As Morgana saunters off to find the marketplace, she realizes that she hasn't a clue how to find it! Dead-set in her decision and preferring a painfully embarrassing death to turning around and asking Shuushar for directions, she continues on her way Northbound. She checks every now and then for someone following them. While she never actually catches sight of someone, she does get a funny feeling that she's being watched...
Gremryl catches up to Morgana and hopes that this decision wasn't the most foolish thing he's ever followed someone into doing.
Elmo literally vanishes like a supreme magician after his brief exchange of words with Gremryl. Nobody knows where he's gone, or if he even still exists in this astral plane.
After wandering around for a bit, you all notice that some of the Kuo-toa appear to be...sleepwalking! You think to yourselves, ok...no eyelids equals no blinking...equals sleeping with their eyes open...but sleepwalking?! That's pretty strange. You also notice that many of the Kuo-toa intentionally avoid contact with you. After much searching, you've now covered most of the village area and eventually chance upon a small hovel that has a sign in front with the words "Gurggligidu's Groceries & More". It's the only thing you've come across that so much as resembles a storefront.
Morgana and Gremryl agree that this is their best shot at procuring any supplies for their journey, so they both head inside.
Elmo -
you can elect to remain outside or walk inside, however, if you walk inside, you're likely going to be noticed.
Once inside, the hovel, you immediately recognize that this is not your typical supplies store. The stench of decaying fish and rotting...something. Approaching the shopkeep, the Kua-toa greets you with a smile as he says in Undercommon,"My, my, my, look what the Deep Father has provided me today! How exactly does a merry band of adventurers find their way to Gurggligidu's humble store, mmm?"He waits for your response.
Upon casting Divine Sense, Gremryl doesn't feel anything out of the ordinary. Gremryl feels a little better about the situation. Still on guard for the unexpected though..
I'll address the shop keep: "Greetings, friend, and may the blessings of the deep father be upon you and yours!! We are extremely powerful and important envoys from the surface world, exploring the under dark in an attempt to set up diplomatic relations. We are interested in setting up trade and commerce with esteemed merchants such as yourself. However, we have a few minor concerns. There seems to be some sort of friction among the populace hereabouts, something about a sea father and mother, and we were wondering if you could enlighten us as to the nature of these rumblings that may negatively impact future trade. What say you, friend; what's transpiring in this wonderful little hamlet of yours?"
With a sideways glance, he seems to inspect your words carefully...If he had eyelids, you're sure he'd be squinting right now.
Gurggligidu's - "Well...you're in luck! You see, the last merchant doing business around here was blessed by the archpriest of the Deep Father himself. That's a round-about way of saying he's the next sacrifice. Fine fellow too. A very strong negotiator and a family man...or so I hear. Those Deep Father folk have been less...uhh...'selective' in their ceremonial offerings. Not that I care...except when it impacts my business of course! But hey, what's a lowly merchant like Gurggligidu's to do, right? So, it just so happens I'm in need of a new supplier. I'm getting a bit scarce in the goods department as of late since the last merchant...well...yeah. As for the conflict you ask? Well, long story short, they don't like each other! What the hell is anybody gonna do about it though, right?! Hahaha! So yeah. What do you have to trade and what are you in the mood to buy?"
To the shop keep: "Fair enough, my shrewd new friend. Many thanks for the intelligence. Now, down to business it is! Here is my shopping list. I would like a quote on the following items please:
1. I need an implement to harness, focus, and magnify my magical energies.
2. Do you have anything in the way of mage armor?
3. I need any nonperishables that might be suitable for travel.
4. I would also like to see a list of any and all magical items that you might have for sale.
5. Do you have any books and/or magical tombs that I might browse?
In return I can offer you the following items (gives a brief rundown of all items in her inventory).
Gurggligidu - "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!! OOOOOHHHHHOHHHOOOOOOOOHHOOOO!!!!!OOOOOHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!!"The shopkeep continues to laugh uncontrollably for what seems like hours yet is probably only about a minute. Morgana and Gremryl exchange briefly trade expressions of confusion. Finally, Gurggligidu catches his breath as his laughter winds down."Holy son of the Deep Sea who gives a shit, lady. You saw the sign, right? Groceries and More. More didn't mean rare adventuring gear, ya young dummy!"Again he erupts into laughter that can probably be heard down the street. Another minute goes by and both Morgana and Gremryl grow weary of the time being wasted here."Okay, okay...phew...Mmmm...I do have plenty of rations for months worth of travel, your standard run-of-the-mill armors, and weapons, and I used to carry a nice collection of scrolls but the Deep Father archpriest confiscated that a couple of weeks ago. All for the greater power or some such reasoning. Bah. Oh well. What's a merchant to do, right? So, what'll it be? Your precious gems there should cover the bill."
