Reghys is giddy with excitement at all the things on sale but can't really decide what they want and are so caught up in the dilemma of decisions, that they are quite unable to help the others. Once the first of them purchase their wares however, Reghys finds what they want and is walking up to Beaufort:
"There's something very particular that I'm looking for, maybe you might be able to help me... there's a set of fabled instruments, every bard dreams of owning one of them. I know they'renot common, but I was wonderig if you had come across the Fochlucan Bandore or the Canaith Mandolin. A friend of mine once got to play it, and he wouldn't shut up about it, so I simply must try it you see. But if you don't have that instrument on hand, I'd be in the business of anything to help provide me with a bit more power or protection. A pearl of power, or a claok of protection perhaps..."
Depending on what's available, they want to go by the listed order (since the instrument can be used to cast spells, would it be allowed as the +1 weapon, and still give Reghys the chance to get a second item?)
4 x 100g +180g for the instrument or the cloak of protection. They'd ask for a special strap for the mandolin, or a particular pattern on the cloak, for the extra cost. Persuasion: 25 5 x 100g +150g for the claok of protection or the pearl of power. Persuasion: 23
Seeing that the others are having trouble purchasing the items they want, Reghys offers to buy any items for anyone else, should they struggle to convince the barkeep. Noticing that Xalkas' purchase seemed to ruffle some feathers, the satyr looked at the barkeep and with the most honeyed of words asked, whether the barkeep would be so kind as to add those items to their tab, since it was for a friend and the purchase really couldn't wait.
Union!- Errydha (Homebrew) Setting Embers in the Dark - Errydha (Homebrew) Setting Welcome to the Jungle- Far Realms Citadel of the Unsleeping Sun - Erathis (Grim Hollow) Setting
Yevelda the Mutt- 3rd Level Half-Orc Battlemaster Fighter- Far Realms Rehgys- 5th Level Satyr Bard of Eloquence- Far Realms
Hawke looks at the insignia with wide eyes, impressed with how shiny and well kept it had been. Though, when the bartender was looking to negotiate, the druid visibly slumped. He wasn't the most charismatic man out there, and definitely wasn't one to try his hand at convincing the man to sell the item to him. So when T'chal looked to be offering his services (and after everyone else had their turn), he would give puppy dog eyes to the tiefling in hopes he would try to help him secure the sale. Even if they didn't work on him, he would hope they would somewhat work on the bartender while T'chal tried to get the insignia for him.
Pretty shiny pretty shiny: 12
"Baw..."Hawke frowns. "Ah well... Worth a shot. Maybe I oughta turn into an actual dog next time..."
Aeydof the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm /ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
At one point Ebele was sitting with everyone and Xalkas was going over his plans with her, the next thing she knew, they were done and he scurried off in excitement. She’d enjoy a few more bites of her meal when she’d notice how quiet it was at their table. Too quiet. “Hello?” The monks head would tilt around listening before realizing that she was alone at the table. “Guys?”
Beaufort stood by his Tickle Trunk with an amused smirk that couldn’t waver even if he tried. He watched as his newest customers practically trip over their tongues in excitement from the possibilities.
Finally picking up where all her companions voices were coming from, Ebele would find her way to the shop room. She’d tuck herself to the side to listen, figuring out what was going on. “Oh.” The halfelf would feel T'chal'fronack'zcinicker hand her a hefty sack of coin.
Once there was a bit of a pause in the requests, the bartender would finally reach into the chest. He didn’t have to reach far. It was as if Kerric’s precise description and calculated words summoned the exact item of his desire. Beau pulls out what looks to be a newly crafted and freshly polished Curved Elven Blade. The fit was so perfect, Beaufort would only accept 300g from the warrior.
Kerric: Upgraded Elven Curved Blade Cost: 300g
The tiefling gets a glance from the shopkeep for his passing assumption on the crossbow when Xalkas would stride up to the counter to inquire about some unique crafting parts and materials. Beaufort seemed rather intrigued that the wizard would even have the capability to design something like this, let alone craft it. But he knew better than to judge individuals by their appearance. Though the gnomes overconfidence and queues shared with T'chal'fronack'zcsnicker, paired with the sense of demand for delivery, rubbed Beau the wrong way. “Aye. A lil package like you would trip over a hearty staff like that.” He’d snort, not taking Xalkas’ request for Shae’s staff seriously. “Keep yer toothpick.” The shopkeep would wave his hand like shooing a fly.
Kerric then speaks up to build on T'chal'fronack'zcinicker‘s request for a crossbow. Looking back over the fellow businessman, Beaufort would reconsider the ask.
