Necromancer's Delusion-Homebrew

Grunting wants just all the knives. every. single. one. along with a halberd.

Grunting is given 5 daggers and a halberd.

Quentin nods, "Much obliged for yer help n' generosity, partner. This'll all go t'good use, sure nuff. Ya'll take good care o' these people and this town afore we get back, yeah?" The rogue will place a grappling hook, an extra length of hempen rope, three flasks of the oil and the enchanted crossbow bolts in his lightweight pack and, dipping his head again in gratitude, leave the armory and begin heading for the stables. He grinned to himself as he walked, happy at the prospect of being on horseback again. He'd never had enough money to own one himself, and the last time he was on one... well... the animal's owner didn't take too kindly to the situation, nor did the village's guards.

Shaking the thought from his mind, the rogue swaggered cheerily through the streets and made for his destination.

Mucor would have to sit after being handed the shiny half plate armor... a look of amazement on his face as he held it in his hands and examined himself in the reflection of the chest piece. It had been a while since he had looked at himself in any kind of reflection and much much longer since he had had any kind of new clean armor. After removing his old scale mail and sitting it on the ground, he would carfully equip the half plate... tightening all the leather straps so that they were just right.. making sure not to get any hair caught where it would pull and cause discomfort. Once the armor was equipped... and he was wearing the shiny armor... he would notice how nice he smelled... the combination of new armor.. a clear coat of fur... it had him thinking... The minotaur would take a moment to examine his heavy spear and shield. "Hey quartermaster.. what types of shields, spears, and maces do you happen to have?"

"Something my size preferably, a saddle with saddlebags, tack, and barding if you can spare it but it's fine if you can't." She looks around seeing the kind of horses and equipment they have.

Steel and wooden shields abound in square, round and many other shapes. A long sharp halberd stands next to a shorter but hooked spear with a rope dangling from it and a long traditional spear with a steel point rests on the end. Laces hang from the wall, they have 4 spikes, 8 spikes or no spikes.  “Take a look” the quartermaster says.

“Ah you would want a warhorse for that.  Jesse said your welcome to them but the boarding makes a bit of noise so it may not be the best thing if you don’t want to get noticed.” 

You find the equipment that fits you including a saddle designed for dwarves, gnomes and halflings that has a rope step ladder that can be tied up or let down from a side bag. 

Mucor would move towards the shields and weapons... obviously torn as he rubbed his hairy chin and spend a very long time examining them... he had used his previous weapon and shield for a long time.. and the size of the mushrooms that had formed on them were proof of it. The minotaur would pick up the largest wooden shield with steel trim first.. then look at the all steel version... and then back again... Eventually, the minotaur would decide on a large wooden square shield, the longer traditional spear, and the 8 point mace... After attaching these items to his belt, he would approach the quartermaster with his old spear, scalemail, and sheild. "Thank you for your hospitality.. do you have any use for this... um... gently used equipment?"

Yera takes the warhorse and all the other equipment offered, as well as some studded leather barding and thanks the stablemaster as she leaves. She then leaves to search the town for the rest of her companions.

The quartermaster looks at you and says “you can just leave that over there” pointing to an empty corner. 

"OK" The Minotaur will say, walking to the corner and gently setting down the equipment. If no one claims the healing potions, Mucor will request those as well.  The druid knows how to use his magic to cure the wounds of others... but some of his companions may find the potions helpful.

(I am not intending for Gabriel to go off on his own or anything.)

"Perhaps a battleaxe?" Gabriel inquires.

Upon reaching the stables, Quentin will amble up to the stable master and flash him a warm, charming smile. "Salutations boss, I reckon ya heard bout m'gang and I ridin' out into the sunset to do battle with them prickly pears whats been terrorizin' the town and whatnot. I'm fixin' to get a horse from ya', a fast critter ya know, sumthin' that'd kick rocks down a trail quicker n' it kick a Orc n' the face."

The rogue glances at the horses arrayed in the stables and immediately points to one of the riding horses, "Sumthin' like that fella' over yonder. Sleek lookin rascal, that n' is." Turning back to the stable master, "Reckon ya' can set me right? Critter n' saddle n' the whole nine yards and the like?"

As the minotaur emerges from the armory, he will look down at his new appearance, examining his armor, spear, and shield one more time before smiling and making his way towards The stables. Once there, he will look over the horses before speaking with stable master. "Hello sir, I am looking for a large sturdy horse.. perhaps a strong and hardy draft horse?" Mucor will say rubbing his chin.

(Gabriel-Ok, figured but wanted to check)

"Battleaxe will be 10 gold" the man says to Gabriel.

Quentin and Onyx:  "Coming right up" the halfling says to Quentin and points you over to a stable hand for saddle fitting.  You are able to get everything you need and saddled up.  In an adjacent stall you see Onyx being fitted for a stout warhorse capable of carrying 2 guards and pull a cart all at once.  

Mucor:  is given the three healing potions and heads towards the stables.  He see Onyx and Quentin saddled up on theirs and is taken to another warhorse similar to Onyx's.

(Let me know if you want to expedite the shopping montage and get to the exit from Riverwood)

Mucor is ready to go

Yera goes to the magic shop to see if they have any enchanted shields/armor (as in +1 shield), and that is the last of her business before meeting up with the party to head out.

Yera:   The shop keep informs you that he does have a shield that is made of a mithral and steel fusion and provides additional protection.  The cost is 400 gold pieces.

Gabriel weighs the axe in his hand. He tosses the appropriate number of coins the shopkeepers way and heads out to locate his companions.

Perception/Survival (Same mods either way): 21

Gabriel is able to find his companions by the stables.