The Winter Merchants' Faire

There are three main plazas in Lucimburic City- Clear Fountain Plaza, the Plaza of the Army and Kneudler Plaza.  Of these, Clear Fountain Plaza has been reserved for public functions- so the merchants have swarmed onto the other two, which are seperated by several short but busy streets.  Both plazas have monuments and statues throughout- the Plaza of the Army features statues of Lucimburic's great military heroes, and the Kneudler Plaza has a statue of the first Werebear leader of the Lycanthropes, over a thousand years ago.

The Plaza of the Army is also home to the Boar's Den, a noisy, raucous, and inexpensive dining and drinking hall that is very popular with the "working class"- especially Wereboars.

Many of the merchants here are travelers, and have set up shop to take advantage of the festival here- apparently, not only did word of the upcoming wedding leak out, but it spread out over the area.  The merchants have set up a village of tents that spreads across both plazas, adding to the existing shops of the city.  Most of them intend to be here for at least a couple of weeks- Lucimburic is expecting a long festival.

By order of the Duke, everything will be closed on Solstice Day, because the town needs a break sooner or later.  The rest of the time, the merchants are hungry to capitalize on every moment here- so the shops will be open late.

They have come from across the Elven Kingdom, and from some Human areas as well- there are merchants from Treverorum, Sedanensis, Laodunum, and elsewhere.  There are a few who managed to get in from more distant areas, and even a few Halflings.

It's crowded and busy, as the people of Lucimburic are eager to see the wide range of goods brought in from places they rarely get an opportunity to see.

It's not just goods- services are available as well.  There is a masseuse from Treverorum with large, warm tent, and an appointment book that is filling rapidly.  There are a variety of street performers, and a few fortune tellers.

Dunduin will take some time in between other activities to both see what is available for sale and to see what he can get for the goods he acquired recently. He pledged to do this on behalf of his troops so he took the task to heart. Despite being 'out of place' he found himself enjoying all the new sites and social interactions. It was interesting in that while the creatures themselves were different, many of the social interactions were the same. He postulated that, that was probably true for most humanoid races.

When they have time, Cirostis will bring his gear and the community gear he has on his wagon and stake out a spot to trade. He will tell the story of the battles and the destruction of many enemies, including the demon of late with a marvelous description of the virtues of the Dwarven waraxe. If there is downtime, he will sharpen his tools and even offer his services as a BeardCarver on a sliding scale, dwarves legionaires of the lowest ranks get it free, others pay according to salary, he calls it practice and uses it as a time to chat- he does not advertise this but it helps him relax. In classic Cirostis fashion he begins this practice by calling out any legionaires who fail to present a good military appearance and orders them to submit to his ministrations.

We didn't come here to party, Soldier - but if we must party you will present a good image of the empire.
 

       After having seen to the stabling, care, and feeding of the war ponies, the Dwarven
Patre seeks out the wagon that has their stores of highly sought after prescious bolts of
rare cloth.  Once he's located the valued stores, he set up a stall in the merchants
quarter in the hopes of being able to trade and sell off the wares.  He also wishes to
see if he can have a portion of the rarer materials that have servicable properties to
be made into 'special tabbards' for himself, his personal guards (w the devices of the
Dwarven House of Scopulous as well as the symbol of Mars and the appropriate Legion device
too), Centurion Dunduin (with a Device for their assigned Legion/and Vulcans symbol), and
Cirostis (Legion Device/and the barber pole device) . . .

Arctos, Cirostis and Dunduin are actually running two days ahead of the other PC’s here, (In the other thread they are still a day from the city, and the faire is closed on the solstice day.)  But there is plenty for them to do here, so we can sort of start things out early for them.  In the meantime, though… a little story…

Once upon a time, there was a wizard, living on a cold, grey coast, who over the course of years accumulated a substantial trove of wealth and magic.  He wasn’t a good wizard, and he was always concerned that while he was out traveling (which he often did to acquire more wealth and magic) some group of adventuring heroes would storm his home and make off with his treasure.  So he had an idea:  he constructed a complex underground system of vaults and chambers, and placed his treasure in them with a variety of traps and guards.

The wizard was a brilliant man, but like many brilliant men, he was also an idiot.  He had hired a group of Wererats to guard one particular treasure vault, and for some reason he believed them when they assured him that they would patiently wait in the rooms provided, and when the adventurers showed up, having already gotten through past the traps and the kobolds and the minotaur and the grey ooze and other defenses, the Wererats would slay them.  The Wererats expressed some disappointment over their pay schedule, and the days off they would be allowed.  The wizard generously told them they could keep stuff they found.

What a surprise:  during the wizard’s first trip away from home, the Wererats “found” a substantial treasure right there in the very room they were guarding.  With it, they paid off the minotaur and he left,  a very happy minotaur.  They disarmed all the traps, tossed the Kobolds into the Grey Ooze, and beat feet back for Lucimburic with all the loot they could carry.

Two things came of this.  First, after that debacle, the wizard was widely laughed at,  and anyone even suggesting hiding treasure in underground dungeons with traps and monsters was regarded as brain damanged.  Second, a tradition of “ruin scrounging” by crews of Wererats from Lucimburic was begun, and still continues.

The “Scroungers” do not maintain permanent shops.  Too much of a liability, and too tempting for thieves.  They should know.  They wait for occasions like the Winter Merchants’ Faire to set up temporary shops to sell the “neat stuff” they’ve recovered over the course of the year.  In part because of the operations of the Wererats, the Dwarves discover that Lucimburic is a shopper’s paradise- but very disorganized, and slow- they have to look things over one at a time, and negotiate with different buyers and sellers.  It will take them some time to get to understand the full scope of the goods and services for sale here.  Fortunately, they’ll have time.

Aelasuria enters the Winter Merchants fair Eager to find something for Theo. While she has a new cloak in mind for him. Depending on how the old one is holding up she's open minded. You never know when you will find that perfect gift. Perhaps a piece of armor, a useful weapon of some sort, A article of clothing, a chess board or other sort of game he might enjoy briefly pops into mind. at the moment she didn't think he would want or need another horse. She tries to remember Theo's favorite things as they of course would make a good gift.

"Rita do you have any particular item you want to pick up? IF you know what you want we can stop at that type of store first." She notes the Masseuse with a grin. "Now I wonder if I can talk Theo into enjoy that. I bet he has never had a massage in his life!" If it's possible she discretely inquires with the Masseuse about making a apointment.   "Do you have a opening for possibly two or even three if Rita is interested?"

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       The Patre and his two personal guards (Skippio and Burris ) set up their booth and
continue to man it as they try their best at trading a (1-2 bolts) portion of their goods
so as to have as many silk tabbards made for such an exhange, and possibly find someone
that will take trade healthy and breedable warpony stock in exhange for several of their
bolts of rare cloth, and mayhaps some coin as well.



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This quote was taken from the Dwarven Company  Thread *(message #46) and involves the booty that had been aquired by Arctos as his spoils after the battle of Tullum.

12 Bolts of Fine Cloth . . .

Among the wares a very good looking dwarf sports is a beautiful magical cloak. It is soft and warm and allows you to store stuff in it, in fact it is a cloak of weaponry who's color has yet been described in game, worth 2300 new this dwarf will take the best offer he is not secretly looking for some elvish magic for his Waraxe, or perhaps an elvish cloak or boots for sneaking around or maybe jumping or moving or maybe turning invisible or being stronger or more agile -  something he can impress his friends and neighbors with back home. Something with lots if intricate elvish design that will be an heirloom someday or special magic on the thing he has ... Of course money is good too.

Or ... Just the thing for a wedding gift matching hers and his saddles, very high end (with a bonus to ride) these saddles have intricate ivory carvings and soft supple leather a bargain at 450 each a third and fourth are available. But the Dwarf would prefer to keep one.

He has other wares but these would best fit what the lady is seeking.

Dunduin assists in setting up the 'Dunduin's Dwarves Downright Deep Discount Daily Deals' dwarven goods pavilion. They need three stalls just to hang the banner. The dwarves are exited about doing something other than fighting for a change and put their best effort into it. Rumor has it they even bathed for the occasion.

The Dwarves start checking out the Scroungers’ Shops,  because these look like good places to buy or sell various exotic things.  The Wererats are creative, adventurous merchants and acquire things by exploring old ruins.  So they say.  The Wererats will also buy interesting things they think they can resell.

Of course, they will only pay a fraction of what the retail price for those items might be.  This is fairly normal- a merchant buying an exotic item is taking on a lot of risk.  He might not sell it.  Maybe he will end up hanging on to it for years.  Maybe it will get stolen.  And he’s got the expense of running his operation to think about.  The Scroungers frequently throw an added twist into it- if someone is into both buying and selling exotic things, they will frequently offer more than they would to someone who is just selling- but they will offer it in the form of “store credit” only.

The hitch is that there are three different Scrounger shops.  Each is the tent of a different “crew” and each will only give “store credit” for stuff in that crew’s shop!  Also, each Scrounger Crew gets a little paranoid when they see customers talking to the other Scroungers. They don’t like the idea of customers talking to other sources.  Choosing any one crew to talk to, even if it’s to inquire about prices and other details,  creates a penalty when dealing with the others!

Scrounger Crew One:  The Grund Gutter Go-Getters:

Magic Things on Display:
An Elven Rapier, Breast plate armor with Wolf figure, a peculiar looking crystal cube (they say it opens doors between far away places), colorful looking quilted armor, magic sling bullets (5 for a gold piece!  A bargain at half the price!), a suit of red chain mail armor (stealth, shmelth, who needs it!) and a four inch high pyramid of bronze.

Scrounger Crew Two:  The Feisty Filchers

Magic Things on Display:
A magic anklet that enhances dancing.  Probably does something if worn as a bracelet, no one’s tried.  A bucket of magic sludge.  Magic Sludge?  Yes.  It makes a little golem, but it turns back into sludge if it gets wet.  Several vials of See No Evil, a magic ointment that makes you invisible to evil creatures, A Druid;s Scythe, a magic axe with an icy blade, and Fireproof, Waterproof Parchments:  2 sheets for a gold piece.

Scrounger Crew Three: The Shadow Shifting Sugar Shufflers

Magic Things on Display:
A net with a handle.  A suit of scale armor they call spear-blunter, which can cause weapons striking it to break.  Axiomatic Crossbow Bolts, which cause extra damage to Chaotic creatures.  A magic goblet which changes the moods of those who drink from it.  A magic Lute.  A bucket of magic sand.  Sand?  Yes, it sticks to things and makes things gritty.  A magic throwing hammer.

A final twist:  Each crew’s “front man” insists that they have other things… for the right customer!  (And the Right Customer wouldn't be the type who goes around to those... yech.. .other crews' shops)


The Dwarves also learn that adeptness in the marketplace is a function of several skills.  None of them are professional merchants, and they are more at home on the battlefield than in the market place.  However, being successful traders requires a combination of Appraise, Bluff, and Sense Motive skills.

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Meanwhile, Aelasuria inquires at the Masseuse’s tent.

Udna is a quite strongly built Wereboar woman, who is normally at Lecterna but figured she would get some extra cash running her business in Lucimburic over the festival.

She would be more than happy to make room in her schedule for Aelasuria and any friends.. Udna promises to very delicate with Elves, so Aelasuria need not worry.  She was at the Temple of Aesclepius in Treverorum for a while, and she learned about Elves and other kinds of people.

With the Masseuse Udna Aelasuria nods and smile looking happy that she had appointments still available. "Please make one for Theo and I Udna. I am sure I can convince him to come by at the appointed time. If for some reason I can't then I will bring him by to try to work out a agreeable time."

Smiling at Cirostis Aelasuria is indeed attracted to his stall when he begins to describe his offers. It's obvious that she likes the cloak and finds it's magical qualities attractive. She lightly touches the fabric inspecting it. Then the saddles which she nods looking quite happy at the idea of matching saddles. Although when she hears the prices asked for the items Aelasuria takes a step back. "I am afraid good dwarf I have not the coin to purchase such exquisite wares. I do have magic though permanently enchanting a weapon is beyond me. I will however keep your needs in mind. Perhaps something can be arranged at a later time."

OOC: Cirostis has 5 ranks in bluff, 8 ranks in sense motive and 5 ranks in profession, he is smart enough to understand how appraisal works, and has been working in the market for years as a BeardCarver - this shouldn't be too foriegn for him.
 
Cirostis continues his attempts to sell directly to the public, there are so many people around - and particularly for the items that Arctos and Dunduin may have some claim to, it would be a far cry easier to split money than store credit, , but having noticed the three rat shops and with the concern that the right buyer might not just show up he gathers Arctos and Dunduin.

What do you say we each check out one of those stalls over there? Who knows? maybe trading for store credit will be quicker.
 
We could divide up the things I got the other day between ourselves ... Or one of us could trade in the lot for some enchanted bolts we could all use?

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        Arctos shakes his head in disgust at the 'Beard Carvers' suggestions and replies . . .

        "Tis apparent that Dwarvenkind art naught appreciated, nor their spilt blood given
any thought r'e consideration by too tall merchants or their vile ilk.  To trade art goods
for e' pittance, just to receive credit for overpriced goods, or for things wot we can na
use.  Mine plans twere to get at least a portion O' us outfitted in silken tabards, but
seech an intention appears to be meaningless n' e' corupt place seech as this.

         The views O' Dwarfkind by tuthers tis obviously diminished even further with each
passing moment we art ere.  We should leave as soon as possible for art lands.  We art naught
given the honor due us nor art we going to be treated fairly by merchants at all.  Remeber it
twas e' merchant family wot helped percipitate Vipiacus into its current conumdrum . . .

         I'm sickened at heart by wot I see ere in this merchants quarter . . ."</b>

The beard carved nods at the Priests words,
I understand friend, Ill see if I can get you a silk tabard then, or perhaps some bolts? he had rather hoped one of them would have gone to each shop, now he considers which is least likely to support their needs.

Well - he looks at the commander to see what he thinks.

Cirostis bows to Aelessuria and speaks quietly - tell me, lady - does the cloak or the saddle seem to meet with your eye?
 
He watches if there is any glint of interest.

22:33, Today: Cirostis rolled 27 using 1d20+8. Sense motive.

Tell me truly.

      The Dwarven Patre spits in disgust upon the ground, then continues to address
Cirostis . . .

       "There art twelve bolts O' prescious materials in mine possession already, some O'
which tis the finest O' silk around . . . but the vile merchants ere art much to greedy to
give an honest Dwarf a fair deal!  Wot art goods art truely worth and wot these dispicable
merchant art willing to trade tis most offensive.  They art naught any different than the
merchants in Tullum . . .  They art truely wicked currs!"

"Not really; I am still trying to figure out what to get Riordeg," Rita responds to Aelasuria. "For the children, I am looking for toys and books. And clothing too, especially winter clothing for those who need it. And nice clothes for the wedding, if the children haven't brought such clothing with them. I need to speak with Lady Chara to find out just what they do and don't have."

This is still on Solstice Eve, before Rita had a chance to have any substantial conversations with Lady Chara and the individual children.

"I cannot afford that cloak either," she says looking longingly at Cirostis' cloak of weaponry. "A magic item that could in any way help Riordeg in battle would be perfect. The question is, are there any such items I can actually afford. I know there are a lot of out-of-town merchants here, but I also would like to check out the regular Lucimburic merchants and see what they are offering--though probably not the rat shops, as some of them are less than trustworthy.

And Cirrus, who is really one of the children--do you have any thoughts on what she might like?"

As for a wedding gift, that discussion will be limited to her and Riordeg. Whatever she gets Aelasuria and Theoderic is going to be a surprise. An heirloom type object would appropriate. Or maybe a religious item that is also decorative, such as a beautiful statue of Diana.

"Enjoy the massages," she says to Aelasuria, realizing that the time her elven friend is distracted with the massage is also a perfect time for her and Riordeg to look for wedding gifts.

Dunduin makes Cirostis the frontman until he can find a local 'frontman' willing to take on the job for a reasonable price.
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To Arctos -
I meant crossbow bolts, my friend - magic demon killing sorts of things, surely they have that in exchange for your bolts of material, if we can do no better.

The wizard wanders through the faire, he looks at the wares and pays particular attention to any magical auras. He chats with the Dwarf Barber fellow and gets a seat in line for a beard carving.

Hmmm? Yes yes, ooh my your beard rings are nice -

He says noticing a magical aura. But the Dwarf doesn't let the old codger touch his beard ring.

When done he starts to walk away.

The dwarf politely requests payment... The wizard checks his pockets with uncertainty.


Once he is done the wizard looks for nick nacks of any kind, and randomly identifies them.
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"Thank you Udna. I will bring Theo buy when I get the chance."

With Cirostis she speaks with him in her usual friendly and open manner. "Yes I do like the cloak and the Saddles. I had been considering the Saddles as a gift For Theo and of course I had been thinking about a purchasing a cloak. This one seems more useful then most I will be likely to find in the market. However I am afraid I simply lack the funds Good Dwarf. Might I know your name? Mine is Aelasuria Soulwater. This is Rita a Priestess of Penlope I believe. Are you still a priestess of Lord Pluto Rita?" She's obviously interested and appears to have no intent of concealing it. She's also equally sincere about feeling she simply doesn't have the coin to even attempt to bargain for them.

Turning her attention to Rita she nods with a smile for her friend. "Your going to be very busy indeed getting all the children ready for the celebration. Perhaps they will have a chance to make friends with some of the Children of Lucimburic during the solstice celebration."

"It's probably best to ask Cirrus herself. Surprising someone isn't always the best way to go. She seems to enjoy singing and she's a messenger for Theo now. I imagine she could enjoy a dress for the celebration and for her own enjoyment. She might want something related to music as she sings very well. Perhaps perfume or Jewelry. I think the best gift will be spending time with her. The same I think for the children Rita."

Items she will check out despite the fact it's very likely she can't afford any of it. Peculiar looking crystal cube, the Magic Anklet, The magic lute,  The scale armor, The breast plate armor, The elven Rapier, the bronze pyramid and the magic ax simply because she is curious about it. She will of course use appropriate skill sand magic to properly identify all items. Especially if there is a chance of buying them.

Whatever the special items are she's curious about them. However only expects  to find out about one of them. Their choice if they want to forfeit the potential business.

When she see's scolo Aelasuria waves and smiles to him. "Scolo! Your shopping too! Rita, Riordeg and I are shopping as well."

Pardon me my lady The Beardcarver says with a bow -
I am Cirostis Avastus, BeardCarver and part time Centurio Posterio to Centurio Dunduin's Legionairres.

I have hears something about you, if you beg my pardon. Congratulations are in order! I pray your wedding is a triumph and your Manlings dig deep!

As to the gift, I would be honored to contribute support for what you choose for your husband, truly - these things are not gifts of my hand but, well they are nice in their way.
He whispers ...
If the saddles interest you I will give you two of them outright. No ... it is not entirely free ... for I would be selfish in one way, once you and your King are seen upon them, the remaining two will probably increase in value to a noble family of Lucimburic.

As to the cloak ... well it might be too personal a gift from a stranger like me ... Sometimes making too generous an offer can stimulate the wrong sorts of whispers ... I do need a few things myself - not money directly - perhaps you know someone who could do me a favor and I would give it in exchange?

Someone could look over what I have here and tell me any magic or Lore ... if you know such a wizard who would not mind. Some alchemical bolts would provide me an edge on the battlefield, or maybe an item ... something like soft elvish boots or a belt that would help me lift ... the value does not have to equal the value of the cloak, for I am already willing to part with it, and would be glad in many ways to see it used as it was meant by an Ally of the Dwarves in glorious battle.

Uhm ... yes. Scolo sports red green and brown beads in his beard and a very flattering short hair cut ... Thanks to the Beardcarver. He is wearing his frock in a seafoam color today and his bunnies look downright sensible. He looks around not completely present but happy to see Aelessuria nonetheless.

