Most common martial weapons are permanently in stock. If you're after one of those, just assume you are served. If you want to place an order, do so, and then notify the DMs via the DM thread. A DM will see to it as soon as chance allows.
Masterwork items can be commissioned based on a Craft check modifier of +21 for armor and most weapons, except for bows (including crossbows) and ammunition for bows, which are produced at a Craft check modifier of +16. Refer to the information thread for calculation of production rates, or PM ST for assistance if you have trouble calculating it, and he'll probably have an answer to you within a day.
For those looking to sell or trade, the rates are as follows: The shopkeeper will buy armor and weapons for 40% of the stated PHB value, but will offer 75% of stated value for trade-ins. This is, of course, assuming the gear is in good condition.
(This is the first IW thread to appear on this board - and only the second such thread ever. The first can be found here.)
New information has been added to this post on 14Jan04.
*walks to the shop by herself, to save time*
*picks out a light crossbow and 40 bolts*
*pays the man and heads back out, packs away the bolts and hands Alissa the crossbow*
I'll show you how to use this on the way. It's very simple.
*looks to Amarandios*
We're ready now.
*leaves*
[to BTW p1]
Blight will have to stay outside. We can carry the items in with us.
*she picks up the chainshirt and the sword and Jaer grabs the bag with the braces in it and they walk inside*
*she walks up to the counter and places the items on it and waits for the armorer*
"Can I help you? Anything in particular you're looking for?"
Uh..yes. We would like see how much you can give us for these items.
*she indicates the sword, the chainshirt and the braces*
The young man frowns when looking over the various items, taking a lot of time inspecting the chain shirt specifically.
"This is... interesting. The quality is up to our standards, if only average, but the design is downright awkward. Might I ask where you got this?"
Well we got the chainshirt from an awkward gnome...as well as the sword and the braces..he had an a strange ability to become very large..maybe 3-4 times his normal size.
Why is there something wrong?
The sword is apparently much the same, although not quite as awkward. The balance could be better, but it's serviceable."
Alright. How much can you give me for the sword and do you know of anyone that would by the chainshirt?
*she raises an eybrow*
What do you say on the braces?
The braces are worthless to us. They're simply leather and serve no purpose other than as an accessory - and they're rather worn too, at that.
A buyer for the shirt? No offense, mistress, but if I knew of one I wouldn't tell you. This is a business, after all - I'm not about to miss out on a commission. But to give you an idea, the only ones interested would be persons with the ability to change size you described, and I hadn't even heard of such a trick before today, or an armorer with a curiosity for strange designs. I could offer you a score and a half of golds for it. We'll likely study the design, take it apart and use the materials for something a bit more in demand."
I didn't think they would have been worth much of anything because of their condition.
*she thinks for a moment*
Ok..let's do that and I'll give you the braces since I don't have any use for them anyway.
As for the braces, we'll just throw them out. If you know someone with a dog, he might use them as a chew toy."
The man shrugs.
The assistant goes through a door in the back of the shop and returns a few minutes later with 2 platinum and 13 gold pieces.
"Here you go, mistress. Thank you for your patronage."
As he makes to pick up the braces, Jaer beats him to it.
"I think I know someone who wouldn't mind a chew toy. Thank you, shopkeep."
Come on Jaer let's go.
*she shakes her head and lifts the hood of her cloak before heading back outside*
Let's see if we can get anything for the ring or the ear ring, though I doubt we will get much if anything for them.
*she waits for Jaer to get ready then heads to the market*
To Elsewhere
*The encounter with the blue-skinned man leaves her in a foul mood.*
Why should I trust someone who is partially responsible for my sister's death? I shall wait and see just how sincere he is come two day's time..
*Enters the shops and makes her way past the racks of weapons and armor until she reaches the counter at the back.*
*She waits for someone to wait on her.*
"Aria..." he says, by way of announcing his presence.
"Gamis."
*Her tone is wary.. unsure as to the reason Gamis has decided to hunt her down.*
I pray he is not here to lecture me.. I will not stand for it..
"I heard about Alissa. I'm very sorry for your loss." He hides any reaction to the look she throws Amarandios. "I think we should talk, Aria... Will you come to the Last Lich with me so we can talk?"
*Makes no effort to move from where she stands.*
"Say what you need to say.. I have not the time nor the patience for polite banter.."
"Trying to get some coin fom your sword?" he asks.
*She ignores his question.*
"We have known each other long enough to not dance around a subject, Gamis. What do you want?"
"I don't want you to do anything that you'll regret. I want you to see things clearly. I want you to look before you leap. I want you to be safe and well. I want you to mourn properly. I want you to bear in mind that the Mother might not allow Alissa to come back. I want you to talk to Natala. I want you to look into Alissa being preserved longer before a decision is made. I want you to know that I consider us to be friends, I'm worried about you right now, and I will be damned if I won't try to help you out, whatever it is you really need."
He wonders if he missed anything as he watches for her reaction.
*Cuts him off before he can answer.*
"What I really need is to bring Alissa back. You say that you want to help me? Then either find a way for me to raise the 5000 gold pieces needed to raise my sister or don't interfere with my efforts to do so."
*Stares at him as she awaits his answer.*
"Have you considered how Alissa might feel about coming back?"
Originally posted by Gamis Pfaebinn
"Have you considered how Alissa might feel about coming back?"
*Her self-control snaps as she rages at the paladin.*
"I've considered that she would rather be alive and lead a long, happy life than to rot away in a wooden box!!"
*Takes a step forward as her whole body tenses for violence.*
"You've said your peace, now leave me be..."
Gamis answers her step forward, placing himself deliberately in range if she chooses to strike him, with every intention of turning the other cheek.
"How do you know that? How? How do you, a woman who professes very often that she doesn't understand magic, only her swords and how to swing them, know that she might not be content in the next world? How do you know she--or any of us--even remembers this life where she is now?
"Death comes for us all."
It occurs to Gamis that, in her state, she just might try to bring it to him, but he merely sets his jaw.
All right, I've seen enough! You haven't considered her wishes or your friends' wishes. What kind of a sister are you? You won't go through a divine intermediary and talk to her? Ask her? You're a selfish, sniveling, overprotectivce, whiny little child, and if you think I'm going to help you bring Alissa back so that she can sleep under your wing, think again.
I am loyal to my friends, miss. I am. Your sister was my friend and remains my friend. I admit that I don't know much about the way the priests of Ordometrex work, but if it is the will of the Mother that she be asked before returning, then you have no right to charge around biting the heads off those levelheaded people who care and who want the right thing to be done.
What right to her have you? What right do you have to call yourself her sister and not her possessor if you don't care the least about her will? Calm your tongue. Apologize to your friends. Sit and think about what should happen. Go to Natala. Or forsake the help of the priests, and of heaven.
If you should wish to kill me in the full view of these people, then do so. Rot away as an evil mind twisted by your own lack of compassion and will to understanding!
*Her vision turns blood red...*
*She charges the blue man, wanting nothing more than to break every bone in his blue body.*
oO The +14 is: +8 BAB. +4 Weapon Finesse for unarmed attack. +2 for charge
.oO(She needs to be subdued. She's going to hurt herself or someone else, quite possibly me. That was a good one, Amarandios
. Provoke her to action.) Gamis!
"YOU SON OF A BEAST!!!"
*She hovers over the man, her face contorted into a mask of pure rage.*
"YOU DARE TRY AND PASS JUDGEMENT ON ME!! WOULD YOU BE SO BOLD TO SAY WHAT IS BEST FOR ALISSA HAD SHE BEEN YOUR KIN??? YOU CLAIM TO KNOW WHAT THE AFTERLIFE HOLDS FOR HER WHEN IN FACT YOU DON'T HAVE THE SLIGHTEST IDEA!!"
*Her hands hover above the hilts of her swords.*
"You have crossed a line that you had no right to.. what happens to Alissa is for Hermy and myself alone to decide.. do not stand in my way again!"
*She shoves the paladin aside as she storms out of the shop.*
To Elsewhere
Uhm excuse...
*thinks* .o0(hey! that was that crazy woman from last night! I guess I wasn't hallucinating... maybe that's not a good thing...)
Chester jumps out of the way and barks after her
Chester! That's not nice!
Chester stops, but lets out a muffled woof as a grumpy parting shot
*cautiously walks into the Iron Wolf to get his father's dagger sharpened*
I'm afraid you've come in at a bad time, friend.
He looks down at the dog, and gives it a friendly wave, momentarily checking his shirt to see if he has any food for the creature, then finds that he doesn't and looks at him dissappointedly.
What's your dog's name?
"This should take the edge off of that, and make sure you'll be able to speak tomorrow." The silver glow snaps into life around his hand, and Gamis presses his fingertips against the blooming bruise, arresting the swelling before it can get hold.
[lay on hands +3 hp]
He looks at his hand, and flexes it as the glow vanishes, when suddenly he hears a furious bellow from behind him.
Shopkeep:
"Just what was that about?! Get the hells out of my shop, before I call the guards! Does this look like the common room at Trundle's?!" Bozart, red-bearded dwarf and master smith, can be seen at his elbow, glaring darkly from under his great eyebrows, gloved hands clamped around a cross-peen and a glowing iron that he's barely started working.
Gamis opens a hand in an attempt to be placating. "Sorry, Shopkeep. Aria isn't--"
Shopkeep:
"OUT!!!"
The paladin sighs and helps Amarandios straighten up. "Alright, Shopkeep. We're going." He turns a strained smile on Kieran and Chester. "He's a good dog," the paladin offers as he and the priest leave the Iron Wolf.
The unspoken Aria isn't herself lately resonates in Gamis's mind and turns his face grave as he leaves.
*aftera few minutes of awekwardness he approaches the counter and brings out the dagger*
Uhm, excuse me. Sorry to uhm bother you but I would like to have this dagger cleaned and maintained please
the shopkeeper's face lightens and he smiles at Keiran
Shopkeep: "Of course. No problem. Stop by tommorow and it'll be ready for you
"Keiran: "Thank you, sir. Good day to you. C'mon Chester"
Shopkeep: "And to you"
*exits*
Keiran enters with Chester and picks up his father's dagger. It has been sharpened, cleaned and well maintained. It looks better than if it was new.
