Charter
To further the flow of trade; to keep the seller honest in his deals with the customer; to protect merchants by regulating the costs of goods and services.
Rulings
Currently under scrutiny of the council (still).
Shops
None, currently.
Members
Dyne (Founder)
Zombomaniac
Sssargoth
Necrodude16
Thasis
Bait the Bard
Turalisj
Jagggar
Demonfey
Orcy the Green Wonder
Xen155
NightScreamer20
Von Crown
Kingside_Bishop
Alaron
Frostbite_Ravenheart
CaptainShar
Members with their names in green have been sufficiently active, and they have all powers and responsibilities restored.
Members with their names in purple have been inactive and need to post in order to reactivate their membership. Members will be considered inactive if they fail the post for a time-frame of one week or longer without first informing the guild of an extended absence. Inactive members forfeit all powers and responsibilities, and they are not counted when the council votes on issues. When a new thread is started, all members are considered inactive until they post in the new thread.
Alliances
Guild of Seafarers
Announcements
2 February 2005
The Members List is taking a cleaning. If you want to be part of the foundation, speak now and let us know that you're still here. Otherwise, your name will be taken off for the purposes of voting.
4 February 2005
Feel free to consider the topic of this thread "Open Conversation." We will be restarting the thread sometime in the future with the beginning of the IFWG2. This is for a fresh start (IG), and so that the things that took place in the last IFWG are confused with the current events.
23 February 2005
All portions of the Formal Rules and Regulations (basically, all the rulings and the charter) are suspended until further notice. They will not become reactivated until they have been reviewed and amended by the guild as a whole, and until such time that the guild as a whole ratifies them.
27 February 2005
All inactive shops have been deleted from the list of shops. If you want a link put in for your shop in this first post, say so. Otherwise, for all intents and purposes, it does not exist.
12 June 2005
Merchants Guild is relocated to new thread.
13 June 2005
Voting on Charter begins.
14 June 2005
Sent out PM's to all Members in an attempt to get something going.
15 June 2005
The Interplanar Bank is looking for new employees. See the Interplanar Bank's post for more details.
24 February 2007
New thread created because of the WizOs' "archiving" initiative, which took the previous threads off the board. The previous two threads can be found in the archives, links in my signature.
The IFWG's failed, and the GM's do not currently have any plans to start them up again. So, the in-game side of this guild is rather stunted. However, I believe Demonfey is trying to start up his own IFWG 2.5, so go see him about that.
*smacks Dyne upside the head with a newspaper*
:D
When a new thread is started, all members are considered inactive until they post in the new thread.
Glad to see this place is standing, again. I'll join, if that will aid our business transactions.
Captain Shar hooks her thumbs in her belt and whistles.
"Ah, right. We would be glad to have you as a member. I will be opening my shop again soon, I encourage you to take a look at my wares."
What are the going prices for masonry, timber, ration-quality foodstuffs, fruit, and flowers? Er, by the ton?
If you're wanting something from the Merchants guild, I don't believe we have any shops that sell such things. Other than that, it'd be whatever's in the rulebook. For rations, since they're 5 sp for a pound, a ton would be worth 1,000 gp. I have no idea for the other stuff.
And surely the Merchants Guild would have price listings even for things they don't personally oversee?
Anyone here? I have a few purchases to make...
The list:
+4 twilight mithral chain shirt
+5 bracers of armor
Bag of holding (IV)
Quiver of Ehlonna
Wand of Lightning Bolt (5th)
Wand of Sound Lance (8th)
Belt of Giant Strength (+4)
A place in the guild to sell weapons, tools, and alchemical substances
After purchases money: 89,595 gp
I've got some more food to unload here on the mainland, and I'm going to be selling exotic steeds - hippogriffs and lions - I think, in a few months here, so I guess we could have a shop for that. Put it in Waken Skydame's name, though.
Oh, and I'm going to be upgrading the Noumenal Blade as soon as the first rash of shipping is done here.
Hey there, Dalion. Good to see you made it. Having good luck finding everything? I'm pretty lucky, if you need any help with that.
Just finished collecting personal effects. Just need to get what's on Waken's list now. Care to help?
Shar fairly dashes into one of the clothing stores.
Wouldn't she look great in this?
She holds up a brilliant orange blouse with a frothy collar and lacy sleeve cuffs.
Ooh, or this.
She pulls out a leather shirt whose sleeves are made of knotted cords and whose front is closed by intricate leather frogs. (A frog is a twisty kind of button and buttonhole, in case you were wondering.)
(Dinner time. BRB)
She holds up another blouse, this one pure white, with a long green and many-buttoned coat over it.
(Uh, you might want to make a Knowledge (Fashion) check to see whether Shar has any idea what she's talking about.
OK. See you later.)
Or that frothy thing, only in crimson silk?
Only wear the green coat and orange blouse if one is planning to take part in a St. Patrick's parade.
What! Why would you wear the blouse under the shirt, if you couldn't see it? But I like what you're thinking with the crimson - not everyone looks good in orange. But why not wear the coat and the blouse together?
Oh, forgive me; I'm Captain Shar of the Noumenal Blade, and who are you?
To Dalion:
She is kind of shiny. What about this?
She holds up a blue shirt with blue sequins sewn into it in patterns.
I was merely rearranging what was presented into outfits for various occasions.
Bue would look quite well over black, I think. Perhaps the rest of the outfit blue, with silver or white accents, perhaps?
You may call me Aramar, Lady Shar. And I think I will be going now, for I have no desire to intrude on any buisness, no matter how spontaneous, and I have a school to run.
It was nice to meet you.
She waves as he goes out.
If you need any shipping check in with the Guild of Seafarers!
The merchant comes out from the back.
"What exactly are you trying to buy?"
We're trying to buy for a half celestial centauress.
(Where are Waken's wings? Human portion's back or back of the horse, more like a pegasus?)
You are so unimaginitive. You know what - I can probably help with the size, but nobody ever seems to like my style...
Shar is dressed pretty outrageously; probably only a part-Drow Dread Pirate could pull it off.
(Like a pegasus; I don't think she could fly well the other way.)
He turns into a human woman that looks similar to Waken, eyes and all, including the silver tints. His-or maybe in this case, her- clothes are quickly adjusted, thanks to a belt and some cords built in.
I can become humanoids at will. And before you ask, Shar, when the mob hits the pitchforks, its best to be as far away as possible and in as different a form as possible, so yes, I've been female before..
Her human portion looks like this. What would you suggest for this?
He holds up a long slender black dress with silver embroidery down the front.
"And for the shirt, maybe a lighter blue or pink? We don't want her all dark."
Shar looks up.
No pink. And she's a fighter. Can't fight in a dress.
"Blue then."
He holds up a light blue shirt with short sleeves tied off with leather cords.
"And some pants - if she's usually a centaur she'd probably feel best in leather."
He finds some standard black leather pants with silver-stitched seams.
"You just buying a few pieces or an entire wardrobe here?"
To himself: "This would solve so many problems if all husbands could shop for their wives this way."
(Also don't know how much you feel like RPing this. It's kind of amusing, but I'm not the best at coming up with outfits, and if you aren't either...)
Shar dashes outside to catch a white kitten. She comes back inside holding it.
I heard that, pal. And currently, I guess we're dating, not married.
He turns back to normal, and his clothes automatically readjust (slip cords).
Lets start with the simple stuff, no outfits til we know what she likes from them. How about the shirt and the pants for today. Maybe a couple of the brown and green combos as well. She seems to like those.
He wraps up a blue shirt, a green shirt, a black pair of pants, and a brown pair of pants.
(I'm guessing that'd be equal to two "explorer's outfits." No need to subtract the money from Dalion, then add it back in from Waken. I'll just take it out of hers.)
See you later, Dalion. I've still got to pick up the return cargo from Nhyris. Hey, can you transport live things too? I was going to give this cat to Twinkle, and I don't want it to get lost down at the docks.
He pulls out a carrying case from nowhere, and puts the kitten in it.
A constant for familiar users. I'll let her know
he does a quick check
she's from you. See you at the island.
Some words, and a dimensional door opens up.
Wait, that's to the port...well, care to use it, Shar?
He opens another one, this one to King's Pyre.
Why not? I guess you made it all right on the way here...
She gives a last look to the boots in the store, satisfied that none are shinier than hers, and steps through to her ship.
He steps through the King's Pyre one.
"Hello my good men and women! Hello! Thats right, tis I... Glenn! So, anybody here to buy something fantastically fantastical from me or should I just build something fantastically fantastical FOR me?"
Here's a list of things I could use. How much you charging off of items this time, Glenn?
+4 twilight mithral chain shirt
+5 bracers of armor
Bag of holding (IV)
Quiver of Ehlonna
Wand of Lightning Bolt (5th)
Wand of Sound Lance (8th)
Belt of Giant Strength (+4)
(If you need prices, just ask)
Glenn takes a book from his bag and begins to flip through it, scribbling down prices and numbers here and there to calculate out exactly how much it would cost to do the job he has been asked to do.
Wow. Thanks, Glenn! I'll let the CotP know about your reopening sale.
"Sure thing! You know me, always able to make whatever you need at whatever prices I feel like! Now, how exactly should I make the exploding monkeys. Should they blow up really big, blow up kinda small, blow up with ice instead of fire, that would be fun. So many ideas, so little time!"
Glenn shrugs and pats on the head of the stone golem, humming a tune. With a sigh Glenn waves his stone hand dismissively.
"Oh well, I'll figure something out."
Also, are you going to put me out of business if I open up a store based primarily on masterwork weaponry?
Glenn! I'm in need of a new ship - what can you offer me? I'm thinking maybe darkwood, or a way to make it fly...something to avoid oversized squids.
A pixie suddenly becomes visible.
I've just inherited a great deal of money, and I want to outfit myself. I'm going to want swords, and swords, and, well, swords...
(I'll try to finish the character in the next few days...a pixie Paladin of Freedom.)
Oh well, anybody mind if I host the Guild of Seafarers here until we have enough folk to merit our own building?
"Weeeeellll hello folks! Knew that sign'd get you people to come outta the woodwork. Now lets see, I'll need a list from the fairy so I can have that work started. As for you madame... well, what would you like? I can do many things, I AM an expert craftsman you know. Legendary I dare say. Like my arms, made em myself, both at the same time, had to do I assure you, very hard! As for a ship, I can make it fly, I can make it PRANCE if you'd like."
She catches sight of some of his swords.
Ooh, and I wouldn't mind adding a few more bells and whistles to my Blade, here.
She currently has a normal longship with three 'bays of holding' in it. Maybe add some darkwood portions, enchant it to go faster and/or fly...
Also, her rapier is a +1 Keen Rapier of Spell Storing. Maybe make it Thundering, or Shocking Burst, or just add another +1 or +2 to the bonus.
Your weapon, of course, I can work quite easily, just tell me what you would like done to it."
And I'm afraid my sword will have to wait as well, unless I can talk those Paladins into giving me back my donation - they haven't done a single thing with the money, far as I can tell.
Oh, and who needs a Hat of Disguise?
She bows and in a twinkling looks like an orc.
(Weeks is of course in-game terms. How long it will actually take is completely dependant on how long a week would be considered to be in-game.)
Ouch
She frowns at him, pulling off her ring. She is, indeed, a middle-aged quarter-drow.
Well, in that case, how much of an enhancement can you add for 10,000 gold?
(It's currently a +3 item.)
Also, I never said you weren't pretty, but the orc-look is quite terrifying. I've heard how they yeehoo, whoohoo, yahaa and its terrifying. I would prefer to keep bones in tact thank you very much."
Normally 10k wouldn't get you any +1 bonuses, but thankfully there are some sub-+1 bonuses in the Magic Item compendium
(What is Glenn, btw? I thought he was an orc. Or is that just most of your other characters?)
I've got it!
The pixie holds up a large, shining greatsword for about a second before it crashes to the floor. He sighs.
Guess I won't be breaking the arrow-shooting pixie stereotype anytime soon. What can you do about a Flaming Holy Bow of Distance and Speed? And I'm going to want some shiny daggers, at least, and some other standard-type items...I'll go for the best you've got if I can afford it, if not I'll take second-best on a few of them.
The bow is a +8
Silver Daggers, Cloak of Charisma (+6), Periapt of Wisdom (+6), Gloves of Dexterity (+6), Bracers of Armor (+8), Circlet of Persuasion, Amulet of Natural Armor (+5)
If you're just doing half-price I can calculate it all myself.
He turns from the pixie and looks back to shar, removing his helmet and setting it down he rolls his shoulders.
"Lets see, lets see... underwater hm? That WOULD be good for a Kraken hunt. I believe I can do that for only one thousand. Anything else you'd like before I get to the fairy hm?"
(Ah right, your character showed up for the last of the half prices, Orcy will have to re-price a few things. Also, Glenn is 100% human. Hes just covered from head to toe in metal armor and has one arm made of stone, another a long red arm with eight inch claws on the end.)
And I'd like to make my rapier Frosted as well, and making it collapsible and able to blind my enemies, slow them down, and rust-free would also be nice. I have some rather eclectic ambitions.
Oh, and...
She slips the ring on again and turns into a twin of Glenn. She chuckles.
I love this thing.
Glenn scribbles something down on a piece of paper and whistles. An erinyes with subtle draconic features steps out from the back room and walks over. He hands the paper to her and motions toward the pixie. The Erinyes walks over and holds up the paper.
Note to Pixie: Total price 177,272gp
(two silver daggers, 177,422gp for two masterworked)
He hands over 177, 422 gp.
Sounds lovely...would the darkwood plating still be about 30,000 or is that less now too, Mr. Pretty?
Now she changes into a female version of him, grinning immensely.
Oh, and I should probably ask if you have any shipping needs...might increase your custom if you travel every once in a while. Or if you have any bulk orders.
He looks back to shar and nods.
"I'm prettier now. Lets see... the darkwood plating I suppose isn't usually reduced as greatly as some of the things I make. But I think I'll give you the discount on it since you are buying so much. I'll outfit the whole thing for twenty two thousand."
Glenn waves his arms as the Erinyes comes back to sit at his side, he shrugs and settles his unnatural arms down on the counter infront of him.
"As for the traveling thing, I get around sometimes when I'm up for it. But theres been a lot of work lately. Of course, I don't need to do it myself I can create plenty of workers that can do the work for me so I could get out a bit more and travel around."
The pixie vanishes, wearing all his new items.
Here you are, sir.
She hands over 68,250 gold pieces.
Unless, of course, you'd like me to keep the amount for passage. Why stay in one place when you can see the world, I always say. Anyway, I'll expect to see you or your workers at the docks to outfit my ship, at the least. I'll be down there.
She unbuckles her rapier scabbard and hands it to him, and leaves with a flourish of her normal coat.
"Mongo, Kitara, lets go!"
He walks out the door and into the hand of a huge stone golem, being lifted to it's shoulder he sits himself down on one side, the Erinyes landing and sitting on the other side of the Golem.
Shar grins.
That'll be four silvers for your whole group there for every mile...unless that golem weighs more than a ton...or you can sail as long as you like and I'll determine an amount whenever you wish to disembark.
Oh, and I'm going to wait for the plating to be done before sailing; don't think I could stand to see her broken up like that again.
"Alright, I want these used to outfit the ship here with some plating. Shouldn't take too long at all, but if problems arise... well, they won't."
Glenn then climbs back onto the golem's shoulder as the wood begins lifting itself off the ground, tools flying about and doing the work without Glenn lifting a hand. He turns and heads back over toward Shar.
"Well, that should take care of itself. As for passage, I hadn't actually intended on taking passage on the ship. Hmm... lets see... this big guy weighs in at about thirty thousand pounds. So I don't know how good he would be on a ship."
Where's this? I was doing a once over on the ship.
He notices the giant golem.
(Meh, close enough)NEW BROTHER!
"Well hello there tiny warforged with crazy look in eyes. I am Glenn! Master craftsman and artifex! This is Mongo, and the lovely 'lady' on the other side is Kitara."
Ialwayswantedtomakebrothersandsisterscanyouhelpmehuhhuhplease?
He gives you the
at the end of it.Glenn waves around his Protean Scourge arm, waving the claws about elaborately as he rants on. The blue gems located as the eyes of his helm flicker now and then as he speaks.
But is that a yes or a no to the passage, then?
And that's some fancy work you're doing.
Shar observes the proceedings with approval.
He climbs the golem and tackle hugs Glenn.
Oh, I got this schema, if you wanna look at it.
He pulls out a schema of unseen crafter.
Cool, huh?
"Yes, indeed that would be what I just did there. Quite useful, quite useful indeed. I have to remember to make myself a statue that summons those buggers whenever I want. Would make it so much easier not to have to use all of my own tricks to do it woudln't it?"
Glenn rubs his helmet's chin peice with his scourge hand and then raises one overly long finger into the air.
"Oh! Want to see something cool?"
Glancing over to Shar, Glenn shrugs.
"I'm not much of a ship builder, its not really my sepcialty."
To the question of wanting to see something cool
Do I ever!
He begins nodding enthusiastically.
Hang on-I think Common Sense would wanna see it, too.
He opens the chest compartment and takes out his morningstar.
"PULL!"
The Golem hurls the board into the air and the entire front section of Glenn's arm moves backward, the ball flying out of the hole with high velocity as the peice thrusts forward. The ball sails through the air and slams into the board.
"Ah... I never get to use that enough."
Meh, I've seen better.
HOLY!
Morningstar goes holy and begins cursing, before going back in the compartment.
I can't do that...but I can do this...
A lid behind his eyes rises, showing a lantern behind it. Numerous parts of him open, revealing tools of all kinds, and lock picks come out of his fingers.
Not much, but I like it. Can you show me how to install one of those shooters in my arm?
Glenn rubs his chin and looks the warforged over. Poking at one of his arms he starts doing calculations in his head.
"It might be possible."
Everything closes as he moves his other hand to the elbow and spins the arm at the elbow. It unscrews easily enough. Then he disassembles it and quickly removes some parts that are there simply to hold space for items.
Now, where did I put my spare...
He begins going through his chest compartment, reaching further into it than should be possible.
(Edited previous post; I got the numbers a place off.)
He reassembles his arm, minus the parts that he removed earlier, and reattaches it.
right, well, there's still that kraken, too.
Glenn raises his hand and a large serpentine dragon head lifts up from below the waters. The gargantuan creature looks down at the ground with emotionless eyes and awaits commands.
Sea Drake, known for crushing ships with their massive bodies. Of course, this ones just an effigy. Orcy made them for the temple of the damned, which reminds him... what do you all think about Glenn reclaiming the effigies from the guilds that no longer exist here. Orcy could roll a 50% chance for each one to still be in tact or something of that sort. He just hates to see all that energy (xp) go to waste. Effigies have a higher xp cost than most items.
(Eh...I guess it depends on whether you're going to use Glenn for any kind of 'side' in the wars; everyone and everything is starting over, it seems. But it also seems like you keep very careful track of stats, so I doubt you would abuse the ability.)
Also, I think I might have a comission for you...an item of awaken construct. Its what Shiny'll do to whatever he makes, anyway.)
Thankfully, super ADD means he missed the part about Waken. Though he did catch the part about kraken.
Well, what about putting copper tracery on the sides with insulation protecting the ship? That way, you could run an electric current around the ship without harming it or anything onboard.
Rate: 1sp/mile each for Glenn and Kitara, 3gp/mile for Mongo
Glenn waves another hand, a second draconic head rising out of the water on the other side of the ship. The two things open their mouths and let out a loud roar. He nods and claps his hands enthusiasticly.
(Yep, been waiting to finish up all the business I've got going at the moment so I can post it up without having to modify too soon after. Of course, Glenn always needs modification because hes always making something else and doing something. It is possible that Orcy has a list of the GoUE's old items and whatnot as well. He keeps his character sheet here on his computer, so he has the entire list of Glenn's items and whatnot. As for 'sides' Glenn rarely takes sides unless hes being paid VERY well. As it says on his character sheet, he doesn't really worship any good or evil beings, he worships the Almighty coin. Glenn is a man driven by money, he may have a concience, but its hard to see through all those shiney coins.)
His eyes widen.
There's a place with more people like me? And they're called warforged? This celebration will require hats.
(He's actually from a random Toril instead of Eberron, where he is the first of his kind and the only one who knows how to make more. Though the use of Eberronian ideas could do well...
If you've got the list of stuff the GoUE got, I'd appreciate it.)
(Orcy will look through his things and see if he can locate them. He did find old doccumentation on what items Glenn took apart and from who, which is always a good thing since it gives him more craft reserve to use. Also, what are we using on time-wise here? The weapons and whatnot will take a few days, should we just jump ahead from that or is there a set time for that?)
So I've got a sibling here? BEST. APPRENTICESHIP. EVER!
Still chibi, he begins
, before remembering that people need hats for this amount of awesome. And so off he goes, to "borrow" hats, from which he quickly returns and begins placing them on the heads of everyone present. Then he resumes the chibi .This shop is lined with creatures large and small. These creatures appear to be fully living, until taking a closer look. Upon this closer inspection it is obvious that these creatures are made of some sort of clockwork parts. Their bodies are fake, and they do not move without command. A sign rests on the wall behind a desk. Glenn, the owner of the shop sits behind the counter, working on one thing or another. A closer look at the sign will allow the viewer to read the following.
Effigies:
Size:
Tiny (250gp)
Small (500gp)
Medium (1,000gp)
Large (2,000gp)
Huge (5,000gp)
Gargantuan (10,000gp)
Colossal (25,000gp)
Hit Dice:
1-5 (HDx700)
6-10 (HDx800)
11-15 (HDx900gp)
16+ (HDx1000gp)
Templates:
Add 1000gp per CR added
Magic Weapons:
75% of the magical weapon's cost
Other Items:
75% of base price
Note: Magical item trades are accepted and worth 75% of their base price.
Protection will be satisfactory payment until the kraken is dead. After that - well, I may not always wish to have two large escorts, so it may not always be a benefit - after that, we may reconsider.
How many cabins will you be wanting? Two, three?
Shar glances between Glenn and Kitara.
As the Dracotaurs (what are those?) hold the sails in place, Shar's crew scurries up and down the rigging, tying them appropriately.
(She's not above a bit of mercantile haggling of her own.)
"One will be fine, Kitara isn't real. Shes an effigy you see, hard to tell, I'm really quite good. It just helps to have body guards, pretty ones work particularly well against some forms of bandits and whatnot. Mongo and Kitara can rest in the cargo hold if you have the room, if not, on deck or wherever you might need them. Mongo's quite strong and I'm sure he can help carry things and whatnot while hes on the ship."
Dracotaur
Shar buckles on her rapier and experimentally folds it up and snaps it out again; she jumps in the water and tries a few moves there and reemerges perfectly dry; she spars for a moment with her First Mate and notices with satisfaction that both blades are coated with ice.
Nice, good work.
Shar starts to lead him onto the ship and to his cabin.
Oh, forgive me! I'd forgotten for a moment that the kraken stripped this place bare.
She sends some of her crew out to buy 1,000 gold worth of supplies and furnishings.
There, much better.
Glenn's cabin is now elaborately furnished in purple and orange.
Seeing the warforged, Shiny goes over and climbs on the dracotaur effigy while saying.
You're the person like me? Cool! This's the first time I've ever met another person like us!
He looks around.
So, got anything I could help with?
"Nope, not sure of anyplace exporting anything, unless I need some things shipped to some customers. But at the moment I don't have anything that needs shipping anywhere. Perhaps that will change after meeting some of the folks that are out and about these days."
Meanwhile the warforged glances down at Shiny. He looks him over and nods.
"Yes, I am warforged. You have never seen another? That is strange indeed, our kind are plentiful after the wars. Of course, there are few creation forges left as well."
"We were created for war. The perfect soldier who needs no sleep or food. We can continue fighting when most would be too tired to do so. Mass produced to fight a wars for our creators."
Glenn meanwhile heads up onto the ship followed by Kitara and Mongo. Making sure Mongo is secure in the hold as the ship's enhancements are finished on the outside. Kitara stays on deck, by the door to the lower level or to Glenn's cabin, whichever is on deck. Glenn procedes to drop a few things off in his room before coming back on deck.
Where was this? Toril had no mention of this at all...and I was the only one of us completed when my father died. So I'm not a type of kender...
He's lost in the memory of shiny buttons for a minute, before he snaps out of it.
I think that makes you my cousin, then. Gotta make my own siblings, I guess.
"Perhaps, it would be interesting to see if you can accomplish the creation of a warforged without a creation forge. Good luck."
He waits for Shiny to dismount the dracotaur then nods to the two of them, both moving off back toward Glenn's Mechana.
Hm...I can pull off the body, I just need the spark...
Then he remembers something.
...by the monkey, it just might be possible.
"Ah, well now that the fit of madness is over. Shall we be on our way? I'll need to stop by the Guild of Ultimate evil at some point, they're always looking to buy something. Know anybody else that would be looking for some defensive structures, maybe magical cannons of blasty doom? Oooh! Maybe seige ballista, slow, but powerful. Hmm... yes..."
Glenn mumbles to himself below his helmet, going on about various things he could create to shoot things that come too close to a structure.
He goes and pats a sea drake effigy on the nose.
"Well, when shall we be on the way oh captain my captain?"
If you're all set we can leave now.
Winds, become easterly!
A heavy breeze billows into the new sails, the anchor is raised, and the ship sets off.
((You can post where we'll be stopping I suppose since it is your ship.))
"That can't be a good thing."
"I've done it! I can make beautiful music!"
Glenn begins by humming a fairly off tune note or two. He then places the pick against the instrument and begins playing. Suprisingly, it sounds far better than it should sound.
Perform check: 21
Guess not.
Shiny begins clapping.
Perform check: 25
((Of course, the DC is 18, which Glenn can make on a 1 so Orcy doesn't need to roll (method to his madness) but he felt like rolling anyway.))
(And I finally finished my homework - two papers! - so Night all.)
He thinks about something, pulls out a book of items, and says
You should add a pearly okimono of the sea dragon to the Blade, Shar. It increases hull hardness, reduces chances of capsizing, and makes people better sailors.
(When affixed to a water vessel, it adds +5 to profession sailor checks, increases ship hardness by 5, and halves capsizing chances in rough water. Normal cost is 7500 gp. Dragon Magic)
*Goes and buys pearly okimono.*
What's repay? I just normally borrow stuff...Howabout free rides on the ship?
"RISE!"
With great strain the entire mass moves and shifts, floating upward. It moves onward toward the sky and stops about ten feet above the ground before Glenn falls over. Lying on the ground his breathing is heavy, his chestplate rising and falling quickly.
Bards are so all-purpose.
Then Shar jumps up ten feet, hoists herself over the edge, and wanders around the new city.
Glenn sits up and groans, obviously exhausted. He grumbles as he stands up slowly, pulling out his whistle he calls down a purple wyrm. Motioning toward the creautre with a clawed hand.
"Well... who wants to... have a tour?"
(Fine then.) Shar jumps up ten feet and touches the 'ceiling.'
Oh, you feeling okay or would a little more healing help?
Glenn heads over and climbs on top of the effigy. Waiting for shar and likely shiney as well to climb onto the purple worm, Glenn gives the command and it takes off into the air. Swooping down after a quick circling of the city and landing on top of a large set of docks. Glen slides off and sighs happily as his feet touch the docks.
"Ah... quite nice if I do say so myself!"
((Orcy is busy mapping things out, and having a bit of difficulty having found a few too many rooms drawn in, despite his careful calculations... oh well, he'll work something out.))
(Meh, no problem. I'm leaving now to playtest a friend's new races, anyway.)
"I think... I shall call it... Glenndria!"
Shiny uses the worm effigy like a slide.
Whee!
Glenn motions toward a huge shop with intricate designs carved along the front and a statue of a man wearing armor much like himself standing outside. The statue however is far more muscular than Glenn himself.