What colors are your favorites? he says to the bride rather directly. then he looks around, he seems to be seeing colors that aren't in the normal vocabulary at the moment.

I scrimpied in my list that the fireworks will be ready soon, hmmm? Do ... uh ... we have many days left? You must be busy - nevermind what what?

Theoderic does need a little convincing to come along to Udna’s  massage tent.  It is not a luxury he normally allows himself- and in fact, it is one he has never known.  These things don’t exist in Raviniacum.

On the other hand, Aelasuria finds it easy to convince him.

One look into her eyes… and it is hard to find a reason to say no.  So it is that the two of them visit the Wereboar’s tent.

Udna recognizes him.  “You are Duke Barstow’s friend, prince from next land over!” she says.  She gives Aelasuria a funny look.  “Why you not say this?  I never give massage to prince before.  Duke once, Count a few times, never prince!”

She looks him over and remarks, “this will be challenging, both.  You are Frankish man, big size of Germanic warriors.  She is delicate Elf.  Must go back and forth, strong, not strong, strong, not strong.  Udna can do it.  With help.  Okay, get ready.”

The Wereboar is prepared for this.  She has a few assistants.  Also wereboars, family in fact.  They are scurrying around, trying to make the tent presentable for royalty, as fast as possible.

Theoderic is not that well prepared.  “Get ready… how?” he asks.

”On table, shirt off,” Udna explains.

* * * * * * *

Meanwhile, the Dwarven "Loot Booth" has begun to attract attention.  But so far, no sales.  Quite a few questions, though, and a lot of interest.  Some of the questions are "Where's all the armor and weapons.  Isn't that what Dwarves do?  Why would Dwarves even show up at a festival like this without tons of magical chain mail to sell?"

Arctos and Dunduin learn there is a reason for slow business on Day One. The general strategy here, especially when buying pricey things, is not to pounce.  Rather, the festival shoppers will generally spend a few days looking everything over, comparing and deciding before pouncing.  Retail is a tricky business.

* * * * * * *


Melissa has done a little investigating on her own.  The Duke and Duchess have assigned someone to look after the entertainment for the festival and wedding- the Argentos's of Basilea.  They are working out of the Duke's palace, where they have an office, of sorts, in the Musicians's Conservatory there.

"If it's fireworks they want, or magic in general, we should go see them," Melissa suggests. "By the way, where's Edgar?"

There's a muffled voice from within Scolo's coat:  "Makeitstopmakeitstopmakeitstop!  I need quiet!  They're driving me sane!"

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        Arctos seated near the stacked bolts of exotic fabrics, notices the 'Too Tall' strangers
odd behavior whilst in the 'Beard Cleavers' care.  At the 'Too Talls' request, Cirostis gives
him a haircut, and when the job is done, the ingreat fails to pay his sword companion for the
services that had been rendered.

        The Dwarven Patre finds himself disgusted over the humans unwelcome behavior, and
vehemently spits upon a vacant piece of ground in an overt gesture of his displeasure over the
matter.  Arctos strokes the remnants of his Dwarven beard as he growls deeply under his breath
 . . ."Cheap skinfint 'Too Talls'."

        Patre Scopulos rises to his feet using his 'Agnon' for support while he squints his
left eye, and uses his right raven hued orb to take a much closer look at the strange behavior
of the 'Too Tall' thats being cared for by Cirostis . . .
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If Aelasuria realizes Scolo has forgotten to pay she gently reminds him. "Scolo the beard carver needs to be paid for his services. Cirostis Scolo easily gets distracted sometimes how much does he owe you? I will take care of it unless Scolo objects." She couldn't be absolutely certain Scolo had remembered his coin purse or if he cared about  money aside from it's often necessity to research new magic.

Then to Scolo she nods smiling at his question. "My favorite colors? I love blue and I think yellows and greens are nice. Red roses are lovely and I do like purple or is it violet? Normally I wouldn't say orange however in the sky at sunset it can be lovely. Is that enough colors if not white could supplement it."

With Cirostis she listens curiously not sure she understood everything he had said. "Are those roman terms? Centurion as guard and posterio as in rear guard? If I am mistaken my regrets on that." She smiles warmly at the Dwarf. "Thank you Cirostis. Would you happen to be Married if so I hope that your children achieve mastery of their arts and perhaps fame young."

While she didn't know as much as she liked about dwarves she hoped she learned something from Ovo. To be regarded as a master of their art, be it the forge, mining or whatever was a high compliment. She also had heard dwarves wished fame as it helped to find suitable marriage partners. "If you meet Ovo in your travels please tell I said hello he is a good dwarf friend of mine."

When he whispers to her she smiles warmly at Cirostis only to happy to help him in return for such a generous gift. "I will be honored and pleased to ride using your Saddles with Theo very soon Cirostis. I do actually I can examine all your wears and Identify them for you. In addition it is my intent to see if I can get your weapons enchanted for you. It will take time these things can not be done easily. I will speak on your behalf with the Were-Owls today if possible as I trust your time is valuable and you won't wish to be waiting on them in Lucimburic longer then is required to complete your stay and business here. Also my friend here Scolo is a master wizard and frankly although it wasn't to elvish taste he made quite the impressive magical bath for a certain client."

She looks to Scolo curious about it. "Scolo how are you at Enchanting weapons? I plan on going to the Were-Owls and my people with this. However I won't neglect your skill in the matter either. If My father is here Cirostis I can ask him if he might take a hand in things as you are interested in elvish Magic. Oh and Melissa thank you for finding out about the Argentos's! I hope they can be of great help!" She felt sympathy for Edgar speaking softly to Scolo. "Perhaps Edgar could rest in the garden with the Unicorns? It's just a thought Scolo as I know your familiar is important to you."

OOC: Trip to were-owls will probably happen before or after massage. We can make it happen. ^_^


Later when Theo arrives Aealsuria smiles giving him a Hug with a affectionate look in her eyes.  "You will enjoy this Theo. Some elves are masters of the art however I think Udna's skill will be better for you. We don't often practice this on other races. And I am always aware that I can learn things from others. I hope to learn a few of Udna's techniques while under her tender care."

Looking To Udna her eyes soften and she speaks softly. "My regrets Udna I am afraid I am not used to thinking of Theo as King yet. He was ordained by the high priestess of Aphrodite. Theo is a man of the people he has lived amongst them and I promise we will speak well of you and your family." She meant it too as she didn't expect to find anything wrong with their services and even if she did it was the least she could do not to speak of it after catching them unprepared like this.

Smiling she takes a moment to help Theo out of his shirt. Her graceful hands working the ties if there are any depending on it's style. Once it's off she carefully folds it setting it aside for him. Naturally she assumes there is a privacy screen or that the tent can be closed off from the general public. "Theo you should lay down on the table and relax. She might use hot towels or massage oils so don't be surprised. I suspect after this you might be a convert and we could hire a Masseuse."

When it's time she of course gets ready for her own ready to enjoy the relaxing experience. She disrobes as needed Laying on the table behind the privacy screen. "Rita you really shouldn't miss out on a chance at a massage. However I understand if you have other things to do." And she did as Rita had always been one to take on a lot at one time so long as there were things to do!
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Melissa acts as Scolo's secretary.  She seems to revel in the fact that he would be lost (possibly on some other plane of existence) without her.

Scolo has evidently forgotten he had requested an audience on the subject of fireworks.  Melissa has got everything set up with Phileas and Hylensia Argentos, who have been assigned the job of organizing entertainment.

This is in another thread- Meetings in the Palace.

* * * * * * *

The Dwarves are a puzzle to many.  No one can explain why the Dwarves here have no "Dwarven" goods to sell.  Dwarves selling fabric... it seems strange.

They seem so out of place-  these strong, sturdy bearded warriors, in battered armor and holding well worn weapons... trying to sell silk and satin.  Some passersby think its some kind of comedy act.

At least, it attracts attention.  Sell silk with Dwarven warrior-salesmen is certainly a novel approach.  There are interested buyers: Elves, who like the bright, light fabrics.  There are even suggestions that these fabric rolls may be worthy of some of the arcane crafts of the Elves, in trade.  Scippio suggests to the others that Arctos be temporarily distracted or subdued, lest he drive them away with an angrily bellowed rant.

* * * * * * *


Now that she knows who they are, Udna the Wereboar masseuse is tickled at the thought of being hired by Theoderic and Aelasuria.  She assumes Aelasuria is talking about her... how many other professional masseuses are around?  But, she must tell them no.

"You would hire a masseuse?" she asks as she scrunches along Aelasuria's back.  "It is good offer but I am not leaving.  I love my home, my forest, my family, I cannot leave, but you can come back to Lucimburic.  And maybe, you don't worry, I will teach your husband a few things and you will not need a masseuse."

Aelasuria is probably right about Rita.  Rita is always doing something, and never seems to slow down.  Aelasuria and Theoderic, on the other hand, are rapidly becoming relaxed to the point of grogginess.

The tall man with beaded beard and frock looks down at the aggressive fellow he bends down close.
Drip on, man! That's affirmationax! He says with a note of triumph after inspecting the loogie on the ground. Others remind him of his debt and he pats his pockets again.

Stopityouijerk!!!! Comes a noise from inside his robes. Oh yes yes ... Here I'm so sorry Edgar, just restipou. he mumbles, then he opens a pocket on his little backpack. He takes out a small vial and drips a little on the spittle.

Is it money you want?

He says to the dwarf.

He will conclude their deal offering fair trade to the dwarf, then approaches the wagon and looks at the strange liquid.
Hmmmm? You know what you have here?

He examines it closely.

To Aelessuria's question.

Well ... Hmmm ... How am I on enchanting weapons? Sometime I'm rather silky and other times like ice or stone. It is almost a cheat you know? Like shinning you mothrockers but I am proud of my oyster shucker.

He pats the small knife on his belt.

My best work, oyster shucker asside is not with cutters and such or even plates of steal, but I can make most anything else, magic boots, belt hat and rings oh my. If only I had a workshop...

Scolo writes the list of colors in his book.

If anyone is looking for Dwarven craftsmanship, Cirostis is more than glad to show his masterwork Dwarven waraxes and his cloak of weaponry. These are truly emblems of the highest in dwarf quality.

Cirostis speaks with Aelessuria.
 I'm sorry, Centurion is a leader of a hundred legionaires, or often more, as you see we left with more than 230. A Centurio posterior is nearly the same rank but below and behind the leader. I am, Centurion Dunduin's second.
...
Ah yes, i have a gorgeous bride of my own, Minerva and a houseful of dwarflings! I appreciate your words my lady.

He sets two of his saddles aside marking them as sold and discusses openly with the beautiful bride as to where she would like them and when.  He whispers to her.

Thank you, love - I pray they will be enjoyed by both of you. Do not mind, if I sell nothing else I am glad to contribute to your marriage.
 

****

To the Wizard Cirostis begins to grow impatient. What the hell is he saying?! But in a second before yelling at the tall fellow he notices the little glass vial ... He asks :  well sir, I really need something more than money, if you have some acid or bottled fire or whatnot, I would like it better... He is very happy to get usable a dose of acid.

"Proserpina," Rita gently corrects Aelasuria, still smiling. "I am a priestess of Lady Proserpina and of Lord Pluto. Lady Chara did say something about having made sure the children brought along appropriate clothing for the wedding, so that leaves me free to get them toys and candy. Maybe some books too, if any are sold here.

The massage sounds tempting, but I really think I need to spend this time searching for the right gifts for others instead of indulging myself." She smiles brightly, making clear she is not commenting about Aelasuria, just about herself.

She looks around for really high quality armor or weapons, either of which would be perfect for Riordeg. The saddles are beautiful but still on the expensive side.

Aelasuria already introduced her and Cirostis to one another. When her friend heads over to the masseusse and Riordeg is busy at another booth, Rita looks carefully around Cirostis's wares.

"As Aelasuria said, I am Rita Duronus, and I am also a friend of Ovo. He is a brave and loyal fighter. Might you have any masterwork weapons or armor available--perhaps something that could someday be enchanted magically? I am looking for a special gift for a special person, and I could use some advice in making a choice. Is there anything in particular you would recommend? My friend is a warrior with King Theoderic's army."

At some point, she also wants to check out the elven clothing shop. Elven boots are beautiful, and the magical ones can aid swiftness or stealth. An attractive non-magical cloak could also make a good gift. But first, she will see what Cirostis has to offer.

"Aelasuria is my best friend, and I don't have the first idea of what would make an appropriate wedding gift for her and King Theoderic. Perhaps something decorative, like an heirloom. Even if you don't have such a thing, I appreciate any suggestions you might offer."

In spite of her reservations about going to the rat shops, the spear-blunting armor displayed at Scrounger Three's table might make a good gift for Riordeg. She keeps it in mind as a possible destination.

          Using his Agnon for support, Arctos ambles outside their traders tent, looks to the
ether above, and strokes his tattered and burned beard in apparent agitation and frustration.

          The Dwarven Patre raises his 'Agnon' to the ether and aires his disatisfaction in
his native tongue . . .

          "Mine 'Most High Mars' . . . I Patre Artos, descended from the most Noble Blood O'
the House O' Scopulos wot roots lie in Avernis, am your faithful servant, and thy strong right
arm.  Thy faithful servant hath fervently championed thy cause against the 'Infernal Host',
engaged and slain the 'Demons O' the Great Abyss without hesitation or fear for mine own mortal
soul through the course O' many Battles in order to protect Terra from wot tis feared most."

          Arctos balls his free hand into a fist and smacks his chest with in a attention
getting emphatic gesture as he continues to speak . . .
 
           "Now must I be humbled . . . no diminished to that wot I abhor most!  To become a
simple hawker O' goods, a common street merchant, whence I should be defending hearth, home,
and our Temple's Most Holy precints as thy 'Champion.  Shamed greatly am I, whence mine homeland
suffers the 'Infernal Blight O' the Dueregar Plague', I peddle wares from the spoils O' war.  The
traders craft tis naught proper ministrations for a faithful servant O' the God O' War!

           We Dwarven Legionaires art strangers in a strange land, where its inhabitants see us
as jesters and fools, instead O' wot we art truely . . . their saviors.

           I beseech thee Mars to open the eyes O' art peers, and allow them to peruse a portion
O' the truth wot I hath seen.

           Doth we hath to suffer the foreigners ignorance and be thought Dwarven fools whence
the blood O' the Legion hath been spilt and lives given to defend the lands O' their Kingdom and
way O' life?  Doth we naught suffer enough with the thought that art own Dwarfkin art threatened
by Mastipahals Infernal grap, that we must suffer such unwarranted humilations?

           Mine god Mars, I beseech thee to grant me wisdom and understanding so as to
open the minds O' those in this ere Kingdom whom see us naught for wot we truely art and
to bond us all in understanding!  Allies should naught bilk one another especially when
lifes blood hath been given in their behalf!

           Praised be mine High god Mars and may he grace me with 'His' approval!"


           Patre Scopulos continues to look at the sky above so as to determine whether his
voice was even heard, or not . . .

pm

Having finally escaped from the discussions about wedding dresses, Riordeg heads off to find a present for Rita.

Magic items are out, he just doesn't have the funds for them, and anyway, he wants this to be a personal gift, something ... thoughtful.

PM to Ben.

OOC: Somewhere in time when the massage happens.

Making a soft pleased sound as Udna works Aelasuria's relaxes under the wereboar's skilled hands. Whatever stress or tension in her muscles simply seems to melt away. Her head is turned towards Theo as she lays on the table. Aelasuria's lovely green eyes rest on Theo a warm slightly amused smile blossoming as she sees him likely melting under Udna's ministrations. "See I told you this would be a memorable experience. We need to have a bath built similar to Duke Bastow's and Lady Babette's in time. With the right magic or engineering it can be heated. A good bath in hot water will do wonders for you after a hard day Theo."

Hearing Udna decline even as she started feeling sleepy Aelasuria focuses on the conversation more completely. "I understand. I love my home and family too Udna. It is never easy leaving although for me the calling to explore and learn led me away. I am very fortunate to have found Theo in my travels. Thank you I would truly appreciate that if you could teach him a few things."

She smiles wondering how much Theo would learn suspecting they would both blush the first time he tried to give her a massage! In Due time when it's over she stirs dressing completely and taking the time to pay Udna. There was much to do today and as tempting as it was to simply relax Udna had a business to run. She pays Udna unless Theo decides to coin changing hands. "Thank you Udna I feel wonderful."

OOC: At a different time talking with everyone else.

With Rita she nods having been reminded she served two divinities instead of one. "Books would be a wonderful gift. I am certain you can find them here. The were-owls and a variety of other were folk no doubt sell them. That is unfortunate Rita perhaps later then."

Looking to Scolo with a smile seeing he has found a trade that truly interests Cirostis. "Yes Scolo is very skilled in magic I think he can trade something very useful or coin as preferred." She was impressed when he said he could make Magical Belts, boots and rings. "Scolo perhaps I could commission a magical item from you. I am sure the Were-Owls have a proper workshop. Theo is always worried about me when battle breaks out. Are you familiar with boots of springing and striding? Such a item might please Theo though I suspect the cost might be to great. I know your busy so don't worry about it if you have to much on your hands already. Would you like to come to the tower of higher learning I am sure they have workshops there." She hadn't forgotten aside from conducting his own business he was rather busy working on magical fireworks. This made her concerned about asking him about anything that would prove time consuming.

Having through good fortune or luck more then anything already found a suitable gift for Theo and herself she couldn't be more happy. She reminds herself of course to carefully make certain everyone knows they were acquired from Cirostis and his troop of Dwarves. "I see! Thank you very much Cirostis both for the explanation and such a wonderful gift. I wish your wife and family could be here for the Solstice celebration. You deserve to have time to spend with your family. Come let us go to the tower of higher arts. I can introduce you to the were-owls there and return here to finish up my shopping soon enough.  That is if you are free to go?"

She looks Concerned when Arctos smacks his chest making a  passionate speech against shopping and selling things in general. Glancing at Cirostis she asks him softly. "Is everything all right your companion appears to be upset. It is winter now armies can not move freely without loss of life and limb. We have all fought hard against the Huns and their infernal host. Elves, humans, dwarves, haflings and even fey have risen up against the orcs and there Demons. Both Theo and I have personally fought and slain several demons in the course of the war."

"Good dwarf your people are not the only to have shed blood and suffered losses at the hands of the Huns. Fey, elves, Centars, humans, haflings all have died in this cause fighting side by side. Your passion is admirable however the people of the lands need to celebrate this holy holiday. As well as to recognize the victory over the Huns all have fought so hard for. To know that life goes on not to disparage anyone. No one thinks the less of you or  yours and your companions they need a few moments of peace. I have heard you and I will bring the Dwarven peoples needs to the attention of King Theoderic as well as Duke Bastow, and my people in Geneva."

Having said that she moves on seeing how hostile the dwarven cleric had been regarding Scolo and others she didn't expect him to be reasonable. She makes her way to the Tower of higher learning to honor her words to Cirostis even if he can't come with her. When she catches up to Theo if He hadn't already heard the dwarf she would speak to him on their behalf.

OOC next stop Tower of higher learning. Honestly due to the wedding I really need to be in five places at once.
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Cirostis shows Rita his MW Waraxes, beutiful and artistically made in a high dwarven style. He also shows her the cloak, it has bold lines and cut.

It is very helpful to any warrior, 25 lbs of gear can be stuck to the inside, instantly at the ready but adding no additional weight for the long road. I have enjoyed it. but I no longer need to carry so much since one weapon can do the work of four.

Or if this is beyond your budget ... how about some silk? we have several fine bolts, you could work with that wizard perhaps and make him a silk shirt, or even a simple tabard for under his armor, it limits the damage from piercing weapons and barbs...

As for Armor, my Centurion here has found a fine warrior's armor - Sir, are you seeking to sell the armor?

****

Cirostis makes it over to Arctos for a private word, he smiles with his friend.

That fella was odd ... Thank you for watching out for me.