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker: +1 Cross bow Roll Cost: 1d6 x 100g + 150g (+20% if you'd like special RP 'flavour' ie. certain colours, or custom engraving, elven, dwarven, etc.)
When the giddy Satyr would finally approach with their thoughts, Beaufort would listen with mild curiosity. They named specific items and even included a personal little story. The bartender would scratch his chin in thought. “I may have one of those.” He’d reach elbow deep into the colourful trunk.
Reghys: 1 of the items (not the mandolin) Cost: At the cost you rolled in post #1687 +20% if you’ll be spicing it up
When Reghys would look up to Beau with those big honeyed eyes, he’d try to keep his burly stance, but there was no challenge. Being the big ol’ softy he really was, the Satyr tapped into the brutes compassionate side. His body language would even relax. “A’ight. A’ight. Maybe I was a lil rough on the guy.” He’d hand over the coin. “Yer gnome friend can have his 70g and 5s back.”
But when the ‘big bad druid man’ would try the puppy dog eyes for his shinies, Beaufort couldn’t stifle his laugh if he tried. “Ha!” He’d dab the corner of his eyes.“That’s good.” He’d give Hawke a curious smirk. “But no. Not today.” He’d wink.
Ebele had been nibbling on her lip in the corner. She had caught mention of a staff, and her instincts felt drawn to it. Also not being the greatest negotiator, and hearing as though Reghys was winning over Beau’s favour, the blonde wanted to take Reghys up on their offer. Tip toeing over to Reghys, Ebele would gently tug on their sleeve to get their attention. She’d lean in to whisper for their assistance with her purchase.
Reghys: Shae’s Staff Roll DC 15: Persuasion Cost for Ebele: [4 x 100 + 150] x 1.2
T'chal'fronack'zcsnicker grins at the man, "Well now, this is most appreciated.." The heavy crossbow doesn't look magical.....it looks a bit ratty actually, hardly worth a second look really. But closer inspection reveals it's made to look so on purpose, while it's condition and magical nature becomes obvious. He happily hands over the 5x100+150g * 20%. (780 gold).
The shopping done, T'chal'fronack'zcsnicker nods to the man, helps his friends where they desire his help, and then heads back out into the bar. He nods to Nalashkar as he passes by his table.
Reghys wited their turn, before turning to the barkeep again: "Thanks so much for all you've done for us already, but you see, my friend here seems quite taken by the staff you presented and if its alright with you, she'd like to try it out. I'm sure you'll see that it will fit her perfectly, almost like it was made for her in another lifetime and another place. I'm sure you'll agree that such a fine tool needs to be wielded by the appropriate master, particularly if you stand to make a handsome sum in the process, no?"
Persuasion on behalf of Ebele: 20
OOC: Reghys chooses the cloak of protection for now, with a specially emrboidered pattern of helical spirals along the edges and celtic knots in the corners. The middle of the deep green coat is emblazoned with a golden harp. This all for 600 gp.
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Union!- Errydha (Homebrew) Setting Embers in the Dark - Errydha (Homebrew) Setting Welcome to the Jungle- Far Realms Citadel of the Unsleeping Sun - Erathis (Grim Hollow) Setting
Yevelda the Mutt- 3rd Level Half-Orc Battlemaster Fighter- Far Realms Rehgys- 5th Level Satyr Bard of Eloquence- Far Realms
Pleased with his new armor and magic weapon, Kerric makes himself ready to join the others in the next step of their journey once they are ready--likely a trip to the river. He does, however, wait patiently for those still negotiating for unusual and magical items, helping out where he can.
Once he has his new equipment settled, Kerric spends his remaining waiting time listening carefully to the others and buffing his new armor--no sense being named the Argent Alliance if you don't have shiny equipment...
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Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Beaufort would grin, giving a respectful nod in return to T'chal'fronack'zcsnicker. He’d accept payment for the crossbow.
The bartender watched the monk whisper to the Satyr, popping his brow. He would then look to Reghys upon their approach. He’d nod in response to their thanks, moving to cross their arms to listen to the rest of what the bard had to say on behalf of their friend. But it didn’t take much convincing. The monks display with her staff handling around the bar was enough for Beau to know she know handle the staff. Though, there was something about Reghys’ words that felt like more than just a tale. A part of him really believed it. His eyes would meet Reghys’ and he’d nod in agreement. The shop keep would walk out from around the counter to personally hand the staff to Ebele. “I believe this to be true.” Beaufort would return behind the counter to close and cover the Tickle Trunk.
Seeing T'chal'fronack'zcsnicker return from the back room and look his way, Nalashkar would grin and tip his hat with a wink.
