Raza picks up his short sword from the counter "Not exactly what I'm looking for, thanks for the gold though! I'll come by again soon."
He makes his way outside and finds a soft patch of dirt. Using Mold Earth he grinds it away till only sand remains and fills up a pouch "This will come in handy later."
A small, crazy haired gnome greets you, "Oh hello! Yes, yes. Someone else came in here recently for those. I believe the herbs were 2 silver, incense will be 1 silver, and the brass brazier will be 5 gold. So all together that equals...." She scratches her head as she collects all the items, "15 gold and 3 silver." She says as she puts all the items in the brazier and places it on the counter.
She looks at him perplexed, "Have I been reading that spell wrong all these years?" She grabs your spellbook from your hands, "Well I'll be damned. You'd just owe me 15 gold then. 10 for the incense, charcoal, and herbs as well as 5 for the brass brazier." She looks at you with a worried expression, "How about you borrow the brass brazier, pay me 10 gold and bring it back when you're done? Does that sound like something you could do?" Her brow furrows and her mouth turns into a frown making her look extremely worried.
Under her breathe you hear her say, "Oh dear, oh dear. I owe that gentleman 3 silver. Oh no, oh no."
She looks at you in a bit of shock, "O-oh. I'm Cynthia. I don't have any other helpers at the moment. As you can probably tell." She scratches the back of her head sheepishly and as you look around, you fully take in the state of this place. It's pure chaos. It looks as though a tornado had come through the store and left things where it pleased.
Damaia leaves the arena and stands in the street, wondering what she should do.
Should I go to the magic shop? I checked not too long ago and everything seems to cost a lot so... Maybe I can buy a new dress? No, I don't really need one right now. I could buy more potions... I think I'm good for now.
Damaia's body seems to have gotten impatient and a loud rumbling from her tummy makes the decision for her. She heads of the inn to grab a bite to eat. After eating, she will grab her "BOOK OF HORRIBLE SECRETS" and find a nice tree to sit under. Sometimes, you just feel like doing stuff under a nice tree rather than in your room.
The masked face bows slightly in response to your waves. “I believe I saw you waiting outside of the shop for me before your last match. Is there something I can help you with?”
"Right. I became a cleric after our town came under sustained attacks from the undead. I learned a few years later that they were specifically targeting me because of my celestial heritage; I went to the temple of Pelor and they helped me become what I am now in exchange for helping the temple and healing people occasionally. How about you? How'd you become a cleric?"
Zanyeras exits the arena, walking calmly towards his poor quarters for an evenings rest and reflection on Tyr's wisdom. He is humble and grateful for the opportunities he's been given.
On the way, he keeps his eyes open for anyone who looks hungry or sick, always mindful of his responsibility to help alleviate the suffering of others while bringing glory to the name of Tyr...
The mask stares at you silently for a few moments. Then replies quietly “I grew up in service to the church. I now investigate and record the circumstances of the death of the living.”
Raza hurries over to the arena to watch the next match, only to find the crowd walking out. "Oh wow, I already missed it....one of the newcomers must be pretty strong."
He goes to the common area of the inn to strategize more battle tactics.
”The mask is simply part of my vestments. Though it also serves a practical function. There is incense placed in the beak like section to aid in reducing the odor of decay when working with corpses.”
Raza looks up from a piece of parchment and puts his quil down. His eyes grow wide looking at Kierro and Corvus. "H..hello mighty warriors! How goes your magic studies?"
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Raza picks up his short sword from the counter "Not exactly what I'm looking for, thanks for the gold though! I'll come by again soon."
He makes his way outside and finds a soft patch of dirt. Using Mold Earth he grinds it away till only sand remains and fills up a pouch "This will come in handy later."
He heads for the arena to watch the next match.
A small, crazy haired gnome greets you, "Oh hello! Yes, yes. Someone else came in here recently for those. I believe the herbs were 2 silver, incense will be 1 silver, and the brass brazier will be 5 gold. So all together that equals...." She scratches her head as she collects all the items, "15 gold and 3 silver." She says as she puts all the items in the brazier and places it on the counter.