You know, I realize you don't much enjoy the market, you dont need to stay, I think I can get plenty of assistance if you send out one of the lads to help me, Say, wasn't Decadon Burris a merchant of sorts? send him out to relieve me, that would really help - and I'll look into a few options more for our trade 

*****

When he gets the chance, Cirostis will chat with the Wererats.

Oh him? He says meaning Arctos. Yes he is very proud, and powerful - be carefull he's killed no less than 4 demons, he has a special touch. He nods. He might scare a few customers away, but - we just need to make a fair exchange sometime - it's not like we really need to make a living, surely someone will enable us to exchange all this loot for things more suitable to our lifestyle and then we will move on, but really I think some of the people really like him, I'm sure he'll be missed when were done trading.

Knowing Arctos will have an effect on all sales, he hopes that the other merchants might see an opportunity to make a great offer of trade and eliminate the distraction. Cirostis is very good at communicating in this way...

That's how it goes with weddings.

Meanwhile, back at the Dwarfmart:

Cirostis has an edge most Dwarves do not.  Having had his own business, he knows about those strange, unpredictable, oft-confusing, very aggravating, yet entirely indispensable things known as customers.  You can't yell at them, or give them orders (usually- sometimes, they think is part of the “atmosphere” and Cirostis has already discovered that some customers here expect their Dwarves to be gruff and grim... just not selling any fabric in a color that is named after a fruit.  There is just no way for Dunduin to say “why we don't we look at this Autumn Peach Satin” without provoking giggles.)  You have to treat them with... diplomacy!

And fortunately, this is a skill Cirostis has.

While the curious gather to listen to Arctos's orations, Cirostis does what he can.  But as we said... he's got choices to make.

The Elves are certainly interested in the cloth.  They would gladly take the whole load, a package deal.
The Wererat crews, who consider themselves “brokers” will buy almost anything, of course.

The Elves are the better customers to pursue if Cirostis is after a staight cash return.   Or perhaps even some potions or “minor” magic.  (Having just come through a desperate war, Elves are somewhat hesistant to part with significant magic weapons or armor they may happen to own.)

The Wererat Crews, on the other hand, won't pay as well in cash, but clearly have an assortment of “interesting” stuff they've acquired that they would be willing to trade.  And it may seem odd to expect that they would make a favorable deal with magic in return for cloth, but Cirostis also knows a thing or two about economics, and he knows that the Wererats know:  like gold, cloth is a “liquid” asset.  It can be readily sold or traded anywhere.  There might be two or three people in the whole city interested in a specific magic item... or maybe no one at all... but lots of people want clothes.  Also, whereas an item must be sold as an item, it's easy to sell a few yards of cloth from a roll.  And far more people can afford a few yards of satin than can afford a magic item.  That means, from the merchant's point of view, cloth is a much easier commodity than magic items, and so the Wererats might be eager to trade.

So the Dwarves have choices here.  They have possible buyers lined up, but do they want to deal with the Elves or the Wererats?

* * * * * * *

Theoderic settles the tab with Udna.

"I promise you a bath," he says to his bride-to-be.  "But I'm wondering, where to build it.  These last few months has seen my kingdom grow, and in directions I didn't expect.  Can I manage all of Belgica from little Raviniacum, or will we have to move?  I don't think I want to be in a city."

Udna lets them recover together, two very relaxed customers feeling the pleasant warmth of well worked muscles.

Erm... Yes well I could make boots like that ... But ... Um ... How to say ... The uh wedding is very soon.

The truth is, Scolo would love to make things for awhile - hell do it for free - but he is not sure how long they intend to stay, and he wanted to learn more spells, and try to find his people or maybe ... Oh I don't know. He sees something shiny in the distance.

Dunduin has some experience with requesting supplies and obtaining goods but rarely had to deal with selling wares. As a result he tells Cirostis "Cirostis, I'm entrusting you completely with this task. You have the knowledge and diplomacy to work this out. My knowledge is..well..more strategic in nature" he smiles. "I'm going to check in periodically with you and spend some time seeing what sort of aid we can put together to aid our brethren. May Vulcan guide you."

"Oh, you have authority to enlist troops as needed for transporting and protecting wares. I think that covers it."

Thank you, Sir. I will take a quick break here and visit the wererats to trade my cloak and a few things of my own. Then I will return and sell the cloth ... Are you selling your armor or anything else as well?


He approaches the Were Rats with the strange cube that opens doors first.
He greets them, Good Afternoon - I have a few things of my own I'm interested in trading and wanted to see what kinds of trades we could make.

Aelasuria is able to provide some further information about some of the magic possessed by the Wererat crews.  They don’t like people doing too much poking, but they know she is considered a friend by the Duke and Duchess and they give her a little leeway.

Along with the Cirostis, she takes a closer look at some of the Wererat wares.  She doesn’t have time to study everything, but some things come to her attention, but Cirostis has narrowed the investigation to the Wererats with that peculiar crystal cube:

There is an Elven Rapier.  It’s an old blade, thin, and flexible, a light, quick weapon well suited to the Elven style of fighting.  But as the Elves often do, they wove an additional enchantment into it.  Not only does it have a moderate enchantment as a weapon (+2), it has the odd ability to provide the user with an uncanny sixth sense of where the opponents are.  The wielder of this blade gains the “blind fighting” feat while using it.

The Breast plate armor with the Wolf figure is “shifter’s armor”, a common magic item in Lucimburic,  In addition to providing some moderate additional protection (+2) it, and whatever clothing it is worn over and with, and anything in pockets, merges into the wearer’s body when the wearer shape shifts- either by Lycanthropy or Druid magic.

The Crystal Cube is a variant of a near-legendary thing called a Cubic Gate.  It can open magical portals between different places, by placing one’s hand on the appropriate face of the cube.  There is a way to reset the “home” side of the cube, which has now been set for here in Lucimburic.   The other faces can only be discovered by testing, although the Wererats are certain one opens into a “big muddy city”.

The Quilted Armor, which is brightly colored in green and yellow squares, has a moderate enchantment, and gives +2 to tumbling skill rolls.  It also provides DR 5 against blunt impact damage, like falls, and slam attacks.

The sling bullets are ordinary +1 sling bullets.

Aelasuria does not yet have time to study the red armor, or the bronze pyramid, or the two other items this crew shows them:  One, though, the wererats explain:  It is ring of improved climbing.  The wand they are not describing, only “It has spells”.
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Cirostis strokes his beard.

Hmmm ... I'm not really interested in any of this ... but maybe that cube for the right trade.

Now - I thought there was more, right?

He shows them what he has to trade

I have this fine cloak, it allows someone to carry more than they normally would, tools and weapons are instantly available when needed. And these Dwarven Waraxes - you won't find the like from anyone else. I've also got 2 beautiful saddles, but ... I was thinking of holding off on selling those.

Our fine cloth is for sale or trade if there are things here that meet the needs of my companion - otherwise we will trade for cash out right.

        When their is a pause in the 'Beard Cutters' trade negotiations, the Dwarven
Patre has a word with him . . .

        "Cirostis if the Elves will naught agree to trade their skills to turn some O' art
silk n'to ensorceled silk shirts for us in exchange for a bolt O' silk, then methinks it
best to wait and trade it elsewhere for goods more to art liking.  Mayhaps the bolts O'
silk twere meant to be brought back to the Dwarven Kingdom!"

That is your choice my friend ... They will pay in cash if you want it but I need to know if I am doing this or not. Having you pop in and out changing your mind is an undo burden.

Scolo wanders to look in the shops as well. Hmmm he notes looking at the quilted armor.

Aelasuria smiles at Theo giving him a hug then gently taking his hands she gives them a affectionate squeeze. "It is something we will need to think about. Perhaps a Map will help you think as you can look it over to figure out what you feel is best. If you determine that Raviniacum is best then we will build our home there. If after we have a time to think and discuss the situation we discover we will build or home somewhere else I am fine with that. I don't know if you would consider your grandmothers mark or not for various reasons. Although I wanted you to have that in mind as well when you make a choice."

At a different time with Scolo Aelasuria listens to Scolo with a look of understanding. Obviously with the wedding so close it's not realistic to produce a magical item. "I understand Scolo. Please don't worry about it before the wedding. You are interested in having access to a Magical workshop correct? If you are Cirostis and I are going to the Tower of higher arts. They have magical workshops there Scolo. Perhaps you could take advantage of them if you desire?" She lets Scolo consider that and then decide if he wishes to come with them or not.

OOC: This is responding to Ben's letting me know what Items are what as I identify them for Cirostis.

Happily Aelasuria accompanies Cirostis to examine the Were-Rat stores. She after all had been eager to identify some of their stock for potential purchase. Plus she had offered to help him identify some of it.

"Cirostis this Elven Rapier is unusually. It's got a strong magical enhancement to make it likelier to hit a monster. It also appears to imbue it's wielder with the skill of blindfighting. The breastplate is meant for the werefolk of Lucimburic. It will go with them when they shapechange. It's enhancement gives greater protection from harm. Very useful to anyone that can shapechange."

When she gets to the crystal cube she perks up with interest. "This enables one to travel to other places. How much do you want for this Crystal cube?" She looks the were-rat in the eye with a calm expression. It had value of that there was no doubt she was afraid though it would likely cost far more then she had.

A bit later she continues regarding the quilted armor. "This one is good for a street performer. Or anyone that regularly tumbles or  is likely to suffer blunt impact damage. For example falling or in wrestling if you were to be slammed into something. The sling bullets have a weak but useful enchantment. They are more likely to hit and hurt whatever you cast them at."

She laughs and smiles at Cirostis with a merry tinkle in her green eyes. "You have a discerning eye Master dwarf. It seems we are both interested in the same item."

She had little interest in a ring of improved climbing. That might be handy for a ranger or those who's profession required climbing walls instead of using flight. For a moment she is rather excited to come across a wand. However her interest quickly fades when they say spells. Very few wands could cast more then one type of spell and the only one that came to mind was not one she would care to own. "Please tell me it isn't a wand of wonder."

If there is time she will carefully try to identify it to confirm if that is the case. Looking over the wand for a bit as she tries to decipher it's secrets.

The wizard inspects the pyramid for a moment.

        Overhearing Aelesurias mention of a wedding the Dwaraven Patre's brow raised in
piqued interest . . .

        Using his Agnon for support, the Dwarven Patre approaches the lass in order to
have a word with her . . .  The Patre begins to stroke his ragged and burned beard as
he speaks . . .

        "Tis it true that there be matrimony in the makings?  If so, we hath the finest O' silk
to make a fine wedding dress!  Howevers we could work a trade out if thee knows someone whom
can make masterwork clothing, and can cast permanant ensorcelments upon them!  I'm willing
to trade a bolt O' silk if . . .  lets say whomever traded for it could make Dwarven sized
silk shirts with protective ensorclements of an agreed upon sorts.  We wouldst just hath to
agree upon the number of Dwarven shirts to be made and their ensorcelements.  We hath all
winter to accomplish seech a deed.  May thee this offer be O' interest to ya?

         We mayst be also be able to trade additional bolt if'n a young mated pair O' breeder
War Ponies couldst be had . . . "

"The cloak is beautiful, but it is far beyond my price range," Rita responds to Cirostis. "Making a tabbard would be a good idea--if I had the skill to do it, which, unfortunately, I don't."

She doesn't take much notice of Arctos' speech. There is a lot of noise and talk everywhere with so many people shopping for gifts, so loud conversations don't seem unusual.

When Cirostis and Aelasuria go over to the rat shops, she goes along with them. It will be harder for any of the wererats to cheat her when there are friends nearby who  are likely less naive than she is and would pick up on that immediately.

The ring of improved climbing could be useful for Riordeg. So could the spear blunting armor.

"May I ask, how much are you asking for that ring? What are you charging for the spear blunting armor?"

The elven rapier looks like a very useful thing to have, but it might not be Riordeg's style of weapon.

She turns to Aelasuria. "Is an elven rapier usable only by elves, or can other races also use it?"

If it usable by non-elves, she will inquire about its cost as well.

The See No Evil ointments that make wearers invisible to evil could definitely be useful.

"How many uses are there in each vial, and how long does the invisibility to evil last?" she asks. "And how much are you asking for them?"

Rita also wants to purchase a crossbow for herself, as it would be quite useful for her to have a missile weapon. Then she could use it with the magical bolts that have powers against demons. She will ask the price of the bolts and where she might find an ordinary crossbow to buy.
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Magic items have certain gold piece values... according to books Wererats never read.

The Wererats have their own thoughts about pricing things.  They are far more likely to think, "How much do I want this?  and How can I sell it?"

As a result, the "mysterious" magic items, the Bronze Pyramid and the Cubic Gate, they really don't value as much as they do the weapons and the armor and the wand.  And none of the items are anywhere "book" value, because the Wererats have no idea of the book value.


Aelasuria examines a rune-inscribed willow wand. The length is just shy of nine and three quarters inches long. It feels heavier than wood ought to be.


Cirostis has been negotiating with them for a while.  Here are the deals they will make:  (They will assume they get 2 saddlebags with a saddle)


There is an Elven Rapier:  Cirostis's cloak, or 2 saddles plus 8 Bolts of silk, or 1000 GP

The Breast plate armor with the Wolf figure:  Cirostis's cloak, or 2 saddles plus 8 Bolts of silk, or 1000 GP

The Crystal Cube:  1 saddle and four bolts of silk, or 8 bolts of silk, or 500 GP.


The Quilted Armor,  1 saddle and four bolts of silk, or 8 bolts of silk, or 500 GP.

The sling bullets:  5 for a gold piece.  The whole bag of 300 for a bolt of silk.

The Bronze Pyramid:   1 saddle and four bolts of silk, or 8 bolts of silk, or 500 GP.

The Wand:  The Two Dwarven Masterwork Axes

The Red Armor:  2000 GP

The Ring of Climbing:  1 saddle and four bolts of silk, or 8 bolts of silk, or 500

Aelasuria does not yet have time to study the red armor, or the bronze pyramid, or the two other items this crew shows them:  One, though, the wererats explain:  It is ring of improved climbing.  The wand they are not describing, only “It has spells”.

Seeing Arctos approach then smiles her green eyes have a sparkle in them when he talks about matrimony. It's clear she's excited about the wedding as she perks up at the thought of everyone gathering. Family and friends while the ceremony proceeds. "Yes Patre Theo and I will be married on the night of the solstice during the height of the celebration. Oh I think I can help you with that. Mergyon the Dukes seneschal must know all the master tailors of the kingdom. He is one who would settle for nothing less then the finest and I can assure you that is what you will get! I would be my pleasure to introduce you to him. For protective Ensorcelled clothing I think Scolo might be the wizard you seek. He did tell me he can make magical belts so why not shirts. However he is already under heavy obligations. I am afraid he would likely have to wait until after the Solstice to help you. If he agrees though he can use the Were-Owl workshops. His work is frankly amazing so I think you would be well pleased. If he doesn't I suggest the Were-Owl's their magic is very strong and I think they would do well by you. I am afraid I don't know where you can get War ponies. However I will enquire with Lady Babette about it. She knows many of the best shops in all of Lucimburic. And due to the Were folk's variety of natures I believe it's possible they might have ponies as well as war horses."

OOC: If you join us in the Tower of higher learning Arctos we can try to get what you need taken care of simultaneously. At least started.

She gives Rita a look of sympathy as she had considered the cloak as well. She whispers to Rita softly to keep it relatively private. "Rita if you really want the scale armor I can talk to Theo about it. Riordeg has been good to us and he's fighting for Theo. Maybe we can help you get it. Don't let the were-rats think you have deep pockets though there is no telling what they will do. You might be able to bargain them down a bit. Their first asking price is probably a bit high if they expect you to negotiate."

She smiles at Rita laughing a soft rich and lovely sound for a moment. Then she replies in a happy friendly tone. "Of course not. It's of elvish make however anyone can wield it that has the skill. However there are certain enchantments that can restrict a weapon to a certain person, their bloodline or a race. It's pretty rare though from what I have seen."

Her eyebrows shoot up at how much they want for the Elven rapier. She couldn't help but appreciate that they valued her peoples craftsmanship so much. They actually asked for Cirostis's cloak in exchange!

Seeing that the crystal Cube is actually possible to obtain she glances at Cirostis. If he bought it he would need help figuring it out. Well probably unless it was simple to use by anyone. He likely notes after she studies the wand her interest is renewed. "Well that is interesting."

She leans over whispering to Cirostis to keep it private to him. "The wand can summon a celestial Hippogriff. However I don't know if it has one charge or twenty. Wands usually are the purview of wizards such as myself. I am not sure if it's worth two of your  masterwork axes as I don't know their value." It's obvious that she's starting to have fun shopping. Perhaps a bit dimmed by the fact she can't buy most of it. Still it is enjoyable to get out and do a bit of shopping none the less!

In a normal voice to Rita, Cirostis, and Arctos. "If you need something identified I will be happy to help. It just takes time."

To the were rats she asks out of curiosity. "How much in gold for the wand?"

OOC: I know your busy Ben. Just wanted to remind you. Rita is interested in the scale armor that will blunt/break weapons that hit it.

Dunduin also tasks Cirostis to identifying a magic breastplate and shield he picked up in one of their battles. He suggests if he runs into difficulty to asks the elves for a favor. He also reminds him of his interest in the magic mud, hammer, & axe.


OOC:
I'm assuming Dunduin didn't make his spellcraft check and doesn't know.

Basilica treasure:
   Dunduin finds a shield and a suit of breastplate armor, both of which are
   magical.

         The Dwarven Patre briefly turns his attention back to Scippio a quickly shouts . . .

         "Skippio pack up the bolts O' silk, satin, gossimer n' tutther rare materials . . .
We may hath someone whom we can trade in ernest with that can make us quilted silk shirts
to protects us in battle . . . Secure the bolts we mayst need them all!"

         Skippio itches his burned and tattered beard a moment, then speaks once more to
Aelasuria . . .
         
         "Milady we shalt ghather up art wares and I shalt go to the 'Tower O' Higher
Learning' at the now!  Excuse me now as I must help Skippio and Burrus with the bolts
of cloth."

pm

The Wererats are a little peeved at Arctos's apparent sudden undercutting of Cirostis's negotiating authority.  They really don't like dealing with one appointed buyer, only to find that the buyer didn't have the position they thought he did.

But they're never going to turn down money.  They'll take 450 Gold for the wand.

* * * * * *


Over the long stretch of time, Dunduin has had time to get the armor and shield he acquired identified.

The Breastplate Armor is unique and quite peculiar.  Anakri, who identified it for Dunduin when they returned to Lucimburic, called it, "The Armor of the Compassionate Barbarian."

What the heck does that mean?

It means that in addition to providing it's +2 bonus, the armor, once daily, allows the wearer to become enraged.  During this time, the armor provides a temporary +2 bonus to Strength and Constitution, and to Will Saves, but curiously, causes ALL of the wearer's attacks to become "non-lethal", no matter what weapon he uses.  What's more, the effect wears off and the armor actually creates a penalty if the wearer or an ally attacks an opponent who has already been defeated, subdued, incapacitated, or whatever by non-lethal attacks.  Apparently the armor doesn't like that.

The Shield is an old Germanic piece called Wyrmturner.  It grants +1 protection, but this rises to +3 against any attack from Dragons or Dragonlike creatures.
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Scolo leans in to Cirrostis and explains the value of the potion he has.

Then after looking for a time at the Bronze Pyramid a voice can be loudly heard.
Put it down you don't want it

Yes yes waffle east now be quiet.

I'm going for a walk!

Edgar emerges looking a little more birdlike than normal and flies off away from all this nonsense to find a better place to spend the day ...

Scolo chuckles as he goes - ill meet him at the tower later.
Now, this is something you should take Dwarf. He says matter of factly.

When Cirostis begs the obvious question the tall wizard says ... Well It's a pyramid and ITS BRONZE!
The last bit comes out with a wild eyed very toothy grin and a flexed skinny arm. One doesn't know whether the fellow is right minded.
Nothing more Dwarfish than that

Seeing something shiny, Scolo will go to the next shop the one with the axe and hammer. He divines perhaps the Dwarves will follow.

