OK looks like most items have been claimed, once we are all happy I will do up the math and shake the figures around so we can get to divvy of cash etc - obviously those not grabbing an item will get gp in lieu of items. Berry, Jazz, were you just wanting cold hard cash?
[Unclaimed & party assets]
Belt of Force and Speed: Alchy
Dungeon Ring: Sell - @8000gp
Universal Striding Boots: Kyren
Rapier +3: Unclaimed - may be sold @9000gp
Dagger +2: Vaughn
Amulet of Protection +2: Salfron
While it feels like you ware away for weeks or months, you roughly spend only one day in Vulturan's palace and so Bobo is surprised to see you so exhausted. Obviously it wasn't clear to him how dangerous your mission was and so he only nods as you enter and continues to carry plates with steaming hot crocodile roulades to the tables
Kyren, hell broke loose! My roulades are selling like hot cakes!
"I may be saving the world, but I haven't lost sight of what a really good meal is! After all, I am still a food connoisseur. Ok, pass me some roulades and let's see what the rave is all about!"
Kyren places one in his mouth and his faces lights up!
"Kazam Kazam! I see what the rave is about! Most impressive, Cousin! I may need to do a review of the Revive next!"
Kyren replies casually.
"Oh we were just taking out the crime lord Vulturan and freeing all of his prisoners. I expect one of the great mages from Katheer that he locked up will be showing up soon to share in a celebratory meal with all of us. Do you have some ideas on what you could prepare for the feast?"
"Oh yeah, these pesky crimelords and...hey wait, what do you mean by "take out"? You didn't dare to storm his hold and start a fight did you, please Kyren, aunt Lydia would have forbidden you to do such a thing without a hearty breakfast!"
"Cousin Bobo, when I say 'take out', I am just trying to use gentler language. Do you prefer, defunct, departed, bereft of life, pushing up daisies. I could have said that the crime lord just bought the farm, or went to meet his maker. The old git is now expired, out of his misery, deceased, passed on. Let's just say that he snuffed it in the night! Well, whatever I call it, the truth is that we did storm his hold and start the fight, but you should not worry, my dear Bobo, for I certainly did have a fine breakfast!"
"I dunno, Bobo--don't you think a dragon dish might be a little up-SCALE?!?! HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW"
"Heeheehehee hee hee! " Kyren laughs as he pats Vaughn on the back. "Up scale! Hee hee hee! Not only would it be up-scale, it would be a part of a well balanced meal! Heeheehee!"
Yeah, the rapier's not of much use for me :P
Jazz puts his arm jokingly around Bobo, "I bet you get lonely when we're not here," he says, grinning.
I don't know what we should do next, Jazz hasn't really got any plans. Although, I think Alchy wanted to look into renovating the Revive at some point?
"You are an ignorant bunch...I'm talking of really important and great things and the only thing you can contribute are lousy jokes - pah!"
Kyren cannot help himself but smile. "My dear Bobo, you misunderstand us. We only joke because we sincerely know how exceptional your cooking has become. You have transformed the Revive and will some day have a reputation to equal that of the Gryphon Plume! Please, do not take offense at our humble attempts at humor, for it is only given with kindness and with warm regards!"
Diplomacy 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (16) + 16 = 32
Kyren will spend the evening practicing his harp and the following morning, he will plan a trip to the Broken Chain.
"Good morning, my friends, Do any of you wish to join me as I go visit the Broken Chain Link? I wish to share with them the good news!"
I don't have anything specific in mind, other than possibly spending some of our cash!
After sleeping very soundly, I lounge in the REvive common room with some hot tea.
*shrug* I dind't have anything planned that I couldn't move around. I'll join ya.
The morning is a dark one - like every morning in Ankar-Te, but somehow you begin to accustom yourselves with waking up without sunlight...the streets are already full of all kinds of people - the weaker ones trying to stay alive another day, the stronger ones looking for prey...
But before your minds can circle too much around such dark thoughts Bobo enters with a plate full of chocolate-filled croissants
*sssnnnnniffffff deeeeeply . . .* Aaahh, there is a god amongst men--and his name is Bobo!!
Vaughn was raised a street rat, and is not used to such decadances as chocolate--in fact, he's heard of it, but had never tasted it before. He takes a bit and is literally stunned for a moment .. .
. . .Whoa!! Bobo, what *is* this?!?! Is this, like, magic or something??? *nom nom nom*
"Kazam, Kazam! Ooh how I love chocolate croissants in the morning! But come to think of it, I also like them in the afternoon as well. They are are also really great for an after dinner treat when I really think about it! Thanks, Bobo!"
Bobo gives Berry a questioning look, but then shrugs and turns to people who prefer to stare in awe at his creations
Vaughn, chocolate is a very rare and costly ingredient from the far south - actually I could never afford to just fill some croissants with it, but we received a bag full of chocolate this morning with a small note attached to it - wait...
he rummages around in his pocket and shows you a small piece of paper, which reads
From your friends from Garund - we will never forget what you've done.
Strange, huh? I don't even have friends from garund, heh!
Eventually Alcheringa wanders back with various piles of wealth...
Loot pool total (gross): 38850/6 = 6475/ea
Alcheringa – Belt + 1475gp
Berry – 6475gp
Jazz – 6475gp
Kyren - Boots + 3225gp
Salfron - Amulet + 4225gp
Vaughn - Dagger + 2475gp
After a short meal, Salfon decides to venture out and attempt to find a church or mission to deliver a tithe to. After this, he attempts to find a way to make carrying his new heavy armor easier.