Keiran thanks the shopkeep and pays him the requested fee. He takes a few minutes to attach the sheath to his belt, and then walks out the door.
Just as the door shuts he notices his stomach growling :embarrass
"I guess we need some food..."
*heads off to the Last Lich*
"Half and half.. but I'll keep the gems.."
Burleg shops, testing the weight from one axe to the next.
"Ah doon't knoow how yeh'rre gooin' teh be happy with a standarrd axe. It'll be harrd teh rreplace yeh'rre fatherr's. Maybe yeh shoould have soomething special comissioned if yeh have the money teh spend on it."
He tries a small helmet on and smiles modeling for her, half in jest
"Soounds like a rreasonable plan."
*She laughs as he sets his hands on his hips and turns for her.*
"Ahh nooo..."
*She looks around for something silly-looking and finds a helm that appears large enough for a giant orc. She picks it up and sets it on his head.*
"Therre, that's moore like it! Fits yeh'rre big head much betterrr!"
*chuckle*
"HARHARHRHAHRR!!"
He places a great axe, a chain shirt, and a large pick on the counter and pays for it all with gold
"There we are, armed again"
He equips and holding his new axe in his hand he frowns and looks distrustful of it.
"It'll probably break first swing.."
"Ah doon't think so. Not if yeh swing it like a human."
*She looks at him with a straight face, but it doesn't take long before a smile is tugging at the corners of her mouth.*
"Ah'm surre it'll be fine until yeh can have a rreal one made."
He says this in a very macho tone and over flexing he raises the axe and whiffs it in s downward motion in the air. With a wink and a grin he holds the door open for Brodda
"After you.."
[to Market Square]
*she walks into the armory and ha a look around the shop*
.oO(Hmm..this looks like a nice set..)
*as she turns a boy comes from the back room and walks up to her*
Boy: Is there anything I can help you with miss?
Ahh yes.. I was looking for a set of leather armor..
*he looks at her and then at the leather armor selection and picks out the set she was looking at*
Boy: This seems like it would work best.
*she nods*
Yes I was thinking that as well.
Boy: Well I'll just take a few measurements, so we can fit it to your size.
*she smiles*
Alright..
*she walks with him and he takes her measurements, then writes up a slip for when it will be done. She pays in advance and then leaves the shop*
To Elsewhere
"Can I help you sir?"
*Thosar finishes fastening the shield and looks over to the man.*
"How much for the shield?"
"7 gold pieces."
*Thosar takes a moment to feel the weight of it. He practices the stance that Anaya showed him and mocks a few parries with it. The man stands clear and glances around the shop for other customers. Thosar finally finishes his "test" of the product and looses the shield from his arm.*
"How can I start up a line of credit with the shop?"
*The man pointedly looks at the SSAG pin Thosar wears before answering.*
"We offer members of the Silver Sword a 10% discount. Other than that you can exchange items you have no need of for other items in the shop. The items you trade in will be valued at 75% as long as they are in good condition."
*Thosar nods and gets out six gold pieces and three silver pieces from his hidden belt pouch. He frowns when almost nothing remains.*
I certainly hope I can get some money from this castle. I sorely need it.
*He hands the man the money.*
"I'll take this one."
*He straps the shield to his backpack and heads out the door.*
[To Mrs. Weatherbys]
*One of the people comes up to him:
Hello may I help you?
"Yes I guess you can. I am looking for a sturdy warhammer. Do ye got any of em'?"
Why yes we do have some in stock. They are right over there
"Thanks."
*Aramil bows to the person and then heads over to where the merchant said the warhammers are. And once he is there Aramil picks up one of them to test its weight and how it feels in his hands. Then he takes a couple practice swings with it and when he feels satisfied with it he buys.
*So he takes it to the person and shows him his SSAG pin. He nods and then says:
That will be 10 gold pieces and 8 silver pieces.
*Aramil nods and fishes out the right amount of money in his money pouch gives the money to the man and then bows to him. Then he puts the money pouch back inside his armor and heads back to the SSAG.
[To SSAG]
*walks into the shop and nods to the clerk and goes over to look at the bows*
.oO(I should get something that isn't too expensive, but is sturdy)
*she pulls a bow off the rack and and tests the wood and the strength as well as the bend and snap*
.oO(A little weak for my tastes..)
*she puts the bow back on the shelf and grabs another*
.oO(To hard...)
*she puts that one back on the shelf and looks at the other bows they have on stock*
*asking for help from the shopkeeper, he directs her to the maces*
*looking over them she tries some of them out, the heavier ones feeling too cumbersome compared to the lighter weapons she usually wields*
*she picks up one of the smaller ones and tests the feel of it*
*turning to Kywyn to see his reaction, she decides on that one*
*brings the weapon to the shopkeep*
I'll take this one. And I'd like to sell this rapier. I haven't used it yet and have no use for it where I'm going.
If you trade this in, it's worth more to you.
*frowns*
What do you mean? How much would be left?
*the shopkeep thinks*
You could buy another 10 gold.
*blinks*
Um, let me think about what else we can use.
*she walks back to the weapons and looks over them again*
*putting back the lighter of the maces, she steps far away from Kywyn and tests it out*
*even though it feels heavy, she knows that the extra weight will hurt creatures more*
*smiling to herself, she looks over the weapons again*
*picking out a morningstar, she hands it to Kywyn*
I know you don't normally use weapons, but where we're going, you might want something more than fists and spells. You don't have to use it if you feel uncomfortable, but I'd feel better if you have something else to help.
*she lets him try the weapon out if he wants, then takes it to the shopkeep*
*looking at what she's picked, he nods*
5 gold more and it's a deal.
*smiles and nods*
*hands over the money and takes the weapons*
Thank you.
*smiling to Kywyn, she practically skips out the door of the shop, excited about the new weapons*
[to Elsewhere][/FONT]
"It wouldn't hurt to have," he agrees with Nashae.
Kywyn hefts the shafted weapon once more in his hands. He had played with simple ones before, staffs and cudgels and small blades, but he had never wielded one against a living opponent. He takes a moment to consider why that is.
Promptly, Kywyn hands the morningstar back to NaShae. He flexes his hands when she goes to make the purchase, reminding himself he has his own weapons.
Afterwards, Kywyn walks after NaShae, glad to see her with her spirits apparently lifted for the time being.
.oO(Miss Natala said weapons that smash will be betterr than weapons that slice and cut. If therre arre any weapons of quality in this city, Ah underrstand this is the place teh find them.)
*Hands folded together in front of her, she looks closely at the various weapons, without touching. Somewhere in the back of her conciousness, she slowly becomes aware of Minto chatting merrily with someone -- probably the weaponsmith.*
*She comes across the sort of items she is looking for -- hammers, flails, maces. She looks closely at them all, dismissing some immediately. As she goes through the various weapons, she keeps returning to a beautifully crafted Dwarven Waraxe, despite that its not the sort of weapon she is looking for at the moment.*
*She finds a warhammer in the mix with beautiful etchings on the blade.*
.oO(Ahhh, look at that hammerr! It's lovely! The handle coould use some design, but Ah kin take carre of that with some carrvin'. But, is the weapon itself any good? It woouldn't do teh have it fail meh in the middle of an undead battle -- orr any battle ferr that matterr.)
*She turns to the sound of the voices, which silence as she turns. She asks if she may check the hammer, test it, get its feel. The man smiles... of course, he says. He approaches her position and takes up the hammer, holding the head in one hand and the handle in the other, presenting it to her. She smiles and takes the proferred weapon. She hefts it from hand to hand, testing its weight and balance, then, satisified, she sets her position and, carefully so as not to break anything .oO(Oy, Mrrs. Weatherrby's kitchen...), she swings it around. When she brings her arm to rest, she is grinning. She then checks the weapon itself over and, finding nothing wrong with it, asks for its price.*
"Will it be a trade for that fine axe at your side?"
*Brodda blinks, her hand dropping to her side and touching the battleaxe.*
"Oh! Heavens no, lad! Ah'm not rready teh give up me axe just yet! Noo, just a dirrect purrchase, if the prrice isn't too high."
*The man chuckles respectfully and nods. He quotes the price of the warhammer, to which she unashamedly overreacts about how costly everything is in this town and makes a counteroffer. The man mirthfully laughs at her offer, muttering something (good-naturedly, of course) about the stinginess of dwarves. The pair go 'round and 'round for a few turns, while Minto looks on, somewhat amused, yet anxious to continue their errands.*
*Finally they agree on a price for the hammer, laughing and shaking hands, and Brodda hands over the gold pieces. She takes her new hammer, thanks the man, and dwarfess and halfling head out of the armory and to the Market Square.*
"I think I'm going to need a pair of maces as well. I doubt Hermy will remember to pick one up."
"Oh, I won't be needing anything fancy. Small maces if you have them. Hopefully we will be able to use our swords but you never know right?"
Minto doesn't bother hagling. He just shows his pin and hands over the coin.
Once he has the two maces, he waits for Brodda to finish her negotiations and then exits out with her.[
Clerk: Is that all miss?
*she nods*
Clerk: That will be 76gp total.
*she hands him the money and nods in thanx and leaves the store*
To Elsewere
These are too bulky...
*Forsaking the search for a sheild Tensek walks over to the weapons he picks up a few axes testing the weapons out frowning at the weight and balance. Spying some long blades Tensek pics up a sizeable sword and swings it around. Before he finishes Tensek picks up a heavy curved dagger. Smiling Tensek takes the blades and their sheaths to the counter Tensek purchases the blade.*
I'd like to sell these as well.
*Tensek places his punching daggers on the counter. Inspecting trhe blades the clerk nods.*
Clerk:Alright that will be 41 gold pieces.
*Tensek pays the clerk and takes his blades placing them on his person he walks out of the shop.*
(purchasing bastard sword, and kukri 206 gp to 165 gp)
*she enters the shop and walks over to the front desk. Shortly after one of the workers comes out from the back room, a face familiar to her since the many visits she has made to the shop in the past week or so*
Boy: I see you in here more and more often these days..what can I do for ya?
*she smiles*
I had purchased a set of armor last week and I was wondering if it was finished?
*the boy nods and heads into the back room, coming back out with the set of armor she picked out the week before and had adjusted to her size*
Boy: Here ya go ma'am.
