Chell rolls her eyes at the list of things the two girls rattle off. Even with all the valuables they found, this was a little much. But as she sunk into the hot water of the bath, nothing existed except the release of pent up tension. This time there was no message from her god too. They had done something good today. They killed a creature that was sacrificing innocent lives to an evil deity and rescued as many as they could. She worked herself ragged to make sure as many of them as possible would survive. It was just unfortunate she couldn't do anything about their livelihood, that would mean doing something illegal or going against one of the most powerful men here, but at least they had their lives. That temple and its denizens would no longer threaten anyone for a while. Chell reveled in the since of peace that brought. But it wasn't over. Not by a long shot. Might as well appreciate a little pampering when available.
As the crew gets pampered, scrubbed, rubbed and plucked their recent accomplishments starts to settle in. In their relatively short time in Port Shaw - 9 days - they have faced a few ballads worth of adventure and not nearly enough time for relaxation. Live hard but play harder rings true.
"You need fresh water....my my you are a mess."
Astrianna relaxes in the tub of hot water while an attendant removes swamp gunk from under her fingernails and fixes her cuticles. She closes her eyes and thinks for a few moments. I haven't even had time to write any songs about all we've accomplished here in Shaw. It's barely been a week and I've had more fun and made more money than my entire life. Ah... they weren't kidding about the Razor, this place is amazing.
Bri spends a lot of time with her head submerged under the wonderfully clean water, making sure to soak every fiber of her being in the heated tub. Oh my, this feels so wonderful compared to that cold, dank swamp water. I sure hope that we will have time for some strong drinks this evening, I could sure use some.
After a long soak, rinse, and steam the group is powdered down where they finally getting the last of the swamp stink removed from their persons. They each emerge from their private bathes re-energized and ready to go. Although both Astri and Bri are rather disappointed that Thalios Dondrel wasn't lurking in the bathhouse.
I added Roscoe's Loan Shop on the map
Astrianna stretches as they exit the bathhouse, completely refreshed and ready to cash in from their adventures. "Bri, Thalios told me the Mother's Blessing finished their repairs from the dragon attack and they were setting out today. I know he was signing on with the ship.. I'll miss that scoundrel. It's a shame we didn't make it back in time to see Captain Longplank and the crew off."
*Astri's lucky day.
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Sorrin says he'll catch up, in literally a minute. He walks up to the guards. I'm stinky, but got the payment.
At Molly's...
Sorrin asks for a private room and if they have attendants, one or two girls who've worked there more than a year, locals.
This isn't exactly the lavish baths he'd been used to a prince and two wasn't twelve, but he needed help with a good scrubbing.
He pays a healthy gratuity to the the attendants and overpays the manager or proprietor.
"Boy ya be smell'n like three day old egg. I should charge ya for stink'm up my place and cleaning up the coin you're pay'n me." He pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and places it over his nose and mouth. He then meticulously counts out every single coin. He eyes a few pieces that look lite and pops them on a scale. "This gold coin been shaved see 'ere." He shows you the scale and also the coin. When you replace it he nods approvingly.
1200gp, done.
Always pay my debts, even if it means journeying to the ends of the earth.
"Or the puss filled boil of my arse by the stink of you." he snickers.
"Well well your a sight of sore eyes...care for another measurement?" The dwarf chuckles this time eye-balling the priestess. He chews on the end of a cigar. "Always like me some purty scents...warms me right up." He winks at the group. "You've got sum worthless trinkets to pawn on me...takin' advantage of my senses?" I pulls couple cigars from his nearly empty box offering them. "Smoke and ale as we do this dance?" He motions to the kegs tapped on the other side or the room.
Astrianna chuckles at the dwarf's excitement at their arrival. "I'll pass on the measurement, I won't be replacing this breastplate you made for me any time soon."
She nearly snorts at the mention of purty scents. "You should have smelled us half an hour ago. We just got out of the Hungermire and honestly it should be named the Shitemire. The smell is enough to make one vomit on the spot." The bard shakes her head and tries to dislodge the smell from her brain.
Taking one of the cigars, Astrianna bites into one of the ends and chews on it. "Jaspar, you know we bring you only the highest quality. Blades made of solid lead and paper armor with finest goblinoid enchantments."
Astrianna begins to take out the equipment and places it on the counter, nearly coughing as the Hungermire's stench continues to cling to the crossbow, hide armor, and decorated knife. "Ugh... there it is... that's the smell." She is tempted to light the cigar instead of chewing it just so she doesn't have to smell that putrid scent any longer.
After their haggling is done and coin is exchanged, she inquires on a potential purchase. "You wouldn't happen to have a Bracers of Falcon's aim in stock would you?"
His eyes watering from the stench you've unloaded on him, he insists, "I need 100 gold to clean this stuff...NO QUESTIONS!" He deducts it as he exchanges the coin.
