A few more minutes of wine drinking, and small talk pass between the Marquis and the table, and when it’s evident that no other adventurers aside from the six of you will show up anytime soon, the Marquis puts his empty glass down on an wooden drink coaster with an sudden business like air, his posture straightens out and his face tightens in a way that really reminds you all that he is a business managing aristocrat first and foremost.
“Although your company this evening has been most refreshing, I believe it is time we discuss the business we have gathered here for. St. Tyrol’s location is still on maps created in the past decade or so, and many signs on the roads leading south should guide you to the Northern Entrance easily enough.”
”From what I’ve been able to discern from a map that I will gladly give a copy of to you after this meeting, a large stone wall covered the towns edges in a half circle around the towns sea port. There may be holes in the wall that you all could slide through, but the Northern and Western entrances should be wide enough to allow you pass all at once, for the cost of probably being watched by vermin and possible monsters or bandits that infest the city.”
The Marquis’ pulls out a medium sized pouch with a few zippered compartments, that tinkles with what is presumably glass or crystal structures rolling around inside.
”Your goal in all this is to find the runic array that was originally under the town hall, and either repair it if it is salvageable, or to create a new one using the materials that I will give you after this meeting. It will eventually deter unwanteds from the area, but not immediately, so do not count on it being a last resort for trouble. You can keep any artifacts, treasures, documents, etcetera that you find, but I will gladly buy anything of note from you for a better price then most other salesmen.”
”I will be conducting business in this very town for the next thirty days, and will be residing in the mayors manor house for the duration of my stay. If thirty days pass and I receive no word back from your group, I will tell the town’s church to hold a small service in your honor. The earlier you return, the better for all of us, and the more convinced I will be to either put in a good word to the kingdom’sadventurers guild, or even hire you again if I need future jobs done. The baseline pay will be 75 gold per adventure, and more so for the aquistion and selling for any interesting artifacts or documents.”
The man’s piercing blue eyes and glittering gold eye shadow flit from person to person, seemingly evaluating you, sizing you up. What he feels is unreadable, due to his face looking to be carved from marble. His shoulders give a small twitch, and his previously intimidating face melts into a soft looking grin, with his eyes crinkling in a way that makes the smile seem to reach his eyes. He extends both his arms out to the all of you in an inviting fashion.
“Are there any questions, before I retire for the night?”
He has spent long enough in this establishment. The party he has found himself with seems trustworthy enough, maybe. But only time will tell, experience tells him that much at least. Even the closest of allies can be bought for the right price. Rising slowly from his chair, he places his full glass back onto the table. "When do we leave for this place? If it's all the same to the rest of you I'd rather get out of here. The sooner we're done the sooner I get paid."
"Well.. thanks Mylord... I will.. we will I mean... to do as you requested... "Godric envys the self assurance of the noble in his manner of behaving and speaking to a bunch of strange lot like them.
He almost jump on his chair when the others show that impetu.
"I.. I would need to go to the temple and... collect my things.. yes... But I can.. I can be here in half an hour. If you don't mind waiting..."he says to them.
“Your time is yours to do as you wish. I shall retire to the Mayor’s manor hall for the evening, if you think of any further questions, leave them with a servant of his, I will reply with post haste. Remember, one month, the show is now yours to do with as you wish.” The man smiled mischiviously, and stood up to leave, the scarred man behind him turning his head to and fro to scan each occupant of the bar with such a severe look, like an divine being wresting judgment upon you all. The two walk out with barely a foot between them, not that either one of them seemed to care particularly.
The time is around 5 in the evening, in the mid summer. You have about 2 to possibly 3 hours left of daylight.
If you want to do any shopping/last minute preparements feel free to! You can have some degree of freedom, like narrating you walk into the blacksmith/church/etc., I’ll play the NPC’s in that situation. It’s larger then an old western town, but small enough that you can walk from one end of town to the other in 10-20 minutes. No magical weapons of anything like that, but any standard stuff you should be able to find in town.
Once the Marquis has left and is out of earshot, Spotty clears his throat and addresses the others: "Uh... does anyone else think that guy is a little shifty? ...I mean, a job's a job, but still..."