Go donate 500gp to some establishment, and then look for some Muleback Cords.
During the morning Kyren, Salfon and Vaughn visit several magic item shops and buy a wand of magic missiles, the muleback cords, and reach at last the smithy of Dorgrin Dragonbiter.
The sturdy, white-haired dwarf is known all over Kaer Maga for his craftmanship and masterly skills with hammer and anvil. His large workshop consists of several forges which are operated by younger dwarven apprentices. In front of the workshop two iron golem of the Ardoc Brotherhood stand watch and several symbols and insignia show that the dwarf is an associate of the Ardocs.
As you enter, one of the apprentices puts his hammer away and welcomes you
Welcome to Dragonbiter's, how can we help you?
his deep bass voice is hardly audible over the clinging of the hammers, but he looks friendly and you have a good feeling with this shop.
Kyren let's Vaughn respond to the apprentice's quetion, but in meanwhile, he will let his curiosity guide him as he looks around the shop for any curious item that appears useful.
Does Kyren see anything such as magic quarterstaves, or other such things that a sorcerer may use?
Mornin' sir! I'm looking for something rather special. I take out the new Frost dagger.
This next is in Dwarven: This is a pretty powerfully enchanted weapon--causes an icy cold to the wound, very nasty! Now, I'd heard of even greater enchantments that explode in elemental fury on a telling blow. Can you, er, "boost" this little baby into one of those?? And how much would that run me if you could?
[ooc]I want to know if they can make the Frost weapon into Frost Burst, and how much that'd be-and if they'll haggle at all. Heh.[/b]
With a sudden inspriation, I decide to "name drop." My friend Goldie thought you'd be the one to ask . . .
*again, in Dwarven* Pretend?!?! PRETEND??? You think I'd throw the good name of Goldie around if I *dinnae* know 'im?? You take me for a complete dunce? I tell ye true, and may I never grow a beard if I be lyin: I ain't known Goldie long, but he's the closest to family I have in this place. You go ahead and tell 'im you doubted Vaughn, Fran Elliot's son--and see if yer not wakin' up starin' at the ceiling, cursin' yer own foolishness!!!
NOW, can we get down to business??
Goldie? Where did Vaughn pull that name out of? He doesn't seem to have a hat! Hmm? It does seem to get a reaction though! Hmm? Curious. I wonder if I can get a reaction in another way."
While Vaughn is chatting to the young dwarf, Kyren starts looking around the rack of weapons like he was an expert on swords. Picking up a longsword (with two hands) he eyes it carefully.
Hmm? This could be my opportunity to try out my headband of mental superiority in a simple but innocuous situation. Let's have a little fun. I wonder if I could pose as a genuine expert on swords? Let's see how I do.
When approach by one of the shop keepers, Kyren replies matter of factly, "I notice you have a selection of blades made with a double fuller cross section running down two thirds of the way from the crest of the blade. I've always wondered if they create more resistance than a simple broad fuller blade. Do you do this for simple aesthetic value to sell more blades, or is there a practical reason?"
Bluff 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 27
The dwarf looks at Kyren with a gruff expression before he murmurs
Oi dun' care 'bout swords...Oi loik axes...ye wanna boi that toothpick?
The young (whatever that means for a dwarf) apprentice eyes Vaughn with a certain respect now and replies
I'll call the master, wait here.
He disappears into one of the back rooms and only moments later returns with a dwarf that reminds you of a mountain of muscles with two small legs underneath it. Dorgrin Dragonbiter's right forearm and hand are missing but they have been replaced with a large iron hammer. His left eye is also missing and a mithril eyeclasp now covers the empty socket.
His bare torso is full of scars that criss-cross all over it.
So, ye're family of Goldie?
he bellows with a voice that sounds like a score of blunderbusses.
"Oi dun' care 'bout swords...Oi loik axes...ye wanna boi that toothpick?"
Oh yeah! How could I forget! All these dwarves think about are axes!
"No, I'm afraid my teeth are a little smaller than that. I won't be buying the sword, but what do you recommend for battle axes? Do you have anything good for fighting say . . . uhm . . . purple worms?"
Ah, the Master Smith himself! I'm duly honored, Sire. I clasp left forearms. Name's Vaughn Elliot. Say . . .That be a mighty hammer there, befittin' one o' yer stature and skills. I'm humbled to call Goldie me good and trusted friend; he's gifted me and me parents with generosity befittin' a king to his loyal subjects, and with the affection befittin' the close family friend he is. He's earned my loyalty and blood, and in that regard, he be me family, yes sir, although we share no bloodline.
I can only imagine ye know him well?
The muscled dwarves chuckles loudly and for a sec you think the earth under your feet vibrates accordingly
Know 'im well? Aye, I do...I really do. We smashed more greenskin heads together than...ah well shouldn't speak too much about the old times, heh. So, what brings a good friend of Goldie to my shop?
"Pruple worms? Ye have te hit 'em as hard as ye can with the nastiest axe ye have! Oi loike this double-edged cutie!"
"Kazam, Kazam! Double Kazam! This little bute looks like it could do some damage!! Look at these twin blades! This beast must have a name?! Look at all of those rune etchings! I betcha in dwarven it says, 'Watch out! Bad Axe comin through!' May I hold her in my hands and feel the power?"
Diplomacy 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (16) + 16 = 32
With permission, Kyren takes all of his strength to try and hold the axe. He then concentrates, utters a few words and casts detects magic on the axe simply to feel the magical aura rush through his system like a thunderous wave of power!
"Woah ho ho! I see why you like axes so much! It certainly does put those dinky thin little blades to shame! Huh?"