"Do you have any utilitarian potions for sale, such as climbing or levitating?"
Banzo shifts his weight to his other foot but soon after begins to pace a short distance back and forth in front of the counter, "Sorry, got a creak in my knee, just got to work it out."
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
"Do you have any utilitarian potions for sale, such as climbing or levitating?"
Banzo shifts his weight to his other foot but soon after begins to pace a short distance back and forth in front of the counter, "Sorry, got a creak in my knee, just got to work it out."
Banzo absently checks the location and security of his spellbook. (Much like modern day people check what's in their pockets, or make a minor adjustment to their clothing.)
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
Banzo absently checks the location and security of his spellbook. (Much like modern day people check what's in their pockets, or make a minor adjustment to their clothing.)
Garet was saving his new found diamond wealth for a cloak of protection for should they be going up against demons again he felt that he would take every advantage they could.
Having noticed Herman look so downcast at the price of the flying potion. He stepped over to his comrade.
"The Wizard Yaztromo gave us these potions and I really have no desire to take flight so if you want it its yours, " Garet pressed the bottle of Flying potion in Herman's hand.
Banzo will pay 15 platinum for the potion of climbing and join the others as they decide to take on Zagor.
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
Banzo will look up at his artificial friend, "Yes Shalana, if Zagor is also gathering elemental essences besides all the other things he's up to then we need to deal with him first before it gets any worse."
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"A rightful place awaits you in the Realms Above, in the Land of the Great Light. Come in peace, and live beneath the sun again, where trees and flowers grow."
— The message of Eilistraee to all decent drow.
"Run thy sword across my chains, Silver Lady, that I may join your dance.”
The companions readied themselves and retrieved their horse from the stables before setting out northwards on the trade-road towards the city of Fang, the village of Anvil lay on the road and from there it was only two days walk to Firetop Mountain.
As the companions trudged across the Pagan Plains it was half a days journey or so to Anvil and a steady stream of other travellers passed them on the road, all accompanied by hired mercenaries or personal guards most with minor injuries. ( If asked about the injuries there are mutterings about Hill Trolls and bandits).
From snatches of shared conversation along the way the companions learn that over the last six months:
- the top of the mountain which was famous for its red-coloured bracken,has tumed deathly black.
- livestock which have grazed on and around the mountain for decades have started to die a sickening death.
- recently people have even disappeared, dragged inside the mountain (it is rumoured) by hideous creatures of the night.
- Those who remain are terrified for it is rumoured that Zagor has risen and is building himself a new bodybit by bit, from the unfortunate villagers of Anvil.
Around the two hour mark, coming over a rise, the companions see a group of people in grey robes desperately fighting against a half dozen large hulking figures in rough armour, Hill Trolls. On the ground around them are dead and dying mercenaries and in their midst a small hand cart covered with a grey and silver draping.
( Initiative Please.
Hill Trolls Initiative is : 12 and the battle is currently 60' away.)
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
((ooc: I post now as I have time))
Herman spures his horse to run, then he dismounts and enter in the fray of the battle, attacking with halberd and putting himself in the middle of the remaining guards in grey robes
horse movement 45 feet, then he moves with Herman back some 15 feet and stay there , just dodging
Herman's move: half movement to dismount (20 feet), 15 feet to arrive in melee
BONUS ACTION: entering rage 1/10 turns
ATTACK VS the nearest troll, especially if already wounded: Attack: 23 Damage: 13
PLEASE NOTE THAT, THANKS TO THE WOLF TOTEM, While you’re raging, your allies have advantage on melee attack rolls against any hostile creature within 5 feet of you.
"Do you have any utilitarian potions for sale, such as climbing or levitating?"
Banzo shifts his weight to his other foot but soon after begins to pace a short distance back and forth in front of the counter, "Sorry, got a creak in my knee, just got to work it out."
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" Yes, yes. many potions of climbing, and I believe I have a single potion of flying as well."
"How much is the flying potion?"
" That one would be 500 gold."
"I pass"
( Funnily enough according to the DMG Potions of flying are in the 5000-50000 range....which seemed a tad excessive....)
"How much gold for the potions of climbing?"
Banzo absently checks the location and security of his spellbook. (Much like modern day people check what's in their pockets, or make a minor adjustment to their clothing.)
" 150 each."
Garet was saving his new found diamond wealth for a cloak of protection for should they be going up against demons again he felt that he would take every advantage they could.
Having noticed Herman look so downcast at the price of the flying potion. He stepped over to his comrade.
"The Wizard Yaztromo gave us these potions and I really have no desire to take flight so if you want it its yours, " Garet pressed the bottle of Flying potion in Herman's hand.
Herman looks at Garet, surprised and a little shy (unusual for him).
Anyway it is tradition for barbarians to exchange gifts: it is proper that he gives something back.
"That's...very nice of you , Garet, take these diamonds in return"
Herman trades 400 gp diamond for the potion of flying
( Where to? Whats the plan?)
(I'd say warlock)
(Any chance I could get that cloak of protection here, and then yes my vote is investigate Zagor threat)
Banzo will pay 15 platinum for the potion of climbing and join the others as they decide to take on Zagor.
Shalana buzzed and clicked, " The Warlock is the most pressing issue."
( Cloak of Protection....hmmm.....hang on a little longer...I have something for that.)
Banzo will look up at his artificial friend, "Yes Shalana, if Zagor is also gathering elemental essences besides all the other things he's up to then we need to deal with him first before it gets any worse."
The companions readied themselves and retrieved their horse from the stables before setting out northwards on the trade-road towards the city of Fang, the village of Anvil lay on the road and from there it was only two days walk to Firetop Mountain.
As the companions trudged across the Pagan Plains it was half a days journey or so to Anvil and a steady stream of other travellers passed them on the road, all accompanied by hired mercenaries or personal guards most with minor injuries. ( If asked about the injuries there are mutterings about Hill Trolls and bandits).
From snatches of shared conversation along the way the companions learn that over the last six months:
- the top of the mountain which was famous for its red-coloured bracken,has tumed deathly black.
- livestock which have grazed on and around the mountain for decades have started to die a sickening death.
- recently people have even disappeared, dragged inside the mountain (it is rumoured) by hideous creatures of the night.
- Those who remain are terrified for it is rumoured that Zagor has risen and is building himself a new body bit by bit, from the unfortunate villagers of Anvil.
Around the two hour mark, coming over a rise, the companions see a group of people in grey robes desperately fighting against a half dozen large hulking figures in rough armour, Hill Trolls. On the ground around them are dead and dying mercenaries and in their midst a small hand cart covered with a grey and silver draping.
( Initiative Please.
Hill Trolls Initiative is : 12 and the battle is currently 60' away.)
"Con, We must run and save those damsels in distress"
initiative 20
((ooc: I post now as I have time))
Herman spures his horse to run, then he dismounts and enter in the fray of the battle, attacking with halberd and putting himself in the middle of the remaining guards in grey robes
horse movement 45 feet, then he moves with Herman back some 15 feet and stay there , just dodging
Herman's move: half movement to dismount (20 feet), 15 feet to arrive in melee
BONUS ACTION: entering rage 1/10 turns
ATTACK VS the nearest troll, especially if already wounded: Attack: 23 Damage: 13
PLEASE NOTE THAT, THANKS TO THE WOLF TOTEM, While you’re raging, your allies have advantage on melee attack rolls against any hostile creature within 5 feet of you.