G-fish - “You strike a hard bargain. At this rate, our new supply merchant relationship is going to put me on the street! Here. Take your rations and come back soon! Tell your friends too! As long as they’ve got coin or gems that is. Hahahahaha!!”
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
After getting our food stuffs Gremryl steps forward:
"Aye, a few more questions if its not too much.. first off: call Me friend a dummy again and you'll be using you're wagging lips for eye lids and hands for feet.. 2nd: whats it mean the previous owner was 'selected' for sacrifice? And whats it mean your other scrolls were confiscated by Arch priests? Whats it, you can't be having those items? And What in Moradins balls are wrong with folks walking around sleep walking? Be forthright and honest and I'd be making it worth your time?"
Morgana tries to keep a pleased look off of her face as Grem sticks up for her. She believes that actions speak louder than words and these actions please her.
Instantly the Kuo-toa recoils in sudden panic at the outburst from the until now very stoic Dwarf. Once Gremryl is finished, the shopkeep tries as best as he can to stand up straight, but it's impossible not to appear weak when he feels his weakest.
Gurggligidu - "Hey now, M..M-M..Mr. Dwarf, sir! I meant no disrespect to your lady friend here. And did I hear you say "Moradin"?
Pausing as you swear that you can visibly see the hamsters running in their wheels as this once proud businessman searches his memory for where he's heard that name before.
Gurggligidu - "Oh...uh-oh. Are you serving the god Moradin? Did you know a Duerger Dwarf by the name of "Hemeth"? When I say sacrifice it means what you think it means. He's next. While you're at it, return my scrolls and I'll let your "way-too-young-for-you" lady friend there have her pick of the lot. There are 7 of them in a gold-plated box that I bet the archpriest hides in his "Sacred" hovel. If you want to save your religious fanatic friend of yours you better go. Like NOW!"
You see the fear in his big, fishy eyes but also the truth in his words.
"Scrolls you say...? Wait, who the hell is he going on about, Grem? As for you shop keep, if we are to be working together against the sea father cultists then we'll need all pf the intel that you can provide. How many are there, what sorts of tactics do they employ, what are they armed with, do they have any weaknesses or avenues of approach, etc."
Gurggligidu - "I'm a shopkeep, not a spy! Do your own reconnaissance. Isn't that what adventurers do? You know...go adventure around or whatever! I swear, I don't know and if I did I'd tell ya. If only to get you out of my shop quicker I'd tell you whatever I know already, sheesh! Look, I'm an oddity around here because the only god I pray to is the toilet after a long day of partying, you know what I'm sayin' Dwarf? Heh..yeah, well --urm...They're bad fish. Rotten to the core. Take out the leader though, and the followers will go back to the Sea Mother. We're a people that enjoy following our leader. Right now we got two leaders. Get it?"
Gremryl literally almost falls over.. "what! a Duergar! Suushar said they haven't been around in a long time! and He serves Moradin you say! Lies! by Moradins hairy Arse not what i expecting..."
to Morgana: "Aye, duergar are a known enemy to us Adbarian Dwarves. And more to me, a tale i owe ye and the halfing when the time is right, and soon. I owe it to ye if we to be traveling."
back to the fish:
"Aye, we'll be doing it then.. I'd like to have some words with this duergar and the scrolls be good for the lass here! tells us the deets!"
Gurggligidu - Slaps his forehead audibly with his right fin-hand-thing. "He was my supplier from Gracklstugh. Used to come around every other fortnight or so for trade. Till they captured him yesterday. Nobody sees him but me. Slips right in and right out. Always droning on about his god, the Moradin one you said. Most Duerger got a bad rap. This one was one of the good ones though. The sacrifices always happen at the Alter of the Deep Father. But you better hurry. And I hope it's not just the two of you. You're heavily outnumbered."
"Well...I could use some more firepower. I'll come along if it means I can grow in strength to better crush my enemies. But I don't want to just rush in there. Where the hell's that blasted halfling, Elmo Meatpockets? We need him to run a recon mission for us. I want to sneak as close to the alter as possible to figure out what we're up against."
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"supplies, yes lets take a walk Morgana, might be we can get to know each other more!"
Gremryl also casts a perception check to for hostile followers or just being tailed in general
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As Morgana saunters off to find the marketplace, she realizes that she hasn't a clue how to find it! Dead-set in her decision and preferring a painfully embarrassing death to turning around and asking Shuushar for directions, she continues on her way Northbound. She checks every now and then for someone following them. While she never actually catches sight of someone, she does get a funny feeling that she's being watched...