*she looks over the armor to do a quick check and then nods with approval, hnding the boy a gold coin for a tip*
Thankyou..
*she bows her head and then leaves the shop*
To Elsewhere
*Jaer walks into the shop, telling Blight to stay outside. Once inside he takes a look around to see if they have any nets.*
*he soon finds them and walks over to the shelf*
.oO(Now how big did she want? )
*a clerk walks up to him*
Clerk: Can I help you sir?
*Jaer turn to him and nods*
Yeah I am looking for a large net...
*he pauses*
Make that the largest you have.
*the clerk raises an eyebrow and picks up a well folded net from the top shelf*
Clerk: Here you go. The biggest we got. *pauses for a moment* Are you sure you'll be able to carry it, it is quite heavy.
*Jaer nods*
I have my wolf out front, he can carry it.
*the clerk looks at the halfing then nods*
Clerk: Alright...*quietly* I guess..
*walks behind the counter* That will be 40 gp
*Jaer looks up surprised at the price and hands him the gold*
.oO(There's no time to barter or argue..I need to meet up with the group at the east gate...)
*the clerk takes the gold and walks outside with Jaer and hookes the net onto Blights saddle*
Clerk: There..that should do it.
*Jaer nods his thanx and head off to meet up with the group*
To Elsewhere
Tagg can eventually see the armory, right where Mrs Weatherby had indicated it would be. He walks up to the door and enters the building. Inside is a big room, filled with racks of armor and weapons, and some bows hanging near the ceiling. The wall behind the counter is lined with quivers of arrows and other ammunition. At the end of the room are two other entryways, more stockrooms Tagg was sure. He approaches the counter, where the shopkeeper is inspecting what looks like a small axe.
"Hello there."
*the shopkeeper looks slowly up from the axe and eventually meets eyes with Tagg*
"What can I do for you?"
*Tagg lifts up the javelin and sets it on the counter next to the axe*
"Im trying to get rid of this, thought I could get something for it."
*the man lifts the javelin, stares at it for a few minutes, then replies with his verdict*
"What happened to this thing? looks like it was shoved through a tree... oddly the point is dull... yet its strangely intriguing. ill give you 5 silver for it, more than i should, no doubt."
"are there any other options?"
"Well, if you trade it in for something in our store, i can give you slightly more. 8 silver, maybe. If you cant afford anything just now, you can put that silver into store credit and use it towards a purchase in the future.
*Tagg eyes the room, looking for something he might like. He notices some nice blades, but then notices the price tag and turns his attention to something else.*
"Ill take the store credit, thank you."
*the shopkeeper records a few things on a nearby book*
"Ok, your credit is added. Next time you buy something you can use that."
"Thank you. Bye now."
Tagg walks out the door, and the shopkeeper looks at the javelin some more. Odd man, thought Tagg, as he strolls idly through the streets.
[to elsewhere]
"Good afternoon, Osgood. What can I help you with?"
"I'd like some more of those elvish arrows you sell."
"Aw, Osgood, I'm sorry. We're all out of those."
"Oh. When will you have them in stock again?"
"As soon as I can find another supplier. I'm afraid the last one hasn't been heard from in some time."
"You think he came to some sort of bad end?"
"No, not likely. Sometimes the elves just feel the need to wander, you know?"
"Is that true?"
"Seems like it."
"Oh. Well, that's a shame. Let's see what else you've got."
"I'm glad you asked. This here is..."
Tagg sees the armory from the distance, a place he visited once before. He enters through the front door and sees a customer talking with the shopkeeper.
.oO( I guess I'll wait for him to finish up. Hm. That customer looks kinda familiar... have I seen him somewhere . . . ? )
.oO( Naw, just a slight resemblance maybe... certainly doesnt seem like someone I've met . . . )
The shopkeeper looks over at Tagg for a moment noticing his presence, then turns his attention back to the other man seeing that the elf was busy looking at some of the merchandise.
.oO( How much credit have I got here again? Less than 1 gold I think it was... er... not much I can get for that. I can try and get him to sell me at least a knife for it . . . )
.oO( And I'll have to see about if those thieves have tried to sell my stuff off yet... I have a feeling this isnt the first time these villains have done this, so even if they havent dropped off my stuff that shopkeeper should know something about these bandits . . .)
"Can I help you with anything ?"
He doesn't move his head but his eyes point at the racks of weapons lining the walls.
"That's a nasty cut you have there, some better armor could have saved you a bit of pain, I'm sure."
Tagg's eyes dart around the shelf with various knives, and he picks out the simplest looking one he could find; a plain hardwood handle with a straight iron blade protruding out the top. He holds the dagger out to the shopkeeper.
"How much for this piece would you say?"
"A simple looking one, that's for sure. But just as deadly in the right hands as the more fancy looking ones."
"I'll let you have t for two gold. You still have a bit of credit here do you not?"
The shopkeeper hands the dagger to Tagg and goes behind the counter to check his books.
He tries to make small talk as he thumbs through the pages.
"A daggers a good weapon, but a sword, now that's where the real power is at."
"See any that interest you?"
Realizing the opportunity to bring up the bandits, Tagg continues.
". . .I might be able to make an exception. Have you gotten any new scimitars lately? Or perhaps a short sword..."
Tagg slowly looks over the racks of weapons, seeing if he could find anything that belonged to him, but there is so much it is hard to tell. He turns back to face the shopkeeper.
"Scimiters? I can't say that I have. Not the most common weapon in these parts. At least among the more civilized races."
"Now then shortswords..."
The shopkeeper indicates a rack of shortswords, and points out two. Neither of which look familiar.
"I just got those two in. Some fool of a gnome thought better about trying to make a go of it in the wilderness."
"He traded these, and a hefty amount of gold in for a nice sturdy crossbow."
The shopkeep shrugs.[color=purple]
"They're good swords. Hardly been used at all."
"Are you interested in them. I can let them go for a wee bit less then they are worth. I made my profit off of them twice already, I can handle not making it three times if you are interested."[/color]
.oO(So... they haven't sold my stuff off yet... It's only a matter of time though, I dont know what good it would do them to hoarde it all. But before I invest my time waiting here I better see if he knows anything more.)
"Are there a couple people that regularly come in here looking to sell off weapons or other equipment to you?"
"And ever since Kahn's forces were defeated, and the Jackals, the Mother rest their souls, theres been a few weapons I suspect were scavenged from one of the battlefields."
"And of course there's a steady flow of would be heroes who've thought better of the lifestyle after a dangerous adventure or two."
The shopkeeper eyes Tagg suspiciously.
"Why do you ask?"
"Well, me and Mr. *clear throat* Oh, did I almost give a name? If I actually did reveal anything I might be in a bit of trouble... You see he is quite concerned with his privacy. Anyway, me and... this person... have some business to conduct, I would prefer not to go into too much detail... but I never know where to look for him or contact him... I have reason to believe he may stop in here oftenly, so I was here to see if you could help me out by letting me know if he does indeed stop here. Human, about 6 foot, brown hair, greenish eyes... He usually has quite a few weapons and like to sell them... Anyone to this description ring a bell?"
[ooc=use bluff, +3 primary mod]
The shopkeeper shrugs.
"It sounds like a lot of people that frequent here."
"Warriors do tend to be on the big side generally."
The shopkeep shrugs.
"Maybe if you could give me a wee bit more to work with."
"Does he have any specfic weapons? I'm not so good with faces. But I never forget a well made blade."
"Yes, very well. I believe he carries a longsword with him."
"Not a common sight is it?"
The shopkeep shrugs and starts to head back behind the counter.
"I'm afraid I can't help you. Not with the information you've given me at least."
"You've just described the majority of the warriors here in the city."
The shopkeeper looks down at his records.
"If you really need to find this person, I'd try looking where you met him at."
"And you might want to bring your weapons, if this mysterious buisness of yours is dangerous."
The Shopkeep looks up at Tagg and scrutinizes him.
"Correct me if I'm wrong but didn't you have a scimiter last time you were here?"
"Like I said earlier, it's not a common weapon in these parts. There aren't many of you who weild them around."
"What happened to yours? It was a nice blade if I recall correctly."
"(ooc: I was suppose to post this for Marroc earlier. He's having password problems again.)
"Anyways, if someone to the description I mentioned or if they have a scimitar and short sword with them, could you please take a mental note and let me know next time here?"
"Ah."
"I'll keep an eye out then."
The shopkeep winks.
"Maybe you could try looking in one of the more unrefined taverns or inns for your 'friend'"
"Like the Blue Pumpkin or Nobody's."
"He sounds like the type who would frequent one of those places."
Tagg, slightly disappointed he could not find anything, begins to walk out the door and then freezes.
.oO( Wait.... Just because that guy doesn't recognize a face doesnt mean that he hasnt been here before... I could linger around for a while and see if anything shows up... But that might be a waste of time. I'd best check back in with Marroc and see what weapons he has. )
Tagg continues to walk through the door and makes his ways through the streets, retracing his footsteps back to the Inn.
[to nobodys inn]
Clerk: Good day to you Aramil how may I help you.
*Aramil bows to the clerk who in turn bows his head. Then he says:
"Well I'd be lookin' to sell this here ol' armor. How much can ye give me fer it?"
*The clerk takes a look at the armor and says.
"I can give you 10 gp for it. Nothing more, nothing less."
*Aramil nods his head, the clerk gives him 10 gp and then Aramil leaves, looking for a place that he can get new tools for weapon and armor making.
"May I help you, sir?"
"Yes, I'm looking for a weapon that I could use to attack from a distance. Any suggestions?"
"Well, I've just finished working on this crossbow. It's smaller than some, but it still does enough damage to make your enemy bleed."
"That would be perfect. I'll take some bolts for it too."
OoC: Acquire a crossbow and 20 bolts
[To Nobodys]
*the racks of weapons seem somewhat absurd to him*
*he feels his magic swirl behind his eyes, and he knows that he will get to point where he will never need to use such tangable tools*
.oO(But til then...)
*he goes and grabs two cases of crossbow bolts and takes them to the counter*
Clerk: "Two gold."
*the boy passes two coins across the counter and turns to leave*
*he closes the door gently behind him*
Stepping inside, glancing around, Mirielle smiles when she sees the shopkeep.
