Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
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Hondo listens to Huarache, “Oh. Of course. I’m dumb. Thanks, Huarache.” Hondo reverses the poison inputs and adds the isopropyl. Investigation: 25
*I have a plus 14 bonus to Investigation and I roll a two. I love this game.*
That was a +5 to what you already rolled; you have an 18.
Shonisaurus, Artificer Enthusiast
*Oh. Okay. Sorry. I thought you meant reroll with a +5.*
Wile, are you doing okay? Is everyone else doing alright?
Shonisaurus, Artificer Enthusiast
Yeah... maybe Wile is caught up with life?
Hey gang. Sorry I fell off the face of the Earth for a bit there. Im back. Ill be posting shortly. Tjsnks
Welcome back! We’ve missed you.
Good to see you again, Wile. I'm glad you're okay.
Shonisaurus, Artificer Enthusiast
ooc: <Such an outpouring of concern is heart-warming. Sorry I didn't let you guys know I'd be absent for a bit. Everything's fine, just unexpectedly busy. Our story continues....>
Within the Hands of Time, several of you are impressing the guildmembers with your talent, each of those who crafted an item can now be considered namers of the guild (Hands of Time is both the name of the shop and the guild - canon). Outside the shop, Leann stands watch.
A grey-skinned creature, ten-and-a-half feet tall with oversized features (by human standards) protruding tusks and long, well manicured black claws approaches Leann who waits outside the door to The Hands of Time. He is dressed in fine attire and walks gracefully around the corner from Bellows Street on to Gear Run, a large rickshaw taxi drives away behind him. As he walks, he has far less care for his surroundings than his own primping, smoothing his robes and examining his claws. As a result, he is only a few feet from Leann when he finally sees her before the door to the shop. Noticeably surprised, but not at all shaken, he gestures at teh door and politely remarks, "Excuse me," and waits for Leann to move.
OOC: Who succeeded in the crafting of their items?
Shonisaurus, Artificer Enthusiast
anyone who rolled 15 or higher. If snyone didn't, the guild helps out, so you still get the item.
To keep my attunement slots legal, whoever wants Huarache's Sun Blade may have it; he's prouder of the Duskcrusher he made himself.
Shonisaurus, Artificer Enthusiast
Hondo will take the Sun Blade if no one objects.
Here is a map of Sigil, you're in The Lower Ward, left middle quarter area, near the Great Foundry. The city is the interior of a closed torus, so the map will always be half upside down.
Leann gives a polite nod and would continue to stand off to one side of the door. She would not have stood blocking it, as this is a place of business.
Wow that was a convoluted map... I found an interactive one that is a little easier to read, if anyone wants to see what places interest them.
https://nether-whisper.ru/rp/planescape/map-of-sigil/
Anyway, Omiy would want to swing by a magic shop to stock up on some potions, possibly buy a bag of holding, the party is now getting a lot of stuff for them to carry. She was asking Gearbox any shop that sells firearms before she got distracted.
As he walks in, Estavan sees all the excitement of the Clueless tinkering away, and the invredible reception they are receiving from the guild. After a moment watching, he realizes they might just be Canny enough to be useful. "Greetings," he declares, "Saddam, we have fresh Primes in our midsts, and you thought you could keep suxh tslent a secret from me?" Estavan asks with a sly grin.
"No secret, old friend," Saddam replies. Turning to those in the shop, he introduces tje ogre mage: "My friends, this is Estavan, Lord of the Planar Trading Consortium, member of the Fraternity of Order and a dear friend."
"These berks just popped out of a portal from Toril. Gearbox here brought 'em straight to us."
"Well done, ya ol' box" he smiles at Gearbox. Turning to the Primes, his expression sours, "But, tell me of this portal. I know of no portals to Toril near here, and I have a very thorough ledger of the local portals. It is my business in trade. So, how did you come to find this portal that brought you here?"
Sigurd, standing with Leann near the door, continues to feed his rabbit and keep an eye on the goings on around himself and his friends. He observes the things they are creating and smiles to himself, impressed and glad he threw in his lot with them.
He scans the crowds, looking for anything dangerous or anyone tracking them:
Perception: 20
I love this map! Feel free to stop anywhere in the city any time. There are a few stops on the tour here, but shout one out and we'll get you there.
RE: firearms. These are exceedingly rare and in general magic in the canon material. That said, you'll definitely encounter one. If you ask a tout like Gearbox, they might refer you to the Knights of the cross-trade, but forewarn that you likely haven't the jink in hand to bargain for such a rare item. (That doesn't mean it would be impossible to get, but that depends on your skills and *maybe* your alignment.)
Sigurd would have a hard time spotting danger in Sigil, as most of the fiends and yugoloth are pretty off-putting figures if one is not used to them. Some passers-by, a tiefling and a half-elf in clothes that look like they've been stitched together from scraps, clearly give you a once over to decide if you're a mark fit to roll, but stay clear, suggesting they decide its not worth the trouble.