Gremryl catches up to Morgana and hopes that this decision wasn't the most foolish thing he's ever followed someone into doing.
Elmo literally vanishes like a supreme magician after his brief exchange of words with Gremryl. Nobody knows where he's gone, or if he even still exists in this astral plane.
After wandering around for a bit, you all notice that some of the Kuo-toa appear to be...sleepwalking! You think to yourselves, ok...no eyelids equals no blinking...equals sleeping with their eyes open...but sleepwalking?! That's pretty strange. You also notice that many of the Kuo-toa intentionally avoid contact with you. After much searching, you've now covered most of the village area and eventually chance upon a small hovel that has a sign in front with the words "Gurggligidu's Groceries & More". It's the only thing you've come across that so much as resembles a storefront.
Morgana and Gremryl agree that this is their best shot at procuring any supplies for their journey, so they both head inside.
Elmo -
you can elect to remain outside or walk inside, however, if you walk inside, you're likely going to be noticed.
Once inside, the hovel, you immediately recognize that this is not your typical supplies store. The stench of decaying fish and rotting...something. Approaching the shopkeep, the Kua-toa greets you with a smile as he says in Undercommon, "My, my, my, look what the Deep Father has provided me today! How exactly does a merry band of adventurers find their way to Gurggligidu's humble store, mmm?" He waits for your response.
Hearing him state his favor for the deep father, Gremryl is on guard. He looks around and at Morgana and says in a soft almost fatherlike tone.
"Lass, here we are. What brings us here?"
I'd like to cast [Tooltip Not Found] divine sense if it doesn't show up.
Upon casting Divine Sense, Gremryl doesn't feel anything out of the ordinary. Gremryl feels a little better about the situation. Still on guard for the unexpected though..
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I'll address the shop keep: "Greetings, friend, and may the blessings of the deep father be upon you and yours!! We are extremely powerful and important envoys from the surface world, exploring the under dark in an attempt to set up diplomatic relations. We are interested in setting up trade and commerce with esteemed merchants such as yourself. However, we have a few minor concerns. There seems to be some sort of friction among the populace hereabouts, something about a sea father and mother, and we were wondering if you could enlighten us as to the nature of these rumblings that may negatively impact future trade. What say you, friend; what's transpiring in this wonderful little hamlet of yours?"
With a sideways glance, he seems to inspect your words carefully...If he had eyelids, you're sure he'd be squinting right now.
Gurggligidu's - "Well...you're in luck! You see, the last merchant doing business around here was blessed by the archpriest of the Deep Father himself. That's a round-about way of saying he's the next sacrifice. Fine fellow too. A very strong negotiator and a family man...or so I hear. Those Deep Father folk have been less...uhh...'selective' in their ceremonial offerings. Not that I care...except when it impacts my business of course! But hey, what's a lowly merchant like Gurggligidu's to do, right? So, it just so happens I'm in need of a new supplier. I'm getting a bit scarce in the goods department as of late since the last merchant...well...yeah. As for the conflict you ask? Well, long story short, they don't like each other! What the hell is anybody gonna do about it though, right?! Hahaha! So yeah. What do you have to trade and what are you in the mood to buy?"
To the shop keep: "Fair enough, my shrewd new friend. Many thanks for the intelligence. Now, down to business it is! Here is my shopping list. I would like a quote on the following items please:
1. I need an implement to harness, focus, and magnify my magical energies.
2. Do you have anything in the way of mage armor?
3. I need any nonperishables that might be suitable for travel.
4. I would also like to see a list of any and all magical items that you might have for sale.
5. Do you have any books and/or magical tombs that I might browse?
In return I can offer you the following items (gives a brief rundown of all items in her inventory).
Gremryl narrows his eyes, but stays quiet. Morgana brought them here and he’ll respect that...
Gurggligidu - "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!! OOOOOHHHHHOHHHOOOOOOOOHHOOOO!!!!! OOOOOHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!!" The shopkeep continues to laugh uncontrollably for what seems like hours yet is probably only about a minute. Morgana and Gremryl exchange briefly trade expressions of confusion. Finally, Gurggligidu catches his breath as his laughter winds down. "Holy son of the Deep Sea who gives a shit, lady. You saw the sign, right? Groceries and More. More didn't mean rare adventuring gear, ya young dummy!" Again he erupts into laughter that can probably be heard down the street. Another minute goes by and both Morgana and Gremryl grow weary of the time being wasted here. "Okay, okay...phew...Mmmm...I do have plenty of rations for months worth of travel, your standard run-of-the-mill armors, and weapons, and I used to carry a nice collection of scrolls but the Deep Father archpriest confiscated that a couple of weeks ago. All for the greater power or some such reasoning. Bah. Oh well. What's a merchant to do, right? So, what'll it be? Your precious gems there should cover the bill."