Upper Glenndria
Lower Glenndria
Show
1: Guard Post
2: Bath (Fancy)
3: Basic Shop (Un-rented)
4: Basic Shop (Un-rented)
5: Luxury Auditorium
6: Basic Shop (Un-rented)
7: Basic Shop (Un-rented)
8: Armory (fancy)
9: Guard Post
10: Workplace
11: Smithy (Fancy)
12: Bedroom Suite (luxury)
13: Luxury Library
14: Bedroom (basic)
15: Bedroom (basic)
16: Workplace
17: Shop (Luxury): Glenn's Mechana
18: Luxury Courtyard
19: Dining Hall (Restaurant)
20: Warden's Office
21: Alchemical Laboratory
22: Prison Cell
23: Guard Post
24: Storage (Fancy)
25: Room (fancy)
26: Luxury Tavern
27: Dining Hall (Restaurant)
28: Room (fancy)
29: Prison Cell
30: Guard Post
31: Dock, Extended
32: Kitchen (part of Restaurant: 27)
33: Well of Flying (between Upper and Lower Glenndria)
34: Guard post
35: Room (fancy)
36: Room (fancy)
37: Room (fancy)
38: Throne Room (fancy)
39: Room (fancy)
40: Room (fancy)
41: Room (fancy)
42: Restaurant (Dining Hall)
43: Room (fancy)
44: Fancy Kitchen
45: Room (fancy)
46: Servant's Quarters
47: Fancy Dining Hall
48: Fancy Bath
2: Bath (Fancy)
3: Basic Shop (Un-rented)
4: Basic Shop (Un-rented)
5: Luxury Auditorium
6: Basic Shop (Un-rented)
7: Basic Shop (Un-rented)
8: Armory (fancy)
9: Guard Post
10: Workplace
11: Smithy (Fancy)
12: Bedroom Suite (luxury)
13: Luxury Library
14: Bedroom (basic)
15: Bedroom (basic)
16: Workplace
17: Shop (Luxury): Glenn's Mechana
18: Luxury Courtyard
19: Dining Hall (Restaurant)
20: Warden's Office
21: Alchemical Laboratory
22: Prison Cell
23: Guard Post
24: Storage (Fancy)
25: Room (fancy)
26: Luxury Tavern
27: Dining Hall (Restaurant)
28: Room (fancy)
29: Prison Cell
30: Guard Post
31: Dock, Extended
32: Kitchen (part of Restaurant: 27)
33: Well of Flying (between Upper and Lower Glenndria)
34: Guard post
35: Room (fancy)
36: Room (fancy)
37: Room (fancy)
38: Throne Room (fancy)
39: Room (fancy)
40: Room (fancy)
41: Room (fancy)
42: Restaurant (Dining Hall)
43: Room (fancy)
44: Fancy Kitchen
45: Room (fancy)
46: Servant's Quarters
47: Fancy Dining Hall
48: Fancy Bath
And the kraken? Yes. It took six people to take down the one, so we might need one or two more, but the sooner we catch the vile thing the better.
But, eh, you're good at fighting too? You seem a bit sedentary to me.
But feel free to take a nap if you want. I'm going to head back to the Blade, send out some messages, see if I can get people to help with the hunt.
(In other words, first dibs on the hunt to those who were in the first fight; after two days it'll be open to anyone, and if it isn't filled by people from last time I'm capping it at four.)
"These two will carry you down when you are ready. I'll leave the city here for the time being so you can get back down without a problem."
Glenn heads over to the door just to the side of the park. Opening it as he passes another statue he heads inside.
The next day, she looks to see if the floating city is still there.
Where are you off to, you big narcissist?
(We always notice our own faults most clearly in others.)
She goes up to Glenn and knocks on the helmet: I said, Where are you going, you big narcissist?
(And...good night, all.)
Glenn scratches the chin of his helmet.
"Second, I'm not sure how you managed to climb on up here, but oh well! It would appear you have a dancers grace! Personally I'm not that flexible, perhaps its the heavy armor. As for where I am going, I'm not sure. I thought maybe over King's Pyre for a bit, after all thats where the Kraken thing happened isn't it? Would be beneficial to get on over there so I can be prepared!"
She makes her rope perform tricks in the air.
King's Pyre sounds good; frankly I don't have much business at the moment so I'm just sailing around looking for interesting people. And you're quite a character, so I'll stick around a bit longer, at least. How fast does this place go, by the way?
Glenn turns and looks out the transparent wall with a nod of his helmed head. After a moment the door swings open and a small, horribly ugly little man with a hammer in one hand shuffles into the room. He heads over to Glenn and hodlds up a number of gems. Clapping enthusiastically, Glenn takes the gems one by one. He attatches one to the front of his armor and it melds in seamlessly. He takes each of the others and attatches one to the back of each of his construct limbs.
"Well, that should help a bit with the hunt for this powerful Leviathan."
A pause.
You know what, I'd actually like to stay myself. You must have some interesting stories about these parts, and I'm always looking for more stories. At the end I may even treat you to a narrative version of whatever you tell me.
"Well my dear, have a seat. What is it exactly you would like to hear of about these parts. I've a number of stories, and I've met many interesting individuals. The Lord of the Damned Sargatanas, Lady Ashariana and Prince William of the Stormhand Federation, the many various dark entities dwelling within the Guild of Ultimate Evil... I've known noble men such as Arcanus Moonlight of Ghashmal Keep, and the goodly, but misguided Silmar... Silmnor... Silimna... one of those from the Guild of Pure good. Plenty of people, plenty of events. Many things have happened here and there. I can tell you many things of this world, or of anything else I may know if you so desire. We've a long way to go and some time to spend."
Stormhand Federation sounds fun. What do they do, make storms? I may have to have a word with them if they still exist, then.
Oh, and it probably wouldn't hurt to know about the wars of the past.
Shar sits back, relaxed but with a deep brightness under the surface at the prospect of a story.
Oh! Let me just make sure Shiny's not commandeering my ship.
She jumps up to investigate the Noumenal Blade, wherever Glenn's keeping it, then returns for the story.
(Sorry to be going so soon, but it is rather late.)
Glenn speaks openly about the events that unfolded, his face showing emotions most wouldn't expect from his typical mad demeanor. He smiles as he speaks and frowns as he speaks of the King's death and mystical manipulation. He sighs as he finishes and smiles at Shar.
"I could explain more of the wars as well if you'd like. Though they typically did not last too long. Mostly tensions building until a battle broke out and some figure stepped in to try and end things. Really, battles should be allowed to be fought. The continual building of tensions between nations, while profitable for me, isn't the best of things, as they will eventually boil over far worse than they could have been."
It's a shame nothing spectacular happened, and rather more of a shame that people got hurt in between when nothing really came of it.
So, tell me about the Guild of Ultimate Evil. Do they often change rulers? And, er, do people tend to scry on each other much around here? I hate mind-magics. Pretty magic, song magic, even blasting magic are fine. But mind-reading, manipulation, scrying...
Shar shivers just a little.
"You see these? Inscriptions of Falsehood. When one attempts to scry into this chamber, they see an image of my choosing. The image of my choosing for this particular room is me standing infront of the throne running an aerobics course for a number of effigies. Thought it would be a good laugh, at least I'm laughing!"
Glenn grins and tilts his head back in a laugh. He slaps his knee and sighs.
"Ah... but the guild of ultimate evil. A funny name for them since they've never really been THAT bad compared to some individuals. They are... typically a stable group. Funny to say that about them since they're number are mostly killers and psychotics with a love of destroying things. My theory on the subject is that they know what can happen when an evil group is divided. It tends to end with their destruction because the good forces work together to destroy them. Not the case here. Ghashmal Keep and the Guild of Pure Good were constantly butting heads. Both good organizations, one for the people, and one for the crusade. At least, that is how they tended to come across, though sometimes I think its just because Silmina, the leader of the Guild of Pure Good, was a crusading... eh... well, she was a crusader more than a defender. Anyway, back to the Guild of Ultimate Evil. They have been run by a number of Incarnations of Thasis the Evil for years and his subordinate Crowley at times has taken leadership responsibility as well. Amongst these years they have had numerous shadowy beasts calling themselves Skygge about. The first was a particularly dreadful fellow who would kill for a wrong glance. In fact, the current beastie I hear is lurking about is one of his servants if you believe him. The guild has housed many madmen and many who claimed to be the ultimate beings of evil and devilry. However, they've caused few battles as a whole.
The first war, while angers and tempers ran high, was set upon by the Droga of the Black Fang clan. A Droga is a sort of leader-god-figure amongst skygge. He was a ruthless creature that killed many in the Green Wonder's arena. Eventually the Arena grew too small for his liking and he took war to the Half Elves. The leader of these half elves was also a crusader, apparently believing that all half elves were pure and just where all other sorts of creatures were tainted. So the story goes at least, she was a mad woman. This Droga beast loved the thought of destroying her and her people. The wars ended when some strange 'god magic' of sorts interfered with the fighting. Artifacts sprang from the ground to defend the woman, quite strange.
The Second wars were brought on by Sargatanas, the Lord of the Damned. An undead being who was quite ancient if memory serves. He gathered evil beings to him and summoned an army of undead to walk the land, killing his enemies. The first to fall were the Royal Guard of Tyannor herself, and their territory was confiscated by the Lord of the Damned. He formed the building in his own image and called it... you guessed it, the Temple of the Damned. I designed the magical protections myself for that one. Terrible place, too many walking corpses, but a job is a job, and he wasn't mad enough to assault me. He was however mad enough to believe that he should rule the world. His belief was that under his rule, wether as mindless undead or willing, living beings, the world would be a better place. Free of abuse and racism, free of prejudice. This is what he claimed at least, what the truth is we'll never know, he was killed before his goals could come together. After his death, a bounty was placed on the head of Silimna, leader of the Guild of Pure good, and she went into hiding. The Guild of Ultimate evil thought to set fire to the swamp she was hiding in, but their tactic never panned out. That was effectively the end of the second wars."
(Also, the GoUE's been run by multiple incarnations of Thasis and Crowley.)
I didn't see any Thasis around at the Guild of Ultimate Evil - in fact, it seemed rather empty. What does he look like? But I have run into this Skygge - he showed up on King's Pyre and tried to obstruct one of my deliveries.
Well, this time around I'm going to do all I can to make it a spectacular fight, hopefully with a decisive winner, too.
She looks around.
Exercises?
She smirks.
Sounds like you plan to help the good guys, can be dangerous, very dangerous. Personally I can't take sides because its a terrible business practice to work only for the good guys or only for the bad guys. I'm not really interested in wars. But if someone were to decide that I was their enemy, well, I'd come down on them like a tidal wave! Thankfull I haven't had to put the effort into doing anything of the sort yet. Its messy work you know. Terrible business but sometimes it has to be done."
Glenn looks around the room and shrugs.
"It seemed like the most ironic thing I could come up with for people trying to spy on me. But then again I suppose exercise with effigies would keep the gears a moving and the joints loose."
Shar rises as if giving a speech to a much larger audience. Then, she abruptly sits back down.
I intend to remain neutral; as you heard, I offered shipping to both sides.
Glenn smiles and leans back in his chair, putting his hands behind his head and nodding.
Shar looks him over.
But I suppose everyone is different. How long ago did all this happen? You appear to be quite young to have supplied the last two great wars.
And another personal question: what do you intend to do with all the money? For myself, it's nice to have a little money to throw around for style, and plenty to keep my ship and my crew in top order, be able to buy anything I need at a moment's notice, and rest assured that when I'm old I'll be amply provided for. But why do you want it?
"Well first... I do not look old enough to supply the last two great wars because I didn't supply both of the wars. I was only around for the second, and whatever may happen now I suppose. The first I hear of through rumor and legend and that kind of thing.
Money. Money makes the world go round. At least, thats what I've always been told, and it seems quite appropriate. Why do I want it? Security perhaps... persuit of creation is another reason. I want to discover more, to make more. I want to create legendary objects that the world will remember for all time. I'm no Noble Knight from stories of old, riding into battle on the back of a great steed. Instead, I'm the blacksmith who forges the legendary sword used by the hero. On the other hand, I'm also the forger of the antagonist's legendary armor that cannot be cut, except by the sword forged for the hero. I suppose that could be the reason, to be remembered and not have to be the one out there doing all the fighting. That isn't to say I can't fight if I wanted to, but it isn't my favorite thing.
Wondrous acts? We're sitting in one. How many do you know who have built a city, and with their abilities raised it into the air and gave it flight? Not many I would wager. Rather empty at the moment, but that will change I'm sure. When the guilds go to war once again, people will need a place to stay, people who do not want to be caught up in the wars. What place more safe than a flying city? The wonders I can do to protect this city are many. Really, I'm not sure why I do it. I enjoy building, I enjoy the works of magical creation. I take pride in my work as any blacksmith would. But why beyond that? I'm not sure, I suppose it is a combination of everything."
Glenn leans back in his chair and sighs, looking around at the magnificent structure around him. He looks out through the transparent wall at the sea below the city and shrugs silently.
You really sure this room is protected from scrying? Well, here goes...
(PM)
An' your gonna help me create my siblings, right? A new race?
"You know, I'm going to have to disassemble some of those effigies, they're not doing a very good job of watching for intruders since everyone seems to be just walking on past and through the entire city to get here."
Glenn shakes his head and sighs.
"But I can show you how to build eh... 'brothers' I suppose. They won't really be sentient if you build them, its hard to create a construct with sentience. Though I'm pretty close at the moment. I could probably accomplish the feat if I wanted to do so actually. Would be good to have some intelligent guardians."
And to Glenn
I'm supposed ta be sneaky, I'm a dungeon delver too. An don't worry, I've got an idea. An' it can use the effigies!
He taps a few spots on his head, and they sink. He pushes the little smiley face in the middle of his head, and something goes "click". He opens up a hidden chest compartment, and you see something...glowy. Something that has never been seen in a warforged before, at least not so tangibly. A soul.
We jus' need to figure out how to split this.
(Remember, you brought Shiny here. You never checked to see if he left, after all.)
How about we all go upstairs while I get Shiny something to eat?
The two of us are rather sneakier than most - but if you want to keep people out, why do you make yourself visible down here? It's only a temptation to explore until you've found all the interesting things - and a big guy on a throne with two grotesque arms and a suit of metal and devil-women is quite interesting almost any way you look at it.
And you might get more company if you don't hide yourself away. But that is a different point.
So, I've heard your stories, though I'm sure you've left out some of your colorful customers. But are you interested in hearing mine?
Glenn stands up from the chair he is sitting in and picks up his helmet. He dons the helemt once again and extrands one of his 'grotesque arms' to Shar.
"Well madame, I offer you a hand if it isn't too terrifying to you. Then we may be on to the upper levels of the city. There, I shall shed this metal cage of mine and we can have your stories. After all, who wants to tell stories to a man clad head to toe in combat armor?"
It seemed like such a good idea to me.
As to him taking off the armor
What's wrong with his arms? I think they look cool.
(Told you Shiny's special. I'll explain how in his backstory.)
I may not be a Paladin but it takes a good deal more than that to scare me. I've seen a lot.
She reaches out to take his hand, then stops and looks at him a moment, shrugs and takes it anyway.
(I would roll a Sense Motive here, but that's usually not the best way to handle things between PCs...)
They get to the upper levels, and Shar tells her cook to make a dessert.
I've learned not to be any more specific than that. He's so possessive.
After half an hour, the cook brings out a huge chocolate cake with raspberry jam filling. Shar gives Shiny a big piece, offers some to Glenn, gets a piece to herself, and gives the rest to her crew. She settles down on a bench.
Well, this is a good one. The Noumenal Blade was first owned by the magistrate of a medium-sized port city down near the Drow-lands. An ill-favored fellow; he underpaid his crew and mostly imported the drugs he was supposed to be keeping out of the city. Well, me and a few of my mates figured we'd relieve him of the vessel, relieve the town of him, and make a start for ourselves, all in one blow. We snuck onto the ship at night and killed him without too much trouble, but we hadn't figured on his grown son being there too. That boy assumed the post of his father right off, called the Watch, and subdued and arrested the lot of us. But he was a good-hearted fellow, and after we'd worked off the worth of the ship, he gave it back to us. You still remember that, Janine?
Her first mate nods.
He was a philosopher, that boy was, and I renamed the ship the Noumenal Blade, not just the Blade, after leaving him.
Shar smiles and finishes her cake.
"A drug dealer hm? I assume the son knew his father's nature and that is why he allowed you to leave after working? Elsewise I imagine he would have sought revenge for his father's death. A good ship, though I don't tend to have many shipping needs. You've had a number of adventures aboard it I am sure, but you say after leaving him. Does that suggest you were eh... friends, or did you just have to work for the young man in manual labor and whatnot?"
Glenn finishes off his cake, ensuring his hands are clean he runs his scourge arm through his hair. Rolling his shoulders he stretches out his muscles a bit, not being one to be out of his armor that often.
So what happened to the son after that?
And what happened to him after? I heard he married the governor's daughter and was trying to forge an alliance with one of the more reasonable Drow priestesses. It's a small town; I haven't much cause to go there; that's why I left. But Shiny, don't eat the fork. Cook will get angry, and you don't want to see him angry.
Shar looks at Glenn's new get-up.
But why would you be so concerned whether we were friends or not? I have lots of friends.
Glenn shrugs and leans back on the bench, tapping the top with a stone finger. Leaning forward he points toward Shar with one of his eight inch clawed fingers on the Scourge arm.
"So tell me... what brings you to this land? Most people have stories on how they came to be in Tyrannor. I'd like to hear more of yours. I must say I find the eh... ship life fascinating, I was going to say pirate but I'm not so sure you actually do any pirating."
And why would I advertise if I was a pirate? But I came here because I'd heard tell that Tyranor was a great city with a thriving Merchant's Guild but not much in the way of shipping; plenty of work for me, whether I'm honest or a pirate. Or perhaps a little of both.
Besides, one can only sail around the world so many times before even that gets a little old, eh? I'd heard there were portals to other places around here, though I haven't tried any yet.
(Going now.)
So you were born here? Always been here?
Glenn flexes his construct arms and makes a 'grr' face, then grins and laughs.
I know what you mean. I could probably learn a bit more magic if I put my mind to it, but I've put most of my effort into learning to sail and learning to be a leader. At this point, I can pilot the ship through a squall in my sleep. Which happens sometimes.
Say, can I take one of the airships for a spin? I wonder how different it is from normal piloting.
Glenn raises a finger to accent his last comment then blinks. He puts the finger to his lips and makes a thoughtful noise.
"You know, that was rather grim."
Shar jumps through the air, spreading her coat as if to fly.
You know the one thing I've neglected to do is ever buy something that flies. I love the idea; I guess it's just that those who are born with wings seem far more fit for it.
Flying, I tend to leave that to my creations. Just seems like far too much of a bother to do it myself. Flying purple worms are good for that, not only easy to ride, but intimidating! I could of course make some wings to use... but nah."
I'm sure me and some pilot could figure it out between us.
(She does have +35 to Sailing checks...and it doesn't say that it applies only to marine vessels.)
Glenn waves a hand and calls over the warforged that works his shop when he isn't there.
"I need you to find a pilot that can show the lady a thing or two about piloting an airship."
The warforged nods and turns, heading off around the corner into the city. Glenn stretches and turns back toward Shar.
"Well, we'll have to wait for him to bring us one back now."
((Piloting an airship requires a Profession (pilot) check instead of a (sailing) check))
While they wait...
So, why'd you make those arms? I mean, I know you can use them as weapons and all that, but you could just hold weapons in your natural hands.
"Well, I suppose that would be something much better than these. However... I didn't have natural arms when I had these attatched. I invented the construct grafts to be used for those who lost a limb and needed a new arm. I had one remaining in storage from an unfinished effigy when an unfortunate accident robbed me of my own limbs. A twist of fate I suppose, and rather ironic now that I think of it. But, after the first was attatched, and I managed to stop the blood loss, I slowly crafted another limb with the arm I had... and well, now I am how you see me. I suppose I could replace them, change them and make them more human. But then they wouldn't be very good as weapons. I figure if I'm going to have them I might as well make them useful."
Or isn't there some kind of Ring of Regeneration or something like that?
But I apologize; my questioning is getting a bit familiar. I could tell you another story if you'd prefer.
Shar backs up, looking around to see if the pilot is coming.
Or, if you're so confident in your combat abilities, perhaps you'd like to demonstrate?
Shar flicks out her rapier and begins lazily drawing complex patterns in the air.
You seem a fine conversant; I wouldn't have guessed it. No, actually, I take that back. You've been acting with such pomp and ceremony I was afraid for a while there that you wanted to be my beau; I can't imagine why since I'm a bit older than you. But this is a much better explanation. Don't grow out of it, though. I could get used to a little courtesy.
Hmm, dulled sensations.
She appears to be thinking about it for a moment.
Can't say I'd trade you. I like everything as immediate as possible, preferably pleasure but including pain.
(Looked at her age again; apparently she's a little younger than I remembered, and probably still has the elf maturity delay at least a little bit...but she's still 34.)
Glenn sighs and taps the top of the bench with his stone hand in a nervous fashion. He clears his throat and looks around.
"So eh... where did that warforged get off to? I'd think he should be coming back... heh."
((In all actuallity their ages aren't that far apart. Glenn was 25 when Orcy made the character, he isn't sure how long has passed since the last guild wars however, so he doesn't know what age Glenn should be now.))
Despite her casual tone, Shar does look a bit abashed at having made him feel uncomfortable.
Anyway - why shouldn't I talk to you? It's usually the innkeepers, bartenders, and tradesmen who can actually give a coherent account of things. I suppose I'm a bit in both camps myself; I participate in whatever action I find myself in, but I try not to associate myself with causes; I like to keep moving. I've got bits and snatches of everything, but no real depth in any one thing. Except the Blade. I know every inch of her.
And of course it doesn't hurt my ego that you think I'm 'intriguing.' Though I'm sure the thought will progress to 'lunatic' or 'tomboy' or 'shiftless pirate' soon enough, as it often does...especially after I've gone for good. Just warning you. I never stay put, and most - well, all - guys don't like that. Oh, they think it's romantic and heroic and all that until I'm actually gone, actually preferring my life to theirs.
She sighs, then smiles broadly.
I enjoy being me.
Glenn stands and lifts his stone hand into the air, lowering it with suprising speed he swings his arm infront of him."No, the world is shallow and foolish. Most people want only to stick to their cause, they do things mindlessly for a reason they don't understand. Death, destruction, all caused because people serve the will of men who claim to speak for their gods. Because they follow an idea of world domination and rule."
Glenn blinks, apparently realizing hes ranting for the first time. He coughs and clears his throat, stepping back and turning away for a moment. He takes in a deep breath and sits back down, facing Shar."I've no intention of keeping you anywhere you don't wish to be Captain. Were I to think of such a thing I'd be denying the very thing that intrigues me. Were someone able to take you and stop your from following your own ways and going where you wish to go, then you would not be you. As I would not be me were I to be stripped of my craft, made feeble and unable to forge my wonders. I've built a flying city, a place for anyone to come if they wish it. It will be on the move often, traveling around the known world. I have no intention of staying in one place, except this city, which in turn will not be in one location for long. I'm... not trying to bribe you to stay or anything. It is your choice to do whatever you'd like. Something that I don't get to say often to those I speak with, or at rather."
Glenn smiles a bit and folds his scourge claws over his stone fist.
"You see... I enjoy being me as well."
Well, you are trying to be my beau after all. I'll keep it in mind, maybe dust it off later. But there's another danger to attachment, even if the attached are both travelers. It leads to grief, stupidity, hostages, separations...Waken's death is still too fresh in my memory, sir.
And as to gods - I've got a theory that somewhere there's a god that just wants to make people the best they can be, without worrying so much about sides or temples or rituals. When I find that one, then I'll declare my religion.
Shar stretches.
We've been talking for quite a while; I'm guessing King's Pyre is near. Maybe you don't have any pilots aboard after all; you'd think that warforged could have found her by now if there was one.
(Night.)
Glenn extends his stone arm and opens the hand.
"Would you at least consider me as a friend? I've never really had many of those before."
The warforged returns and looks towards Glenn with, if he had expressions, what would be a confused look. Glenn smiles and looks toward another warforged beside the first. This one is a bit smaller, and it bows to the group.
"You needed a pilot sir? I've some experience."
(g'night)
She shakes his hand. To the pilot:
Hello! I'd be honored if you gave me a few pointers in piloting airships. I'm used to something a bit heavier, myself.
Shar waves towards the Blade.
Glenn smiles a bit akwardly. After shar turns toward the pilot he rolls his eyes and makes a 'yer and idiot Glenn' sort of face. He turns to look out on the horizon, King's Pyre coming into view in the distance.
"I eh... I should probably go down to get ready to stop the city. If you'd like, I'll keep it eh... high enough so that we can fly down on a ship. Give you a chance to fly it."
Shar calls over her shoulder as she follows the pilot to the docks.
Glenn waves and turns back to his house. Opening the door he steps in and turns, watching Shar and the warforged leave before closing it.
Psionic Items, now with 50% less energy burn!
(Orcy felt like he should give Glenn a location to be should people start needing to buy things again...)
Just to rub it in... she mutters to herself.
She sets off to find the dockmaster.
The sorceress lands at the airship dock, then looks around at the magical city.
Also, I declare Orcy's character to be the in-game guildmaster of the Merchants Guild. I plan on making a merchants guild character later, but not at this time.
"Welcome to Glenndria! What is your business within the city and how might I be of assistance?"
Walking around the city beyond the warforged are people and constructs. Golems of different types and warforged wander with humans and orcs, and various other races that the city picked up in it's travels.
((Orcy is assuming that by this point some residents have moved into Glenndria))
Wonder if he reserved a spot for me or not... she says to herself. To the others: Hello! I'm looking for Glenn, want to catch up, may have an order or two as well, and thought he'd appreciate it if I didn't go poking about this time.
She smiles.
Shiny pops out of a window a floor above.
Hi, Shar! I got somethin' I wanna show you!
He retreats back into the building, and a rope ladder comes out.
The Warforged sets the book down on a podium and opens it to a page, pointing to an open space on the page and setting an ink pen down beside it.
"Yo, ho, haul together, hoist the
Colors high… heave ho, thieves
And beggars, never shall we die…
The king and his men stole the queen
From her bed and bound her in her
Bones……
The seas be ours and by the powers
Where we will well roam…
Yo, ho, haul together, hoist the
Colors high…heave ho, thieves
And beggars, never say we die
Some men have died and some are alive And others sail on the sea – with He keys to the cage…and the Devil to pay we lay to Fiddler's Green!
The bell has been raised from it's watery grave...do you hear it's sepulchral tone?
We are
A call to all, pay head the squall and turn your sail toward home! Yo ho, haul together
Raise the colors high! Heave ho thieves and beggars, never say we die."
A group of shambling corpses walks around the corner, in the center of them is an undead... thing, wearing a captains hat and long coat. Little flesh remains on it's face below the nose, but some still hangs down that low. Long braided hair comes from beneath the hat with many daggers woven into the bottom of them, clanking as he walks. He pauses coming around the corner and the rest of the procession stops as well. Clacking his exposed teeth together and taking a step forward he looks the two women over, particularly spending time examining the captain. Peeking over the edge of the dock he looks down at the ship and gives a quick nod.
"A captain... I presume... I'm assuming thats yer ship down there aye? Not bad... not bad. Say... ye ain't never been ta the Horehound jungles now have ye? No, I don't suppose ye would have, yer still livin!"
An icy blue orb stares out from an empty eye socket toward Shar, glacing toward the other woman as well. The other eye likely doing the same, but hidden behind a sickly green gem.
"Oh, by the way... names Sargatanas. Lord of... well, Captain Sargatanas at least."
Shar nods at Anastrianna politely,
so, hello there, singing undead captain! I'm Captain Shar of the Noumenal Blade, and she's a right nice ship; got a new wingship being repaired as well. Tell me more about yourself, Sargatanas, and your own vessel. I hope living women can walk on it. Also, if you're interested in joining the Guild of Seafarers, there's plenty of work for all at the moment, and I'm the Guildmaster.
Shar skips up next to him and gives a dagger a flick.
Nice look. Maybe I should grow my hair out and try it. Though how do you get it to stay, since hair usually falls out after a while, and I doubt you're growing any?
Gotta tidy up a bit, anyway. Don't worry, that was just the mongoose experiment!
At the arrival of the undead, he jumps out of the window and begins prodding random undead, taking measurements, and moving joints, as if seeing how a machine moves.
Hi, I'm Shiny Lantern! Why're you all rotted?
Shar signs as well.
"Well. You may have heard my name before, or maybe not. People like to forget the things they fear. I am Sargatanas, Lord of the Damned. At least, I was. But an usurper has stolen my throne! A fool has dared to steal from me my Temple. He will pay dearly for it, I'll kill the bastard a second time! Instead of under my control, my armies of the dead run wild and slaughter across the countryside. Glorious death! But it should be ME that reaps the rewards! But no... they run rampant, killing anything they come across with no intention of putting their worthless bodies to use. Whats worse... they carry MY plague! The fool knows not what he toys with, he stole my designs, my works, he took my generators and has activated them! That is MY work, and only I should reap the rewards! But... I'm ranting, and you probably don't care much about that."
