Khazanfetches Better Bart and Khaz Jr. who were pitched nearby, crunching on the remnants of their breakfast. With everything packed, everyone on board and shenanigans aside, the group are on the move with good timing...
The clouds rolling in front of the morning sun every now again, the cooler wind stops the day being a day perfect for luxury, but pleasant nonetheless. The road to Tamor is notably dotted with more people lumbering wood, stone, coal and salt; a few more people are going places with purpose. The town still holds and air of pleasantry, people hollering greetings, raucous laughter and the odd pair of children scampering about. The road isn't too busy, and after a few moments you're able to board your wagon and donkeys for a silver each for the day, with Khazanand Bart'snames taken as owners.
The scrappy teenager which brown hair kept in place by a straw hat pipes in, "You lot off to see Duchess Dal'thien sing tonight, are ye?"
"Ooh, I guess that kinda makes sense... She's a performer, tonight in the Slate Hall, she's gonna perform. Quite a few people here just for here for her. It's in the Canvas Tier. You can't really miss it..." The scrappy teen gives Bart change and receipt to return before scampering off to the next customer.
Despite the recent bad weather it hasn't turned away the sense of bustle of visitors to this town. This buildings here are built more for function, but the stone walls are occasionally painted with pleasing colours or layered with intesdting designs. Wheelbarrows and wagons of materials are still being pulled about on roads clearly marked. Dwarves are more present here, as well as rock gnomes and even the odd goliath. The tiers that are mentioned are clearly visible now, with a large set of fine stone stairs ascend to another part of the town, a large circlar landing in the middle of man breaks along the way holds stalls of snacks and drinks with a pleasant fountain in the centre.
On the current tier you're on there's plenty of stops for practical things for travels, work or affordable places to stay.
“See you soon,” Daffafle waves to the others, sliding off of the cart. Lucky alights on her shoulder as she begins wandering the town, looking for a magic shop, hoping to possibly pick up a new ritual, or temple.
Bartis quick to see the district of vendors of practical goods and services. Noting the location of the outfitter just at the end of the street, Bartenters a small infirmary bring closer.
A male human, short dark hair. While young looking, his movements are calm. He voices shows this as simply asks Barthow can he help.
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Wulcrathnotices a nice selection of stalls; one of which is a little old gnomish man who carves little trinkets, figurines and such out fine, pretty stone. He sees Wulcrathand his eyes widen, "Oh, by all my days and nights! Welcome, welcome. Can't say I've served many dragonborn, what can I do you for?"
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Daffafle'swandering takes her to another direction. The streets she ends are quiet and dusty, people less of the labour but just going about their day; children playing, people gathering supplies and such.
A large curved building sticks out from the others. Made of smooth large bricks, but smoothed without looking disjointed. Going inside, it's a lot cooler and somehow a lot quieter.
An elven figure glides over to her from behind the counter, "Welcome to Melsa's Mysteries. I know exactly why you're here. But please, share with me anyway..."
Bart looks around at the infirmary. “Hi. I’m looking for someone with medical supplies. Something to patch up warriors on the fly. Any chance I could purchase something like that here?”
Wulcrath makes his way over to the old man's stall, waving politely as he arrives infront of it, looking over the stone trinkets.
"Hi there!" "I'm a visitor here in town and I was hoping you could help me? "I'm looking for directions to some places of interest, shops, inns, places like that, could you help me?"
Wulcrath takes out his Coin Sack. "I'll also buy something of course."
“Hmm,” Daffafle looks over the woman, skeptical of her claim. “I am here to increase my knowledge of the arcane. I have recently been trying my hand at rituals, but any advice or tips you have would be appreciated.”
Bartsees the young man's face shift from slightly concerned to happy to help, "It's a good opportunity; we have had ordered a surplus and was wondering where to store them. We have a kit here for... 8gp. How does that sound?"
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The gnome smiles and gestures all around to Wulcrath, "You're most certainly in the right place for shops and spending. If you want the really fancy, you might want to try booking a room in the Slate Hall up in the Canvas Tier. I imagine that's hard to do with Duchess Dal'thien performing this evening. My, what a voice she has!" The gnome begins to imitate a grand opera singer, before chuckling and remembering where he was, "Yes, yes. A sale! What little carving catches your attention this afternoon?"
