Pulling out the lantern “I thought this might come in handy if we run into any more dark areas. Does your spell work to just light a part of it, like the wick maybe?” Moira sets the lantern down on a table and starts pulling out the snake skin and hooking it up to a frame for stretching. Once stretched she goes about scraping any remaining meat from the inside of it with a flat knife and make sure it is very clean.
Moira- You actually find a knife specifically built to make cleaning out hides for tanning. One advantage to being a skilled blacksmith is easily being able to make custom tools for custom jobs. And the quality of this particular blade is about as high as you could imagine without being magical. This is someone who clearly cares for their tools. In the end you find the process very easy, the only difficult part for you is that these tools were designed for someone with a much larger grip. After some time, however, you manage to adjust and clean out the skin quickly.
Witt- This lamp is actually a semi-magical device in that instead of a basic wick it has a crystal that takes it place but functions essentially the same, allowing for an effective lantern without needing oil. In this case you find you can cast light on the crystal itself and, as expected the crystal begins shining brightly as a result.
Nemeia smiles at Mary. "How long have you been a blacksmith? I'm actually looking to get into the craft and would love to gain some pointers from someone as clearly experienced as you are. It's not often I find craftsmanship of this quality outside of Gearglow. Did you apprentice there by chance?" Nemeia ponders the idea of this halforc working in the gnome factories but remembered that her family were also outsiders that were happily allowed in when they showed an interest in the craft.
Nemeia twirls her tinkertools between her fingers like she often does when she's nervous. Mary was one of the first skilled craftsman she's found that garnered her interest. Though she didn't seem inclined to work in the arcane arts, her works were still exceptional. Out of habit, she begins to fiddle with her purple lens glasses. It's like second nature to her and after a while she decides on large round gold frames to hold the lenses in place and slides them on her nose.
”That’s great! And the best part is we can still lower the hood if we need to hide our presence.” Moira makes short work of the cleaning with the finely crafted tools, switching back to her own on any detailed areas. Then takes the skin off of the rack and into the barrel. Pouring the tanning solution in and then fetching water to fill the barrel the rest of the way. Hammering the kid of the barrel into place she asks Witt to help her tip it over and roll the barrel around a bit to ensure the solution is mixed well and that all parts of the hide get coated.
"Oh my, you are too kind, really."Mary blushes some more in response to Nemeia,"I'm afraid I've never been to Gearglow myself. I learn from my father originally who lived in northern Dorimir. I'm not sure what advice to give really, other then just keep practicing, making small things first - simple blades, hooks, basic things - and just perfect the basics as much as possible. It what my father taught me and it's served me well."
As Nemeia looks around she'll quickly realize that nothing in this shop is magical.
Though Nemeia's expression remains endearing, her tail whips to the side in frustration. She gives a smile and says, "That is great advice. It's funny how it's opposite of that sometimes in tinkering. You often start with a bit bigger of an item and try to make it as small as possible." She laughs and brings out the small snail from her satchel. She let's it climb up onto her shoulder and nestle near her neck. The snail is made of numerous tiny pieces of metal working together to give the appearance of the animal while also serving out a healing balm where it glides. "I gotten pretty good with things like this, but I'm hoping to make something significantly larger soon. I was thinking about a mountain cat like the ones that I've seen on my travels. They're beautiful creatures with a lot of energy. I hope to capture that in my creation."Nemeia starts to ramble on about her plans for a large mechanical mountain lion until she catches herself. She looks to the others to see if they've finished up what they needed here.
Nemeia loves thinking about Mary's father and it reminds her again of herself in the shop. She has a moment of saddness as she thinks about how she left her father alone back at the shop. Should she have left him? He told her he wanted Nemeia to go and learn more. It was her calling or something. She just wanted to make him proud and this town was not helping with that at all! "Fathers are great teachers," she says. "Do you get to work with him often?,"she asks kindly.
"I do thank you for your time. I look forward to talking more with you in the future about the designs you've crafted. I really do love that style."
After processing the information and thinking about it for a while, 9 nods, “Well, if we aren’t in a hurry, make it a dagger. I’ll pick it up later. How much would that be?”, 9 pays Mary before hand and wanders towards Moira and Witt, observing their work.