Shifting his cold orb towards the elf woman Sargatanas laughs.
"Necromancy, yes... I'm a skilled and powerful necromancer. I controlled mass hordes of the dead, armies so vast that the living shuddered at the mere sight of what they were to become. Tyrannor itself would have been mine for the taking if it were not for a greedy fiend."
"Well, that might be an agreement I'd say. I could use some assistance, not that I NEED it, but it would simplify things. Since yer alive though, I'll be needin ta get some of my boys in there to borrow some masks. Special little things I had created when I was still on my throne. They protect you from the effects of the plauge. Otherwise... it isn't pretty, at least not for living creatures. It's damn beautiful ta me. But do what ye came here ta do, I'll get ahold of ya when we're ready."
Shar stretches and steps out of the group of undead. She makes herself sparkle in a beam of sunlight.
Ah, much better. So, let me know when you guys are going to fight a massive battle with somebody else, and I'll be along to watch, all right?
What did you want to show me, Shiny?
Shiny goes back up the ladder and rummages around the small room, before coming back out.
I managed to make my first talking head!
He drops down again and shows off what appears to be a metal skull, with eyes that glow with life.
I call him George. He's my first semi-successful sibling!
Hello.
He seems to turn towards the necromancers.
I would like to learn more about this animation of formerly living tissue. Would either of you happen to have a body I could borrow?
There were lots of those by the Guild of Ultimate Evil. Wonder if they're still there...
Shar finally starts meandering down in the direction Glenn's servants indicated.
Sargatanas laughs and stands up, heading to the dock with his undead escort and boarding a zepplin.
((Orcy is sorry for his slow response, he has had a busy weekend at work.))
Shar enters Glenn's shop.
Hello, Glenn? Anything interesting happen while I was away getting killed, falling through portals, and capturing a pirate?
"I made new arms for one. Lets see... two, I had a visit from an old walking corpse I did some jobs for way back in the days of the last fighting and killing and fun stuff. I made some more friends, big snakes that have lots and lots of lightning. A few defenders of the me too. Plenty of fun things for me to use and enjoy."
Glenn grins widely and nods a few times clapping his metal hands together with a few loud clangs.
Also, I picked up a nice ship, but she's in pretty bad shape. Do you do normal repairs, or just magic stuff? And I'm looking to get something that lets me fly. Almost died again for the lack of it.
Oh, and by "make friends" do we mean get to know existing people, or making more semi-sentients?
Shar looks around for a comfortable place to perch.
Glenn whips his wrist forward and a blade thrusts out of the upper arm, swinging out and locking in place over the back of his hand. He presses a button to release it and flicks it back into position.
"My friends are... constructs, but they've got some wondrous abilities! Oh well. Lets see... I can do regular ol repairs yes. I can also make things that let you fly. Depends on what you need, how much you wanna spend and all that sorta thing."
Glenn nods toward a bench at the side of the room, noticing her looking for someplace to sit.
Shar sits on the bench.
And I'm guessing you can't wait to tell me what your new lighting snakes do.
Electric bites, hm? But why a snake? Wouldn't something else be a bit faster in getting to where it needed to be?
+4 Twilight Mithral Breastplate (twilight is from PHB2) (25,000 gp for magic enhancements, +4,000 gp for mithral, 350 gp for masterwork breastplate)
Amulet of Natural Armor +3 (18,000 gp)
Blessed Book (12,500 gp)
Cloak of Charisma +4 (16,000 gp)
Headband of Intellect +6 (36,000 gp)
Ring of Protection +4 (32,000 gp)
Lyre of Building (13,000 gp) (paid with guild funds)
Robe of Bones (2,400 gp)
Belt of Hidden Pockets (5,000 gp) (CAdv)
Mask of Lies (17,000 gp) (CAdv)
Familiar's Belt (6,000 gp) (CM)
Ring of Mighty Summons (14,000 gp) (CM)
Survival Pouch (5,000 gp) (RotW)
Thistledown Suit for breastplate (250 gp) (RotW)
Night Caller (7,000 gp) (LM)
Blessed Vestments (12,000 gp)
Ring of Desecration, Lesser (4,395 gp)
Minions' Coffin (2,500 gp)
Rod of Undead Mastery (x) (LM)
Scepter of the Netherworld (x) (LM)
Total cost 164,546.25 gp, and 9,750 gp for Lyre of Building.
So you know this Sargatanas fellow? I just met him out there. Is he a sailor at heart, or something a bit more...sinister? There's been a good tradition of undead sailors I'm happy to uphold, but he seemed, well, creepier than most.
The list:
- Bracers of Armor (+4)
- Monk's Belt
- Hand of Glory
- Ring of Protection (+3)
- Force Shield
- Ring of Water Walk
- Boots of Springing and Striding
- Courtblade (+2 Keen, Collision)
- Cloak of the Gracefull dancer (price came out to 44,800 for this one)
"Well... Sargatanas is a... creepy fellow alright. He was the Lord of the Damned, master of undeath in tyrannor. He and his associates ruled over the Temple of the Damned. I believe I mentioned him when I talked about the last war and all that sort of thing. Well, anyway, he isn't really a sailor, or wasn't up until now, but I suppose losing such an expensive and beautifully crafted building. My work by the way. I suppose that would leave an impression on you and make you have to choose something else. Had all sorts of plans for remaking the world in his undead image or something of the sort. I think the plan was that if you weren't with him, you'd be with him when you died. Something about world wide unity under the Temple of his. Guess some of his brain rotted away already. Oh well."
Glenn smiles and turns toward 'the dancer' as he enters. He listens and looks over the list, rubbing his helmet's chin with a metal hand."Sure, I can make it. But whats this force shield, would that be a ring of force shielding, or did you want me to make you a shield of force that floats around your body. That might work, but you wouldn't be able to touch anything, and I think you'd lose air after a while. Lets see... Cloak of the Graceful dancer? Never heard of it. What would that be?"
Glenn smiles and turns toward 'the dancer' as he enters. He listens and looks over the list, rubbing his helmet's chin with a metal hand."Sure, I can make it. But whats this force shield, would that be a ring of force shielding, or did you want me to make you a shield of force that floats around your body. That might work, but you wouldn't be able to touch anything, and I think you'd lose air after a while. Lets see... Cloak of the Graceful dancer? Never heard of it. What would that be?"
Ah, my mistake. It is hard to write things down when blind, so I must rely on hired help. And even then, the help does not compose to ones specifications. Dancer said. The cloak is an item made for those of my art, you can scratch that off there if you wish. The force shield? Yes, that would be a ring. And how much a month would it cost for lodgin in your floating city? I can get there myself easily enough. Hmm, here this should do for an editied list. He said, producing a second list from his pocket. It is good to ask aide from diffrent people, and using one's disabilities can go far.
- +4 Bracer's of Armor
- Monk's Belt
- Hand of Glory
- Ring of Protection +2
- Ring of Force Shield
- Ring of Water Walk
- Boots of Striding and Springing
- +1 Lightblade of Disruption
- Type II Bag of Holding
Edited in my order above.
(How would that work? If it would take too much space here, we can discuss in the metagame thread, or via PM or something. Would it just be another monthly "business" roll?)
(How would that work? If it would take too much space here, we can discuss in the metagame thread, or via PM or something. Would it just be another monthly "business" roll?)
I believe so. Speaking of which, I should get to work on those Guild Income rules.
Anastrianna casts a spell on herself, gliding down from Glenndria. She flies down to Tyrannor, landing in the magic district, and walking into a rather shady-looking shop. The black paint is peeling off the walls, revealing the warped wood beneath it. It has no sign out front, but its wares appear to be items for the "Dark Arts". Anastrianna steps inside, approaching the counter and addressing the shopkeeper. "You said you have the items ready." The disfigured man nods, and he brings out two rods, a pouch, and a handful of black gems. The Elf woman takes the items from the man, who seems to be afflicted with some kind of disease, and inspects them. Satisfied, she produces a sack of gold from her pocket and pays the shopkeeper, heading outside with her purchase.
Some time later, she flies back up to Glenndria and into Glenn's Mechana. "I am here for the items I ordered earlier."
Purchased a Rod of Undead Mastery, Scepter of the Netherworld, 1,000 gp worth of powdered silver, and 3,200 gp worth of black onyx gems from an NPC shopkeeper (23,200 gp total purchase).
A little while later once Anastrianna comes back Glenn sets a sack full of items on the table and nods with a smile.
"Here are your items miss."
"They'll be ready in a little while, come back later and everything should be set."
You seem pretty busy; should I wait, or come back later for my carpet? And do I need to sign something to get that shop?
"You know, I knew that was for someone and I just kept thinking to myself, wait where was this going. I'm such a forgetful man sometimes, oh well. Here it is, all set and ready for you. As for the shop, I'll need a bit of a down payment and you'll need to sign somethings... ah, here they are."
Glenn pulls out a pad of paper and sets it down on the counter.
"Just sign where the x's are and you'll be all set and ready. I think... lets say 100 gold should do it for renting the shop out. Once all this is taken care of I'll give you a key and you'll be all set!"
Shar reads the document for the specific terms of the agreement.
Shar signs her name to the document and hands over the money.
Will the city go a bit lower on occasion so I can transfer wares from my ship, or can you bring the Blade up here like before?
(I think the easiest thing to do, for me, would be adding another bonus to my monthly Profession (Sailor) checks, for owning my own shop. Maybe a +2, because it's a well-protected shop in a prominent location? Does that seem good? But then I'm not sure how to calculate Glenn's cut. I suppose give him a tenth of whatever percentage that +2 adds to my Profession (Sailor) check?)
Not too long. We'll pick some haflings up on the way, ok? I'll get you a hafling meal. The figure said, shaking his head as he turned towards Glenn. Excuse me my fine merchant, I am in need of some supplies. He handed a list over to Gleen, parts of it having some bite marks.
- Perctoral of Manueverability, 12,00gp
- +4 Bracer's of Armor- 16,000gp
- x5 Drought of rebuking breath, 7,000gp
- x2 Drought of deafening breath, 15,300gp
- x6 Drought Breath Admixture (Acid)- 42,000gp
- Ring of Protection +2- 8,000gp
- Ring of Force Shield- 8,500gp
- Amulet of Health +4- 16,000gp
- Belt of Dexterity +4- 16,000gp
- Orange Prism Iuon Stone- +30,000gp
- +1 Shortspear- 2,302gp
- Cloak of Resistance +4, 16,000gp
Total: 192,102gp
"Hmm... well, I don't know about lowering the city, we can't really get it too low. Waterproofing and all of that kind of thing, haven't really done that. But, we could load a zepplin without much of a problem to bring things up here, if all else fails theres effigies."
After he comes in, Glenn turns to look at the and smiles. He takes the list and looks it over, after a few moments he nods and sets it down.
"Yes, I believe I can do these things for you. Come back in a while and I'll have everything ready for you."
Orcy assumes the 'Amulet of Health +5' should be 'Amulet of Health +4' correct? Also... what are you playing? Orcy assumes some sort of dragon but theres little description other than a figure with dragon wings.
The figure bowed. I thank you. My current name is KaThro, and it doesn't seem like it will change anytime soon. How much, amy I ask, wil it all cost? Sadly, dragons seem to take a heavy toll on ones wealth.
"Shouldn't be too long, theres plenty to see and do in the city if you would like."
I happend to land in a pool that turns you into a childike form of your original self. The others? I have no clue. I'm guessing they are dead. The elf smiled a bit. But I'm sure, being a master craftsman, you could construct a pool to mimic those effects.
+1 Frost Keen Skillful Scythe (50,318 gp) (Skillful is from Complete Arcane)
+4 Breastplate (16,350)
Cloak of Charisma +4 (16,000 gp)
Headband of Wisdom +6 (36,000 gp)
Amulet of Natural Armor +3 (18,000 gp)
Ring of Protection +4 (32,000 gp)
+3 Bracers of Resistance (13,500 gp)
Boots of the Winterlands (2,500 gp)
Belt of Hidden Pockets (5,000 gp) (CAdv)
Mask of Lies (17,000 gp) (CAdv)
Night Caller (7,000 gp) (LM)
Blessed Vestments (12,000 gp)
Minions' Coffin x2 (5,000 gp)
Total: 230,668 gp, reduced to 173,001 gp with Glenn's discount
Paid with guild funds
Lyre of Building (13,000 gp, reduced to 9,750 gp with Glenn's discount)
Total amount paid to Glenn: 182,751 gp
"Your items are ready! Have a nice day!"
It will cost you 141,826gp and 5sp.
Show
- Item Name (price bought at)
- +4 Mithril Chainshirt (17,200gp)
- Explorers Outfit (free)
- Ring of Protection +2 (8,000gp)
- Ring of Force Shielding (8,500gp) (sold)
- Gloves of Ogre's Strength +2 (4,000gp)
- Periapt of Wisdom +2 (4,000gp)
- Vest of Charisma +6 (36,000gp)
- Cloak of Reistance +5 (25,000gp)
- Rod of Eldritch Might (28,000gp)
- Greater Chausible of Fell Power (18,000gp)
- Bag of Holding Type II (2,500gp)
- x7 Fumblewinter spikes (6,5000gp)
- [OVERLINE]Total Value of Bought Items[/OVERLINE]
"Craftsman, I've things to sell and things to buy! Nhyris, put it on the counter."
The bones of the snake man, once leader of the Guild of Ultimate Evil, nod and drop the items on the counter infront of Glenn. Sargatanas looks over toward the other man and flicks one of the daggers hanging from his hair.
"You look familiar, have I offered you unlife before?"
Sendin ya what I want.
Glenn turns to look at Sargatanas and then at the pile of items. The gems over his eyes light up at the sight of magical equipment for sale. He nods quickly and brings it all back behind the counter.
"Of course, same as usual I suppose."
Understood. I'll be back in a bit to pick them up. Li'ruak said, turning to Sargantas. Well, good to see a familiar face around here. I'll have my forces ready at the Guild. The current leader informed me of your plan.
Glenn heads into the back room and brings the items out after a while of working, setting the bag of things on the counter. As well, he brings another bag and sets it infront of Sargatanas.
"Secretive as usual, all of it is there. Good luck to you both and tell your friends!"
Kaer-Thok nods to Salise as he guides the wagon through the city, the various knick-knacks and whatnot in the back of the cart jingling around the matress. He eyes those in the city as they pass, keeping a close watch for anything unusual. While he doesn't believe anything is going to happen, he would hate for it to do so now. The wagon makes it's way slowly toward the docks as the crowd allows.
Kaer-Thok glances over toward the sally's slip and then to Salise, looking up at the city floating up above them.
One of those pinnaces might be nice, if we're looking for a small crew but we want a decent ocean-going sailing ship.
But I miss the Salise. She's mine.
(pinnace: 30 by 10 ft. vessel, minimum crew 3 + 8 rowers, 4,500 gp)
"Then would you like to see if we can find Shar? I will speak with her about the ship if you are willing to do so... and not react violently. Show her that you have changed, and see how shocked she is because of that. Besides, I'd wager it would make her angry if she couldn't get you mad."
Kaer-Thok grins and laughs lightly, smiling at Salise and looking up toward the flying city.
Salise grins devilishly.
Is she up there? That why you keep looking?
Who's Glenn, and why would Shar be with him? Can we go up there?
"We can travel up to the city there I believe, and Glenn? Glenn is a merchant and craftsman of great skill. Many of the things that you see carried by high ranking guildsmen were crafted by Glenn. Indeed, even my own blade and much of my gear was made by his hand. He is a... unique individual, but what he lacks in sanity he makes up for in skill. Would you like to go up there?"
Salise boards one of the aircraft.
This is one fancy shop. Where's the merchant?
Kaer-Thok steps forward and approaches the podium at the end of the dock.
The warforged standing there bows to Kaer-Thok and Salise and holds out a book and quill pen, in it are many listed names, Shar's amongst them, but the ink appears to have been dry for a while now.
"Sign your names here, if you need help finding what you are looking for, there is a map just off the dock on the wall there that will show you the city."
Kaer-Thok looks the warforged over, wondering exactly how many constructs were in this city. He takes the quill and writes his name down stylishly in the book, passing the pen to Salise.
"I suppose that would answer the questions. The map should tell us where this merchan't shop is located here in the eh... city."
That way.
She points.
Salise tries to read the different languages in the sign.
But I always like to look at the tailors' when I'm in port. Just, you know, to imagine what it'd be like to have a whole wardrobe of nice things.
She thinks for a moment.
If you always travel during the daytime, I might be able to keep a better eye out if I had dark glasses like yours.
Salise goes into the shop and looks around.
Wow, look at all these magical things! I've never seen so many fancy swords in one place. I don't think I know what half of this stuff is even supposed to do! Must be awfully rich folk that come in here...I bet some of this stuff is worth more than my ship is when it's in peak condition.
Glenn looks up and waves with one of this iron arms. He nods from behind his shinning white helmet and leans back in his chair.
"Helllooooo fancily dressed orc man in things I made who's name I can't remember and... dark skinned woman who could probably use a few new clothes. What can I build, make, carve, whittle, sew, or wizzikitywack for you today? Anything? Nothing? Something? Everything?"
Everything sounds good, but he's the one with the money. Got captured, so now I got to do what he says.
She backs away from the counter area and turns her attention to some magical fabrics.
Kaer-Thok sighs and shakes his head as he watches Glenn. He turns to look at Salise questioningly and smiles.
"I would hope she doesn't intend to take you up on that offer... and if you see something you would like I believe I might be able to get something for you. Perhaps some new clothing, that set is rather worn it would seem. As well Mr. Glenn... we are seeking Captain Shar... we would like to speak with her, have you seen her around?"
Salise looks at Kaer-Thok pleadingly.
Do you want to make me beg? Sure, I'd like some new things. But I don't know what you're looking to spend here, and I'd look even more the fool to order something you don't want to pay for.
Glenn nods and walks around behind his desk thinking, taking a rock and talking into it nodding slowly.
Do you have any books of patterns? It's been so long since I ordered anything nice...I really don't know what the fashion is this year.
"Tell me what you like!"
Kaer-Thok meanwhile speaks into the rock that Glenn has since handed to him.
Salise watches them eagerly. Eventually, she points one out. It's a calf-length skirt, gathered at the empire-waist. It has short, lightly puffed sleeves and comes with a silken head-scarf.
Can you make that one in - yes, I actually think gold would be a nice color.
Kaer-Thok steps up beside Salise and smiles, looking the clothing over then looking to her and nodding his approval.
But - yes, make sure it doesn't show much on the right side. I've got a big ugly scar over most of my shoulder, and, well, yeah, the skirt should be long enough to hide it anyway.
She looks back at Kaer-Thok, hope on her face.
You got my ship back?
"Yes, Shar has agreed to return the ship with a small payment, I assume Glenn will be able to perform the appropriate repairs that we will require. After of course, hes made you your clothing. As well, I must compliment you on your choice of fabric... I too enjoy silk."
Glenn ushers the effigies back into the other room, heading in himself to get things started. A warforged with a book in his hands comes out front and sits down at the desk, flipping through it boredly and mutters to himself.
"Why he makes me stand back there I'll never know, it gets so boring sometimes... I need to find a new job.."
You took my life away. But then you cleaned it up and gave it back. So, so...Thank You. For everything. For tying me up instead of killing me. For talking quietly enough for me to hear. Yeah, for everything.
I'm not afraid of you any more.
"I am glad you feel that way. In truth I had begun to wonder if you hated me for what I've done. But I am happy that you do not. Soon, we'll be out at sea, once all of the repairs are made and all is ready. We are almost home, it would seem."
But giving me my ship back - that's more than I ever thought anyone would do for someone else.
She puts her hand against his, on her cheek, and brushes a strand of hair out of the way.
My hair's a really funny color.
"Perhaps a little, but I like it. Red is a favorite of mine, if you could not tell by my clothing... I think it will look wonderful as well with your new attire from Glenn."
Glenn wanders out from the back room with a small device in hand, he holds it up and points it at Salise, nodding a few times before heading into the back room mumbling measurements.
Salise calls after Glenn.
I and my crew had been half-starving all through the autumn, and then I got very sick. I haven't weighed myself recently but I think I'm about fifteen pounds short of where I should be.
Turning back to Kaer-Thok,
but if you keep feeding me so much I'm going to go the other way and get fat!
She pauses, taking in the brightness of the shop again.
It's going to take a long time to repair my ship. Where are we going to stay? If the security is good enough, we might be able to go on board anyway, though my cabin is staved in a bit on the starboard. But that won't matter since it's in dry-dock, and the port cabin is still sound.
"Sure thing!"
Kaer-Thok raises an eyebrow slightly and tilts his head to glance toward the back. Unable to see beyond a hanging curtain he shrugs and turns back to Salise.
"I will stay where you wish to. I believe it will be good for you to be back on your ship and sleeping in familiar rooms. A good nights rest would do us both well I believe."
Salise makes a move to the door.
Kaer-Thok follows Salise towards the door, nodding over his shoulder to the warforged.
So really, you wanted to die because you couldn't get yourself beaten in a swordfight?
"I am a swordsman Salise. I have lived my life to fight and duel. The goal of all swordsmen is to improve themselves, to grow stronger and better their skills. When a swordsman can no longer better their skills, can no longer overcome their weaknesses... then we have no use. There is no point in our fighting. I sought to lose... to have a purpose again. Perhaps death as well... to free me from my wanderings. But, that has changed now."
What are you going to get, Kaer?
"What would you choose? I see a few that I may be interested in, what do you think of these things?"
She points at a three-piece suit with the tails, collars, and placket buttoned and creased elaborately.
Listening to the noises coming from the back, Salise sees how far she can get, glancing at the warforged to see if he will stop her.
The warforged waves a hand boredly. Saying very monotone and uncarring.
"No... wait... don't..."
Meanwhile, Kaer-Thok comes up behind Salise and glances over her shoulder into the room as well, doing his best not to startle her as he does so.
(Would have posted sooner, but internet died before work.. so didn't have a chance)
This movement brings her up against Kaer-Thok again, whom she apparently didn't notice behind her. An instinct moves her to quickly grab both of his hands to feel whether they contain weapons, then rational thought takes over and she lets her hands stay in his in more of a friendly gesture.
Glenn steps out from the back room carrying an elaborate box which he pauses, noticing Salise and Kaer-Thok. He blinks and glances around with a shrug, holding the box out in his iron arms toward Salise.
"Here you are miss, your dress is complete. I took the liberty of applying a bit of magic to the whole deal so that it will protect you from the elements no matter what it is... meaning you'll be able to wear it anywhere in any season! Great isn't it? I thought so. You'll be able to look great in your Glennwear all the time!"
She pushes against Kaer-Thok's arms so he'll let her go and she can take the box.
"Going to try it on, or are you going to save that for later?"
Salise lifts the dress carefully out of the box and holds it up.
Kaer-Thok looks over the dress and nods slightly, running a hand gently over the fabric he smiles softly.
"Ah... a wonderful job. I am very interested in seeing you in this... So let us see how well this craftsman has done his job."
How does it look?
"You look beautiful. But the boots... we will need to do something about your boots though... they have seen better days my dear. Perhaps something new..."
Yeah, they looked okay with my long dress 'cause you couldn't really see them...I just never had the money to waste on a pair of shoes you couldn't wear every day.
She sits on a barrel and pulls off the boots; on her right calf the lower end of a scar shows, the same deep cut filled with puckered white flesh that starts on her right shoulder. When she stands again, barefoot, the skirt of the dress covers it. She runs barefoot across the shop to look at a display of shoes.
Are these regular shoes or are these the magic ones?
"Even with the boots you are still beautiful, a rare beauty that I was lucky to discover here on the surface. Did not expect it, but I am happy that it has happened."
Kaer-Thok leans against the wall watching Salise with a smile, glancing around the shop occasionally.
Besides, you've already told me you hate elves. I may hate the white-elves too but I still look more like them than like anyone else. And orcs hate drow.
She looks over at the warforged with a thoughtful expression.
One, where are the nonmagical shoes? And two, are you looking for a new job?
"Perhaps our races are very different, but it is not the skin and form alone I have fallen for. While I must admit that it is a part of my attraction, you are the primary reason. Not your body, but who you are Salise. You have a beautiful spirit, I see it in your eyes and I have heard it in your voice, in your words. Perhaps our peoples are not at all 'friendly' toward on another, but what do we care of that?"
The warforged blinks and nods to Salise.
"He might have some in the back... and maybe..."
But you have everything to lose. Money, a chance to return to your people, favor with the law now that you're harboring a pirate...I don't understand why you want someone who's only going to make life harder for you.
Salise swallows.
And, and I don't know what you see in me personally. I guess I like you enough I should warn you: I have a terrible temper, I enjoy bossing people around, and I, I always take revenge on those who deserve it, and many who don't, in the worst way possible. I mean, I guess I could try to change now that someone is being nice to me but I don't know if it'll work.
Salise pulls away enough to look him in the face.
What Shar said is true in a way. I have nothing to lose and everything to gain by making you like me.
Kaer-Thok leans forward pressing his lips to Salise's, his hands sliding down to rest just on her hips. He pulls her close to him, hands squeezing a little as he locks her into a kiss.
Sorry, sorry. Um, I just wanted to know how much notice time your clerk has to give before leaving? And I think Kaer-Thok wanted to get me some shoes to go with the dress?
Salise's normal gray has blushed more of a dusky rose color, and she can't seem to take her eyes off Kaer-Thok even when she's talking to someone else. Her eyes betray an expression of mingled favor and nervousness.
"Yes, we'll get her some shoes to go with the dress, I assume-"
Kaer-Thok is cut off as more effigies walk out wearing shoes. He sighs and nods.
"That is what I assumed."
I don't really know what kind are supposed to go with this style of dress. I guess anything that doesn't have those super-pointy toes.
She turns to Kaer-Thok.
Are you going to try your suit on, too? I promise I won't try to run away. She grins.
"I am sure you will not."
He steps into the room and closes the curtain behind him.
Glenn turns toward Salise and tilts his helmed head to the side, shrugging his metal shoulders and looking over the shoes on his effigies. He points to a pair on one of them.
"Well that depends entirely on what you'd like to use them for. These kind here are fancier and have some nice buckles across them. Those over there have heals but they're probably too pointy for what you want. Oh these here have slight little heels on them and a nice round front. Not really all that dressy but they're leather, can make them nice and shiney maybe. Oooh! I could make it resistant to salt water too, yes... maybe even make it so they can float. But no wait, if your shoes floated then you'd flip over, that wouldn't be good at all. Unless I put some sort of breathing device on them that you could use. But why would that be on your shoes, maybe something seperate that goes with it..."
Glenn continues to ramble on for a while, apparently having completely ignored the question about the warforged. He continues for quite a bit then pauses and looks up to see if Salise is still listening.
Heels aren't a problem, I have good balance. No need for all that fancy stuff, I wasn't really planning to wear them on my ship; still got my old boots for that. So can I get that pair with high heels and an open toe? In my gray, I guess, so they'll match anything that matches me.
And - what's his name? - your clerk might prefer to become a sailor. I'd like to talk to him about that. I need a whole new crew.
"No no, hes not going anywhere. He might complain... a lot. But he really does like it here. Besides, hes a craftsman too, if he left here he'd lose access to all the wonderful and wondrous things I have for use. No no,he wouldn't want to go anywhere. I can however maybe possibly for a price provide a crew to go with the ship once it's fixed, which isn't that much trouble for me in the least. They wouldn't be alive... per-say... but they'd be excellent... maybe, in doing the job! Oh right, the shoes, I'll set those up real quick-like. Shouldn't take long at all!"
As Glenn continues to ramble on, the curtain to the other room slides open. Kaer-Thok steps out fully clad in a fine three piece suit. He looks down at himself and nods slightly, realizing that on any other orc it would more than likely look rediculous. He looks up to Salise and smiles, shrugging his shoulders and waving a hand toward her.
"Well milady... what do you think?"
Oh!
You look really - nice.
She says this as if seeing him for the first time. She stares for a few moments and then looks down, shuffling her bare feet bashfully.
Is that everything you wanted here? I want to go reclaim my ship.
There is a definite note of eagerness in her voice when speaking about the ship. Then she brings herself back to the moment.