Goodday, sir. I was wondering if you'd had any inquiries towards an enchanted item?
"No, not recently. I haven't forgotten our agreement though. Have you given any further thought to that sword?"
Miri blushes a little.
Yes, I have. Um, I'd hoped to give it as a wedding gift, but... Well, no use waiting. Perhaps we could look at them?
Refraining from comment, the shopkeeper gestures Miri to the back room and unlocks the special cabinet.
Her eyes sparkle as she looks over the intricate steel, and they take out three swords for a closer look. Hefting one that resembles the blade Gamis carries, she sighs.
This is perfect. And such a pretty pattern to the steel...
"It's called the 'maidenhair' pattern, and I've only one smith that can do that."
If it isn't spoken for, I'd like this one.
"Then it's yours, Dame Dyer. 335 gold, all told."
She nods, and brings her leather satchel out from under her cloak.
It'll cost me a fair sight more when I've finished the enchantments, but here, I believe I brought that much...
Miri counts out the coins, and Shopkeep slides the sword into a plain sheath.
"A pleasure doing business with you, Dame Dyer."
Likewise, Mastersmith. And thank you!
Humming cheerfully, she returns home.
To Elsewhere
Tagg after about twenty minutes reaches the Iron Wolf. Stepping inside and somewhat to his relief, a clerk different to that he had questioned earlier resides behind the counter, turned around and appears to be examining some arrows hung on the wall behind him.
"Hello there..?"
The elf says in a half question to get the shopkeeper's attention as he begins to take the shield off his back. The clerk appears to have already known Tagg's presence but had not bothered to turn around since he calmly turns around and faces him after the call.
"May I help you?"
Tagg carefully continues to take the shield off, finding points to grab at it with his hands in between the spikes. He manages to get it off, and he walks up to the clerk and sets it in front of him.
"Yes. I'm interested in selling this."
Watching the shopkeeper start to examine the piece with bored eyes, he quickly remembers to add in a piece of information that might help the price he gets for it go up.
"For store credit, that is."
The clerk continues to examine it, seemingly ignoring the comment.
After several moments of silence, the shopkeeper slowly gives his verdict.
"Okay.. At least the metal seems in fairly good condition, the shield itself looks poorly made shaped though... But nonetheless.. "
The shopkeeper looks like he thinks some more before giving his amount
"I could give you 14 gold for it and two silver pieces to be exact."
Tagg nods and the clerk readies a quill by dipping it in ink, opens a leatherbound book nearby, and asks for his name before continuing.
"Tagg. I already have a small amount of credit under this name."
The clerk flips through the book's pages for several more moments until he spots the name. He writes some notes next to it before putting the quill down.
"Okay, all updated... You have 15 gold total credit now. Would you like to use that now or do you wish to save it for another day?"
"Just a moment.."
Tagg turns around and starts to slowly walk around the store browsing what they have available.
.oO( Ok.. I don't really need any more swords.. Ew.. maces.. barbaric devices.. Bows, little big there..)
Tagg looks over the longbows and sees they are nearly the size of his whole body and would seem unmanageable. Walking slightly further he enters a section of shorter bows. Taking a closer look he examines the types of wood, in the end choosing out a sturdy looking piece. Picking it up, he bends the string back and makes as though firing an arrow, testing the balance, weight, and flexibility.
.oO( Heh. We used to have contests using bows much like this back at home.. If I remember correctly I use to do pretty decent in those.. I wonder if I still have such skill)
After a few moments of such examination, he holds it up for the clerk to see.
"How much would this cost?"
"75 gold pieces. With credit you'd need to provide 60 out of your own pocket."
Tagg checks his pocket and sees he brought only a small amount of coins, not sufficient to cover the cost. He brings the bow to the counter.
"I'm afraid I don't have the money on me right now, but I look forward to purchasing this. Perhaps put it on hold if you feel it necessary. I will be back some time today with the money to pick it up."
The shopkeeper nods and with a short farewell Tagg heads out the door and hits the streets.
to Elsewhere
Stepping inside, Tagg sees the same clerk as before behind the counter, this time doing nothing and seems to be thinking about usomething... That or he's bored and he's staring a hole through the far wall.
"Hello again, I believe we met this morning."
The opening words seem to snap the clerk out of his trance, albeit a delayed reaction. After a moment he slowly turns his head to see Tagg.
"Yes I believe we did.."
"I am here to purchase that shortbow, if I remember correctly yew handle? Do you still have it?"
"Yes we do, there've been no customers to take it away.."
The clerk gives what sounds like a muffled sigh at the mention of no business all day.
"It's back on the shelf over there."
The clerk indicates the section of shortbows over on the wall with a slight gesture of his hand. Tagg nods and goes over to examine them. After a couple moments he manages to pick out what he is confident was the piece he chose earlier. Bringing it to the counter he places it in front of the clerk, who does nothing and simply looks to him, obviously waiting for money before preparing the item. The elf takes off his backpack, opens it, and begins counting out the coins. After long enough he gets all of the coins out and has them piled on the counter. The shopkeeper counts through them once before beginning to extract them to somewhere unseen to the public beneath the counter.
"That was an equivalency of 60 gold.. I presume you wish to use your credit to cover the rest?"
"Yes."
The clerk opens the leatherbound book and searches for Tagg's name in the pages. He takes his quill and runs a neat line through the notes next to his name.
"Okay the bow is all paid for. Now would you like some arrows with that?"
Tagg's face goes straight as he realizes he did not bring extra money in the backpack.
.oO( How could you forget to bring money to pay for ARROWS when you're going to buy a BOW?? )
.oO( Wait! I still might have some coins in my pocket from earlier.)
He quickly searches through his pockets and manages to scrounge up a couple gold coins.
"How much do they cost?"
"Well plain arrows cost one gold per quiver, which contains twenty units of ammunition."
Tagg places a single gold coin on the counter.
"Does this pay for only the arrows or does the quiver come with? And if not how much does one cost?"
The clerk removes a quiver off the back wall and presents it to Tagg then takes the single coin and puts it with the rest of the money.
"We'll throw one in complimentary."
"Thanks."
"Anything else?"
"That'll be it."
The clerk nods and seems to lose attention again. Tagg pulls the backpack over his back again and picks up the bow and quiver and walks out the door, retracing his steps back to the boarding house.
purchase composite shortbow, 20 arrows
to Weatherby Boarding House
Afternoon. I'd like to sell these weapons and purchase something bit more suitable for me. I'm also interested in buying a new suit of thin armor for myself.
Shopkeep: Afternoon, sah. Of course, of course. Allow me a moment to estimate their value and I'll tell you what I can give for them.
A moment passes.
Shopkeep: Glaive is easy but I need to inspect falchion's blade more carefully. While I do this, please allow my assistant to help you in choosing and fitting a suit of armour for you.
Thanks.
With assistance of a shophand, selects one suit of padded armour which is then modified to fit perfectly for him. Shopkeep returns with the falchion.
Shopkeep: This falchion is of quite expert make. I'll give you in-shop credit for value of 250 gold for it and the glaive.
Let's say, I'll take the credit of 245 gold and that halberd and this armor.
Shopkeep: Hmm... okay, it's a deal. What might be your name, to record the amount of credit you possess.
Mr Enelevin. And thanks.
Leaves the store with his new weapon and armour.
*Thosar walks into the armory store, the door jingling behind him. A few customers browse the shop in various locations. A young man approaches.*
"Welcome to the Iron Wolf. May I help you?"
*The elf nods.*
"I believe you can. I'd like to place an order for some high quality items."
*With a nod and an indication to the counter, the man replies.*
"The man at the counter will be able to help you with that."
*Thosar walks past the man as he turns to another patron. Behind the counter a much older and balding man haggles a fair price with a fierce-looking woman. After a few strong exchanges, she puts her money on the counter-top and takes two daggers, promptly turns and leaves the store.*
*With an eye after the woman, Thosar steps up to the counter.*
"Good day, sir. I wanted to order some high quality items, a heavy shield and thirty crossbow bolts."
*The bald man puts the money away as he speaks.*
"Heavy shield will be 157 gold, the bolts will be 21 gold. All money must be paid up front."
.oO(Still a little irratated by that woman I see. Well, I suppose I can't blame you.)
"That won't be a problem. How long will it be before I can pick them up?"
"Two weeks. Could be a little more. Leave where you can be reached and we'll send a runner, if you want. That'll cost another gold though."
*Thosar smiles as he puts a coin pouch on the counter-top.*
"But of course. Here is 180, in case the runner takes a while to find me."
*Thosar leans closer and gives the man his name and where he can be located. After that he nods and heads toward the door.*
"Thank you for your time sir and I look forward to recieving word of the items' completion."
*A jingle follows the elf out the door.*
To WBH
"Hello, I was wondering if you carried saps because I'm looking for a nonlethal weapon," Joseph says.
After a few minutes of talking, the young bard passes a gold piece to the shopkeeper in exchange for the sap.
"Thank you," Joseph says as he leaves.
[to Elsewhere]
.oO(I could surely use one of these for retrieving the meat of a hunt instead of the blunt edge of a rock. Then again... I might take two, just in case.)
After talking to the shopkeep, Tyros buys 2 daggers and hangs one of them in his waist belt and the other in his right boot. He pays for the daggers (4 gp) and leaves.
[to marketplace]
*Thosar walks into the Iron Wolf and looks around for the balding man. Finding him behind the counter, Thosar approaches.*
"Greetings. I ordered some high quality bolts and a heavy shield a while ago. My name is Thosar. I was wondering if they were finished yet."
*The man shuffles a couple of papers behind the counter, then nods and walks into the back of the store. A moment later he emerges with three short quivers filled with bolts.*
"There you are Mr Lueque. I hope they are to your expectations."
*After placing the quivers on the counter, the balding man fishes in a coin pouch for a moment and places a gold piece on the counter.*
"I owe you that as well. The messenger didn't cost nearly one gold and I overcharged you. I won't except it back either."
*Thosar nods, takes the coin and the quivers.*
"The shield won't be finished for the another few days. I'll send that messenger for you when it's ready."
"Thank you sir. I appreciate the integrity and the fine workmanship. I'll await the messenger. Good day to you."