Cirostis tells Aelessuria - that's ok, I'm not sure we can use either the wand or cube very well - but ill gladly follow you if you want to try it out...
He leans in to the shopowner
I'm sorry about that - there is plenty of instability - brain injuries you know - from the war. We need to act when we can or everything changes. And it's so hard to keep them appeased.

He could be talking about both Scolo and Arctos.

So how bout this - ill give you one saddle, two saddlebags and one waraxe for the pyramid thing - I just hope I don't regret it later but don't worry - you've been fine. If its useless ill blame the crazy guy in slippers and talk up your service.

While Arctos drags off the silk goods Dunduin reminds Cirostis that they still have some other captured goods they can sell and/or trade.

There is more to the Winter Merchants’ Faire than the peculiar offerings of gangs of Wererat ruin scavengers.  When the Centaurs hit the market, they are drawn to other areas.

Most of the vendors are food vendors, and they run a broad range.  There are even some Halfings, and they’ve just arrived, having made (roughly) the same journey as many of the other characters, coming up the Meuse River through the Ardennes.  In fact, those who were at the Citadel at the Battle of Namaco would actually recognize a few!

There is an Elven food stand with light, puffy cookies made with almond flour, delicately sweetened and flavored.  Wild Honey collected from the forest- in fact, a variety of “gourmet” honeys, some with other ingredients.

There are artisans with small decorative trinkets- buttons, buckles, bells, and baubles… but nothing made of silver, because that metal is taboo here.

There is a whole line of shoe and boot makers.  Some of the boots are quite elaborate, and some even have special detachable seams, for the Lycanthrope who forgets to remove them before transforming.  The Centaurs have little interest in shoes and boots, though.

“Toy Animal Playsets” are very popular among the Lycanthropes.  With their caste based system, it is important for them to learn who is who and what is what, so there are sets of carved or molded animal figurines being displayed by various Lucimbrucian artisans.   These run a huge range in materials, quality and price.  Starting with simple, unpainted wooden figure sets worth a few gold pieces each, sets can run into the hundreds, with elaborate figures made of fine ceramic, highly decorated.

Apple Blossom drags Eadoin to see the farm implements being sold by blacksmiths.

It’s taken as a given that wizards and clerics enchant weapons, armor, and all kinds of other items.  But for some reason, simple agricultural tools are often overlooked.  But here they are- plows, some of which are enchanted.  Nothing incredible, because the farmers cannot afford incredible, but there are enchanted plows that are lighter, easier to use, or that promise larger and more bountiful crops.

A basic iron plow starts at 35 gold pieces here.  It is a heavy investment, but for a farmer should last a lifetime.  Or more.  Plenty of farmers use their father’s plow.  The magic plows cost a lot more, of course.

As the Centaurs disperse across the market, they’ll encounter familiar faces- for one, Rita, Riordeg and Aelasuria are fans of the merchants’ faire as well.

Meanwhile... The Wererats agree to Cirostis's offer.  They are puzzled by the pyramid themselves, but hey, if the Dwarf likes it, it's his.

Thank you sir,
Cirostis says to the seller, he waits politely for Aelessuria to finish her dealings and Rita and then moves off following the Wizard. He hopes there really is value to this pyramid. He'll kick himself or better yet the Wizard if not.

To Dunduin he speaks privately.

Yes sir, we still have the paper the jewelry and your stuff as well as two waraxes one dwarf and one Orc. I have my cloak of course - that wizard identified the potion and i think we will want to keep it. If drunk before contact it protects against any poison or disease even the drainig power of undead. I think you should carry it - to prevent any uh difficulties between officers if you catch my meaning. I imagine we have some pay as well - how much is there?

She was slightly surprised when Arctos suddenly packs up all of the items interrupting negotiations with the were rats. She thought he might talk to Cirostis about it first they must have some prior arrangements. At least she hopes so!

She looks over at Scolo giving Edgar a sympathetic look as he flies away. Needless to say now she's curious about the bronze pyramid. After all Scolo seems to think it's important that Cirostis or Arctos buy it. After hearing his explanation though she's afraid if she wants to know she will have to identify it herself. Which would have to wait there were so many things at the shops!

"Thank you. I think I will attempt to acquire the cube. If nothing else it will enable me to visit friends in Lucimburic a bit easier. I very much like the idea of being able to visit Lady Babette and Duke Bastow as well as other friends I might make here. It's ideal actually if it can get me home as well. Not accounting for other possibilities it has such as adventure. The wand I truly hope has more then one charge I am uncertain if I have the ability to recharge it. I might try to acquire it depending on what happens. Since your already in negotiation for certain items could you please confirm what you have bought before I attempt to buy them for myself?" She's well aware the dwarves have far more buying power then she at the moment. No point in bidding against them and possibly driving prices up.

"Yes I wouldn't mind giving the cube a try. Since it can return us to Lucimburic it should be safe enough."

OOC: Just to be sure. Did you buy both the cube and the wand?

Needless to say when Aelasuria spots the centuars she takes a moment to greet Both Eadoin and Apple blossom. Brieftly she hugs apple blossom then Eadoin as best she can. "It's good to see you too. I am shopping with scolo and others at the were rat stores. Have fun you two I look forward to chatting when we have more time."

After things are settled at the stall where she might buy something. Probably not if the dwarves have already bought the items of interest. She moves on with Scolo to the second stall. "Shall we work together. I will idtentify the ax and you the Hammer? Or I can do both depending on what you have in mind."

She of course attemtps to identify a few interesting magical items. Needless to say in due time she goes with Cirostis and Arctos most likely to the tower of higher learning.

OOC: With Theo.

With Theo at Udna's she brings up the Dwarves needs. "Theo Cirostis, Dundain, and Arctos are deeply concerned about their people. The Huns have plagued them with a curse that appears to be trasnforming some of their people into something evil. We should bring this to Duke Barstows People as I believe they want our help." She then lets Theo consider yet one more problem the huns present.
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OOC:I only bought the pyramid. Nothing else at that place. When we find some good stuff for Dunduin we'll probably change the rest for money. The cube and wand are yours. Scolo has no money so he is just wandering and helping.

Next stop: Scrounger Crew Two:  The Feisty Filchers

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Riordeg is interested in the elven food stand, and also the various wares that the artisans are displaying. Something in silver would be better for his purse, but knowing how lycanthropes feel about silver ...

he asks the elven bakers, "How long do the cookies remain fresh and sweet? Would they have to be eaten quickly, or do they last a few days?"

While looking over the wares of the artisans he asks if they have any necklaces, something a bit more substantial than a belt buckle or matching buttons. "Something that a lady would wear."

Aelasuria opens up her cloak reaching into it. For those paying attention she's got some sort of bag well secured and hidden inside it. "Masterwork Guisarm please." Her hand comes out and with it the pole arm so named. It takes a while and a bit of effort as the haft or pole of the weapon keeps on going, and going! Till finally she sets it down with a thunk from the end of the haft as it strikes the cobble stones below. "Masterwork Scalemale please." Again her hand comes out with a slight look of strain. "It's a bit heavy."

Then looking at the Were-rats with a smile she shows them her trade items. "These are masterwork weapons and armor. Exquisite items as I am sure you can tell. I would like to trade them for the Cube and the wand please." It's her open bargain in the negotiation. Since the were rats seem to favor weapons and armor she wonders if they will accept it or make a counter offer.

This of course is done before she joins Scolo and Cirostis at the other were rat shop.

OOC: The one with the Ax. The hammer is at the third scrounger crew.

Eadoin is quite surprised when Apple Blossom pulls him in the direction of the agricultural implements.  Such things aren't for gardens, more for proper farms.  For such things they'd need harness and oxen, pasturage, barns, and other things.  She's said nothing of such intentions before, so he begins to wonder exactly what it is that's taken root in her head.  Was it their playful discussions about attracting farm nymphs, from clear back in the spring?

The young Centaur is not a believer in coincidence, rather seeing the hand of his goddess and others guiding the lives of mortals.  He's perhaps as pious as Apple Blossom is practical.  When she shows him a cast iron plow, his nostrils flare a little.  When she asks the blacksmiths about enchanted plows, he begins to worry.  He recalls the state of their financial affairs, essentially living by the charity of King Theoderic and Lady Chara.  He has some of the coins remaining from his trip to the Nethershires, but those were never very much, and they aren't really his.  Unfortunately, Eadoin can't even afford the most humble of plows the men have to offer.

Apple Blossom knows that as much as he does and she's never been one to waste other people's time over what's beyond her means.  That she'd consider going into debt was something as inconceivable as the end of the world.  Something's up or she wouldn't have dragged him over here in the first place.  At a pause in the showing and negotiating, he asks his intended rather discreetly, "Are we shopping for plows?"

All the while, he finds himself rather oddly interested, attracted, even.  What's not to love about a girl who digs tractors?

He's grateful for the momentary distraction Aelasuria's arrival offers.  He returns her embrace companionably.  One doesn't often get hugged by a peer nor a betrothed to royalty.  "It's fine to see you, ma'am, and good to know you're well.  We're just taking in the air and...shopping for a plow, I guess."

Cirostis shakes the pyramid by his ear as they approach the next stall. He sees the tall wizard there and the Golem.

I hope this thing was worthwhile.
So
What's that?
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Scolo is laughing and playing patty cake with the little bucket of goo golem.
When the Dwarf arrives his eyebrow arches.

Hmmm ... Yes .. Well keep it hidden for now will you - we can do some more testing in the tower but ...
He whispers the last bit, explaining more about the device privately.

“We do not have to buy a plow,” Apple Blossom says.  “Not yet.  Not for what we do.  But I wanted to see.  What do the Humans call it.. window shopping. “

Apple Blossom is simply the type that prefers window shopping for agricultural implements instead of clothes.

"But next year we will grow very good crop," she promises.  "And we will sell it in.. well whatever market we can get it to.   The Elves are close by, and we could use a river barge.  Then we'll have some more choices, you'll see."

* * * * * * *

Riordeg is able to find some cookies that will keep for a week.  More than that… well, there are biscuits that turn very hard.  Dwarves like them, Elves don’t.

He wanders along, looking for jewelry.

Lucimburic isn’t known for skilled jewelers, but there are a few here from the Elven Kingdom of the Ardennes, and there are a Human traders from distant places.

One has a table with amber jewelry.  Mostly pendants, carved into a variety of shapes, on leather cords. The shapes are simple geometric forms, smooth and rounded.  Circles with stars in the middle are common.   One trader explains quietly that he also has silver cords, but the locals… the Lycanthropes… they have “issues” with silver and don’t like to see it displayed.  The amber pendants are being sold in the 10-100 gold piece range, depending on size and complexity.  There are also bracelets and necklaces of amber beads.

The Elves have some elaborate beadwork, and some jewelry that looks like gold and glass worked into the shapes of nature- little gold leaves, glass birds, etc.  The most elaborate have little gems worked into the designs- these are worth hundreds, even thousands of gold pieces.


* * * * *

The Wererats do not have what Callidus needs.. not really.  They have a collection of “Stuff” they’ve acquired from their scavenging explorations to old ruins.  (And, according to rumor, some not so old ruins.)  But Callidus already has fine “shifting” armor… he can use a shifting weapon, clothing, or other gear.

Very fortunately, this is such a common requirement in Lucimburic that a lot of it is produced, at fairly low cost.  A number of artisans know how to produce it.  (On the other hand, outside of the Duchy of Lucimburic, “shifting” equipment is wanted only by a few; a handful of Druids and others, and is rare and much more costly.)

Callidus has the loot he acquired at the Battle of Beda,  and some pay from the Elves, who hired him as a scout.  Wandering up and down the shops and stalls of the market, Callidus eventually happens upon a stall being run by a pair of female Weredeer, and one Werehedgehog, with all manner of equipment for Lycanthropes.

Callidus can trade in his stuff here, and purchase one nice set of Shifting Gear.  It includes boot, basic clothes, a belt with pouches and a pack, all of which shift with the wearer- along with all the contents of the pouches and pack.  As long as Callidus hasn’t done anything really nuts like put a living creature in the pack.

He’ll even have 30 gold pieces left over.

Scolo looks at the anklet, and the axe while waiting for the others then he engages with the Golem - the little fellow is so fascinating what a wonderful idea. He laughs out loud a nasal braying kind of laugh as if a donkey were particularly and enthusiastically vocal. Eventually he gives the front man 3 Gold in exchange for some durable parchment.

Woo hooo hooo. That's nice dear. Hmmm have you anything else in the back perhaps? For the right sort of client?

Do the wererats answer Rita's questions about the prices of the spear-resistant armor and the ointments of invisibility to evil? She is interested in buying these.

If the armor is beyond her price range, she will look elsewhere for a gift for Riordeg. Do the elves have any jewelry appropriate for men to wear, such as the gold and glass items worked into shapes of nature?

She is excited to see Eadoin and Apple Blossom again.

"Happy Solstice, Apple Blossom and Eadoin," she greets them. "How are things in Raviniacum?" she asks Apple Blossom. "From what I heard, your vegetables were wonderful, and the whole town loved them. I missed so much being away so long. And I can hardly believe Eadoin found more centaurs. You will have a whole community now!"

Rita will also buy cookies and some toys for the children, including those who have been adopted into families. If she can find some appropriate books for their age and reading levels, she will buy some of these as well.
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"Hot damn, you've got a deal!" Callidus says with enthusiasm as he examines the artistry on the shifting equipment. He checks for any special adornments on the armor, before putting it on and switching the buttons on his armor with the ones he found.

"Pretty snappy." he says, admiring the new equipment.

Callidus makes a few more rounds of the market.  It is ever changing- merchants are still arriving from other towns each day, while some are closing up.  There are people he recognizes here and there from the preceding months, looking around, sampling, seeing, much like he is.  Mostly, he recalls the Elven scouts, but he also remembers the Dwarves, and others he fought alongside.

Alara sees much the same thing- though she knows a very different range of people- she would certainly remember Rita and Riordeg, who are out and about also.  She might even run into her friend in the Duke’s Mounted Troop here, Sayberic Corsian, who is currently keeping watch over the market, on horse.

For Rita, buying commonplace things like cookies and toys, she's come to the right place.  The main problem is making up her mind.  From the thin, lightly spiced Elven cookies to the Halfling Sweet Cheese Rolls, there are far too many to describe.

Apple Blossom, the Centaur girl, is quite excited to see all this.  She tells Rita about the things she's seen and hopes to buy one day.  Best of all- no Orcs.  No Hun overlords, no fear, just a lot of chaos and merriment.  She's decided to "let loose" and go to the Clear Fountain Plaza later for the music, and maybe even... dance.

Meanwhile...

Scolo, quite obviously a wizard (the only way he could make it more obvious would be to have WIZARD embroidered in glittery letters on his hat and cloak) impresses the Wererat crew enough to get to see their “special” items.

They have two enchanted hammers.  Well.. one enchanted hammer, really.  The other isn’t all there.

The first of the two weapons is a moderately enchanted Orcish two handed hammer.  It has the “Improved Critical” enchantment.  The Wererats are looking for 1500 gp or more in goods for it.

Korban’s Hammer was a mighty Dwarven warhammer once.  But sadly, many years ago, it struck the flank of a powerful red dragon and was destroyed.  Mostly.  Sort of.  The hammer was one of those magic weapons so advanced it had some life force of its own, and when the hammer was destroyed, it became a ghost.  It possessed the hammer’s handle.   Now, Korban’s Ghost Hammer is a handle with a pair of bent steel pins sticking up from it, but in darkness, the ghostly outline of the hammer can be seen.  Against material foes, it is only a cudgel with a minor enchantment, but against anything incorporeal- and this includes intangible spells- the hammer is a fearasome weapons.  It can actually be used to batter away at and destroy area spells, but because of its ghostly nature, only those that are incorporeal in nature, or “force” spells.

For this bizarre and unique treasure, the Wererats are asking 2000 gp.


Scolo also finds another vendor of use to wizards.  There is a trader in alchemical goods.  Specialized spell components.  Most spells can be cast without these specialized components, (Rare things like Basilisk eye and dew collected from the underside of the silvery leaves of exotic trees) but Scolo knows that the use of these agents enhances the spell.  The effect is to allow a +2 bonus to the caster level when the specialized component is used.  The materials are consumed in the casting of the spell, and typically cost 7 gp for a first level spell, 12 for a second, 25 for a third, and 50 for a fourth level spell.

Seeing that the wizard is helping out the Dwarves he invites Cirrostis to see the two hammers ... Ooooooh he says as the rat fellow explains. He is interested in the story and the Lore behind it. Korban you say ... When was it made? Who were the makers that helped to craft it? Do you know the Dragon it was smashed on? Did it survive? Hmmmmm beats battle bread for a story.

Being that he is helping the Dwarf fellows out and well Hammers are their kind of thing he definitely shares what he has found with Cirrostis.

He will also tell the fellow whatever he learned from studying the Golem, anklet, and Axe.

Hello, hello good fellow.

Cirrostis greets the salesman, I suppose I'ld be your perfect buyer for that ther Korbans hammer, it being a dwarfish heirloom and all but
, now don't take this wrong, it is worth every penny, it's just, well, I can't remember the last time I wanted to beat away a force area spell, that seems a little bit specialized don't you think?  I might want to get the other hammer, and that there Golem creature - say , perhaps we can make a trade? I've got this beautiful shield , it is ensorceled to protect the wearer and includes special protection against dragons! I bet Korban would have liked that when he fought the old red! I'm sure it would be a might easier to move too, being that while spell killing Dwarves are rare there is always some young punk who wants to outfit himself as a dragonslayer am I right?

Let me get my friend here DUNDUIN! COME BY I'VE GOT AN IDEA FOR YOU!

He calls the Centurion, but clearly acts like he's the one in charge for purpose of the sale.

Say - Which armor do you plan to keep? This wild peaceful barbarian or the Titanium?

I know you only need one - and I was thinking of trading the other armor and that awesome shield for these two hammers and the golem. I know that ghost hammer might not be useful very often but the story is good, and if we don't pick it up, it would likely rot here. And that's no fate for a Dwarven artifact eh?

I've only just met this wizard myself - he's helping us look and we'll give him a litt something when were done,  but I'm sure for a small fee he will verify all the details of our items so you know it's a square deal.
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OOC: In addition to actually having the goods, Cirostis has Dunduin's complete trust on the matter of selling and trading. And it so happens that Steve the player agrees with Cirostis' assessment. Do as you will.

Just to be clear Dunduin will keep the titanium armor due to the fact that it's been with him for a long time, served him well, and he's personally worked on it along with master smith Hoglin.

I thought you might check the axes too but I'll completely understand if you don't. Thank you Cirsotis your effort on all of this. Thanks Ben for yours.

As Cirrostis picks up and swings the hammers himself just a little his brow knits together for a moment.

Hold on - I'm sorry I don't know what I was thinking. This two handed hammer might be too big. Hmmm ... Tell us more about this axe.

He says that last bit to both the Merchant and the Wizard. Clearly he is no longer interested in the large Orcish hammer but is willing to trade for the ghost hammer and Golem and maybe the axe. Of course, I would be interested on Scolos appraisal of the anklet, even though dancing is not my thing.

He turns to Dunduin

I still have these two Orcish Waraxes that can be modified to Dwarf style waraxes - maybe if I get some money we can buy you some forge time and pay one of those wizards to help customize ... Although I know you would prefer a hammer.

Perhaps, hearing them discuss, the Wererat will think of a great deal that keeps the dwarves business.

Hylensia Argentos goes back and forth among the stalls and shops of the market like a tramp freighter visiting its ports of call.  She seems to know what she’s looking for, and it’s an eclectic collection.  Ribbons and decorations and baubles that will become performers’ costumes.