You know, I never really trust anyone who doesn't have red eyes.
"I've left you a list of things in the other room. I assume you'll be able to take care of everything there. I'll be back tomorrow or in a few days, depending on when I am eh... free to do so. Until then sir, safe days and we'll be back."
Kaer-Thok offers a crooked arm toward Salise, flashing her another smile.
"Shall we my dear? As well... my eyes do become red when I am angry or otherwise running on strong emotion, it is the way of orcs... some orcs rather."
She bends down to pull her boots on again. She hesitates, seeming unsatisfied with the resulting "look," until she fetches her captain's hat and perches it on her head. She slides her arm through Kaer-Thok's.
I'm ready - dear.
As they approach the edge of the flying city, Salise exclaims
Shar's back.
"Shall we go be exceedingly and annoyingly polite to her?"
You're not as good as I thought you were. Yes, let's.
She joins him in a smile, though hers curves toward the cruel. She starts for the airships.
"Well, I'm plenty good... but she seems not to like you and we can't have that. So, if she won't come around we might as well be overly nice."
Kaer-Thok grins as he takes a seat on the zepplin.
The night is dark and a heaviness hangs in the air, the cold chill of the night reminds us that the fall season is fast approaching. It is late in the night, just before the turning point between days. Midnight comes quickly upon the city and only a few drunks walk the streets. As well, there are some who seem troubled, confused as to why they themselves are awake at such an hour. The tall tower on the palace of the source strikes the hour, a gift from Mechanus. The device tells the time on tyrannor flawlessly with it's many gears and moving bits. A deep chime rings out calling the hour and a hush falls over the city. All grows silent except for the sound of slow, labored hoofbeats riding quickly toward the city.
Through the gates comes the rider, a young man with hair that, were it not covered with blood and dirt would be a wonderful shade of blonde. He wears the clothing of a peasant, a farmer from the looks of his well worn breaches and the tone of his developing muscles. One arm has been tied off just below the shoulder, black veins visible beneath the leather tie, pulsing with a strange rythem. His horse is worn and ragged, it's breathing is labored and it's steps falter often. As they reach the central hub of the guild-section the horse collapses to the ground, sending the young man sprawling and lying flat on his back. His own breathing can be heard now, slow and shallow. In his good arm he clutches a leather satchel, staring up blindly at the cloudy night sky he gasps and reaches out a hand toward the heavens.
Okay, first we'll try this.
*CLW* 6
She puts a hand to his forehead, then helps him on to the carpet. She looks at him more closely to see whether he is able to speak.
But from the looks of this guy, whatever he's holding might be dangerous. I suggest we let him speak first, if he can.
Shar moves her boot to block Tibur from taking the bag.
Though, if you would be so kind as to walk his horse toward the docks, I think I can arrange for someone to look after it as well.
Shar starts guiding the carpet at a gentle pace back to the docks.
"Y... yo.... ou... must... s.. stop.... th..t...them... Kil..l..lllllling... k...k...kiill...ing m..my.... pe..people. R..runn...ing... w...w..."
He gasps for breath, a pulse from the twisted arm sending his body into another spasm as he writhes on the ground in pain. He pushes the satchel out toward those that have appeared, using what willpower he has to hold his body still enough to do so.
Don't mind me, continue dying in excruciating pain. And do try to not get your filthy blood on me.
Shar casts 'Heroism' on the man, drags him onto her carpet (without touching the possessed arm), and sets off at top speed for Glenndria.
I want
He pulls out the black folder
To find out what's killing my future subjects. Now, hurry along.
He waves Tibur away.
(If attacked, he will simply use the monk's abundant step ability.)
The folder is marked with the symbol of the city. Upon doccumentation it marks that it is official. The notation beneath marks this particular folder as coming from a small settlement nearby the horechound jungle. The folder is sealed, though the papers are jammed inside with rushed haste it manages to hold them tightly. It does however supply a nice view of a single line written on one of the pages.
"In regards to our recent problems with the temple...."
The rest is cut off by the folder's thick sides.
On the carpet the young man groans, his eyes slowly closing and opening. He appears to be losing the battle between conciousness and unconciousness rather quickly. Despite the healing effects and the boosts placed upon him, his fatigue seems to be getting the best of him, coupled with whatever strange pulse creeps along his arm.
He begins walking off in the general direction of the jungles, pulling out the papers as he goes and reading each.
(Oh, yeah. If Tibur attacks then, we'll do so.)
(Hello, Dragonstrife, and welcome to the Guild House. The uncaring fellow I'm writing as is a LE tiefling monk/paladin of tyranny named Davar. Not to put a damper on your enthusiasm to help, but the man is currently being flown by carpet to a flying city. Sorry.)
(Hello, Dragonstrife, and welcome to the Guild House. The uncaring fellow I'm writing as is a LE tiefling monk/paladin of tyranny named Davar. Not to put a damper on your enthusiasm to help, but the man is currently being flown by carpet to a flying city. Sorry.)
Drat, of all my characters I play I'm using the one that can't fly. Ah well thanks for welcoming me. I'm inventive I'll just meet you guys at the city then :D
Riding a large horse a person canters toward the dock at the flying city. She goes up to the dock master her horse dancing. "Has anyone docked yet?"
The dockmaster shakes his head "Sorry Miss Turmblin no one yet." As her expression grows worrisome a small wind picks up and fog is swept in from out of thin air. Noticing this she calms down and clears the docks of fog and anything that would hinder an airship.
Glenn! She shouts.
I need a way to lift the curse, or heal, or cure, this stranger without using healing magic! And quickly, he's fading fast! I have coin here!
She shakes the heavy bag she has just received from Kaer-Thok.
Glenn wanders his way out of the back room looking at the young man on the carpet. He tilts his helmed head to the side and claps his metal arms together, walking up slowly and looking down at him. Leaning over Glenn examines the man thoughtfully before fishing around behind the counter and pulling out a large axe. He hefts the axe over his head and looks at the man, stopping and turning the gems of his helm's eyes toward Shar.
"Might want him off the carpet for this."
You going to cut his arm off and regrow it? If that's the only way - go ahead.
Shar notices Lurania out of the corner of her eye and nods her in.
"Well, that should take care of that. He won't die now. He'll need some rest and someone might want to heal him a little bit so he doesn't die from the shock and all that. Give him some rest... then all will be well! All but the arm, that arms gone, hey... its crawling... get back here!"
Glenn walks over and picks up the man's arm, which is indeed begining to crawl across the ground towards the exit. He looks it over and shakes it a little bit rubbing his helmet's chin plate and shrugging.
"Nasty little thing isn't it?"
*CLW* 6
and then casts Mending and Prestidigitation to fix the carpet; she casts Prestidigitation again to clean the man as well. She turns to the stranger.
Thank you for your kindness. I'm Captain Shar of the Noumenal Blade and Guildmaster of the Seafarers. And you are?
Then to Glenn, How much would it cost for you to analyze that creepy crawling arm? I have a feeling that whatever it is will be the clue to why this young man rode hard all day to get to the city.
Oh! Speaking of which...I must alert my people to keep an eye out for Davar. He took the man's satchel; with any luck, my kobold friend now has it, but just in case...
She waits for their answers but also looks toward the door, as though she wishes to leave very shortly.
(The arm should regrow in one turn.)
I can give him a bunk on the Blade, I don't have any passengers currently. I think two is the maximum my carpet can handle well but I'll meet you down at the docks in a bit, then? I want to step out a moment to tell my man to send an alert to the Guild about Davar, and collect this poor man's horse...
She does so, notifying one of her followers who had been tending her shop. She returns to Glenn's Mechana.
Far as cargo goes - you can have a display in my shop for this month. I'll take 1/10 of the gross profits.
(This doesn't have anything in the post but what damage do you think lightning should do?)
A couple questions,
- If you Invisible and someone cast Detect Evil, would they see your aura?
- Where in the world is the Blade, because if it's up north Lurania probably knows about or has heard of it
For sake of sounding fair, I'm flying around the ship at the height of the topmost portion of the sail, around the mast, so if you look up with it, you should pick him up. And I need to look up terminology in the future.
Taking a lift down she sets off at full gallop toward The Warhorse. She goes up to her ship and checks with the First Mate.
Shar leaves the shop, absentmindedly steering the carpet out into the open, where she can hop on again.
How did that cleric girl miss that this part of the city is hundreds of feet up in the air? Oh well, I suppose she can look after herself.
Shar flies off the floating city and down to the Noumenal Blade, nodding at Lurania as she passes her.
I don't know how long this will take, maybe past midday?
Or further into the evening. Once there they will ask around for glens shop, and go to the shop.
I guess the next step is going inside the shop then.
When the three get there, Glen would see a half elf female with black knee high boots. Black pants with a belt that has many pockets on it, her shirt is a dark royal blue. She wears her hair braided in elven style and an elven family hair broach in her hair. she has a rapier on her right side with her cloakhanging off her shoulders. Wearing an necklace with a silver eagle, with light blue eyes made of some kind of gems.
she has bracers on both arms.
How did that cleric girl miss that this part of the city is hundreds of feet up in the air? Oh well, I suppose she can look after herself.
:P Nope I took a lift down. Nice catch though!
"Hello Miss... welcome to Glenn's Mechana. How may I help you today?"
" These are the items on my list.
The first thing on my list is two strong meduim cranes, able to hold at least the weight of ten or more heavy chests. The cranies would have to have some kind of pull system to enhance the weight capabilities also One on each side of the Raven's Song, my ship. With some magical abilities, maybe with commands words, to raise, lower, left right.
The next item on the list is floation bags, not the standard size. I would need bigger floation bags than is sold. How many lets say that depends on the price, I know that the regular floating bags costs 5 gp each. Their too small.
I will also need a bellow that makes water into air for the flaotoin bags.
The next item is nets, strong, with 1/2 inch or smaller squares to hold the items brought up from the deep. I would say maybe 2 such nets and and extra net. The size of the nets 20 foot by 20 foot. The nets would need to have the square hole so that when being pulled up by the crane,, that if a chest tiped side ways small items such as coins, jewery of differnet kinds would not fall through. The meduim cranes would pull the nets on to the ship then my crew would unload the nets . Then once unloaded they would be sent to the water serface again, for more items form the deep. It would be good to have some kind of floatation around the edges of the nets also, and the nets need to be strong and hold up to salt water and not wear out.
Regular nets wear out fast in salt water."
Fi'rua will then go hand the list to the warforged, " can I get some kind of time to make siad items and the cost for the items. If it not to ask too much."
About barrels, there is a spell to keep items fresh. Now about how much would it cost to have the spell put on a barrel or barrels?
THe barrels would be used to keep fruits and other kinds of food fresh while on vayoge.
Do you have the spell? and how much to have the spell put on a barrel or barrels?
If you don't have the spell I know about where to find it, or start looking to find it.
The items are needed for a ship's recovery company:
The water to air bellows; for instance to blow up the air bags to float up the items to the surface, and the meduim to large air bags also.
The cranes will be needed to lift the items on to the Raven's Songs deck.
The nets, would it be possible to have two net, I'll explain.
The top net would have the 1/2 inch squares or smaller.
The second net attached to the bottom of the larger hole net.
The reson to catch any small items from falling into the water again. The top net would have to have strenght to hold chests, and other items with out damaging the ropes (Top net).
All items are not uncommon for a ship recovery company.
Ern,Tr notices the orc enter and gives him a nod.
"Nice day is it not" she say to him.
Ern,Tr notices the orc enter and gives him a nod.
"Nice day is it not" she say to him.
Oh yes, it is a lovely day.
"Ah, well let me see. The netting is rather mundane as are the cranes. I would suggest just going with the regular cranes unless you want to spend a lot of money, the pulley system Glenn can rig up will do the job with only one person cranking it, so it shouldn't need to be magically worked at all. The barrels we can do, though they require the permanent workings of certain spells so they'd be a little pricey but not too bad. So the total taking all of that into account would be... well dependant on how many of these things you wanted. The netting would cost you two hundred combined. The cranes would cost you one hundred and thirty each. The flotation bags would cost you five thousand four hundred and fifty eight gold for one set, and the barrels would cost you four thousand five hundred each."
Nets: 200gp (combined set)
Cranes: 130gp each (can lift 2,080lbs)
Flotation bags: 5,458gp (self-filling)
Barrels of freshness: 4,500gp (keeps organic material fresh)
I believe the price in gold would be 43,932.
Captain then looks at one of the ships crew with her, "Mind you Juluis is not from the Emeriskan Empire, go both of you and go get the gold for the shop here, do bring some more with you to guard the gold. Get the sucurity help also to escort the gold here. Unless you wish to go to the Raven's Song and collect the gold your self (talking to the warfoged).
How much more to install the cranes midship, just over the ships line? one on each side.
Julius I would invite you to join me on the Raven's Song: so we could talk some more, when ever you get the chance.I do like to hear other stories of where their from. You might get some staires from my crew though, pay them no mind when you do visite.." She says
Now depending on glen weather or not he can get the gold, or does he wish to have the gold delivered to him?
If Glen does wish to have the gold brought here then the two will go fetch it for him, along with others from her crew.
"These two will accompany your man back to the ship, where you'll put the coin in one of their bags of holding or both if the need arises. As well, for added protection, Mongo will be going with you. He is Glenn's stone golem, the one outside the door. I'll pass the order along and I'm sure it will be done by tomorrow, perhaps even in a few hours. Glenn is quite good at what he does but no, I am not at liberty to say how he does these things in such a short time."
"Julius I would invite you to join me on the Raven's Song: so we could talk some more, when ever you get the chance.I do like to hear other stories of where their from. You might get some staires from my crew though, pay them no mind when you do visite.." She says
I may just take you up on that offer, and to be honest, you get used to being stared at after five or six decades.
"How can I help you today sir?"
"Very well. I see nothing too extreme, it should all be ready by some time tomorrow, I'd suggest checking back then."
I do have other questions about magic items when your through with Julias."She then says this to Glen, "The offer of your men going to help is excepted, and I'll wait then for them to return. If you can't answer my questions about the nagical questions for the things I need I would apperacte directing me to who can make them then."She truns her attention to Julius then, "Julius if you would I would like to show you the Raven's Song, I too know how it feels to be looked at in that way. Some elfs of the Imperial Navy accept halfelfs, but others do not. It is harder being an halfelf amoung elfs than one thinks. I can tell you stories, and if you would I would like to hear some of your stories in turn.
I think you are striking in ways and have nothing to fear from me or my crew."
She'll wait for the two crew members to leave with your shop help and stay and wait till they return.
"No, I am not Glenn. I'm... not sure what made you think that. Glenn is currently busy in the back room with some research on some rather... strange things. I am his representative at the moment and am quite capable of giving out prices and the like. He'll be doing the work himself though I assure you... well, most of it. Perhaps I'll tackle an item or two but he'll be the one doing most of it."
((If you would all like, we can do a time skip to the next day since we're a bit behind the seafarer's guild with whats going on.))
Salise enters the shop again. When she sees the other orc she does a double-take. She whispers to Kaer-Thok:
Do you have a brother, Kaer?
Ern'tr says.
Then will start again, "The other irems that intrest me are antimagic grenades, and alchemist balls. The alchemest ball sould be between 1 an 3 foot round, they are for my ships protection, the antimagic grendades for my self and my crew. And prices on ships magical enhacments, and prices.,"
Thinking that the warforged came form Eberron crystal sphere or one of the makers came to this world from Eberron crystal sphere.
{As far as a time jump that would be up to Sssargoth also, since his character had the same time warp also. If a time jumps agree to then I will have to post my crews reactions from my First mate Juskirk's reactions and the crews reaction and actions to said events.}
Ern'ta would notice the two coming into the shop and give a quick look at them. Having seen them before she would just smile at them, not haveing meet them but seen the two. The look back at the warforged and Julius also.
Kaer-Thok shakes his head looking the other Orc over. He enters just behind Salise and makes a thoughtful noise.
"No... but... he does seem familiar from somewhere."
Well now, me being familiar could mean any number of things. I did know a Kaer though, with the full name of Kaer-Thok mind you. Met him in the Dul-Grek valley in our home plane of Ogbanar when he was about eight. He was a rather eccentric lad with his obsession with bathing daily and prefrence for the rapier over the axe. I taught him how to use the rapier to be twice as effective as someone swinging a great axe by the way. However, the odds of Kaer-Thok of the Dul-Grek valley and Julias the wanderer of nowhere in particular meeting again in such an unusual place as this is one in a really big number. Julias just grins at Kaer-Thok with his body language of complete dumbfounded shock. (Or as I assume has happened to him.:D )
"I can't say I remember that in the least. While it is true that I much prefer the rapier over any brutish axe... but my skills are largely self taught. I remember no wanderer or anything of the sort that taught these skills to me. I do indeed come from Dul-Grek valley but as I've said... I was not taught by some wanderer. Why you would make such a claim I am not sure..."
"What do you think? Shall we take this rather... arrogant gentleman along as part of a new crew? Or shall I best him here and prove his claims of an even match false?"
So, orc, want to see if you can be a sailor?
Shar zooms into the shop as well.
Quite crowded, aren't we? I was wondering if you could let me see Glenn so he could lend me a hand...?
She says the word 'hand' quite pointedly.
She'll say this to Kaer' Thok andf Julies, "I do understand why one would test themselves against others, when you do just be careful. I would be disappointed Julies if you coulden't see my ship."she would notice Shar coming into the shop also.
"Sorry Ma'am, I've been called many different things in my time but at the moment I'm referred to as "Swiftforge" as my taking to Glenn's... ways of creation have been rather quick. As for these items you speak of, I have never heard of them. Nor do I believe has Glenn, though you might need to ask him yourself for that."
Swiftforge turns toward Shar and nods, motioning toward the curtain that leads to the back room.
"Speaking of which, he has been expecting you."
Kaer-Thok grins slightly, wrapping his arms around Salise's slender waist and chuckling lightly.
"Well I would hope you've not been disappointed, as I don't recall doing anything to bring such about. But yes, if he is willing to take orders and serve as a member of the crew, I believe it might be most beneficial to have an additional warrior aboard, once things are all fixed up and ready. Perhaps we'll find some others to take on as crew as well... it would certainly be useful to begin gathering others, unless you wish to give sailing the ship by ourselves a try."
She will then trun her attention to Salise and Kaer-Thok, "I haven't really had the time to speak or introduce my self to both of you, I am Ern' Tra Fi'rua. Formelly of the Elven Imperial Navy, now captain of the Raven's Song", she thinks for a moment then.
You don't know a thing about sailing, do you? The biggest thing you can control properly with only two is a Launch! Well, we need at least five competent sailors to keep my ship going properly. I'm going to have to start teaching you or we'll need four others plus me while you start off as my cabin boy.
She pats his hands lightly.
Shar raises her eyebrows at Salise's wounded appearance, but takes no further action when she sees their displays of affection, turning instead to the half-elf.
Ah, I saw your name on our shipping register, Captain Fi'rua. Welcome. I am Captain Shar.
Now, I am delighted to see so many allies here, as there's been a bit of a disturbance down at the docks this morning, and I may shortly be calling on your aid. If you would all like to meet me in twenty minutes' time aboard the Blade...but, yet, you might wish to buy things here...
She deliberates a moment.
All right, anyone interested in repelling two kinds of undead at once? If you are, I'll invite you in to speak with Glenn as well, as I'm planning to discuss the operation with this excellent chap just now. Save time.
So, Swiftforge, can I go through to the back?
"Indeed, which is why I say it. I'd thought we would in fact need a number of sailors to keep our ship running properly. It had been a joke, but my... humor is not the easiest to catch it would seem."
Swiftforge glances between Shar and the others in the room and shakes seems to be thinking carefully.
"No. But yes. You may go back there, but YOU cannot invite others to join you there. If you would like to bring others, you'll need to ask Glenn. But as I said, he has been awaiting you. So you, and you alone, are clear to enter."
Shar strides into the back room, opening eyes wide at her surroundings, but looking out for the metallic flash of Glenn.
Ho there, Glenn!
A joke? It might be that I'm not used to being able to take someone less than seriously.
Salise seems lost and sorrowful for a while, then shakes her head disapprovingly at herself and glances up at Kaer-Thok again.
"Hello there, I've been waiting for you. Taken a little bit but I think I've got it! Quite a nasty bit of work here you know, I mean the stuff that was inside that thing... ewww. But luckily I think I've managed to figure out what it was that was doing all that nasty necromancy work after some experimentation!"
If it's a disease brought in by the breath, I'm fine.
She adds hastily, and taps the amulet around her neck.
Glenn points to the metallic mask over his lower face and his eyes and cheeks twist up into a smile.
Shar gives a wry grin.
We're probably going to need quite a large order of them.
But speed is of the essence; I'm afraid I angered Sargatanas by not handing over the boy when he demanded him, and now I'm going to have to fight them, too. Haven't got any positive energy bombs that would neatly wipe his crew out while leaving my docks intact, by any chance?
But the main thing is to stop this plague from the villages around the forest. Ah...
She has an idea.
Have you got that far-speaking device with you? The paladins would be perfect for this sort of thing, they don't even get sick...
So, orc, want to see if you can be a sailor?
[i]Well, it has been a while since I've run the rigging, but I'm rather sure I remember.[/i] Julias takes the pouch and parchment, and assuming the parchment is a bill of sale, he checks it.
Well, this is sounding like less and less fun, but I suppose that's all the more reason to help the poor people around the jungle. All right; so we'll just have to fight the undead and hope none of us get killed by them, meanwhile sending back any who are partially cursed to you. Will clean air protect us from everything but actual death at their hands?
To start with, I think I'll need a different sword...this one is particularly good at stabbing people in the heart, but that doesn't mean much to the undead.
Before we go any further: I have only ten thousand readily available gold at the moment. Perhaps others can pay for some of this too, but how far are you willing to help us, since this looks to be an expensive operation?
Well, good then. How experienced are you? Can you do navigation? Or were you just a common sailor unfurling sails?
"Maybe I shouldn't have made it a mask. Would have prevented all these misconceptions about this thing. But nooo... I had to go along with the 'plauge' theme and make it all mask-like instead of making it obvious that its some twisted magical effect. I really should charge them for all this, I mean really, does nobody listen to me? Anyway, you won't have to pay for these, as long as you bring me some infectees. I've got four of these things at the moment but nothing to cure someone already infected so be careful not to remove them. I'm not sure how long you need to be exposed to it for things to work... but just keep it on. Honestly I'd like to get my hands on whatever is making that stuff too. Have any idea what that might be?"
And the young man is fine physically now, though rather upset. It seems a bunch of organized undead came into his village and turned on some kind of machine that spreads this curse in the air.
OK; so, we'll take the masks for now. Thank you very much. And I think a cutlass would do better against these than my rapier; ideally I'd like it to be flaming and holy; how much would that be?
And, eh, do you mind if we cut off the infected bits and just bring you those? I don't like the thought of this stuff spreading in someone any further than it already has. It's got three parts, you said: the airborn part which kills you, the curse part which turns you into an undead, and the mind-control part that puts you under whoever's sitting on that throne?
"Nope, not at all. Not sure what it all does really, but theres apparently three types, one that effects the body, which might be airborne. Think that would be what makes the whole undead thing. Then theres one that seems to be mental... and some... other thing. Spiritual maybe? Won't be sure till I find one of them generator things you're talking about or until I get some other people with infections. And the whole thing would be better than just the parts, but if all you can get is the parts I suppose I can settle, though it will be hard to figure out a cure if I don't have the infected."
Shar bows her way out, holding the bag.
All right, folks. I hope you've had time to think about it. I can take a few of you with me now, if you're looking to fight some undead.
Salise looks up at Kaer-Thok, shrugging her shoulders.
"If you would like to, I suppose we can go. Though I am not as useful as at most times. Perhaps we could if Salise would like to get a bit of adventure while the ship is being repaired. But, if there are others that can perhaps do more than we... I will step back and allow them to help instead. What do you think we should do?"
Well, I'll probably think of something else and be back, but for now I'm going back to the Blade to see if that boy has calmed down enough to tell us where to go. I can receive you on my ship just as easily as up here.
With that, Shar jumps on her carpet and plummets down to the docks.
When Shar is safely out of earshot, Salise whispers,
That half-blood is not so demanding as I thought she might be.
But can we get our things now?
Well, good then. How experienced are you? Can you do navigation? Or were you just a common sailor unfurling sails?
[i]Well, it was a while ago, but I did mostly just unfurl sails, and defend the ship against pirates. Did a bit of navigation as well. Personally I wouldn't trust myself with much beyond the basics.[/i]
(What does the parchmant say, oh green and woderous one?)
((Sorry for not responding sooner, but my internet crashed this morning and I've been out of the house most of the day.))
After that he opens the sack and puts everything where it should be. His rapier going right back to his belt, then everythig else, and finally removing a book, before wrapping it in the sack it was in ad putting it in the sack that had all the coin.
She'll wait for his answer then ask Kaer-Thok and Salise, "If it not to much trouble could I know your names and then tell me what Captain Shar was talking about. This happening at the docks?. Do wait Julias I would like to speak further with you."
Brensas then go to find wizard shop, wizard shop who have.
He look and ask others where wizard shop is.
"Greetings Captain Ern'tra. I am Kaer-Thok, master swordsman. This is Captain Salise Lothrall of The Salise, a pleasure to meet you.
To answer your question, yes, some things have apparently occured at the docks. A small band of undead made their way to Shar's ship and left after she shouted a few things about backup... using our names as well as a few others I believe. While we made our way here, a massive skeletal dragon pulled itself from beneath the waves and sat upon the docks watching the blade. To my knowledge, and by her pressence here, I would assume nothing occurred after that. Other than, perhaps, the undead leaving."
"Sargatanas."
Glenn's voice comes from behind the curtain before he steps out, his helm back in place upon his head. He strides toward Kaer-Thok and exchanges a box and sack of things for some gold, Salise's shoes amongst those things. Afterward he turns his helmed head toward Ern'Tra, the gems that serve as eyes in the helmet flashing with light for a brief moment.
"Sargatanas is the name of the undead. He is the captain of a greatship, and one of my richer customers in the past. Indeed, I outfitted the entire temple of the damned all by myself. Which means that it is a dangerous and well protected place. I would urge you to be careful if you want to fight him, I made a lot of his things and that means they're top quality. Theres also all the undead and the really creepy stuff he has with him and some other nasties. But anyway, what can I do ya for?"
She would notice the new person entering the shop and take a quick glance at them, then turn back to the others.
"No captain, I don't think I can. You see, I have just as little information on the subject as you yourself do. I only saw it happen, that is all."
He strides out the door, Salise walking beside him and shrugging glancing back over her shoulder and eyeing the competition on the seas one last time before leaving. Salise puts on her new shoes as they walk and smiles, hopping along beside Kaer-Thok to get them on. When they reach the city's docks they step off into the air and descend, walking down toward Tyrannor's docks below.
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Glenn rubs the metal over his chin. He looks the woman over and shrugs, waving toward the back room and stepping through the curtains. As he does this, the warforged turns to the newcomer and nods.
"How may I help you today?"
kriteton then would go up to the warforged and hand him the list he has.
Orcy if you need the items and where their from I can pm them to you. on the list is a many fang dagger, blast globes, sending rings.
A holy cutlass, and something with which to see in the jungle, would be very nice. I'm sailing away now, so if you could maybe fly it out to me when it's done?
She goes back to her ship.
Once ther back ther she'll say to Glen," I know you don't know me, I have heard that your shop was a good place to shop from others. What I have in mind is something else, may hasp some kind of business deal between the two of us. I don't know what kind of raw ore's you can get or who supplies you but I do know where to find rare ore's, and other things that might hold some interest".
After he done he go find other shop to find if they make magic things then.
"Greetings, how can I help you today?"
Glenn taps his chin and shrugs his metal shoulders.
"Well, I suppose we might be able to work out some sort of deal. But I really do have acess to most of the things I need, another source doesn't hurt I suppose. What sort of thing were you thinking about hmm?"
Bren says to swiftforged, "My good fellow we are here to see Captain Fi' Rua, Were part of her crew. When you get a chance could you inform her that we are here."
"Pardon me, I am Adrelial Resquint." She says smiling "I know that this may sound silly, but do you have any dresses. I'm looking for a light weight, full-length dress, maybe a dark blue or purple with silver trim." Looking nervously outside, she decides it's better to leave right now and look for a dress later
Hello, Glenn. Thought I'd drop by to pay for the fine goods you delivered to my ship a few days ago. What's the price?
