Earl J V Caromarc |
Caromarc sniffs a little at the implications that there is anything inappropriate with his formal wear, but reluctantly admits that dressing down a few ranks might be a good idea - there being few people entitled to wear the purple in this fair city.
When the spell takes hold he checks himself out in a mirror
Appraise1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16 - how good does it look (the earl is a clothes horse)
Appraise1d20 + 15 ⇒ (11) + 15 = 26 - how did she do it, will it hold up and can it be transferred.
Gaston Blackacre |
Blackacre, like Sandru, watches the drow closely and with some suspicion (surprise, surprise)... and using his detect evil ability.
Curious folk, these. I have seen elves, but these are clearly a group apart. What sort of culture creates such a spidery abomination?
Have you bullets, milady? Given our recent experience, I believe I may need more...also, I am new in this town and have yet to find a good tobacconist. Have you any suggestions?
Madchën Sabina |
The Lyrune-Quah arrow gives off a soft bluish-white glow. "These are interesting," Madchën says. "You do not shoot from bow. If you have one in your possession, it give you...what is phrase...จิตวิญญาณของเผ่า."
She confirms that they sell arrows that do bludgeoning damage; these are standard and quite inexpensive.
Kinetic_cards |
You can tell that Sabina uses a combination of spider silk and some signature spells that are altered specially for her purposes: darkness, faerie fire, and suggestion. The glamer is stable and well-crafted. Clearly, she has backed it with the reputation of her fashion house. It is transferable, but she would have to perform the transfer. Otherwise, in unskilled hands, it would be the equivalent of ruining a good suit.
Madchën Sabina |
"Yes, we do," Madchën says to Blackacre, and points for an employee to retrieve said bullets. "As for tobacconists, there is dwarf with shop in town." She wrinkles her nose in disgust at the thought.
"Between you and me, this is the best." She stuffs into your hand a small, folded piece of paper with a wad of tobacco in it. The plant is spicy and aromatic. "This is tobacco from a real wayang. Hard to find, but if you can, definitely worth beating the creature senseless so you can take some and give it a try."
Madchën sells the ammunition listed in Table:Firearm Gear. You can have standard bullets for free and alchemical bullets at the listed price.
Madchën answers Sandru. "All this upheaval is bad for business. If someone doing this on purpose, they have crossed me and they will pay."
"I enjoy dark. Easier for illusion. But I don't need this random chaos."
Madchën Sabina |
Madchën is surprised by the generous offer of the talking houseplant. She quickly hides her reaction. "If you come across interesting materials I can use for my trade, let me know."
"Oh, you mean food, water...necessities?" She motions to her helpers. "If I need to, I'll just eat one of them."
It's unclear whether she is joking.
La Siréene |
There was a very basic logic to much of what Sabina said, and so La Siréene smiled.
"Well served for food, then. Pleasant. Regarding the upheaval. Dreadful buisness. Know anything tasty about it, dear Sabina?"
Diplomacy check to convince Sabina to share information as the "request" use of the skill, if needed. 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28
Interesting. Sandru has an interest in Undercommon? He is such a honest construct - I doubt it was an attempt at manipulation. I should discuss this with him, once we are out of earshot of dear Sabina.
Gaston Blackacre |
Blackacre sniffs curiously at the wayang tobacco. untrained appraise for quality: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11
Thank you Madchen. I will take ten bullets, for now. Please tell me more about this tobacco - where does one find it, and how is it different from other strains?
Sandru |
I nod to Sabina as I move to look over the selection, and know variety is what tonight calls for. I select 20 cold iron, 20 silver and 20 blunt with simple cases.
I place 5 of each kind I now have into my original case. Everything else it put into my backpack.
In their language, as I have come to understand it... I try to speak the words Thank you.
Madchën Sabina |
Madchën is impressed by what she perceives is a shared pretension. "The fragrance is rich with Eastern spices. The leaves are fermented to create balanced taste. If I guess, it is blend of leaves from the middle of the tobacco plant, lighter in color and flavor than those exposed to sunlight at the top of the plant, and leaves from the bottom of the plant, which are weaker in flavor but have a nice burn. But then, from little we know of the wayang race, they are creatures of shadow, like the drow. Um...คุณดีอาจสงสัยว่า ภายใต้สภาพสิ่งแวดล้อมเช่นชนิดของใบไม้อยู่ในวงแหวน."
"I'll just say...you can't actually buy it. You have to 'โน้มน้าว' a wayang to give it to you."
"But like I said, worst case scenario, there's always the dwarf with the shop. รวม!"
Ianez Gastnicht |
For the first time since the hospital, Ianez relaxes in amusement at the byplay between Sabina and the others. When the question of payment comes up, he also puts in his 500 gold pieces. "Right now, คุณนาย* Sabina, I have need of nothing beyond these fine clothes you've provided." He glances at himself in the mirror again and preens just a little. "If anyone asks I will gladly tell them of your shop...and perhaps even if they don't ask, hm?"