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Melsa snips at the end of Daffafle's sentence, "Yes, rituals! Just what my mind has read, halfling." Again she floats over to behind her counter, and gestures to her glass display. "Three spells, three scrolls, same price: Comprehend Languages, Dissonant Whispers and Floating Disk. But then..." She deftly spins and reveals an ornately carved wooden box rich brown in colour and a fine deep red velvet on the inside, "A wonderful scroll of Haste. The three before you are only 60gp, while the one in my hands... 300gp." Her eyebrow arcs, "What would it be?"
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Khazan's idle ways are quick to notice there's a fair few dwarven flavours; be it eh architecture, the strong smells of the smithies and tanners. While the dwarf hasn't lived in the mountainous city in a while, it does remind him how truly far away from home he is...
Daffafle's eyes get wide at the site of the scrolls, hardly attempting to hide her excitement. The halfling fumbles with her coin pouch, deflating a bit at how light it is.
"They sound like lovely spells," she admits, trying to mask her disappointment. "Unfortunately I have yet to acquire the funds for such an investment...not to mention the cost to copy them to my spellbook. Perhaps I shall have to stop by another time, when my adventures have turned a bit more profitable. Or, perhaps there’s some work I could help you with to bring the price down?”
"Ah I see, thank you. "I'll be sure to look around." Looking over the stone figures Wulcrath decides to buy one, simply wanting to repay the Gnome for his kindness.
"Uh... Why don't you pick one out for me?" Wulcrath says, a bit shy, not feeling picky.
After making his purchase, Wulcrath will make his way to the nearest Store For Equipment.
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Bart gives the man a shrewd look. “That seems a tad expensive, don’t you think?” Insight 18 I want to see if that was a guilty look of concern, or something more honest. Maybe a bit about this guy’s motivations so I can haggle this price down lol
Khazan's eyes dampen lightly as he is struck with homesickness. He stops a moment and represses the feeling, rubbing his eyes with one hand. He then resumes walking, looking out for a tavern or an inn. As he walks more and more memories of his old life fill his mind. He double time his walking speed, trying to out run those thoughts.
"Help me? Help me... Hmm," Melsa's long-nailed fingers swirl in the air as if feeling unseen energies, "Perhaps you can, perhaps you can't. Show me. Show me your gifts! If you need something to aim at, feel free to use the straw dummy!" Her nails click as she gestures to Daffaflethe dummy standing at the other end of the large room, separated from the outside by a large beaded curtain. The dummy itself waits patiently for a spell to be used on it as the hay on the head curves into a smile.
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"Oooh, an indecisive! Sure, how about this little man..." The picks up a painted figure of a man wearing blue overalls with a red jumper underneath and a cap matching the jumper's colour and hands it to Wulcrath. "How do you like this one? That'll just be 1sp!"
The store for equipment isn't too far away just back down some of the major steps of the town. Along the way you notice more people take note of you; children point and show their parents, a pair of friends wave and a guard double-takes before giving a friendly salute.
Wulcrathenters the general store to hear a bell at the door and a dwarven man answers from behind the counter with his back turned to you, "Hold one sec, lass. Gotta reach this shelf one sec." After a heave the dwarf shifts a box of leather bands onto a shelf, "Right, lassie, what're we - oh! one mighty customer, come right on in. Excuse me, I was expecting someone to return. What can I help ye with, drrragonborn?"
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The man sighs in resignation and confesses, "Ah, you got me. I was just hoping to pocket a little bit of coin; I've got a wedding coming up." He gives Barta large wink, "But not to worry, with my handling costs honestly cut off, 5gp sounds fine. It's going towards upkeep, anway."
The young man happily makes the sale.
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Whether it was home being on his mind, or tears blurring his vision, Khazanstrides in a tavern and is welcome by a raucous sounds of laughter, merriment and camaraderie. Khazan catches snips of dwarvish on the air, as he grabs a stool by the bar, oddly perfect for his size...
"Welcome to the Mountain Tap, lad. What can I get fer ye today?" An older dwarvish shouts cleaning a mug. Khazan looks around to see he found himself in a dwarven themed bar enjoyed by humans, halflings and even the odd elf!
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Khazan goes and sits on the cart, silent as a tomb. His gaze fixed on the two beasts of burden in front of him.
Bart sits up next to Khaz, clears his throat a couple times and pretends like nothing happened.
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"Heh... You can say that again Daff." "First things first though."
Wulcrath packs up camping supplies and places them in the Cart.
Taking up his spot in the back once again. "Phew... Alright, I'm ready, let's see what we get up to today..."
Khazan fetches Better Bart and Khaz Jr. who were pitched nearby, crunching on the remnants of their breakfast. With everything packed, everyone on board and shenanigans aside, the group are on the move with good timing...
