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The ogre zombie is looking hurt.
Matrim is badly hurt.
Elora and Nija are both close to death.
The staff is destroyed.
The ghosts have disappeared.
The shadows have skulked off to the east ...

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Please check out the MAP,
which is two-maps-in-one, showing the wandering zombies to the northeast.

DM has adjusted adventurers HP in your BIO sections.

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Raieylan, bolstered by the injuries to the zombie, steps in with his scimitar swinging.

 ..and misses.

<OOC: attacks with scimitar

Raieylan rolled 11 using 1d20+5 - attack - scimitar

AGAIN!>

Bhelmyr will fly over and cast spare the dying on Nija, and healing word on Elora.

Matrim will swig a Potion of Greater Healing.

To Heal: Matrim Rogthor rolled 14 using 4d4+4

edited bio & inventory.

Kvan launches another arrow at the zombie, growing tired of this endless dance.

Attack hits AC 18 for 10 Piercing damage

16:10, Today: Kvanlanir rolled 18,10 using d20+8,d8+4.  Attack w/ Longbow.

Myra runs as close to the ogre as possible without being in melee range. Then she takes a shot with her short bow at the ogre zombie.

17:25, Today: Myra Highbrow rolled 21 using 1d20+6.  Attack roll. YEAH!!
17:26, Today: Myra Highbrow rolled 16 using 3d6+4.  Damage roll. ┏(^-^)┛

It hits! Right into where the heart should be is now an arrow sticking out of it.

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Round NINE
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Initiative

17 Zombies
16 Matrim
15 Myra
14 Raieylan
14 Shadows
13 Kvanlanir
11 Bhelmyr
5 Elora
4 Nija Necrosis
2 Ogre Zombie
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The two remaining zombies (9 and 10) continue wandering around aimlessly.

Matrim swigs a Potion of Greater Healing, healing himself for 14 HP !

Myra runs as close to the ogre zombie as possible without being in melee range.
Then she takes a shot with her short bow at the ogre zombie.
The arrow flies past Matrim and almost knocks the potion from the goliaths hands.
The arrow smashes through the ogre zombies head, obliterating most of it.
The ogre zombie staggers and almost falls.
It is very close to (permanent) death.

Raieylan, bolstered by the injuries to the zombie, steps in with his scimitar swinging ...
 ... and misses.

The shadows continue moving (drifting) towards the eastern edge of the forest,
drawn towards the darkness of the forest and the remains of the billowing black cloud.

Kvanlanir, growing tired of this endless dance, launches another arrow at the ogre zombie.
Kvanlanir's arrow tears part of the ogre zombies chest open.
The ogre zombie drops to its knees ...
DM rolled 11 using 1d20+4.  ogre zombie con save DC 15
 ... then drops completely to the ground, laying still.
The ogre zombie is destroyed.

Bhelmyr flies towards where Nija and Elora lay unconscious.
He casts spare the dying on Nija,
and healing word on Elora.
DM, on behalf of Bhelmyr Godstouched, rolled 9 using 1d4+6.  healing word on Elora

Elora, healed by Bhelmyr, gasps and sits upright.
She looks around, shakes the cobwebs from her head, and slowly gets to her feet.

Nija, spared from dying by Bhelmyr, remains laying on the ground, unconscious.

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The battle comes to an end.
The adventurers know that some shadows lurk nearby to the east,
(and can possibly see wandering zombie 9 to the northeast.)

Otherwise, it is quiet.

Nija Necrosis has been thwarted in her attempt to attack the shrine.
Her staff, which was doing something necrotic and unholy, to the ghosts, has been destroyed.
The ghosts ... disappeared !

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Please check out the MAP.

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Bhelmyr lands next to Nija. He empties her pockets and removes anything she is wearing that could be a magic focus dropping everything into a pile 10' away. As he carefully binds her hands and feet, he says to Elora, "The ghosts are gone. We've failed, miss."

The half elf who joined them walked up, breathing heavily. He smiled at them. "Anything you walk away from is not a failure. Personally I'm glad to see you."

The half elf stands just short of 6 feet tall, with a lean build. His dark brown hair borders on black, is shoulder length and tousled.
His eye are a deep blue that are almost iridescent. He has stubble if a beard and  His skin is tanned.

His loose fitting linen pants that are dark grey, his studded leather a grey with black studs. He has a arm bracer on his upper arm that is silver with a oval blue stone, a blue bote at his hip and a fine silver bladed scimitar with a polished grey pommel and a deep blue stone in the base of the handle.

"My name is Raieylan. I was captured a few days ago by the armoured beast over there with his undead minions "
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Myra approached Bhelmyr murmuring to herself a small prayer, "I hope those shadows don't come back.", but when she heard his words she bowed her head in shame. There was nothing this silver tongue could think of that might suffice for their failure, but nevertheless she did think of one thing. "Well, at least we have something to take our frustrations out on." She watched Nija's unconscious for any sign of movement. Myra's attention switched when Raieylan approached. "Nice to meet cha. Always glad to have an extra set of hands on your side in a fight."
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"No need to hurt Nija, yet. Now if she starts speaking any words you don't understand, Myra, then you just give her a good swift kick. Nice to meet you Raieylan. With luck, perhaps your survival prevented the rift from opening somehow." Bhelmyr gave a hopeful look to Elora.

Bhelmyr empties the pockets of Nija and binds her hands and feet.

Placing Nija's items in a pile, the adventurers find :
- 130 GP
- a black dagger, with a wicked-looking curved blade
- a fancy cloak, of shimmering multi-colours
- leather boots
- regular black female necromancer clothes (goth girl outfit)

Elora looks around at the carnage of chopped-up zombies, then to Nija lying unconscious,
then to the remains of the unholy staff, now just a blackened stump sticking out of the ground.

She walks to the centre of the hill summit, where the ghosts were performing their once-a-century ritual dance.
Kneeling down, she places one hand upon the stone slab beneath her, closing her eyes.

After a few silent moments she speaks.
"I ... can feel them ... though they are distant. The elven ghosts have departed, but I do not think they have been destroyed."

Standing and addressing the adventurers, she continues,
"Thank you, friends. You've done a great thing here today. Nija's staff was draining the power of the ghosts. If she had been successful it would have resulted in her staff becoming a powerful unholy magical item. I shall performing a cleansing ritual here at first light. Hmmm ... all that remains is to decide what to do with ... her."
Elora glares at Nija lying unconscious on the ground nearby.

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Well done ! XP TIME !

+ 790 xp each

Bhelmyr         7270 → 8060
Kvanlanir       6535 → 7325
Matrim           7320 → 8110
Myra              5870 → 6660 LEVEL UP !
Raieylan        5800 → 6590 LEVEL UP !

The half elf nods in welcome to tbe others, and looks at the gear. He smiles at the others. "If you would not mind, I wouldn't mind the dagger....when I was taken all my gear was taken."

He frowned as he crossed his arms, his scimitar seemingly turning into water and vanishes. "They took my whip....i loved that thing!" He shook his head

While discussing the situation the adventurers notice the billowing black cloud begin to slowly dissipate ...

Matrim walks up after having cleaned his greatsword on the orge”

“Well met Raieylan. Any person who fights on our behalf is a friend. My name is Matrim.” He sticks out a large hand.

Matrim takes a moment, then continues. “Shame I couldnt get to the big one in time.”

Looking down at the loot, Matrim picks up the cloak. As hes looking it over, he wonders if it would actually fit him.

Myra looks at the leather boots wondering if they'd fit.
Yay! I leveled!
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Visibly relieved to discover that they had indeed accomplished some good, Bhelmyr says, "I'm Bhelmyr," and offers a hand to the half-elf to shake. Noticing someone missing, he flies back up to survey the area, then darts to Bandish's body, picking up his fallen friend and bringing him to the others. "The little guy gave everything he had," he said solemnly.
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When Myra saw the body her head hung low. "I'm sorry for your guys' loss." She looked back at Raieylan. "Myra's the name."

Matrim holds and ponders the cloak from Nija.
As he's holding it, he realizes that the cloak is larger than he first thought.
A perfect fit! (Was he just imagining it being smaller?)

Myra looks at the leather boots.
They should be a good fit for her halfling feet.

Bhelmyr flies up and surveys the area.
Although still dark, he can not see the zombies or shadows anywhere, but knows they are still probably close by.
Bhelmyr can see the billowing black cloud dissipating ...

Raieylan shook the offerd hands with a nod.  He picked ip the wickednlooking dagger and turned it in his hand. "Northwest there are two zombies....they were watching me when I escaped."

He smiled as he looked at them. "Luckily their not smart or fast."

Raieylan feels that there's something extraordinary about the dagger.
Looking at the other adventurers going over the loot,
Raieylan also notices that the cloak Matrim is handling has changed in size,
(or is he imagining it?) and that it, too, may be extraordinary.

Raieylan also remembers that he was ambushed not too far away,
and that perhaps he might be able to search the area and find his missing gear.

Elora looks to what remains of the body of Bandish, saying,
"This is usually a peaceful place. I wonder if he would have minded if it was his final resting place ...
Anyone good with a shovel?"

Myra quietly slips on the leather boots then returned to standing watching the last direction she saw the shadows move in with a sort of dread on her face. She didn't like the thought of those shadows, but she was cautious of their possible return. As for the dead comrade, there was nothing that she could do for that. She wished him safe travels in the world beyond and that was it. She said a small prayer saying as much, "Save travels in the world beyond."

Just a reminder that there is also the slain huge human,
who was wearing black plate armor, and wielded a greataxe.

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Myra and Raieylan, please level up.
You may take average HP, or roll for them.
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Myra will go and start looting all the bodies she can see.
Leveled up and took average HP.

Myra, the defeated zombies were either nude or wearing only rags.
You find on the huge human his black plate armor, his greataxe and 80 GP.

The black plate armor appears to be finely made,
while the greataxe is very finely made and ... extraordinary !

The halfling woman drags the armor and greataxe over to the Goliath. "Can you use either of these two things?" She holds up the armor and the axe as best she can.

Bhelmyr says to Elora, "I'll dig. But first, does anyone mind if I take something to remember him by?" He examined the Bandish's possessions for any keepsakes that look they would have carried sentimental or better yet, religious value. He left anything of a more material value behind.

Bandish carried :
- mace
- dagger
- leather armor
- explorers pack
- druidic focus : necklace of animal teeth
- set of alchemist's supplies
- shovel
- iron pot
- set of common clothes
- belt pouch containing: 10 GP

Bhelmyr will take the necklace of animal teeth. He'll put in in his pack, then begin digging a hole, 6 feet deep.

Matrim will put on the cloak and hold the axe brought to him by Myra. He gives a few test swings to feel its balance.