The Argentos’s have a saying:  entertainment is art, presenting entertainment is an art as well.  That is their magic, and from the vast and colorful variety in the merchants’ faire they acquire a basketful of “presentation”.

There is more Hylensia is looking for.  She has discovered that the artisans of Lucimburic specialize in one specific class of magic item that is commonplace to them, although rare everywhere else.  They produce clothing, shoes, and other gear enchanted with the rare (everywhere else) power of Shifting.


And there are other things that catch her eye.  There are many stalls selling food, from full meals to little snacks.  Hylensia steers over to a vendor selling honey sweetened almond paste patties.

“Some assets are things too often overlooked,” she tells Julia.  “When there are children about, a pocket full of sweets can win you instant adoration. “

Hylensia studies the offerings and considers the implications.  “Honey sweetened almond paste.  This region is rich in honey, but almonds do not grow here.  Ardennes winters are too cold. “  She asks the vendor:  “Sir, where have you brought these from?”

He answers with a craftsman’s pride:  “We make them in our shop in Laodunum, madam.”

Laodunum isn’t far.  Just on the east side of King Theoderic’s domain.  It isn’t far enough, though.

“Where do you get your almonds?” Hylensia asks.

“Traders come up from Burgundy,” the man says.  “I do not know where they get the almonds.”

Hylensia nods.  “From the south, where it is warmer, I assume.  The Huns do not mind this?”

“Almonds?  Madam, Huns do not eat them.  And they especially do not eat anything sweet.  Ever.”

“No, I meant the trade from Burgundy,” she says.

“As far as I know, no, madam, not so long as their fees are met,” the vendor replies.

“Fees, of course.  But still… this means that road to Burgundy… and Burgundy is not far from the Dwarves… has not been cut off by the Huns.  They still allow passage, for a price.  This is well worth remembering.”


* * * * * * *

Meanwhile, Rita returns to the Wererats, and expresses some interest in the armor they call “spearblunter” and the “invisible to Evil” potion.

The armor doesn’t seem superior to Rita’s, other than the “spear blunting” effect which the Wererats can’t really explain.  Other than that, Rita is certain she the better armor already.  However, the Wererats will part with this armor for 1800 GP.

Walking back to the other wererat “crew”, Rita learns that the three “crews” are hostile and suspicious of each other, and they extend these feelings to the customers.  They ask Rita questions like “What’d they tell you?”  “You’re just spying on us for them, aren’t you?” and “Why are you talking to them?”

Rita is forced to put them at ease before they will deal with her.
Handled by the GM automatically- Rita passes her Diplomacy check!
15:33, Thu 28 Mar 2013: Ben, on behalf of Rita, rolled 24 using 1d20+8 ((16)).

They will sell her See No Evil.  The potion costs 60 GP per dose, and they have enough for 10 doses.

Shopping was a delight; it was a pressure-less environment of lust and acquisition, appealing to baser sensations that Julia could not deny.  Of course, she was slightly more at home in a place such as the Tower of Higher Arts, questing after knowledge and purchasing new tomes, but in the end, there was no denying that there things at a market faire to be found, and the hunt for what intrigued her and captured her fancy was equally entertaining as the actual victory of such a discovery itself.

"The pass remains open..." She mused.  "I wonder why? Why start conflict and yet leave that passage as a traverse?" She said to Hylensia.

Various events in the market...

As Julia and Hylensia walk along, Hylensia muses on the road they were talking about.

"We traveled that route… years ago, with the show," Hylensia says.  "You weren’t old enough to come with us yet.  Since then we’ve been on parts.  The Burgundy part… that part you were there for.  I imagine it’s one of two things keeping the route open.  Either the Huns have put so much of their force into attacking the Ardennes that they don’t want to put much effort elsewhere, or a Hun warlord has figured out he stands to gain more by taxing the merchants on the road instead of robbing and killing.  Maybe it’s both.  Either way, it’s a way to get to the Dwarves.  A good way, I think."


* * * * *

Aelasuria attempts to purchase the cube and the wand from the Wererats.  While her weapons and armor are impressive they are not magic.  The rats want both for either the cube or the wand.

For the other, they want another 500 gold pieces.
* * * * *
Cirostis has already figured out that the Wererats don’t put the same values on magic items that Dwarves would.  They rate items on a simple scale of “How Hard Was it To Get?  How Easy Is It To Sell? and How Awesome is it?”

This puts the ax on the high end of things, as it actually has a visible and useful magic power.  There is a coating of white frost on the blade, which is very cold to the touch.  Scrape it away, and it reappears.

They want Cirostis’s cloak plus 800 gold pieces, or 2000 gold pieces.  They will offer a 100 gold piece discount for a solemn promise to do no more business with those no good, scurrying cheesethieves in the other Wererat crews.

PM

Yes I'm glad you like my cloak ... Listen I can't make that promise to you, you see I need to visit that other crew to see the throwing hammer they have also I have a lot of things to sell - now maybe if we get all our business done here then they won't get any more from me than 500 gp for the hammer? But if it doesn't work out ill be left with working with them, I don't really have a choice you see?

I will trade you The Armor of the Compassionate Barbarian which is truly a most special Breastplate and the Wyrmturner for
The Golem, Korbans Hammer, and this cold axe.

If the merchant does not go for that, Cirostis will be willing to trade the shield for just the Golem. Or the armor for the golem and hammer

Now - here is what I need to sell:
My cloak - and your price is fair Ill take 1200gp for that.
In addition I would sell all this in one bunch:
A gold ring that might have been some badge of office or token of rank,
A gold boar medallion, and
five lengths of braided silver wire cord.
a tube filled with very fine, blank, white vellum
A fine Orcish Waraxe

And Finally I might consider selling this beautiful potion in the swan jar - it will protect against any disease or poison, even the effects of undead. I'm not sure if I really want to sell that, but in the interests of being honest I am letting you see all of what I can do.

All this merchandise would make you truly stand out compared to your competition, particularly when I buy off their throwing hammer. And as you know some of these things are easy to liquidate, like the gold or the vellum. I understand silver might be tricky here - I could sell it to the elves or keep it if you don't want it.

What do you think? Can we make a deal?
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Aelasuria was very happy to part with items she couldn't use for something she could. Particularly if it made it easy to visit family and friends that lived far apart. So she trades the Armor and weapon for the Magical cube. Which is examined one last time then promptly deposited in her bag for safety.

With the wand she sighs looking at it longingly for a moment. While she adored the idea of being able to summon a Celestial hippogriff. More for the chance to ride on its back then to command it to fight for her. It wasn't a sensible purchase not if it cost her nearly every gold piece she had to her name. For all she knew it had but one charge once expended the wand would be worthless until and if she learned how to recharge it. Reluctantly she replaces it deciding odds were good she could find something better eventually.

When she catches up to Cirostis she simply stares for a moment slightly shocked at the variety and volume of items he has to sell. "Someone has been very busy acquiring treasure Cirostis. I am somewhat impressed good dwarf."

She whispers to the dwarf softly. "Did you want me to identify the Ax for you? Unless Scolo or someone else already has?"

Oh madame,
Says the Dwarf with a low bow - thank you very kindly but I believe your wizard friend has looked into it

OOC: waiting for detail from GM but I am sure he already rolled spellcraft on those.

Cirostis does his best to lean close to the lady ...

If you would be so kind madame, We would like to know about the throwing hammer at the last place - how much do they want for it, what good is it? If it is a mighty dwarven thrower I'll kick myself for making the deal I just offered ... Oh also - Do they have any other hammers or crossbow bolts..
Thank you so much - as briliant as you are kind!

"I will be happy to Cirostis. Hopefully this won't take to terribly long." Making her way over to the Were-Rat stall with the Hammer she takes the time to figure out it's exact nature if she can. Once she's confident she has a idea she will eventually make her way back to Cirostis to let him know what she has learned if anything.

Thankfully, she extricates herself from getting into the middle of a were-rat feud, largely by "playing dumb," emphasizing she is an outsider who does not know her way around the city or the fair and certainly not someone clever enough to spy on anyone.

"You grew an amazing crop this year," she says to Apple Blossom, smiling reassuringly. "I cannot even imagine what next year's will be like."

Rita had actually been considering purchasing the spear-blunting armor for Riordeg rather than for herself. But if it seems inferior to the armor he already has, there is no point.

She will buy five See No Evil ointments, hopefully to be used by fellow party members in future scouting missions.

For the children, she buys samples of several different pastries, making sure there is enough for all of them.

She heads over to the artisan shops and the boot makers, hoping to find an appropriate gift for Riordeg. She browses the elven shops, looking for jewelry or something ornamental Riordeg could wear.

OOC: Are any of the circle and star pendants appropriate for a man to wear?

A beautiful decorative figurine might also make a good gift, but she prefers something that will have specific meaning and significance to Riordeg. The boots and shoes are also interesting, and she looks around to determine if there are any not specifically meant for lycanthropes.

Various goings-on in the Market...

Julia and Hylensia talk about the Dwarves, and the route...

"With the road open there's a good way to get from here to there, by foot, at least.  It passes through some wild country, but nothing worse than places we've gone before.  You know.. the road south from Laodunum, and the road from our home in Basilea, meet in Burgundy.   We'll have to take the troupe out somewhere when the weather warms up.  Burgundy might be nice.  If you think it would be helpful to have some nearby support, that is."

* * * * * * *

Rita looks over Pendants.   The pendants are mostly of the “abstract shape” type, not particularly masculine or feminine.   They could be worn by anyone.


Rita checks out the bootmakers.  While many of the boots here are specifically made for Lycanthropes, the majority are for (more or less) Human feet.  Lycanthropes can wear them, of course, they'll just fall off if they shape change while wearing them.


Aelasuria tries to learn what she can about other magic weapons being sold.  She studies the frost ax.  It's a moderate enchantment (+2) but the ice on the blade gives it some additional powers, especially against creatures that are fire based.

She does not recognize the anklet.

She is no expert on Throwing hammers, but she can tell that in addition to a Minor enchantment, this one has the "return" power granted to it.

Cirostis learns that the Wererats have absolutely no interest in buying things for gold, even if they offered to take those things as trade goods.  They have limited gold, and they whole purpose of their scrounging missions was to acquire goods that others would give them gold for.  They will only provide items, not gold.  Nor do they have any interest in buying, even by trade, any of the goods sold by the other Wererats.  As far as they see it, one of two things is going on:  either it's not as valuable as Cirostis thought and he's trying go get rid of it, or he's making some money on some complex brokerage scheme they haven't figured out- but they should.

They will take the whole package of goods Cirostis mentioned, cloak and all, for the Ghost hammer, if Cirostis wishes.

Scolo's been pretty busy, but he gets a little free time to check out the Golem.

It's a strange thing.  It can only stay animate for a few hours each day- he's not sure how long.  It's fairly strong but does not have the mental ability to be an effective fighter.  It seems to be the sort of thing a wizard creates as an assistant- it can do stupid, repetitive tasks, or things like "hold this", for as long as it can stay animate.  More or less, it's a motor.

Cirostis can completely understand why they would not wish to buy things but the last bit seem very confusing he has not offered anything they got from another crew. He has only purchased one item and has shown it no one but the wizard.

And why would they are getting more obtuse as the negotiation goes on he is flabbergasted.

To be clear gentlemen He does his best to be diplomatic.

I offer the Shield Wyrmturner for the Golem.
I offer the armor of the Compassionate Barbarian for either the Ghost hammer or the Axe


If they make a reasonable counteroffer like (give us the gold ring with it and its a deal) he will do that but he is getting tired of their wanting his personal cloak worth 2300 gp for nothing. The armor he is offering them is a +2 breastplate with ability bonuses in a no penalty rage and other goodies and the shield is every young nobles dream who imagines sauntering off to fight dragons - these are worth far more than what he is asking for, and in this city they should be easier to move than a broken dwarven heirloom or a quirky golem that can be stopped with a bucket of water. He may argue that point just a little bit before walking away with no deal.

When he gets to the third scrounger crew he will hear what Aelessuria tells him about the hammer.

Hmmm...that sounds useful. What would you take for it?
and uh -  what's that net for?

ooc:  Actually I got confused a bit between the two breastplate armors.

They will trade the ghost armor for the compassionate barbarian armor, but the golem is worth a little more for them.  (It can do things, the shield can't!)

By the way, there is no possible reason why Cirostis would think that a magic item, especially a rare one, has a particular value.  That's crazy talk.

She was disappointed at not being able to figure out the anklet it was one of the few items that appealed to her strongly. However she was well aware her knowledge had limits and this one simply eluded her. "AH well I was lucky to be able to get the cube. I will always be curious about the anklet though. I can't seem to figure out what this one really will do for whoever wears it beyond what they describe it as."

She was happy to see Solo having a little fun figuring out what the golem did. It's a cute and possibly useful magical item. "Perhaps it can be used to move cargo, furniture, kegs of beer, even clean a floor perhaps with a broom. A valuable thing to a ships captain or anyone in business that requires moving things. It might even be able to help a wizard by holding things, stirring things, time consuming tasks that leaves a wizard to do other things that need doing."

With CIrostis she's cheerful at having figured out the ax as well as the hammer. "I really like the Ax. It's rare that you see a weapon with a strong elemental enchantment. This weapon is perfect against any creature elementally aligned with fire. Be it a fire elemental or a red dragon. The throwing hammer only has a minor enchantment to help it's major ability is that if you throw it the hammer will return to you. So you can continue to use it in battle."

"Cirostis, Scolo, Rita, I best get going. There is a lot to do to day and I don't want to miss the entertainment." Briefly she hugs Rita, Scolo and then Cirostis in a fond good bye. "Good luck with your shopping and have fun!"

OOC: Off to view the entertainment. No way will Aelasuria Miss all Scolo's hard work and Cirrus singing. Theo of course She will bring with her. Plus our Honor guard/ Kyriel.

Cirostis nods, understanding the merchant at last.

Actually, lets simplify this ill give you the armor for the Golem - I need to go now, Ill come back later to discuss the other things. 

Cirrostis walks away whether the guy makes the trade of armor for golem or not.

He goes directly back to the Elves he was working with before.

I'm sorry for the delay ladies and gentlemen, my friend ran off with his cloth, but I believe he will come back tomorrow and we may get a deal for you then. For now I have this beautiful White Vellum, as well as 5 lengths of extraordinary Elven silver chain and several pieces of gold jewelry.
Finally in this lovely swan container is a powerful potion I would be concerned giving to the wrong person. It has the ability to block any poison or disease indeed even the power of the undead can be prevented.

How about 1200 gp for everything? Or maybe 900 for everything except the potion?

Cirostis will negotiate for whatever price they are willing to give.

Then he will go to the third Wererat crew and check on the throwing hammer.

How much for the throwing hammer?


To Aelessuria he says:
"Thank you my dear - your help is deeply appreciated, perhaps we will meet again later at the Owlry?"
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Eadoin knows Apple Blossom well enough to know when he should just nod and keep whittling.  She says things like this, but it wouldn't surprise him at all if she somehow talked her way into a plow.  And a team.  And harness.  He'll have to talk with her about pickling some things.  Vinegar, salt, brine, or honey.  Selling vegetables is all well and good, but it's finished products, things people can't get locally that bring the best prices.  Wines're good, but spirits're better.

For now, Eadoin follows his winsome lass from merchant to merchant, just being agreeable.  The early winter sun, a clear sky, and the festival all appeal to him.  If Apple Blossom wants to shop for a plow, a harrow, or Mr. Cyrus McCormick's yet-to-be-invented reaper, Eadoin's happy to watch her do it.

As they amble, he muses, "We'll need something folks can't get themselves.  Your papa's oil seeds, for one.  Maybe candied fruit or something, besides."  Eadoin doesn't need to remind her of honey-roasted nuts with a little bit of salt from the festivals, but he does anyway, planting a seed that may lead them in the direction of something sweet in midwinter.

---

Rita is greeted in-kind with an affectionate hug, Riordeg with a smile and a handshake.  "Hello, again.  It's grand to see you both.  Raviniacum is well, even if it's a little emptier now.  Everyone's come along to the wedding."

In reply to Rita's points about finding other Centaurs, Eadoin nods easily.  "There were about a hundred who came, from near Lake Flevo.  The fighting was...hard on us, like it was on everybody.  Anhyhow, this's just the first group.  All the others, young and old, will come in the spring when the going is easier and thr first crops are nearly ready."

He ambles along, making small talk with friends and listening to Apple Blossom joyfully atwitter to Rita about plans for the future.  He's quite amazed at his sense of well-being brought about by his intended's happiness.  When she mentions, dancing, it's not hard at all to get him to go.  In fact, he practically whoops, giving a little prance on the spot.  Wiggly-toes beware!

Afterward, Eadoin and Apple Blossom depart for Clear Fountain Plaza.
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When Aelasuria says she has to leave and gives Rita a hug, Rita eagerly hugs her back. "Before you go," she whispers to her friend. "I have a question for you. I'm not sure what gift to get Riordeg. I can't afford the expensive magic items. I'm thinking maybe a nice pair of boots or a beautiful pendant. Do you have any advice or suggestions?

Riordeg and I will meet you back at the fountain for the entertainment," she promises Aelasuria. "I heard Cirrus is performing, and I can't miss that!"

OOC: What are the prices for: a) a nice pair of boots made for humans, not lycanthropes, and b) a really nice pendant, preferable one with a star inside a circle?

Also, is there a range of prices for the pendants? If so, she will get a smaller one for Cirrus. She also wants to buy a bottle of wine for Melissa.

She eagerly greets Alara, Ovo, and anyone else she knows or has traveled with whom she sees at the marketplace.

"I know that was your dream, to find others of your kind," she says to Eadoin, smiling. "I am so happy for all of you.

Apple Blossom, if there is something here you would like that is not completely out of my price range, just point me in the right direction, and I will get it for you. I can't think of anyone who deserves a gift more than you."

Seeing the two centaurs dance makes her smile.

She cannot help overhearing Cirostis bargaining with the wererats.

"What's this about a potion to block poison or disease or the effects of undead?" she asks, walking up to the dwarf. "How much are you asking for just that potion?"

The wererats are not going to be happy, given she has essentially interrupted their transaction and may cost them the potion. But Rita is in too good a mood to care how they react. They are not evil; they are part of Lucimburic and still loyal to Duke Barstow.
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OOC: before leaving for the clear fountain.

"Your welcome Cirostis of course I will be happy to meet you at the Owlry later."

Listening to Rita she thinks about it. "Hmm that depends. Honestly I think Riordeg will be very happy just to know you have given him a gift. If his boots are looking worn then a nice new pair of boots is both a practical and caring gift that he will get much use from. The Pendant is a nice though and I am sure he will wear it thinking of you fondly. He will think of you when he looks at it so I think it also is a wonderful gift. You could give him a handkerchief which is clearly yours that he might bear like a knight. Another thought could be a holy symbol that reflects the god or goddess he prays too. Things he loves are also good gifts. If he loves to carve wood, then a carving knife. If he loves to ride then tack for a horse might bring him joy. If he favors the Bow then fine arrows are always in need as old ones break. Perhaps a nice quiver would pleas him. The best gift of all I think will be the fond memories he will have from sharing your company at the festival and here in Lucimburic. I trust he will enjoy the entertainment at the crystal fountain with you."

Rita goes boot shopping.

She can get basic boots between 2 and 30 gp, depending on the workmanship and level of detail, for Human or just about any feet.

The pendant she is looking for will run 25 gp.  Smaller ones run 5-20 gp.

A jug of wine goes for .2 to 2 GP.  That's a clay jug.  Bottles are more expensive, being glass!  They cost .5 gp just on their own, so most people use clay pots.

* * * *

Cirostis spends his time going back and forth across the market, desperately working to finagle a deal that gets him the “Bucket Golem” in the end.

