The Derro Caves
Lantamori:
Acting quickly, Lantamori threw her dagger at the remaining stunned Derro.
OOC: Lantamori rolled 19 using 1d20+8 with rolls of 11. Thrown Dagger.
Lantamori rolled 4 using 1d4+2-1 with rolls of 3. Silver Dagger Damage.
Lantamori's dagger strikes true, as does Pelskin's slingstone, and the young half-orc's slightly unsteady headbutt. The old woman drops like a stone, collapsing over the altar and her victim, and the young half-orc sags back down in his bonds, eyes nearly crossing from the strikes. Thulon appears in the doorway, cleaning his axe blades and looking satisfied.
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Crazy wretches never do know when to quit. Oh-ho, you got the Mother Priestess! Nice work!" He goes and unsnaps the bonds from the half-orc and uses a couple of them to bind the old woman. "
Not dead yet, but on her way out. I won't shed a tear."
The half-orc gasps out, "
Shesh gonna killme. Wanna drag me t'dark little bit ata time. You shave-saved me!" he says, slurring his words. Then he abruptly turns over, is violently sick on the far side of the altar, and passes out.
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Oh dear," Ooolorn says, and burbles over to him. They put a tentacle on his face, and sort through some floating objects inside the water elemental before coming out with a jelly-like sphere that she squeezes between his lips. "
Healing potion. Anyone else need one?"
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Church of Ehlonna
Averdante and Prreet make their way to the Grove of Ehlonna as the sun westers and find Grove-Warden Shallan waiting for them, her large rabbit at her feat. She has an array of tools of the arrow-maker's art arranged before her on a workbench that seemingly has grown from the wall, under an area that is somewhat open to the sky and will allow the moonlight to shine through.
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Welcome, fellow seeker. You have a satisfied air about you. A good hunt?" She smiles and pats at the mossy bench beside her for Averdante and Prreet to sit. "
We will have to work to finish preparing everything by the time the moon's light comes, and then we can begin our prayers."
Shallan will show Averdante how to cut and place the glass heads so that they don't shatter, the special kinds of silver fletching and wire used to feather the arrows, the special silvery stones used to hone the shafts straight. The two of them work diligently and well through into the darkness, letting the faint light of shielded, cool blue moon-lamps give their eyes enough light to see. As the moon begins to rise, Shallan has Averdante pause so they can recite the prayers: for Ehlonna's honor, for the hunter's eyes, for nature's fury and nature's embrace, for moonlight and madness, sorrow and sadness, for true hearts and noble causes, for good deeds and noble acts, "
May these arrows fly true," she concludes, as the moonlight bathes the arrows, making them glow with more than ordinary light.
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The Adventures' Guildhall
Farian reports their findings to the Guildmaster, and Karaja gives an impressed hum as she records their deeds. "
Clever, getting the city on your side. Most of us go around the law and only use it when they have to, and that can get the Watch bent out of shape more often than not. They know they need us for the weird things their own people can't attend to, but it doesn't mean they like it. You got yourself a good mark in their book."
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The Temple of Pelor
Deeds done at the Guildhall, Farian repairs to the Temple of Pelor for sunset services and practice. Over the next week she can work with the temple armorers to fashion and imbue with Pelor's favor a fine glowing mace that looks as if a shard of the sun lies within, and a good solid shield that gleams as if sunlight always falls upon its surface. Used together, Farian now presents a picture of a noble Peloran warrior.
During practice, she spars with Sir Kovi for a day or two before he has to leave for his own duties, and the trainer, a Brother Ladran, asks her to work with some of the senior clerical acolytes who will be taking their final vows soon. "
They're in need of a little practical training from someone who's been in the field, and they've already heard my stories so often they can recite them from heart. Give them a surprise or two to keep them on their toes, and I'll be back to give you a proper bout once I've gotten the sun babes on their rounds!" 'Sun babes', Farian knows, are a humorous nickname for young acolytes who have only taken their first vows of service and are likely only on their first exercises.
During prayers and services, Farian is asked if she has the time to join the efforts of their healing service to aid in treating and diagnosing the sick and injured poor of the city. The temple knows that Farian will be going on her own callings from Pelor soon enough, and they're pleased that He has brought her into this temple for whatever time is allotted her.
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Market Row
Bruenor scours the markets shrewdly, seeking good protection for himself. He watches for shops and stalls with the mark of the Mages' or Artificers' Guild, knowing that they have particular standards that they uphold, as well as checking any swap requests that come in on the message board at the Adventurers' Guildhall. After a day of comparing prices and quality, he can find a good-looking amulet that will make his skin harder to get through.
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Gives you the tiniest touch of dragon scales, and even makes it easier to pick up hot pans and pots off a campfire!" the seller, a smiling human man named Midren with a neat array of necklaces and broaches for sale. One of the proprietors at the Three Brothers, he is the one in charge of enchanted objects, as opposed to jewelry crafting (Sibrin) or reconstruction and repair (Valin). The necklace itself is on a sturdy steel chain, and has a small segment of red dragon scale mounted in silver and gold in an elegant but not ostentatious display. "
Two hundred platinum, that is, an utterly fair bargain guaranteed by the Mages' Guild for such items."
Also he seeks something to aid in healing himself even in the midst of combat. Recalling an old heroic ballad he heard as a boy about a magical girdle which kept a dragon-slaying hero hale through harrowing adventures, he makes some inquiries. While nothing like it seems to be on the market around here, there is someone he speaks to who thinks they could concoct it. However, that person is Sister Jandra Page of the Church of Boccob, the god of magic.
Normally that would be the last place Bruenor would go, but Jandra had been at Three Brothers and overheard his explanation and inquiries to Midren. She had explained her interest and her own skills in the crafting of magical items. "
It sounds like an interesting challenge. Doable, I believe. It's just not something that has been done before, or certainly not recently. It would be most amusing to research. Would you care to come to the temple to discuss it further?"
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Volsh, Dellas, and Haazheel can also tend to whatever selling, buying, crafting, drinking, eating, partying, pranking, writing, scribing, or shenanigans they need to over the next day or so...
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The Adventurers' Guildhall - Part Deux