While Bhelmyr digs a hole (at the base of the hill?),
Matrim puts on the cloak and swings the greataxe around.
The greataxe feels very balanced.
Perhaps even a little too balanced, as though it is extraordinary !

"Can anyone use plate armor?" Myra asks with the armor still in hand.

Matrim will hold onto the items to investigate them further.

"I fear the plate would not let me be as effective during battle. Thank you for bringing it over to me though Myra.

You said the ghosts are still there, Elora? Good. Are we staying here until first light then?
As for her..."

Matrim spends some time collecting rags from the fallen zombies, then binds and gags Nija with them. Firmly (hogtied, for a convenient handle for carrying later).

Myra took a good look at the armor as she continued holding it. "Perhaps this armor could fetch a pretty coin, then, although I'll look mighty silly carrying it around with me. Anyone have the room and ability to carry it for me?"
Hogtying got me lol. Nicely done Matrim.

Holding the dagger in his hand, the half elf looked around with a sniff, and began walking around, seemingly looking for something. Searching the west first, he circled around to the east, and as he started coming back with a dispointed look, coming near the hill, he cracked into a smile, running over.

He knelt down, grabbing a pack, and several items, he shouldered the pack, let out a whoop of glee seeing the whip. Connecting it to his belt, he shouldered his pack and grabbed a small brass bottle with a lead stopper attached with a little string.


Coming back, he smiled. "At least i got my gear back...as well as this." holding up the bottle.

He looks around at the others. "Can anyone find out if items have magical properties?" he said, placing his old dagger in his pack and strapping the new one to his hip.

"Perhaps miss Elora can. Miss Elora can you detect magic at all?" Myra looked to the woman with hope in her eyes.

Elora is happy to cast detect magic and
can confirm the following items have magical properties :

- the cloak worn by Matrim
- the greataxe held by Matrim
- the dagger held by Raieylan
- the small brass bottle held by Raieylan

After Matrim has firmly hogtied Nija, He will say:

"If you can bundle the plate together securely I might be able to carry both it and Nija to town tomorrow for you Myra. But for now, while we wait, I will look after some of my wounds."

Matrim will use some time to heal (short rest since I am assuming first light is some time off)

Hit dice:
Matrim Rogthor rolled 10 using 1d12+2
Matrim Rogthor rolled 3 using 1d12+2

Matrim healed for 13 HP, bio updated

Raieylan was not suprised the dagger was magical in nature, but was at the bottle. He looks at the others. "I don't know about you, but I could use a rest....I've been tied up for a while and could use some food and water."

He sat on the side of the hill, and while taking out some dried rations and waterskin from his pack, examining the dagger while he did

"Thank you Miss." Myra says gratefully before wrapping the armor up next to her pack and laying down next to them. "Thank you, Matrim. I'm just gonna rest here a bit before anything else happens."
Myra will take a short rest if possible while Bhelmyr digs. She's gonna use a hit die.
22:04, Today: Myra Highbrow rolled 8 using 1d8+1.  Hit Die Roll.
Player healed by 8 HP, Bio updated by player.

The adventurers and Elora take a short rest until the first rays of light of the new day
bathe the area in beautiful greens and yellows.

30th Readying, 586CY

During the short rest :

Myra holds the bottle,
learning that it is an Eversmoking Bottle (DMG 168).

Raieylan holds the dagger,
learning that it is Venom's Bite.
A +1 dagger (+1 to hit and damage), damage is 1d4 piercing, plus (potentially) poison, range if thrown is 20/60.
A standard action can be used to magically coat the dagger with poison.
Poison effects : DC 15 Con save or take extra 2d10 poison damage.
Pass the save = no poison damage.
Poison can only be applied once/day (refreshes at dawn).

Matrim holds the cloak,
learning that it is a Cloak of Displacement (DMG 158).

(The greataxe remains unidentified, for now.)

Elora spends time during the short rest praying while Bhelmyr buries Bandish.
She then goes about the gruesome task of collecting the zombie bits-and-pieces,
piling them in a heap to the east of the hill.

In the morning Elora says to the adventurers,
"I don't know what to do with those zombie parts.
I fear they may attract wild animals while I attempt to perform a cleansing ritual.
The ritual shouldn't take more than an hour."

The adventurers will notice that Nija's eyes are now open.
Nija struggles a little bit ... then gives up, choosing instead to remain still and silent ...
... glaring at the adventurers with her evil tiefling eyes.

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Please update your BIO with your post-healing HP,
and new HP total if you leveled up.
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the half elf examined the dagger as he ate. After a time, he looked at the halfling who took the bottle. "Though a nice dagger, you may be better siuted to this than i. It is keen and light, due to it's enchantment, and if i'm not mistaked, has some ability with poison." He held it out to her.

"If you would like it, take it...else i will use it"

He looked over to the waking woman and managed a half smile. "It seems your other guest is awake...though not too happy" The half elf stood, leaving his pack where it was.

"I'll start moving moving the parts...you focus on the cleansing." With that he started moving them away from the clearing, piling them for burning. He looks at the woman. "Behave....i'd hate to have to kill you on such a nice day."

Bhelmyr spent quite some time digging before gently lowering Bandish into the ground. He was in a dark mood, "I just buried another friend because of her. She would have opened a rift that would bring untold death and destruction to these lands. Her happiness is far from my concern. She may prove to be a threat to the world still. I say we give her one chance to convince us why we shouldn't bury her right next to Bandish." Sure enough, Bhelmyr had, in fact, dug two holes: One for Bandish, and a bigger one for Nija.

Hearing her friend speak so darkly scared Myra for she knew Bhelmyr good hearted. Trying not to draw too much attention to herself Myra accepted the dagger humbly saying, "I would appreciate the dagger. Thank you very much." Then sat admiring it for a moment before strapping it into place within easy reach on her chest.

"Now if i'm reading this tingling sensation right, then this cloak should make someone harder to hit during battle! Does anyone think they could use this cloak more efficiently than I? I'm up to discuss who this goes to."

"Up until now I've only really done ranged combat, but with this dagger I'm more inclined for close combat." Myra put her hand over the dagger as she spoke. "Either way, however I already have one magic item being said dagger, so I'd vote if we have another close combat combatant in our group or if not then to our handy healer." She gestured to Bhelmyr. "Spread the wealth as it were. Speaking of spreading the wealth, who's up for splitting the gold we looted from the enemy? I got 80 gold from the big oaf back there."

Raieylan handed over the dagger with a smike and nod. In truth he would have used the dagger as a back up weapon. He looked at the cloak and smiled. It too would be useful to him, but in the hand of a warrior it could be used more.

"Keep the cloak friend...you could use it better than I. But if you would Myra, I will take the bottle. Not much of use, but maybe next we get to town, may fetch some coin."

Now with his gear, he had a whip and normal dagger, his scimitar now nowhere to be seen.

"So...what have I stumbled into here?

"I'll keep it if Bhelmyr refuses it. Ill ask him once he is in a better mood though.

You, friend, have stumbled into an adventuring party, keen on protecting the everlasting life of two elven lovers.

Well, thats the current job anyway."

Matrim grins at Elora and begins to thumb his pipe full of tobacco.

"But what about you? Running in from the sides out of the smoke like a madman? With a flashy sword that is now nowhere."

Myra said, "Of course." as she handed Raieylan back the bottle from before.

The half elf smiled as he took the bottle, putting it back in his pack. He smiled at the dwarf. "The running was as much from the zombies as much towards you. I was tied up and guarded. luckily for my more unusual skills I was able to slip away, and the sword, let's say, has a handy hiding spot "

He held his arm out as water seemed to come from nowhere, and in a moment, was in the shape of his sword. Giving it a swing, he held ut up, where it again turned into water and disappeared.

"Handy trick." he muttered with a smile.

The Goliath leaned back onto the rock he chose as a back rest.

"Handy trick indeed..." he muttered around his pipe. "But how were you caught in the first place? Was it by our hogtied friend here?" Matrim indicates Nija with his head.

The half elf looked over to the armored beast they fought. "I was camping one night on the road, just after dinner with a pair of humans. this guy came in with zombies all around us. The two humans died, but i fought as best I could. in the end 4 zombies piled on me as he knocked me out."

He again looked at him and sneered. "Glad you took him out."

"Then I commend you on your bravery. I apologise for not giving you the satisfaction of the kill.

Where does your road lead now?"

The half elf smiled. "as long as he's dead, that's all that matters. As for my path, yet to know that."

Matrim nods and puffs quietly and contentedly on his pipe.

I really want a pipe but its too damn hot right now where I live.

As the adventurers discusses the loot (and other things), Elora performs a cleansing ritual.
She walks slowly around the top of the hill, praying, sprinkling holy water, sometimes dancing.
It looks a bit strange to those unused to the ways of elven clerics.

When she is finished, she approaches the adventurers, saying,
"I think our time here is finished. Due to my ... circumstances, I don't feel safe venturing back to Greyhawk City right now,
and so may travel south to Hardby to visit some old friends.
There's still the question of what to do with her." Elora gestures towards Nija.

She continues, "Oh! Before I forget ... here's the one-hundred gold pieces I owe you for your services."
Elora hands Bhelmyr a pouch containing 10 platinum pieces.

It is early morning.
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"I will defer to the rest of you on what to do about her. I have no personal stake in this so I will abstain."

As for Gold, we got a total of:

10 pp
210 gp (130 from Nija, 80 from Gorbundus)

Divided by us present (Myself, Bhelmyr, Kvan, Myra, and Raieylan for helping us) it comes to:

2 pp each
42 gp each

"There is also the 10 gold that Bandish had, though I would suggest using that for rooms or boat storage or even a round of drinks and food. If you all have different ideas, or dispute my maths, please speak up.

Elora, if you ever need help and see this crest (Matrim holds his crested pipe so she can study it) tell them you are a friend of the Bear-Breaker and they will help. I do not wish to see you work with the types you were with before."

Matrim flashes a small grin of anticipation, possibly for a good old fashioned beat-down?

Myra accepted her share and put it in her pouch. Then her focus turned to Nija, "I have no interest in the witch. I say we turn her into the authorities and just let them handle her."

Raieylan was not expecting the share of the gold, but nodded and placed it in a pouch. "As long as you'll have me, i'll tag along with you."

He looked at Nija. "There's a couple of hungry zombies around....tie her, gag her and let them have a feast, but first remove all her gear and clothes.....can't make it too easy on her."

He looked at Myra. "I think the authorities may not be a good idea though....her powers she would be free and causing havoc within a day, and i don't want innocent blood on my hands caused by her.......leave her to rot, or kill her."

"While I am still abstaining, I have learned through hard experience that if you leave someone alive and expect them to die, they will often come around to bother you further. Just my two coppers."