Ok, I'll buy the rations, but I think 2/3 of my gems should be more than sufficient. Persuasion check = 8
G-fish - “You strike a hard bargain. At this rate, our new supply merchant relationship is going to put me on the street! Here. Take your rations and come back soon! Tell your friends too! As long as they’ve got coin or gems that is. Hahahahaha!!”
After getting our food stuffs Gremryl steps forward:
"Aye, a few more questions if its not too much.. first off: call Me friend a dummy again and you'll be using you're wagging lips for eye lids and hands for feet.. 2nd: whats it mean the previous owner was 'selected' for sacrifice? And whats it mean your other scrolls were confiscated by Arch priests? Whats it, you can't be having those items? And What in Moradins balls are wrong with folks walking around sleep walking? Be forthright and honest and I'd be making it worth your time?"
roll a persuasion check 4
Morgana tries to keep a pleased look off of her face as Grem sticks up for her. She believes that actions speak louder than words and these actions please her.
Instantly the Kuo-toa recoils in sudden panic at the outburst from the until now very stoic Dwarf. Once Gremryl is finished, the shopkeep tries as best as he can to stand up straight, but it's impossible not to appear weak when he feels his weakest.
Gurggligidu - "Hey now, M..M-M..Mr. Dwarf, sir! I meant no disrespect to your lady friend here. And did I hear you say "Moradin"?
Pausing as you swear that you can visibly see the hamsters running in their wheels as this once proud businessman searches his memory for where he's heard that name before.
Gurggligidu - "Oh...uh-oh. Are you serving the god Moradin? Did you know a Duerger Dwarf by the name of "Hemeth"? When I say sacrifice it means what you think it means. He's next. While you're at it, return my scrolls and I'll let your "way-too-young-for-you" lady friend there have her pick of the lot. There are 7 of them in a gold-plated box that I bet the archpriest hides in his "Sacred" hovel. If you want to save your religious fanatic friend of yours you better go. Like NOW!"
You see the fear in his big, fishy eyes but also the truth in his words.
"Scrolls you say...? Wait, who the hell is he going on about, Grem? As for you shop keep, if we are to be working together against the sea father cultists then we'll need all pf the intel that you can provide. How many are there, what sorts of tactics do they employ, what are they armed with, do they have any weaknesses or avenues of approach, etc."
Gurggligidu - "I'm a shopkeep, not a spy! Do your own reconnaissance. Isn't that what adventurers do? You know...go adventure around or whatever! I swear, I don't know and if I did I'd tell ya. If only to get you out of my shop quicker I'd tell you whatever I know already, sheesh! Look, I'm an oddity around here because the only god I pray to is the toilet after a long day of partying, you know what I'm sayin' Dwarf? Heh..yeah, well --urm...They're bad fish. Rotten to the core. Take out the leader though, and the followers will go back to the Sea Mother. We're a people that enjoy following our leader. Right now we got two leaders. Get it?"
Gremryl literally almost falls over.. "what! a Duergar! Suushar said they haven't been around in a long time! and He serves Moradin you say! Lies! by Moradins hairy Arse not what i expecting..."
to Morgana: "Aye, duergar are a known enemy to us Adbarian Dwarves. And more to me, a tale i owe ye and the halfing when the time is right, and soon. I owe it to ye if we to be traveling."
back to the fish:
"Aye, we'll be doing it then.. I'd like to have some words with this duergar and the scrolls be good for the lass here! tells us the deets!"
Gurggligidu - Slaps his forehead audibly with his right fin-hand-thing. "He was my supplier from Gracklstugh. Used to come around every other fortnight or so for trade. Till they captured him yesterday. Nobody sees him but me. Slips right in and right out. Always droning on about his god, the Moradin one you said. Most Duerger got a bad rap. This one was one of the good ones though. The sacrifices always happen at the Alter of the Deep Father. But you better hurry. And I hope it's not just the two of you. You're heavily outnumbered."
"Well...I could use some more firepower. I'll come along if it means I can grow in strength to better crush my enemies. But I don't want to just rush in there. Where the hell's that blasted halfling, Elmo Meatpockets? We need him to run a recon mission for us. I want to sneak as close to the alter as possible to figure out what we're up against."