He sells his stuff (the whole list) to the Elves, and acquires the Throwing Hammer, and some change.  He trades the armor for the Bucket Golem and when all is said and done he has:

>No stuff
>372 Gold pieces
>The Bucket Golem
>The Throwing Hammer
>New Socks.  (He just needed those)

At some point in the future he will be playing with Bucket Golem to discover what it can and cannot do.  As he has already learned, its main function is to do repetitive, stupid things, or simple things its designer wizard did not want to waste time on.  It is very basic.  It cannot do any complex tasks- for example, it cannot be told “go find me some grapes.”  It does not know how to find, where to go to find them, how many to find, etc.  It can be told, “pound these grapes into juice” and it will, until told to stop or it runs out of power.  It can polish, it can clean, it can dig, it can work simple mechanisms, turn cranks, etc.  It cannot aim weapons, make decisions, etc.

The Dwarf feels relieved to have finally accomplished what was requested of him. He gives Dunduin the Golem and the Throwing Hammer as well as some of the gold.
Well Sir, for a while there I really thought I could do better for you. But this is at least your first two choices.
He shakes hands with the wizard as well. Thank you for your assistance, sir - here I would like to give you something for your clear advice. He passes some coin to the wizard. He saves some more that he will give to Arctos.

Now that he has completed his duty he picks up a few of the crossbow bolts and he keeps his word to go back to the second guy. He offers his cloak in exchange for the axe based on Aelessuria's recommendation.


When purchasing the bolts, Cirostis notices Rita also interested in bolts.

OOC: Rita, it was a few posts back -I didn't see if you got what you wanted. 

You looking for a crossbow ma'am? I've got an extra with my gear, I bought a nice one some time ago and don't need my standard issue. You'll not find any more stable than the good old general issue crossbow. I get it for you tomorrow if you like.
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Ooooh thanks!
Scolo says to the Dwarf. He holds up the gold coins to his eyes like binoculars and it seems he is actually seeing something through the coins. He then passes all the coins into his ears like putting coins in a slot machine. He shakes his head as the coins disappear as if to settle it down to his pouch. Ah ... Maybe I can shop too?

While they are still there Scolo looks at the net with a handle and he examines it.
What does this do?



Since Rita and Cirostis are talking crossbows Scolo sees her and asks if she has a moment.

A hem ... I'm thinking of making something for dear Melissa as she is so gorkyfun, do you think something that lets her seem to be someone else when she likes would be nice or insulting? I'm not sure ... I would like her to be safe from ... From her past. But not ashamed no.
The more you change the more you are only yourself...

Dunduin thanks Cirostis profusely and is overjoyed with the new magic items. "Thank you so much. Reaally, Thanks. This is great!" He hands back the 372 Gold pieces along with another 250gp of his own money. "Here please take this and see if you can get yourself something for your efforts."

Scolo's knowledge of unusual arcane things is vast, but in this case, not vast enough.

He can tell the net with the handle is enchanted.  He might assume it is meant for catching something, by the design.

But he cannot identify the particular spell used, nor figure out what kind of powers it might have beyond just a general "better".

PM

The Wizard shrugs. If the Wererat won't tell him anything about it he will move on... He wanders the merchants looking for a potion trader, scroll or book trader and any sign of knowledge ...

Aelasuria offers a lot of good ideas in terms of possible gifts for Riordeg, but at least some of them will take time, which Rita doesn't have. As for what Riordeg likes, there are some things she is uncertain about, such as whether he uses a bow as a missile weapon. Every time they have been in battle, she has seen him in melee.

And she can hardly give him something with her holy symbol, as a new symbol for Proserpina does not even exist yet!

"Actually, I was interested in that potion you have that prevents the effects of poison, disease, or undeath. That could be very valuable, assuming we know how long it lasts and use it only when we know we might be facing those types of threats. Do you still have it, and how much are you asking for it?

A crossbow would actually be useful to me personally, as I do not have a missile weapon other than spells. How much are you asking for it, and do you have any magical bolts, the type that could harm demons?"

This is starting to be too much of a shopping trip for herself instead of a gift buying mission!

"I still need to find a gift for Riordeg," she continues. "If you have any saddles that are nice but not quite as expensive as the ones Aelasuria and Theoderic got, I would be interested in purchasing one for him."

If Cirostis has a saddle at a price she can afford, she will buy it. If not, she will buy him the best, most attractive boots from the elves, the ones for 30 gp. If she can find any wood carvings of Epona or of horses in general, she will get one for Eadoin and one for Apple Blossom.

For Cirrus, she will buy a circle and star pendant. For Melissa, she will buy a bottle of good wine, knowing Melissa likes to drink wine and would enjoy this gift.

Who should she talk to about setting up a fund to rebuild the kingdom as a wedding gift for Aelasuria and Theoderic? she wonders. Lady Babette would probably be a good choice. Ideally, she would like to get started in Lucimburic during the festivities. Even small donations from a lot of people can add up to an amount that could really make a difference.

Cirrostis thinks for a moment... How much for the crossbow? Hmmmm good question, she's a beauty, I've been keeping her oiled. The layered bow is solid dwarf workmanship, the string so waxed it will not fray for years. And the trigger is lo g and open you can use it with a hip shot or a mailed fist. Worth every penny of 25 gold. He he
He smiles then gets conspiratorially quiet.
I'm here to make friends not money, give me five and we'll pretend it was 25 ill deny that in front of the other Dwarves.

He looks back at the bolts the Wererat was selling.
I thought you were going to buy a few of these? These are perfect for demon hunting. I was just going to pick up a few myself.

As to saddles we have no extras. I have one left and it is the one to match what the king and queen were given. I will only sell it if it becomes coveted and valuable after the wedding. There were some casualties sadly perhaps some of the Bergundian cavalry have extra saddles?

While he is finishing up with the trade Cirrostis has a big idea.

Good Wizard! Please can you return for a moment! He asks of Scolo with intrerest.
 He will show the wizard Khorban's hammer again and ask him privately.

I wonder if you could consider for the next few days, if there is any way to put an iron or stone head on this hammer without harming it. This would be a great weapon and tool for my Centurion if it could be whole.

Scolo is most interested in discovering things and maybe supporting his friends, he has his own shopping yet to do - but still, there is something to the little fellow. He looks again at the hammer. He does a brief test with a small piece of quickiron just to see, if by some miracle the quickiron would form to the spirit of the hammerhead. If it can or if he can think of another way he will inform the little man.

Hmmm weapons aren't my thing little friend - I deal in the wonderous and queer. But - ill take a look and maybe I can read you're book sometime when the owls are done yes?
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"Are you sure?" Rita asks incredulously when Cirostis offers her the crossbow for five gold pieces. "That is most kind of you.

What about the potion? How much would you sell that for?" she asks after completing the purchase of the crossbow.

"Do you want to head over to the were-rat's shop together, so we can each purchase some bolts? I hope they will take money because I don't really have anything else to give them."

Before heading to the were-rat shop, she realizes she has not responded to a question from Scolo.

"Scolo, I apologize. I did not mean to ignore you. You said you want to get Melissa a gift, something with magic that can disguise her or change her appearance. That sounds like wizard magic to me. Perhaps the were-owls might have an item like that. Or even the elves. I wonder is there is such a thing as a cloak of disguise.

I am very glad that you want to get Melissa a gift. The two of you are good for each other, and I believe the gods intended that you two find one another. If there is anything I can do to help you obtain this gift, including some gold, just let me know, and I will gladly do it."

Oh no - I can make the gift - my uncertainty is ... Well... Would it be nice or insulting? Women are not always easy to understand I thought you might have an edge.

"That depends on the reason you are giving it to her. If looking different or disguising herself is something she enjoys or is something that will help her better scout around and obtain information, I'm sure she would greatly appreciate it. Just make sure you are clear that you like the way she looks now and are not in any way implying she would look better as someone else. You are giving her a gift that will bring her joy and help her better do her job without being found out by her enemies."

This advice should really come from a priestess of Venus, not from me, Rita thinks to herself. Unfortunately, there don't seem to be any here. The closest is Aelasuria's mother, and she is way too busy with wedding preparations.

Cirostis makes his Axe/Cloak exhange.  The Wererats seem thrilled.  Secret stuff is always more exciting to them than some obvious, straightforward weapon.*  Then, he pursues the quest for magic crossbow bolts.  It’s trickier than he thought it would be.. everything around here is.  But he’s getting the knack of things by now.  He knows that the Wererats have only the things they have scrounged.  And the Wereowls, well, they could make some.. but they seem difficult.

But they’re not the only source of magic around here.  After checking over his shoulders to make sure that Arctos is nowhere in sight, Cirostis scurries over to a crafts booth manned by Elves.  He knows they have no magic weapons for sale, as they are in the midst of a war and need all they can get… but it’s worth a try.

They have no magic bolts here, in fact, Cirostis quickly learns that Elves don’t have any at all, and don’t make crossbows.  But the Elves see that making crossbow ammunition is not very much different from making magic arrows, and they make magic arrows all the time.

So maybe… if he’s going to be in Lucimburic for a while, they can work something out.  The Elves have a conference, and get in touch with one of their friends at the Elven Mission, Lucimburic’s own little Elven Embassy, and they get in touch with an Elf, who gets in touch with an Elf…

 Word eventually comes back.  (this would be over the course of days.)

The Elves will not sell magic arrows or crossbow bolts to the Cirostis.  They feel that would be wrong, considering all Cirostis and company did for them at Beda.  So the King and Queen of the Elves are crafting a set of freshly made magic crossbow bolts to send to Cirostis as a gift.

*Well, Duh.  From the Wererat perspective:  Your party encounters a pack of Wererats.  One is holding a frost axe.  What do you do?  Every Adventurer In The Multiverse:  “Attack the one with the Frost Axe!”   It is one of the most useless weapons a Wererat could ever think of.

* * * * * * *

Meanwhilst, Cirostis and Scolo look over the Ghost Hammer.  Scolo is at something of a loss… this is too weird, even for him.  He knows that some magic weapons are so powerful they get some kind of spirit to them… but a ghost of a spirit?

But Rita, hanging around them, can offer enough knowledge of the spirit world to figure it out.

The special magic powers of the hammer is based on the fact that it is the ghost of a weapon.  A new head for the hammer would cause it to loose its special ghost powers.  It would be like reincarnating a Dwarf ghost into a new body.  The reincarnated spirit certainly won’t be walking through any walls again.  It may or may not regain it’s old magic powers- this should be done by a master Dwarven weaponsmith who understood the original magic and crafting technique to the extent necessary.

On the other hand, Scolo, having had more time now to study the hammer, is able to clarify something he previously reported:  The hammer’s ability to destroy area spells.

The ghostly incorporeal force of this spell is able to attack and destroy intangible area spells, such as any of the “magic circle” spells, “wall of force”, Invisibility Sphere, various illusions, Anti-magic Field, etc.  Exactly how it does so, he’s not sure.  But knowing how Dwarves think, it’s probably a matter of physically… well… not exactly physically, but intangibly… hitting the spell with the hammer.

No doubt, at some point, they test this theory, and make an astonishing discovery:  the power of the hammer is very straightforward.  The wielder of the hammer has to hit a spell with the hammer to destroy it.  A spell has a “pseudo armor class” equal to its Saving Throw (and a few components Scolo doesn’t know yet, though he’s sure that Permanent spells are harder to destroy) and Pseudo Hit Points = to 5 + 5 per caster level.

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Cirostis is amazed -
Really? you would, give me ... they will make?
Oh thank you my friend, I tell you I am intrigued by the mastery of your people's craft .. I have you may not know four sons back home and all of us seek mastery in our craft - I myself when not attending to martial duties am a fair BeardCarver - what the men would call a Barber. My eldest is a musician not unlike those from the party - my second son ... well we don't know yet with him he's good at hitting things with sticks and that can be useful in many vocations, more than the obvious. But my third boy, though he is only 12 and we thought him a little odd at first, but he has learned to work with fabric and make a variety of textiles - he showed me examples of elvish work that he was studying for its utility and tolerance for many rough years. I know what he does, that we can learn much from one another - I look forward to these bolts, I'll even treasure the cloth or ribon they come in and take it back to my boy. Please offer my sincerest thanks.

You know - I've got some examples of wonderous Dwarfen design for misiles here, perhaps you would like to look them over even borrow them if you wish...

Cirostis showes the wide cutter bolts, the breaking bolts, his last shatter bolt - he holds it gently and describes how it makes holes in fortifications, and his final wonder the amazing fishing bolts with the crossbow and line design and how they open up to catch the fish - enough to make any maker of arrows interested.

***Rita

He shows rita these bolts as well -
Oh they'll take money that is sure but - since I will be given this special gift I can offer you some of these - I have 2 alchemy bolts that can hold a potion, several breaking bolts that wound and are difficult to heal, one +2 shatterbolt that puts a dwarf sized hole into any stone or wooden construct and five wide cutter bolt to cut ropes from a distance. As well as a score of the ordinary dwarf general issue ammunition. Would you like any of these?

I won't part with my fishing bolts I love fresh fish and usually don't have time to catch the old fashioned way in the field.
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Dunduin ambles up from seemingly nowhere "Now I wouldn't be placin' healing potions in dem bolts and shooting folks with them. You sure aren't going to be making any friends that way."

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Later after Cirostis is done with Rita.

"Hey, Cirostis, maybe we should talk to Hoglin about this stuff. He might be able to modify the ammo for the artillery weapons. I can think of a variety of applications."

Why does no one want to answer her questions about the potion? Rita wonders.

"You still haven't answered my question about the potion. You know, the one that prevents the effects of poison, disease or undead attack. If you really want to keep it for yourself, just tell me; I will understand. But if you are considering selling it, please, tell me how much you're asking for it?" Rita yet again asks Cirostis.

"The bolts I really want are those that do damage to demons. I know I've heard those mentioned several times today. With those, I could stay out of melee yet still wound a demon, something that could prove useful.

If the elves are willing to give a few magic arrows, I would like some as another gift for Riordeg."

I'm so sorry lady - I ... Already traded it to these elves over here, hmmm Aerion I think his name is - sounds like Aaron but different.
Anything magic should hit demons ... They had something at the third shop back there where we got the Throwing hammer, but ... Perhaps you could order special from these fine people

**** with Dunduin

He smacks his hand on his forehead of course! I've had these since crossing the boarder from home and not once did I think of Hogglin.
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Callidus looks around for a place he can examine the buttons that were found at the battle. It doesn't look like something an orc would normally wear, so there might be some trick to them. If anything one of the merchants could see what they're all about. Or he could just be overlooking things, and they could just be regular buttons. It happens sometimes. Things aren't always magic. Though its a pleasant surprise when something is.

He considers trading away the magical mask of fear that he has, perhaps trading it for something else of value. It hasn't really done him much good so far, and something more practical would be more beneficial to him.

Scolo looks at the dwarves. Before leaving. This trinket seems to be the sort of thing that. If you are ever in a place to use it you will badly wish you had it. If not ... Well at least you can take it home and maybe your magicians and smiths can do something valuable with it.

With that he shakes them off like a dog shakes water and wanders the faire for himself. He will look for merchants from the town a d find out where their regular shops are located that he can return if he gains any money later, he seeks traders in knowledge and lore, books, scrolls, spells, histories, and funny tales. He spends some time at the alchemy booth and the fellow who sells components to enhance spells but right now he would need a scroll of Alter self or some disguise - he thinks it would be good his fear is that blackguards come after the king and spot Melissa - is there something that can make one forgettable to all but her friends?

He will seek out a sweet pendant or charm to enchant - this project could take a week or more.
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Appearing in the market with a gaggle of dwarves doesn't seem to draw much attention from the onlookers. Bryon goes from stall to stall, looking for things that might catch her eye. Pretty things, jewelry, anything that may seem to be of a magical nature are all high on her list. She drops hints to her admirers that her attentions will be magnified by gifts, just to see if any of them might take her bait.

Callidus finds that the buttons he’s got have a very mild charm on them, to keep their polish.  But they are exquisitely made, and designed for a noble’s court outfit, or some other such high clothing.  Clearly, the Orc who had them had no idea, and simply assumed anything so shiny had to be valuable.

They are.  Callidus manages to trade them for 240 gold pieces in the market.  This will keep him in wine and food for a long time, if he wants.

While perusing the market, Callidus is struck by the variety of people here:  not only the native Lucimbrucians, both Lycanthrope and human.  (at least, he thinks they’re Human.  Around here… hmmm…) but Elves, Dwarves, Centaurs, Humans from Gaul, Belgica, and Burgundy… even a stray Halfling or two.

With all these familiar faces, you’d think he could find a familiar face or two.  And he does.  There’s Erulian, the Elf scout he was along with for a long stretch of campaign.  Erulian was scuffed up pretty badly at the battle of Beda, but seems to have recovered somewhat.  And Rustrian Ghostail, the Werefox who taught Callidus how Werefoxes fit in here, more or less.  And Rustrian’s… son?  Nephew?  Callidus isn’t sure where Rufus Ghostail fits in, or how the youth is related to Rustrian, but he’s kin, that’s certain.

Rustrian is happy to see that Callidus has returned alive and unscathed, and walks up for a chat, handing Callidus a snack that appears to be some sort of meatball on a stick.

Rustrian asks the usual:  How’s it going, how have you been, did you slay a lot of Orcs, etc, and then tells him how exciting things are in Lucimburic right now.  In fact, Important Bigwigs from Basilea are staying at his place!

”Phileas and Hylensia Argentos, Callidus!  They run the Argentos Traveling Show, the most famous traveling show and troupe of performers in the world!”

Of course Callidus has heard of them.  Every in the Helvetica area where was living has.

Rustrian proceeds to explain that the Argentoses have been doing a lot of “hobnobbing” with other various Bigwigs:  that wizard from Aurelianorum, the Elven woman Callidus was working for, even the Duke and Duchess!

”I think they’re here for more than just the show,” Rustrian says.  “Too much hob nobbing, if you know what I mean.  Big things are happening, but all in the shadows.  Wheels turning, plans being set.  That war you were in on.. that’s far from over.  They’re.. We’re… well, everyone is getting ready for the next round, I’m sure of it.  You’re part of it?
* * * * * * *

Meanwhile, Scolo looks over all sorts of charms and pendants.  But.. he knows, you can't just take any pendant and enchant it.  When an object is enchanted, it's best if the caster is around for the creation of the item.  It's even better if he creates it himself.  Enchanting something "off the shelf" is hardest- he's got to find just the right thing.

It's not just a matter of workmanship, he knows.  Magic is a convoluted art with all sorts of arcane "correlations".  Certain forces "prefer" certain materials, shapes, patterns... like the affinity between lightning and amber, or spirals and air.  To get the right pendant, he must first decide what he wants to do with it.

PM

Oh no, ... yes ... of course that's not gemfibridating enough

The wizard mutters to himself as he reminds himself on various details of reality.

He continues to seek traders in knowledge and lore, books, scrolls, spells, histories, and funny tales.

He will look for merchants from the town and find out where their regular shops are located that he can return if he gains any money later.

He will find a merchant with wooden hair pieces, the kind with wooden chopsticks that hold it together they can allow the lady to just decorate straight hair or hold it up in different shapes and he will speak with the merchant.

Dear fellow, I would like to get a piece like this with the flower design, but ... i would hope to meet you while you are finishing the cut and preparing to sand and polish, I would even sand and polish the sticks myself. in this way I can add ritual to the creation. You see ... I want to make it very special - I will pay extra for your time ... or perhaps instead of that I could help you make something special hmmmm?
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Cirostis has visited the Faire from time to time over the days of it. He stops by the Wererats with whome he has dealt and with the elves who are hopefully gaining great insight from the marvelous dwarven ammunition he has shown them and let them examine.

With the Elves he shares the name of the artisan and the location of his workshop on the sleepy boarder to Bergundy with the wilderness peopled by centaurs.
If you wish to send a lad to apprentice with him - we might be able to work it out or one of your masters could visit and you may learn from one another?

With the Wererats he shows them the most special gauntlets Dunduin lent him for this purpose - these magical gauntlets that enable any weapon or other object to be a thrown weapon ... the trickery of this item would certainly be of interest and he asks them -

How much would this contribute to an exchange for that old dwarvish ghost hammer?

