hilt. "Bigark is smart. And strong. Little Nacadans should be care what say we."
At Golden Scales Pawn. Listening to Tallis tell him off, Mat Marshal gives him a shrug. "I'm not forcing anyone to do anything, but it does seem I have several others who are willing to help a merchant out. The only reason I would ask of this, is the guy who would usually handle my out of town errands broke his leg two weeks ago. Those who do voluneter for this venture will be getting a five percent cut of the 5,000." He reaches and pulls out a couple pieces of parchment looking now at Slag, dwarf Prospero, Kaldun and Flint. "Justso know that everything is legit, here are some contracts for the job. You guys can even keep the painting, its only worth between 20 to 50 silver" Then he hears Flint about selling his old warhammer. "I can offer you 10 gold for the hammer."
In front of the Mayor's house, as soon as Bigark pulls out his sword, the rude guard puts hand on his hilt, but the other more sensible guard stops him as watches Bigark plant his sword in the ground. "Hold up, we don't want an international incident here, nor any more blood shed. My friend is not used to dealing with orcs, they tend to stick to Nadaca's bigger cities. I do apologise for his behavior. As said though, you'll have your chance to speak to the mayor at the Town Hall tonight, think you and your friends are honorary guest as well. He had a lot to prepare for, you understand politics and such. "
At Miss Frank's. Boo as you leap to your feet, and shove a pound of bloody beef, you can tell this woman is trying really hard not to freak out, holding it together as now holds a pound of stake in her hands. "That real not ne..." She sees the enjoyment in Boo's eyes, as she sighs. "Thanks. Next time, please use the bell." She hands the stake to an employee who has another towel ready as she goes to the back to wash and change.
Slag would try to read through the contract before signing (investigation 9). If everything looks good he would sign the contract and head out the door with his new hammer, pamphlet, and book. "I be heading to the Smithy and the general store next if anyone is interested in coming along!" Looking back at the Two dwarves and kobold. Then looking at the Store keeper he would say "Don't worry, we will get yer money back" then he would disapear out into the street.
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Prospero buys the dice for 100g and looks over the contract too, Inv: 20, if it looks good he will sign and go out of the shop to inspect his new dice.
(The price of the dice isn't going to drop to 100, until the fulfillment of the contract. And the contracts look really legit, which, states you will get 5 percent of 5000 which is 250 gold. It is technically written as if were doing a legit business deal. There is no time limit so no rush to get this done. The one condition is, if caught doing something illegal by the law while trying to accomplish the stated task , the contract is null and void.)
As Slag walks out the door into the street, he would offer Flint, Kaldun, and Rurik a ride on either of his shoulders (it makes conversation easier) before making his way to the smithy.
Boo let's out a few yips of joy, running out of the boutique, and stopping in the middle of the street. Well, he had his fur, and he was full, and he's out of coin. "...Boo shall rest here!" He declares, falling on his back, arms and legs spread, basking in the suns glorious rays.
"I suppose I come out with a gain since I'm not buying loaded dice." Tallis will give a quick signature - more a mark of his house than a name - and head out with the rest.
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Hearing the offer, Flint was a bit offended, “Pretty sure me hammer be worth more than 10g, but haggling isn’t me specialty. Ye got a deal.” Handing over his warhammer and the 40g or 60g, (it’s versatile!!!) for the moon hammer. Then he’d sign the contract as well, sounding like easy money when they needed a quick job before following the rest. “I will not be riding on anyone’s shoulders!”
When the more-sensible guard defuses the situation, Bigark's shoulders drop a little. He snorts through his nose. "In Tachunka, a insult like that mean death," he says threateningly. He lifts the sword off the ground by the pommel and then lets it drop again, the tip digging a shallow hole between his feet from its shear weight. When neither guard reacts, the orc resignedly returns the greatsword to its sheath with a grunt. "Fine. Tonight." He turns away from the guards and takes a few steps before turning back. "What fun to be had today? Anymore wolf men to stab?" he asks hopefully.
The two guards standing in front of the Mayor's house reply to Bigark when question about more Ice Wolves. "Hopefully not, as for fun, not much around here most people hang around Pumpkin Gourd Inn, those who aren't working anyways."
Boo as you start to lay in the middle of the road, people and carriages have to walk around you. Some people yell and curse at you. "Out of the road jackass!" There is one voice who you recognise who isn't cursing at you, Marv come up to you. "What are you doing in the middle of the road? You need a place to sleep, the Inn is just over there."