"I'm not usually one for murder, but if it's to save the greater good then I suppose we must off her. She already took one of our own. How many more will die if she doesn't? I say we kill her and bury her with her zombies, tied up of course." Myra didn't like the idea, but she was angry that one of their own had fallen at the hands of this witch.

Before Myra had even finished her second sentence, Bhelmyr cast Sacred Flame on Nija from where he stood, next to Bandish's final resting place.

Nija's hands and feet are bound, so if she can make a reflex save at all, it would be with disadvantage. DC 14 if you need it.

23:40, Today: Bhelmyr Godstouched rolled 14 using 2d8.  Sacred Flame Damage.

Nija grimaces as the sacred flame engulfs her prone body.
She falls unconscious, again.

You could bonk her on the head with the shovel ...

"Couldn't let her take an opportunity to recover and escape while we were deciding what to do. She clearly had nothing to say to us. Sparing her was a mistake." Bhelmyr explains.  "Now that she's unconsious, her death shall be merciful, unlike Bandish's. "May this light purify your soul!" He cast the spell again, to ensure she rose no more.

Bhelmyr slaughters Nija Necrosis the Necromancer,
as she lays helplessly tied up at his feet.

Nija is dead.

(I have already given XP for defeating her.)

Raieylan looked on, not knowing the full story of the woman, but knowing the danger of necromantic arts. Though he had no reason to believe this group over her, the fact that several zombies attacked him lent towards the woman being evil.

He looked on expressionless.

"Tactically it was wise. I usually don't go for killing unarmed people, women at that, but if she was the one who made this undead army, then better we do it now....not only save others lives, but our own."

He looked at the sorcerer and nodded his support for the decision.

Myra remained silent. She was a bit unsettled by how eager Bhelmyr was to do that job, but in the end, she supposed, it was justified.

Bhelmyr had a pained look on his face. Despite the swiftness with which he performed Nija's execution, it clearly hadn't been easy on him. "I don't normally kill unarmed people, either, but it had to be done. Her actions threatened the whole region, if not the world. Besides, Raieylan, you should know better than most: a spellcaster is never unarmed. I took a huge risk leaving her ungagged, in the hopes she could tell us if she was working with anyone else. That's the main reason I kept her from dying in the first place. Her silence proved she had no intention of turning over a new leaf."

Raieylan looked at the body of the woman and only nodded. "I am not a normal spellcaster, per say. My gifts are as a result of an external source....an agreement if you will. But i know all too well that magic can be devastating, and even someone who looks unarmed, is very dangerous."

He shook his head and looked at the others. "Let us not dwell on this.....and let us leave this place. Find a more advantageous camp so i can learn of my new friends and what lies ahead."

"We could begin on our way back to the Inn?"

As he stands, Matrim reaches out to give Bhelmyr a reassuring pat on his shoulder.

Bhelmyr looked up at Matrim and said, "After we bury Nija. Unburied necromancers just seem like a terrible idea. If anyone else has a shovel, filling in the grave won't take but a moment. Then we should probably make sure those zombies Raieylan escaped from can't cause anyone any more trouble."

After Nija's body has been buried Myra will follow the rest of the group.

Raieylan nods at the wisdom of Bhelmyr, and helps him bury the body and take care of tbe remaining zombies without comment.

Then he follows the group

Matrim watches on, and is ready to help with the zombies if needed.

As they go near to the area where the zombies were last seen Myra holds her new dagger at the ready.

Kvanlanir will help take out the two remaining wandering zombies.
Once that is taken care of, the adventurers and Elora begin heading back towards Greyhawk City.
The adventurers eventually say their goodbyes to Elora, as she breaks away from the group and begins traveling southwards, towards Hardby.

The adventurers reach the eastern Druid's Gate of Greyhawk City near noon.
The day is overcast, but not cold.
A slow stream of travellers comes in and out of the gates.
Most look like locals, farmers, families, and an occassional patrol of city-employed mounted guards.

"Food, ale, and a bed?" Matrim inquires of the group.

The half elf recently joined with the group smiled at Matrim. "That, my friend, is the best idea i have heard in a long time. A decent feed and drink, followed by some rest and I will be a new man!"

He looked at the two bottles at his hip, the new eversmoking bottle, and his original bottle gifted to him from his patron.

"After a rest, i might see about selling this bottle too."

[Private to DM: <OOC: I've had a busy few days....i'll change Raieylan's genie within the next day or so to reflect the changes we discussed.>]

"I think I might join you, Raieylan. I have interest in looking to see what I can afford. Perhaps something nifty for our next job. As for tonight, food, drink, sleep, sounds fine by me."

"Sounds good. Blue Dragon?" Bhelmyr replies. His mood seems to have lightened, but not by much.

"Where else?" Matrim says with a grin.

After a moment, Matrim adds "Tomorrow I think ill tag along too. I want to find a leather worker for a custom order. And to see if I can sell an axe."

The adventurers make their way through the Artisan Quarter of the City of Greyhawk,
to the Foreign Quarter, finally arriving at The Blue Dragon Inn.

Felipe (barkeep) is in his usual position (behind the bar), busy serving drinks for his lunchtime patrons,
while serving girls and kitchen staff carry plates of food and drink through the moderately busy room.

Felipe warmly welcomes the adventurers with kind words and a smile,
gesturing them towards a free table near the fireplace.

Entering The Blue Dragon Inn after being away for a day,
the adventurers (except Raieylan) remember Felipe's words from two days ago,
concerning various rumours :

(Flashback !)

"Heard some strange rumours going around town. Had a merchant eat lunch here today. He said he was planning on taking a wagon-load of wares north to Elmshire, but was hesitant due to hearing that there's been residents going missing from the town. Elmshire's mainly halflings, see. This merchant thinks it's some kind of monster from the Nyr Dyv (big lake to the north), but I don't believe that. Probably just couldn't swim, little fellows. He asked me if I knew anyone who would be interested in accompanying him on the trip, as bodyguards. Goes by the name Thindamus and has a market stall here in town, if you wanted to talk to him."

"Had some of the local militia through last night. Rag-tag looking group. Seems like the city is recruiting anyone they can. They said the militia was on a recruitment boost due to increased paranoia over that madman Rary who fled south-east to the Bright Desert. Remember he killed Otiluke and Tenser at the signing of the treaties at the end of the war a-year-or-so ago? 'Course you remember! The whole city remembers. Anyway, Otiluke and Tenser are dead, Rary fled, and everyone's getting paranoid. Doesn't help that there's talk of a mad mage breaking into one of the Star Cairns in the Abbor-Alz mountains to the south-east, intent on raising an army of the dead. I don't know if that's Rary, or someone else."
(Otiluke, Tenser and Rary were members of the mage council known as The Circle of Eight. Other members are Nystul, Otto, Drawmij, Bigby, Jallarzi.)

"Militia also told me about increased bandit activity near the small town of Hardby, to the south, along the river. Seems like lots of folk are getting desperate and turning to a life of crime."

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Of course, the adventurers have the option to do whatever they like.
Shopping, exploring parts of the city, sleeping the day away, etc.
It is early afternoon.

The half elf, his first time in the blue dragon inn, smiled at Felipe with a nod. "My greetings master Felipe....my name is Raieylan. Your friends found me at an opertune time."

He reached into a pouch and placed some coins on the bar. "Their meal and first round is on me." He looked at them all with a nod. "....its the least I can do."

<OOC: since I wasn't present I don’t know about the previous offers.>

[Private to DM: being a warlock, would I know about the eight and the betraying and death of
Otiluke and Tenser by Rary?]

"Thank you for the meal, Raieylan." In reaction to the memory Myra straighten up in her seat. "Hardby, isn't that where Miss Elora went? She was trying to get away from ruffians wasn't she?"

Matrim nods his thanks to Raieylan, and settles himself for a good meal.

"I hope trouble does not follow her around."

"No kidding. I wish her the best." Myra took a big gulp of her drink as she sat across from Matrim.

"Many thanks, Raieylan," Bhelmyr said as he accepted the food and drink. Before he took a swig, he said, "To Bandish! Size of a halfling, and every bit as brave! May he rest eternally somewhere beautiful, surrounded by the nature he adored!"

After Myra mentioned Elora, he said, "Think we should head that way to make sure nothing terrible befalls her?"

"We could see what the militia would offer for reward for our services."

"Sounds like a grand plan there Matrim." Myra says as her stuffs food into her mouth.
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Raieylan simply nodded at the thanks of his new team mates as he ate, he listened to their tales of Elora.

"Who is Elora?"

"Elora was the woman with us during the fight then she headed on her way as we reached here." Myra scarfed down the last of her food, then downed her drink.

Matrim will call Felipe over to their table, to ask about who to contact in the militia about the banditry activity by Harby.

Felipe has a few moments spare to reply to Matrim's question.

"Well, the City Watch Station in each quarter of the city has a sergeant who reports directly to Derider Fanshen, the Constable of Greyhawk, who in turn reports to Sental Nurev, the Captain-General of the Watch.

I would assume that Derider Fanshen or one of his underlings would take care of compensating adventurers for their good deeds, but your first port-of-call would probably be to speak to a sergeant at the City Watch Station here in the Foreign Quarter of the city, rather than trudging up the hill past the High Quarter to the Citadel and trying to get an appointment with Derider, hahaha !"

"Thank you Felipe, Thank you."

Matrim turns back to his friends.

"So we have a name and a place to find someone. Should we rest today, or hit the road? Think we can do all of our shopping in this quarter? Or shop and leave tomorrow?"

Greyhawk knowledge :

There are regular shops throughout the city, selling groceries, clothes, weapons, etc, etc. The price and quality will vary depending upon which quarter of the city you are in. The Blue Dragon Inn (and the adventurers) are in the Foreign Quarter, which is a middle-class quarter. The lower-class quarters are the River Quarter and the Old City (Thieves' Quarter and Slums).

In the upper-class part of town (High Quarter and Garden Quarter) there is the High Market (specifically in the High Quarter) where more exotic and expensive things can be found for sale. It is an outside market, a maze of elegant awnings and stalls. Merchants from out-of-town, or those able to bring expensive goods into the city, often set up a stall in the High Market.

"I think a good rest would be nice for the rest of today that way we can get an early start on the day tomorrow." After the group decides what to do she agrees with them and then gathers her vials out of her bag. She then finds herself a good spot at the side of the room and starts projecting her voice as best as she could, "Halfling Luck, get your Potion of Halfling Luck here! Only 20 gold a vile! Cheaper that any potion of health you're likely to find! Halfling Luck here!"

Raieylan nodded at the wisdom of the others.....after such a long trip, and his ordeal, he was more than willing to rest for the night. He sat in his chair, watching Myra hawk her wares, and couldn't help but smile. He took a drink and spoke to the others.

