Kront'al will arrange to meet everyone back at the palace (when?) and see if he can find some pepper corn and maybe someone to work on his staff and, with a whole bunch of coincidental good luck, his daggers. (he has about 103 SG to work with if my addition is correct). The other things he would be interested in would be throwing stars.
okay when we are in town i make shure to get the ceremonial garment cleaned at the best cleaning service in town, it would be disrespectful to the king to come to his funeral with an garment covered in goblin blood. He then stops by extremely briefly in the blacksmith to see if he can order an custom made +1 rapier with the money he has but refuses to spend, and he makes absolutely shure to get outside the hut at like 9 or something so he is not late
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i am soup, with too many ideas (all of them very spicy) who has made sufficient homebrew material and character to last an thousand human lifetimes
The man says "Watch" an idiot then walks into the forest and then gets pulled in by a paw, you hear a roar, and the idiot screaming, a nearby plant shakes. The deranged man says nervously "Th-they call it the T-Tiger's Den for a reason, and th-th-that is not the worst p-part, there are far worse things surrounding the witch hut. I recommend going with a group in the morning"
"O-okay sir th-thank you i do believe you may have just saved my life" delfaen slowly walks away (ooc if im correct we arrives at night right? Im just wondereing if there is an inn or somewhere safe to sleep for the night)
An old lady pops out from behind her door saying, "you can spend the night in a small room of Granny's Secret Inn for only 5RG (1 rock gem=1CP) a person, a night."
In the morning, you all come to the funeral with now blood-free clothes. Balthazar meets with the armorer during the funeral and gives him the adamate breastplate. Kront'al struck a deal on peppercorns with a merchant last night. A hispanic woman with black hair and a white dress approaches Dalfen saying "Hi, I'm Kylie"
snilloc is pleased by this minor miracle, the gods have smiled oppon his face with this oh so incredibly minor miracle, tips his hat to the skies with a smile, and moves on with his to do list by briefly visiting the smithy and ordering an +1 rapier (or whatever +1 weapons are called in-universe) to be made, preferably one with slightly better weight balance than the standard rapier he has got from the navy
(i wrote this yesterday but forgot to click post, ****)
"Uh o-okay ill go with my friend is tgere anything useful you can tell me about the forest"
Kront'al will arrange to meet everyone back at the palace (when?) and see if he can find some pepper corn and maybe someone to work on his staff and, with a whole bunch of coincidental good luck, his daggers. (he has about 103 SG to work with if my addition is correct). The other things he would be interested in would be throwing stars.
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
okay when we are in town i make shure to get the ceremonial garment cleaned at the best cleaning service in town, it would be disrespectful to the king to come to his funeral with an garment covered in goblin blood. He then stops by extremely briefly in the blacksmith to see if he can order an custom made +1 rapier with the money he has but refuses to spend, and he makes absolutely shure to get outside the hut at like 9 or something so he is not late
i am soup, with too many ideas (all of them very spicy) who has made sufficient homebrew material and character to last an thousand human lifetimes
The man says "Watch" an idiot then walks into the forest and then gets pulled in by a paw, you hear a roar, and the idiot screaming, a nearby plant shakes. The deranged man says nervously "Th-they call it the T-Tiger's Den for a reason, and th-th-that is not the worst p-part, there are far worse things surrounding the witch hut. I recommend going with a group in the morning"
Balthazar is encouraged at the offer from the armorer and hands over 20SG. "When will I be able to pick the breastplate up?"
Lot's of stuff ...
"O-okay sir th-thank you i do believe you may have just saved my life" delfaen slowly walks away (ooc if im correct we arrives at night right? Im just wondereing if there is an inn or somewhere safe to sleep for the night)
An old lady pops out from behind her door saying, "you can spend the night in a small room of Granny's Secret Inn for only 5RG (1 rock gem=1CP) a person, a night."
"Your Breastplate will be ready by tomorrow."
okay so what about snilloc's clothes, is there any service in town that can remove blood stains from them cheaply?
i am soup, with too many ideas (all of them very spicy) who has made sufficient homebrew material and character to last an thousand human lifetimes
No, but there is a well that you can wash it in
*sigh* fine, he'll wash the blood of himself
i am soup, with too many ideas (all of them very spicy) who has made sufficient homebrew material and character to last an thousand human lifetimes
You feel a tremor on your clothes, when you look at them, the blood stain is gone like magic
Kront’al is looking for a spice merchant, he is looking for dried red or black peppercorns. As well as seeking out a weapon smith.
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
Luckily, you find a merchant.
(I'll just skip to morning)
In the morning, you all come to the funeral with now blood-free clothes. Balthazar meets with the armorer during the funeral and gives him the adamate breastplate. Kront'al struck a deal on peppercorns with a merchant last night. A hispanic woman with black hair and a white dress approaches Dalfen saying "Hi, I'm Kylie"
"Hello kylie, do you live here or are you just here for the funeral"
"I live here, but I do have experience in fighting. What's your name?"
Balthazar is amused. "Who is this Delfaen, a new friend?"
Lot's of stuff ...
"Well balthazar it could be"
"My name is delfaen a pleasure to meet you"
She says "Hi, I'm Kylie, nice breastplate you have there" to Balthazar
snilloc is pleased by this minor miracle, the gods have smiled oppon his face with this oh so incredibly minor miracle, tips his hat to the skies with a smile, and moves on with his to do list by briefly visiting the smithy and ordering an +1 rapier (or whatever +1 weapons are called in-universe) to be made, preferably one with slightly better weight balance than the standard rapier he has got from the navy
(i wrote this yesterday but forgot to click post, ****)
i am soup, with too many ideas (all of them very spicy) who has made sufficient homebrew material and character to last an thousand human lifetimes