Dunduin picks up a couple waterproof/fireproof cloaks. One for himself and one for his pet golem whom he's named Muck.

Alchemy bolts wouldn't really be useful to her, as the only potions she has created so far are healing potions. Most potions that do harm are ones created by wizards.

"I understand," she says to Cirostis when he tells her that the protective potion she had wanted has already been sold.

She will go to the wererat booths and ask if they have magical bolts that harm demons. If they do, she will buy them.

After that, she heads over to the elves. "Do you have any magical arrows that do harm to demons?" If the elves have some, she will buy them as another Solstice gift for Riordeg.

Callidus greets Erulian with a toothy smile. "Long time no see my elven brother-in-arms. It's been quite a while since we've been paired together. Have you had that dragon-hide I salvaged from that decrepit tower made into armor yet? I suppose if you had then you would have fared a bit better at Beda, but I'm glad that you're alright, and I'm excited to be reunited with someone I spent so much time during my journey with. Come have a glass of wine with me before I head back into the throng of merchants to find something with which to purchase with my new-found bounty of coins." he says. They spend some time together, speak about the battle and the upcoming war, the wine that they're drinking, the deals they've found at the Faire, and about the flame that he has for his elven wife and/or love-interest. After speaking with Erulian for a while he eventually departs, happy that one of his friends is still alive.

After moving through the faire and admiring all of the sights ( The female kind ) he eventually runs into Rustrian and Rufus ( who he seems surprised about, he wasn't aware Rustrian had a son. ) with a bit of surprise, he didn't expect to meet another acquaintance in one day. It's just raining company today. He accepts the meatball snack with enthusiasm, as carnival fare is typically interesting to eat to say the least. If it isn't particularly flavorful at least it's normally interesting. He plucks the meatball off of the stick with his teeth, savoring the taste as he answers Rustrian's questions. "I've been quite alright, I met a friend of mine that I traveled with for the majority of the way here. During the battle I turned the tables on the Oricsh army by stealing a staff of great power from the demon Abigor during the fight. He was using the staff to enchant the elves to keep them out of the battle. After I took it the enchantment broke and they swept in and cleaned up the remainder of the retreating forces. Afterwards I turned the staff to the council that requested my presence, left the staff with them, and then kept to myself until I arrived back here."

When Rustrian asks if he's a part of the war, he pauses for a while to think. After a small period of thought he nods his head. "As long as my purse is kept heavy and my belly full I'll continue killing orcs. And the welcome I've gotten here is far better than I've been treated by the dwarven contingent at Beda so I doubt I'll be leaving anytime soon, unless the elves require my services somewhere else, but even then I think I'll still come back. Nothing holds me down for too long. Would you and your son care to have a meal with me? Carnival fare is nice but it's no meal, and I'm long due for a hot meal and a warm bed after my campaign outside Lucimburic's walls. It will give me a good opportunity to learn more about Werefoxes in general. I could do for some learning and relaxation before I leave again."

( Taking off the kid gloves from here on out, no more two sentence posts for me. I need to expand my writing and this is a good outlet. )
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 When reaching Lucimburic with Petra and Heolstor, and the rest of the 'Barges Squadron", old druid Tugdual will try and reach the dwarves.

 After days battling and travellings, changing shapes and going though waters and undergrowth, he wouldn't mind an appointment with the beard master, for starters. He would ask him for advice regarding the purchase of armour.
  "I've come to understand that this is the place to find suits of armour fitted for the shapechanging crowd... do you have any advice to share ? My pouch is far from full, but I have potions I could trade for one."

 If asked how things went down the river with the barges, Tugdual will give a brief account of the events. He avoids going into details about his use of destructive magic. Maybe to avoid flaunting, maybe to avoid tying his name to to what could be seen as a disaster... maybe a bit of both. Maybe to hide his game...

 In the absence of monetary goods to exchange, Tugdual would propose his skill, knowledge and spells in exchange for a suit of armour. With a certain level of ethical scrutiny as to the goal and purpose of his spellcasting.

Tug!
It's great to see you, come on over, you could definitely use a little work - there's a wedding on, man!

Cirrostis has Tugdual go clean up then he provides a good  beard carving and haircut. It is less complicated than before going with subdued color for any decoration and fewer braids. The result is a very masculine look that can provide both business and frivolity. It is not quite as wild or intimidating as the last one.
Tell me, did any of those Huns make it to return by the boats? Have the elves sent a force to go rescue their kin in that slave barge? I only wish we could have done it when we were there.

All is well for us ... It has been a nice respite for the last few days, but I tell you we are going to get tired of it soon enough. It will be time to set and cast our next mission. There is a nice shifting breastplate I saw here - are you interested in giving it a try? Once the wedding is done I can try to help you to get it if you don't have enough. 

Cirostis is trying to get the ghost hammer first - trading Dunduin's gloves and some of the cash he got from Dunduin if he can afford it - and the 5 breaking bolts. He suspects wererats might actually use something that causes injuries and is hard to heal he has yet to make use of them, because he always wants to kill whatever he fights, leaving them wounded is not his style.

Once successful he will be glad to help Tug get his armor. He will leverage his saddle (after the king and queen are seen riding) he will try to leverage his matching saddle with the Wererat who got the first one, this is the same who has the shifting armor. He will offer the second saddle along with the nice horse grooming gear and barn supplies with the idea that they can set up a perfect gift package for a couple.

Many of the booths belong to artisans, exhibiting a variety of locally made crafts, especially woodwork of all kinds- tools, toys, house wares, even furniture.  From Belgica, there are stands displaying wool, linen, and linseed oil- a wondrous substance with many uses, not the least of which is treating wood to make it shinier and more water resistant.  From the Elves are more crafts, including some Elven cloth which is finer and more elastic than the cloth produced by Humans, although much more expensive as the Elven processes are difficult and never done on a large scale.  The Halflings have brought food of many kinds, especially their famous flours, breads, and cheeses.  There are furs and leathers, both in available as treated skins or finished products.

 Some of the more worldly shoppers also take note of what is not at the merchant’s faire.  Being a somewhat sudden creation, rather than long standing event for which merchants could schedule their journeys, there isn’t much in the way of long distance imports.  Spices, a perennial hit at major fairs, are not to be found here other than some local types.

Through the press of merchants, wares, and shoppers, Byron trolls for admirers.

She is good at attracting attention, but the real question is always, what kind of attention?  Is the casual flirting from a Wereswan just in jest, the sort of thing one says knowing there is no reality to it?  Or a hint of a real offer?  And a mere longing stare… is there more behind it?

Byron identifies five potential admirers.  She has time to evaluate only three of them (Sense Motive Checks).  They are:

A Human warrior from Burgundy, who is quite proud of his recent accomplishments.
A local Wereswan furniture maker, who is also an amateur dancer.
A bulky Germanic warrior who is here as servant and guard for a visiting merchant.
A Werewolf woman, who seems to be bored upper middle class wife.
A young Human ironsmith from a small backwoods town.

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Meanwhile, Callidus talks to Rustrian Ghostail.

“I wish I had extra room for you,” the elder Werefox says.  “But there’s no extra room available right now, I’ve got entertainers from Basilea lodging at my house.  I’ve… you know, there is the theater itself.   It’s an outdoor theater, not much used in the winter.  But it’s got some rooms… you know, used for dressing rooms during the season, when there are shows.  You could move into one.”

They walk through the market place.

“As for learning about Werefoxes… yes, you’re a wildling, I remember.  Hmm.. Your welcomed here, because the truth is, you are one of us.  You might even be family.. it’s hard to know with Werefoxes and wildlings, because Werefoxes travel often and who knows what might come from one brief indiscretion far away?  But if you want to kill Orcs.. it’s the predator instinct in all of us, you know, it has to come out somehow… if you want to be one of us, and do that, well then your choices are service with the Duke, or free lance.”

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Tugdual finds that "shifting" armor and equipment is readily available here, and at cheap prices.  He hasn't got much money, but his abilities are in demand.  Especially important are strong and permanent spells such as Stone Shape and Plant Growth.  If he hires himself out for a while he can afford a suit of shifting armor.

"I could quite easily peddle my services to the duke if the elves have no more use for me as a scout. I can put a dagger between someones eyes from 50 yards, so I have no doubt that I could easily find some kind of job in Lucimburic. If you'll allow me to stay in the theatre dressing rooms while the fair is in town I'd be appreciative, I can afford an inn but there's no sense paying for a room in a packed inn when there's far more solace in a quiet room in a theatre."

"I'm surprised that you and your kin don't have anything going on at the theatre.. I would expect with all of the people in town that it would be very lucrative to have a production or a play for people to see when they've gotten tired of wandering through the stalls of the faire. Even something as simple as a knife throwing performance or some kind of interpretive dance might go over well enough to pull an easy profit." Callidus throws a knife into a wooden board nearby and wills the knife to return back to his hands so he can throw it again, juggling the pointed blades by the hilt before flinging them again into the same spot on the board.

"Anyway, now that I've found the bed portion of my wantings now all I need is a meal, if you would like to join me I would be more than happy to pay for the cost of the feast in return for the lodgings you're offering me. Are you more fond of Roasted Duck, Grilled Fish Filet or Beef Filet? I find myself quite partial to either duck or beef, but I don't find that fish suits my tastes. At the moment however, I'm ravenous enough that I would likely eat my own hand if I don't soon get some meat in my belly, and it's hard to throw knives without hands."

Callidus grabs the knife by the tip of the blade, drops it behind his wrist and flexes his fingers outwards opening his palms to reveal the knife having disappeared through sleight of hand. Probably not anything any other werefox couldn't do, but he was quite privy to knowledge having to do with sleight of hand. It was something he practiced whenever possible.

( Check out this cool sleight of hand link: http://cheezburger.com/48681985 )

 Tugdual surely appreciates the company of the dwarves once more. Despite their strong philosophical divergence, he has come to truly appreciate his bearded fellows.

 That, and Cirostis does a great job. The druid wonders what he would do one the war if over and he has to return to his usual hair stylist... maybe he'll organise trimester visits to dwarven land to take care of that...

  "We took care of the barges all right. I'm sure you would have appreciated the beauty of it. The raw power of tidal waves crushing the vessels... although I must say it was difficult to accept for me... many were hurt that did not deserve it. Some elven prisoners might have drowned because of me... Keep it to yourself by the way... it's... it was not my proudest moment.

  Anyhow... the elves have reclaimed their peers, and the riverbanks, and their land... for now." he ends on a bitter-sweet note, but does not linger. Cheerfully, he suggests to continue the conversation with some ale.

  "Where does Centurion Dunduin plan on taking you and yours next ? More demon hunting ?"

It seems that Bryon's escort disperesed when their commanders were spotted, leaving her to troll for potential admirers. Since her dance card is open she attempts to fill it quickly. She notices five potentials, people who seem to be admiring her. Attention is always to be encouraged so she takes a moment to subtly flirt with each. Subtlty for Bryon amounts to not shouting, juming up and down, or blowing a kiss. She also takes the time to study three of them.

 

Despite is obvious attributes, someone this self centered might try and outshine Bryon. She perfers a more demure mate, someone who won't steal her own spotlight. While she flirts casually, she dismisses him as a potential mate.

 

Bryon does not prejudge others by race, and thus the wereswan was not dismissed outright. Being an amatuer dancer means the same as the last fellow, he is likely to steal her spotlight. She finds that unacceptable.

 

This fellow merrit close scrutiny. Being both a servant and a guard makes him doubly useful. He has a connection to a merchant, meaning he can probably at the least get that merchant's good at a reduced price. He merited greater scrutiny. 09:44, Today: Bryon rolled 8 using 1d20-1. Sense Motive.

 

An interesting delima, in that Bryon enjoys women as much as men, and this woman is already married so is likely only interested in a trist. Being middle class means she can pay for the priveledge as well. Bryon takes a closer look. 09:46, Today: Bryon rolled 4 using 1d20-1. Sense Motive.

 

Despite being at the bottom of what most would consider as acceptable, Bryon's interest is piqued. A blacksmith is useful for many reasons, and can support her many indulgences with money he makes from his craft. Being from a rural area actually makes him more interesting, as she is unused to this sort and likes to experiance new things and new kinds of people. This young man gets a steady gaze and an open ear. 09:49, Today: Bryon rolled 7 using 1d20-1. Sense Motive.

Heolstor walked the market looking for a clothier, still dressed and armed for war. His maroon snake-leather vest still clung to the road's dust in a fine layer of grey-brown. Spots, here and there along his pants and tunic, attested to blood taken and given. The sword he'd blooded for the first time along the Meuse hung from his hip. Now though it had a name - Laciersian, or River's Rage, in his native tongue. It was a title the sword had found, one earned along the roiling Meuse, rather than one imagined in a lordling's dreaming.

As a whole, Lord Strang did not feel prepared for a wedding of any sort. He had no idea where the ceremony was to be held, when, or if he should have a chance to speak to Theoderic there... But Gerolf was right.

His men had come to him as volunteers. Some would stay, given land and titles in return for their commitment, but many more would melt away like spring snows. Though Heolstor had days before battered the Huns along the Albach, he would soon possess far too few spears to face their resurgent numbers.

Heolstor needed to have words with this Frank. Best to start on the right foot - dressed for a wedding, rather than battle.... And though Strang had prepared for many things, he had never foresaw the need to prepare for a wedding. He'd find somewhere that sold appropriate clothing for the event and his station. It would not take long. Heolstor was not picky.
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Now this was even more interesting than the previous people she had seen. A man, not young, not old - dressed as a worrior, and shopping. Her intuition told her the rest. The worrior had been invited to a wedding and now felt out of place shopping. She all but giggled as she closed the distance to him (Hoelstor).

She smiles at his men as she slides up along side him. "Greetings, good sir, I am Bryon of Helvectia." She got in front of him and held up a hand. "Your a nobleman! How exciting, however this armor will not do for such a formal occasion as a wedding, will it now?"

She reaches out and runs fingers along one of the metal parts of his armor. "It sends the wrong message. Your not here for war, your here to celebrate. I also detect a note of disdain for shopping. You need a woman!" She grin and rocks her hips from side to side at her own double entendre. She holds up her hands and puts him in a "box" of her fingers. "I'm seeing you in green, perhaps trimmed in gold. Not lavender, surely you are entitled to the color being a nobleman but you would think that austentatious, perhaps dandyfied. I believe we can help each other, good sir, if you are amienable to a trade? I prepose that I be your paraclete. Thats a fancy greek word. It means literally to come alongside and aid, but its really a slang term for someone who helps you shop. I'm not greek myself but I speak it, and several other languages. Also I have a keen fashion sense. I assure if you let me dress you you will strike the image of manliness and lordship you desire." She lifts her brow and gives an ehhhh sound, sort of asking for his agreement rhetorically. "Now you must understand this valuable advice cannot be given for free. I would require something in return. I have my eye on a beautiful elven gown, but have not the coin for it. Purchase my gown for me, and I will see to your outfit." If he allows she even leans in, catching his ear with her breath, "If you are especially kind I may even allow you to watch while I put it on."

She pulls back, biting her lower lip. "Do we have an accord?" She holds out her hand to seal it.

On walking with Tugdual and a pint, Cirostis was about to shout a greeting to Heolstor, but - seeing Bryon he shakes his head with a smile and continues talking with Tug.

I tell you with all the negotiations and finagling we have spent precious little effort on propper strategy and tactical plans. If I read Dunduin, he means to have a team of heroes return home and leave the army, I don't feel right leaving the lads, I'm not sure how it will go. It would look bad and show poor discipline if all the leadership just went home while they remain for a long tour.

Speaking of deals, I'm still trying to work out all my trades, I'm glad you were able to secure the armor - it is a fine set I must say -

There are a couple interesting ladies here - that's one over there putting the Mac on Heolstor. The other is a healer uncomonly attractive and quite sharp in the head too, demonologist - she'll be dangerous to someone I have no doubt.
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  "I haven't sealed the deal on a suit of armour yet.. I have my eyes on some, but I guess I'll have to work some to afford it. Fortunately, some of the blessings I command are much sought after, if I hear well."

 Enough about blacksmithery though, after the second pint a conversation has to lean to women.
  "I doubt very much that Lord Heolstor will be inclined to return anyone's affection... his tenderness for our Valkyrie is not a secret, and he would be a fool to try anything on the side."
 There was no gossipy intent, even though it may have sounded that way.

  "But tell me more about that sharp demonologist... I've always had a soft spot for dangerous things.
   Have I ever told how I once fell for an Oak Dryad ? Great deal of good that did me ! I spent the better part of the next season stuck it toad shape... hiding from herons and feeding on dragonflies... yet thinking back, that was all worth it ! What a night, my good Cirostis... what a night..."

 While on the topic, the old Druid asks :
  "Do you have a wife, Cirostis ? Someone who waits and hopes for your return, in a stone house with a pack of dwarflings ?"

The Faire was an interesting place, but unlike her companions, Julia simply couldn't get her head into shopping with the events that gripped the land.  Perhaps it was a consequence of her age, but it was so very difficult to stop and appreciate little baubles amidst a war.  Her mind kept returning to the Pass, to the knowledge she'd assembled about the infernal forces arrayed against the dwarves and her role in it all.

"How do you manage it?" She finally said to Hylesia.  "How can you stop and shop, how can you enjoy yourself so thoroughly with what's happening?  What are we going to do about it all?"

  Hylensia is surprised at Julia.  But not too surprised.  It earns a smile.

”Pacing ourselves.  There is a time for everything.  Life is long, and the opportunity comes.  And it is best to go into things forewarned and forearmed.  Is there anything else you think you need for the trip?”

Her meanderings through the market have two purposes.  Aside from equipping Julia, she repeats the questioning process with other merchants who have traveled from the east and the south, or have contacts that do, trying to build up as much knowledge as she can about the routes.

At length, she thinks she has grilled every available source of information.  Now ready to speak to the others who may be setting out on this journey, she arranges a meeting in the palace, to be held after the wedding of course- in a new thread, Concerning the Dwarves.

They wander over to observe the Royal Wedding.

(OOC:  Even though Concerning the Dwarves starts up after the wedding, I am going to start the thread now- time will overlap.  This will enable the characters going in that direction to get grouped together and meet.)

Naturally, Dunduin and Cirostis will receive word of this, and are invited to the Concerning the Dwarves thread as well.  So Julia, Dunduin, Cirostis, and others can go there now.

Meanwhile...

Rustrian continues to talk with Callidus about as they wander the market, in the general direction of the theater.

“Oh, the inns are more than packed, Callidus.  Look at how many people we’ve managed to stuff into this city.  It’s never happened before.  And there’s hundreds of troops camped around our walls!  And the inns are making some good money off this, I’ll bet.  But let’s stay away from the market for our dinner, yes?  They’ll be charging festival prices, which is something more than regular prices.”

On a whim, Rustrian steers them west.  They leave the market, and pass the temples and the Tower ofhead into quieter streets- the west side of town, furthest from the “Grund” is a more well to do residential area, with only a few shops scattered along.

Moving out of the Market, they move into a different thread for the moment,  The Vulpinter Bakery.

"Byron," Heolstor nodded somewhat distractedly "I am Heolstor Strang." The men who had come with him, a pair of spearmen dressed much the same as him in mail and leathers, made room for the Helvetican but hung close to their commander. They paid attention without paying attention, eyes moving vigilantly through crowds of passerbys.

Heolstor looked comfortable among them. A soldier as much as a nobleman. The straightness of his back, look of his eyes, and familiarity of his swordhand to its accompanying pommel... They spoke of a man married to duty, stiff in personality, and not the sort perhaps that Byron was looking for.

A crow found his shoulder, perching itself there quietly as it tucked dark wings to its side.

