"You can't do it now?" Ash wonders confusedly, before joining the others at the inn. While at the dining area, he once again looks for the local faction agent.
stilgar begins reminiscing of the deliciously crunchy pickles haphazardly given to the witches. if only he had procured some for himself. now...he may never experience another...
he twirls his finger and snaps creating a prismatic pickle floating above his hand.
Laurentia sees Stilgar idly gazing into the nether and conjuring pickles. She gives him a concerned look. " Stilgar, is everything alright? You didn't leave anything behind did you?"
The barmaid looks at Ash and says "Well we have a few pickles, but our last barrel, you guys bought! You must sure love pickels if you finished a barrel in the day. You can always go ask Old Man Pickelsimer if you want to buy more!" She hands Ash a pickel.
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*whisper* *whisper* "Look...you should hold off on selling pickles for awhile. But in return for that, we'll take the rest of your current stock off of your hands."
While enjoying his pickle, Ash turns to Stilgar at the table. *whisper whisper* "It looks like this Old Man Pickelsimer is the next target. As much as my heart earns to see Ulala, there are still days before we are scheduled to meet with the others. Back in the academy, we were taught that this was macro and micro strategy..."
The bar maid describes to Stilgar where his pickle farm is located. It is about 1 hour out of town heading in the opposite direction of where the witches were located.
Ash takes a moment to engage in Stilgar's low-brow theatrics by making musical notes come out of his half-eaten pickle. (Prestidigitation) The pickle then says, "Sounds like a good plan, buddy! ...Ahh....ahhhhh...AHHHHHHH" *crunch* (Minor illusion) Gulping down the pickle, Ash nods to Stilgar. "At daylight then. I'd like to get some rest for now." he says, before making his way to one of the inn's rooms.
The group finishes their conversations before retiring to their rooms for the evening. They get a full nights rest and are ready for the next day. At dawn, Laurentia was going to report to Olana too start learning the secrets of the black book.
stilgar makes his way down the stairs and out the tavern ready to embark on the days journey. a dull emptiness fills his stomach, heavy with uncertainty... unfortunately its a feeling he has become all too familiar with. what terrors await the party..****y time may tell.
Ash wakes and makes his way to the inn's lobby. After a full night's rest, the fire inside him is again ablaze. His fiery passion remains focused on his quest to find Ulala, but there is also a more pressing urge for pickles. "A good morning to you, Stilgar. Where is Laurentia? She is to perform the ritual this morning, yes?"
The group gathers their belongings and heads toward the pickle farm house. It is not that far of a trip and they are able to make it within a hour of leaving. They come to a small two floor wooden building sitting on a mushy plot of land. The Windows are a patched and building itself has seen many repairs throughout its lifetime. The group is about 75 feet from the house and they currently do not see anyone at a first glance.
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"You can't do it now?" Ash wonders confusedly, before joining the others at the inn.
While at the dining area, he once again looks for the local faction agent.
Ash looks around and is unable to find the same agent that was there previously.
Ash shrugs.
He gets the barmaid's attention and asks, "Got any pickles?"
stilgar begins reminiscing of the deliciously crunchy pickles haphazardly given to the witches. if only he had procured some for himself. now...he may never experience another...
he twirls his finger and snaps creating a prismatic pickle floating above his hand.
”pickles...?”
Laurentia sees Stilgar idly gazing into the nether and conjuring pickles. She gives him a concerned look. " Stilgar, is everything alright? You didn't leave anything behind did you?"
The barmaid looks at Ash and says "Well we have a few pickles, but our last barrel, you guys bought! You must sure love pickels if you finished a barrel in the day. You can always go ask Old Man Pickelsimer if you want to buy more!" She hands Ash a pickel.
visible panic temporarily flashes across stilgars face before vanishing into a charming and calculated smile.
”miss, you must be mistaken. weve only just arrived this evening..., if anyone had purchased a barrel of pickles it was someone else...”
stilgar palms 3gold pieces seemingly out of thin air and casually places it in the barmaids hand.
”alas! all this talk of pickles has made me quite hungry....where is it you said we could find this mr. picklesimer?
stilgar palms another gold piece and holds it for the maid.
*whisper* *whisper*
"Look...you should hold off on selling pickles for awhile. But in return for that, we'll take the rest of your current stock off of your hands."
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"Well I can never say no to a buying customer." the barmaid says with a wink "I think we have 1g worth of pickles left."
While enjoying his pickle, Ash turns to Stilgar at the table.
*whisper whisper*
"It looks like this Old Man Pickelsimer is the next target. As much as my heart earns to see Ulala, there are still days before we are scheduled to meet with the others. Back in the academy, we were taught that this was macro and micro strategy..."
The bar maid describes to Stilgar where his pickle farm is located. It is about 1 hour out of town heading in the opposite direction of where the witches were located.
once the maid walks out of earshot, stilgar turns and addresses the party
“youre right ash...this mr picklesimer may also be a loose end. its worth checking into, if not for his safety then for ours...”
stilgar twirls his finger and snaps as the floating pickle erupts into flames before crumbling into ash
”i fear it wont be long before the witches come to this swamp town looking for the stolen tome...i know its the first place i would look.”
Ash takes a moment to engage in Stilgar's low-brow theatrics by making musical notes come out of his half-eaten pickle. (Prestidigitation)
The pickle then says, "Sounds like a good plan, buddy! ...Ahh....ahhhhh...AHHHHHHH" *crunch* (Minor illusion)
Gulping down the pickle, Ash nods to Stilgar.
"At daylight then. I'd like to get some rest for now." he says, before making his way to one of the inn's rooms.
(ooc: I assume they are already reserved.)
The group finishes their conversations before retiring to their rooms for the evening. They get a full nights rest and are ready for the next day. At dawn, Laurentia was going to report to Olana too start learning the secrets of the black book.
stilgar makes his way down the stairs and out the tavern ready to embark on the days journey. a dull emptiness fills his stomach, heavy with uncertainty... unfortunately its a feeling he has become all too familiar with. what terrors await the party..****y time may tell.
Ash wakes and makes his way to the inn's lobby. After a full night's rest, the fire inside him is again ablaze. His fiery passion remains focused on his quest to find Ulala, but there is also a more pressing urge for pickles.
"A good morning to you, Stilgar. Where is Laurentia? She is to perform the ritual this morning, yes?"
I am most certainly already there or am waiting outside to get in since I don't sleep that long.
“i believe its just the three of us today, Laurentia may already be learning the ritual.”
stilgar shudders as he imagines the festering demonic tumor.
”lets hit the road...i dont like subjecting her to the witch’s company any longer then necessary...”
Darrimus looks around.
"I fear it's going to be awhile. No reason to get in a hurry. Anything you need to do today?"
The group gathers their belongings and heads toward the pickle farm house. It is not that far of a trip and they are able to make it within a hour of leaving. They come to a small two floor wooden building sitting on a mushy plot of land. The Windows are a patched and building itself has seen many repairs throughout its lifetime. The group is about 75 feet from the house and they currently do not see anyone at a first glance.