"The little witch I talked to didn't pay for it after she signed did she? Lets see... I believe I mentioned the price before, so you can pay that and that should be good. Say, you seem awfully friendly compared to that woman."
Shar walks up to him and hands over the money.
Well, I've just explained to Janine how rude it was for her to assume that you'd possibly have committed such an offense on purpose. I said to her, "a man who guards his own private workshop so particularly would never think of barging into a captain's private quarters." I'm sure she'll be quite agreeable to you now that that's been cleared up.
Shar gives him a smile assuring that all that has been put behind them.
Diplomacy: Diplomacy (1d20+18=29)
"Here it is, fifteen thousand nine hundred and eighty-six gold. But you know, my workshop and a normal room are far different. Mine is magical and contains all sorts of things that would do a great deal of harm to everything if played with. On top of that it has a reaaaaallllly funky effect on time, which just isn't good if you don't know what you're doing."
(15,986gp is right for a Holy Cutlass and the Goggles, can't remember if thats what was mentioned before or not, but Orcy beleives it must have been since its the price he comes up with)
Redhase, Orcy has PMed you about the items you requested, but he would also like to note that Blast Globes have been changed in the Magic Item Compendium, they no longer have a disintegration effect. He can send you the info on them if you would like.
One of them has lost his mind completely; the others aren't too bad.
I'm not suspecting you of any malicious intent - don't get me wrong - but the Noumenal Blade is not an inn, open to everyone at all times. If you wished to stay to look after the villagers, all you had to do was ask. As it is, this time I'll overlook it, for you meant well.
(Nothing against you personally; but do you really think Shar would leave her ship without making adequate arrangements for its protection? Of course she had the madman chained up!)
(Whoops lost my mind. Of course Shar would take care of everything. Sorry, just coming back into this character. My other one would most likely say something like that. Just need to set boundaries in my head. I'm Ok with playing more than one players at once as long as their scores are somewhat similar.)
Cheer up! You can help me herd them up here once I make the final arrangements with Glenn.
"Ladies, if I might? I've already told you that something is causing it located in the jungle. I've already told you that something is making this plague, which is what I call it but not what it really is in reality. It sort of acts like a plague in that it destroys the body but it is wholely necromantic in origin. I've already told you that it effects the body and another type of the disease effects the mind, which appears to have been in use at this settlement since Shar has said one man has lost his mind completely. I would not put it past whoever or whatever is currently in control of the temple to have used more than one of these necromantic devices to cause differing sorts of this plague at that location. If you'd like I can call it a 'necromantic blight' but plague just seems so much easier to say. Finally, yes I believe we can bring a ship down to the blade to gather up the people and bring them here."
((Orcy has been a little sick lately and has found concetration slightly hard, so he hasn't been posting as much as he should, sorry about that.))
I shall accompany the airship.
Shar leaves with the ship. Unless there are any complications, she comes back up again with all the people, accompanied by a few of her crew to guard the madman.
On the ship, Shar makes a few inquiries as to whether everyone - especially the kids - have a place to go after this. Since most of them are from the city guard, hopefully most of them do still have jobs here as well.
Lets just say others like her know how all of them look now, and a few others they have meet.
Kriteton will go ask the warforged if the items have been made as of yet or does he need to come back.
She says to Shar, "why don't all of us get there by these air ships then, can you not wait for us to join you".
(And I just realized that redhase is trying to pull a heist on my ship, so I'll give her a few rounds to talk to Janine before finishing up here. But redhase - you cannot assume that you have this network of Changelings to fall back on. That's something the GMs decide, not you.)
You two can come along if you'd like, of course.
Note- Bella is not magic in anyway she like any other cat just is really good at showing up places that they weren't a second ago. This is more for comic relief and will NOT be used in combat, unless one of the GMs (most likely Orcy) give it the Ok.
Unless the villagers were transfered to the blade (witch was not posted as to this action taking palce), some would still on the raven's song, gathered in the cargo hull to keep them in a group.
But I'll let it rest for now; shouldn't really affect anything.)
Lets do let this rest, the raven's song does have villagers on her. Now lets try and get the villagers to where they need to go, and get them help.
Shar motions the other two to wait for her at the airship.
I know you could really help us; you designed the Temple. I didn't ask earlier, because I know you want to protect your business interests. But when you see what these plagues have reduced these people to...I think it's moved beyond mercantile integrity. We need to stop this from becoming an epidemic over the whole country.
I'll see who wants to come with me this time; meanwhile, I'm going to get those people now. Come if you like.
Orcy have you thought about adding the lenes from the goggles of the ebon hunter to the masks? it would help.
"You know, I just don't like the idea of undead in jungles. Is there anything I should know that's different about this jungle?"
"Greetings good sir, I'm terribly sorry to bother you but all who enter the city are required to leave their signature in this book. Most simply use the docks of course, but no matter, I've a pair of legs and the knowledge on how to use them."
Cure Critical, from NPC, X2 (3d8+3=13, 3d8+3=14)
"Beautiful, absolutely beautiful. The order in this city is.... breathtaking. I must meet your leader someday, he is a great man and should know of the all-mother's blessings. But that aside i must ask you if you could direct me to someone who has an intimate knowledge of this land. A cartographer or maybe someone who has traveled extensively and knows of the surrounding area very well."
Might want to try the Guild of Seafarers, if you're looking for maps and travellers. I'm the GuildMaster; Captain Shar of the Noumenal Blade.
In fact, I might be able to answer your question right off: what do you want to know?
She takes in his brilliantly colored armor and proud gait at a glance.
"Sir, I believe I was more dramatic!"
He folds his iron arms over his chest and nods a few times, tilting his helmed head toward Shar and clearing his throat.
"Wouldn't happen to be trying to pull customers away would you? In the middle of my city!? My lady this means war!"
Glenn reaches into his cloak and draws forth a quill pen, shaking it menacingly at Shar, growling with mock fierceness.
"Well met milady, I am Fel Drakensteed. Vanguard, law enforcer, eradicator of chaos. As vanguard i am here to ascertain an area for which my compatriots and I will be operating out off as a compensated lawbringing force... Mercenaries if you will. The area must be large, preferably in a mountain range, in which our companions will be comfortable to live. Ahh... here comes my partner now."
Over the edge of the city flies a large scaled beast gleaming in the sun, blood dripping from his maw. The dragon circles over head and lands lighter than a feather. Fel walks to it and places his head against the down stretched head of the dragon. Closing his eye a old language poors from his lip, as well from the dragons.
If you know draconic:"Blessed are the children of the all-mother, may she cleanse the world of chaos and those who would seek to affront her will."
Again he turns to Shar speaking in common.
"This is my partner, Daken. He is one of the companions for which i seek a place to reside as well as myself and several others like us."
Daken's long tongue slips from his mouth and licks the blood from it as he looks Shar over.
I let you be the maker of items, and you let me be the world traveler, all right? This fellow had a map question, is all. I'm not even making any money off him. And yes, you were more dramatic, until you got to the bit with the quill pen. I think I rather preferred how you looked earlier, all that extra muscle...
I really should do a performance sometime, I haven't told a good story in ages...well, perhaps once these people are settled and I don't feel quite so burnt.
And to Fel (She did not appear to understand his dragon).
That's an impressive dragon, mister - would he take me for a ride? - and if you're looking for mountains I'd go upriver about four days' journey, and head north when you see the foothills on your port.
But why do you have to "eradicate chaos"? What's so bad about chaos?
She gives him a merry grin and tosses a handful of fireworks out of her palm, and winks at him.
Shar is quite obviously flirting with both of them, and waits to see how they'll react.
"Mountains are fun, lots of mountains. I've done some work in the mountains before, had a few places where I was doing work actually. The guild of ultimate evil wanted mines, they wanted to do them themselves though instead of letting me do things which would have been far faster but oh well. Other things too, quite a bit you know."
Glenn lifts his pen and swings it around through the air, a rapier forming from the shadows around it and extending forward.
"The pen is mightier than the sword they say! I like both, they seem to be a good combination together, fancier too!"
Glenn stabs forward and then releases the sword, replacing the weapon in his robe and shrugging.
"So, like the muscled look hmm?"
Shar's brow darkens.
My second was the greatsword-swinging type.
And then of course there's the singers...nothing so nice as a man that can sing along with me. Or a fellow with a nice ride, some can be almost as nice as my ship.
She finishes with a light smile again.
In draconic: "Careful my brother, she holds knowledge we can use."
Fel looks to his partner and gives a nod then turns to Shar and Glenn smiling widely, his armor shining brightly in the sun, giving a chuckle.
To Glenn: "It is an honor to meet you my lord, this city of yours is as grand in scale and decour as it is in efficiency and the order I prize so highly, you truly have the all-mother's blessing. Before your magnificent entrance I was inquiring about locations a group may set up in this area. I am Vanguard to my bretheren and must find an area for which we can conduct business out of. We prefer it be mountainous and large so as to fit our partners' size for a comfortable stay while we operate about. Have you knowledge of anything i have described?"
To Shar: "Milady you are enchanting i have to admit. But i think we both can agree while chaos is at times... amusing, it is order that gives our lives meaning, just look around this grand city and you will surely agree. As for a ride, my partner would be more than willing to exhibit his expertise in the air to you. Then perhaps you could guide us to possible area's where my aforementioned party and I could settle in?"
With this he bows slightly and holds out a hand to Shar while Daken walks to his flank and lowers a shoulder so that she could more easily climb to the saddle on his scaled back.
"Accompany me and I may even be able to change your opinion of us greatsword swingers."
Sense Motive; does Fel intend harm? (1d20+4=22)
Glenn nods a few times and rests his fists on his hips, looking around the city with an air of pride.
"I assure you milady, while you are in my care and astride my partner i will allow no harm to come to you. My word is my bond, one i am unwilling to break. Shall we? I would very much like to see this area with a sharpened eye. Especially this keep of which Lord Glenn speaks."
I'm a pally. I cant lie. Fel will not harm you.
Shar orders her carpet to add itself to the saddle cushioning and then leaps lightly onto the dragon.
Next time, Glenn! I'm assuming you've got those villagers sorted out now?
She says more quietly to Fel:
Just don't hold onto my shoulders - I got a bit burnt by my fireball-wielding doppleganger this afternoon.
She allows the image of herself to swirl for a moment, revealing singed patches of skin and hair and clothes.
"My lord, you spoke of a keep, if you would be so kind as to direct us? With your description and the lady's knowledge it should be a short trip if even a day."
To Shar:"Shall we?"
Bading farewell to Glenn, Fel gives a hearty pat to the side of the dragon he sits upon. Reaching down he unstraps his helmet and again places it on his head. Once more the ancient language lets loose from his lips.
In draconic:"To the sky my brother! Our travels may soon be at an end!"
With another loud roar Daken charges down the street and leaps into the air leathery wings beating powerfully catching the wind lifting them all into the sky above Glenndria. A flicker of joy licks at Fel's mind and he places his arms around Shar's waist for what he assuredly knows is about to come. Daken's scales blazing like fire given life he performs several barrel rolls and flips in the air as they head north out of Glenndria.
To Shar: "Lead on milady."
Ride Check; to stay in the saddle, just in case. (1d20+32=44)
A small noise of pain turns into a shout of delight at the dragon's maneuvers, though when the flips are over she detaches Fel's arms.
What did I tell you about holding on to me? That would be a lot more comfortable if you wanted to finish healing me, paladin.
And for now, just follow the river.
"Drink this, it will cause your wounds to heal."
Daken pumps his wings and brings them all up to just below the level of the clouds. The wind is lessened here and he makes more use of the updrafts to fly swiftly along.
Thanks, Fel. Normally I'd put up with it until my own small skill was replenished, but I'm afraid I'm not used to riding, and those burns were not agreeing with the saddle sores I'm sure I'll get.
Though why did you waste a potion? Paladins have healing from the gods, don't they?
As her skin loses the raw red look, she settles more comfortably into the saddle.
(We should probably move this to the GOUE thread. Or start a new one for the northern mountains in the Legends subforum.)
once inside he will look to find glen.
"Milady, wake up, we have arrived again in Glenndria."
Right, thank you. I hope your friends find you soon. If you do want to help me with the undead, I'll be leaving tomorrow or the day after at the latest.
Do you have somewhere to stay for the night?
"No, and from what I have seen none would have the proper rooming that Daken would need. It is unfortunate but not many places have the room needed to properly accomadate a dragon... unless you know of a temple of Tiamat in the city below?"
Might be one. But he could stay at the docks if he won't set anything on fire. Dragons may be big but ships are bigger. And I've got a few passenger cabins that'll fit a human easily enough.
"Lead the way."
She gestures to the edge of the flying city.
"Which ship is yours milady?"
The Noumenal Blade, black-plated longship with the shallow draft.
And Daken can stay at the dry-dock; I figure he'd prefer that to the water. Just moved the Salise out of there this afternoon.
At the deck, Shar finally hops off the dragon, waving to the night watch, and stretching her legs with a groan.
All righty, just come belowdecks here and I'll show you to a cabin...
"Ah, Lord Glenn. Would you think it possible you and I talked once your business with Shar is complete?""
The day before he had set to work on the people, handing a device to Lunaria to tend to those who's bits he would cut off, allowing her to have access to the regeneration spell at will. He then went about hacking at body parts while constructs held the less-willing people down. Gathering them all up in a bloody pile and setting most of them off into a box. The box still sat at the side of the room, keeping each part preserved and in a sort of stasis until Glenn was ready for it. In reality the actions taken by Glenn and the subsequent study time has taken well over a day and possibly a night as well. The time of his back room seeming to be off-base with the time in the world outside. Juskirk and Lunaria would have taken note of this easily as time passed inside the room but outside the day was still bright.
Clearing his throat he rolls his shoulders and leans back on his stool looking over Shar and Fel.
"Morning already? I'm going to have to adjust a few things back here then, not giving me enough time at all I'd say. Someome must have been playing with my settings! Oh thats not good, that warforged must be sleeping on the job again. That is to say, not doing his job right and being lazy since warforged don't need to sleep and all that. Anyway, your passengers are fine though I don't think most of them like me much after the other night. I sent them off to stay in one of the buildings down below. If you want to see them take the well of flying down, its next to the docks which I hear SOME people don't seem to want to use."
Glenn shifts an eye over toward Fel and looks him over, smirking slightly and waving a metal limb.
"But, if its business you're here for then I suppose I can make an exception! Just this once though. Find anything fun and interesting? I wouldn't think so, haven't been gone for very long. Unless of course your dragon is unnaturally fast, then I might have to give him a look over. See how he works, could make a fine effigy if hes a special breed you know. Might sell pretty well.... an army of exceptionally fast red dragons... hmm...."
I will check on them. But speaking of the docks, I have a bit of a plan.
She moves forward to speak to him privately.
I want to hire one of your airships so I can beat Sargatanas to the Temple. And, how many masks can I hope to have by what time? So I know how many allies to take with me?
She puts her small hand to his face, wiping the blood off and then magicking it off her own hand.
Sorry about last night. I should've thought whether everyone likes a little friendly teasing as much as I do.
Once he finds out he then goes to Glen's shop. Goes inside and sees the others there, he pays them no mind.
He'll wait for one of glen constructs to see to his order, of course having shadow wraped around him.
He'll go hand a paper to to the one behind the desk, it's in common. then wait to be told how long it will take to make the items.
"I apologize my lord, I knew not of the existence of the well, I would never intentionally disrespect the order of this place. I shall use the docks to land from now on. "
With a thought Fel asks Daken to wait for him at the docks. Almost immediately the noise of the dragon taking off can be heard. At the mention of Daken's speed Fel beams with pride.
"Indeed Daken is swift. He flies faster than most Young Reds due to the favor of the all mother and specialized training I took when I first started riding him. He is truly an amazing Dragon."
When Shar is finished with Glenn privately Fel looks to him and asks.
"My lord, the keep you spoke of we did not reach and Captain Shar will be occupied elsewhere while I continue my duties, would it be possible to purchase a map from you or one of your associates in this city?"
"Well, I don't really mind... it's nice to hear someone acting like they're interested in me for anything more than my work. Even if there isn't actually any interest there. The thought of it is nice at least."
He clears his throat and looks over toward Fel as he speaks. Looking toward the celing and making a thoughtful noise he nods a few times.
"Yes, I believe I have plans somewhere around here for making a map that will show you the terrain you are currently in and for... a few miles I think around where you are. Changing and magical, always a good thing if you're looking for something."
Out front the warforged gentleman that is usually behind the counter is still there. He looks up and nods to the shadowy individual, looking over the list of items.
((Go ahead and send that to Orcy, he isn't sure if its the same as what you asked for before and quite honestly isn't sure if he still has that list))
So - about those airships?
Shar gives him a wry smile, trying to both stay on ground he's comfortable with - his work - and yet move beyond it as well.
About he only thing he would like to find out is the time to make the wands, then he can come back.
He will then look over at the others there then look back, though kind of hard to tell in some ways.
he'll wait to be told the time to make the items, from the warforged.
Brensas see shadow in shop and look at Glen and others.
He go up to the shadow person in shop, " do shadow hurt, you have shadow all around you. " He then put his hand in shadow. then pull hand out.
"what you name, have you meet thasis form guild of evil, he part shadow too."
Thank you for all your work. And I have a new ally now, though I don't know if he can join us in Horechound. Got to save a little time for fun or else what's the point of all the keeping the forces of evil out of your bay?
With another glance at Fel,
Or at least the forces of wanton destruction.
http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1315974
If he does make it he takes the kenders hand back out then lets go.
In a whispery voice, "This thais I don't know, why don't you go find some one else and go bother them"
then he says to Glen, "I'll be back to check on the items." then will disappear through the shadows.
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Now that this is done and I go first, then pass into shadow is used. Follow if you can.
After the shadows disspates no one is there.
"Well, lets see... I suppose I... could let you borrow a ship, though it isn't going to do a whole lot of good for you I'd guess. You could fly over the jungle but your ship is faster. Of course they could fly over the forest and drop you into it, but you'd really want to be able to see into the forest before you do that because landing on a tree might not be... plesant."
Glenn glances over toward Fel and nods.
"If you'd like."
She sighs in frustration, and mutters to herself.
Is it faster to sail, and be stuck fighting things, or to take the slow but safe airship?
Anyway, I need to know how many masks there are at this point.
Shar seems very anxious, every second of delay seeming to charge her with an energy she can't release.
I'm going to go see who I can round up, and make sure those villagers all have places to go. Then I'll stop by here again to conclude arrangements.
See you around, Fel; see you soon, Glenn.
Shar rolls her carpet under her arm and strides out of the shop, a pensive expression on her face.
Opening the door he'll go inside, with the shadow around him.
He goes up to the one behind the desk, still with shadow wrapped around him.
Orcy I'll send you a list of items for Zern, on the list should be the many fanged dagger first. The price you charge should help to determaied what kinds of shadow wands he can buy.
Glenn tilts his head to the side watching Shar as she leaves then, noticing Fel is still there he clears his throat."What can I do for you sir? Map right? Let me look through my tomes here to find the particular ingreedients for that sort of item... how soon would you be needing this? I could see if I have one somewhere at hand too... but that again is in the tomes... hmm... so to the books anyway!"
Glenn lifts his feet from the ground and looks over toward a number of large bookshelves, which his chair immediately begins to slide over to... no, not slide. The chair was walking by itself.
Out front the warforged looks up to the shadowy visitor and gives a slight nod.
"Greetings again, did you have more to request? Glenn is busy at the moment but the items will be ready as soon as he has time. He is currently assisting the woman who just left in some business."
(he's alittle nicer than artimas is)
He hands the warforged the list. on the list is this.
the many fanged dagger, 24,234gp (.75% of full price)
wand of shadow spray, spell compendium p.p. 186
after giving the warforged the list he says, "I'll wait then to see how long it will take."
"Morning, or afternoon. What happen while I slept Glenn? Or is it Sir Glenn? One can get confused some days. Anyways, I need to get going..."She leaves for the Seafarers Guild.
By the gods sun light how awufel, just the thought of it, disgusting to him.
Zern goes inside and gives asks the warforged if the items are finished yet. Once he finds out he'll give the warforged a bag wiht the 32, 772 gp, of course he'll look over the dagger and the wand.
Then he'll thank the warforged and leave by the door and go in to the shadows once out side and leave.
When she get there she go into glen shop, and look around, then go to counter.
When she there she ask the one there at counter to speak to Glen.
He will go inside the shop and go to the counter. wait for the new women there of course, after she's done he'll go to the warforged and ask for the wands.
Once the wands are brough up to him, he'll pay the 19,126 gp and of course ask for the words to use the wands. then leave.
Shortly before midnight, as the newly repaired ship drifts gently at its moorings, Salise starts to writhe and breathe quickly in her sleep.
"Salise... its alright, its just a nightmare. Just a nightmare."
Kira! ... I mean Kaer.
I want to forget! I don't know why the dreams are coming back. I never dreamed. I didn't want to dream. I just want to forget everything...
She starts rubbing her eyes, hard, to take away the pictures.
"It would be easier just to forget but it never does any good to forget where you have been. Unfortunately it seems... we're forced to accept the things in our past. Perhaps that will... help with the dreams. Otherwise, I suppose all I can offer is to be here for you when you wake."
Don't say that. I can't listen to you if you say I have to be forced to accept...
She trails off, obviously still upset by her dream.
The cook of the Bloody Buckskin was coming after me with his ugly white face and his butcher's knife. I ran and ran but he cornered me at the bow of the ship. I couldn't do anything else so I grabbed the knife and stabbed him in the throat. But then his mask fell off and it was m-my sister...
Kaer-Thok sighs slightly and gives Salise a gentle squeeze with his large arms.
Thanks, thanks. I think you're the problem; you make me care what happens to me, so I start to care about what used to happen to me. And it's all so frightening. I don't want to care because then I don't know what I'll do if I remember everything. But you also make me feel safe.
She pauses, thinking.
But you make me feel like a child. So tiny compared to you, so frightened, so ignorant of schooling and everything like that. And you're not even fifty!
Kaer-Thok smiles and chuckles slightly at her last comment.
"We orcs rush ahead in life sometimes. Our lives can be relatively short, given our place in the world. We are not the longest lived of peoples, despite the High Councilor not many orcs are known to reach over 100 years. Though it has happened. We are forced to learn and grow faster... as well many of us carry a great thirst for battle and combat. Our society has always placed high regard on powerful warriors... leading many of my kind to fight so that they can be recognized and gain status."
No, I know of elves who learn great mysteries and far surpass the other races by the time they reach a hundred years. I think I'm just stupid and scared. I get up earlier and earlier to practice my writing. Because I'm afraid I'll never catch up, and because I'm afraid to go to sleep again. Only a child is afraid of sleep.
"Perhaps, though it is more common for many elves to simply sit back and let the world go as it will, as long as their terrirtory is not threatened. Of course, this is during the old days before the war. Elves now live as nomads... and are at times more savage than my own people. But this is from a diffrent wo- er... land. Don't be so ashamed of fearing sleep. Though they will not admit it themselves, there are those Orcs even who fear sleep. or rather, death in their sleep. It is the dreams you fear not the sleep itself... and that is understandable. As I've said before, this is something new... and all things that are new and different have... parts to them. Some we enjoy some we do not."
She settles herself in the crook of his arm and closes her eyes again.
(Night.)
"Well, I suppose I should start with the orcs. The world was once ruled by our people, a land that we called home and worked and built for many years. The elves were our enemies, claiming territory that was not theirs, calling it 'sacred ground' but in those days the elves claimed everything forested was sacred ground to them. They were a constant annoyance to our people, attacking our tribes and striking out at our settlements. Some time down the line it is said that a band of elves grew to revere the Ujek Banar, the black moon.
You see, in Ogbanar there are two moons, one silvery and bright like that which most people know. The other is black and dark, barely visible in the night sky it gives off an eerie glow, covering the landscape in a strange effect causing lighter colors to glow unnaturally. These elves became the dark elves, the Drow, who after warring with their own people were forced underground to hide and perform their worships away from the elven eye. At roughly the same time a new breed of being was coming into existance. None are really sure how they came to be though some of our people believe it was through elven magic and experiments on certain types of forest creatures. But these beings were called the Shierhuamenaar, the elves always did have a need to name things with far too much complexity. Eventually, because of the inability of the Shierhuamenaar to speak, or tolerate I personally believe, their name, it was shortened to 'human'. These beings broke away from elves and orcs alike, refusing to serve either, and they reproduced quickly.
During these ages the orcs were long lived, almost as long as elves. Times have changed much since then but our people grow longer lived as of late because of our re-awakened ties to the natural world. But, I'll cut this shorter... the humans and elves eventually worked together to drive our people into near extinction, until we became savages much like most believe orcs to be. The humans of course, turned on the elves afterward. They got what they desereved if you ask me of course...
But, after living as savages for a long time, it was roughtly fifty years ago that we finally came back to our roots. The great lord Dul-Grek, son of a tyrannical orcish warlord who's name shall not be spoken of, he was a wise man. He saw a future for the orcs with more civilized and intelligent pursuits. He sided with the humans during the Khi'Ujek Banar, or as it is known by most races the Black Moon Wars. Saving the young prince from certain death at the hands of the dark beings that attacked the continent, the dromkarians. Our people won their freedom and independant rule over our own land. The Dromkarians were defeated and driven back, I believe they have visited this world, but are known by their ancient name in the tounges of man, Skygge.
Since then our people have been at peace amongst ourselves. We have created a city in the mountainside of Dul-Grek Valley. The great buildings of stone are made in the style of our ancestors and some of our people have taken to more scholarly arts and learn well in their duties. Our people thrive in trade, we have returned to paying homage to the spirits of the world and the elements that compose it as well. It has produced some fine specimens of orc, intelligent with natural orcish trates of fierce loyalty to friend and family as well as a high sense of honor. We've come far as a race indeed..."
Kaer-Thok looks down toward Salise, seeing if she is still awake. Having his doubts of course that she'd heard more than perhaps half his story.
She says this sleepily as she's drifting off.
"Good morning Salise... go for a swim?"
She looks a bit consternated and stops working on her hair.
I was trying to take a bath. Well, the ocean is deep, so I was swimming, and I kind of went for a swim once I got used to the water, but I was trying to take a bath like you do. Did I do it wrong?
"No... no... we use clean water for bathing Salise. Salt water just manages to get you all salty and... well dear you smell like the ocean. Clean water is what you want, it makes you feel a lot better. Maybe we'll have to show you how its done right. Now, shall I give your hair a try?"
She hands him the comb back.
No use doing this if I have to wash it all over again. But you are not using our drinking water. Takes long enough to fill the barrels at the well anyway.
"I'll have to talk to Glenn and see if he can make us something to keep fresh water coming. Perhaps something that can convert salt water into fresh water. That way we won't have to worry about runing out and I can maintain my faniciful indulgences."
Oh yeah, and you can buy a net that fish automatically leap into, and we'll never starve again.
She runs a hand down her side, feeling the firm flesh underneath her garment.
This is the longest I've been on shore for a while. You can tell.
Salise shakes the worst of the wet out of her hair and straps on her chain mail and short sword.
Kaer-Thok climbs out of the bed and stretches, donning his clothing and strapping his rapier to his side after a bit of stretching like every morning.
Salise gives Kaer-Thok a sideways look.
But that's the sort of thing you aim to prevent me from doing, ain't it.
Or there is some place to resgister, a guild hall main bulding Maybe?
she still want talk to glen first, then if resgistier dhe do that.
Just like me.
She pauses a long time, then speaks almost to herself, not looking at Kaer-Thok.
I found a master who's kind so I hardly remember that I'm not free.
"You are not a slave Salise... I have told you this before. You are as free as I am, I could no more force you to stay or do something you do not wish. You've been free for a long time now Salise... I'm not sure why you still feel you are not."
She runs her fingers along his arms with genuine affection; but, the question in her voice is no less genuine.
"If... you truely wished to leave me. Then I would not stop you. It would not be easy to see you leave, but I cannot hold you against your will. I do not wish to see you go because of my love for your Salise... but I do not wish to see you unhappy either."
If I'm free to be anywhere, I think I'll choose to be right here. I think... I think I would want you as my lover even if it wasn't so, so convenient for me to be yours. Even if you weren't paying for my ship and acting as my bodyguard and wanting my affection in return. I think I actually love you.
"It makes me happy to hear that."
She starts to smile more broadly and breaks into happy tears.