"Maybe we can get to the high market tomorrow....i may find a buyer for this bottle there, and anything you need to sell." He looked at his own bottle there.

"...i may even find a worthy replacement for my scimitar." he mused to himself.

As Myra sells her luck, Matrim will continue chatting and smoking his pipe. After a couple of pleasent hours in the common room, Matrim will head to his room and study the new greataxe before he sleeps for the night.

Let me know if I ever need to top up the tobacco pouch. I assume I dont have a pouch of endless tobacco haha

Let me know how much for all rooms needed as Party Funds can take care of tonight.
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Expenses for the evening:
Room : 5sp
Meal : 3sp
Ale : 4cp (mug) or 2sp (gallon)

There is 76 copper (7.6 sp) left on the tab for The Blue Dragon Inn,
so some adventurers may have to pitch in and pay their own way
(and/or deduct from party funds).

Who will pay for rooms / meals ?
Who is willing to share a room ?

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Matrim does notice his tobacco pouch is almost empty.
Restocking it should only cost a few silver pieces, though.

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As Myra is hawking her wares one of the serving "girls", a woman in her 30s, passes by, carrying a tray of drinks for a group of rowdy patrons. The patrons are pleased to receive their drinks, laughing and joking with the serving woman. She returns their laughter and politely explains that she is busy working and cannot join them for "some fun", now or at a later time in the evening. She continues on her way back to the kitchen.

After a few minutes she passes by Myra again, carrying another tray. This time she pauses and turns to listen to Myra, before setting her tray down on a nearby table.

She comes close to Myra and says, "Dear halfling, I really could do with some of that halfling luck right now. It's been a struggle here in the city lately. The influx of refugees after the wars has cost the city treasury, causing taxes to raise. Most common workers have had to tighten their belts. The landlords have been raising the rent across the city and the price of a lot of common essentials has increased, too. But you probably know all this.

"If only my dear Arnold was still with me, we would have two incomes. He was a member of the city watch, see, but felt it his duty to fight against the evil of the forces invading the nearby kingdom of Furyondy. 'It'll be Greyhawk next, dear.', he would say when I begged him not to go. Blast that war! So many lives lost and all for this fragile peace which could end at any time."

She takes Myra's hand in her own, holding it gently, tears in her eyes. "Dear halfling, if you could see fit to let me have ... perhaps a small vial ... or maybe I can pay you over time from my wages here at the Inn ... and then maybe my luck would change. I may be able to get more work here, or find some money somehow, or ... or ... I don't know ... I just wish I could afford those new shoes for young Arnold junior that he needs so badly."

At this moment a pair of chain-mail clad men call out to the serving woman.
"Hey, girl, you bringing those drinks over here now or next week?"

The serving woman quickly wipes tears from her eyes with her apron and picks up her tray.
She mumbles to Myra, "I'm sorry for wasting your time, dear.", before hurrying away to continue work.

<OOC: Raieylan Will pay for his own room if needed.>

Raieylan, sitting near enough to the woman to hear the conversation, seemed to all that he was just content with his meal and drink. His ears however, took in every word of the woman as she spoke.

He looked at the group as she spoke, then when she left, walked up and whispered to Myra.

[Private to Myra Highbrow: See what you can find out about this war and the taxes....something feels wrong about it to me....maybe those soldiers over there."]

He returns to the seat, draining his mug of ale, and placed his hand up for the serving girl. "Miss, another mug of ale please, and a moment of your time."

As she comes closer, he sits forward and speaks softly to her. "I heard your tale ma'am.....i can sympathise. My upbringing was not the most lucrative and i fought for my meals." He looked at Myra, and then the woman again, reaching into his pouch, he pulled out a few coins. The first few were 9 silver pieces. "This is for my meal and a room for the night."

The last coin was silver in color, but not a silver coin. "this, is for you and your son. Feed him and get him shoes. And never rely on luck....make your own. My friend is skilled, that is for sure, but you need more than luck to win this out."

He places the platinum coin in her hand. "In return, when you are free, tell me more about these wars, the refugees and the taxes. Perhaps we can help."

[Private to DM: Given 1 PP to the woman]

Myra waits and watches the girl serve the obnoxious men, then when she is done Myra approaches her. "My dear girl, someone in need is never a waste of my time. Come over and speak with me when you have the free time." Then Myra will go join Raieylan at the table and wait. She could return to selling her vials at a later time, unless someone approaches her about them.

After approximately ten more minutes, the serving woman returns to where Raieylan and Myra are seated. Sitting down at the table, she again says to Myra, "I am sorry for blathering on about my problems earlier. 'Twas unfair to spoil your evening like that. Nobody wants to be reminded of problems and hardships, especially in places like this where people come to forget such things ... "

As Raieylan presses the coins into her hands she initially protests, "No, sir, I cannot accept this ... ", but once she sees that he has given her a platinum piece she gasps, then bursts into tears.

Sobbing, embarrassed, and wiping her tears with her apron, she accepts the generous gift from Raieylan, saying, "This is ... unbelievable. My thanks, kind sir, but it's far too much to give to the likes of me ... are you sure this is acceptable?"

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The adventurers would have noticed (or heard about) the existance of many refugees arriving in the city after the recent wars. Small tent-villages have sprung up in lower-class areas, outside the city walls, and on the grounds of some of the good-aligned temples. Such temples have been providing food for many refugees, in-part paid for by the city. Due to an increase in the unemployed city population, crime has increased, resulting in an increased cost of law enforcement. Thus, overall, taxes have increased slightly, but not drastically.

The half elf, until recently, was living day by day....in fact meeting this group had given him purpose.

He smiled at the woman and simply nodded. "I know how something as simple as this can change a life. You promise me that you look after your boy and teach him about his father and that's all the payment I need."

He sat at the table, hands crossed. He had not been near a major town in a while, and his last long stay was his father's nomadic village. He had little knowledge of the war other than the merchants he had met on the road.

He looked at the others....the wars had hurt everyone, but what little he could do? Maybe protecting others, or following this group would change everything

Matrim stops by the bar to settle the room bill for the evening out of the party funds before heading to his room. He left before the serving woman came back.

3 gp given to Felipe (rooms & tip)
(A room for Matrim, Bhelmyr, Myra, Raieylan, and Kvan each)

From his own funds, Matrim gives 3 sp to restock his tobacco pouch.

"We were heading towards the crime area after we were done tomorrow anyways, weren't we? Perhaps we can be of some use. A little help there may bare a little help here. Don't you think?" Myra kept her voice low, but still loud enough for those at the table to hear.

Bhelmyr looks approvingly at Raieylan's generosity. He himself, will order a meal, and pay 5sp for it, telling the woman the excess is for her, as he has every meal he has purchased since coming to the city. After eating, he will thank Matrim for keeping track of the party gold, and go to his room early, where he will spend an hour each, studying items he had been carrying since the dungeon at the Bearded Wizard:
Dagger, Magical
Leather Strap, magical
Wand of Secrets (if you can do that with wands without wasting charges)

The serving woman again thanks Raieylan, saying,
"Yes, kind sir. I promise that the money will be put towards buying young Arnold junior what he needs, as well as towards my rent.
I may even buy myself a new dress."
She seems in much better spirits as she continues her work for the evening.

The evening is otherwise uneventful.
The minstral/bard (sorry I haven't mentioned him yet) packs up his lute and retires to his room upstairs.

Bhelmyr decides to retire to his room early to study the magical devices he obtained some while ago.

Felipe will inform the adventurers that the Inn has seven rooms upstairs, five of which are available to the adventurers.

Kvanlanir chooses to take room 4,
while rooms 1,3,6 and 7 remain available.

Adventurers, please decide upon which room you which to occupy for the night.

To the rear of the Inn (north on the map) is a back-yard area, with some crates, barrels, and a fence.
Beyond the fence is a back alley.
To either side of the Inn (east/west on the map) is a narrow alley, then the next building over.
Buildings on both sides of the Inn are two-storey, like the Inn.
To the front of the Inn (south on the map) is the street.

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Please check out the MAP.

Matrim will take room 1.

Does Bhelmyr still have a room from helping Felipe? He'll take a morning shift as a bouncer, bartender, cleaning up, whatever, if it helps.

Bhelmyr doesn't have a permanent room anymore,
as you've been out adventuring a lot over the last month or two.

Okay, Bhelmyr will take room 3, and offer to share the bed with whoever doesn't mind (in a purely platonic manner. Given his heritage, he takes a surprisingly dim view of inter-species romance. Or maybe not surprising, considering his celestial blood made him an outcast.)

Myra will take room 6.

(Bhelmyr, there's two beds in room 3, so no need to cozy up with a goliath or halfling ... )

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The adventurers retire to their respective rooms.

(Matrim pushes the two beds in room 1 together,
to accomodate his huge body.)

Before climbing into bed, Bhelmyr is able to discern the following from his new (old) magic items :

Dagger
- slightly curved blade, carved wooden hilt, very nice!
- grants +1 to hit and +1 to damage.

Leather Strap
- appears as an ordinary strap of leather approximately 30cm (12”) in length.
- when wrapped about the hilt of a weapon, converts the weapon into a +1 (hit and damage) weapon.

Wand of Secrets
- finds secret doors and traps.
- as per the entry on page 211 of DMG.

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DM rolled 19 using 1d20+11.  ??? stealth
DM rolled 21 using 1d20+11.  ??? stealth
DM rolled 15 using 1d20+7.  ??? sleight of hand
DM rolled 21 using 1d20+11.  ??? stealth

As Myra is drifting off to sleep she is hazily aware of a peculiar smell.
Realizing that something is amiss, Myra opens her eyes and sits up.

Myra finds her room is partially filled with a strange green noxious gas !

Quickly looking about, Myra is able to see a small vial sitting on the floor, near the closed door.
The strange green noxious gas seems to be escaping from the small vial.

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Myra will need to make a CON save at advantage right now.

If Myra ventures any closer towards the vial she will enter the thickness of the green gas,
and need to make another CON save (no advantage/disadvantage).

(The windows are stained-glass green and blue, quite beautiful.
They are closed (and locked) from the inside.
They are able to be opened, if need be.

The doors are closed and can be locked from either side.
Each adventurer has been given a key to their room, to lock them from the inside, if need be.)

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Please check out the MAP.

Before going to bed, Bhelmyr will wrap the strap around the hilt of his battleaxe.

Myra tries her best to make it to the farthest window from the gas and unlock, open, and escape through it. 14:49, Today: Myra Highbrow rolled 11 using 2d20+1, dropping the lowest dice only.  Con Save.

Myra struggles to stay conscious as she scrambles to the western window.
Myra fumbles with the lock and latch,
finally opening the window and sticking her head outside into the fresh air ...
... as unconsciousness overtakes her.

Time passes ...

Morning comes ...