T'chal'fronack'zcsnicker looks at the very shiny elf and winces a bit by instinct. "Kerric...do you have to be so shiny all the time. Noone will ever forget meeting you I suppose. Are we all here? Can we go talk to the cult of the water people...ahem...i mean the 'river people'." He grins and heads outside to wait for everyone to get moving. He absently keeps adjusting his new heavy crossbow on his back, trying to get it 'just right', so it's comfortable, but so that he can also quickly get it in his hands. He places a hand on Xalkas shoulder, "Sorry you didn't get any goodies. You still have that snazzy magical dagger though, so you're not totally lacking. Maybe next time we're here Reghys will have better luck convincing him for you...I feel bad I let you down."
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Xalkas regards the tiefling with a look of surprise not expecting an apology, “Not to worry my friend, in my studies I had heard of such a weapon and wanted to see its quality for myself. Though perhaps in future I should get you to sign a contract first.” He gives T'chal'fronack'zcsnicker a wink and then goes out to the wagon to wait for the supplies to be delivered. (I did add the ‘spent’ gold back to my sheet)
Upon delivery of the supplies Xalkas would begin tinkering away at its construction. (Let me know if and what I should roll)
Ebele would hand over 660g to Beaufort in exchange for the staff. When she’d take hold of it, Ebele would feel along the length of the shaft. Her hands would practically glide perfectly into position. She could feel the grooves worn into the wood from the original owner. It fit perfectly. And it was almost as if she already had a sense of familiarity with it. The staff was well balanced, and crafted with great care. The monk felt a wave of emotion sweep over her, and she’d hug the staff to herself regardless of how silly she may have looked to the others. A sliver of her felt guilty that she held the staff Xalkas wanted, and a part of her truly considered gifting it to him. But the moment Ebele held it in her hands, she couldn’t bring herself to give it up. Her head would dip solemnly for a moment before sheepishly tilting towards Reghys. “Thank you.” She’d whisper. The halfelf would follow Reghys back out to the group when they were ready.
Back with the group, Ebele would nod in their tiefling’s direction. “I’m ready.” She’d say softly.
Crafting Roll call: Xalkas Roll: DC 8 - Roll 1d20 + proficiency
(Crafting an uncommon item is suggested to take 1 work week. To modify an existing crafted item we can cut that in half unless a 1 is rolled (a complication) or something. So that would be 25hrs to dedicate to crafting the item. You can roll when you begin the item to see if you will be successful. Then you’d have to spend/log crafting hours in order to complete it. If you fail the roll then you can’t try again until 5 short rests or 2-3 long rests.)
Xalkas has all the necessary parts loaded into the wagon to begin construction of EMBK and standing there looking at everything he has a moment of panic and isn’t sure where to begin. Deciding later would probably be better since they might need the space for something else...
(not sure how good that is. Ixi feel free to flavor my failure some other way if you would like)
Reghys was gald that Ebele couldn't see them turn a bright crimson. "It's quite alright, besides what would I do without your protection?" They were only half-joking. "Also, don't feel too bad about Xalkas, part of me believes he wanted to buy the staff for you as well." Then, dropping to a whisper: "He seems to care for you a lot. I think it would mean the world to him if you let him know the feeling is mutual..."
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Union!- Errydha (Homebrew) Setting Embers in the Dark - Errydha (Homebrew) Setting Welcome to the Jungle- Far Realms Citadel of the Unsleeping Sun - Erathis (Grim Hollow) Setting
Yevelda the Mutt- 3rd Level Half-Orc Battlemaster Fighter- Far Realms Rehgys- 5th Level Satyr Bard of Eloquence- Far Realms
Reghys' quip about what they would do without her protection would earn them a chuckle, then a smile when they'd reassure her to not feel bad. Ebele would pause in place for a moment, not expecting Reghys' whisper. She'd fight the blood rushing to her cheeks and bring herself to bump playfully into the Satyr, "You shouldn't ask that of someone... Are you sure you shouldn't of bought a bow and arrows?" The monk's head would tilt as if she winked in jest.
Then Ebele would lean to them and rhyme, "Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. Nor hath love's mind of any judgement taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste. And therefore is love said to be a child Because in choice he is so oft beguiled." She'd smirk before skipping off to catch up with the others.
If no one has no other business inside the Inn, you all gather your things and move out to the stables to find Xalkas standing there scratching his head. He had a slew of parts layed out before him, and Ebele's precious brewing kit was amongst it. Nothing appeared to be damaged or tampered on the kit, as the scholar had decided against applying the changes right away. It was a good thing too. As Xalkas reviewed everything moments before attempting, he realized that there were a few issues yet to be sorted out. He'd have to spend some time reworking his design and modifying specific components before trying again.
