"Aye you've prvoen worthy of my equipment lad." With a smile on his face, remembering his lesson on how to properly care for a long sword. "How soon ye be needin' it by? Got some breast workin' but its a few days of long work to be finished."
He winks approvingly to Duncan, 'Well git the ale goin' or ye just gonna be eyeballin' me all night.
"I guess I'll go ahead and go to Grumm's for now. Haven't checked back there in a while about that armor order I put in. We can all decided out next stop when we're together again."
Lucrezia will head on out and over to Grumms with whoever wants to come with her.
"Once it's done, can you have it sent to the wizard Talbard? I'd like to have him enchant it", Truk explains after the dwarf is done with his measurements.
When Lucrezia arrives Gruum smiles, "Bout damn time ye come back." He has the form fitting chainmail ready for Lucrezia.
"No problem, Talbard comes by often."
"Thank you Grumm. It looks wonderful. If you don't mind, I'd like to go ahead and try it on here before I have Talberd enchant it as well."
Assuming Grumm doesn't mind, Lucrezia will head off to one of the fitting/changing rooms to try it on.
"Maybe I should help with that", Truk says with a slight grin as he follows the ranger.
"Well, new armor can be a bit difficult to get on the first time. So I might actually need a bit of help."
Lucrezia will hold the door to the changing/fitting room open for Truk to enter.
Grumm shrugs and heads to get the booze.
When he can get a moment he catches Grumm alone in his office as his mentor closes the books.
What was it ye wanted te have the private chat about?
"Of course", the big orc mumbles as he follows closely behind.
Grumm shrugs and heads to get the booze.
When he can get a moment he catches Grumm alone in his office as his mentor closes the books.
What was it ye wanted te have the private chat about?
"Aye, whats wit the orc?"
[b] Strange bedfellows. You an I both know things ain't always how they look. I'm lookin beyond is race and seeing one whose ready to help. Bloodthirsty, sure, but towards the right bad people. I'll watch im though. [\b]
Gruum nods, "If yer ok, it works fer me." He grins, "Lets tilt a few tankards."
While the others fit their armor and tip back some ale, Andrea holds her symbol and lower sher head, prayers whispering from her lips and filling her mind as she girds herself for the upcoming battle. miracles flowing through her mind as she seeks on that will aid their group.
Surely she's been formed the Eternal Rose herself.
The ranger's armorless form was a welcome diversion from the furious thoughts otherwise filling the orc's mind.
"You're beautiful..." he said softly.
"If anything gives my brother the strength to endure whatever the Hellknights are putting him through, it'll be thoughts of you."
"I still feel so guilty about him being taken." Lucrezia turns towards Truk and buries her face in his chest and wraps her arms about him. Seeking comfort from her own feeling of guilt and fear for Orn's safety.
He craned his neck down and circled her small frame within his massive arms, hoping that by swallowing her up within him he could somehow lend her his strength and with it, his fury. Anger was better than despair - that had always been his way. Seeing the half-elven beauty upset somehow many him even more angry.
"We'll make sure they pay, all of them. And if Arael's 'patience' gets Orn...", the big orc hesitates to finish the thought. "...killed. He'll pay too."
Lucrezia leans back so she can look up at Truk. "Trouble, don't be planning anything stupid. I can't be dealing with the both of ya dieing in me."
"I don't have a plan yet but I feel like we need some stupid. I'll give Arael his time but if there's no results... Beautiful, he's my brother; For a very long time he's all I had."
Lucrezia sighs. "Just don't do anything alone, ok? At least give me the option of being part of whatever crazy plan you come up with."
She doesn't know what she asks...
"I won't leave you in the dark", he says in a soft growl.
Shelyn help me...
Having finally gotten the armor on her, Truk takes a step back to admire.
"I like it", he says. "It shows off your best parts well."
Lucrezia does a little turn in the mirror, admiring the new armor. "Grumm does great work. Now I just need to get an enchant thrown on it. I'll go ahead and wear it outa here and get it over to Talberds when I get some time again. I could use a few accessories to go with it, but I can pick some up later."
"I don't know if it'll need to stop many attacks. I wouldn't be surprised if some are just so distracted by you that they can't mount an offense at all", the big orc jokes as he squeezes the ranger's behind through the fitted chain links.
"Let's step outside and let the others see."