The clouds rolling in front of the morning sun every now again, the cooler wind stops the day being a day perfect for luxury, but pleasant nonetheless. The road to Tamor is notably dotted with more people lumbering wood, stone, coal and salt; a few more people are going places with purpose. The town still holds and air of pleasantry, people hollering greetings, raucous laughter and the odd pair of children scampering about. The road isn't too busy, and after a few moments you're able to board your wagon and donkeys for a silver each for the day, with Khazan and Bart's names taken as owners.
The scrappy teenager which brown hair kept in place by a straw hat pipes in, "You lot off to see Duchess Dal'thien sing tonight, are ye?"
“Duchess? We’re not from around here, who is she?” Bart says making conversation
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"Ooh, I guess that kinda makes sense... She's a performer, tonight in the Slate Hall, she's gonna perform. Quite a few people here just for here for her. It's in the Canvas Tier. You can't really miss it..." The scrappy teen gives Bart change and receipt to return before scampering off to the next customer.
Despite the recent bad weather it hasn't turned away the sense of bustle of visitors to this town. This buildings here are built more for function, but the stone walls are occasionally painted with pleasing colours or layered with intesdting designs. Wheelbarrows and wagons of materials are still being pulled about on roads clearly marked. Dwarves are more present here, as well as rock gnomes and even the odd goliath. The tiers that are mentioned are clearly visible now, with a large set of fine stone stairs ascend to another part of the town, a large circlar landing in the middle of man breaks along the way holds stalls of snacks and drinks with a pleasant fountain in the centre.
On the current tier you're on there's plenty of stops for practical things for travels, work or affordable places to stay.
You are open to explore.
Bart goes looking for a healer, and an equipment outfitter but makes a note to check out the Slate Hall later.
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Wulcrath stretches before hopping out of the Cart.
"Uh hey, meet up with you guys back here? I wanna go take a look around town."
Taking a moment to think, he decides to go check out a row of stalls to get some information, directions and perhaps even pick up a souvenir...
“See you soon,” Daffafle waves to the others, sliding off of the cart. Lucky alights on her shoulder as she begins wandering the town, looking for a magic shop, hoping to possibly pick up a new ritual, or temple.
Bart is quick to see the district of vendors of practical goods and services. Noting the location of the outfitter just at the end of the street, Bart enters a small infirmary bring closer.
A male human, short dark hair. While young looking, his movements are calm. He voices shows this as simply asks Bart how can he help.
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Wulcrath notices a nice selection of stalls; one of which is a little old gnomish man who carves little trinkets, figurines and such out fine, pretty stone. He sees Wulcrath and his eyes widen, "Oh, by all my days and nights! Welcome, welcome. Can't say I've served many dragonborn, what can I do you for?"
=========
Daffafle's wandering takes her to another direction. The streets she ends are quiet and dusty, people less of the labour but just going about their day; children playing, people gathering supplies and such.
A large curved building sticks out from the others. Made of smooth large bricks, but smoothed without looking disjointed. Going inside, it's a lot cooler and somehow a lot quieter.
An elven figure glides over to her from behind the counter, "Welcome to Melsa's Mysteries. I know exactly why you're here. But please, share with me anyway..."
Bart looks around at the infirmary. “Hi. I’m looking for someone with medical supplies. Something to patch up warriors on the fly. Any chance I could purchase something like that here?”
Paladin - warforged - orange
Wulcrath makes his way over to the old man's stall, waving politely as he arrives infront of it, looking over the stone trinkets.
"Hi there!" "I'm a visitor here in town and I was hoping you could help me? "I'm looking for directions to some places of interest, shops, inns, places like that, could you help me?"
Wulcrath takes out his Coin Sack. "I'll also buy something of course."
“Hmm,” Daffafle looks over the woman, skeptical of her claim. “I am here to increase my knowledge of the arcane. I have recently been trying my hand at rituals, but any advice or tips you have would be appreciated.”
Khazan just wanders around, not looking out for a particular place. Just killing time 'till the others come back.
Bart sees the young man's face shift from slightly concerned to happy to help, "It's a good opportunity; we have had ordered a surplus and was wondering where to store them. We have a kit here for... 8gp. How does that sound?"
=========
The gnome smiles and gestures all around to Wulcrath, "You're most certainly in the right place for shops and spending. If you want the really fancy, you might want to try booking a room in the Slate Hall up in the Canvas Tier. I imagine that's hard to do with Duchess Dal'thien performing this evening. My, what a voice she has!" The gnome begins to imitate a grand opera singer, before chuckling and remembering where he was, "Yes, yes. A sale! What little carving catches your attention this afternoon?"
