Huzzarr!
Hizzah!!!!!
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"So...." Altai looks up from a pile of scrolls. "These two, please."
Elgan pulls out a small bag of holding and opens it. Showing the contents to the wagon owner, whose jaw almost hits the ground.
"Whut kin ah gets wit' dis? Anyting guud?" He asks innocently.
Elgan pulls out a small bag of holding and opens it. Showing the contents to the wagon owner, whose jaw almost hits the ground.
"Whut kin ah gets wit' dis? Anyting guud?" He asks innocently.
"All my stuff is good, my rustic friend!"
He's mercane. Interdimensional merchant. He can get whatever you need, for the right price.
I know, right?
Squint, gnome stabbist in mercenary service to the mercane merchants, smiles, winks, and approaches Emrael.
He lights a bowl of pipeweed, and looks at her weaponry; "wow. those are mighty nice swords, miss. How do you fight indoors with them though? Seems to me you'd be smacking them into walls or ceiling supports all the dang time."
He pulls out his little shortsword, that bows and tapers elegantly like a weapon of the Hellene and looks at them in comparison.
"Guess you've got the reach though; that's never been new to me though."
One of the two mercane sidles up to Altai; (or whomever else is nearby as well);
"aaah......a spell to find the location of people, and of things.....interesting choice, with such other devastating things available.
So, you are going after your friend I take it?"
"Wow; you guys sure do get around a lot. I think it's neat, though."
"Oh yeah. Speaking of devastating... Gimme these four as well."
"Quite the arsenal; so.....what is your next move, gentlemen? Oh,....and ladies,......"
"I need to re-summon our old ally, then figure out Beldan's whereabouts. Sadly, I must wait until tomorrow for that."
It's all good.
Time goes by; the "random monster" dice come up no encounters......
"Ah. Then Beldan must wait a little longer. If we must wait, then we should have fire, and comfort, and tea." The old man doesn't look upset at the thought of resting for the night.
"Master Merchant; what comforts can you provide?"
"My wagon is bigger on the inside than the outside. Though it is not palatial, there are decent enough accomodations. A kitchen, and such sundries, bathing facilities;
I have magical figurines of wondrous power that turn into beds."
Squint, gnome stabbist in mercenary service to the mercane merchants, smiles, winks, and approaches Emrael.
He lights a bowl of pipeweed, and looks at her weaponry; "wow. those are mighty nice swords, miss. How do you fight indoors with them though? Seems to me you'd be smacking them into walls or ceiling supports all the dang time."
He pulls out his little shortsword, that bows and tapers elegantly like a weapon of the Hellene and looks at them in comparison.
"Guess you've got the reach though; that's never been new to me though."
The kensai is more than happy to discuss the finer points of her chosen weaponry with the wee warrior. "Sometimes, it is less about the weapon or the bearer. For me, it is about the union of myself with my sword. This sword," she indicates the one obtained from the strange self-disassembling undead woman, "is new to me, but I can feel its power. I feel that it will work with me, as well. We will see!"
"hmm....you fight a lot differently than I do....I'm more of a stabber; you're a hacker."
Hearing that the group is calling it a day, as traveling goes at least, Dok and Colu will explore about 100 yards farther up the tunnel, so as to get the lay of the land, identify potential problems (spots or creatures), and be better prepared for whatever time is spent here. After that, Dok plays a game of "Chase and flee" with Colu where they stalk one another, then take turns chasing while the other tries to evade and escape.
She frowns. "I am not the traditional wielder of a blade such as this, but I have taught several over the last century. They are an honorable class of warrior - 'stealthing' would not appeal to them. But there are certainly dishonorable foes that would think nothing of an unfair advantage. I will have to consider your words."
Guess Pip; Elgan are left to level.
She frowns. "I am not the traditional wielder of a blade such as this, but I have taught several over the last century. They are an honorable class of warrior - 'stealthing' would not appeal to them. But there are certainly dishonorable foes that would think nothing of an unfair advantage. I will have to consider your words."
"Heh heh.....I love them honorable guys. Stick a blade in the other guy and keep breathing. All that really matters."
Squint winks...
Hearing that the group is calling it a day, as traveling goes at least, Dok and Colu will explore about 100 yards farther up the tunnel, so as to get the lay of the land, identify potential problems (spots or creatures), and be better prepared for whatever time is spent here. After that, Dok plays a game of "Chase and flee" with Colu where they stalk one another, then take turns chasing while the other tries to evade and escape.
Nothing too interesting on the perimeter. He finds a broke wagon wheel leaning on a wall; this cavernous hall has seen extensive trade route travel.
Huzzzah!
Huzzzah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
:)
It's work induced coma day now, but thanx!
Huzzzzzzah!!!!!
huzzahh-hah-hah! ;)
Sat round a roaring fire later that night, Satari blows steam from a fine pale green tea. "An exciting and eventful day. Evindra, we intend to seek and rescue our companion; can the quest you set for us brook such a delay?"
"I like you guys. You do fun things.
I'm in no hurry, the ocean has been there a long time.
I'm way older than you can even conceive of. I don't get in a hurry."
Pip yawns
"I need a nap m'self"
Pip yawns
"I need a nap m'self"
"A discern location spell is among the most powerful means of locating creatures or objects. Nothing short of a mind blank spell or the direct intervention of a deity keeps you from learning the exact location of a single individual or object. Discern location circumvents normal means of protection from scrying or location. The spell reveals the name of the creature or object's location (place, name, business name, building name, or the like), community, county (or similar political division), country, continent, and the plane of existence where the target lies.
To find a creature with the spell, you must have seen the creature or have some item that once belonged to it. To find an object, you must have touched it at least once."
The spell reveals a place name:
The Friary of the Three Lobed Eye
in the City:
Lelag-Leng.
on the plane:
Leng.
And he whips up Gjetost again.
"Well met! I'm engaged! I need money for that,......"
yadda yadda.
"Good to be a-viking! Good to be making gold!!!"
Any questions, let me know,......
My power keeps cutting off every hour or so, so I'm turning my computer off for the night.
"Gjetost! My friend! It is good to see you again. Looks like you have been working out?"
"... Leng? LENG?!? Where the f&%~ is Leng???"
"Um, and, ah, a three-lobed eye... Yuck. This sounds neither inviting or particularly, well, normal. Having said that, considering the natures of the things that grabbed Beldan, I'm not completely surprised."
Elgan nods sagely from his perch in a nearby cleft.
"Yup. Taint Nat'ral."
Elgan nods sagely from his perch in a nearby cleft.
"Yup. Taint Nat'ral."
mwahahahaha!
"Gjetost! My friend! It is good to see you again. Looks like you have been working out?"
"I eat a lot of minerals, and take care of myself.
So,.....who or what do you need me to throttle?"
Huzzah!
"Leng. That sounds very far away. Have we means of travel?"