Myra remains unconscious (though the other adventurers do not know this).

An early-rising adventurer (not sure who) who tries the door to their Inn room finds the door locked
(or unlocked if you left it unlocked),
but there is some resistance to opening it.

The door can only be opened a few inches.
A length of rope can be seen through the gap, running horizontally.
Feeling around the door to the knob on the other side, the rope can be felt ...
... it is wrapped around the door knob and securely tied !

An adventurer who sticks their face into the gap to have a look into the hallway
sees the length of rope continues onto the next doorknob.

Someone has tied all the doorknobs in the hallway together,
(down one side of the hallway, across the hallway, then up the other side of the hallway)
tight enough to prevent a quick exit from the Inn rooms.

Sorry forgot to say Myra did lock her door.

That's ok, still happens.
The ??? made decent sleight of hand (etc) rolls.

<OOC: Raieylan would have locked his door.>

Raieylan went to bed in a comfortable bed for the first time in weeks, and when he did, he slept well, his dreams of sand, a certain air patron and his family.

When he woke, he lay in bed for a bit, looking at the roof. He got up and dressed and went to open the door when it stopped.

He narrowed his eyes, and peaked out, looking at the rope tied  to the other door. "What in the nine hells..." he muttered

With a sigh, he held his arm out, a mist erupting  turning into his scimitar, and reached through to cut the rope.

*sliice*

Raieylan cuts the rope with no problem,
allowing the door to move freely.

Raieylan pulled open the door, and cut the ropes, slamming on the doors. "Someone tied us in....everybody up!"

The adventurers hear Raieylan slamming on the doors of their respective Inn rooms.

Myra hears it too ... though it is a distant, dream-like sound, as she struggles to regain consciousness.
(Myra is slowly regaining consciousness, but she's very woozy.)

Bhelmyr woke around the same time as Raieylan, and had just finished getting into his armor before he heard the knocking and shouting. He went out into the hall to see what was up.
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When Myra was knocked unconscious everything went black enveloping her in a darkness she had never seen before, but still somehow felt familiar. As the thoughts of her being trapped set in and the hopelessness started to take over Myra hears a faint echo. She nearly ignores it thinking its nothing, but then she hears it again this time louder and stronger. The darkness fades as she slowly opens her eyes, realizing they had been closed all this time. Her head pounds like someone pounding on a bell, but as she comes to she hears Raieylan's words and starts to remember. She feels woozy and sick as she tries to move, but she fights through it as best she can making her way to the door. She gives the broken vial on the floor a glare before reaching her destination and pushing the door free. She heads for the hallway.

Raieylan looks on as Bhelmar comes out, and nods to him.  The door opposite his opens and Myra stumbles out. "Someone tied our dorrs shut to trap us...." he pauses mid sentence as he notices Myra's poor condition, and steps to her side, holding her up.

"What happened?"

"Stupid green smoke..." Myra says as she rubs her head with her free arm. "Thanks." She uses his arm to try and stand up straighter (or rather keep herself from falling down again).

Matrim comes out, smashing through the door. Seeing his friends all up, he does relax a little, but still shows concern mixed with rage at their current situation. He is holding Bone Breaker, seeming to test its balance and weight.

Raieylan, still holding Myra, furrows his brow. "Green smoke.....ok, explain."

"Someone threw a vial of something into my room. When it broke it released a green smoke that knocked me out." Myra said trying to find her own strength, but still feels sick.

Seeing that Myra is being taken care of, Matrim will go into Myra's room, and look out of the window to see if he can see anyone staring up at the room.

Perception: Matrim Rogthor rolled 19 using 1d20

Bhelmyr does a quick head count, and shouts, "Kvanlir? You okay?" as he bangs on Kvan's door.

Kvanlanir also emerges from his room,
a puzzled look upon his face.

From room 2 emerges a portly man wearing a large fur cloak (and not much else).
He splutters "Wha-! What's all this ruckus !?"

Matrim investigates Myra's room.
Looking out the window he sees nothing but the empty narrow alleyway between the two buildings,
lit by the first rays of sunlight for the day.

Looking around Myra's room, he sees that her pack is open and it's contents strewn about.

Myra is feeling terrible, but is able to also investigate her room.
She finds her open pack, and that five of her potions of "halfling luck" are missing.

"My potions! Why if I get my hands on tho... whoa." She leans back on Raieylan more heavily than before knowing that without his help she would be back on the floor.

As Matrim comes out of Myra's room, his voice, now low and gravelly instead of its usual boisterousness, asks "Did you notice if it was just our rooms, or all rooms on this floor Raieylan?"

The half elf held his sword wide, where it turned into a mist and vanished. He looked at Myra. "How potent are those potions?"

He looked at the goliath. "It was all rooms...but all this trouble to steal potions and poison Myra, just doesn't feel right."

"Hmm, was it the person or the room that was the target. Window right over the ally makes for a good in and out." Matrim muses.

"Regardless," he continues, "Questions need answers. However, I feel that while my presence in a room can add a certain...tension, I should not be the one asking the questions this day. The night staff should be questioned. Im sure Felipe would not have an issue with that, as long as we are considerate."

Bhelmyr says, "I've worked with some of the night staff before. Maybe I should talk to them."

Myra is no doubt irradiated at the situation, after all those vials were her livelihood. "Well the jokes on them," She says through gritted teeth just loud enough so that the group could hear her, but not anyone else, "those potions don't work unless they have a blessing from the halfling who made them, but I always leave that for last right before they sell. That's a secret I keep to myself and would appreciate you do the same."

The half elf chewed his lip as he though. "What confuses me is why go to tbe trouble to poison you? They could have taken it and that's it....why the poison?"

He looked at the halfling with a nod. "Your secret is safe with me."

He then looks at Bhelmyr. "If you talk to the staff, try and ask if they saw anyone lurking after hours."

"I'll keep that in mind," says Bhelmyr. "And I won't ruin your secret, either, Myra."

"Clever trick, that. No, your secret is as good as forgotten by me."

Edit:

"If you're going to talk to them Bhelmyr, then I think ill just retire to my room until i'm needed again. Please don't hesitate to call for me. Ill be awake, just writing a letter."
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Bhelmyr says, "Well, I doubt I can talk to the night shift now. They've probably all gone home to sleep. I'll talk to Felipe, and see if I can either get their addresses, or take them aside one at a time during the shift tonight." With that, he heads downstairs.

Raieyan nods at Bhelmyr's words, and goes into Myra's room retrieving her bag. "You can rest in my room....I'll watch over you. You get some sleep."

He nodded to tbe others and placed her bag by his at the end of the bed. He then got a seat and sat down.

After Raieylan helped Myra to the bed she laid down. "Thank you." She said as Raieylan went to sit down. "And don't get any funny ideas." Raieylan could hear the wink in her voice as she closed her eyes and started to rest. Her final request was to Raieylan, "Please, if you can, wake me up so that we still have enough time to go to the shops. I'd hate to miss that even if I'm still not at my best."

Raieylan chuckled at the halflings request and just nodded. "Yes ma'am. would you like a cup of tea and your clothes warmed too when  you wake."

The half elf couldn't help but poorly supress a smile

"Tea... sounds... nice..." Myra said as she dosed off.

While Matrim returns to his room to write his letter,
Myra and Raieylan relax in Raieylan's room.

Bhelmyr walks towards the stairs with the portly man wearing a large fur cloak (and not much else) following.
The man speaks loudly to Bhelmyr as he walks,
"What is the meaning of this ?! Ropes on the floor in the hallway ? You know something, dwarf, and I intend to find out !"

(The portly man only saw the cut ropes on the floor, not the length of rope tied around the doorknobs.)

As Bhelmyr (and the portly man) make it to the stairs,
they meet Felipe, who is coming up the stairs.

The portly man continues to speak loudly,
"Ahh, good. My word, Felipe, there has been something strange going on. Perhaps your Inn is not the bastion of safety you told me it was."

Felipe stops in his tracks, looking confused and surprised.

"Sir, you really ought to go get dressed," said Bhelmyr.

"Well, what's going on?", asks Felipe as he moves past Bhelmyr and the portly man.
Felipe stops at the top of the stairs.

The portly man pulls his large fur cloak around himself in an attempt to maintain his dignity.

Bhelmyr didn't like this guy's attitude, but he was taught better than to start a fight in his friend's inn without his blessing. "Felipe, would you like me to teach this fellow to show you some respect under your roof?"

Felipe bows and replies to both Bhelmyr and the portly man,
"If our guest Humbert Lamboozeldorf the Third is displeased with the hospitalities we provide here at The Blue Dragon Inn,
then we shall get to the bottom of it !"
Felipe slams his fist into his hand.

Humbert Lamboozeldorf the Third makes a harrummph sound then stands up straight,
trying to look important despite his attire.

Humbert speaks to Felipe,
"These ... adventurers (he says the word with a derisive tone) seem to have been up to some hijinks last night.
Playing with ropes in the hallway and banging on the the doors in the morning. It's just not good enough, Felipe."

"Gods, there are three of him?" says Bhelmyr under his breath. He quickly says, out loud, "It seems someone came in last night and tied all our doorknobs together, but it wasn't any of us, I assure you. Felipe, I would like to speak to the night staff, if you don't mind, ask if anyone has seen anyone suspicious hanging around after hours."

Felipe seems surprised at the description of events and replies to Bhelmyr,
"Yes, yes, understandable. There were only two staff on last night, Yoland and Requita. Both are part of my cleaning and kitchen staff. They should still be downstairs in the kitchen now, if you want to talk to them."

(OOC : taking a bit of control of Bhelmyr to move things along ...)

Bhelmyr heads downstairs to talk to Yoland and Requita,
while Felipe places an arm around Humbert's shoulder, like an old friend, and gently leads him back towards his room.

As they walk Felipe is heard to say, "Humbert, I assure you we'll get to the bottom of this. These adventurers, though I've known them only a month or two, are trustworthy folk. I agree that it is an unfortunate fact that adventurers tend to bring their adventures with them wherever they go. Perhaps that travelling minstral saw something ... "

Bhelmyr finds Yoland and Requita in the kitchen.
They are a brother (Yoland) and sister (Requita) duo, human and aged in their mid-20s.
Upon being questioned, they shake their heads.

Yoland explains to Bhelmyr, "No, sir, I'm afraid we cannot be of much help. Requita retrieved any dishes and plates from the hallway upstairs and gave the hallway a clean (he looks to his sister, who nods) while I was tidying up the bar area. Then we spent the rest of the night cleaning the kitchen and tavern room, and preparing breakfast meals ... which we've just finished !"

Requita proudly presents Bhelmyr with a fresh plate of bacon, eggs, and a baked potato.

"Thank you Requita," says Bhelmyr as he accepts the plate.