=========
Melsa snips at the end of Daffafle's sentence, "Yes, rituals! Just what my mind has read, halfling." Again she floats over to behind her counter, and gestures to her glass display. "Three spells, three scrolls, same price: Comprehend Languages, Dissonant Whispers and Floating Disk. But then..." She deftly spins and reveals an ornately carved wooden box rich brown in colour and a fine deep red velvet on the inside, "A wonderful scroll of Haste. The three before you are only 60gp, while the one in my hands... 300gp." Her eyebrow arcs, "What would it be?"
=========
Khazan's idle ways are quick to notice there's a fair few dwarven flavours; be it eh architecture, the strong smells of the smithies and tanners. While the dwarf hasn't lived in the mountainous city in a while, it does remind him how truly far away from home he is...
Daffafle's eyes get wide at the site of the scrolls, hardly attempting to hide her excitement. The halfling fumbles with her coin pouch, deflating a bit at how light it is.
"They sound like lovely spells," she admits, trying to mask her disappointment. "Unfortunately I have yet to acquire the funds for such an investment...not to mention the cost to copy them to my spellbook. Perhaps I shall have to stop by another time, when my adventures have turned a bit more profitable. Or, perhaps there’s some work I could help you with to bring the price down?”
Wulcrath smiles earnestly as he checks his coin.
"Ah I see, thank you. "I'll be sure to look around." Looking over the stone figures Wulcrath decides to buy one, simply wanting to repay the Gnome for his kindness.
"Uh... Why don't you pick one out for me?" Wulcrath says, a bit shy, not feeling picky.
After making his purchase, Wulcrath will make his way to the nearest Store For Equipment.
Bart gives the man a shrewd look. “That seems a tad expensive, don’t you think?”
Insight 18
I want to see if that was a guilty look of concern, or something more honest. Maybe a bit about this guy’s motivations so I can haggle this price down lol
i think Bart wasn’t paying much attention.
“how about 5 gold?”
persuasion? 5
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Khazan's eyes dampen lightly as he is struck with homesickness. He stops a moment and represses the feeling, rubbing his eyes with one hand.
He then resumes walking, looking out for a tavern or an inn. As he walks more and more memories of his old life fill his mind.
He double time his walking speed, trying to out run those thoughts.
"Help me? Help me... Hmm," Melsa's long-nailed fingers swirl in the air as if feeling unseen energies, "Perhaps you can, perhaps you can't. Show me. Show me your gifts! If you need something to aim at, feel free to use the straw dummy!" Her nails click as she gestures to Daffafle the dummy standing at the other end of the large room, separated from the outside by a large beaded curtain. The dummy itself waits patiently for a spell to be used on it as the hay on the head curves into a smile.
=========
"Oooh, an indecisive! Sure, how about this little man..." The picks up a painted figure of a man wearing blue overalls with a red jumper underneath and a cap matching the jumper's colour and hands it to Wulcrath. "How do you like this one? That'll just be 1sp!"
The store for equipment isn't too far away just back down some of the major steps of the town. Along the way you notice more people take note of you; children point and show their parents, a pair of friends wave and a guard double-takes before giving a friendly salute.
Wulcrath enters the general store to hear a bell at the door and a dwarven man answers from behind the counter with his back turned to you, "Hold one sec, lass. Gotta reach this shelf one sec." After a heave the dwarf shifts a box of leather bands onto a shelf, "Right, lassie, what're we - oh! one mighty customer, come right on in. Excuse me, I was expecting someone to return. What can I help ye with, drrragonborn?"
=========
The man sighs in resignation and confesses, "Ah, you got me. I was just hoping to pocket a little bit of coin; I've got a wedding coming up." He gives Bart a large wink, "But not to worry, with my handling costs honestly cut off, 5gp sounds fine. It's going towards upkeep, anway."
The young man happily makes the sale.
=========
Whether it was home being on his mind, or tears blurring his vision, Khazan strides in a tavern and is welcome by a raucous sounds of laughter, merriment and camaraderie. Khazan catches snips of dwarvish on the air, as he grabs a stool by the bar, oddly perfect for his size...
"Welcome to the Mountain Tap, lad. What can I get fer ye today?" An older dwarvish shouts cleaning a mug. Khazan looks around to see he found himself in a dwarven themed bar enjoyed by humans, halflings and even the odd elf!