"I'll be back soon", Uthemar steps outside again away from the bustle of the bar and into the equally unwelcome city in which he finds himself. The warm summer air mixes with dust kicked up from the city streets, making every breath a struggle. This land is much different from the home he had to leave behind. How he misses the sweet air of the sea, the sound of wind in the trees of the High Forest. Change can be good for a man someone had once said to him, but..... A dull ache throbs in his back, old age catches up with everyone at some stage in life. He is certainly not as young as he used to be and with the youth of his fellow campaigners that fact is even more obvious. Maybe some additional protection would be a wise investment while he still has the chance to purchase some?
Pushing his way through the busy crowd Uthemar spots a small independant blacksmiths shop on the corner of the main street. The entrance hidden down a side alley, a welcome escape from the tireless noise of city life. Inside, the walls are decorated with a vast array of familiar shapes - weaponry and armour. The familiar sound of hot steel on steel rings out and fills the storefront. The blacksmith notices the elf admiring his wares and briefly stops his work.
The Blacksmith is a burly human male getting on in his years, with arm muscles larger then his own head and a pot belly even larger. Aside from his large figure, and his salt and pepper beard with more salt then pepper at this point, he looks like a perfect picture of the standard Bovayan. He wipes sweat from his brow, and grabs a towel he had near by.
“My names be Rigg’s, and this is my here smithy. I’ll have most standard gear out for display, but I’ll do custom orders if you need ‘em. I don’t do magic’s or other fancy t’ings, just quality steel.”
Put your spoiler here.
Any metal based items in the equipment section of the Player’s hand book should be in stock, for the prices listed there. He can also sell smith tools, cartographer tools, cooking stuff, theives tools, basically anything metal based.
Back at the tavern Felurial looks at Spotty questioningly and replies to Godric "Yes, he seemed nice enough to me as well...? Nobility always tends to be a little quirky", she adds with a grin.
"So should we study this map? I find the description of this old runic array utterly fascinating. I have never studied abjuration magic in a lot of depth myself, but am familiar with the basics..." As she continues babbling about magic, Felosial starts rummaging through the bag with materials dislodging the cat from her lap. With an absentminded scratch to placate the disgruntled feline, she continues to try to discern whether she understands how one would go about setting up a new runic array with the given materials if necessary.
Uthemar throws his coin purse onto the blacksmiths counter top, it crashes onto the wood surface with a metallic ring. "I'm looking for a shield, one of those will suffice" The half elf thrusts a thumb at the row of shields hanging along the shop keepers wall, "You're a local man I take it. What do you know about this St. Tyrol? Anything I should know before heading down that way?"
The blacksmith hands you a shield and grunts out an affirmative sound.
“Aye, shame that old place was, it fell during me childhood. Men and women, refugees, flocked to this town, most moved on, some stayed. ‘Suspect some sort of pirate attack did them in, runes just don’t stop working right before monster breeding season. If ye be going down there, watch for nesting grounds and monster youngin’s. Nothing worst then being eaten by an angry owlbear mother because you met a wondering cub.”
Put your spoiler here.
Map will be made hopefully when I get the time. Understanding the Rune Array will be a 20 DC Arcane Check, only able to be made during long and short rests. The more often you do it and not succeed, the more likely I will lower the DC after time, due to you understanding it a little better.
"I.. I'll back soon too..." says Godric and he leaves the tavern so fast that he throws himself against a couple of humans that were entering it in that very moment. Raising himself from the floor and excusing himself to the man, he leaves the tavern and heads towards the temple, when he collects his things, readies his backpack and, with a deep sight, dons his armor, grabs his shield over his shoulder, the backpack in the other and attachs his mace to his hip, but doing so, first the backpack, then the shield end in the floor with a noisy metallic clacking.
He collects himself, uses both leather strips this time to put his shield against his back, then repeats the same with the backpack, and finally grabs his mace. He still carries the bag over his other hip and checks that the contents of it are ready and close at hand in case of need. He says his thanks to the local prior of the temple, leaving a couple of gold pieces as a token of appreciation and come back to the tavern.
When he enters the it again, twenty minutes later, the first thing that comes to the minds of the others is that he has donned an armor a little bit bigger that he should use, for it seems that he is going to dissapear inside it. Truth is that he hasn't has the muscle to fit on that suit of armor, but he, somehow, has managed to get used to it and moves, apparently, without problem. The symbol of her godness can be seen in the chest and in the shield, a painted golden symbol that catches the eye in the middle of the metal.
"I am ready"he says smiling to the others.