Mary seems equal parts grateful and flustered by the praise. Instead she focuses on her work, going over the costs involved in making the dagger for 9."Given the added work involved, I can do it for 3 gold in total. That includes incorporating both the fang and the tongue into the weapon. It should take me a couple of days to complete."
Eventually the entire party makes their way back to the Thief's Respite Inn, settling themselves down in their respective beds. Finally everyone is able to rest and relax, letting go of a day's full of hard work and fighting.
Lodging for the night will come to 7 sp per room, those of you who have not yet paid for tonight's room remember to subtract accordingly. Feel free to bunk up however you wish.
You will all be able to get your long rest and officially level up, so you are all now level 3.
As sleep slowly but surely claims you all, you all manged to take what you've learned from your adventures so far and figure out how to improve yourself, even by a little bit. For some these improvements come in dramatic changes to battle strategies and focus, to others its merely a chance to become closer to that which gives you strength.
For one it comes in a deep dark dream that is not her own.
In the deep recesses of her dreams, Moira sees a large table before her, a fine dinner set upon it. All of her nameless, faceless admirers are there, behind that are friends and family and all the people who have ever doubted her. She shows them with pride the powers she's learned as flames erupt from her hands in spectacular patterns.
And then the voice invades her mind...
"Good, good, already you send me souls to devour."The voice calls out, filling everything around you with its presence. Turning around you see a massive mountain behind you, covered in flowing black and red magma. Then the entire mountain moves in subtle ways, and you realize this is not mountain. It is a being of ancient and terrible power, massive black and red bat like wings begin to expand from behind what you thought was a mountain. You can't tell anything else about this creature, you see no face or features behind those wings. Only the mass before you and the voice all around you.
"You bring me poor souls for now, but your potential will serve me well. Very well, I give you a boon to better accomplish your goals, and in doing so I will accomplish mine."
The wings fold down and reach out towards you, moving to envelop you, and in the moment before they completely engulf you....
Moira wakes up instantly, then. But not to a quiet room that she had rented, but to screams and conflict happening right outside the inn, coming from the center of town.
Indeed around that time, in the early, dark hours just before the sun rises, all of you awaken to the sounds of an attack happening throughout the town.
Moira sits bolt up in bed. Drenched in a cold sweat. She works to clear her head of that awful dream, but she can still hear the screams. It takes her a moment to realize that the screams are not in her head but out side. She dashes to the window to see if she can see what is happening, only vaguely noting the sound of the spell book thumping on the floor. A book she will later distinctly remember putting in her bag the night before.
It's difficult for Moria to get a good vantage point from her room's window. She can hear what might be fighting of some kind but it's hard to make out anything happening outside. She's so focused on trying to discover what is happening that she fails to notice the glowing runes across the surface of her tomb on the floor. Runes which were not there before. By the time she looks back those runes are no longer glowing and blend in with the rest of the book's cover.
Quick as she can Moira gets her armor and clothes back on. Tossing her book back into her pack she grabs up her wand and heads out the door. If the others are not out of their rooms yet she starts banging on doors as she runs to head out of the inn and see what is happening.
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Perception to see what Sora can pick up as soon as she wakes up: 15
Soraopened her eyes quickly when the sounds of fighting hit her. She stumbled her way onto her feet and too a quick peek out the window to see what she could notice going on outside. She didn't want to waste any moment however. The life of an adventurer meant that you were always better safe then sorry. Immediately she put on her gear, grabbed all her weapons and rushed outside. She didn't bother waiting for the others, she was already heading out by the time Moira came to knock on her door.
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Witt joins the others in the blacksmith's eventually, but hangs around at the back, staying out of everyone's way.
About what time of day is it now?
Moira
”This is perfect. Thank you.“ Moira pokes her head back in the shop quick. “Hey Witt come back here I want to show you something.”
Oh? says Witt, perking up and scurrying after Moira.
Moira
Pulling out the lantern “I thought this might come in handy if we run into any more dark areas. Does your spell work to just light a part of it, like the wick maybe?” Moira sets the lantern down on a table and starts pulling out the snake skin and hooking it up to a frame for stretching. Once stretched she goes about scraping any remaining meat from the inside of it with a flat knife and make sure it is very clean.