She looks at him perplexed, "Have I been reading that spell wrong all these years?" She grabs your spellbook from your hands, "Well I'll be damned. You'd just owe me 15 gold then. 10 for the incense, charcoal, and herbs as well as 5 for the brass brazier." She looks at you with a worried expression, "How about you borrow the brass brazier, pay me 10 gold and bring it back when you're done? Does that sound like something you could do?" Her brow furrows and her mouth turns into a frown making her look extremely worried.
Under her breathe you hear her say, "Oh dear, oh dear. I owe that gentleman 3 silver. Oh no, oh no."
She looks at you in a bit of shock, "O-oh. I'm Cynthia. I don't have any other helpers at the moment. As you can probably tell." She scratches the back of her head sheepishly and as you look around, you fully take in the state of this place. It's pure chaos. It looks as though a tornado had come through the store and left things where it pleased.
"I'd appreciate it greatly." She smiles a bit too wide, making her look a but crazy, "I think being organized would be better for business."
corvus
Returning to the magical component shop Corvus purchased the component pouch for the asked 25 gold.
Damaia leaves the arena and stands in the street, wondering what she should do.
Should I go to the magic shop? I checked not too long ago and everything seems to cost a lot so... Maybe I can buy a new dress? No, I don't really need one right now. I could buy more potions... I think I'm good for now.
Damaia's body seems to have gotten impatient and a loud rumbling from her tummy makes the decision for her. She heads of the inn to grab a bite to eat. After eating, she will grab her "BOOK OF HORRIBLE SECRETS" and find a nice tree to sit under. Sometimes, you just feel like doing stuff under a nice tree rather than in your room.
Raza, relieved, yet dissatisfied by the way the match turned out, goes back to his room to think up new magic tricks and calls it a night.
Corvus
Seeming to recall his opponent from his first match waiting outside a shop for him Corvus goes and looks for Kierro.
You find Kierro in the inn’s common room, reading a book. As you approach, he closes the book and waves at you.
”Hi Corvus! What’s up?”
Corvus
The masked face bows slightly in response to your waves. “I believe I saw you waiting outside of the shop for me before your last match. Is there something I can help you with?”
"I noticed you were a cleric as well and was wondering what god you worshipped."
Corvus
”I follow The Scribe of the Doomed, Jergal. I believe you not only follow a path but are of divine blood as well, correct?”
"Right. I became a cleric after our town came under sustained attacks from the undead. I learned a few years later that they were specifically targeting me because of my celestial heritage; I went to the temple of Pelor and they helped me become what I am now in exchange for helping the temple and healing people occasionally. How about you? How'd you become a cleric?"
Zanyeras exits the arena, walking calmly towards his poor quarters for an evenings rest and reflection on Tyr's wisdom. He is humble and grateful for the opportunities he's been given.
On the way, he keeps his eyes open for anyone who looks hungry or sick, always mindful of his responsibility to help alleviate the suffering of others while bringing glory to the name of Tyr...
Corvus
The mask stares at you silently for a few moments. Then replies quietly “I grew up in service to the church. I now investigate and record the circumstances of the death of the living.”
Raza hurries over to the arena to watch the next match, only to find the crowd walking out. "Oh wow, I already missed it....one of the newcomers must be pretty strong."
He goes to the common area of the inn to strategize more battle tactics.
"That's cool. I was also going to ask about the mask, but I'm not sure if that's something you feel like talking about."
(Kierro notices Raza)
"Hey Raza, how's it going?"
Corvus
”The mask is simply part of my vestments. Though it also serves a practical function. There is incense placed in the beak like section to aid in reducing the odor of decay when working with corpses.”
Raza looks up from a piece of parchment and puts his quil down. His eyes grow wide looking at Kierro and Corvus. "H..hello mighty warriors! How goes your magic studies?"