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A few more minutes of wine drinking, and small talk pass between the Marquis and the table, and when it’s evident that no other adventurers aside from the six of you will show up anytime soon, the Marquis puts his empty glass down on an wooden drink coaster with an sudden business like air, his posture straightens out and his face tightens in a way that really reminds you all that he is a business managing aristocrat first and foremost.
“Although your company this evening has been most refreshing, I believe it is time we discuss the business we have gathered here for. St. Tyrol’s location is still on maps created in the past decade or so, and many signs on the roads leading south should guide you to the Northern Entrance easily enough.”
”From what I’ve been able to discern from a map that I will gladly give a copy of to you after this meeting, a large stone wall covered the towns edges in a half circle around the towns sea port. There may be holes in the wall that you all could slide through, but the Northern and Western entrances should be wide enough to allow you pass all at once, for the cost of probably being watched by vermin and possible monsters or bandits that infest the city.”
The Marquis’ pulls out a medium sized pouch with a few zippered compartments, that tinkles with what is presumably glass or crystal structures rolling around inside.
”Your goal in all this is to find the runic array that was originally under the town hall, and either repair it if it is salvageable, or to create a new one using the materials that I will give you after this meeting. It will eventually deter unwanteds from the area, but not immediately, so do not count on it being a last resort for trouble. You can keep any artifacts, treasures, documents, etcetera that you find, but I will gladly buy anything of note from you for a better price then most other salesmen.”
”I will be conducting business in this very town for the next thirty days, and will be residing in the mayors manor house for the duration of my stay. If thirty days pass and I receive no word back from your group, I will tell the town’s church to hold a small service in your honor. The earlier you return, the better for all of us, and the more convinced I will be to either put in a good word to the kingdom’sadventurers guild, or even hire you again if I need future jobs done. The baseline pay will be 75 gold per adventure, and more so for the aquistion and selling for any interesting artifacts or documents.”
The man’s piercing blue eyes and glittering gold eye shadow flit from person to person, seemingly evaluating you, sizing you up. What he feels is unreadable, due to his face looking to be carved from marble. His shoulders give a small twitch, and his previously intimidating face melts into a soft looking grin, with his eyes crinkling in a way that makes the smile seem to reach his eyes. He extends both his arms out to the all of you in an inviting fashion.
“Are there any questions, before I retire for the night?”
Uthemar shakes his head, "No".
He has spent long enough in this establishment. The party he has found himself with seems trustworthy enough, maybe. But only time will tell, experience tells him that much at least. Even the closest of allies can be bought for the right price. Rising slowly from his chair, he places his full glass back onto the table. "When do we leave for this place? If it's all the same to the rest of you I'd rather get out of here. The sooner we're done the sooner I get paid."
"I agree let us be done with this mission and on our way." Marino stands up picking up his glaive and heads towards the doors
"Well.. thanks Mylord... I will.. we will I mean... to do as you requested... " Godric envys the self assurance of the noble in his manner of behaving and speaking to a bunch of strange lot like them.
He almost jump on his chair when the others show that impetu.
"I.. I would need to go to the temple and... collect my things.. yes... But I can.. I can be here in half an hour. If you don't mind waiting..." he says to them.
PbP Character: A few ;)
“Your time is yours to do as you wish. I shall retire to the Mayor’s manor hall for the evening, if you think of any further questions, leave them with a servant of his, I will reply with post haste. Remember, one month, the show is now yours to do with as you wish.” The man smiled mischiviously, and stood up to leave, the scarred man behind him turning his head to and fro to scan each occupant of the bar with such a severe look, like an divine being wresting judgment upon you all. The two walk out with barely a foot between them, not that either one of them seemed to care particularly.
The time is around 5 in the evening, in the mid summer. You have about 2 to possibly 3 hours left of daylight.
If you want to do any shopping/last minute preparements feel free to! You can have some degree of freedom, like narrating you walk into the blacksmith/church/etc., I’ll play the NPC’s in that situation. It’s larger then an old western town, but small enough that you can walk from one end of town to the other in 10-20 minutes. No magical weapons of anything like that, but any standard stuff you should be able to find in town.
Once the Marquis has left and is out of earshot, Spotty clears his throat and addresses the others: "Uh... does anyone else think that guy is a little shifty? ...I mean, a job's a job, but still..."
"He seems a nice gentelmen to me... " says Godric a little bit amazed for that suggestion " what do you mean?"