"Ahhhhhhh, yes I do have that item, it just came into the shop this morning." His hand quickly strikes the tinder and then the end of his cigar. "Jeez...I'm gonna lose me ale do to that stench." As he tears up.
Astrianna huffs about the charge to clean the items off. "Come on Jaspar, I know how much you're going to make off of selling these once they're clean. The enchantments on the crossbow and armor are no amateur work. Consider what we had to go through- We had to BREATHE and TASTE this malodorous stank for 24 hours to find these." Though if I were in his position I wouldn't have even taken them, ugh, they're disgusting.
She is actually relieved when the dwarf lights his cigar and the thick smoke begins to overpower the smell. "Oh really, just today? Could you hold the bracers for me, a day or two? I'm intent on purchasing them soon."
While you are conducting business an absolutely stunning female elf steps into the Jaspar's. Devilishly attractive and flirtatious the lady seems to suck the air out of the room. She winks at Sorrin, or is it Chell, with her midnight eyes, and skin deep as bronze. It appears as if there is dancing fire of her eyes.
Jaspar chuckles and wipes his beard suddenly forgetting about Astri.
Astrianna raises a single eyebrow at the woman- possibly higher than one thought an eyebrow could go. Who is this and how do I not know who she is? By Shelyn... how does she get her hair so... silky?
"A..ay...aye 'ave your item right here." He mumbles, his eyes still watering. "I finished adding a nice wood oil on your shield, it's slick and should help to make the blows glance off milady." She examines the shield and inspects the work.
Astrianna raises a single eyebrow at the woman- possibly higher than one thought an eyebrow could go. Who is this and how do I not know who she is? By Shelyn... how does she get her hair so... silky?
She has beautiful jeweled scabbard for her rapier on her hip, a coiled whip on the other, and she is wearing tight leather armor and a jet black leather bodice, white laced silk blouse, knee high black leather boots. She is wearing a silver necklace with emeralds inlaid, a couple rings along with a simple silver wedding band.
A natural 20 is an auto succeed.
Although you resist you see she is stunningly beautiful, the kind of pretty that can make you stupid with words.
Astrianna is not surprised by this paragon of elven perfection, but she is still very, very impressed. The half-elf takes stock of the woman's equipment, uh, gear... Rapier... whip... leather armor... Adventurer? Bard? Wait...Married? To whom? Gods, she moves... so majestically.
Astrianna clears her throat to bring some of the air back into the room, and thinks up an excuse to talk to the woman immediately. "That's some fine work you've produced Jaspar, I may have to see what you can do for my buckler sometime." She glances to the lady. "We appear to share professions, but I'm ashamed to say you're unfamiliar to me. I'm Astrianna, you are...?" She almost stutters a few times while speaking... What's happening? She makes me happy just looking at her, is she a goddess? Will she even talk to me? Ugh, I'm slouching, stop it.
You don't really resist her intoxication. Although she is comparable in beauty her grace and presence just baffles you, it is like you are a child trying to act grown up.
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Astrianna is not surprised by this paragon of elven perfection, but she is still very, very impressed. The half-elf takes stock of the woman's equipment, uh, gear... Rapier... whip... leather armor... Adventurer? Bard? Wait...Married? To whom?
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"Well well your a sight of sore eyes...care for another measurement?" The dwarf chuckles this time eye-balling the priestess. He chews on the end of a cigar. "Always like me some purty scents...warms me right up." He winks at the group. "You've got sum worthless trinkets to pawn on me...takin' advantage of my senses?" I pulls couple cigars from his nearly empty box offering them. "Smoke and ale as we do this dance?" He motions to the kegs tapped on the other side or the room.
"I...um...thank you," the priestess says blushing slightly and fidgeting. She wasn't necessarily attracted to the dwarf but compliments always seemed to make her falter. "Astrianna said there was none better to look at my armor," she says laying it on the counter. "They washed it at Mollie's but it took a lot of heat stress. Then a gator-man-thing he me hard in the back. Now I feel something pressing against my spine. Uncomfortable but not that my bad. I am more worried about the integrity."
While you are conducting business an absolutely stunning female elf steps into the Jaspar's. Devilishly attractive and flirtatious the lady seems to suck the air out of the room. She winks at Sorrin, or is it Chell, with her midnight eyes, and skin deep as bronze. It appears as if there is dancing fire of her eyes.
An odd feeling washes over the cleric as the woman gazed at her. A tingle runs down her spine eliciting goosebumps all over. She found herself more than she had at any other woman. I'm not a lesbian. Right? Right. What was that?
Sorrin turns and slowly take the elfess in, slightly inclining his head. You're an attractive lady... tone it down, let folks be themselves.
Sorrin and these are my usually articulate friends. May I ask your name?