Oh, well, I think so. Witt reaches out his hand and attempts to cast Light on the wick, but not the rest of the lantern.
Moira - You actually find a knife specifically built to make cleaning out hides for tanning. One advantage to being a skilled blacksmith is easily being able to make custom tools for custom jobs. And the quality of this particular blade is about as high as you could imagine without being magical. This is someone who clearly cares for their tools. In the end you find the process very easy, the only difficult part for you is that these tools were designed for someone with a much larger grip. After some time, however, you manage to adjust and clean out the skin quickly.
Witt - This lamp is actually a semi-magical device in that instead of a basic wick it has a crystal that takes it place but functions essentially the same, allowing for an effective lantern without needing oil. In this case you find you can cast light on the crystal itself and, as expected the crystal begins shining brightly as a result.
Sylnache Ashrain - 7th Sojourn
Nemeia smiles at Mary. "How long have you been a blacksmith? I'm actually looking to get into the craft and would love to gain some pointers from someone as clearly experienced as you are. It's not often I find craftsmanship of this quality outside of Gearglow. Did you apprentice there by chance?" Nemeia ponders the idea of this halforc working in the gnome factories but remembered that her family were also outsiders that were happily allowed in when they showed an interest in the craft.
Nemeia twirls her tinkertools between her fingers like she often does when she's nervous. Mary was one of the first skilled craftsman she's found that garnered her interest. Though she didn't seem inclined to work in the arcane arts, her works were still exceptional. Out of habit, she begins to fiddle with her purple lens glasses. It's like second nature to her and after a while she decides on large round gold frames to hold the lenses in place and slides them on her nose.
Ritual cast detect magic
Moira
”That’s great! And the best part is we can still lower the hood if we need to hide our presence.” Moira makes short work of the cleaning with the finely crafted tools, switching back to her own on any detailed areas. Then takes the skin off of the rack and into the barrel. Pouring the tanning solution in and then fetching water to fill the barrel the rest of the way. Hammering the kid of the barrel into place she asks Witt to help her tip it over and roll the barrel around a bit to ensure the solution is mixed well and that all parts of the hide get coated.
"Oh my, you are too kind, really." Mary blushes some more in response to Nemeia, "I'm afraid I've never been to Gearglow myself. I learn from my father originally who lived in northern Dorimir. I'm not sure what advice to give really, other then just keep practicing, making small things first - simple blades, hooks, basic things - and just perfect the basics as much as possible. It what my father taught me and it's served me well."
As Nemeia looks around she'll quickly realize that nothing in this shop is magical.
Sylnache Ashrain - 7th Sojourn
Though Nemeia's expression remains endearing, her tail whips to the side in frustration. She gives a smile and says, "That is great advice. It's funny how it's opposite of that sometimes in tinkering. You often start with a bit bigger of an item and try to make it as small as possible." She laughs and brings out the small snail from her satchel. She let's it climb up onto her shoulder and nestle near her neck. The snail is made of numerous tiny pieces of metal working together to give the appearance of the animal while also serving out a healing balm where it glides. "I gotten pretty good with things like this, but I'm hoping to make something significantly larger soon. I was thinking about a mountain cat like the ones that I've seen on my travels. They're beautiful creatures with a lot of energy. I hope to capture that in my creation." Nemeia starts to ramble on about her plans for a large mechanical mountain lion until she catches herself. She looks to the others to see if they've finished up what they needed here.
Nemeia loves thinking about Mary's father and it reminds her again of herself in the shop. She has a moment of saddness as she thinks about how she left her father alone back at the shop. Should she have left him? He told her he wanted Nemeia to go and learn more. It was her calling or something. She just wanted to make him proud and this town was not helping with that at all! "Fathers are great teachers," she says. "Do you get to work with him often?," she asks kindly.
"I do thank you for your time. I look forward to talking more with you in the future about the designs you've crafted. I really do love that style."
After processing the information and thinking about it for a while, 9 nods, “Well, if we aren’t in a hurry, make it a dagger. I’ll pick it up later. How much would that be?”, 9 pays Mary before hand and wanders towards Moira and Witt, observing their work.