I don't really know, how, what -
This is a new emotion; gradually she is opening up beyond her range between rage, fear, and tiredness. As well, her sailors-and-slavers vocabulary seems completely deficient for what she's trying to say. It soon exhausts her.
But yes, slaves, I know where to find those.
"Well... then I suppose if we want a crew we should probably go see to that. Then maybe we can get out to sea again and away from all the problems in this city and apparently on these docks."
Kaer-Thok waves a hand toward the outside indicating the recent explosions that seem to have occured on the docks not too far away.
I'm in need of a new crew, and I've landed that rich guy, so I can do it the quick way and just buy 'em up. Got anyone good? Maybe some actual sailors if you captured a trade vessel?
The human captain glances at Kaer-Thok curiously during this speech, then jerks his head sideways toward the ship. The two head up the gangplank.
I'm not sure if Sir wants to board my humble vessel, but if Sir wishes to you must give up your weapons. Can't have two armed strangers on my ship.
Salise shakes her head slightly at Kaer-Thok.
"Ah, sir. Nothing more than decoration. Note the fine pommel, the nicely designed sheath. Naught more than a bit of show, I've brought no true weapons... honestly, what orc would use such a sword?"
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Right, Sir, sorry, Sir. Got nothing against decorations and badges and such prettiful stuff.
He looks vaguely disappointed for some reason...and you can see that he's ogling Salise as they disappear into the hold.
Salise does not appear to notice. But perhaps she's just very good at hiding things.
A row of cages lines either side of the narrow aisle. Ten men on one side, eleven women on the other. They're mostly young, look like sailors from an unlucky crew. A few good-looking ones seem like they've been kept that way for the market, among them a confused nobleman. Two men and one women have bloody backs and a defiant look in their eyes. Another woman's mouth is bloody. These four are manacled and hobbled. She spits toward the captain and more blood than water hits the dirty deck. The rest stare ahead vacantly, except for one formerly well-dressed mother holding her little girl.
Salise looks at all of them with a practiced eye. The red-mouthed woman catches her eye and the two start a stare-down, but human eyes can't match Salise's red unblinking gaze.
"What do you think? How many do you believe we will need to run things and will any of these suit such needs well? The spirited ones seem a good idea... though defiance might be a bit of a problem... hmm... that can be solved."
Three or four if all we want to do is sail; twice that if we want to keep a decent watch and be able to keep up a fighting force. I had twenty before but many were relatively unskilled. Any but those rich ones will do. I'll take women for the officers but either can do the grunt work.
Oh, and I'm good at breaking defiant people.
She flexes her fingers.
The captain looks on politely, winking at one of the girls, who spits more blood at him.
"What exactly may I ask sir... is your going rate? One must of course know prices and the like before any decisions can be made. As well I may need to examine a few of these individuals physical condition. I note that a number have been bloodied and would hate to make a purchase only to find that a limb were not in good working order and whatnot. Fragile beings some of these you know, can't be too careful."
Salise nods slightly.
Tell me which ones ya wanna see and I'll bring 'em out. But I can tell ya the only thing that ain't working is that girl's tongue, and I'd say that's a bonus.
Then I'll take everyone except that pansy family and the half-orc.
It's good to see you back on the job, Salise. Heard you got scared when the rumor started going around ol' Mennerd was killed in his sleep by a wild beast with glowing red eyes in the dead of night.
Yeah, I'm just glad the new guys haven't wised up to previewing the wares as soon as they hit the docks. Better deal for me.
Well, if you was ever to bring those red eyes o' yours here, you can be sure I wouldn't be wasting the night with sleepin'.
Salise's tone grows icy.
I wouldn't think of depriving a human of his much-needed rest.
"Ah now 'sir' that isn't entirely appropriate now is it? I don't like that sort of thing my dear man, and I ask that you do not say such things in the pressence of a lady again."
The captain looks back and forth between the two.
Well, well.
We'll take all except for the expensively-dressed ones and the half-orc.
Sure, sure.
He starts to unlock the cages and bring the people out.
Don't want your boyfriend eying one of his own kind, do we?
Salise's eyes flash and she says quickly: It doesn't matter, we can take her too.
"Sir, I'd like to inform you that-"
His tone changes to his usual deeper voice and his eyes narrow.
"You are starting to **** me off."
Don't - he's one of the nice ones, we can finish the deal and get out of here, and he doesn't need a weapon to be dangerous.
In common:
Step lively, everyone, or else. Give him the money, dear.
Salise starts herding everyone to the ship's boats for a less obtrusive transfer.
He grins as Salise gets out of earshot.
Man to man, Sir, you wanna watch a little lady like that. If you marry her more likely a widow will be inheritin' than a son. Speakin' o' money, got the dough for me here?
Kaer-Thok hands him the coins for their purchase and heads out after Salise.
(How many was that total so I know how much to take off?)
The family left in the hold stares out after them forlornly.
One of the sailors comes with them to row the boats and irons back.
Now all of you were sailors before, and you're all going to be sailors now. Lucky for you I'm looking for a new crew, so the best will get to be officers. How's that for a reason to work hard? And of course if you don't you can always ask around for what I do to lazy bums.
Salise smiles wickedly.
"Them too."
You're such a softy. Although I guess I shouldn't complain...but you are going to make a miserable pirate.
They reach the Salise and the slaver-ship sailor takes the boat and irons back. Salise puts the troublesome ones straight back in irons.
"Alright people... as the lady has said... we need a crew. You are going to be that crew... prove yourselves and you will win your freedom. A good thing to work toward I believe..."
Half of the people obey orders and the ship gets under weigh.
Salise comes around once the ship is on course, speaking in Undercommon again:
What did you bring them for? You can see they've never done a lick of real work in their lives, and the kid is just going to be trouble. Never keep kids if they're under forty - or ten, as the case may be - I always say. Trouble to keep and don't fetch much. That's why Bryant is such a softy - can't bear to kill the kids. That and he doesn't let his crew at any of the prisoners if he knows they'd beat 'em up too bad.
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Shar comes into Glenn's shop once again, followed by the other Seafarers. For once she has not hidden the injuries she's sustained.
Hello, Glenn. Change of plans. We've got trouble enough at our own doorstep before we think of setting out to Horechound again.
"What has happened, milady?"
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Glenn looks up from his work and tilts his head at Shar's injuries. He makes an inquisitive grunt and begins to speak, his voice coming as a muffled sound. He pauses and pats his face, finding that hes wearing a mask he removes it and clears his throat.
"Sorry about that, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted by this thingy here... what happened to you?"
Salise says brusquely and turns away.
Do whatever you want with them.
***
Well, let's see. After we left your shop this morning that shadow fellow followed me and sent some kind of ice-storm at me and my dock guard in a hit-and-run. Then an hour later someone, probably invisible because we didn't manage to catch him, set off bombs in two of my guildmembers' ships. So we're here to purchase some wards while our ships are being repaired.
Speaking about it, Shar becomes angry again.
Once she enters glens shop, seeing Shar and the other man she is talking too.
Andrilis goes to the the warfprged at the desk, "I would ask to speak to master crafter Glen." wondering to her self how the warforged got here, was they made here or came from ebrron.
Brensas going with shar listens to what Shar say to glen, looking glen over with interest.
I know shar ask brensas before if he plan on going after the shadow thing that attack them both. brensas is neutral like tigers are, why go hunt someting if maybe you see them again latter. then brensas do something.
"I know, but you more than anyone know what has come from that. The memories, the dreams, all those things that we can and have prevented. A good thing, wouldn't you say my dear? We'll find something for them to do..."
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"Ah, defenses defenses! Those I'm good with yes yes! I'm great with defenses, why I couldn't even sneak into a building I'd made defences for once. I could have of course just destroyed the building completely but that wouldn't have been sneaking in. Though I suppose I could have snuck into the rubble but what would the point of sneaking into a bunch of rubble be?"
I don't care about her. She's human, or mostly. Time one of them had something real to cry about.
***
Well, the other ladies and I were thinking we want something with which to identify possible threats - perhaps an identifying force over the dock area? And we want a way to keep intruders off of ships; I've heard of magic lanterns which could be useful there. And finally, we need to either fireproof everything or get you to make some kind of aquatic effigy which can swim to and put out fires. Come to think of it, if it could keep Sargatanas' undead dragon away, that'd be good too.
Brensaw says this to glen, " Glen you can make explosive disks, can you make bullits priest. how about acid bullit.
with all bullits hurting more and make them bigger, say so they fit in hand.
can you make healing tiles. Can you make alchemist balls too Glen.
the last thing I think about is lighting ballista, maybe make so it have wheels that lower to place on ground. then pull level of some kind so wheels can move lighting ballista.
if shar let me I place on shars ship then we can use when we go to temple of damed. maybe if way to roll down ship ramp so it go as far as can.
I need way to fight dead glen, sword no good. Maybe some kind of hammer that hurt dead.
alachemist balls help too glen."
"I'm... not sure what it is I've missed here."
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Glenn looks over toward the little kender and waves a metal arm around.
"Well of course I can make those things but not for someones ship when they haven't asked me to do it for them. You see, I could make it but where would you put it if she didn't want them on her ship? She asked about defenses not things to use for offenses. Quite different I assure you, though I do know somone who claims to enact 'static offense' in which he sits down and fights when the enemy comes or is driven to him or something of the sort. Strange man. Anyway, I can make all of those things yes, shouldn't be a problem but the question was on defenses. Indetifying forces seem a little... iffy. Not sure how well it would work making something that would tell you who someone as when they came through. Might be able to but I imagine some of the businesses down on the docks would take offense to such a thing. I can make it so that everyone who passes through an archway from each dock or to each dock would be made visible or I could do some research and see if I can do what you'd like me to."
A small metal form, almost forgotten, pops up from behind a window. Why it's there, no one knows.
Can I help? Pleaaaase? I promise to not light the area on fire by accident...
(Yeah, Shiny's back. And no, he's not going to begin making sense.)
*The port*
The skarns wander into town, looking for anyone who seems like they would be up on current events.
My uncle Mervis find lighting ballasta, it for town use to defend against orcs and other things, it still work, but not move around it need to be fixed.
If shar no mind we use lighting ballasta on her ship and then take with us as far as can. we bring back and then when I leave ballasta go back to hidden coin with me.
Can you go to hidden coin and fix other lighting ballasta glen so kender no have to hold thing up, it broke in some ways.
He ask Shar this, Shar you no mind if lighting ballasta be on your ship, then maybe use at guild while I stay at guild. if need to use on things to proctect guild then can use to help guild.
if shar no want on her ship for now then, I ask other captain's to put on ship for now. We use at jungle dock and then take back to hidden coin when I done at temple of damed and go home. it can be used for guild defense till I go back and see how hidden coin is doing. then it go back with me and it say for kender to use.
If shar no mind lighting ballasta beiong on ship for now.
he ask glen this: can you make lighting crossbolt for me too."
She breaks off, choking on the words.
Just take care of them before I think of something nasty to do to them.
***
Oh, hi, Shiny.
She mutters to herself...Maybe if I take both of them they'll keep each other occupied...
And aloud,
I wouldn't mind having the ballista on my ship IF you relinquish it to my control while it's there. In other words, you can't play with it.
Oh, no, I wasn't talking about identifying people. Just the stuff they have on 'em. So that I can be aware if someone boards a ship with a blast disk again.
"Salise... I know you have had terrible things done to you. But these are not the ones that did it. We cannot hold everyone responsible for the things that have happened to us because they are the same race."
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"Thats a difficult one, well, not difficult, but expensive. I can make it if you'd like but because of the costly component that would be involved in the creation, though use of the spell that I'd need to harnass to make it and... well.. it'd just be expensive. Ballista I could do, crossbow... possibly. Most likely. Any other ideas?"
I'll thank you to save such behavior for your cabin, First Mate. I'm going to check on the ones I've got chained in the hold. When I get up here again I expect you to have put all the lazy ones to use.
She descends into the hold.
***
Expenses - I was afraid of that. Perhaps an invisibility lifting area will do for now. At any rate, we're going to be stuck here for about a week while our ships are repaired, so we've got some time.
Shar relaxes a bit and glances around her.
Perhaps you and Fel would like to come to dinner in our new inn tonight or tomorrow?
Kaer-Thok watches Salise as she heads down and shakes his head. Turning back toward the new crew he shouts for those who have stopped to get back to work before checking on what skills the family might possess.
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Glenn nods and rubs his chin with a metal hand making a long drawn out yawning noise.
"Alright, I can look things up, work out prices for the two different ideas and let ya know whats what and all that fun stuff huh?"
He jumps down from the window, and lands near the group.
The man smiles nervously.
Are you a gentleman? Perhaps you could take us to the city and we'll repay you many times what you paid to get us out of that filthy pirate's hands. Oh, I'm sorry, are you a pirate? Probably shouldn't have said that. Oops. Hope you and your lady friend make up soon. Oops.
His smile becomes yet more sheepish.
Salise brings the four injured sailors up on deck. In a rough way, she hands out new shirts and binds up any large cuts. She forces the woman who's lost her tongue to drink some salt water to eliminate any infection.
There. These lot are willing to give my ship a try.
***
Don't pretend you don't like calculating potential profits.
Shar smiles roguishly.
And if you want to be so generous again, Shiny, we've got three damaged ships down at the docks.
I'd like to make a request...make sure he loses me.
For those not familiar with him, the second voice seems to be from the morningstar on his back, which he reaches for.
Oh no...
*FWOOM*
GAAAAGH! Not the holy infusions again!
Kaer-Thok glances over his shoulder and nods to Salise, glancing toward the other new crewmembers as well.
I throw them at feet of dead", what else hum he thinks.
"I know can you make holy stones, to throw at dead.
I know how many I can explosive disks and holy stone , bullits when I know how much hammer cost, crossbow and ballasta.
Might need another bag , or others can use the stones and bullets to."
from book of heros of battle page 137 cost 15,000gp with take off cost 11,250 plus wheels mechanism to lower and raise.
I do not know how much lightning bolt cross bow small cost?
holy stone from same book page 137 cost 125gp, 94gp each
with at 75%.
Brensas is going to save some gold to maybe have glen take air ship to hidden coin when he leave or have wizard telelport him and ballasta there.
The ballasta is for the kender city defense.
Brebsas does have the gold and would like to be able to fight the dead and undead.
Andrilis is there also Orcy, I have decided how to deal with the house cannith upbringing she has. It might have something to do with why she would have left eberron and would like to experance new worlds and place for awhile.
Lets just say she knows what house cannith leadership tells her about the reganade artificers (witch house cannith leadership would consider glen in a way), but she has views of her own to.
The woman speaks up.
For a while it was uncertain whether I'd be marrying well or not; alliances can be tricky things. So if any of the crew want, I could teach them letters and arithmetic and poetry and things. And I'm sure Lucel could help with fishing, couldn't you, dear? You're such a good swimmer.
Salise's long ears prick for a moment.
***
(I can calculate the items if you want.)
Excellent, then! I accept the loan of the ballista and any help Shiny wants to give in the repairs.
"Food would be excellent, feels like ive been here for day... Ahem, anyways. While there we could maybe discuss this business of you being the target of attempted assassinations. Your safety is of utmost importance while you still seek to aid in my duties of Vanguard. Also... my self and a comrade in the area have "experiance" finding such people."
(Gulien, it's pretty oblivious that Fel's not exactly good orientated, right?)
Fel looks to the woman and gives her a nod.
"You'll help fish then."
Turning toward the woman he makes a thoughtful noise and rubs his cloth covered chin.
"As for you, I think you will need to speak with Salise. Without him... I'd hate to think what he'd bring down upon himself."
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Glenn looks around and rubs his temples. He clears his throat and turns toward Shar.
"Yes, very well. I'll look into prices and creating all of these things and we'll see what we can come up with for you and for the litlte man here."
Turning toward Lunaria he nods and listens, shrugging and waving a hand."Of course I can, I can fix it, make a new one, make a better one or even make a giant one you'd never be able to use unless I made you giant arms with magical gloves that would allow you to weild it. Would you like any of these things or was it just an inquiry?"
He turns and looks toward Fel and continues speaking with nearly no pause.
"And you, I believe I owe you a map do I not?"
Finally he glances over and the newcoming woman (the craftswoman) and says nearly out of breath.
"Can I help you, the staring is getting creepy?"
I don't think it would do in front of the crew. I don't know. It's not exactly part of the red-eyed pirate's reputation to be hugging people.
Then in Common:
Yes, I think we could use something to establish spirit with the crew. Prepare something for this evening.
***
Well, I'll see you all in a few hours, then. We can discuss further business at the inn. And perhaps come up with a good name for the place.
Shar leaves the crowded shop and goes about preparing the inn - and keeping an ear out for clues to the arsonist.
He goes into what could be described as Kender Shock, which is similar to Ferret Shock. Then his feet automatically follow after Shar, wondering about this inn.
Brensas taps on glens shield, then look around shield, "Glen why you have shield, can I go look in back. how long it take to make things"
"Cannith eh? Sounds familiar, rings a bell, but not a very big one. Can't place the name but I know I've heard it, ah well. Come to work for me huh? What can ya do? Oh, scroll, that might explain a few things, well lets see..."
Glenn flicks a hand toward the scroll and it slips through the air toward him assuming Andrilis will allow it to be taken. It unrolls and he looks it over while his hands continue working.
Brensas knocks on glens shield agian, he looks around shield, "Glen why you have metal body glen, does it hurt?
Glen can I help make things? Glen what do the other arms do, is it hard to use all arms at same time?"
Andrilis says to Brensas, "If you would not mind Sir, Mastermaker Glen is busy right now.
Can you wait till he is done, Sir glen I do hope that all halflings do not act in this manner."
Brensas says to her, "halfling I no halfling I Kender, cousin to Halfling. Brensas knocks on Glens shield and looks around at him, "Glen who is strange women, she have marks on her: why you have no marks glen.
Do the arms hurt glen when you use them, yes glen this all be fun things to use".
Brensas then looks at the strange women again, then he knocks on Glens shiled again and looks at Glen.
"Glen you make hammer with metal handle no wood, wood break easy. glen you want sword I have to make hammer."."
Brensas still looks around glens shield at Glen.
"There have been attempts on the Captain Shar's life, we are to meet tonight at the Inn to discuss possible defenses against such attacks. I plan to perhaps offer hunting them down. Her information is invaluble in this strange land.""
Turning his head back to speak to Fel, Daken hisses his response.
"Yesssss, I agree. Her information is invaluble as well as if we apprehend the fugitive we shall call glory to the name of Our Lady."
Fel: "So you are with me, brother?"
Daken:"Always, brother."
With that Daken bounds to the skies and flies to the Seafarer's Guild.
"First of all how did you get back here, why is everyone just wandering about like they own the shop? I need to set up some sort of electrical field in the entryway so people can't just waltz back here. Next, why yes it hurts, but only to begin with. You know you can't just slap it on there, it has to attatch to the nerves. How do you know I don't have marks on, do you have some remarkable ability to see through metal without something I've made? Or did you go to the competition? Oh well, no matter. What did you want again? Keep it simple and don't go wandering around, if you 'find' anything in here I'm going to use you for spare parts."
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Kaer-Thok meanwhile looks about the ship for another fencer or someone skilled with a light blade. It has been some time since he has had a good fight and asks around so as to put on a show for the crew as well as work a little practice in.
You make hammer with metal handle no wood it break easy.
Glen who is strange women, why she here. You make things for her.
If you want then I no borrow things from you then, if you use me for spare parts then you give me metal parts like you have then?
What others make glen."
Andrilis looks at both of them, then looks around to see what Geln has to say about the scroll form the guild.
(Do you want a fight or just RP?)
She says this to brensas, "I believe that mastermaker Glen is busy now and when he is not busy I would think he would be glad to answer any question you might have. If you would not mind for now could you please leave Sir Glen to his work. Come back when master maker Glen is not making items. That would be the good thing to do, I'm sure there are other places that can interest you."
Brensas look at the both of them then he knocs on glens shield agian and looks around the shield again, "Glen I go then other people I need talk too. If you use me for spare parts you give me metal arms and body like you have glen."
Brensas knock on glen shield again, he looks around the shield, "Glen I leave now you funny Glen, you always making things. You let me watch when I come back then."
With that Brensas leaves stops by the table and picks up a tool from the end, then looks at it and puts it back.
Andrilis watches brensas leave then floows him out to the front, then comes back.
"I am sorry sir Glen but you did ask why I was looking at you. if you don't mind my saying that the kender looks like a halfing, but acts like a young child in some ways. Sir Glen does all the kender act so, and what is this finding and borrowing the kender do? If you don't mind my asking. This was not the best way to conduct introductions I must amit, but I am new to Tryanor."
The party is assembling and if you want any supper your presence should be down at the Inn.
"Oh yes, right, supper. I'll be down, yes..."
After the man leaves Glenn stands and stretches wearing muscles, looking around the room he takes up a staff and heads out into the entry way, holding it high and vanishing.
She goes to a table with a space then puts down her back pack and gets out her alchemist set first. she places it on the table and then she goes and finds glass beakers and places them by the set.
Next she goes finds metal working items, Andrilis will use a half sphere metal working leg and sets it up.
She choises two sizes not knowing what size the kender wants, 1 inch and 2 inch shperes.
She finds a metal working aprion and starts with a sheet of metal heating it up first, then going to the standing leg sphere places the metal over it and uses a hammer to bend to metal to to half sphere shape. after this she cuts away the excess and makes sure the half light metal sphere is the right thickness, she thinks it should be lighter and heats up the half sphere and stars to add other properties to the metal till she thinks the half sphere is about right.
After this she cools down the half sphere and cuts small metal lines. She then bends the small metal strips on ther half sphere leg. She looks places the small strips inside and judges as to how wide to place them.
After this she uses her ability to make the strips stick to the half sphere.
Then Andrilis goes and finds the glass, she looks over the glass then chooses a thickness that will match the groves.
After she brings the glass over she gets a glass cutter and cuts the glass to 1 inch and 2 inch sizes..
She checks the size of the 1 inch inside the half sphere and makes sure the glass fits groves she make allready. Then she places the glass down and opens her alchemist kit.
She starts to mix chemicamles together and makes a grayish substance. She then grabs a small wood stick and puts some of the grey substance on the edge of the glass. She closes the top to the subsatnce she make so it not get hard too fast.
after this she places the glass in the metal groves and lets the glass set .
After this she goes back to the metal sheet and cuts a strip, she goes over to the half sphere and measures the strip.
then she goes and adjust the strip by cutting away the extra length.
She then goes and heats the strip up and adds things to make it lighter. Then she heats the metal strip up and use a sphere leg to bend the strip into round shape. After this she heats up the metal and joins the two ends and joins them.
She goes and cools off the joinded round strip and places it next to the sphere half.
she then geos back to the metal sheet and uses part of the strip and heats it up and makes it round on the sphere leg.
She cuts away the extra pieces so it makes a top to the sphere. She places it by the round strip, next she pick ups the round strip and places it on the half sphere and places it on the half sphere.
She then takes the top off the grey substance and puts some on the glass edges before she places the strip on the half sphere. and make sure she places the lid on the grey substance also.
She then joins it to the half sphere. she looks over the almost finished sphere.
She placesd the cap to see how it fits, seeing it needs a little work she heats it up and fixs it. then cools it down,
After the top is cooled down she place it again on the top and places it by the almost finished sphere.
She then goes back to her alchemist set and starts to mix chemicales together. She use two different glass beakers. After she makes one beaker she makes the second mixture.
She goes and get funnel and then pours one of the mixtures on one side then the other on the other side. She then leaves enought room for air to make the chemicals explode.
She places the top on the sphere and then opens the top of the grey mixture and puts ome of it on the top of the glass, she then use her powers to meld it to the sphere. then she puts a mark on the sphere. she puts the top back on the grey substance, and places the stick beside the glass with grey substance in it.
Alchmist spark sphere.
So she starts on making a 2 inch alchemist spark sphere.
she also will make Acidic fire spheres, alchemist's frost spheres, alchemist fire spheres, then sparkstones.
That is why she made alchemist shpere's to see what kind the "kender" halfling wanted, still a halfling to her.
The list was:
1. lighting ballista, with wheels to lower to move.
2. lighting cross bow small
3. explosive disks- she can make all kinds.
4. hammer to hurt undead- best hammer to use in her view would be disrupting effect "heros of battle; page 134 cost +2 costs from the dmg, + master works costs.
5.bullit priest- that fit into hand
6. acid bullit- that fits into hand
a good way to make priest and acid bullits that fit into hand would be 1 to 2 inch glass spheres. Just an ideal that would work, but the glass has to thin enough to break when the glass ball hits a hard target.
What would Glen like her to work on, the hammer or the blast disks or the glass spheres? She has made the achemist spheres one of every kind for exsamples for the halfling "kender". and differnet sizes too.
Brensas is still a extra nosie halfling to her in some ways.
Diplomacy: 31
Gather information (take 10): 13
After he finds out he will go to the shop and go in. Kord will go to the desk and ask the warforged (if he is at the desk), if not he will wait for some one to come to the counter.
Nedin sings a ditty, the above being the refrain.
"How can I help you today?"
***
That night, aboard the Salise, Salise takes the precaution of putting everyone in irons again. As they reach the privacy of the Captain's Cabin, her professional demeanor cracks and she gets a wild look in her eye. She says nothing but quietly lies down to sleep.
(Do you stay up or go to sleep - or feign sleep?)
Kord looks at the new paladin, "it is good to see others like mined who wish to help, We should all sit together and find out how we can help each other. I am Kord paladin of Celestial, this is Nedin who just came back from this jungle the sorce of the undead."
"Remember why we've bought these people Salise. For a crew, and so they themselves can get a better start. So they don't have to go through the same terrible things that you and others have."
Kaer-Thok sighs and lies back on the bed, closing his eyes and pretending to drift off to sleep.
Mavak Kelthin, Blade of the North. Now, what do you know of this jungle?
***
I just came from there. It's dark and evil and crawling with undead! Most of them just go pop, though.
The pixie flies up to his face.
I'm Nedin. And why're you here?
"Salise? So... *yawn* something wrong dear?"
Kord also asks the warforged again if glen is there or not, and if Glen is not there where could glen be found.
Nedin pats his flaming holy bow.
***
A sliver of steel presses against Kaer-Thok's throat.
Stay here or I'll kill you.
Salise is very tense and seems on the edge of killing him anyway. The blade digs into his skin.
dmg price 18,000 25% off, 13,500gp 8th level 50 charges
and kord asks for 4 sun rods
Orcy, Kord would like an answer from the warforged as to is glen there or not.
"Then welcome Melak Kelthen, I do believe that we need to find Glenn also. I have been told by others that Glenn made a few things for this temple of the damed. His help would be most helpful in finding ways to counter their effects. Maybe Nadin if you would tells us from the start when you and the other paladins arrived there and what you saw and such. If you don't mind." Kord says.
"Whatever the customer wishes. I could perhaps find a way to place a wand into the weapon, though it would not work in the way of activating the wand at the same times as striking with the weapon. Two very different things and the focusing of the energy does not work well with the swinging of a weapon. I regret to inform you that the master is not in at the moment, he stepped out just a short time ago."
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Kaer-Thok opens his eyes slowly and looks Salise over, his hand twitching ever so slightly. He eyes his rapier nearby and looks back to Salise.
"My dear... what are you doing?"
Nedin wipes a single tear from his eye.
***
Salise follows his glance to his weapon.
Oh, no you don't.
She presses the blade into his throat (readied action), striking with the ease of habit. Yet, the blade seems to catch in his throat the way a sob does in hers.
Attack: Attack, short sword, +2 for height advantage (1d20+15=33)
(That should hit because of the -4 to AC from being prone.)
Damage (Sneak attack): Short sword damage (6d6+2=31)
Initiative: Initiative (1d20+4=17)
"Why are you doing this? You aren't like this Salise, so why?"
Initiative: 30
Tumble 32 without rolling makes it.
She suddenly turns the blade on herself, backing away from him.
I can't live like I used to, and I can't live this lie with you dressing me in gold and calling me a lady in front of the slavers and thinking I'll love those filthy humans now. And now I can't kill you, so I'm going to do what I should have done sixty years ago.
(All that talking takes her action.)
He turns to Swiftforged.
Do you know anything about this item to deal with the jungle?
Kaer-Thok lowers his blade, watching Salise with a strange sort of sad anger in his eyes. Perhaps at his own apparent failures or that she would so quickly change.
How can I tell you that I'm not who you think I am?!