In the mean time... you all have to repack the cart.
T'chal'fronack'zcsnicker's eyes casually wander around between Xalkas and Ebele and Reghys. If he's aware of any internal group drama he makes no sign of it though and once outside looks at the spread out gear. "I suppose I should help or this will take all morning." He places his bag down just inside the front end of the wagon where he can reach it from the front seat, and begins helping to repack things.
"So, before we burn any bridges with these river folk, remember, I'm looking for a book in brail...so, let me ask after that before we....you know....get impatient with their web of lies and attempt to beat them into submission." He glances at the group, "I'm just sayin, so far, these cultists have been pretty...well...fanatical....and we sets them off pretty quick, so....just..try to keep your cool until after I get the book I need." He smiles winningly and hops into the front seat, patting the spot next to him while looking at Hawke. "Driver! Let's depart!"
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Kerric:
Not able to help feeling that that "beat them into submission" comment was aimed primarily at him, Kerric felt a bit hurt, but the assessment was accurate enough. "I'll keep my blade sheathed until and unless the provocation becomes too much to bear, T'chal'fronack'zcsnicker, don't worry," says the warrior elf, taking his customary position alongside the wagon as they moved along, alert for trouble.
Perception: 20
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Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Xalkas face flushes a bit at being discovered with all of the groups gear scattered everywhere and helps pack it up to not delay the group from leaving any longer. He then takes up his normal spot in the back of the wagon.
Ebele would trot over, not completely sure what all the fuss was about at first, but when it was made clear, the monk would chuckle. "I'm glad you're excited to work on the project." She'd move over to help Xalkas gather any gear to return it to the cart with a smile. The half elf would even ask him to help her rig her old staff. She was thinking about laying it across the cart to act as extra hangers and weight distribution and carrying of gear over the side of the cart.
As they worked as a team to reload the wagon she'd listen to T'chal'fronack'zcsnicker's suggestions. A soft giggle would leave Ebele's lips and her face would soften when Kerric would respond as if he were the only one hasty to attack. She'd reach out to place a reassuring hand against his shoulder. "We, will keep our weapons sheathed unless otherwise provoked." The monk would chime in. "And besides, who's to say the shop keep and the cultist smuggler would be the same guy?" Her head would tilt as if she winked. The monk would feel Kerric slip away to take his customary position, therefore she'd snap into her shadowing mode in her usual distance away. Her new staff was promptly displayed at her back.
Kerric, as you take your sentry position, you still feel as though the group is being watched, but not as intensely as yesterday. As if there were fewer pairs of eyes on you. Though, nobody stood out in particular at this time.
Though saddened by being unable to get a pretty new shiny rock in his collection, Hawke didn't let it impact him too much. There were plenty of pretty rocks that did cool things out there, that one day, he would be able to get his hands on! Besides, he was glad T'chal had even been willing to try for him, being new to the group and all. It seemed as if though most of them had gotten something they wanted and he made sure to give compliments to each one of them (saying Kerric looked good in the new armor, saying Ebele's staff was really neat and he couldn't wait to see her use it in action, commenting how Reghys' new cloak made them look rather dashing, etc).
Hawke had helped in reloading the cart, and getting the horses all set up and ready, making sure they all had a nice breakfast to start off the day. When called to attention by T'chal, the druid immediately perks up and gives him a two fingered salute. "Aye, aye, capt'n!" He grins, hopping on up the drivers seat. "Passengers, please keep your hands and feet in the cart at all times. Today's weather is... Wait, hold on..."He waves his hand in the air and in the palm of his hands forms a medium sized translusent ball. "Is (insert Ixi weather report here)! We ready?"
When he is given the okay, he gives the horses a shout and a subtle flick of the reigns to get them moving.
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With the flick of the reigns and an enthusiastic neigh from Bill the Argent Alliance is off! With two sets of hands and feet outside of the cart, but keeping pace (Kerric and Ebele are walking...). Your path out of Bargewright was pretty uneventful. The guards on shift were completely different than the ones you saw when you arrived, though you did recognize a few faces as patrons enjoying a meal and ale from the Inn. Continuing your way along the road, it indeed was a sunny day. It takes you about the rest of the morning to reach the bridge to cross the Dessarin River. The sound of Bill's hooves change from the dirt road when crossing the stone bridge. He clops majestically on.
Perception Check Roll call: Group effort! (Will take average of at least 3+ rolls)
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just an unstable unicorn.