*Putting the coin in his coin pouch, the elf leaves the store.*
To WBH
.o0(ah ha! just what i was looking for.)
Brand selects a sap, pays the man behind the counter, and leaves the armory.
to elsewhere
"Greetings. The messenger found me dutifully. My shield is complete?"
*Pushing his stack of papers under the counter, the man nods.*
"Aye sir, it's ready. Let me go get it."
*He moves into the back and returns shortly with a finely crafted heavy shield and places it on the counter.*
"There you are. I was just reviewing my paperwork and you have already paid for it, so it's all yours."
*Thosar picks up the shield and examines it for a moment. He straps it to his forearm and practices a few defensive moves with it.*
.oO(Even better than I thought. It takes much less to move around. Quite the bit of workmanship.)
*He unstraps the shield and slings it over his shoulder. he reaches into his belt-pouch and retrieves 5 gold pieces.*
"As fine a piece of workmanship I have ever seen. Please this tip as my thanks.*
*The bald man smiles and chuckles.*
"I've never been one to turn down a tip. I appreciate it Mr. Lueque. Come back anytime."
*The bald man puts the coins away and retrieves his paperwork.*
*With a nod, Thosar heads out of the store, toward home.*
To WBH
Enters the store and waits few minutes looking at the assorted weapons hanging on the walls. When the group of three adventure-clad customers finally depart, makes his way to the counter.
Good day. I might be interested in purchasing a chain-link torso armor.
Shopkeeper: "Good day, sir. And certainly, that's one of most popular types of the armor, we have few always in store. Though, at the moment we even have one of exceptional make."
How much would that better one cost? I have 245 gold coins' worth of in-store credit in here.
Shopkeeper: "I'm afraid that isn't enough, though, sir, you are only lacking few gold pieces. Maybe a cash-credit division?"
Shakes his head.
I think that's not possible right now as I'm running quite low on cash. I think I'll take one of those normal ones then. My credit should cover that, right?
Shopkeeper: "Yes, indeed. Normal armor costs 100 gold. Anything else you would like?"
Hmm... maybe one of those crossbows and a case of bolts.
Shopkeeper: "Okay. Just a minute."
The shopkeep gathers the items to the counter and digs out a thick ledger. Tipping an ink pen to a bottle, he opens the book.
Shopkeeper: "Your name, sir?"
Enelevin, Codrian.
Shopkeeper: "Thank you, sir. Yes, 245 gold credit. After these purchases your balance will be 105 gold."
Thank you. And goodbye.
Shopkeeper: "Goodbye, master Enelevin."
Gathers the new equipment from the counter and leaves. Heads back to NMS.
Five silvers... And I spent a little over a gold and a half at the market. That'll leave me about 2 golds, if I take 6 for the rent.
But this is an official guild mission. I'll be earning a bit of cash, so nothing to worry about. Good.
After receiving what he can for the items, the two leave the shop silently.
---
[To Temple of Ordemet]
[to marketplace]
"Good day to you master dwarf, what can I do for you today?"
"Aye, I have been told that I would be able ter place orders here to get some raw material that I need ter create a special armor. Can I?"
*The man smiles and nods his head.
"Yes you can, but if this is a special material it will take longer for it to arrive then most other raw materials. What type of material do you need?"
"Thats good ter hear. And the material I need is mithril, a very strong metal if worked right, but it's as light as a feather also. I have a speacial order to make a chain shirt out of it. So how long will it take ter get it?"
*The man thinks for a while and then answers Aramil.
"Well mithril is not an easy material to come by, I'm going to have to make a special order for this, and to tell you the truth it could take up to a week or more for it to arrive, but tell me where I can find ye and I'll send word for you when it arrives. And ye say that its a chain shirt yer dealing with, well that will be....... 397 gp fer the raw materials. Ye can pay now or when it arrives."
*Aramil has a mixed reaction when he hears that it will be a while before he can start making the main armor. He shrugs his shoulders and pulls out his money bag and starts counting. Once he gets up to the amount his wants he gives it to the shopkeep with a note telling him where he can find Aramil. Then Aramil closes up his money bag, puts it back into his bag, then bows to the shopkeep and heads back to the SSAG.
"May I help you?"
"I just browsing I'm not sure what I..."
As he is about to say the last words, a weapon catches his eyes. Its the smallest crossbow hes ever seen. It seems just big enough to fit in his hands. Its small handle with a trigger.
"What's this?"
"Its a hand crossbow, takes some training to use one, since its so small. I've seen some that could use them. Would you like to try it?"
"Sure."
Boirin is led to a small place from which to fire the crossbow. He’s handed the tiny weapon and an equally tiny bolt. Boirin loads the small thing aims with one hand. Its very light he notices, no problems with the one hand thing. Any way he takes aim and fires. Thunk. The bolt protrudes from the second ring from the center.
"Nice shot. You seem to already know how to use this."
"It seems like a crossbow just smaller. How much are they?"
"Well there not terribly easy to make, and you'd have to order one since this is the only one we've got in stock, its a show of what you can get. If you want a piece that will work it'll be at least 100 gold. A real masterwork will take longer and cost more. You’re in luck though one will be completed in three days. So if you pay now you can come back then and get your new weapon.”
Boirin looks slightly embarrassed,
”I don’t carry that kinda money on me. So if you give a couple minutes to run to my lodgings and grab it I can pay for it.”
“Sure.”
Boirin walks out the door and then breaks into a run. Five minutes later he returns with a much larger bag of money in his new cloak.
”Here’s the my money sir. It will take me awhile to count out the gold.”
After a few minutes there is a small pile, exactly 100 coins.
”There ah go sir.”
“Where can I find to you to tell you of the completion of your crossbow.”
”Uh Nobody’s Inn, I work there as the bartender.”
“When it is complete I will have someone, I’ll have someone come for you.”
Boirin heads out of the Armory feeling remarkbly more cheerfull.
"Here we are! If you need me, I'll be looking at the swords."
He moves to the sword rack and eyes some of the larger swords in awe.
oO. (People can actually swing these things?)
"Good morning, sir. It seems you are already supplied with bows and arrows, but I was wondering if you could make use of another bowyer-fletcher."
The woman raises a brow and glances at the door.
"Did you... Did you want me to carve one here on the spot, or did you want me to run home and fetch a few examples of my work, sir?"
"The best example I can get of your work is the one I'll get while you do it," he says. "You can use A'maelhin's bench, but you'll need to clear it off first.[/i]
She glances at Lucian as she heads for the door, but does not pull him away from his swords-display.
Craft Bowmaking +6 -- which seems pitiful, in comparison with Neb's inhuman +13
Rules and Info don't address arrow DCs, nor does the PHB. GC board summary says "diceless" game.
Neb stepped in cautiously. Seems more like a shop than a forge... Well I can always just sharpen and maintain the weapons of the warriors of light.
Neb spotted a rack of axes and walked over to it. No harm in just looking...
Child Rybel looked over the beautiful axes and thought, I bet it is a dwarf that made those... definately those two.
oO. (She looks... intresting. I should keep an eye on her.)
Seeing her eye the axes, Lucian moves over her way.
"Hello there!"
oO. (Two in as many days..... What's wrong with my luck?)
"Actually, I don't work here. My name's Lucian Risk, pleasure to meet you."
Turning to face the axes.
"They are quite impressive.... Although I have no idea on how to use them."
"So what do you do Mr. Risk?"
"I don't have much use for sledges or axes actually. I'm an actor."
oO. (...and a Liar.)
"Are you new to the city?"
"How long have you been in the city? And is there a theatre in town that you perform at? I haven't seen a play in a very long time."
"Actually... I'm not sure. I'm in between jobs right now. Working at a boarding house for a place to stay. I guess you stay at the church?"
"The place I'm staying isn't really for us younger sorts. It's really a place to take care of the elderly. The person I'm visiting the sotre with just moved into Mrs.Weatherby's Boarding House if you'd like to have a look."
"Who are you here with?" the young priestess said as she looked around.
[Can Neb see Esmet from where she is?]
After roughly half an hour, the shopkeep is looking over Esmet's work.
"It's... good..." he says, though there is some doubt in the way he says it. Sensing her disappointment, he elaborates.
"Nothing wrong with it. You lack A'maelhin's technique, but that may come with more experience. Then again, he was a full-blooded elf, so he probably had decades more to learn his craft. No shame if you never quite reach his standard, but don't you give up.
"It's satisfactory work. If you can provide us with bows as well, so much the better, but there's always a larger demand for arrows, you know? Come see me in the morning, and we'll see about getting this space set up for you."
"A friend who is trying to get a job worjing as a bowyer-fletcher. She should be out before too long."
With a grateful smile, she turns as if to leave, but pauses instead.
"Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Esmet Corelli. What am I to call you, sir?"
She paused for a moment, then continued, "Is your friend also an actor? Do you two perform together?"
Esmet gives him a lop-sided smile and bows. "All right, sir. I will see you in the morning then. Thank you."
With that, she leaves the back room to meet Lucian again. She tilts her head at the sight of his new companion, trying to place the species.
.oO(A dwarf? We didn't get many of them at home. The last time I saw one was... a few years ago when that musical theatre troupe last visited. But no, those were halflings. We did get a couple of dwarves for a few nights' stay sometimes. But that was rare.)
"Good morning," she greets the dwarf pleasantly.
Meeting Lucian's gaze, her eyes light up. "I start work tomorrow morning," she murmurs happily.
"Congratulations."
He backs off and allows Esmet a chance to speak with Neb.
The next sound is somewhat strange to her ear, but Esmet realizes the soft laugh slipped from her own mouth.
"You, too, little one? Then it is most certainly a pleasure to meet you! My name is Esmet Corelli. What is yours?"
"I'm sorry. I'm excited because this is my first day! I was recently ordained."
She smiles. "Congratulations, Neb. Will you be leading any services at the church? I might see you then.
And this is only my second day in the city. As for my skill with the bow... it's passable. I use a longsword much more easily. But I would be most happy to learn to use a bow with you."
Neb looked out a window. "It's getting late, I should probably get back to the church before somebody worries. I hope to see you around the training grounds. Good night Miss Corelli, Mr. Risk."
[to Church of Agathalos]
As the dwarf leaves, Esmet smiles at Lucian.