So Slag and anyone else follow him back to the Smithy. As you enter, you see a middle aged man, short brown beard, instructing a younger man with glasses, the one who ran off to get Captain Marv. The elder man turns, setting tools down and approaches, all smiles. "Well golly if it ain't the people who kept our iron ore delivery from those nasty Ice Wolves. How may, I be of service to you today.? I'm Neb Gibbson, and this is my apprentice Simon."
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Prospero really wants those dice, he starts going through his gold.. 1,2,3...162, 163. "Would you part with it for 163g? And i could also take something to Danten for you if you'll come down on the price?"
Persuasion: 12
Mat hearing two people willing to do this errand for him. His lips curl into an almost uncomfortable, unsettling smile. "Tell you what, since you've been such good customers so far, I'll drop the price of the dice to 100 gold, once you complete a little task." He the reaches behind and pulls out a painting. The painting depicting the battle the defeated the dragons from 1100 years. You know whats wrong with this picture? It's a forgery. Guy named Petra Du'qua brought in claiming to be a historical scholar. Claimed it was saved from the fire that burned portion of the Great Avamoore Archive down. Paid 5,000 gold for this ripoff, made a fool when tried selling to museum, I want my 5,000 gold back. Manage to get that back to me, teach Du'qua not to screw with Mat Marshal, the dice will be yours for 100 gold."
Boo as you sit down in the middle of the floor, you get looks from customers and of employees as they try maneuver around your huge form, sitting on a towel. After a few moments, Miss Frank comes back holding the wolf pelt cloak. "Well I managed to get most of the blood stains out, there are some very old stains that would most likely need the use of magic, unfortunately I don't have anyone employed that can do that. Did you just want this cleaned or did you want something done with it, I can fix up some of the stitching, but just by looking at you compared to what I have here, this just looks too small for you to wear it."
Slag would take a step back, anger flooding his face. "A forgery! How dare someone imitate another persons craftsmanship.... Have they no pride in their own work? Black smoke billowing out of his smoke stacks " I once broke a mans legs for claiming that I had created a shield for him when it was CLEARLY of much lesser quality than anything I would make... and it was well within the law to do so! I would have torn his legs off completely had it not been for the other forge clerics around to stop me....
(Not sure how I missed so much *sob*)
"Oi, don't ya be forgetin about me." Flint charges in from the back towards the weapons, grabbing for the warhammer. "Well, I don't be needing two. I can give ya me own warhammer of fine dwarven craftsmanship and pay the difference." He'd inspect the warhammer before moving over toward the counter with the others.
She has returned! Praise be! Boo jumps to his feet and begins to sniff the cloak. Well, it smelt better than what it did before. "Great miracles!" He cheers. "Its perfect!" He takes one pound of meat from the wrapper and hands it to the woman. "For service!"
"Surfacers don't seem any different than the wretched drow." Tallis leans over the counter next to Slag, "First off, it's not a matter of craftsmanship; it's a deception of one person swindling another. Second, if I'm understanding you right, you expect us to retrieve a fortune so we can still pay - albeit less - for trick dice? Nevermind what I said before, you surfacers have less honor and think even less. I may hate my family, but they wouldn't hire thugs, tell them where to get a large fortune, then expect them to return it for next-to-nothing."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Kaldun does his best to hide his discomfort at the sight of the painting. That battle had doomed his people for generations... Still, regardless of what inspired the painting he did not appreciate anyone ripping off an honest merchant like Mat.
Vercinius Thrax: Lizardfolk Cleric - Hoard of the Dragon Queen
L’Ouverture Zinn: Kobold Sorcerer - Waterdeep: Dungeon of the Mad Mage
Titus Vorenus: Dragonborn Paladin - Waterdeep: Dragon Heist
Nemean Goldenmane: Tabaxi Fighter - Lost Mine of Phandelver (Retired)
Bigark scowls at the insult. He draws his greatsword and sticks the point in the ground at his feet, resting his big hands on the end of the hilt. "Bigark is smart. And strong. Little Nacadans should be care what say we."
At Golden Scales Pawn. Listening to Tallis tell him off, Mat Marshal gives him a shrug. "I'm not forcing anyone to do anything, but it does seem I have several others who are willing to help a merchant out. The only reason I would ask of this, is the guy who would usually handle my out of town errands broke his leg two weeks ago. Those who do voluneter for this venture will be getting a five percent cut of the 5,000." He reaches and pulls out a couple pieces of parchment looking now at Slag, dwarf Prospero, Kaldun and Flint. "Justso know that everything is legit, here are some contracts for the job. You guys can even keep the painting, its only worth between 20 to 50 silver" Then he hears Flint about selling his old warhammer. "I can offer you 10 gold for the hammer."