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(If Kerric is allowed to help, then advantage roll : 19)
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Reghys is giddy with excitement at all the things on sale but can't really decide what they want and are so caught up in the dilemma of decisions, that they are quite unable to help the others. Once the first of them purchase their wares however, Reghys finds what they want and is walking up to Beaufort:
"There's something very particular that I'm looking for, maybe you might be able to help me... there's a set of fabled instruments, every bard dreams of owning one of them. I know they'renot common, but I was wonderig if you had come across the Fochlucan Bandore or the Canaith Mandolin. A friend of mine once got to play it, and he wouldn't shut up about it, so I simply must try it you see. But if you don't have that instrument on hand, I'd be in the business of anything to help provide me with a bit more power or protection. A pearl of power, or a claok of protection perhaps..."
Depending on what's available, they want to go by the listed order (since the instrument can be used to cast spells, would it be allowed as the +1 weapon, and still give Reghys the chance to get a second item?)
4 x 100g +180g for the instrument or the cloak of protection. They'd ask for a special strap for the mandolin, or a particular pattern on the cloak, for the extra cost. Persuasion: 25
5 x 100g +150g for the claok of protection or the pearl of power. Persuasion: 23
Seeing that the others are having trouble purchasing the items they want, Reghys offers to buy any items for anyone else, should they struggle to convince the barkeep. Noticing that Xalkas' purchase seemed to ruffle some feathers, the satyr looked at the barkeep and with the most honeyed of words asked, whether the barkeep would be so kind as to add those items to their tab, since it was for a friend and the purchase really couldn't wait.
Persuasion for the items for the EMBK: 26
Union!- Errydha (Homebrew) Setting
Embers in the Dark - Errydha (Homebrew) Setting
Welcome to the Jungle- Far Realms
Citadel of the Unsleeping Sun - Erathis (Grim Hollow) Setting
Yevelda the Mutt- 3rd Level Half-Orc Battlemaster Fighter- Far Realms
Rehgys- 5th Level Satyr Bard of Eloquence- Far Realms
Hawke looks at the insignia with wide eyes, impressed with how shiny and well kept it had been. Though, when the bartender was looking to negotiate, the druid visibly slumped. He wasn't the most charismatic man out there, and definitely wasn't one to try his hand at convincing the man to sell the item to him. So when T'chal looked to be offering his services (and after everyone else had their turn), he would give puppy dog eyes to the tiefling in hopes he would try to help him secure the sale. Even if they didn't work on him, he would hope they would somewhat work on the bartender while T'chal tried to get the insignia for him.
Pretty shiny pretty shiny: 12
"Baw..." Hawke frowns. "Ah well... Worth a shot. Maybe I oughta turn into an actual dog next time..."
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
At one point Ebele was sitting with everyone and Xalkas was going over his plans with her, the next thing she knew, they were done and he scurried off in excitement. She’d enjoy a few more bites of her meal when she’d notice how quiet it was at their table. Too quiet. “Hello?” The monks head would tilt around listening before realizing that she was alone at the table. “Guys?”
Beaufort stood by his Tickle Trunk with an amused smirk that couldn’t waver even if he tried. He watched as his newest customers practically trip over their tongues in excitement from the possibilities.
Finally picking up where all her companions voices were coming from, Ebele would find her way to the shop room. She’d tuck herself to the side to listen, figuring out what was going on. “Oh.” The halfelf would feel T'chal'fronack'zcinicker hand her a hefty sack of coin.
Once there was a bit of a pause in the requests, the bartender would finally reach into the chest. He didn’t have to reach far. It was as if Kerric’s precise description and calculated words summoned the exact item of his desire. Beau pulls out what looks to be a newly crafted and freshly polished Curved Elven Blade. The fit was so perfect, Beaufort would only accept 300g from the warrior.
Kerric: Upgraded Elven Curved Blade
Cost: 300g
The tiefling gets a glance from the shopkeep for his passing assumption on the crossbow when Xalkas would stride up to the counter to inquire about some unique crafting parts and materials. Beaufort seemed rather intrigued that the wizard would even have the capability to design something like this, let alone craft it. But he knew better than to judge individuals by their appearance. Though the gnomes overconfidence and queues shared with T'chal'fronack'zcsnicker, paired with the sense of demand for delivery, rubbed Beau the wrong way. “Aye. A lil package like you would trip over a hearty staff like that.” He’d snort, not taking Xalkas’ request for Shae’s staff seriously. “Keep yer toothpick.” The shopkeep would wave his hand like shooing a fly.
Kerric then speaks up to build on T'chal'fronack'zcinicker‘s request for a crossbow. Looking back over the fellow businessman, Beaufort would reconsider the ask.