I'm, I'm gonna do it. I'm going to take one more sneaking slaving evil drow out of the world.
Salise's eyes glitter dangerously.
Goodbye. I, I love you.
(If you're gonna do anything to stop her you'd better do it this round. No more six seconds of talking.)
"Then I can't let you go through with this. You've changed... it doesn't matter what you were only what you are now."
Disarm: 44
Salise gets an AOO before her opposed disarm roll.
Another hammer appears in his hand after that, "I think we all need to go to the sea feaerers guild and go talk to them. Captain Firua will be able to help us maybe, we will have to see. If not then Captain Shar can mybe. I will wait Melak Kelthen to see what the warforged can do for you. Alchemist sun rods can help with the darkness, unless some kind of dark seeing glasses can be made for all of us".
Kord did use his ability and call for a holy advenger war hammer, to see how it feels in his hands.
***
Salise fails to react to his approach (Nat 1) and as she fumbles to swing at him, her weapon flies from her shaking hands, burying itself in the wall of the cabin.
Disarm (-4 for light weapon) (1d20+9=20)
Salise screams a long, feral scream of rage and digs her fingernails into her own flesh, giving herself ten bloody furrows.
"What the hell do you think you are doing? Tell me then, who are you if not who I think? Tell me why you feel a need to cut me, to try and kill yourself. Why?"
***
Salise screams again, and again, and again, pressing against him as he holds her against the wall. Eventually she screams herself hoarse and stands limply, eyes closed, the friction between him and the wall the only thing holding her upright.
"Why?"
I hardly had time to watch my sister's body drop to the ground before they dragged me aboard their ship - the prize of life I'd won for killing her. At least that captain got me drunk so I don't remember much after that. Others weren't so kind.
She spits the word like a curse.
Kind. Hah. I spent three years with that ship before we came to a port near my home city. I ran away then, but my older brother wouldn't take me in. He'd denied the rest of his shameful family. And the priestesses wouldn't take me because I was a guard and I'd killed the one I was supposed to protect. So I went back to the docks.
That time I found a female captain. She was harsh but decent enough. We got captured by pirates again. Bunch of filthy humans this time. It was three days before they noticed I'd fainted, tied to the mast. When I'd revived they sold me off to some little noble somewhere, but I escaped from him pretty quick.
Next ship was a mistake. I made the mistake of asking what "One-Stroke Harry" stood for. I found out. Slit me with his whip like a fish about to be gutted, that's what this ugly scar is from.
Salise runs a finger down the discolored stripe on her side, her only movement so far.
That almost killed me, I lost so much blood. I set that whole ship on fire. Almost killed myself again in the burning, but I made it out on a solid wood chest.
I was picked up by another ship, and another. I got better at fighting and hiding and killing folk before they could hurt me. Sometimes I lost and I learned not to cry. Then I had a stroke of luck and picked this ship off an unsuspecting elf. I built myself a crew and started to turn the tables. I gave them the worst I could think of, killed their families, made them someone else's property. And sometimes when I was hurting them, I could forget how much they hurt me.
She pauses a while.
And now you're trying to pretend none of that ever happened. That's why. That's why I'm scarred like this. That's why you make me afraid. That's why I can't stand those *cursing* humans out there, having fun playing sailors. I know what nice sailors do to girls that aren't even human. That's why I need blood. So I can forget. It's theirs, or yours, or mine.
That's who I am. That's why.
"I don't ask you to pretend it never happened. I don't want you to forget where you've come from and what has happened to you. I ask that you don't let it rule your life, that you don't let it force you to be someone you don't want to be. You don't need to hurt others to feel better, there are other ways. But I can't know what to do for you, how to help you unless you're willing to tell me."
Salise opens her eyes, traveling from his bloody neck to her bloody stomach to her bloody fingers. Her hands start to twitch.
Don't let me hurt anyone, Kaer. I, I want more blood. Hold onto my hands, Kaer, until I don't need it anymore.
Salise tries to distract herself from the sight and smell of the blood, her wrists tensing and trembling.
That noblewoman said that some people get magical power from Dragon's Blood. At first I thought she was trying to deceive me, but then I thought the dragons must have had their blood blessed by Llolth. I mean, a dragon is so big, if they brought a sacrifice, the blood must have made a glorious offering, right? So great that it carries into their descendants and they can do magic even if they do not serve Llolth.
Salise seems to be having trouble getting off the subject of death.
Kaer-Thok ties his bandana around his neck and quickly takes Salise's hands again. Smiling, he looks back down at her with gentle eyes.
Will I be okay, Kaer? You make me forget sometimes, and sometimes you make me remember, and you don't know how many times I wake up and I want to kill you. I don't want you dead...but as soon as I wake up and see you there, I get so afraid.
The blood is starting to dry now. Salise stifles a yell and bites her own lip, hard. She licks the trickle of blood.
How can I ever be okay?
Kaer-Thok squeezes her hand and sets himself into a more comfortable position.
You're always right, aren't you?
Salise gives him a half smile.
If you think I'll get better it must be true.
She draws her own hands behind her back so that his hands follow and his arms surround her.
Whatever you do, don't let me up. I think the worst has passed but it's usually worse in the morning. I don't think you'd do too well with another cut like that. You can be glad you have such a thick neck to start with. I, I'm sorry...
She blinks back more tears.
Kaer-Thok wraps his arms around Salise and hugs her close.
If the two wants they can go else where and talk about the jungle further.
***
What now, Kaer? I'm so tired but I can't fall asleep. And the crew will get sour if we leave them in the hold, but I don't think I want to look at them today.
Salise looks at him, then sits up and sits on her hands.
Bring me a drink when you come back, okay?
"I am placing you in charge of the crew today. As I have told you all... you work for your freedom. I am no great lover of slavery, so do not think of yourselves as slaves. Think of yourselves as workers who are indebted to another. Prove yourselves to me, this is your first opportunity to do so, do not fail in it."
Kaer-Thok unlocks the woman's shackles and hands her the key, motioning her toward the others. He stops to whisper to the nobleman, informing the man to tell him should they try anything suspicious. After this he gathers up a bottle, whatever is on hand that he might know Salise enjoys, before returning to their cabin.
They sound all right for now. It would be better for me to be out there, but if I s-snapped I would lose them completely.
She holds her hands out again.
"It is a good opportunity for them to prove themselves and their abilities anyway."
Salise nods toward the bottle.
If that's your orc stuff a little of it should knock me out pretty well. Maybe I'll even sleep as long as you and everything will be okay when I open my eyes again.
"Yes... would seem to be some of the... stronger variety. Though I cannot say it tastes the best, it will do the job quite well. But I don't believe that getting ourselves drunk and passing out will be the best solution for everything."
Well, I refuse to die from a gangrenous wound.
She pours a little of the alcohol on a corner of the blanket and rubs it across her stomach, gasping with the sting.
Oh! Oh. I think that's enough pain for now. Whew.
She looks up at him, the wildness finally chased back to its dark corners.
Yours is probably okay. I keep my sword clean.
"I'm sure it will be fine. So my dear, does it at least feel good to be out at sea again? I suppose that is a foolish question given the circumstances."
She moves closer to him again, taking the bottle from his fingers and drinking from it more carefully this time. She's taken enough by now to make her more than tipsy in the next few minutes.
The land always feels so hard and stuck it makes me sick.
"I never really noticed before, I was always moving always traveling. Always doing something and dueling. There are some interesting areas in the worlds, many things to see and explore. Some on land, some at sea. This land has some... strange parts and beings, as well as some rather unique individuals. I've not seen many of the things that exist here before. Though, I am quite glad I came here..."
The alcohol is making Salise very cuddly with Kaer-Thok - the way she gets when she can forget the intense caution she's developed.
"Well, this world and it are quite different. This world is Tyrannor... a place where there is a great power in the center and quite some strange people. It is a nexus of all sorts of beings and types of beliefs. Unique, but I suppose most worlds are unique in their own ways. The one I come from is a place that was once a world of peace, driven apart by a great war that it never quite recovered from. The people and kingdoms have rebuilt but the fragile peace is gone... Still, it has been good for we orcs. We have established ourselves as a more inteligent people than others thought we were. We live in a civilized manner, but of course our typical orcish pride still exits. We worship the spirits and the twin gods of war typically. There is much more I could tell you, but it depends on what you wish to know."
Salise makes herself comfortable as well.
Salise looks into his eyes.
A broken nasty woman you wanted to show something good for a change. And who is hopelessly in love with you!
She laughs.
You sure you still want something like me following you around?
She kisses the cut on his throat.
I just get so angry sometimes, I don't know what to do, even if I don't want to do what I'm doing.
Salise looks hopeful for the first time all day.
Salise ponders for a moment.
Well, tell me how it works.
She settles herself against him.
"No, that would probably not be the best of things. When do you want to begin? Perhaps a bit later today or did you want to wait?"
"Absolutely."
(If you want to do anything during the interim, post it. Otherwise, assume she starts to stir awake in the afternoon.)
"So my dear, do you wish to begin or shall I get us something to eat first?"
She looks at the door and her face twitches.
When he gets back she's put a clean shirt over the blood, and is in the difficult process of getting her hair out of the matted tangles of salt water, wind, blood, and turmoil that have made up the past day.
"Whenever you are ready."
"Close your eyes and breath deep. Concentrate on your inner self, feel the guidance of the waves. The rocking of the ship and the smell of the ocean air. Let the water spirits guide you and show you all that you seek. Let the world slip and fade away, hear only the waves, see only the truths within yourself. If you need help, feel my love, concentrate on it and let the rest of the world fade. Look deeper inward. See yourself. See all that you are, have been and can be and accept it. Confront it. You are stronger than it will ever be and you can overcome what you have been, you can overcome what you do not wish to be. Let the spirits help you, let them show you the way..."
Kaer-Thok sits holding Salise's hands still, attempting to bring her into the trance that is the basis of this process. Once she has slipped into it he moves away a bit, staying nearby but allowing her to confront her demons.
I can't, Kaer. It's bad enough when I dream about it. I can't choose to think about it. I'll go insane, I just know it.
Almost immediately she starts screaming, her voice still hoarse from yesterday. Instead of trembling outwardly, though, all she does is press his hand tighter and tighter.
Screams give way to sobs, sometimes mingled with hiccuping laughs. Her crying becomes quieter and deeper as she continues. Hot tears have soaked her collar.
Eventually she just sits very quietly for a while.
She opens her eyes.
Kaer, the only good thing about me is that I didn't go insane earlier. Why? Why did all of this happen to me? Why did I think that giving other people bad memories would take away mine?
She shakes her head sadly.
I am a weak person of small account, notable only for hurting a few important people in my time.
"You are not weak at all, you have walked a path that was all you could, forced upon you. That or death was the only true choice. But you can change this if it is your wish. If you wish to change things, then now is the time. You've seen what has been... but what will you do from here?"
The idea comes out forcefully, and she looks a little surprised at herself.
None of this would have happened if there were no pirates.
Like my ship was grappled to another and I've just cut free, but I had to sacrifice a lot of my own rigging in the cuts.
I'm drifting. But, but it's kind of nice too. Free, like.
She stiffly shakes herself out of the meditative pose.
"How does it feel? The freedom? I would hope pretty good."
She smiles at his touch.
I've never been free before. Even when I was little I had to serve guard duty so my sister could train for temple.
So I don't know what it tastes like. I think I want to hold on to it and smell it for a minute or two.
Let's see where the winds have taken us, shall we?
Salise stands for the first time in a while, dons her coat and hat, and notices the lightness of her scabbard. She looks at him inquiringly.
"As you wish my dear Captain."
An island can be seen quite close.
We're at Dowerwin.
The noblewoman approaches.
Excuse me, Captain, but the sailors insisted on sailing here. But my husband and daughter and I really do need to get to Tyrannor. We'll hire a new crew for you, and pay our passage to get back to Tyrannor, and a handsome reward for rescuing us once we get safely there.
Salise's eyes narrow.
They think they're getting off here, do they?
"Perhaps one of you would like to explain why it is we've come to this island? I do not recall having any intention on landing anywhere, so I'm wondering just why we're here."
See, we don't want to work for you, begging your pardon. We're fair folk and we'll pay you back the money for buying us off that pirate. Most of us live here so we can get the money right away, see, and the gentlefolk have agreed to pay off the rest.
Oh? Your old captain's dead. You need a ship and I need a crew. You boys and girls are staying with us. What is it? Do I frighten you?
Well...
he looks uncomfortable,
All that screamin' and swearin' and us not knowing what was going on, we think the ship might have a bit 'o cursing on it.
In Undercommon:
It's because we're an orc and a drow, that's why. Some of them might have heard of me, too. I don't exactly have the best reputation with human male sailors.
"Perhaps that is why, but lets give them a chance, see what comes of things. If they have heard things, then let us change their opinons."
Switching back to common as he looks over the group before him he nods his head.
"Well, what say you?"
All right. Anyone who wants to stay, put your hand in the air.
Two women, including the half-orc, and one man, raise their hands.
Salise goes to the hold and emerges with a length of rope with sharp bits in it, almost a whip. She swings it nonchalantly.
Now, I'm a drow, as I'm sure you've noticed, and I like a bit of sport. Any of you who can succeed in giving the half-orc thirty strokes with this, can go free. The more blood I see the quicker you'll be off this ship. Who wants to try? You can try together. The more of you there are the easier it will be.
Five men and two women work themselves out of the group. The half-orc starts backing away.
You seven? Good, very good. Now,
She hands the rope to the man who first spoke,
Go!
The seven lunge after the half-orc, swinging the rope like a lasso. The woman backs against the rail of the ship.
Salise winks at Kaer-Thok and snatches her sword out of its sheath.
She tosses it to the cowering woman, who catches it and turns the tide quite nicely on her assailants. She kills two of them and the rest break off, panting.
"You are so eager to whip and punish another for your own gains? You have taken more action to 'punish' your comrades than we have since you were taken from the slavers. You wish to purchase your freedom with coin instead of proving honor, and it would seem that is because you lack it. Foolish..."
So the rest of us...?
A woman speaks up.
The eleven of you who watched and did nothing will also stay. We have plenty of supplies, no need to make port. Turn her about!
Salise smiles with self-satisfaction.
The sailors, cowed, turn the ship about.
Salise says to Kaer-Thok,
I think we'll make for Tortuga.
"Pardon me, but is Glenn here? I've got a message that suppose to go direct to him."
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Glenn steps out from behind the curtains with an eccentric flourish of his metal arms. He bows and stands up quickly making a confused grunt.
"Wait, who are you and why am I bowing? Oh, I don't know. Oh well, how can I help you person I am not sure if I've ever met before?"
She looks up, and pulls a small roll of paper out a jacket pocket. She holds it toward Glenn.
"I have a message for you. This is what is important"
The Message
The parchment is small, the text on it cursive and small.
Greetings.
You know as well as I that our land and City cannot last much longer under the strain of imbalance, conflict, and rabble. Thus, I propose a meeting to discuss the future of Tyrannor.
Come to Vellum Hall in the Library of High Fenn, on the fifth chime one week from now. There, we shall diplomatically resolve our conflicts once and for all.
- Tongsen
The parchment is small, the text on it cursive and small.
Greetings.
You know as well as I that our land and City cannot last much longer under the strain of imbalance, conflict, and rabble. Thus, I propose a meeting to discuss the future of Tyrannor.
Come to Vellum Hall in the Library of High Fenn, on the fifth chime one week from now. There, we shall diplomatically resolve our conflicts once and for all.
- Tongsen
It is an Elven Wingship, remember.
"We'll easily outrun them if that is what we must do. I could perhaps speak with them but officials tend to be rather... annoying and refuse to listen. As well, it was not your choice to come here. They decided to sail in this direction..."
He waves his hand toward the sailors on deck.
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Glenn notes the day and time down in his calender and goes back to work. He has finished most of his recent requests and they are ready for pickup.
Salise smiles sweetly at the ship, then orders,
Full sails!
The crew seems rather subdued after the last episode, and obeys them for the rest of the day. At night, Salise locks up the five - chaining them to pieces of their dead comrades.
"A little much don't you think dear?"
Kord will go to the warforged and ask to se his hammer and to also speak with Glen.
I'm not even hurting them, for goodness' sake! If all my captains had done was tie me up to the corpse of a fool, I woulda laughed myself to sleep.
She looks from him to the sailors and back, trying to read their expressions.
"I suppose it is... more appropriate than harming them yes. It is simply, I suppose, unusual to me. My people hold a very close bond to one another and those we love. The idea of chaining the dead to their still living comrades is simply... very unusual for me. Better however, than the alternative."
Salise unchains the grisly remains and shouts out orders for the five to conduct a burial service for their fallen comrades.
In the wee hours Salise comes in quietly, for once not soaked or bloody or smelling of fear and guilt. She slips in beside him and pulls one of his arms over her with the blankets.
I'm all right, Kaer, I'm all right!
"Yes you are. How does it feel?"
She springs up suddenly and laughs, dressing quickly.
I'm going up to the crow's nest.
Up in the crow's nest, Salise watches them, her expression inscrutable.
Do you celebrate feast days, Kaer-Thok? I forgot it was coming and I have nothing for you.
"Well, not typically but this seems rather enjoyable, strange men in sleighs flying around and passing out gifts... My people do not often celebrate in the same way as others. During the celebrations that revolve around the coming of winter my people pay tribute to the spirits that will soon grow dormant, many of those plant spirits of the earth and land. There are of course, the great wrestling matches that take place to honor the strength of the spirits as well... and finally at year's end we have the great feast. It is then that we feast and eat the bounty that fading season has given us. A bit of a long winded explination I suppose for your question. But the giving of gifts is new for me in the season... I hope that doesn't disappoint you."
No, there is only one year I ever celebrated it, and that was the first year I had this ship. I didn't have an all-drow crew yet, and the others introduced me to the feast.
She tries the mask on.
(Sorry, don't know what it does.)
Kaer-Thok nods and watches Salise try on the mask, smiling slightly at the frightening appearance that it gives with the somewhat demonic features of the mask.
"Quite intimidating my dear. Well, we shall let the crew celebrate in their own ways, no sense in denying them that. They'll simply hate us for it most likely if we do."
Salise removes the mask.
I'm tired of being scared and scary.
Salise takes the helm, allowing the crew to enjoy their day.
Brensas goes up to a warforged and knocks on his body, "you see glenn?"
One more day to Tortuga.
Salise says as the sun sets in the west.
What are we going to do? We can't take on everyone at once. But I'm tired of going places and just doing nothing.
but if you shame them like you shamed me, they'll probably just hate you. Like I did.
"I've seen him a few times... at the moment however I do not, nor do I believe he is in. Who knows with him, always busy with something. If it is about an order then it is most likely complete. There are a number of orders that were placed but never picked up. Simply tell me what the order was and I should be able to locate it for you."
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Kaer-Thok shakes his head, leaning back and making a thoughtful noise.
"I am glad that things have changed indeed. But the duel I speak of would not be in the same manner, but to the death. If these pirates and brigands would so fancy themselves powerful swordsmen. I suppose we shall see when the time comes, unless you have an idea you would like to try."
1. lighting ballista, with wheels to lower to move.
2. lighting cross bow small
3. explosive disks- different kinds.
4. hammer to hurt undead- best hammer to use in her view would be disrupting effect "heros of battle; page 134 cost +2 costs from the dmg, + master works costs. He did give up his +2 swort sword to glenn to make the all metal hammer.
5.bullit priest- that fit into hand
6. acid bullit- that fits into hand
7. alchemist spheres, one of every kind you can make.
8. holy stones 98gp with 25% off each.
"This is list, tell how much cost. Then can I tell you how much more of alchmesist spheres and blast disks I want, can you make healing tiles too?" Brensas say to the warforged.
If you not know how to price healing tiles
complete arcane, same price as potion from dmg. better than potion, potion bag can be cut and is no good. with healing tiles, if break even by accedent or other it give you the effect. no waste.
Pirates don't fight fair, Kaer. You'd have to be sure you can deal with the whole crew if you're just dealing with the captain. And if you challenge one who's allied with another at the moment, that doubles the opponents.
She runs her eyes over his gear and clothing.
You're wearing more wealth than most will see in ten years. Why fight a duel when they can just kill you in the night and then retire?
She goes up to the counter and asks swiftforged if they can make healing tiles and asks about what kind of alchemist sphere they have .
"Perhaps. But what then do you propose? It is quite possible I could defeat a few captains and their crews, but my luck cannot last forever."
Kaer-Thok looks over to Salise and shrugs his shoulders, about out of ideas.
Or your plan might work if you did it not on Tortuga but announced the competition and held it elsewhere.
Salise looks sad.
You can't be stuck too! I need you to know what to do.
No, let's not go! You'd be killed, I just know it, and I can't lose you. I just can't.
She comes up to him and embraces him.
Do you have any idea how valuable you are? Even without your armor and weapons you'd make a paragon slave or gladiator, and no one cares about an orc, least of all pirates.
Besides, I want you for myself.
"Then.. what do you say we take this ship back to Tyrannor. We settle down in a nice expensive home. Put the fighting and stuff off to the side for a nice long while and enjoy living a nice life. What do you say?"
She laughs.
I could really be a lady? Just like that woman we picked up? And know things? And people would think I was nice all the time, and we'd go to balls, and I could have a whole wardrobe of nice dresses, and not have to give any children up to the city, and eat plenty of food every day, and learn how to ride horses, and -
She babbles on until she runs out of vocabulary for her very limited idea of what noble life is like.
"Yes, you'll be able to do all those things. Everything you'd like, we'll do. You can be a real lady, you can eat fine meals prepared by experienced cooks. All of these things."
And when we do sail again I'll have time to teach you what's what on a ship.
"Yes, when the time comes for us to sail again I'll be looking forward to learning a few things about a ship."
I wish you didn't have to sleep so much. I'm not tired yet at all. I like finding you awake in the morning better than I like a great green lump in the middle of the night, so I guess I'll stay out here a while and sleep when I'm tired.
She doesn't look too happy about either option.
Where should we go first? I don't really know where to start! I mean, usually when I'm buying things, it's like crates of food and stuff. But we'll have markets here.
She twirls around, illustrating her last words with a billow of sparkling silk.
She pauses a moment, thinking.
What should we put in the other rooms?
She walks into a cabinet-maker's.
"Perhaps we could set up a guest room in case we should have visitors. Or perhaps a training room where we could keep up with sparring and whatnot. Maybe a fountain or well of some sort for the underground, keep a supply of water nearby so we don't need to find anything in the city."
Once I was sold to a rich man, and he had rooms and rooms for all his slaves, and they were pretty rooms, but I don't want anything like that.
Salise shivers.
But rooms for people we invite would be different.
In the middle of the store, she turns around and around looking at all the samples on display.
Ha! They really do have fountains! That one's big enough you could even swim in it.
"This is Glenndria my dear, I'm sure we could find almost anything here. Glenn has people made of stone and wood even, I imagine that there is nearly anything one can imagine here. But I agree, a room for those we might invite to our home would be good to have."Kaer-Thok smiles and examines a desk, running his hand over the smooth wood and nodding slightly at the touch.
Hello! We're back, sorry for the scene we caused before, but now everything is happy.
"So what can I do for you two fine folks? You seem excited, thats good thats good, means you've got something in mind, means you've got an idea, I like it. What is it? maybe you want a kitten that creates yogurt. Or maybe an effigy man... or woman that can act like a butler... I wonder if I could make one that thinks. I should look into that... I could make a nice big effigy band to play at my concert hall. Hmm..."
Do rich people usually own kittens who make yogurt? I like yogurt. My dad used to have this nice garden with all kinds of mushrooms and yeasts and things.
"No... I've never heard of a... kitten that... makes yogurt. But it seems there are... many strange things possible here. Well Glenn, what we are seeking is something that would be able to dig underground without a problem. I had heard tell that you created much of this city with a magical instrument and was looking for something similar. We are also seeking other objects for our home, perhaps you might have some suggestions? Anything you can think to add dear?"
Salise starts wandering around the shop, entranced by some magical mirrors, and looking longingly at a case of sparkling rings and necklaces.
An implied "of course."
Salise looks slightly ashamed, but not devastated.
but you're usually right about things, so maybe I'll be all right.
Salise brightens considerably.
What kinds of magic things do you want to get? There's so many, and there's pretty ones and not just weapons and things.
Yes, that's a good idea, about the sheets. I don't think it will be too bad, because this is a big city and mostly has the trade diseases, but I'd rather not fall sick all the time if I can help it.
Something strikes Salise, and she comes over to whisper again to Kaer-Thok.
Does it make you uncomfortable that we haven't exactly regularized our situation? Nobody thinks ill of a woman keeping an escort, but you might be looked down on by the matriarchs.
Salise nods importantly.
I will spend my half of the reward from the ambassador on a suitable present. Is there anything you want, or is typical as a wedding gift for your people?
Salise shrugs.
But then, since that doesn't cost very much, the woman will usually get him a nice present of anything he wants.
Kaer-Thok smirks and chuckles a little bit.
Salise thinks for a moment.
You think it's funny because orc men just take their women, instead of the way it is with us drow, don't you.
"Of course we can."
Then she happily starts looking at her own choices, and overloads after ordering three.
**They go back to their home, and prepare for the upcoming wedding.**
Riding Boots: Magic Item Compendium
"Thank you my lord, I shall return soon to claim them."
He leaves the store quickly and finds Daken already waiting. Quickly he mounts and Daken bounds to the sky. Flying downward they find the tallest spire in tyrannor and Daken lands on it.
Glen speaks from behind his helmet and behind the counter at his shop. He waves his metallic arms as he speaks. Finally he pauses and tilts his head to the side.
"Did I forget to say hello and welcome to my shop... somewhere in there 'how can I help you' should have shown up too."
A large man with grey mottled skin walks into the merchants guild. About him he has a large cloak and the hood is up so as to cover his face while he walks around searching. Finally he comes to a shop that specializes in selling rods and enters. Looking around he approaches the shop keeper and looks down upon him as his gravely voice resonates out of the blackness inside the hood.
"Sir, I come looking for a rod I heard of in my travels once. The Rod of Undead Mastery. Have you one? Or perhaps know of one's location?"
Fel
Flying high into the air Fel and Daken realize that Glenndria has moven from its usual location above the city. Looking about they can clearly see the marks of battle upon the ground and begin to follow the trial on a hunch. After a long while the city looms on the horizon and the two finally make their way to it. Landing on the air docks so as to not upset the lord of the city they separate and move to Glenn's shop to check on the status of the boots Fel had ordered a while back. Approaching the counter Fel waits until addressed by who ever is attending the shop.
"Greetings Sir, I am suprised you've found us out here but if your need is that great... what can I do for you?"
"If I could be called anything persistent is it. Well met, I ordered a pair of boots from here and was wondering if they have been completed yet? I am Fel Drakensteed if that helps any."
Ordered Rider's Boots a bit back.
The warforged reaches into a small opening in the back side of the desk, pulling out the boots. He places them on the table and smiles.
"Here they are. Lord Glenn didn't know what color you wished them to be so... they change colors..."
Gorad finds himself in a dark, shady looking shop. A fat man behind the counter, eating something rather piggishly. He looks up and smiles widely.
"Hellloooo there shhir! A rod like that... yesh... yesh I think I can get one of thoshe for yaz. In fact, I might have one around here shomewhere. Shhhooooooo..... how mutch yaz got?"
Fel eyes the boots over and checks their craftsmenship. After a moment he holds one of them in his gauntleted hand and wills them to match it in color. A broad smile crosses his face when they match his armor almost perfectly to the red of the scales. He leaves the shop and then returns minutes later with a farely large sack bulging with coin. Setting it on the counter he looks to the warforged.
"I believe the accepted price for these is around twelve thousand gold however in the mind of efficiency I have counted out twelve hundred platinum. If you find this sufficient I shall take my new boots and leave you with the payment, my thanks, and a promise to look nowhere else when I am in need of equipment. Does that rest well with you?"
Gorad
Eyeing the man behind the counter with a little disgust in how he eats Gorad puts one hand up to his chin and the other on the counter.Rubbing his chin and clacking his massive finger on the counter he speaks to the piggish man.
"Hmmm, payment. Yes, I believe that a sufficient sum would be nine thousand gold and a far more valuable word to our new soveriegn of how well I was served in your... establishment."
Reaching into his robe he pulls forth a sack filled with gold and places it on the counter in front of the man.
"Do we have an accord?"