"You've made a new friend, I see. A knack for charming young ladies, hmm?" she teases gently, then remembers.
And drags him by the arm back to the swords display.
"Oooooh, just look at them... So beautiful," she sighs, running a fingertip along the edge of a blade. "Did any of them particularly appeal to your fancies?"
"That thin and pointy one is nice... what's it called again?"
"This one is a bastard sword... mm, quite lovely, isn't it? I should like to learn how to use one of these with just one hand," she says, beaming at Lucian.
"They have rapiers, too, as well as scimitars. Hmm. Too short for my tastes, and they look so fragile!
"Ooooh. I don't know if this specimen matches your description of 'thin and pointy,' but..." Esmet laughs. "This greatsword looks even longer than the bastard sword! Look at the little hooks on the edges of the blade. Can you imagine what that would do to someone?"
She rambles on quite happily for a couple more minutes, fingertips brushing over a number of blades and hilts, then turns blushing to her companion.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I've talked your ear off, haven't I?"
"Hay I ordered a hand crossbow a couple of days ago, is it finished yet."
"Oh yes, Boirin isn't it? Anyway it is finished, if you'll step over here, we'll get you your holster and bow."
The clerk comes out and hands Boirin a belt holster, which Boirin puts on imediately. The clerk then waves Boirin back to the stock area and hands Boirin the new crossbow. He puts the crossbow in the holster, opposite his sword.
"Well mister Boirin I hope you enjoy your purchase, it says here you've allready paid."
"I did pay ahead of time."
"Very good, well she's all yours."
"Thanks."
Boirin gives a quick bow and heads out the door.
Originally posted by Esmet Corelli
"Well, there seems to be a few 'thin and pointy' ones here. This one here is a longsword, kind of like mine... but this one's a little fancier, I suppose, with all that decoration around the hilt and handle. If you like, I could try to teach you to use one.
"This one is a bastard sword... mm, quite lovely, isn't it? I should like to learn how to use one of these with just one hand," she says, beaming at Lucian.
"They have rapiers, too, as well as scimitars. Hmm. Too short for my tastes, and they look so fragile!
"Ooooh. I don't know if this specimen matches your description of 'thin and pointy,' but..." Esmet laughs. "This greatsword looks even longer than the bastard sword! Look at the little hooks on the edges of the blade. Can you imagine what that would do to someone?"
She rambles on quite happily for a couple more minutes, fingertips brushing over a number of blades and hilts, then turns blushing to her companion.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I've talked your ear off, haven't I?"
Lucians eyes grow wider and wider in a mixture of awe and fear for the larger portion of the speach. The other portion is spent nodding and wincing as Esmet describes what the various weapons would do to the body of the person struck by them. Hiding the fear from his voice, he speaks with a slight studder.
"Not a-t-t all.... You c-certainly k-know alot about swords.
"I don't know that much about them. I can identify most swords and use them, but other than that... I would be hard-pressed, you see, to talk about the origins of each sword.
"And you probably wouldn't want to hear that, anyway," she teases gently. "Young people these days. No patience for anything.
"Mm, thank you for waiting so patiently for me. I imagine a growing young man would be getting hungry about now, though."
"Not only do you know about sword, you can read minds as well."
.oO(If I could, then I could learn whether or not I should really feel so comfortable around you.)
"...but I can guess," she chuckles, patting her tummy, and walks through the door with an appreciative nod.
"Anywhere else you would like to take me, Lucian?"
"I don't go further than this area usully, so your guess is as good as mine."
He follows Esmet into the street.
Your choice to eat as well. :P
She turns slowly, looking out in every direction at the skyline.
"We're near the center of the city or so, are we?
"Now... what did you say? Something about a nice place to rest after hustle and bustle...
"Let's look in the market. I'll treat you to anything you like, Lucian, and then we can eat in your park. How does that sound to you?"
Lucian heads off to the market, walking stick leading the way.
Tap-ta-Tap-ta-Tap
"Shopkeep, sir!" she calls, making her way into the backroom.
"I'm here. Sorry if I kept you waiting. I realized only this morning that I had forgotten to ask you what time you were expecting me.
"Now what would you have me do, sir?"
From the bench, Esmet asks, "Sir, how often would you like me to work here?"
"Well, dear, how often would you like to work here?"
"As much as possible, sir."
"Ah. Ambitious, are we? Then all right. You will work for me eight hours a day, five days a week," states the shopkeep and returns to his work.
Esmet smiles. "Thank you."
Once the bench is cleared and her tools are laid out before her, she begins her work. The practice yesterday seems to have brought back some confidence to her hands--that, or the extra rest overnight has steadied her fingers. Either way, today the task seems a little easier.
Craft Bowmaking +7
As the hours pass, Esmet loses count of the arrows she's made.
The shopkeep glances briefly over stack of arrows. Nodding his approval, he bids her goodnight.
The next day, after four hours of arrow-making, the shopkeep asks her to start work on a shortbow.
Some of the following days follow that time pattern. Other days, she produces arrows for only two hours before returning to the shortbow. While she works, she chats with the shopkeep.
Five days later, she completes a shortbow. It looks to be a satisfactory piece of work, if still nowhere near her predecessor Amaelhin's level.
On Trijian, a week after she began work, she is presented most ceremoniously with her pay. She smiles, thanks her employer, and resumes work.
Present Time
Esmet clears her workspace and, nodding to the shopkeep, leaves the armory for Mrs. Weatherby's Boarding House.
Edit: Stupid me didn't know how to figure work rates... Thanks, ST!
The shopkeep asks for another few shortbows and longbows, so the half-elf begins work on a shortbow. It is finished within the week and exchanged for her week's pay.
[From Beyond the walls.]
*Stepping into the armoury, arms laden with weapons, Tensek heads quickly into the back of the shop to the shopkeep’s desk. Dropping the longsword, bastard sword, and the masterfully crafted longbow in front of the man Tensek looks up at the shopkeep.*
Good day to you sir, I would like to trade these in.
Very well the total credit you can get from that is three hundred and eighteen, and seventy five silver. Is that alright?
Yes that is quite acceptable. But I would also like to requisition some specially made armor and a shield. Preferably a lighter wooden shield.
Well I can have it made for you but it will take 20 days.
That sounds quite acceptable. How much will the armor and shield cost me?
In total it will be three hundred and twenty-eight gold pieces. With the credit from these weapons you will still owe nine gold and twenty five silver.
Well if I am getting new armor I of course will not be needing my current suit so I will trade that in as well.
Very well than with the Armor thrown in you will have nine and a half gold worth of credit.
Excellent I shall be needing that to restock my arrows.
So if we’re done dealing we can step into the back room and I can take your measurements for your armor.
*With a nod Tensek follows the shop keep to a back room, after a few minutes the ranger steps out of the armoury and heads towards Nobody’s.*
Heal Kiara.
[To Nobody's]
Entering the armourer's shop, Maelut walks to the front counter. Placing the falchions and the armours on the table, he speaks with the shopkeeper for several minutes.
"I would like to sell these items, what can you offer?"
"Well, depends on if you want to trade them in or just take the gold."
"What could I get for these?"
"Well...this sword is in very fine condition, along with both of these sets of armour. Those, with an extra 12 golds and 5 silvers, could get you a freshly made chain shirt. The other blade I can give you a straight trade-in value of 30 gold. Altogether, you'd walk out of here with a good chain shirt and 17 golds and 5 silvers in your pocket. How does that sound to you?"
"Well...I'm not so sure. But maybe. May I see the shirt?"
"Certainly, I've got one here you can try on."
"It's heavier than what I'm used to, but feels like it would give much better protection than my old leathers. And overall, I still come out with more gold than I started with...so it sounds like a deal to me. I'll take it."
"Excellent, here is your money, and that shirt should keep you well protected from whatever comes your way."
"Thank you sir, I appreciate your help."
With his new chain shirt, and the extra money in his pocket, Maelut walks out of the shop and heads back towards where Codrian hopefully has some answers about his wand.
[To NMS]
"Hello, I'm looking for a person who might come in here occasionally, goes by the name of Tensek Vicar, do you know where I can find him or someone I can talk to who might?"
"I'm not in the habit of giving out personal information about my customers though."
"I'd suggest trying an inn or two. Bartenders don't have as much respect for privacy."
"Well, if you see him, let him know that he needs to get in contact with Nobody's Inn if he wishes to be paid."
"I'd suspect he camps out in the woods and only comes into town for supplies."
Shopkeep moves behind the counter and quickily thumbs through a book. "Nope. No address listed."
Closing the book, Shopkeep shrugs. "Sorry about that."
"When you get back to the inn, will you thank Marroc for me? That information he gave me really saved me a lot of money."
"Of course, I'm sure that Marroc is always pleased to hear of his exploits success. Thank you for your time, if you have an addtional info, come to the inn and have a drink, on the house."
Shopkeep walks back towards the door. "You could try looking in the market. He might be in need of supplies for his camp. This time of year extra rations and blankets are always a good idea.
"Cheers."
He walks out of the shop heading towards the marketplace.
[to Marketplace]
Luckily, Lieutenant Gerug of the City Guards happens to be in the store looking to get his armor repaired. The dwarf swaggers over to persuade the drifter to leave of his own accord.
“There we are, sir,” Gerug starts walking the man to the door.
“Bah,” the beggar man mutters before turning to spit on the armory assistant.
“You wretch!” the attendant screams while reaching for a weapon on the counter.
It happens to be a whip, and the young man wastes no time in letting the lash fall. Gerug tries to intervene, but the whip slashes the unprotected skin of the hobo who falls to his stomach in pain. The flaying continues and blood starts to drip freely even as Gerug attempts to seize the offending weapon.
“Stop!” shouts the lieutenant as the scuffle evolves into a wrestling match.
The stronger dwarf pushes back the employee, hoping to separate the two men. The maneuver works too well as the man trips backward and tumbles into a poorly placed rack of shortswords. A cacophony of clangs and thuds ensues. Before anyone can react, the shop assistant is haplessly impaled on a blade and no longer struggling.
Gerug freezes, not sure how things got to this point. He checks on the body, but it only serves to confirm his fears. Clearing away the swords, all Gerug can hear is his heart pounding in his eardrums. The guard knows the price of manslaughter.