PbP Character: A few ;)
"I'll be back soon", Uthemar steps outside again away from the bustle of the bar and into the equally unwelcome city in which he finds himself. The warm summer air mixes with dust kicked up from the city streets, making every breath a struggle. This land is much different from the home he had to leave behind. How he misses the sweet air of the sea, the sound of wind in the trees of the High Forest. Change can be good for a man someone had once said to him, but..... A dull ache throbs in his back, old age catches up with everyone at some stage in life. He is certainly not as young as he used to be and with the youth of his fellow campaigners that fact is even more obvious. Maybe some additional protection would be a wise investment while he still has the chance to purchase some?
Pushing his way through the busy crowd Uthemar spots a small independant blacksmiths shop on the corner of the main street. The entrance hidden down a side alley, a welcome escape from the tireless noise of city life. Inside, the walls are decorated with a vast array of familiar shapes - weaponry and armour. The familiar sound of hot steel on steel rings out and fills the storefront. The blacksmith notices the elf admiring his wares and briefly stops his work.
The Blacksmith is a burly human male getting on in his years, with arm muscles larger then his own head and a pot belly even larger. Aside from his large figure, and his salt and pepper beard with more salt then pepper at this point, he looks like a perfect picture of the standard Bovayan. He wipes sweat from his brow, and grabs a towel he had near by.
“My names be Rigg’s, and this is my here smithy. I’ll have most standard gear out for display, but I’ll do custom orders if you need ‘em. I don’t do magic’s or other fancy t’ings, just quality steel.”
Put your spoiler here.
Any metal based items in the equipment section of the Player’s hand book should be in stock, for the prices listed there. He can also sell smith tools, cartographer tools, cooking stuff, theives tools, basically anything metal based.
Back at the tavern Felurial looks at Spotty questioningly and replies to Godric "Yes, he seemed nice enough to me as well...? Nobility always tends to be a little quirky", she adds with a grin.
"So should we study this map? I find the description of this old runic array utterly fascinating. I have never studied abjuration magic in a lot of depth myself, but am familiar with the basics..." As she continues babbling about magic, Felosial starts rummaging through the bag with materials dislodging the cat from her lap. With an absentminded scratch to placate the disgruntled feline, she continues to try to discern whether she understands how one would go about setting up a new runic array with the given materials if necessary.
Uthemar throws his coin purse onto the blacksmiths counter top, it crashes onto the wood surface with a metallic ring. "I'm looking for a shield, one of those will suffice" The half elf thrusts a thumb at the row of shields hanging along the shop keepers wall, "You're a local man I take it. What do you know about this St. Tyrol? Anything I should know before heading down that way?"
The blacksmith hands you a shield and grunts out an affirmative sound.
“Aye, shame that old place was, it fell during me childhood. Men and women, refugees, flocked to this town, most moved on, some stayed. ‘Suspect some sort of pirate attack did them in, runes just don’t stop working right before monster breeding season. If ye be going down there, watch for nesting grounds and monster youngin’s. Nothing worst then being eaten by an angry owlbear mother because you met a wondering cub.”
Put your spoiler here.
Map will be made hopefully when I get the time. Understanding the Rune Array will be a 20 DC Arcane Check, only able to be made during long and short rests. The more often you do it and not succeed, the more likely I will lower the DC after time, due to you understanding it a little better.
"I.. I'll back soon too..." says Godric and he leaves the tavern so fast that he throws himself against a couple of humans that were entering it in that very moment. Raising himself from the floor and excusing himself to the man, he leaves the tavern and heads towards the temple, when he collects his things, readies his backpack and, with a deep sight, dons his armor, grabs his shield over his shoulder, the backpack in the other and attachs his mace to his hip, but doing so, first the backpack, then the shield end in the floor with a noisy metallic clacking.
He collects himself, uses both leather strips this time to put his shield against his back, then repeats the same with the backpack, and finally grabs his mace. He still carries the bag over his other hip and checks that the contents of it are ready and close at hand in case of need. He says his thanks to the local prior of the temple, leaving a couple of gold pieces as a token of appreciation and come back to the tavern.
When he enters the it again, twenty minutes later, the first thing that comes to the minds of the others is that he has donned an armor a little bit bigger that he should use, for it seems that he is going to dissapear inside it. Truth is that he hasn't has the muscle to fit on that suit of armor, but he, somehow, has managed to get used to it and moves, apparently, without problem. The symbol of her godness can be seen in the chest and in the shield, a painted golden symbol that catches the eye in the middle of the metal.
"I am ready" he says smiling to the others.
PbP Character: A few ;)