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Madchën Sabina |
Glamer - total cost 2,000 gp
- 450 gp (La Siréene)
- 460 gp (Sandru)
- 500 gp (Quinn)
Balance: 590 gp
Darkwood shield - 250 gp: PAID
- 250 gp (La Siréene)
Assortment crossbow bolts - 42 gp: PAID
- 40 gp (Sandru)
Remaining gold:
La Siréene - 0 gp
Sandru - 0 gp
Ianez - 0 gp
Quinn - 0 gp (to be adjusted based on arrow purchase)
Caromarc - 500 gp
Blackacre - 500 gp
Kwanjan Quinn |
The dwarf gave us 3000 gp. The glamer was 2000. We still have 1000 gp left. The ammunition should be paid from this surplus. Any objections? Also, let's get some extra CLW potions.
"I will take upon your offer of the quiver of bludgeoning arrows. I will also take a quiver of the cold iron arrows."
Quinn turns to the others, "Sir Blackacre, Sir Sandu....let the surplus booty we recently acquired pay for the good. The other should do as well. Maybe some paper and ink for the mage...or something like that."
Madchën Sabina |
Okay, I think I got the original amounts incorrect. So, adjusting to split La Siréene's gold between her shield and the glamer, this is my math:
Glamer - total cost 2,000 gp: PAID
- 250 gp (La Siréene)
- 460 gp (Sandru)
- 500 gp (Quinn)
- 590 gp (Ianez)
- 200 gp (Caromarc)
Darkwood shield - 250 gp: PAID
- 250 gp (La Siréene)
Assortment of crossbow bolts - 42 gp: PAID
- 40 gp (Sandru)
Assortment of crossbow bolts - 2 gp: PAID
- 0 gp (Quinn)
Scythe - 18 gp: PAID
- 20 gp (Caromarc)
Remaining gold:
La Siréene - 0 gp
Sandru - 0 gp
Ianez - 0 gp
Quinn - 0 gp
Caromarc - 280 gp
Blackacre - 500 gp
Network |
La Siréene |
The cost has been paid. Time for some gratitude.
La Siréene moves over to the drider and makes a spirited attempt at hugging the tall creature.
"ขอบคุณซาบีน่ารัก. These forms you have given us. Simply wonderful. I'll tell people of your skill."
Kwanjan Quinn |
Quinn moves over to Ianez and whispers to him,"Short-Stack's funds will cover your purpchase."
Then Quinn moves over to the Doctor and whispers to him,"Is there anything you may need? Ingredients? Equipment? We still have some gold left."
After his talk with the doctor he moves over to Caromarc and Gaston,"Gentlemen, decide what else you may need that will benefit the group. We still have some funding."
Gaston Blackacre |
Blackacre appears near hypnosis at the sight and smell of the exotic tobacco. When Quinn addresses him, he quickly shakes his head and snaps out of whatever daze he was in.
Perhaps a few cold iron bullets - a dozen should do the trick - may come in handy. My remaining funds are available to us if there is anything else any of us will need.
If not, thank you Madchen Sabina. That wayang leaf is most intriguing.
Network |
If you are ready, this is the next post after the merchant.
You finalize your purchases, secure them into packs and pockets, and take your leave of Madam Sabina and the drow. The nine of you (counting Hareton, the manservant, and Elspeth) return through the narrow hallway, down the steps, and across the lavish antechamber until you're at the front door of the shop.
Hareton opens the door. You all file out in a line into the night.
It's still raining. You all notice that the cul-de-sac across the way, to the east, with the double-storied cuckoo-clock buildings is...
...gone.
Fillled with a field of black. An absence. Except for curling black swirls of shadow that slither low across the cobblestones, like snakes. Coming for you.
Everyone make a Reflex save.
Ianez Gastnicht |
Ianez turns a bit pink at Sabina's flirtation, then looks at his battered hat to see if it's been glamered as well before putting it back on and venturing out into the rainy night after Hareton. "Where to now? The club, or elsewhere to rest before we try our luck?"
Sandru |
One day... I turn to Sabina as the others are leaving. ... you surprise me. Like I surprise you. I have faith. Tonight Hell comes to us, but I will keep faith.
Turning I follow the others out into the rain that will not stop and hear Ianez. He is alone now... almost like me. He is tired, not just his body. My eyes scan the area before the others on the way to the "little one" and carriage.
But, I have to tell Ianez the truth.
No rest for the wicked, Ianez Gastnicht. So no rest for us.
Perception 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26, +6 hidden/secret (32) or +8 trap (34)
Reflex 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
La Siréene |
Perception Check 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (5) + 16 = 21
Reflex Save 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
As the group moves toward the exit, La Siréene makes sure to walk besides Sandru. As they walk out the door and La Siréene alters a lapel of her clothes into an umbrella, she turns to Sandru.
"Sandru. You expressed an interest in Undercommon. May I ask the cause" La Siréene pauses as she notes missing landmark and the slithering of the shadow snakes.
"...Of your interest?" she asks, as she attempts to react with the swiftness the situation requires.
Ianez Gastnicht |
Sorry, missed the call for the Reflex save at first. I think the DM edited his post to add a bunch of stuff after I read it; everything after the sound effect link was new.
Reflex save: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
"I hope you meant to add an 'either' at the end of that, Sandru. Although these clothes are wicked good, as they say in parts of Arcadia. Hsst, what's that?" The Ustalav explorer retreats from the tendrils of darkness.
ETA: Then, of course, I just noticed that the DM sent me a message last night telling me what I pointed out above. Firing on all cylinders here; I hope I don't have any disasters to deal with today at work.