Re: Chapter 4-1: Yartar, Dessarins' Rest
Right out of the fond hug from Claire, which was returned full in kind with as grand a squeeze as Moira's shorter arms could manage, the offered satchel was taken with a coo of surprise and equal delight. Quickly sat in place atop the Hin's lap so that she could look it over and check the finer details. "U'lin, this is lovely! Thank y'so much!" A good bag was the enduring sort of thing that could potentially become an heirloom; her own well-used satchel had in fact been inherited to begin with, and she knew full well the Firbolg's craftsmanship was beyond reproach.
Of course, a gift was best met with a gift in turn. Just like Claire and Thente, U'lin too came on the receiving end as Moira hoisted out another parcel for him. A fair bit heavier from the effort she had to give it and, unlike the other two, noisier? Where the Humans' presents were silent, his clanked and jostled and frankly sounded... well, broken. "This is for y'as well, love. G'wan, open 'em up, th'lot of ya."
Thente
As Thente was the first to set into his gift, its contents were revealed to be a pair of items. A nightcap made of an unusual, smooth-as-water silk that had a silvery sheen to it. It was very warm and comfortable to the touch, and its tail was so long and padded at the end that, even while being worn, it could very easily be wrapped about the neck like a scarf or rolled up as a pillow beneath the head. Whenever it was moved about and light shifted across its surface, an otherwise invisible layer of simple arcane symbols subtly woven into the material shone briefly into view.
The second item was a stout, leather-bound book that bore its title printed on the spine thrice over. Once in the runic script of the Giants, second in modern Dwarven, and finally in Common - "Conversations With Jotun" - as written by the Dwarven scholar, Holmeag Underview. A skim of its pages revealed it to be a reprinting of a journal; Holmeag had spent decades in the company of Fire Giants and Frost Giants learning what he could of their culture, history, and beliefs straight from the horses' mouth. All documented with his own speculations on the subject, along with his personal analysis of their ancient language. Being in such close contact with differing Giants for so long gave him considerable insight into the development of their vernacular, regional and generational slang, and linguistic context many outsiders could never understand otherwise.
"See, I figured y'would get a lot of good use outta somethin' like this'un." Moira explained with a fingertip drummed at the book's edge. "Th'fella goes into plenty of detail 'bout th'language specific t'how Giant-folk themselves use it. U'lin and I can help cover plenty in teachin' it, but y'might get more outta this for understandin' it." A gesture was given for the nightcap. "And that'un's for sleepin' cozy-like. Figure with all y'were talkin' on with those odd visions of th'past, it might help; it's got a real mellow enchantment on it what makes sure y'only have good dreams. Dunno... just figured maybe it could help focus y'dreams on th'good parts, or at least make sure y'had a peaceful night of it." Ultimately, she could only shrug. "If nothin' else, it can get pretty cold at night this far north, so it's best t'bundle y'noggin'! I won't have y'gettin' a flu."
Claire
Like Thente's, Claire's parcel contained two items, and one was indeed a book as well! The first was a delicate hairpin of simple yet gorgeous make; a brace of supple living dark wood bound in ivy, all woven together into a single small accessory. Its branching portions artfully curled and wrapped around tiny porcelain flowers, which gave the entire hairpin the look of being a naturally growing, blossoming vine.
The book, meanwhile, was bound to be immediately recognizable at a glance. "Legends of Toril" was a well-known work beloved for generations, though it came in many different forms. A compilation of stories, fables, hymns, children's tales, songs, poems, legends, and lore from the world over, from nearly every race and culture, translated into Common. No doubt she'd seen many versions and perhaps owned one in her own youth; lesser varieties had fewer or simply the most popular stories. But the version Claire received was far and away the most elaborate to be found, as well as the most comprehensive. The stout leather and copper binding bore the imprinted signet of the Candlekeep archives' distribution, an attached silk bookmark, and its pages easily held hundreds of tales within while most copies usually only held a few dozen. Among the fine printing were also gorgeously designed illustrations every dozen of pages or so, depicting scenes from classic tales and heroic figures of renown. As was customary of all printings, however, was that there were a handful of blank pages at the back so that the owner could put their own additions to the collection, that they might someday be fully adopted in later prints or simply make the copy all the more personal.
"See, I actually used t'help move some of these m'self from an Elf trader out east; that's fashioned from th'trees of Cormanthyr by th'Wood Elves what still live there, comin' here by way of Silverymoon. Y'put it in y'hair and it'll grow like ivy t'bind y'hair up for ya'. Give one of th'flowers a twist t'turn it back t'normal, and it'll even do y'hair in different styles based on where y'set it." A bit of fashion never went amiss and, with how long and thick her own hair was, Moira knew full well how much Claire might struggle with her own locks sometimes.