Mary seems equal parts grateful and flustered by the praise. Instead she focuses on her work, going over the costs involved in making the dagger for 9. "Given the added work involved, I can do it for 3 gold in total. That includes incorporating both the fang and the tongue into the weapon. It should take me a couple of days to complete."
Sylnache Ashrain - 7th Sojourn
9 hands her 3 gold, “What about the magical enchantment? Also, would it be possible to attach them to my whip to make it more efficient?”
Moira
Walking back into the forge area "Do you mind if I leave that here overnight? It will be tough to get it pushed back up to the inn."
Eventually the entire party makes their way back to the Thief's Respite Inn, settling themselves down in their respective beds. Finally everyone is able to rest and relax, letting go of a day's full of hard work and fighting.
Lodging for the night will come to 7 sp per room, those of you who have not yet paid for tonight's room remember to subtract accordingly. Feel free to bunk up however you wish.
You will all be able to get your long rest and officially level up, so you are all now level 3.
As sleep slowly but surely claims you all, you all manged to take what you've learned from your adventures so far and figure out how to improve yourself, even by a little bit. For some these improvements come in dramatic changes to battle strategies and focus, to others its merely a chance to become closer to that which gives you strength.
For one it comes in a deep dark dream that is not her own.
In the deep recesses of her dreams, Moira sees a large table before her, a fine dinner set upon it. All of her nameless, faceless admirers are there, behind that are friends and family and all the people who have ever doubted her. She shows them with pride the powers she's learned as flames erupt from her hands in spectacular patterns.
And then the voice invades her mind...
"Good, good, already you send me souls to devour." The voice calls out, filling everything around you with its presence. Turning around you see a massive mountain behind you, covered in flowing black and red magma. Then the entire mountain moves in subtle ways, and you realize this is not mountain. It is a being of ancient and terrible power, massive black and red bat like wings begin to expand from behind what you thought was a mountain. You can't tell anything else about this creature, you see no face or features behind those wings. Only the mass before you and the voice all around you.
"You bring me poor souls for now, but your potential will serve me well. Very well, I give you a boon to better accomplish your goals, and in doing so I will accomplish mine."
The wings fold down and reach out towards you, moving to envelop you, and in the moment before they completely engulf you....
Moira wakes up instantly, then. But not to a quiet room that she had rented, but to screams and conflict happening right outside the inn, coming from the center of town.
Indeed around that time, in the early, dark hours just before the sun rises, all of you awaken to the sounds of an attack happening throughout the town.
Sylnache Ashrain - 7th Sojourn
Moira
Moira sits bolt up in bed. Drenched in a cold sweat. She works to clear her head of that awful dream, but she can still hear the screams. It takes her a moment to realize that the screams are not in her head but out side. She dashes to the window to see if she can see what is happening, only vaguely noting the sound of the spell book thumping on the floor. A book she will later distinctly remember putting in her bag the night before.
Perception to see what is going on outside : 3
It's difficult for Moria to get a good vantage point from her room's window. She can hear what might be fighting of some kind but it's hard to make out anything happening outside. She's so focused on trying to discover what is happening that she fails to notice the glowing runes across the surface of her tomb on the floor. Runes which were not there before. By the time she looks back those runes are no longer glowing and blend in with the rest of the book's cover.
Sylnache Ashrain - 7th Sojourn
Moira
Quick as she can Moira gets her armor and clothes back on. Tossing her book back into her pack she grabs up her wand and heads out the door. If the others are not out of their rooms yet she starts banging on doors as she runs to head out of the inn and see what is happening.
(Have we all completed a long rest?)
Perception to see what Sora can pick up as soon as she wakes up: 15
Sora opened her eyes quickly when the sounds of fighting hit her. She stumbled her way onto her feet and too a quick peek out the window to see what she could notice going on outside. She didn't want to waste any moment however. The life of an adventurer meant that you were always better safe then sorry. Immediately she put on her gear, grabbed all her weapons and rushed outside. She didn't bother waiting for the others, she was already heading out by the time Moira came to knock on her door.