"Well well your a sight of sore eyes...care for another measurement?" The dwarf chuckles this time eye-balling the priestess. He chews on the end of a cigar. "Always like me some purty scents...warms me right up." He winks at the group. "You've got sum worthless trinkets to pawn on me...takin' advantage of my senses?" I pulls couple cigars from his nearly empty box offering them. "Smoke and ale as we do this dance?" He motions to the kegs tapped on the other side or the room.
"I...um...thank you," the priestess says blushing slightly and fidgeting. She wasn't necessarily attracted to the dwarf but compliments always seemed to make her falter. "Astrianna said there was none better to look at my armor," she says laying it on the counter. "They washed it at Mollie's but it took a lot of heat stress. Then a gator-man-thing he me hard in the back. Now I feel something pressing against my spine. Uncomfortable but not that my bad. I am more worried about the integrity."
"I can help ya there." he handles the mithral plate a bit beofre Astri bringsout the swamp water gunk. "I can tap some these kinks out..." He exhales, "Priestess what hit you in your spine...you should be limp right now...dang, this took a right mighty hit."
The elf looks over the group, "Aren't you going to offer me an ale." She smiles at Jaspar, who drops Chell's breastplate and scrambles over to the kegs.
"I'm Captain Bethany Razor, of course. You would be the group with the Dragon's Tail right?" Her full pouty lips outlining her ivory teeth.
"Um, I was. Don't remember those few seconds. If wasn't for Astrianna I wouldn't be here to get it fixed."
"Um, I was. Don't remember those few seconds. If wasn't for Astrianna I wouldn't be here to get it fixed."
"I'd say you'd wouldn't be 'ere." he scratches his beard. "If you're leading with your back, I'd suggest more protection."
Chell looks slightly affronted at the mistreatment of her armor. Astrianna said he was a professional. Then again. Even she was distracted by the elf. And she wasn't attracted to women. Right? Right. But this was Captain Bethany Razor no less. Captain of...Quell's Whore. They said it wasn't an insult but it still felt like one. But to who?
A few minutes later the bell rings at the door and Korg, the massive minotaur walks into the shop. heavy pick on his back. He speaks loudly. In giant:
The dwarf shakes out of his daze and walks to the back room. He returns a little bit later carrying a shining heavy pick and lays it on the counter top.
Sorrin is pleased, closer to another goal.
Bethany Razor, the pleasure is all mine. Sorrin ibn Sabbah.
Chell Silves, Embrianna and Astrianna Sparacello. We've met a few of your crew, Morg being one. Has he or Jonah mentioned or proposal?. He offers a hand.
Hmph, guess I could take a few lessons from that one. Bri still smiles pleasantly though as Sorrin makes their introductions and wonders if she will have to smack upside his head if he lets the woman's beauty interfere with his negotiation skills. She doesn't want to have to give up any more money than needed.
Her smile gets a bit wider when Korg follows his captain into the shop and she decides to activate her tongues hex so that she can understand him and speak to him if needed.
The elf offers her hand to kiss, she glances around at some of the items Jaspar has on the counter. "You've been busy." She then addresses Sorrin. "Yes, I get quite a few proposals...which one was yours?" She asks coyly.
Korg grunts and click deeply,
It involves a ship you have for sale? Unless you've already taken one of those other proposals for it."
"Ohhhhh, you're Father Zalen's newest Priestess....he was just ranting about you last night. Quite an impression." Her eyes seem to melt your buttery heart as she addresses you Chell.
It involves a ship you have for sale? Unless you've already taken one of those other proposals for it."
Bri responds in Giant to Korg.
Astrianna is a bit surprised when Captain Bethany reveals her identity. I imagined someone much tougher-looking.. though with the way she moves, she is not to be underestimated. The bedding Band must be Jacob's, Gregory said she didn't remarry.
She is momentarily distracted as Korg enters the doorway, and she gives the minotaur a nod. The half-elf half-listens to the conversation in giant, and all she picks up is that Jaspar must be the best in the city if the crew of the Quell's Whore comes to him for equipment.
Bethany's attention absorbing personality quickly causes her to refocus on the elf, and the bard smiles, trying to get the Captain to listen to her instead. "It's my esteem pleasure to meet you at last Captain Razor, if even a fourth of the stories I've heard are true, you are a legend in Shaw."
At the mention of the Dragon's Tail, she looks a bit embarrassed. "Yes we captured the Dragon's Tail... looking to move it soon, it's about as fit for sailing as a roc is fit to be a house pet. You've heard of us before I'm sure, we're the group good Korg hired to investigate the disappearances at Thumb's Reach."
Astrianna leans over and whispers to Sorrin at his gaffe. "It's Korg.. The minotaur's name is Korg." She corrects him, before elaborating on the warrior's mention of a proposal. "Actually I believe Sorrin is referring to a joint privateering operation between our crews. Not in the Dragon's Tail, of course.. we are looking into purchasing a much better vessel. The Baron of the Tides or the Black Rider, though I prefer the sleeker Baron myself."
The minotaar hefts his heavy pick and inspects the markings,