The beggar staggers to his feet by this point and comes closer.
“Gawd, ya keel’d him,” the stench of alcohol grows stronger.
The drifter starts backing away from the black-haired dwarf and turns to run for the door.
Something inside Gerug snaps. Before he knows why, he is chasing down the beggar and knocking him off his feet with a tackle. The tip of the sword in Gerug's hand is promptly driven through the ragged man’s back. With a spasm, he expires.
Gerug’s hand trembles. Not from the deathblow, but from something more horrific. The guardsman realizes he didn’t want a witness. That was the reason before he knew what he was doing, but deep down, he knew. He knows.
It is all so easy now, all so logical. It is an inexorable chain of events of which he is a part. A leads to B leads to C, there's nothing to it.
The beggar would not be missed, that is facile enough. The shop assistant would be more of a problem, but a solvable one. First thing is first; Gerug has to get rid of the evidence. With some exertion, the guard drags the beggar to the back room, double-checking that there is no one else in the store. He returns for the assistant and pulls him out of sight as well. The blood is simple to wipe up and the displays can be set straight. The bodies... well, they would have to be dismantled and disposed of.
Gerug locates a saw-toothed dagger, a sword-breaker, and gets to the ghastly work. The armory is such a convenient location for this to unfold, part of the dwarf thinks.
"I didn't think you had it in you," a voice says to Gerug from some source.
"Why, neither did I."
The wet sawing noise is muffled by the guard's cheerful humming.
*Jace shuffles in to the armory and deposits the banded mail upon the floor just inside of the shop. He is looking a little travel and battle worn. With his face showing what seems to be five days worth of growth, and several bite, and claw marks about his person. He looks around at all the stacked weapons, searching for the now familiar color of a silvered weapon. After a little looking it seems that there are not any on display.*
*A young attendant comes up looking a little uncomferable.*
"Sir. May I ask you to leave. The Church of the mother will be able to help you."
*Jace looks mildly shocked at this.*
.oO(How dare he!!!.....Wait I have yet to see a mirror. I probebly look like a vagrant.)
*His face changes from shocked to understanding.*
"Young man. I am no homeless vagrant. My cloths are in this state for I have recently slain several werewolves. I am here to order a weapon, and to trade in armor."
*The attendant looks greatly embaresed at this remark, and bows swiftly.*
"Excuse me sir. What armor are you going to be tradeing?"
*Jace retrives the banded mail and sets it down on a counter that the attendant, retreated behind.*
"I was told that Me and my partner would be able to get either 50 gold in coins or the equivilant of 93 gold in trade in. My partner may do as he wishs but I would like to order a silver longsword. So I will no longer have trouble with lycnthrope."
*The attendant examins the armor closely for a minute. Then he looks up*
[color=SeaGreen]"You were told correctly now for you order...We do not carry these weapons in stock. It will take us a week to make a silvered sword, and it will cost you more then just this armor.
*Jace looks a little shocked at this but digs into his pouch and pulls out twelve more coins, counts them again, and hands them to the clerk.*
"I will be back in a week."
"Thank you. It will be ready when you return."
"That will rip a skeleton apart dont you think?"
"I would say do sir."
*Jace pays for the morning star and walks out of the store, and into the market looking for more supplies.*
"I'll just be a blink."
He enters the door and examines the racks of swords.
.oO(What did Esmet say about these.? These are for stabbing, these are for slashing. Ugh.)
"What a distasteful choice."
He offers a akward grin to a sleepy looking clerk.
"Sorry."
He sets his club aside and draws a rapier, the quick movements focus on grace, which he is comfortable with. He selects a single edged one that has a sturdy grip and a dark steel pommel. The weighting is only average, but he really has not clue. He approaches the clerk and hands him the twenty gold required, as He's leaving he picks up a quiver of crossbow bolts and flips the clerk another gold.
"Sorry about the wait Kai, needed something more useful in a fight."
"Weapons that smash and destroy the body are more effective, than the slashing of a blading or the piercing of an arrow. No longer do they feel pain they continue to do whatever evil compels them in this state, the body must be destroyed or damaged beyond function."
Darkar heads over to the clubs, flail, maces, and hammers. Lifting and spining them about the elf is looking for something that is light that can be swung rapidly.
[5gp]
After looping the light mace to his belt, he leaves the shop towards the Fox.
[Fox Boarding House]
She stops just outside the armory
I'll be just a moment and then we can go for a run.
She pats the horse on her side and walks into the shop, bowing her head to the clerk as she enters
.oo(Not let's see here...)
She heads over to where the blunt weapons are hung
Seems we've been selling alot of those lately the clerk says as she picks up a light mace
.oO(The others must have come down as well and if this is what tthey got than I guess this is the best...)
She swings it around a bit, testing the weight
.oO(Well it's nothing like my bow, but if this is the only way to get rid of those creatures...)
She takes the light mace and goes to the clerk
Will that be all miss?
She nods and pays the man, tieing the mace to her belt and then heads back outside and grabs Maya's rein
All done, you ready to go?
Maya nods her head and Anaya mounts up
Alright let's go for a little run.
She nudges Maya in the ribs to go and heads to the city gates
To BtW
Minto heads into the shop and bys the first two halfling sized shortbows he is shown. "They're for me and Sir Hermy. He learned at the archery contest how much faster a bow is then his crossbow. And I learned on my last adventure that the further away from the attackers I am, the longer my wardrobe lasts."
"I'll need some arrows as well."
His purchases made, Minto heads back out and unties the dog.
Outside, she hesitates.
.oO(I don't want to return home just yet and lock myself in another room. I should... walk.)
Glancing up and down the street, she finally wanders at whim.
to nobody's inn
.oO(I want to become more than this. Life is not work, eat, and sleep. There must be more.)
While her employer steps out for lunch, she politely minds the customers.
.oO(Nanashi did not tell me when his celebration would begin. I can only assume that... his celebration, like any other, would begin towards the evening.)
Returning inside, she pauses and glances at her employer.
.oO(But then why should the celebration be like any other, when the celebrator is unlike any other? Damn, I'm late, aren't I?)
Wringing her hands, she approaches her employer. The little man glances from her hands to her worried face and concludes,
"Ah, youth.
"Go. Run to your loved one.
"This is your pay we are talking about, after all, not mine. Of course, if I hope this will not happen again anytime soon?"
Esmet shakes her head.
"Then you may go. Young people these days."
Laughing, Esmet takes her leave, hurrying towards Nobody's Inn.
.oO(I can't believe I'm going back there of all places.)
Tynk tries to ignore the stares he gets from the people as he walks the streets of the marketplace in search of the armory. About ten minutes later he spots a midwife he recognizes as a customer of Natala's and decides to try his luck, hoping he remembers her name.
It's Mianna, not Miria. Still, she knows the area pretty well and he follows her directions with a thanks.
Another six minutes and he finds the Armory. The din of a hammer can be heard inside, and Tynk is bewildered some by the unfamiliar environment as he enters.
. o O (There are a lot of weapons here...)
Across the room Tynk spots what he seeks and moves to view them. Many sizes and designs of crossbows hang from the wall. Not certain if he should touch any, he waits until an employee comes to help.
It's obviously been quite a while since Tynk had used one, and as the young man is shown a few this can be seen.
Eventually, one is selected, accessories and bolts are retrieved, and the purchase is made with a shake. Tynk and Zap exit the building and makes there way west and south.
[b]To Silver Sword[/b]
Boirin walks into the armory, Waraxe, grasped loosely in his left hand, he looks around.
.oO(Something that will break bones....)
Something catches his eye, a display of maces, ranging from lighter to heavier weapons, at the end of the row is something different, a morning star. He picks it up, heafts it, spins it around knowingly and walks to the front counter.
"Hello, I'd like to buy this, I have credit. My name is Boirin, son of Naerin.
"Um, isn't that a dwarfish name? I mean Boirin sounds pretty dwarfy-"
[dwarven]"Do I not look like a dwarf to you."[/dwarven]
"What was that? Sounded Dwarvish."
"It was, now do I have to get angry like a dwarf to proove I am who I am?"
Boirin asks, his tone darkening slightly.
"Um, no, not at all. Let me check... Oh yes, Boirin, son of Naerin. 240 gold, it has a note, um says you're taller than someone would think."
"Thank you, very much. I'll be going now. Oh and can I get a bandeleer to hold these."
"Oh yes, that will be extra of course."
"Of course."
With the Aramil's axe strapped to his back and the morning star wobbling at his hip, Boirin walks out of the shop.
[NOTE: Boirin purchases a morning star and a bandeleer to hold the waraxe and morning star with, -8 gp for the morning star -Xgp for the bandeleers]
"Ye better stay oustide me brudder, if ye really want ter sell these things."
*Aramil looks a little sad that people won't be abel to accept him for what he is now, he slowly nods his head and goes to a back alleyway behind the Iron Wolf, there he waits for his brother to sell his old things.
*Once he sees that Aramil has left, Oskar enters into the armory and browses around a little bit, admiring the craftsmanship of some of the items. When he's seen enough he goes up to the head smith and sets his old items down on the table.
"I would like ter sell these items please."
*The smith looks up from his paperwork and scans the items a bit, noticing the fine craftsmanship and the detailed sketching he raises an eyebrow, then he lowers it quickly hoping that Oskar didn't catch that."
"I'll give he a 100 gold fer the lot of it, this stuff is worthless, peices of junk."
*Oskar laughs a bit at the joke, then he calms down and gives the clerk a clam stern look and says.
"Me brudder crafted this stuff, and Myrelle enchanted the axe and the armor with magic. Ye might have heard o me brudder's name, Aramil Dunskar of the Silver Sword."
*The smith's eyes go wide.
"Your brother is Aramil Dunskar, the Aramil Dunskar, I am sorry sir, I didn't recognize you. I would have figured you as a dwarf, not a human. One second, I'll need to take these things in the back to get the proper selling price. If you'd like to browse around please do so."
"Thank ye, and yes I was a dwarf, but I died and was brought back in this form, here's my pin of the Silver Sword if ye need more proof. And I'll wait here thank ye."
*The smith glances at the pin and nods his approval, then he goes in the back with Aramil's things and from the sounds of it talks to someone else in the back. There is some chanting that goes off, magical detection Oskar realizes, and then after about 30 minutes the smith comes back out and smiles at Oskar.