Assuming Bhelmyr stays downstairs for a little while to eat his breakfast ...

Felipe and Humbert walk down the hallway to Humbert's room.
Humbert points to the ropes on the floor and the smashed door (of Matrim's room),
before thanking Felipe and entering his own room to get dressed, closing the door.

Felipe greets the adventurers he can see (which I believe is only Matrim, through the smashed door, and maybe Raieylan if his door is open), before knocking upon the only other unopened door, where the travelling minstral was staying.
(Adventurers may remember that there were two rented rooms unavailable to them.)

Waiting a few moments and then knocking again, Felipe eventually retrieves a key from his pocket with one hand,
while trying the doorknob with his other hand ... only to find it unlocked.

Placing the key back in his pocket, Felipe pushes the door open, to find an empty room !

Ah yes...the smashed door. Matrim will pay for that when presented the bill for it.

Felipe can be heard by Raieylan moving around in the room rented by the travelling minstral.

Soon, Felipe pokes his head into Raieylan's room and inquires,
"Ahh ... sorry to disturb you. Did you see the minstral at all? He seems to have left very early. Strange, indeed."

Raieylan, sitting quietly looked at the sleeping woman and shook his nead no. He stood and left the room, closing the door behind him so as to not disturb the halfling woman.

"I saw no one leave. When I woke early I noticed my door tied up. I was able to sever the rope with my sword, and when I went out I saw all the rooms also tied."

He looked back to his room with a look of consern. "Myra was actually attacked...there was some kind of gas left in her room and had some items of her stolen. She would say she is fine, but someone trying to steal and poison her, that could be a reason why this happened."
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Felipe ponders the recounting of events relayed by Raieylan.
"Hmmm ... well, I've checked the two other rooms that were not occupied by your group, and nothing seems broken or disturbed. Humbert was unaware of anything amiss until this morning, which leaves the missing minstral as a person of interest."

Pacing back and forth, Felipe thinks out-loud.
"Hmmm ... he said he was new in town, travelling from Furyondy (kingdom to the west) to the eastern Kingdom of Nyrond. Quite a long journey to be taking on one's own. His coin was good, though, and we were in need of music for the evening, so I let him play his instrument to help pay for his room."

Speaking once more to Raieylan, Felipe says,
"I'll have to alert the town watch about this. The robber could still be in the city, but also may very well have left by now."

Raieylan looks at Felipe with a nod. "If you need me to talk to the watch, let me know ."

He again looked at his room where tbe halfling slept. "She said her potions that were taken are useless without her blessings, but others did not know that. But for someone to steal then harm someone....well, that is a different matter."

Felipe thanks Raieylan for his information,
then returns downstairs ...

When Bhelmyr is almost finished his breakfast,
he hears Felipe talking to Yoland and Requita.

Felipe relays Raieylan's information to the duo (which Bhelmyr can hear to be accurate),
and asks them to visit the City Watch Station of the Foreign Quarter on their way home,
to inform the City Watch of the strange intruder in the Inn last night.

Yoland and Requita leave the Inn a short time later.

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Eventually (after approximately another hour) Myra will waken.
She still has a splitting headache (which will last for the rest of the day).

Matrim has finished writing his letter.

Humbert the portly man is downstairs, enthusiastically eating his breakfast.

Felipe is standing in the tavern area, speaking to a constable of the City Watch who recently arrived.

Raieylan, after helping Felipe with the issues of the previous night, found his way downstairs. When the others arrive, he already has a plate of food, eating it absently while thinking of something.

When they arrive, he smiles, welcoming them.

Myra will slowly get up and start down to where everyone else is. From the time that she sat up to the time she made it to the group she never stopped holding head. It felt as though it could roll right off, but that would be pleasant if only it would take the pain with it. She sat down at the same table as her comrades and ordered a plate of food. When it arrives she eats it with one hand as the other still holds her head in place.

By the time Myra came down, Bhelmyr had finished his breakfast, and was helping Felipe serve any late-comers who wanted breakfast after Yoland and Requita went home. "Good to see you're up and about!" he says to Myra, perhaps a bit too loudly for her comfort.

Myra groaned at the loudness then responded, "You sound as chipper as ever." She hung her head in between her two hands.

Before Matrim sits to have a hearty breakfast, he will approach Felipe about a courier.

Then he will eat with his friends, smoke a pipe, and be careful not to talk too loudly before the shopping begins.

Raieylan smiles as Bhelmar and Myra speak, finishing his meal in silence. When Matrim arrives he nods in welcome

"Just relieved. Not used to my friends being poisoned in the middle of the night. I've heard that kind of thing can be pretty nasty." Bhelmyr says, a bit more quietly.

"You're not wrong." Myra groans as she pushes her plate out of the way. "I know it won't be pleasant for me, but once everyone is ready we should start heading out." She lays her head down on her arms on the table.

Raieylan, having finished long ago, nodded. "When your ready Myra. I want to see if we can get some coin for this eversmoking bottle."

"I'll be looking for a leather-worker and someone to sell a weapon to. "

"Chances are I'll be tagging along with you, Raieylan seeing as how we're both gonna be looking for a magic shop of some sort." Myra forced her hands to her sides trying her best not to touch her head and stood up. "Let's go." She said in a trying to be excited, but determined voice.

Bhelmyr says to Raieylan and Myra, "I'll go with you two. Just give me a moment to get ready." He lets Felipe know it's time for him to go, swaps his apron for his backpack and axe (I'm assuming there's a secure place to keep them.)

OOC: I had to laugh at the mental image of an armored dwarf wearing an apron. I imagine its got some terrible dwarf joke or something on it.

Matrim will enjoy his morning ale for a few minutes after his friends leave, then head out himself to run his errands.

Matrim
- approach Felipe about a courier (for his letter)
  - Felipe is able to take care of this for Matrim, for 5 copper pieces.

- shop : leather-worker and someone to sell a weapon to

Raieylan
- shop : coin for this eversmoking bottle

Myra
- shop : tagging along with Raieylan, both looking for magic shop of some sort

Bhelmyr
- shop : goes with Raieylan and Myra

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Regarding the shopping opportunities in the Foreign Quarter of the City of Greyhawk
(where you and The Blue Dragon Inn are) :

From The City of Greyhawk boxed set (1st / 2nd edition AD&D) :
It (the Foreign Quarter) is representative of the city in miniature, with its diversity of shops ... and its mix of people from all places and all levels on the social scale.
You (a DM) can assume that there is at least one example here of every type of shop listed anywhere else in the city. And even if a type of shop isn't listed anywhere else, there is a 60% chance it can be found in this quarter. However, a passer-by is only 50% likely to know the answer.

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The adventurers could find leather, weapons, armor, and magic shops here in the Foreign Quarter.
If you were looking for maybe slightly better gear there's the High Market (in the High Quarter ... a walk).

Matrim is content to stay around the foreign quarter for his errands.

He will sell the regular great axe, and talk to a leather worker about making a harness for his greatsword and black great axe to be carried at the same time with easy switching between the two.

1 silver piece given to Felipe to ensure quality and speed. 

Raieylan tags along with Matrim to the foreign quarter, looking for a magic shop to sell the ever smoking bottle.

[Private to DM: if we sell the bottle, then maybe we can meet a person that will cause him to bow out and then make room for the cleric]

Myra will tag along with the two of them in search of a magic shop as well.

Matrim is able sell his regular greataxe for 10 gold pieces.

A leather worker has a harness available for sale for 8 gold pieces.
It is a crude harness made from the leather of multiple black and brown creatures.
When worn, it allows a creature to store two weapons on their back.
The scabby shop keeper grunts, "A relic of the wars. Scavenged from the corpse of a large two-headed-beast."

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In a shop filled with charms, trinkets and clutter,
an old crone wearing an eye-patch offers Raieylan 300 gold pieces for the eversmoking bottle.

The old crone invites you to have a look around her shop,
which is over-stocked with low-quality ceramic statues of dragons, glass balls of different colours,
candles, incense, colourful dresses, jewelry, dream catchers, etc.
The old crone says that she "also has a good selection of potions available."

Myra will take a look thru the magic items she can find in the shop to see what they are.
OOC: Looking for something to help Myra's survivability rate that isn't a potion.

"Would you be interested in a magic dagger?" Bhelmyr asks the crone.

2 gold added.

Raieylan gladly takes the gold from the ever smoking bottle and walked up beside myra. He offered the 300 gold. "You earnt this more than I....i just escaped and helped you to live. if you find something and this can help, then use it. I will take any leftover "

"Really? Are you sure? Thank you. I truly appreciate the help. I assure you this won't go to waste and of course any remaining gold is yours." She accepts the gold gratefully and puts it in her bag for safe keeping until she found something worthy.

Raieylan smiles at the halfling. "You and your friends went on this mission....i was there by chance. its only fitting you get something you can use."

The old crone says to Bhelmyr, "Let's see this magic dagger of yours, eh."

Myra takes a look through the items in the shop.
Amongst the vast array of non-magical clutter,
Myra can find :

 - potion of climbing (DMG 187) (50 gp)
 - potion of growth (DMG 187) (100 gp)
 - potion of water breathing (DMG 188) (100 gp)
 - ring of swimmimg (DMG 193) (200 gp)
 - ring of jumping (DMG 191) (200 gp)
 - ring of feather falling (DMG 191) (700 gp)
 - ring of evasion (DMG 191) (700 gp)

Suddenly the door to the old crone's shop bursts open !

A human man, wearing a chain shirt underneath a heavy green cloak, hurries into the room, past shelves of clutter, straight to Raieylan. As the human man swishes through the room, a pair of shortswords can be seen hanging from his hips.

Clasping Raieylan's shoulders, the man says, "It IS you! I thought I caught a glimpse of your reflection, upside-down and reversed, and the colour all wrong, reflected through some of the junk in this shop window!"

The man's voice becomes serious.
"Raieylan, I come from your father's village. Dire news.
He beckons your return, at once!"

Raieylan turned to the sound of the door opening, and seeing the person, his eyes widened at the human. "Karak....is that you? by the gods, its been, what - 4 years?"

He smiled and grasped his shoulders until he heard what the man said.  His face dropped at the thought. He had not seen his father in 4 years, when his mother died, and even then, his father was wounded.

"I will come at once Karak?" He turned to his friends that he had kniwn a short time. "I am sorry, but I must leave you now. Be well my friends and thank you for helping to save me. Myra....keep the gold, and when you use that dagger, think of me."

With that he turned to the man. "Follow me Karak....i will get my gear and we will leave"

Myra watched the scene unfold as this random man approached Raieylan. She heard his words and Raieylan's reply and her heart sunk a little. She hadn't known him quite at all, but he had proven to be generous and that was a trait Myra didn't easily dismiss. "Be safe. If there is anything we can do to help let us know."