Diplomacy Check: Lower Price for Rod (1d20 7=13)
"No sir, I would wager that you haven't shoped here before. Lord Glenn is a very skilled craftsman, because of this and because of the support of Tyrannor and it's many adventurous types, he can offer items at a much lower rate. In fact, those boots are priced at Nine Thousand gold rather than the 'standard' twelve thousand."
"Shorry friend... don't know ya... an ah don't know this new shovrine. Sho hows ahm I gonna give ya a dishcount like that when ya could be lyin ta me face? Gonna be 'bout ten thoushand."
Looking down to the bag Fel goes to counting out the platinum he over payed with and places it in a purse at his side.
"Thank you, this is truly a nice little surprise. Be sure to thank Lord Glenn for me, these boots will surely help."
With that Fel leaves the shop and finds a bench to put his boots on. Once he is done he finds Daken and prepares to leave.
Fel:"Nice city, wonderful place."
Daken:"Aye, Its nice to be in a place where I don't feel the urge to eat everyone. Besides, warforged give me splinters in my gums."
The two rocket into the air and in minutes they are well on their way back to tyrannor.
Gorad
Gorad glares at the man behind the counter and wishes to rip his throat out and gorge on his greasy blood but doesnt. He knows the sensitive nature of his new lord and the people who he governs over. Taking out his bag-o-coin he counts out the money he needs and places it down.
"The rod?"
"Rods!"
A small young girl, skinny and clad in rags comes out from the back. She carries a box as best she can and sets it down infront of the flabby man. He shuffles through the box and pulls out a rod carved with skulls. Setting the rod on the counter he shoves the box back into the girls arms and collects the gold.
"Here you are shir."
You can emulate any spell, yes, Glenn? Janine asks.
Shar has fallen and we wish to restore her.
"Yes! At once, I'll set to work right away. The captain has been a loyal customer and a friend as well. Come up to the shop, I'll take care of things there."
And any price will be paid for the best possible resurrection.
"Sorry, nothing I can do in regards to that, not a priest. I can fake it, but gods get kinda annoyed if that happens too much... they're really picky."
Extending his arm, a staff slides from some space within the metallic limb. He waves the staff over her body, the crystalline top flashing a few times. When he sets the metal butt to the floor Shar's body is cleaned and her clothing mended. Hefting the staff it vanishes from his grasp and he unrolls the scroll, begining to read and speak words that, even to a spellcaster make no sense. It sounds more like principals and mathematic equations. When he finishes however, a bright light shines around Shar's body. The wounds that ended her life seal and soon... her conciousness returns.
Why should I come back? What's the point? I've been here so long now, and there's nothing to worry about, here.
She suddenly opens her eyes, and in them are pools of gray and whispers of ghosts.
Will this be enough for your service, Glenn?
Janine offers the Ring of Lockpicking Shar won from the sneaking Trina, plus Shar's studded leather armor with the +3 bonus and Ring of Chameleon Power.
She startles when she hears Shar's reply.
I - is that supposed to happen? That doesn't sound like Shar at all.
Glenn kneels down beside Shar, removing his helmet. The man's hair is begining to grey early... though only a small streak has turned. Leaning down infront of Shar he peers into her eyes, in true Glenn fashion getting uncomfortably close to her face.
"Hmm... interesting... very interesting... This... this is...." He pauses. "I have no idea what this is actually. Thats scary. Let me think... let me think."
Glenn places a metal hand to his chin, still peering into the gray pools of Shar's eyes.
Glenn searches through the knowledge in his mind.... 43 knowledge the planes. 33 for Arcana.
(OOC: Orcy what is the price system with Glenn? I mean he is cheaper then Market price isn't he or am I just miss remembering stuff?
CaptianShar I have a 29 to my Knowledge Arcana and the Planes skills. Would I know the Hades stuff as well?)
So this is Glenndria, huh? Very nice.
He looks around, and wonders where to begin his plan.
"Hgg, he said it'd be easy ta find.." he mumbles as he beings to walk around.
Finally locating Glenn's shop, he walks inside.
Seeing, like the others who are here, the corpse of Shar and it's strange condition, he tilts his head and mumbles again.
"That's new....
OOC: Dory will be statted soon. Figured I'd get him in on things now.
In the shop, Glenn hefts his metal arms and starts waving them furiously around, ushering people from the back of his shop to the common area angrily.
"Barging in here like they own the place, don't they know they could get caught in a temporal paradox and destroy us all! Or at least themselves... and possibly someplace called London, I hear its vulnerable to those sorts of things. But London isn't the point! Those of you who wanna buy somethin, ask the nice metal man behind the counter. Those of you who want to gawk at my glory, stare at this effigy."
Glenn claps his metallic hands with a loud clang and a figure resembling himself walks into the room and stands before the others in a glorious pose. Spinning on his heel, the craftsman returns to his workshop.
Drawing out a slip of paper, he comes to and walks towards the counter. Deciding that he seems to be the first in line, he places the paper on the counter in front of the warforged.
Roughly scrawled on the paper is a short list of items: Blindhelm, Guantletz of Throwing, Guantletz of Lasitude. He used two finger to point at the last two items and says questioningly "Both magics in one pair?"[i]
He makes his way to the shop and goes up to the counter.
Kord says to the warforged, "When you get a chance could you be kind enough to see if my hammer is ready."
If the counter has the warforged there then he'll wait his replie.
"This is a special order for Lord Glenn, straight from he the most high, King of Tyrannor, Lord of the Damned, My lord Sargatanas."
Sweeping his arm back at a un-natural angle he beckons to Sardal.
"And ofcourse, my young friend here would also wish to place an order if I am correct."
OOC: Rolindin! Welcome back! Heck yes, people are coming back. Also, bookie, you have a question waiting for you in the "rescue from the underworld" thread.
glancing at the others, some he would know. While others he wuld not.
-Mummies
-Ghouls
-Shadows
-Leftover skulls-combine with cloudkill spells and incorporate reanimation of slain in area of first spell?
-golems
-hands-animate, rig to explode in negative energy?
-need more casters...
(OOC: Just writing the ideas down somewhere. Will probably add on to this)
"She'll have to stay out here for the time being. I've accelerated time in my lab... don't want he aging unnaturally while they're trying to save her. As for you giant man and pale yet strangely attractive woman, your things will be ready in a little bit. My loyal servants are at work making your requests become reality!"
Janine snaps, the other sailors follow, and she leaves.
Soon, the Noumenal Blade can be seen accepting passengers and leaving port.
OOC: Orcy, I would like to start RP with Shadows Breath, I'm not to sure where to post and such. Send me a message and let me know whats up please.
"I didn't think it would be this easy. Would you mind doing me a favor by guiding me to your sanctuary. I wish to speak with Lady Morgaine. "
"I'ma take ya weapons when we get down there. Then ya can talk ta her, maybe eh? Though if ya got anything hidden I may need ta do a bit more... thourough examination..."
"Let us be on our way. When we get down I will give you my weapons but if you touch me I will kill you. Since we will be traveling together may I ask your name?"
"Lead the way.... Sir."
Sleight of Hand: 1d20+26 = 39
The man waves her forward, moving towards the ship only after she has begun her own way toward it. He watches her as she walks, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. When they've reached the ship he gives the order and the zepplin pulls away from Glenndria, turning towards the swamp it begins it's descent.
"Oh, a river... sounds like... sad people. I bet thats the river sticks, but I thought it would have more pieces of wood in it being called sticks and all. Oh well..."
Turning toward Sardal and Gorad, Glenn smiles boradly. He extends a hand with a pair of coin-sized items made of stone, bearing a carving of a large swirling circle on each.
"Oh! Take these and tell your master that they'll do what he wants for his order, just make sure he places them where he wants it."
Hope the corpses don't wander around too long looking for me. That would be a bother.
He then walks of a pier and flies back to Tyrannor, missing everything that was happening there.
"The stench of defiance is in the air. Let us make haste in our return."
from the seafarers handbook, and other books too. these are from the seafearers handbook.
bomb acid;
unlike most of its kind this bomb of a smooth globe. inside the globe ia alarge amount of acid, witch is released when the bomb launched from a catapult strikes a hard surface. the bomb has a blast radiusa of 10 feet and deals 4d6 pionts of acid damage. those caught within the blast radius must make a successful reflex save dc 20 or take full damage from the bomb. A successful save allows those in the radius to take half damage. the bomb also deals half damage to the section of the hull or deck covered by the blast radius.
250gp 200/100ft
bomb sharapnel
this horrid creation is designed to not only cause sigificant damage to an opposing ship, but also a great amount of collateral damage to anyone in the blast area. the bomb deals 2d6 points of damage within it's 30 foot blast radius. those caught in the blast radius may make a reflex save dc 20 for half damage. half of the damage is fire damage and the other half id piercing damage.
200gp 200/100 feet
bomb fire
this bomb functions like an acid bomb but features alchemist fire instead of acid. see phb on acchemist fire.
300gp 4d6 damage 200/100feet.
Is it now possibile to make some for Fi'rua, as she asked before.
there is also:
blasting pelets from the races of stone book.
dither bomb races of the dragon
fire bomb storm wrack
smoke bomb school of illusion
sparkler flair school of illusion
throwing rockets school of illusion
thayen bombard unapproabily east
stinking cloud
cloud kill
death bomb
fireball bomb
snowball swarm
acid stone hereos of battle
dragon blight bomb dragons of faerun
spark stones arms and equipment guide
edit I have more from other books do you want to them also?
this also came to me form the dragon riders here: how about making some kind of release decive for the bombs. say 3 to 4 per side of the dragon saddle and the dragon rider can pull on a rope for one or ropes for more bombs released.
just an ideal for dragon boming, maybe.
Orcy I will pay the gold and all just let me know how much. Thanks!
Is Shar back? He asks, hopefully.
The mist passes quickly but the slime and mold remains clinging to the doors and windows of homes, collecting outside chimneys and rooftops, attaching to golems and statues alike.
A single voice seems to resonate from the fungus...
"The master of rot comes to cleanse the world of the unnatural workings of men."
"Well, here it is. One soul in a box!"
The blue mage looks over at Janine.
Janine! Janine, Shar's back!
What is up with her? Maybe she's sick. I'll be damned if those undead didn't do something to her.
Anyway, Glenn, can we complete the Resurrection?
XP will be forthcoming.
As far as treasure goes... perhaps you didn't notice, but you were sitting on an entire lakeful of an incredibly potent poison. As in, several thousand gp a bottle poison. I'm sure Mach is fast enough he could go fill some bottles before the rest of the people get back.
"Wha.... y... what.... ..... ........."
"YOU TOOK THE GUARDIAN OF HELL FROM HIS VIGIL!? Even I'm not that crazy."
Mach, stop! I...
She looks around.
Hi Glenn, did I get knocked out?
Shar leaps off the table as if nothing had happened. She hugs Janine and all the other sailors in the room, and Glenn and Mach and everyone else there for good measure.
Dead, eh? That was awful! I didn't even get to be tortured in interesting ways! I was sure if I didn't get snatched up by some god of pure jollity, I'd at least get some entertaining hellish scenery.
So... all that about being eaten by a ghost was real?
Heh, I should be shuddering but I just can't. I'm back!
Well, let's go! What are we waiting for? I want to see the man in the hat!
"Hm, judging by the rate of spread from my body, the next infusion will need to be...three weeks from now. How bothersome."
He heads further into the city, and comes to Glenn's shop. Clearing away the moss on the door with a few taps, he enters and looks confusedly about at the sheer number of dragons. And was that a three headed dog?
As Cerberus moves to sniff him, he clears his throat.
"Um...hello. My name is Vladimir. I was told a Mr. Glenn worked here and was the man to come to for quality items?"
For any spirits that have drifted through, he seems to radiate an aura of energy that reinvigorates them.
Glenn, I'm sure you can deal with the fungus just fine here. So unless it's rotted your flying ships, I'm going to leave the city and get back to Tyrannor.
"You know... hell really needs that guardian, don't want the dead walking the world now do we?"
He looks back over toward shar and smiles, dipping his head and bowing in an akward flourish, metal scraping when he does so.
"Good luck with your trip, and its nice to have you back."
"We couldn't just leave him there. He was so lonely just sitting there waiting for the souls to try and escape. Besides, he didnt have a food or water dish anywhere to be seen!"
In the end he turns serious.
"What do we care for walking dead? Val Takk is one and he seems stronger for it. Besides, we went to hell, fought their monsters and came out triumphant, to the victors go the spoils. Cerberus will prove to be a valuable member of the Dogs of War in the coming times."
"I would not make this decision on my own. Dogs of War, what say you?"
Jacob speaks slowly, the wounds he suffered in the Underworld still heavy on his body. As he speaks however his body shifts and changes to a female form.
"Then again, he is like... so cute. He's also like, really strong. But like... uhm... I dunno if it'd be like, a good idea to keep him if like... hells going to like... flow over and ya know, like that."
Vladimir absentmindedly pats one of the three heads sniffing him, as he listens to the crowded shop.
"Wait. All of you went to Hades, got out with Cerberus, and now the underworld lacks a vital guardian. You aren't sure whether to put him back or not, because on the one hand, he's a powerful being, but on the other, said underworld has no guardian. What if you found a suitable replacement, or made one, and presented it to the lord of that realm in exchange?"
Shar makes her way to the flying ships to see if they're in working order to bring her back to the Noumenal Blade.
"Excuse me milady, I have a question that if I did not ask it I would regret it. You see, I possess excellent senses being a fairly experienced hunter and I could not help but notice. You Stink. You stink of death, milady, and take no offense for I mean none by it. I wish merely to speak of it with you as I may have a proposition which one of such odor could find beneficial."
Her aquatic elven crewman answers.
I've been dead for a month! But I'm back now.
Shar smiles broadly.
Why do you ask?
She glances at his staff. It looks vaguely familiar to her.
Fel anxiously awaits the opinions of the other Dogs of War while a bud of an idea sprouts in his head.
Gorad
Gorad smiles at the interest of the recently revivified captain. He speaks to her in as gentle a manner as he can muster.
"I ask because recently I have found myself at the head of an organization who could use a person such as you as a kind of poster child for our cause. We seek to unify the nations of this plane in a single cohesive group. Both living and.... those who have transcended the mortal coil. You have died and now you live again, and perhaps I could offer a solution which would place you in place where you would never fear the gentle caress of lady death again. But I shall introduce myself first, I am Gorad Daywalker. Ruler of the Temple of the Damned and Displaced No-Life King of Tyrannor."
But... But... I like him! He's so strong and majestic! It would trouble me greatly to have to leave him back in hell! No one ever walked him or changed the water in his dish! Couldn't we work out a way to get both? The reward and Cerberus? Kosj'gix! You're smarter and good with that force magic stuff that keeps those ghosts all trapped up! Can't you make a magic that is one way maybe? Mr.Glenn couldn't you help him? I'd be willing to give up my reward to keep my Doggy! We would take care of him and long after we die he will still be alive! You could look at this as a way to strengthen him for later generations of bad guys trying to break out! Oh please Mr. Glenn!
Whoa, slow down. The displaced No-Life King of Tyrannor? Maybe you'd better tell me what happened while I was away before I decide whether I want to be your... poster child.
I would be interested to hear how I could prevent another sojourn in THAT land of the dead, at least. I was hoping for something sparkly or at least an eternal battlefield.
Gix and Mach fade back into existance.
"Holy cow!"
"Did we just...?"
"I think we did!"
"So that's what happens when you go too fast?"
"Apparently! I mean..."
"Ya. Wow."
"Can we not do that again?"
"I do feel a little sick..."
"Ya. Ya. Let's take a break."
"I'm a tid bit hungry, I'm gunna go rustle us something to snack on."
"Ya, of course!"
"You want anything inparticular?"
"No. No. Just something meaty."
"Chicken or pork?"
"No beef?"
"Ya I bet I can pull up some beef somewhere."
"Beef sounds good."
"Alright, be back in a moment. Oh and I think Fel wants you."
"Oh? Oh! Hey. No no. Put it back."
"Kobold says put it back, woman says keep it, the uh... transformer says I dunno. Well thats certainly a tie breaker right there huh? Guess that puts it on you red."
And with that, Shar sets sail for Tyrannor.
"Merry Winter's Feast to all!"
"If I must be the one to decide then... Cerberus, return whence you came, I apologize for the trouble, atleast you got a slight vacation out of it! Heh, on with the rewards!!!"
GORAD!!!!
Gorad shakes his head and his consciousness comes back to him in time to see the gifts falling. Bending down he picks one up and proceeds to Glenn's shop. When he arrives he opens his gift and awaits the Lord's return, his conversation with Shar strangely forgotten.
Once again the Goliath stretches. His consciousness has been all to flighty these days. The drums of a far away worlds almost drowning out all other thoughts. Shaking his head he enters Glenn's shop and waits to be attended too.
Fel
Fel waits for a response from the eccentric lord. He eyes the large Goliath as it enters the shop, but he cannot seem to focus on him. Within a moment the being's prescense is forgotten and he speaks up.
"My lord, you spoke of reward should we turn away our new companion? I do not wish to appear dis-respectful in your domain, but we should be moving along, I feel as though we have been here for WEEKS."
Glenn tilts his head and stares at them for a few more moments before shifting his weight and reaching behind a counter. From there he pulls a bag and from the bag he pulls a small box. He hands the small box to Fel and then walks along giving one small box to each of those that assaulted the underworld.
"There you go. Rewards."
The boxes themselves are small with a hinge, apparently opening nearly at the middle and covered in a fabric.
Twinkle shows up at the floating Merchants' city, looking for finery for her and Snowball.
Hello, hello, are you coming to the ball?
She asks everybody.
Glenn turns toward the tall pale man with his finger hanging in the air for the past month or so.
"How can I help you my dear fleshy statue? You know, I can make those, they're really golems but I can order them to stand still like this."
Glenn raises his arms and strikes a pose, holding it for a few minutes.
"Its really quite hard to do if you have to breath though... everything cramps up, my arms more than anything!"
Glenn rubs at his metallic arms and shakes his head with a sigh.
Hi, I'm Twinkle. What's your name? Are you going to the ball?
"I feel so tired. . ."
Val Takk takes the ring from the box, places it on his corpse, and begins fading away.
"I think I need to sleep now. Sorry to leave so abruptly. . ."
(OOC: Well everyone I just got my shipping orders to head out for my Combat Medic Job training.
I report in on Monday and will be gone until some time in June. Obviously this means I wont be able to post in the Guild House until I get back.)"I wish to propose a business arangement my lord. However I would hope to perhaps discuss it in privacy."
Fel
Before Gorad draws his attention away Fel asks a question of Glenn.
"We thank you for these kind gifts my lord. I would inquire as to their function though, I would find it hard to believe they are completely mundane."
"Of course, a moment."
He shifts his attention back toward Fel as he speaks and grins widely.
"Mundane!? Do I look like the kind of person that doesn't own a flying city? The only thing that is mundane here is the wate.... no thats not normal either... uhm... the stuff I haven't touched yet! As to what it does, I forget... but it has a big G on it so that has to do something. Put it on and push it, maybe thats what I did, its hard to remember somtimes. Did I ever tell you about my exploding mice?"
When she gets to Glenn's shop she goes inside if Glenn is still in the front of the shop with Gorad and Fel.
She will wait for Glenn to finish his talk with them first.
My old master - he's been raised! Come on, Snowball!
And she blinks out of sight, leaving her Apparatus of Kwalish just outside Glenn's shop.
With his question sated and the effects of the ring apparent Fel nods curtly to Glenn.
"Thank you for this gift Mi'lord. It will most assuredly be of much use in times to come. Now I must be off, we have been away from the keep for far to long and I would go to my people."
Fel leaves the shop with a quick bow and mounts Daken.
Fel:"Let us go home my friend, there is much planning to be done."
Daken:"FINALLY! Ugh, it felt as if you were in that little shop for months!
With a quick jump Fel mounts Daken and the two take off towards Ghashmal Keep.
Gorad
When Glenn has a moment to spare Gorad speaks to him in private and awaits his answer.
OOC: Orcy I'm gonna PM you his request.
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Outside, a tall figure, draped in a large cloak, pokes at the Apparatus of Kwalish curiously with a quarterstaff, an occasional click coming from it. Eventually, the cloaked figure walks in. A chitin covered hand comes out from under the cloak, holding a small, ratty book.
Ksc ks ka!
Apparently clearing its throat, it flips through the book, and after studying several pages, looks up.
"I look for...how you say...maker of pinkie's bright shell...maker of shell and claws...*flips a page*Ah! Armorsmith, with issue few. Where can I find one? Have metal disks for trading."
"Why, I'm a maker of pinkie's bright shell and or a maker of shell and claws! I do all sorts of stuff, plenty of things, a lotta things and stuff indeed. Just the other day I made a monkey with a metal eye that lets it see through time and space. Did you know that in the future people will actively hunt ghosts and put it on a box with moving pictures... I think I might make one. I think I'll call it... a Glenn Box... maybe a Glox... or a GBox... maybe just a GB. OOH! A Glennvision!"
Two more chitinous claws, tan with mottled spots, come out from the cloak, and pull back the hood. The mantid face of a thri kreen looks keenly at Glenn, one antennae missing. He-she? Few people could tell with them- looks at the book again.
"In need of shell and claws. Claws your people use.
He looks over Glenn, a small chittering noise leaving his mandibles as he examines the eccentric merchant.
"Need shell that cover all. Like this, but with strengthening. And what you use as claws."
He taps a suit of mithral full plate with a lower off hand, while picking up a hammer and sword with the upper pair.
"You can help, yes?"
Glenn points to each item as he speaks.
The thri kreen turns them over, muttering the names.
"Krn...Yes...hammer and sword. For shell, can look like mine. But problem is..."*flip* Mango... whiskey...body! Body not like you body. Different. Need made for my body."
The mantid puts the weapons back before undoing the clasp, letting the cloak drop.
"Can work with? Many say no, they can not."
Glenn holds up a strange parchment and glass with an image on in depicting a massive, hideous tentacled creature, he throws it behind him and it shatters.
"... then I can make armor for anything!"
A slight chitter, and he tries again, speaking in dwarven.
"Sorry, I find this language easier. How well do you speak the underdweller language? Need to measure anything?"
He looks closely at Glenn's arms, and a look of curiosity comes to its face as it begins looking at them closely.
"And are metal arms optional for humans?"
(OOC: Zkeksn is now up on the PC thread, in the bump. I'll change format to GH if needed.)
"I thank you my lord.... the coin is in measure.... I leave now, before.... I do something regrettable..."
With that he leaves the shop and a moment later a giant bat is seen streaking across the sky towards Tyrannor.
On his return to trip should any traveler be so unfortunate as to be visible from the sky Gorad will fall upon it with a bestial ferocity and devour it.
"Think this it, save for shell."
(List:
+5 blueshine mithral heavy shield ( 27,670 gp), +2 keen bastard sword (18,335 gp), +2 wounding warhammer (32,312 gp), 2 lesser energy assault crystals (acid and electricity) (3000 each, 6000 together), rod of surprises (6000 gp), Heward's Handy Haversack (2000 gp), greater crystal of aquatic action (3000 gp), boots of striding and springing (5000 gp), antimagic torc (25,000 gp), ring of sustenance (2500 gp), total would normally be 127,817 gp.)
"Ah the metal arms... you asked about them a little earlier. They aren't really an... option for most people. You see, I lost my arms a few years ago in a horrible accident in my lab. I had been working on an effigy at the time and when I lost the arms I had to have one of my homoculi attatch the effigy limb to my body. I then made another limb from stone and I used those for years. Not too long ago I created a new set of iron limbs, these ones here. They're quite handy, pack quite a punch, and can hide all sorts of nice things inside them. I've got a few blades that come out of the wrists... ooh! One shoots stuff too! Cool items, though not really as cool as time monkey."
Bug regards them more closely.
"Still, much impressiveness, even before betterment. Can be added to others, though?"
He pulls the lone bag off his belt, and puts the desired amount on the counter. Another hand extends towards one of Glenn's, to shake it.
"For armoring, am wanting it toughened by magic, with perhaps same hue as shield? For how much would that and an arm of steel be too?"
"There's one other thing I seek, after armor and perhaps arms like yours. Have you heard of anything that requires a sword hand? Any project of your own, or a call for aid, perhaps?"
He looks around before picking up a suit of full plate, the same tint as the shield.
"This is what I believe I am looking for, in terms of toughness."
(He picked up a +5 mithral blueshine fullplate, to clarify that.
There are a couple of things I would like clarified: For the effigy arms, what are the other pros and cons besides modification (ex: bonus to strength, permanent -n to hitpoints or dexterity, risk of insanity and becoming a construct on a failed will save, etc)? Also, would the metal plates be a natural armor bonus, built in armor (meaning AC), or just a different name for a warforged graft?)
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Construct Grafts
A construct graft, unlike typical grafts, may be created with the Craft Construct feat or the appropriate Graft Feat. Each of these grafts can be created with a successful craft weaponsmithing or armorsmithing check.
Effigy Arm:
An effigy arm is just what it sounds to be, the arm of an effigy creature. This arm grants the grafted creature a slam attack of the appropriate value (see table). It also gives the grafted creature a +2 inherant bonus to strength score. If the effigy creatue the limb originates from had a natural attack, then the creature gains this attack instead of the slam attack. The creature may be grafted with a limb up to one size larger than himself, however he takes a -2 to all attack rolls and reflex saves, and a -4 penalty to balance checks.
Graft Flesh or Craft Construct, Bull's Strength; Price 25,000gp
Arm of Clay:
This graft grants the creature it is attatched to a +4 inherant bonus to it's strength score. If using a slam attack or some other type of weapon, the wounds inflicted refuse to heal naturally and can only be healed by magic with a successful caster level check (DC 10+ grafted creature's HD), if the check is failed the spell fails and is lost.
Graft Flesh or Craft Construct, animate object; 40,000gp
Arm of Stone:
An Arm of stone is an arm carved from any type of stone. Many varieties exist but have the same purpose. An arm of Stone grants the grafted creature a +4 inherant bonus to it's strength score. In addition, the arm can be used three times per day to deliver a slow effect as the effect lasts for 1 round er two hit die of the grafted creature.
Graft Flesh or Craft Construct, Fist of Stone; 30,000gp
Arm of Iron:
This arm made of a thick Iron comes in many shapes and sizes. Typically it appears too large for the grafted creature's body. This arm allows the grafted creature to make a powerful slam attack. In addition, the creature gains resistance 10 to fire and is able to make an additional slam attack for one round per con modifier if exposed to a fire attack. However, the creature takes double damage from attacks with the elextricity element.
Graft Flesh or Craft Construct, limited wish; 40,000gp
Jaw of Iron:
This is a jaw attached to the head of a creature. It is shaped in various forms but has the same power in any form. The creature may make a breath attack three times a day that poisons those who breath it in. The poisons initial damage is 1d4 con and it's secondary dmage is 3d4 con, the creature is entitled to a fortitude save to resist (DC 10+ 1/2 creatures HD+ con mod). This ability requires a 1d4+1 round wait period between uses. Enough of this gas is expelled to fill a ten foot square.
Graft Flesh or Craft Construct, Cloudkill; 25,000gp
Wrist Blade:
This is a wickedly curved blade grafted into the arm of a creature. If used for an off hand attack it is treated as a light weapon. This blade can also be enhanced as a masterworked weapon, if used with a two handed weapon it may be used to make a single additional attack in a round in which the creature makes a full attack at a -5 penalty.
Graft Flesh or Craft Construct, Craft Magic Arms and Armor; 2000gp
Damage Table:
(According to Glenn prices, that would be 45,000 (1 arm and stone plating) +27863 (armor) +2625 (wrist blade and arm cannon combo) +22500 (second stone arm)+10 gp (2 bags of spikers)=97,988 gp. That means Glenn's gotten a total of 193,681 gp from Bug.)
He puts the money on the counter, and Glenn leads the bug to the back, talking of a time he made robotic legs and laser beam eyes for a shark. An undetermined time later, Bug walks out somewhat nauseous from the Glennesthesia, a new pair of impressively carved pewter arms replacing his smaller ones, and platelets of marble covering spots his own exoskeleton didn't.
"Blegggh..."*
Shaking his head, he gathers the stuff he bought before, and turns back.
"Am being thankful of you. Hoping you are to be having a good day."
He looks out.
"Night. Whatever is being."
Sitting and putting on most of the new equipment, Bug eventually gets up, pulls his cloak on, and wanders off into the night.