When a finger of hers caressed the buckle of his vest Heolstor's brow furrowed in subtle disapproval. Who this woman was he did not know - but he was not that sort of man. She could not know that though, and there were undoubtably many men who would appreciate her advances. He took a smooth half-step back, his movement silent to the din of the crowd. "Green worked with gold thread? I may take your advice." She had read his taste in clothing to the letter. Lord Strang was no dandy. Just green would be fine to him - perhaps something deep, something dark, that spoke of shaded forest glens... But he supposed this was a wedding. "Thank you for your kind words," then a pause and a polite but unsure addendum "Lady Byron... But before you go any further, I am a man spoken for."

"I will keep those words in mind as I look for something suitable. It would not be seemly for you to accompany me though... And I have one dress already, doubtless, that I must pay for." To her other offer he said nothing. Perhaps Heolstor had not heard, but regardless he kept his silence.

Strang made his way through the marketway, greeting Cirostis and Tugdual both if he was able. He found his way to a clothier and made his purchase. A green tunic and accompanying pairs of pants of soft cloth, worked with trim of black and gold. He was short on time but the merchant promised to sew Heolstor's coat of arms to the upper left chest when things were less chaotic. After the wedding, no doubt, but for now it would do plain. The Saxon was not picky.
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Yea, Minerva is my sweet bride - not as bohemian as some of these but a powerful woman!
Cirostis chuckles.
I've got 4 little Dwarflings each as rambunctious and bullheaded as his father.
They're doing well- in a safe place and we've laid plans for them to escape if need arises.

Cirostis pauses for a moment - thinking of plans for his family to strike out as refugees if the conflict reaches them is very difficult - he hasn't really mentioned it out-loud before.

When Heolstor comes by Cirostis greets him.
Well met general!

They continue on ... Ah yes the Demonologist - well what's to say really? But between her sweet and Lady Bryon's sassy I've seen a reall strain on good order and discipline in the troops - no harm done, they are both nice to have around in thier own ways - keeps the younger hearts pumping. I'm sure you'll have the opportunity to make your own council.
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Bryon's face was "oh another married man." She blew up into her hair. It was a serious blow to her ego, she had been turned down four times in the last 24 hours. She looked down at herself as the nobleman walked away. Maybe she was old and used up. Maybe she wasn't attractive anymore. Maybe she was past the point that men would want her at all.

She was really just stunned. She looked at the backs of her hands for the tell tale spots of age and the loose skin of ware. She was rooted to the spot, fighting off a wave of dispair. Was she just having bad luck, picking nothing but married men? Or was it as she feared - she was a matron now, incapable of even enticeing a man into a trist.

  "My good Cirostis, I hope your dear Minerva has a stew simmering in the hearth when we bring you back to your home..." Tugdual said good-heartedly. "I want to try the finesse of dwarven cuisine !" he chuckled.
  "And to meet your boys, as they need to hear about their father's exploits from a travelled man. A too tall, as Arctos would put it."

 Catching a glimpse of the demonologist across the merchant's faire, the old druid almost choked on his pint. With a coughing and hawk, he recovered his composure and mumbled :
  "Well... she's everything you said and more... crafted by Venus herself from the finest bronze, yours would say. You could have mentioned though that she was, what ? Seventeen ?"

 The druid sighed and added : "She's of age to fool around and spin the head of young men... not comfort the needs of a weary old druid."
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Does Rita find a vendor who sells magical bolts and arrows, the type that can damage demons? If so, how much do they cost? She wants to buy the bolts for herself, now that she has a crossbow, and the arrows for Riordeg.

Aye - those will be good days ... Cirostis is wistful.

He chuckles at the Druids description of Julia.

Well, winter's here and we can't all just grow fur. I've been involved in some complex negotiations the last few days you know? Shopping had been a challenging business - I'm hoping to get everything worked out before out time here ends.
Cirostis looks at the Elvish cloaks.
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Bryon wandered a bit. She payed less attention than normal to her surroundings though she managed not to run face first into anyone. Scrumff sensed her soured mood and popped out of her bag then quickly made his way up to wind himself around her neck.

"There there love. You'll always have me."

Bryon smiled and nuzzled him affectionately. "If I were a she feret that would certainly be enough. I have an itch for a companion right now. I would especially like one with coin since I have my heart set on that elven made gown."

As luck fell for her she saw the woman she had suspected from before as well as the blacksmith lad. This time she doubted even her own prowess and thus could manage only to make eye contact with each as she meandered about.

Business done in the market, he walked up to his two familar companions.

"And to you, Second Cirostis." Heolstor returned the greeting. Tugdual was there, hairy and strong as an aurochs. Both had traversed the distance of this campaign in his company. Both had his unequivocal respect. As Heolstor Strang saw it: there was a bond shared between soldiers, battle-brothers, and all those who faced great danger together. One that was strong as steel.

"You and yours are welcome in Tullum and Lingones as you make your way South. I will send word before you. Homes will be made open for your men. My own villa, in Lingones, I will have prepared for you and Commander Dunduin."

"Tugdual," the Saxon followed "Does Lucimburic treat you fairly? Or is it the road, and the woods, for you again soon?"
There was perhaps a note of regret in his voice then. Not from Lord Strang, but from Heolstor. Something personal. He had gathered some thin wisdom from the old druid - but not all he might have, distracted with the day to day affairs of running an army.

And there was always the unstated truth that the druid's gods were his mother's gods. Talking of them, and of the woodland ways, had reminded him of her. Though he held Tiw in reverence that courageous god did not bring him the same comfort.

I'm honored by your kindness, Lord. I do not know as yet, what path lay ahead. I tried to get the wisdom of Owls in on the discussion. I'm sure there will be a meeting on our affairs after the wedding.

OOC- posting in two different time frames.

Meanwhile, back with Byron in the marketplace...

Byron seeks out the young blacksmith she saw before, and chatted with only briefly.

Blackmiths have a very special place in Frankish society.  The makers of armor and weapons, they are more or less excused from actually using them in military service.  (No lord wants to risk the loss of his blacksmiths!).

On the other hand, working iron builds huge muscles.  If they have to fight, they are powerful fighters.  Byron's interest is young, maybe nineteen or twenty, but has about a decade worth of iron work behind him, and has the big arms to prove it.

He's taken in by Byron's "lost and bothered" look.

But looking him over... Byron has a suspicion that he doesn't have much in the way of money.  Rural smiths are often "paid in kind" by the villages they support.  They might not get that much coin, but they never have to pay for anything.  On the third hand... he can't be completely broke.  He's here, isn't he?

And he does have a certain "kind and caring but naive" look.

  "I will spend some time in Lucimburic. Not too long, but I feel I could learn from a society so well-versed and deeply rooted in shape-changing... Druids have a very empirical approach, but no Celt is born with it. I think I may learn of the blessings of the Moon here.

  Besides, I would like to keep an eye on you, if you were willing to keep me around."

This blacksmith fellow has many things going in his favor. A physicality that is very male at its core and very attractive to any woman. He is young - which usually means viral another good quality. He also seems a bit naive, which is exactly the kind of "mark" Bryon can take advantage of.

She chats him up, learning his name, apologizing for being drawn away earlier "I thought I knew him, but I was mistaken."

She slowly probes him, learning what she can about him. People like talking about themselves and young men are prone to this sort of narcissism. The more he talks the more she has for later and the more she will know whether she actually likes him or is only interested in a passing fancy.

She only mentions the dress in passing. She has nothing to wear to a royal wedding and of course no one to attend her. She does not come out and say - as she did with Heolstor - that she is willing to trade. She figures he should be handled more delicately.

08:44, Today: Bryon rolled 26 using 1d20+14. Bluff - hide her intentions .

Byron walks through the market with her new friend.  The smith is Tireg, from a tiny little hamlet she’s never even heard of- Mons Hermes.  It’s a few days away, along the Meuse River, in the heart of the domain of Theoderic.  The name, though… Byron can tell it has some significance.  Hermes is the ancient name of Mercury.  But the name wouldn't have been used by anyone who would have settled this region.  Unless… wizards, and similar people who make use of ancient lore will sometimes still use the name.  Mons Hermes would be a hill of some kind of arcane significance, then.

And it seems to go with the place as Tireg describes it.  The village is on a hill, and there are really just two families and a few assorted “others” there.  There is the smithy, and there is the temple to Mercury.  And unless Tireg is making boasts, his father, the smith, made the armor for Theoderic, and weapons and armor for many warriors.  Tireg sees nothing at all unusual in a small, rural smithy turning out weapons and armor for a king and his retinue.

Byron’s concerns about her outfit evoke some sympathy.  But to Tireg, “fancy clothes” are what nobles and rich people wear… and Elves.  The village girls and even his own sisters own nothing more elaborate than what Byron is wearing now.

“I could make you some buckles and baubles,” he says, “if I had my tools.  And maybe some brass.”

But he is willing to accompany her.  He seems very sympathetic to the plight of this poor woman traveling all alone, and asks how that came to be.

Bryon flirts, "Brass, eh? Where should I put something so grand on an outfit like this."

What she is thinking is Brass? Celts invented smithing brass.

Bryon tells him a short version of the story. She had a thing the Elves needed to help them teleport from Geneva. She possessed the thing, though she avoids telling him how she came about it. They only had room to teleport here from her own family, though she makes it clear that Celtic women can handle themselves. She simple does not want to be the only one going alone.

His offer to escort her brightens her mood considerably. She does not have to feign being impressed by his credentials, she is actually impressed that the armor worn by the king was smithed by this man's father - and likely as not he helped.

Scrumff, on the other hand is unimpresed. "Really? Your slumming about with this country bumkin?" He chitters. Bryon is cross. This young man is the first to really pay her attention today and she is not going to let him mess things up. She shoves him back in the bag and scolds him not to come back out without permission.

Now she must of course explain how she can speak to the creature. She gives him the short version. Her family has longs ties to fey and fey magic is in her blood. She bats her eyes, treads her arm through his, and hopes there is no unfounded pre-judging her based on that heritage.

Tireg may be from a back woods, rustic place, but that makes it more likely, not less, that he knows people who talk to animals.  People in the big cities don’t need the talent nearly as much.  In fact, he knows at least one quite well…

“Philus’s daughter Fica… Philus is the cleric of Mercury who lives up the hill.  She’s a cleric too, but she’s dedicated to.. Diana, I think.  And she talks to animals, and she has a ferret she calls inkspot, it's pretty smart."

Rural people have a very peculiar take on the world.  To them, everyone they know is a celebrity.  In the string of villages Tireg calls home, "everyone" knows who Philus and Fica are.  And most will know who Tireg is.. at the very least, as "Walchau the smith's eldest".

And here, they are unphased by magic, or talking to animals, or Fey blood... because they live on the fringe of the Ardennes.  It's out there, and it's no use pretending it's not, so you just take it into your life, and live with it.  All it means to Tireg is..

"So you can do magic?"

Scolo continues to seek traders in knowledge and lore, books, scrolls, spells, histories, and funny tales.

He will look for merchants from the town and find out where their regular shops are located that he can return if he gains any money later.

He will find a merchant with wooden hair pieces, the kind with wooden chopsticks that hold it together they can allow the lady to just decorate straight hair or hold it up in different shapes and he will speak with the merchant.

Dear fellow, I would like to get a piece like this with the flower design, but ... i would hope to meet you while you are finishing the cut and preparing to sand and polish, I would even sand and polish the sticks myself. in this way I can add ritual to the creation. You see ... I want to make it very special - I will pay extra for your time ... or perhaps instead of that I could help you make something special hmmmm?
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Cirostis has visited the Faire from time to time over the days of it. He stops by the Wererats with whome he has dealt and with the elves who are hopefully gaining great insight from the marvelous dwarven ammunition he has shown them and let them examine.

With the Elves he shares the name of the artisan and the location of his workshop on the sleepy boarder to Bergundy with the wilderness peopled by centaurs.
If you wish to send a lad to apprentice with him - we might be able to work it out or one of your masters could visit and you may learn from one another?

With the Wererats he once again engages to make a deal for the ghost hammer.

Seeing as how the wedding is over now and one of the only gifts given and accepted that others would be able to copy are the fine saddles that came from Cirostis the dwarf attempts to arrange a deal that will leverage the value of the last saddle in addition to all his fine ranch gear and grooming tools. It is the perfect gift for any young lad or lass of wealth.
A well balanced wheelbarrow, the Bergundian straight pitchfork, the finest grooms gear within 50 miles and a saddle to match the very saddles the queen and king got for themselves on their wedding day!
...
In addition I've got something else you and few others can appreciate - here are five very special crossbow bolts of Dwarven make - the break apart on impact with jagged bits of shrapnel they are excellent at wounding and the wounds resist magical healing ... Just the thing for slowing down the competition when you are collecting treasures eh?

Rita does not really know Haakon and Tawna, but in her mind, they are now part of the extended family surrounding Theoderic and Duke Barstow. Not knowing what sort of wedding gift they might like, she decides to buy them a nice bottle of wine.

Tireg makes her smile with this comment, a knowing smile. "Scrumff thinks I'm his woman. Its a complicated relationship. Emotionally I am attached to him, but I also need companionship of a two legged variety." She playfully bumps his hips with her own, "If you get my meaning."

While they are walking she tactfully steers him around the merchants fair. She keeps his attention on her so that he won't realize they are actually heading in a big circle, eventually taking them back to the elven clothier.

"So your strong, have horse sense, and you don't mind a girl with an unusual bloodline. What are your flaws, then. Be honest everyone has them."



He was still trying to to push her to talk about herself. She wasn't trying to obfuscate, merely wanted to hear about him, she knew all about herself already. "When the occasion calls for it I can perform a feat or two. I am not a wizard, though. I rely on my blood for my magic."

As they "find" the clothier again she stops him, feigning surprise. She goes over to the one she has her heart set on. Now its time for a little trap. Women have been manipulating men for centuries...for their own good of course. "Its so lovely. Don't you think I would be gorgeous in it?" Trap set. If he says yes, he is 3/4 the way to obligating himself to buy it for her. If no, then she has ample reason to pout and perhaps look for more encourage-able companionship. Her mother always warned her about these situations. If you want a mouse or man to fall into your trap you must lure them. Cheese works on mice, and you know what works on men.

She turned back facing him, giving him a coy smile, "Wouldn't you want a gorgeous woman on your arm for the wedding? I know you think I look nice now, but can you not picture me in it? Oh I would feel so feminine." She pretends to stare off into space, her fingers running from her throat down just to her cleavage.

"Then I count myself fortunate. For your company and your wisdom, Tugdual." Heolstor replied, the sincerity in his voice obvious. "I will make no secret of it - there's much for me to learn about the wilds and their power. If you are willing to spare some insight still, as you have before, I would not let it go to waste." The warrior promised. He saw Tugdual as the mentor his father's hate had always denied him. That and more... a friend and ally. Pwyll, the Saxon's crow, was nowhere to be seen. So too had his accompanying soldiers melted away.

Heolstor was no less safe or more lonely for it. If there was better company to find oneself in, Heolstor scarcely knew it.

"Now... I must find myself elsewhere, before Petra has me flayed from foot to forehead." Strong said his goodbyes and made his way to the ceremony.

In the last days of the Faire Cirostis is able to make his breakthrough deal. Perhaps the saddle idea worked or perhaps the wererats decided it was better to get something than wait around for another wandering dwarf warrior interested in magic spell smashing to make his way to Lucimburic. Who knows? But the dwarf trucked a wheelbarrow filled with fine farm implements including beautiful grooming tools and the twin of the kings saddle. He leaves it all and carries out his prize.

He makes his way around the Faire and to the cobbler and tailors over the days and in the end he has a fine jacket made and a little fur hat.
His jacket is a quilted brown trim with a burnt orange pattern, he keeps his dark grey hide armor on but finds a brassy paint that he uses on all the metal parts. He finds repaired soft halfling style Boots with stitched yellow pattern that goes well with his Elvin flowery green quiver.

Cirostis seeks out Dunduin and hands his old friend a package in butcher paper.

Here my friend. It worked well.

Dunduin accepts the package from Cirostis with a raised eyebrow. "May I?" he asks before opening the package.

Ah, Mr D - if anyone can make the best of a spirit hammer it will be those close to Vulcan.
Now lets find the Patre of Mars!

Cirostis seeks out Arctos.

Good news comrade - the Elvin King has been kind and sent us aid for our future endeavors.
I have powerful magic crossbow bolts here to share with you.

He gives Arctos and Dunduin their share along with an explanation:

Dunduin: 2 glitterdust, 2 rust, 4 trapspringer, 6 +2 bolts
Arctos: 2 glitterdust, 2 rust, 3 trapspringer, 8 +2 bolts

Finarfel’s Glitterdust Flare.   This is the most peculiar of the bolts.  It is a normal +2 bolt, but when it strikes, it emits a spray of glittery dust.  This dust is magically attracted to hidden things, weather made so by magic (Invisibility, Displacement, Blur, etc) or skill (concealed) and negates these effects in a 20’ radius area.  The dust settles on both creatures and objects.  There are 5 of these bolts.

Rust Bolts.  These are +2 bolts that can cause metal armor to decay.  A hit causes metal armor to weaken and corrode, losing 1d6 points of effectiveness.  Against creatures actually made of metal the effect is more severe- the bolts have the “bane” effect.  A pinch of “ichor” from a Rust Monster is used in the fabrication- the most dreaded of all monsters, from the Dwarf point of view.  10 of these bolts.

Trapspringer Bolt.  This is a +2 bolt that causes all traps, physical or magical, within 20 feet of the impact point to be triggered.  (The unique Elven magic will cause even disarmed traps to reset and trigger, if a small simple motion and force will do it.)  Elves will typically use them in the defense, shooting a bolt to trigger multiple traps they have placed in the advance of an enemy, but they are equally useful on the offense, neutralizing traps in an area about to be assaulted.    10 of these bolts.

Basic +2 Crossbow Bolts.   20 of these.

How much would it cost Rita to get 20 +2 crossbow bolts? Are any of the merchants still selling them?

As Cirostis found out, crossbow bolts are hard to come by.  His had to be custom made by the Elves.  Rita cannot find any here.

 Tugdual had split the cold season in various activities.

 He went on a few fishing trips with Cirostis, during which they may both learn from each other's techniques. They could be off for a few days sometimes, and came back with enough trout and crayfish to throw memorable dinner parties.
 Lengthy conversation on druidic arts and philosophy with Heolstor, along with awkward bits of conversation about his future offspring...
 On a few occasions he spoke with Petra as well, in his usual blunt and down-to-earth style. Despite his sometimes coarse tone, there is some wisdom to gain from the seasoned druid.
 He took several little jobs in which he makes good (and reasonable) use of his magic and powers, in order to afford his suit of armour come spring. Mainly he uses spells that help artisans with their crafts, tends to difficult animals and offers council.
 Once he made a brief trip to his homeland, just to make sure their defences were still up and that no Hun was in sight.

 Eventually he learnt about the bold move that Dunduin and Cirostis were about to make, and offered his help in guiding and assisting the dwarven troops in their absence. Hopefully he could use this time to learn from Arctos and soothe his soul if can be.

 As march came, Tugdual was ready to get back to business.

Fortunately the was intrigued and agreed to work with the wizard - unfortunately for him, the wizard was Scolo. It took two weeks and several mistakes producing a variety of useless enchanted wooden hair pieces including one that makes the wearer always tell lies and believe them and one that can never ever be moved from its place on a certain table preventing even the table from being moved.

Finally the job is done, Scolo takes his gift and the artist gets a match as well as all the rejects, some of which he may find a use for, and of course his headache will pass with a resolution to avoid wizards in the future.

Scolo seeks out Melissa.

Uhm - here he says.
I uh was worried - you might be spotted and found. This, well it's very nice yes? It holds your hair up!

He is very proud of it, it is beautiful with light and dark woods mixing in a small floral cage with two carved chopsticks.

And if you focus while adjusting the stick you can disguise yourself like the spell 3 times a day - it lasts for an hour and a half.

See! If you don't want to be spotted you can be anyone.