T'chal'fronack'zcinicker: +1 Cross bow
Roll Cost: 1d6 x 100g + 150g (+20% if you'd like special RP 'flavour' ie. certain colours, or custom engraving, elven, dwarven, etc.)
When the giddy Satyr would finally approach with their thoughts, Beaufort would listen with mild curiosity. They named specific items and even included a personal little story. The bartender would scratch his chin in thought. “I may have one of those.” He’d reach elbow deep into the colourful trunk.
Reghys: 1 of the items (not the mandolin)
Cost: At the cost you rolled in post #1687 +20% if you’ll be spicing it up
When Reghys would look up to Beau with those big honeyed eyes, he’d try to keep his burly stance, but there was no challenge. Being the big ol’ softy he really was, the Satyr tapped into the brutes compassionate side. His body language would even relax. “A’ight. A’ight. Maybe I was a lil rough on the guy.” He’d hand over the coin. “Yer gnome friend can have his 70g and 5s back.”
But when the ‘big bad druid man’ would try the puppy dog eyes for his shinies, Beaufort couldn’t stifle his laugh if he tried. “Ha!” He’d dab the corner of his eyes.“That’s good.” He’d give Hawke a curious smirk. “But no. Not today.” He’d wink.
Ebele had been nibbling on her lip in the corner. She had caught mention of a staff, and her instincts felt drawn to it. Also not being the greatest negotiator, and hearing as though Reghys was winning over Beau’s favour, the blonde wanted to take Reghys up on their offer. Tip toeing over to Reghys, Ebele would gently tug on their sleeve to get their attention. She’d lean in to whisper for their assistance with her purchase.
Reghys: Shae’s Staff
Roll DC 15: Persuasion
Cost for Ebele: [4 x 100 + 150] x 1.2
just an unstable unicorn.
T'chal'fronack'zcsnicker grins at the man, "Well now, this is most appreciated.." The heavy crossbow doesn't look magical.....it looks a bit ratty actually, hardly worth a second look really. But closer inspection reveals it's made to look so on purpose, while it's condition and magical nature becomes obvious. He happily hands over the 5x100+150g * 20%. (780 gold).
The shopping done, T'chal'fronack'zcsnicker nods to the man, helps his friends where they desire his help, and then heads back out into the bar. He nods to Nalashkar as he passes by his table.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Reghys wited their turn, before turning to the barkeep again: "Thanks so much for all you've done for us already, but you see, my friend here seems quite taken by the staff you presented and if its alright with you, she'd like to try it out. I'm sure you'll see that it will fit her perfectly, almost like it was made for her in another lifetime and another place. I'm sure you'll agree that such a fine tool needs to be wielded by the appropriate master, particularly if you stand to make a handsome sum in the process, no?"
Persuasion on behalf of Ebele: 20
OOC: Reghys chooses the cloak of protection for now, with a specially emrboidered pattern of helical spirals along the edges and celtic knots in the corners. The middle of the deep green coat is emblazoned with a golden harp. This all for 600 gp.
Union!- Errydha (Homebrew) Setting
Embers in the Dark - Errydha (Homebrew) Setting
Welcome to the Jungle- Far Realms
Citadel of the Unsleeping Sun - Erathis (Grim Hollow) Setting
Yevelda the Mutt- 3rd Level Half-Orc Battlemaster Fighter- Far Realms
Rehgys- 5th Level Satyr Bard of Eloquence- Far Realms
Kerric:
Pleased with his new armor and magic weapon, Kerric makes himself ready to join the others in the next step of their journey once they are ready--likely a trip to the river. He does, however, wait patiently for those still negotiating for unusual and magical items, helping out where he can.
Once he has his new equipment settled, Kerric spends his remaining waiting time listening carefully to the others and buffing his new armor--no sense being named the Argent Alliance if you don't have shiny equipment...
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Beaufort would grin, giving a respectful nod in return to T'chal'fronack'zcsnicker. He’d accept payment for the crossbow.
The bartender watched the monk whisper to the Satyr, popping his brow. He would then look to Reghys upon their approach. He’d nod in response to their thanks, moving to cross their arms to listen to the rest of what the bard had to say on behalf of their friend. But it didn’t take much convincing. The monks display with her staff handling around the bar was enough for Beau to know she know handle the staff. Though, there was something about Reghys’ words that felt like more than just a tale. A part of him really believed it. His eyes would meet Reghys’ and he’d nod in agreement. The shop keep would walk out from around the counter to personally hand the staff to Ebele. “I believe this to be true.” Beaufort would return behind the counter to close and cover the Tickle Trunk.