Raieylan and Karak dash from the room !

Just as the two men left, a figure entered the store. The short woman stood about 5 foot 10, with a lean frame. The woman's blonde hair was just past her shoulders, framing her lightly tanned skin. Her hair barely hid her pointed ears. Her green eyes looked around and she smiled when she saw the shopkeeper. She had a tattoo of green ivy wrapping from under her left shoulder, wrapping her arm to finish at her left wrist.

Her clothes conceited of light leather boots, dark green breeches and a tunic that was sleeveless, coning up to her neck and cut short to show her lean stomach. The only weapons she had were a single dagger at her hip and a unstrung shortbow on her pack

It was obvious to all that even for an elf, this woman was young, as she stepped forward. Tbe young elf sighed  as she placed a package on the counter. "As promised lady lerissa." she said. "I would have been here earlier...i was held up on the road"

She looked at the halfling woman with a smile and nod. "excuse me....you go first, then i will speak."

Bhelmyr bid Raieylan farewell. While Myra browsed, Bhelmyr showed the +1 dagger to the crone, "It is enchanted to strike more true, and cut more sharply. Doesn't really do anything a well made dagger can't normally do though, really."

The young elf looked shocked that she interrupted the group and stepped aside. "I am sorry I interrupted you master dwarf. You go first and I will wait."

She looked at the well made dagger and raised an eyebrow. She looked around the store, smiling at Myra as she looked around as well.

The old crone cackles at Bhelmyr,
"Aha hahaha ! I'll give you 45 gold pieces for it."

Tali smiles and shakes her head at the old woman's behaviour and craftiness. "Never change Lerissa....mother would be proud." she mutters more to herself than anyone

Myra nods her head in response to the smile then overhears the young elf's words. "You have history with the crone? What might that be if you don't mind me asking?"

The young elf smiled as the halfling asked tbe question. "My mother and her are old friends. My mother supplies herbs for her potions. My mother has been ill the last few years so I have been delivering it for her."

She looked at the old woman. "I have known her about 10 years now...not long on elven years."

"Sorry to hear about your mother being ill. Hopefully she can get better soon." Myra spoke then turned her attention towards Bhelmyr waiting to see if he would sell the dagger to the old woman.

The sound Bhelmyr made was the most Dwarven thing Myra had ever seen him do, a guttural, huffing sound meant to convey something between disappointment and outrage. He said to the crone, "If I've somehow offended you madame, I apologize, but there's no excuse to be so insulting! Myra? Are we ready to go?"

Tali smiled at tbe halfling and nodded. "Thank you, but our healers can't seem to help her. after here, I am to travel to try find my uncle, her brother. He has not seen her in 40 years and she fears this may be their last time to catch up."

"Last we heard from him he was south if here, so once my business here is done south, though I must find a caravan" There was a hint of sorrow in her voice.

She looked again at Myra. "My name is Talianythn, but most cal me Tali."

"Myra..." She said gesturing at herself and then she heard Bhelmyr in his disgruntled voice. "Uh, sure. Nice meeting you Tali." Myra said as she turns to head towards Bhelmyr then stops for a moment and returns to facing the elf. "South you said?" It was as if Myra had a candle lit above her head. "We're heading that way ourselves after we finish our business in town. You should join us."

His attention momentarily away from the crone, Bhelmyr said politely, "Pardon me buttin' into the conversation, but do your healers have magic? I can cure diseases and a few other ailments."

Tali smiled at Myra and nodded. "Then me arriving today was fortunate indeed." She looked at the dwarf and bowed with a hanf over her heart. "We have some powerful healers in my homeland...i myself have some skills in healing, but alas this disease is beyond myself or even my mentors. No, master dwarf, I fear that even your skill can not help her. The reason is magical, hence I seek my uncle."

She again looked at Myra. "If you will truely have me, i will travel with you. If I can help in your quest, then I shall, and along the way I will seek my uncle'

"Sounds good to me. The more the merrier I say. Though only if they're not a hinderance. Something tells me you won't be a hinderance even in the least." Myra smiled at the girl then continued, "Of course that is only if my comrades agree as well." She looked at Bhelmyr.

Bhelmyr smiled at Tali, "Don't see why not! We were heading that way anyway. And since you have skills in healing, the trip will be all the safer with you along! Can you fight, as well as heal?"

Tali nodded at the two if them. "Physically I'm not tbe strongest, but I have a unique grasp of divine magic."

She taps her dagger at her side. "Other than this, I have a bow, but rarely use either...i tend to rely on my other talents."

"Well that should be fine. Stick with us and we should be able to make a good team. Hopefully we don't have to see battle, but if we do you'll be safe." Myra beamed at the thought of what possibilities there were with their new ally joining them. She hoped that for once she wouldn't get stuck nearly dying every time now.

The young elf smiled as she shouldered her pack. "As long as I have the power to, if we see danger I will make sure you stay safe. I may be small, but I can heal well, as well as fight when needed."

She looked at the halfling and dwarf. "Lead the way to where you are staying and I will follow you."

"We had one more shop to hit that I know of. Then we can meet up with our other companion. Then you can meet him." Myra started to head to the door and turned to Bhelmyr. "Are we ready?"

Tali smiles, her hair covering her ears, making her look almost like a young teenage human. "I don't mind a bit of shopping...as you can imagine back at home its more trade. So to come to a human settlement and buy things is fun."

Matrim
- shop : leather-worker and someone to sell a weapon to

Raieylan
- shop : coin for this eversmoking bottle

Myra
- shop : tagging along with Raieylan, both looking for magic shop of some sort

Bhelmyr
- shop : goes with Raieylan and Myra

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I think that's all the main shopping done.
If I've missed anything, or anyone wants to do something ...

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What's the next plan of action?

- leave the city and travel south for Hardby?
 - could be away from Greyhawk City for a while,
  - anything that needs doing before leaving?
   - (pay the boat dude ?)
   - (buy some travel rations ?)

Was hoping to go to the high area and look for the magic shop there.

It would be the High Market, which is like an outside bazaar.

Adventurers entering the High Market will have to give me a short list of particular things that will catch your eye,
such as shortswords, orbs, etc.

There isn't a Magic Shop in the High Quarter, like in other quarters of the city,
as the people who live in the quarter are so posh that they just order things through merchant offices
and get things delivered to their mansion gates.

For Myra,
Cloaks,
Light armor,
Jewelry,
Bracers,
Boots,
Bags,
Bows,
and
Quivers.
Sorry it came out a little longer than expected.

tali

Cloaks
Boots
Bag
Daggers

Not that she has much money

Matrim will use a potion of the party funds to pay the boat dude and get some rations for travel. All through Felipe, as Matrim wants to stay in the Inn until his comrades return.

edit: Portion. Not Potion.
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also I want to get some vials so I can make some potions of healing with my herbalism skills as we go

Myra will also be looking for vials to replace the ones that were stolen.

Bhelmyr doesn't have enough money to buy anything he might be interested in, but he does have 9 gemstones of unknown value. He will look for a shop that buys gemstones, and will appraise each one before making or accepting any offers.

Assuming the gems are all different, here is an appraise check for each of them. If they are identical, the bottom roll came first.

19:01, Today: Bhelmyr Godstouched rolled 7 using 1d20+3.  appraise gem.
19:00, Today: Bhelmyr Godstouched rolled 15 using 1d20+3.  appraise gem.
19:00, Today: Bhelmyr Godstouched rolled 7 using 1d20+3.  appraise gem.
19:00, Today: Bhelmyr Godstouched rolled 19 using 1d20+3.  appraise gem.
19:00, Today: Bhelmyr Godstouched rolled 16 using 1d20+3.  appraise gem.
19:00, Today: Bhelmyr Godstouched rolled 20 using 1d20+3.  appraise gem.
19:00, Today: Bhelmyr Godstouched rolled 13 using 1d20+3.  appraise gem.
19:00, Today: Bhelmyr Godstouched rolled 10 using 1d20+3.  appraise gem.
18:59, Today: Bhelmyr Godstouched rolled 11 using 1d20+3.  appraise gem.

Felipe is able to organize to have a messenger pay the gnomish dock-worker for looking after the boat.
The messenger can also return with travel rations for the adventurers.

- housing the boat is 5 silver pieces per week.
- rations are 5 silver pieces per day.

How many weeks of boat housing will Matrim pay for ?
How many rations will Matrim buy ? Does he order more for his comrades ?

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After walking north through Greyhawk City, eventually coming to the High Quarter,
Bhelmyr follows along as the women (Myra and Talianythn) weave their way through the High Market.

Rows of market stalls form a colourful maze of customers, merchants, bodyguards, signs, tables stacked high,
weird creatures in cages, clothing, weapons, animals, etc etc.

Bhelmyr stops to speak with a gemstone dealer.

A gnome with extremely thick glasses,
flanked by two half-orc bodyguards with gold teeth and pointy shortswords,
sits behind a wooden table draped with a fine white cloth.
A painted wooden sign nearby indicates he is a gemstone dealer.
Also nearby there are three large chests, four small chests, some large books of notes, quill pen and ink.

The gnome gemstone dealer peers intently at each of Bhelmyr's nine gems.

Below is what the gnome gemstone dealer, and Bhelmyr the dwarf believe each gemstone to be worth.
In (brackets) after Bhelmyr's appraisal is his appraise roll for that appraisal.

Gem 1
 gnome says : 50 gp
 dwarf says : 25 - 50 gp (11)

Gem 2
 gnome says : 50 gp
 dwarf says : 25 - 50 gp (10)

Gem 3
 gnome says : 100 gp
 dwarf says : 50 - 150 gp (13)

Gem 4
 gnome says : 50 gp
 dwarf says : definitely 100 - 120 gp (20)

Gem 5
 gnome says : 50 gp
 dwarf says : probably 100 - 120 gp (16)

Gem 6
 gnome says : 50 gp
 dwarf says : definitely 100 - 120 gp (19)

Gem 7
 gnome says : 50 gp
 dwarf says : 10 - 25 gp (7)

Gem 8
 gnome says : 75 gp
 dwarf says : probably 50 - 100 gp (15)

Gem 9
 gnome says : 75 gp
 dwarf says : 150 - 200 gp (7)

Will Bhelmyr accept any offers and sell some gems, or do anything else ?