"These are really fine pieces of craftsmanship, may I ask why your brother is getting rid of them? Did he make new masterpieces for his use perhaps?"
"We were adventuring, and both of us perished fighting an evil lich, then Thalos the Lightbringer brought us back ter life ter fight more evil, and he gave me this new form, and me brudder came back as a bear. So he really has no use fer this armor anyways, and he can't use an axe or shield now. He is however lookin ter make a new armor, and we need some mithral fer that. If ye got any we'll buy it off ye."
"Well I'll have to check about the mithral, but first, let me tell you how much I can give you for these fine pieces of work. I can give you 2887 gp and 5 sp, but the majority of it i'll have to give you in amber if that's alright with you, however I won't have to fork over a lot of amber if you want to buy the materials for the new suit of armor now."
*Oskar thinks this over for a moment, then nods his head and agrees with him. He goes over what he wants to make and the specifications he'll need, along with how much mithral he'll need. The smith goes in the back again and talks with whoever else is in the back, after 10 minutes pass by he comes back out and speaks with Oskar.
"Alright we'll after all the costs for the mithral and the other materials you'll need to make this interesting suit of armor for a bear, I'll be able to give you 700 gp worth of amber, 31 gold pieces and 5 silver pieces. That sound ok with you?"
"Oh that sounds quite alright with me. Thank ye, when will I be able ter pick up me goods."
"Oh well contact ye at the Silver Sword, if you wait a moment I'll go get your money."
*With that the smith heads in the back yet again, and when he returns he comes back carrying a medium sized sack with 700 gp worth of amber, 31 gold pieces, and 5 silver pieces. He hands it to Oskar, who bows to him, and then Oskar heads outside to get Aramil.
Why does the merchant just stand there and stare? Obviously Nanashi has overwhelmed with his presence! Oh ho ho! Nanashi knows how to snap him out of it!
"Nanashi can pay for it."
"You want that with or without studs? Studding costs a bit more but offers more protection too."
Works every time! Oh ho ho!
"Then Nanashi shall buy studs too. How much is it?"
"I can let you have a suit for 25 gold. I see you've got other armor there. Looking to trade in to help pay for the new suit?"
"Yes."
"Let's see it then."
"This armor has served Nanashi well in many fights against armies many times his size. He just needs something a little lighter these days."
"It's a bit scuffed up."
"That is how you can tell it has seen use."
"Well okay, but you need to take better care of a suit like this so it doesn't wear out on you. It could have done with a bit of buffing. I can fix it up easy enough but we don't get much call for gnome armor round here."
"Tell them this is Nanashi's armor and there will be a call!"
"Sure. Tell you what I'll do. I'll let you have the studded leather for this suit and another 15 gold."
Does that sound fair, Nanashi? It sounds like an awfully good bargain for this merchant.
"Nanashi accepts. Make sure you get a good price for it."
Oh ho ho! Nanashi has outsmarted the human! He sought to swindle Nanashi only now he will have to tell everyone how generous Nanashi can be!
"Done. I'll be right back with your new armor."
Yes, this is a much better suit, worth every piece of gold! Time to go show it off, Nanashi! To the streets! Oh ho ho!
It is dusk; the sun is almost gone for another day as a dark figure creeps along an alleyway. His torn grey wrappings flutter behind him as he moves past discarded barrels and crates and boarded-up windows. Skirting the perimeter of the lamplight, the hooded man crosses the street to the Iron Wolf Armory; a shopkeeper is at the door about to lock up.
Kywyn's even footsteps carry a slight echo.
"Ay, you startled me. We're closed-" says the stocky arms merchant, his long brown hair in tangles around his face.
When the man turns around, he squints to make out Kywyn's outline to the side of the light from the lamp next to the door. Kywyn hunches down and twists to the side, staying in the shadow for a moment before stepping forward.
The merchant freezes for a instant, assessing the situation, unsure if he should be hurrying back inside the shop.
"Ah, can I help you?" he asks cautiously.
Kywyn remains mute but gestures by crossing his arms over his chest and drawing them down, proceeding to point to his shoulders, arms, and legs in sequence.
"Huh? Listen-" the merchant starts.
.oO(What do we have here?)
"He-dis zis...?" Kywyn hisses quietly and lowers his pose.
The store worker backs away a bit to gain some distance from the two strangers.
"Um, gents, I could let you in to take a look if you have something in mind before I close up?" the messy-haired man tries to defuse any tension.
.oO(What in the world???)
*Jace addresses the owner.*
"Are you ok sir?"
*Jace takes a few steps forward, approcing as if he was approching a horse, his head to the side and shoulders not quite straight forward. His hands are slowely taken out of his pockets and laid to rest straight at his side. When he is about 10 feet from Kywyn he stops, and waits.*
Eventually, Kywyn's icy calm stare turns back to the merchant and the door. Pointing to the shop questioningly, Kywyn indicates with a slight tilt of his head. The merchant nods and opens the door for both men enter.
Kywyn looks back to the elf before walking slowly inside.
The merchant says to Jace in hushed tones, "I don't know if that other fellow is all there. Maybe he's just not from around here."
.oO(This is strange. Perhaps I meet him at one point in time...)
The merchant takes his post behind the counter and observes the two late customers.
Some clinks and clanks can be heard as Kywyn pushes aside a few smaller, unfinished blades.
"I'm just here to make sure things don't go south."
Kywyn approaches the counter, dragging a half-finished, black leather cuirass behind him. In his other gauntlet, he holds a number of spiked studs. He places them gingerly on the counter, like laying down a child with both arms.
The black-clad man arranges the spikes around the leather piece. Next, he reaches into his satchel and flips through some paper, pulling out a sheet and putting it on the counter.
Kywyn pulls back his hood, revealing a pale face and shortish, dark hair. It reassures the merchant he is dealing with a human at least. Kywyn points to the sketch which appears to be a diagram of a segmented leather breastplate similar to the one on the counter. There are spikes in a row across the top of the chest and a spiked shoulder ring piece.
"Hmmm," the other man considers from across the counter.
.oO(ARG...bloody memory...)
*Jace looks at the sketch of Kywyns new armor and ponders it for a while. Something clicks in his mind.*
.oO(The style is the same as the picture in my room.)
*Jace's mind does a familar rush through a scene without sound. A man in the market square sketching for children. The old Jace moves up and speaks with him. The man wears white and begins to scratch at the paper with a piece of charcoal. After some time the picture from his room is handed over with a smile. More talking then its over.*
.oO(Well that is a change...for some reason I see him in white...not black leather, shrouded in a black cloak...Something has happened to him.)
"I belive that I know you....sometime before I lost my memory. You were wearing white, and drawing pictures in the market square. You however cannot recognize me...I have changed a great deal."
"Yeah, if that's what you're looking for it can be done. Will cost some though... Like sixty gold about. You understand me? Sixty? Six, zero?" the long haired man holds up five fingers and a thumb and then makes an O-shape with his hand.
Kywyn looks back and seems to attempt to take in the information. The cloaked figure taps the paper more lightly.
"Will take some time too, if you're not in a rush, I can see what I can do," the smith holds up the paper, seeming to grow a bit more intrigued by the design.
A black frog appearing out of the shadow of Kywyn's cloak and shoulder keeps his gold eyes on Jace.
"How long do you think it will take you to finish it?"
*Afterward, Jace pulls out his money pouch and holds up a gold coin for kywyn to see.*
"Sixty."
*He then traces an imaginary 60 on the counter.*
"Few weeks, maybe more, pretty backed up on some items," the merchant calculates.
Kywyn turns as if being called. He wanders down one of the poorer lit aisles.
*Jace watches as Kywyn walks down the aisle. He takes the coin he pulled out as a visual aid back into his money pouch. He follows Kywyn down the aisle after a moment and neutrally looks into the toads eyes.*
Kywyn keeps walking into a shadowed corner. He pulls up his hood, and Jace can almost see Kywyn's outline fading slightly into the half-light only to sharpen again.
Kywyn raises a hand to lightly touch the back wall. There are rows of longswords and hafted weapons to either side. Kywyn slowly turns around to see the elf following him.
"This is a good sword, nothing particularly special but still good quality."
* Jace looks encouragingly at Kywyn and puts the sword back and then replaces the dagger.*
ooc:Sorry that it took so long to post but life went a little hectic and I have been waiting for a reply from the DMS on the strange skillmix up. I will not be able to post for a couple of days sorry
Kywyn walks down another aisle, looking at Jace through the maze of steel.
.oO(I could make the armor for him. If only I knew how to let him know.)
Seeing that Jace is still watching, Kywyn holds an open hand out as if asking what is the elf wanting.
The storekeeper seems to have finished muddling around at the counter and calls out, "You gents finished back there? I would like to close up soon, maybe we could discuss this tomorrow?"
"I can finish this armor. I'm a smith at the silver sword. I think that we can pay for what has been finished on the armor and I can pick it up from there. This way you will not have so much on your plate."
*Jace turns to The shadowed man to see if he approves.*
Kywyn follows Jace up to the counter but only watches, looking between the counter and the two talking men.
When Jace turns to him, Kywyn tilts his head and holds up his palm again in inquiry.
.oO(why can't he just understand what I am saying.)
*Jace picks up the paper and the unfinished armor.*
"I am going to make this for you."
*Holds out the paper for kywyn to see.*
"Buy the pieces and I will put them together for you."
*Jace begins to place the spikes on the leather in the places indicated by the drawing, and he intermittently gestures to himself signaling that he will do it.*
Eventually, Kywyn nods slowly. He looks to the armorer behind the counter. From a pouch, Kywyn starts counting out coins for payment, watching Jace and the merchant for a indication of amount.
.oO(Mmmm how much...a lot of the work has been done so far. Around about half of what needs to be done to it for Kywyn's design.)
"I'm thinking about 40 gold for it sir. About half the work has been done and about all the material needed for the armor is there. What do you think?"
Kywyn places his coins on the table until the merchant indicates the proper payment is there. Kywyn looks to Jace again, pointing to the elf and the sketch.
*After the transaction Jace picks up the armor and spikes and becond for Kywyn to follow him.*
[SSG]