In front of the Mayor's house, as soon as Bigark pulls out his sword, the rude guard puts hand on his hilt, but the other more sensible guard stops him as watches Bigark plant his sword in the ground. "Hold up, we don't want an international incident here, nor any more blood shed. My friend is not used to dealing with orcs, they tend to stick to Nadaca's bigger cities. I do apologise for his behavior. As said though, you'll have your chance to speak to the mayor at the Town Hall tonight, think you and your friends are honorary guest as well. He had a lot to prepare for, you understand politics and such. "
At Miss Frank's. Boo as you leap to your feet, and shove a pound of bloody beef, you can tell this woman is trying really hard not to freak out, holding it together as now holds a pound of stake in her hands. "That real not ne..." She sees the enjoyment in Boo's eyes, as she sighs. "Thanks. Next time, please use the bell." She hands the stake to an employee who has another towel ready as she goes to the back to wash and change.
Slag would try to read through the contract before signing (investigation 9). If everything looks good he would sign the contract and head out the door with his new hammer, pamphlet, and book. "I be heading to the Smithy and the general store next if anyone is interested in coming along!" Looking back at the Two dwarves and kobold. Then looking at the Store keeper he would say "Don't worry, we will get yer money back" then he would disapear out into the street.
Prospero buys the dice for 100g and looks over the contract too, Inv: 20, if it looks good he will sign and go out of the shop to inspect his new dice.
(The price of the dice isn't going to drop to 100, until the fulfillment of the contract. And the contracts look really legit, which, states you will get 5 percent of 5000 which is 250 gold. It is technically written as if were doing a legit business deal. There is no time limit so no rush to get this done. The one condition is, if caught doing something illegal by the law while trying to accomplish the stated task , the contract is null and void.)
**okay, I'll still sign and follow slag out, no dice... for now..**
As Slag walks out the door into the street, he would offer Flint, Kaldun, and Rurik a ride on either of his shoulders (it makes conversation easier) before making his way to the smithy.
Boo let's out a few yips of joy, running out of the boutique, and stopping in the middle of the street. Well, he had his fur, and he was full, and he's out of coin. "...Boo shall rest here!" He declares, falling on his back, arms and legs spread, basking in the suns glorious rays.
"I suppose I come out with a gain since I'm not buying loaded dice." Tallis will give a quick signature - more a mark of his house than a name - and head out with the rest.
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Hearing the offer, Flint was a bit offended, “Pretty sure me hammer be worth more than 10g, but haggling isn’t me specialty. Ye got a deal.” Handing over his warhammer and the 40g or 60g, (it’s versatile!!!) for the moon hammer. Then he’d sign the contract as well, sounding like easy money when they needed a quick job before following the rest. “I will not be riding on anyone’s shoulders!”
"Your loss" Slag will shrug with a smile on his face.
When the more-sensible guard defuses the situation, Bigark's shoulders drop a little. He snorts through his nose. "In Tachunka, a insult like that mean death," he says threateningly. He lifts the sword off the ground by the pommel and then lets it drop again, the tip digging a shallow hole between his feet from its shear weight. When neither guard reacts, the orc resignedly returns the greatsword to its sheath with a grunt. "Fine. Tonight." He turns away from the guards and takes a few steps before turning back. "What fun to be had today? Anymore wolf men to stab?" he asks hopefully.
The two guards standing in front of the Mayor's house reply to Bigark when question about more Ice Wolves. "Hopefully not, as for fun, not much around here most people hang around Pumpkin Gourd Inn, those who aren't working anyways."
Boo as you start to lay in the middle of the road, people and carriages have to walk around you. Some people yell and curse at you. "Out of the road jackass!" There is one voice who you recognise who isn't cursing at you, Marv come up to you. "What are you doing in the middle of the road? You need a place to sleep, the Inn is just over there."
So Slag and anyone else follow him back to the Smithy. As you enter, you see a middle aged man, short brown beard, instructing a younger man with glasses, the one who ran off to get Captain Marv. The elder man turns, setting tools down and approaches, all smiles. "Well golly if it ain't the people who kept our iron ore delivery from those nasty Ice Wolves. How may, I be of service to you today.? I'm Neb Gibbson, and this is my apprentice Simon."