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The women adventurers discover the following particular items/info :

- vial
 - small 0.4 gp
 - medium 0.8 gp
 - large 1.6 gp

- cloak
 - cloak of elvenkind 450 gp
 - cloak of protection (+1 AC and saves) 350 gp
 - cloak of the manta ray 450 gp

- light armor
 - helm of comprehending languages 250 gp
 - leather armor (+1) 150 gp
 - studded leather (+2) 250 gp

- jewelry
 - necklace of adaption 350 gp

- bracers
 - bracers of archery 200 gp

- boots
 - boots of levitation 3800 gp

- bag
 - bag of holding 450 gp

- bow
 - shortbow (+1) 150 gp
 - longbow (+1) 200 gp

- quiver
 - arrows of Todd (Todd sells his home-made arrows, if an attack hits, and the d20 rolled was a 15+, arrow head explodes, adding 2d4+2 fire damage to target.) 0.2 gp

- dagger
 - dagger (+1) 150 gp
 - inviso-dagger (+1, command word makes dagger invisible, attacking or throwing the dagger makes it visible for at least an hour) 350 gp

All items above are from the DMG, except arrows of Todd and the inviso-dagger.

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There were also the items available from the old crone :

 - potion of climbing (DMG 187) (50 gp)
 - potion of growth (DMG 187) (100 gp)
 - potion of water breathing (DMG 188) (100 gp)
 - ring of swimmimg (DMG 193) (200 gp)
 - ring of jumping (DMG 191) (200 gp)
 - ring of feather falling (DMG 191) (700 gp)
 - ring of evasion (DMG 191) (700 gp)

Not sure if anyone bought any of these.

Ok, let's go shopping !
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5 silver pieces for 1 day of rations for 1 person?

Matrim will pay 1 gold for 2 extra weeks of storage. (from the party funds)

5 silver pieces for 1 day of rations for 1 person?

Yes.

Bhelmyr will say, "Are you lowballing me, cousin? I'm sure I'd get at least 900 for the lot of them from one of the tallfolk in the foreign quarter, but I'd much rather do business with one of my fellow normal sized people. How about 800 for the whole set?"


00:26, Today: Bhelmyr Godstouched rolled 24 using 1d20+6.  persuasion.

Matrim will pay 10 gold for four days of rations for five people.

2 gold for 4 days of rations * 5 people = 10 gold. (is my math right?)

6 gold paid from party funds, 4 from his personal stash.

Party gold depleted...for now.

The gnomish gem dealer looks at Bhelmyr.
"Hmmm ... yes, it's the high-altitude thin air that makes them a bit dim-witted, too.",
 he says as he makes a thumb-gesture towards one of his tall half-orc bodyguard brutes.
"How about ... hmmm ... 650 gold for the lot ?"

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2 gold for 4 days of rations * 5 people = 10 gold. (is my math right?)
Matrim, yes,
but just pay for the four of you (Bhelmyr, Myra, Matrim, Talianythn),
although Kvanlanir may be trailing along behind you and pop-into-scene from time-to-time.

For four adventurers, rations for one day is 2gp.
For four adventurers, rations for four days is 8gp.

adjusted to 2 gold from his personal stash.

Tali follows Myra through the shops, showing interest in a few magic items, but settles for buying 5 small crystal vials and 5 medium crystal vials, packing them carefully in her pack.

Bhelmyr laughed. "You're probably right about that! You have yourself a deal, my friend. 650 gold pieces for 9 gems," he said with a smile.

Bhelmyr, the gnome gemstone dealer clicks his fingers at one of his bodyguards.
The half-orc brute swaggers over lazily as the gnome says
"Six hundred and fifty ... or sixty platinum and fifty gold, if the dwarven gentleman prefers."
The half-orc stands next to the gnome and grunts, "Huh? What?"
The gnome almost leaps from his seat in rage !
His face goes bright red. He slams his fists onto the table.
"SIX HUNDRED AND FIFTY GOLD PIECES. FROM THE #$@& CHEST. THAT ONE.",
he yells at the half-orc while pointing at one of the nearby chests.
Then, just as suddenly, the gnome is calm again, sitting in his seat, his hands gently resting upon the table.
The half-orc turns and makes his way towards the chest.
"This may take a few minutes.", the gnome says to Bhelmyr, "Randy is a bit slow."
The gnome taps his head with his finger.

While Bhelmyr deals with the gnome Myra will go and buy the +2 studded leather armor and the +1 shortbow. She will equip them immediately after purchasing them then go to see what she can get for her old studded leather armor and shortbow. She will also purchase 2gp worth of small vials (which is 5 I think).

"Gold will suffice. I'm patient," Bhelmyr said calmly.

After checking with some weapons and armor vendors,
the best Myra can receive for her old studded leather armor and shortbow is 45 GP.

Eventually the half-orc brute brings two small sacks (one full, one empty) to the gnome sitting at the table.
The half-orc begins scooping handfuls of gold coins onto the table from one of the sacks.
"BLAARGH ! DON'T MAKE A MESS, RANDY !", screams the gnome while flailing his fists in the air,
before suddenly becoming a whir of activity, his hands flurrying about, moving coins into little piles,
counting the piles, checking and double-checking, and eventually scooping the piles of coins into the empty sack.
Presenting the sack to Bhelmyr, the gnome declares,
"Six hundred and fifty gold pieces, sir.",
while the half-orc scoops some remaining coins from the table back into the original sack.

Myra will accept the 45gp gratefully then will follow Bhelmyr as he finishes up with the gnome. If the gnome acknowledges her in a positive way then Myra will nod and smile back at him in a polite manner.

Bhelmyr will count the coins as he puts half of them in his own purse. The rest go back in the sack, which goes in his backpack. Assuming the count is correct, he will look to see if he can find some magical medium armor, or spellcasting implements (magic wands, orbs, etc. preferably ones that raise the save DC or attack rolls of his spells.)

The gnome smiles at Myra in a friendly way as she approaches Bhelmyr.

While Bhelmyr, Myra and the gnome exchange pleasant chit-chat,
and Bhelmyr counts his coins (they're correct) and puts them away,
one of the half-orc brutish bodyguards *coughs* and quickly grunts some orcish words.
His comrade, the other half-orc bodyguard then grunts.

(Anyone speak orc ?)

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When shopping eventually continues ...

Bhelmyr seeks out deals regarding :

magical medium armor
- breastplate +1 (+1 to AC) = 550 GP
- fine, blue, fish-scale mail +2 = 650 GP
- arrow-catching shield, medium, round = 450 GP

magic wands, orbs, etc
- headband of intellect = 550 GP
- wand of the war mage +1 = 450 GP
- wand of magic missiles = 450 GP
- driftglobe = 400 GP

Sorry forgot to also mention Myra got 1gp worth of arrows of Todd and a quiver of arrows.
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Bhelmyr will pass for now. If the ladies are ready, we can go back to the Blue Dragon, and meet up with Matrim.

Tali has little money so she is ready

Ready.

The walk back to The Blue Dragon Inn is uneventful,
though you realize you've spent most of the morning shopping.

Matrim is finally reunited with his adventurer friends at The Blue Dragon Inn.

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So, what's the plan ?

- leave Greyhawk City, travel south upon the road that follows the Selintan River, towards Hardby, in an effort to ... ?
 - stop bandits ?
 - make sure Elora (elf priestess/cleric) is safe ?

- leave Greyhawk City, travel north into the Cairn Hills once again, in an effort to ... ?
 - investigate missing halflings at Elmshire ?
 - check out that treasure map ? (someone still has it)

- something completely different ?

Bhelmyr will offer Matrim and Myra their shares of the sale of the gems, (It doesn't round evenly, so the remainder will go in the party gold) and ask Matrim for that cloak of displacement.

OOC:I forgot Myra was in the party when we earned the gems. Its 216 for each of them, 2 for the party gold.
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Myra accepts the gold gratefully, having forgotten that she was indeed apart of that fun, then sits down next to Matrim. "Well sheesh, that would've been helpful earlier." She chuckles. "I saw something that the party could use, but couldn't afford to get it before so I spent my money on what I could afford and now still can't afford it." She laughed. "Oh well, I suppose if we were willing to pool some gold we could get it, but that'd be completely up to the group." Myra shrugged then looked at Tali. "Oh yes and meet our new travel companion, if you're alright with her that is. She's headed the same direction we are so I figured we could invite her along with us. After all she did need a traveling party and that is pretty much what we are. Her name is Tali." The halfling woman gestures to the young elf.

The young elf smiled and sat next to the halfling, having had the most contact with her. Even though she was smaller and slighter than most elves, she was obviously younger than most elves that favored adventure.

And even though she came alone, she (unusually) had no visual armor, wearing leather boots, dark green linen pants and a sleeveless linen top. Her only visual weapon was a simple, elvish designed dagger at her hip.

The woman smiled at the unknown members as she sat there. "I thank you for the offer Myra...travelling alone is never good and tell the truth, I welcome the company."

“Much appreciated Bhelmyr.” Matrim says as he pockets his share and adds the share to the Party Funds.

Matrim reaches a large hand over to Tali and says “Pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name is Matrim Rogthor. Im sure you didn't expect someone taller than you when these two were talking of their other companion eh?”

Matrim regards the table and says “but what happened to our other friend? Did you lose him while shopping?”

Matrim also hands out the rations he purchased to everyone, and tells them that the boat is good for a while. (Four days worth of rations to each person)

The young elf smiled as she shook his hand, her small hand dwarfed in his. "Greetings Matrim....I have never had the pleasure of meeting one of your kind."

She looked at Myra. "There was another in your group?"

"There was... He got called away to take care of some family business. I told him we'd help if he asked, but he didn't so we let him on his way. It seemed kind of urgent so we didn't keep him any further." Myra shrugged and accepted the rations with a thank you.

"Yeah, we rescued him from a necromancer. Didn't get to know him very well, but he seemed like a good fella," Bhelmyr added.

The elf raised her eyebrows at the words. "A necromancer....sounds like a interesting tale for the road."

She clasped her hands in front of her. "My mission is to simply find my uncle and pass word to him. That, however, may be difficult as he has been one to wander." The elf woman smiled. "...something I may have inherited from my dear uncle"

She looked at them. "What is your path and mission so I can best help you all."

"Right!" Matrim says, as if just remembering something. "Apologies Bhelmyr. Here you are."

Matrim hands the cloak to his friend.

"We were gonna head down to Hardby, last we spoke of it, I think. There was tell of some trouble down that way and we wanted to lend a hand, so to speak. One of the reasons I thought shopping would be a good idea, to gear up before we left for what would most likely be a fight. Of course if they surrender then perhaps they'll get a chance to just go to the prison depending on what they did." Myra thought for a moment. "We heard that they were desperate people, perhaps we can find a way to help." Myra turned back to the goliath. "That's also why I thought a particular item would be useful. I understand that you being, well you, that you can carry quite a bit, but it's always good to be able to carry a bit more. The item I am referring to is a bag of holding. What do you think?"

The young elf smiled and nodded. "Hardby is perfect...my uncle was last seen heading there 4 years ago. If he is there I can tell him what has happened, then wherever your path leads, I will help." Tali shrugs. "My uncle said I should find some adventure."