Seeing T'chal'fronack'zcsnicker return from the back room and look his way, Nalashkar would grin and tip his hat with a wink.
just an unstable unicorn.
T'chal'fronack'zcsnicker looks at the very shiny elf and winces a bit by instinct. "Kerric...do you have to be so shiny all the time. Noone will ever forget meeting you I suppose. Are we all here? Can we go talk to the cult of the water people...ahem...i mean the 'river people'." He grins and heads outside to wait for everyone to get moving. He absently keeps adjusting his new heavy crossbow on his back, trying to get it 'just right', so it's comfortable, but so that he can also quickly get it in his hands. He places a hand on Xalkas shoulder, "Sorry you didn't get any goodies. You still have that snazzy magical dagger though, so you're not totally lacking. Maybe next time we're here Reghys will have better luck convincing him for you...I feel bad I let you down."
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Xalkas regards the tiefling with a look of surprise not expecting an apology, “Not to worry my friend, in my studies I had heard of such a weapon and wanted to see its quality for myself. Though perhaps in future I should get you to sign a contract first.” He gives T'chal'fronack'zcsnicker a wink and then goes out to the wagon to wait for the supplies to be delivered. (I did add the ‘spent’ gold back to my sheet)
Upon delivery of the supplies Xalkas would begin tinkering away at its construction. (Let me know if and what I should roll)
Ebele would hand over 660g to Beaufort in exchange for the staff. When she’d take hold of it, Ebele would feel along the length of the shaft. Her hands would practically glide perfectly into position. She could feel the grooves worn into the wood from the original owner. It fit perfectly. And it was almost as if she already had a sense of familiarity with it. The staff was well balanced, and crafted with great care. The monk felt a wave of emotion sweep over her, and she’d hug the staff to herself regardless of how silly she may have looked to the others. A sliver of her felt guilty that she held the staff Xalkas wanted, and a part of her truly considered gifting it to him. But the moment Ebele held it in her hands, she couldn’t bring herself to give it up. Her head would dip solemnly for a moment before sheepishly tilting towards Reghys. “Thank you.” She’d whisper. The halfelf would follow Reghys back out to the group when they were ready.
Back with the group, Ebele would nod in their tiefling’s direction. “I’m ready.” She’d say softly.
Crafting
Roll call: Xalkas
Roll: DC 8 - Roll 1d20 + proficiency
(Crafting an uncommon item is suggested to take 1 work week. To modify an existing crafted item we can cut that in half unless a 1 is rolled (a complication) or something. So that would be 25hrs to dedicate to crafting the item. You can roll when you begin the item to see if you will be successful. Then you’d have to spend/log crafting hours in order to complete it. If you fail the roll then you can’t try again until 5 short rests or 2-3 long rests.)
just an unstable unicorn.
Crafting roll: 5
(Oh come on ... 😔)
Xalkas has all the necessary parts loaded into the wagon to begin construction of EMBK and standing there looking at everything he has a moment of panic and isn’t sure where to begin. Deciding later would probably be better since they might need the space for something else...
(not sure how good that is. Ixi feel free to flavor my failure some other way if you would like)
Reghys was gald that Ebele couldn't see them turn a bright crimson. "It's quite alright, besides what would I do without your protection?" They were only half-joking. "Also, don't feel too bad about Xalkas, part of me believes he wanted to buy the staff for you as well." Then, dropping to a whisper: "He seems to care for you a lot. I think it would mean the world to him if you let him know the feeling is mutual..."
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Rehgys- 5th Level Satyr Bard of Eloquence- Far Realms
Reghys' quip about what they would do without her protection would earn them a chuckle, then a smile when they'd reassure her to not feel bad. Ebele would pause in place for a moment, not expecting Reghys' whisper. She'd fight the blood rushing to her cheeks and bring herself to bump playfully into the Satyr, "You shouldn't ask that of someone... Are you sure you shouldn't of bought a bow and arrows?" The monk's head would tilt as if she winked in jest.
Then Ebele would lean to them and rhyme,
"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Nor hath love's mind of any judgement taste;
Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.
And therefore is love said to be a child
Because in choice he is so oft beguiled."
She'd smirk before skipping off to catch up with the others.
If no one has no other business inside the Inn, you all gather your things and move out to the stables to find Xalkas standing there scratching his head. He had a slew of parts layed out before him, and Ebele's precious brewing kit was amongst it. Nothing appeared to be damaged or tampered on the kit, as the scholar had decided against applying the changes right away. It was a good thing too. As Xalkas reviewed everything moments before attempting, he realized that there were a few issues yet to be sorted out. He'd have to spend some time reworking his design and modifying specific components before trying again.