Fluer/Shadow moves about the place quietly as usual. Keeping to herself and simply watching the events unfold.
Lucrezia snickers at Truk's joke as she turns back to face him again."I doubt I appeal at all to some of the things we will be facing. Also, an offense is not what I'm thinking about mounting right now." Lucrezia places her hand over Truk's groin, squeezing lightly before reaching out for the doorknob to the room.
"We can discuss those sorts of plans later though. For now, let's show off my new armor and meet back up with the others."
Andrea will look up as Lucrezia re-enters from the dressing area, her lips still moving silently as she prays. She does have an appriciative look on her face and nods as the archer turns around to show off her new armor.
Truk growls playfully at Lucrezia's teasing as he follows her back out into the common area of Gruum's storefront and adjusts his kilt in an effort to hide his body's growing reaction.
***
"Oh, everyone's here", he says in surprise.
"So we're visiting the dusk market after this?"
Orsin blinks wide-eyed at Lucrezia's armor.
"...beautiful..." he whispers in awe, visibly struck by the exquisite craftsmanship.
"I said that same thing!"
The big orc wraps a trunk-like arm around Orsin's broad shoulders and claps him on the back.
"I was saying that armor wouldn't need to deflect attacks because our enemies would be too distracted..."
He stops himself.
"You know, it wasn't very funny."
Andrea finishes her prayers and stands up. Well at least we have some new confidance for today. I guess we will be heading for the Duck Market if everyone is here and ready.
Orsin furrows his brow, stifling a groan at Truk's less-than-hilarious hyperbole.
Turning to Andrea, he replies, "Now that Gruum has my order, I just need to hit the stationers for a journal and some fresh quills. I doubt the Dusk Market would have anything so common."
I'm just a little jack of all trades today. I have paper,quill and ink in my pack. Andrea roots around some and comes up with some folded sheets, quill and small vial of ink. I bought this so long ago, thinking I would find some use for it but never did.
"It was more clever when it passed through my head", the orc says in self defense.
"What are we looking for at the Dusk Market?"
I'm pretty sure that I need a journal, but this is too sweet of her, I'd hate to decline.
Orsin smiles broadly as he takes the writing supplies from Andrea, eyes twinkling. "You'll get them back first thing if I find something at the Dusk Market," he says, winking.
Looking to the others, "Shall we?"
Truk adjusts his kilt again.
"Let's get going."
Andrea dusts off the front of her clothes and nods. Yes, let's go and get ready. We're looking at a rather rough time ahead of us.
Leaning over to Truk, Orsin whispers, "If I recall correctly, I believe I overheard Lucrezia saying that she needed ghost salts, which are hard to come by in the hands of most traders. The Dusk Market may just have what we're looking for...if we can find it."
Hoping that Lucrezia will be able to discover the location of today's Dusk Market in time, Orsin steps aside to let her lead the way.
"Ladies first."
Truk nods at the bard's sentiment and follows closely behind Lucrezia (in case anyone admiring the woman and her new armor get any bad ideas).
"What do we know about these Sisters? Why are we expecting a fight?"
Fluer/Shadow accepts Qrsino'a offer graciously, offering him a smile as complement in return.
Truk nods at the bard's sentiment and follows closely behind Lucrezia (in case anyone admiring the woman and her new armor get any bad ideas).
"So what do we know about these Sisters? Why are we expecting a fight?"
Lady Grulios said they were vile and would not negotiate. Andrea sighs. We had a rather harsh wake-up call in regards to groups like them. We attempted to negotiate with a gang called The Bastards of Erebus and it went bad, almost very bad. The Sisters seem to be some asassian cult that have the ashes of a pathfinder that we need in order to commune with her spirit.
Andrea passes Fleur 3 CLW potions.
Truk raises a heavy brow and looks at Andrea in disbelief.
"How bad could they be? I haven't seen a woman yet that wasn't more agreeable after a solid tumble", the big orc says with an entirely straight face.
"Your Sting has to know a thing or two about more physical negotiations."
The last time we tried to talk first, the messenger was beheaded. I ain't fer talkin much. Let's go.
Fluer luaghs lightly at Truk's words and sidles up to the larger Half-Orc.
She smiles sweetly up at Truk as her blades disappear.
"Inquisitor of Calistra..." (^_^) *Points to self*
I'm just waiting on a few others to check in with their dice rolls.