"As for th'book, I figured y'might enjoy somethin' simple. Salve for th'soul, yea? Stories like these are a lil' piece of home, no matter who or where, and it's fun gettin' t'look into other folks' tales. It's a big world and one of th'best ways t'explore it, and t'know folk better, is by hearin' th'stories worth sharin'." she offered Claire a gentle squeeze at the arm. "Or maybe just havin' a bit of memory from older, simpler times, yea?"
U'lin
Lo and behold, another book! Rather different in structure than the leather-bound manuscripts, it was instead a sturdy brass plate with mounted rings at once side, on which were set what looked to be dozens of thin, individual books all collected together into a single omnibus. Each book was only a few pages long each and were clearly written by different authors, and skimming their contents made it clear some were even writing in response to each other. An unusual item for an eclectic topic; the overall theme of the collection was that all of the books were individually written by engineers, mages, artisans of Dwarven and Gnomish repute, and even a few amateur hobbyists. All discussing, debating, analyzing, and frankly gushing about "legendary machines"; a variety of devices, from castles that could be carried in one's pocket and grow upon request, to a full-tier sailing ship that could be folded up into the size of a crate, to some kind of elaborate, multi-terrain war apparatus originally credited to some "Kwalish" fellow, to even the cloud-cutting skyships that had been developed in ancient Nethril yet returned to prominence in Haluraan, far to the south. Not only did the papers include an abundance of conversation but, as the writers were all impassioned professionals or hobbyists, they also contained various blueprints, formulas, speculative theories, and schematics on all the contained machines. Some more contentiously argued than others, with revisions and annotations galore (a few of which devolved into petty name calling, but still).
The second and rather noisy item was, in fact, very much broken. A hinged-and-lidded wooden box of clearly Gnomish make by its style of carving and fine copper fixtures; the lid's interior was decorated with a lovely illustration of a lush forest on the bank of a deep blue river. When tilted this way or that, a subtle lenticular carving effect made it look like the boughs swayed in the breeze and the water gleamed with daylight. The box itself, meanwhile, was filled with a messy clatter of metal bits, bobs, springs, gears, and a wide assortment of other pieces that U'lin's knowing eye would recognize as Gnomish craftsmanship, but in no discernible state of being anything other than a busted-up mess.
"Now, I told a fella in th'marketplace 'bout what y'do and he helped point these out t'me. Th'writin' is a collection of some kinda gazette from Amn, where a whole mess of folk got good and noisy writin' in when some crafter fella printed an editorial... well, y'can read it y'self. Figured it was th'sorta thing y'could make more sense of, and maybe draw some inspiration from with y'own work. There's some schematics of skyships in there too - at least th'commonly published ones - and that's gotta be worth somethin' for y'Dream, yea?" It all barely made sense to her and she had to trust her intuition when it came to whether or not she'd made a good choice in heeding such advice.
"And for this'un... well, apparently it's s'posed t'be a music box, with a lil' mechanical bear what fishes in th'river while th'wheel plays 'A Brown Bear's Wandering'." A simple, well-known old song about a bear who somberly mused on life while he hunted and how the world would change after he awoke from hibernation after the coming winter. "'Cept it apparently fell off th'back of th'wagon and got kicked by a horse, so now it's busted t'Avernus and back. But I said t'myself, Moira, what's th'silly bastard love more than tinkerin' and a challenge? So... think of it as a puzzle, yea? We know what it's s'posed t'be, just not how, and I hope y'can have fun with it as a sorta piece of home. I know well as any it ain't easy bein' so far afield."
To specify the raw mechanics, the gifts are various Trinket-tier items that I wanted to make as flavorful and fluffy as I could:
Thente: A slightly magical nightcap that, when worn, gives you pleasant dreams, and a book of "Conversational Giant". Mostly for flavor and fluff, and to help give more context to Thente picking up a new language as he levels.
Claire: An also slightly magical Elven trinket; "A small enamel flower that, when put in one's hair, animates, tying back the wearer's hair with a living vine with flowers; plucking a single flower from this vine returns it to its inanimate form". The book is a custom Trinket of my own, but one I figured would reasonably exist in-setting. I made sure to splurge the necessary GP for the deluxe edition.
U'lin: The book is the "user's manual for an apparatus of Kwalish", which I elaborated on more broadly to include other commonly available but still fantastical magical devices like the Folding Boat and Instant Fortress. No mechanical bonuses when it comes to crafting, but hopefully good inspiration. The music box, meanwhile, is a currently broken Tiny-size Clockwork device, as specified by the Rock Gnome's racial "Tinker" trait in the PHB. It's a music box by description, but what U'lin actually crafts it into can be anything from that list the DM approves of.
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