In the mean time... you all have to repack the cart.
just an unstable unicorn.
T'chal'fronack'zcsnicker's eyes casually wander around between Xalkas and Ebele and Reghys. If he's aware of any internal group drama he makes no sign of it though and once outside looks at the spread out gear. "I suppose I should help or this will take all morning." He places his bag down just inside the front end of the wagon where he can reach it from the front seat, and begins helping to repack things.
"So, before we burn any bridges with these river folk, remember, I'm looking for a book in brail...so, let me ask after that before we....you know....get impatient with their web of lies and attempt to beat them into submission." He glances at the group, "I'm just sayin, so far, these cultists have been pretty...well...fanatical....and we sets them off pretty quick, so....just..try to keep your cool until after I get the book I need." He smiles winningly and hops into the front seat, patting the spot next to him while looking at Hawke. "Driver! Let's depart!"
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Kerric:
Not able to help feeling that that "beat them into submission" comment was aimed primarily at him, Kerric felt a bit hurt, but the assessment was accurate enough. "I'll keep my blade sheathed until and unless the provocation becomes too much to bear, T'chal'fronack'zcsnicker, don't worry," says the warrior elf, taking his customary position alongside the wagon as they moved along, alert for trouble.
Perception: 20
Gerrard Feldren - Human Noble in Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Kerric Brightblade - Elven Warrior in "Apocalypse"
Xalkas face flushes a bit at being discovered with all of the groups gear scattered everywhere and helps pack it up to not delay the group from leaving any longer. He then takes up his normal spot in the back of the wagon.
Ebele would trot over, not completely sure what all the fuss was about at first, but when it was made clear, the monk would chuckle. "I'm glad you're excited to work on the project." She'd move over to help Xalkas gather any gear to return it to the cart with a smile. The half elf would even ask him to help her rig her old staff. She was thinking about laying it across the cart to act as extra hangers and weight distribution and carrying of gear over the side of the cart.
As they worked as a team to reload the wagon she'd listen to T'chal'fronack'zcsnicker's suggestions. A soft giggle would leave Ebele's lips and her face would soften when Kerric would respond as if he were the only one hasty to attack. She'd reach out to place a reassuring hand against his shoulder. "We, will keep our weapons sheathed unless otherwise provoked." The monk would chime in. "And besides, who's to say the shop keep and the cultist smuggler would be the same guy?" Her head would tilt as if she winked. The monk would feel Kerric slip away to take his customary position, therefore she'd snap into her shadowing mode in her usual distance away. Her new staff was promptly displayed at her back.
Kerric, as you take your sentry position, you still feel as though the group is being watched, but not as intensely as yesterday. As if there were fewer pairs of eyes on you. Though, nobody stood out in particular at this time.
just an unstable unicorn.
Though saddened by being unable to get a pretty new shiny rock in his collection, Hawke didn't let it impact him too much. There were plenty of pretty rocks that did cool things out there, that one day, he would be able to get his hands on! Besides, he was glad T'chal had even been willing to try for him, being new to the group and all. It seemed as if though most of them had gotten something they wanted and he made sure to give compliments to each one of them (saying Kerric looked good in the new armor, saying Ebele's staff was really neat and he couldn't wait to see her use it in action, commenting how Reghys' new cloak made them look rather dashing, etc).
Hawke had helped in reloading the cart, and getting the horses all set up and ready, making sure they all had a nice breakfast to start off the day. When called to attention by T'chal, the druid immediately perks up and gives him a two fingered salute. "Aye, aye, capt'n!" He grins, hopping on up the drivers seat. "Passengers, please keep your hands and feet in the cart at all times. Today's weather is... Wait, hold on..." He waves his hand in the air and in the palm of his hands forms a medium sized translusent ball. "Is (insert Ixi weather report here)! We ready?"
When he is given the okay, he gives the horses a shout and a subtle flick of the reigns to get them moving.
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
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"Sunny, but with a chance of Water... Cultist!"
With the flick of the reigns and an enthusiastic neigh from Bill the Argent Alliance is off! With two sets of hands and feet outside of the cart, but keeping pace (Kerric and Ebele are walking...). Your path out of Bargewright was pretty uneventful. The guards on shift were completely different than the ones you saw when you arrived, though you did recognize a few faces as patrons enjoying a meal and ale from the Inn. Continuing your way along the road, it indeed was a sunny day. It takes you about the rest of the morning to reach the bridge to cross the Dessarin River. The sound of Bill's hooves change from the dirt road when crossing the stone bridge. He clops majestically on.
Perception Check
Roll call: Group effort!
(Will take average of at least 3+ rolls)
just an unstable unicorn.