"Will you need the other laser weapons as well if we take this?" the gunslinger asks, gingerly taking the case once the Sheriff has replaced the Cricket within.
Varis looks at the gunslinger, "I will allow this and one other energy pistol of some sort. That would be fair, I think. Are we in accord?".
The gunslinger relays this information to Unamatrix if necessary.
I hate to delay our mission longer than necessary but we probably should spend one more night here to replenish our strength before setting out
[Unamatrix-NET] "Araden, please tell the Sheriff that I would like the Plasma Rifle, the Noisy Cricket, and the Laser Pistol so I can upgrade FIDO with the parts from the laser pistol. Thank you!"
"Master Shieldmarshal, our ally requests the plasma rifle as well as this weapon, and a laser pistol's workings to upgrade his drone. If you could be so kind?" The gunslinger asks the question bluntly, not trying to appeal to the Sheriff's better nature, nor lowering himself with pleading. I will be surprised if he agrees to this, Unamatrix. At best we can hope for the Cricket and rifle.
[Unamatrix-NET] "I understand Araden, thank you for asking."
Doc continues to examine the Pholgoston Cannon, valves, tanks, and crystals.
Volk will test his new plasma claws, making sure not to come close to anyone or anything in the vicinity. His eyes light up with wonder as the points of his flanges become lit with energy. He shadowboxes in place, his claws raking at the air, sending a crackle with each swing.
CR 1/2 1HD Small Plant
HP 3, AC 15, Touch 14, Flat Footed 12, CMB -2, CMD 10 Move 40'
Attacks: Slam -1 Dam: 1d3-2/x2
SQ: Evasion, Ambush
Skills: Stealth +10, Tumble +10
"Consider it done. I will grant your friend's request, Araden. Now I understand that you all were compensated by Lady DeSoras? I can show you to our general store. We have nearly every item that those exploring the Wastes will need. Now, if you will follow me, I will show you the way." the Shieldmarshal says.
As you follow him out of the tavern, you walk with him across the street into a building titled Mugalow's Emporium. "Now, Mugalow is one of the finest members of our little community here. He's a formidable wizard and a Boggard to boot, but he's quite sane. At least, enough for him to not turn us all into toads, burn the village down, or, at least as far as I know, copulate with reanimated corpses, so despite how he appears, try to be respectful. In the Mana Wastes, an angered arcanist is a danger to everyone, even themselves. Now that we have that out of the way, let me introduce you to him." Varis says as he opens the swinging double doors.
As you walk into Mugalow's Emporium, you smell sweet spices like something out of a Qadiran bazaar. Your eyes take a moment to shift from the glaring Wasteland sun to the somewhat dimmer shop. As your eyes refocus, you look around the room, draped in regal blue and purple banners with golden arcane runes stitched into them, the carpet a spiraling Vudran mandala, and the shelves lined with items both mundane, technological, magical, and technomagical. The shop's counter bears a strange small brazier burning with a blue flame. Behind the counter is a hunched figure in black hooded robes, it's back bent and crooked. A soothing, nearly sibilant, voice speaks from underneath the hood [b]"Ah, welcome travelers. I am Mugalow, finest wizard ever produced by the Boggards of. I have taken the liberty of casting some rather... invasive divinations into your pasts. Quite fascinating. I hope you will forgive me for that small indulgence, but I simply could not resist when I heard you were helping our situation. I would have offered to help, but my time in the Wastes has been... harsh to me.". Mugalow pulls back his voluminous hood, revealing a twisted visage. His frog-like face is old and withered, covered in large pustules that leak a glowing blue fluid. His left eye is about twice the size of his right eye and seems to melt partially into a 3rd eye just above the left. He has an odd patch of silvery fur growing on the top of his bulbous head. "So, what are you interested in purchasing? I have an array of fine goods from all corners of the world. Let me know what you are interested in and I'll see if I have anything in stock.".
Imak is no stranger to the ravages of the Mana Wastes but he never likes to see good people so afflicted. Especially since he knows that as a caster in the Wastes, sooner or later they would take their toll on him as well.
It's a pleasure to meet you, sir. If you have something for me to write on, I'll make a list of what I'm looking for. I lost a good deal of gear on my last trip.
[UnamatrixNET] - "Araden, my friend, please thank the good sheriff for his generosity." ... <EOM>/ ... FIDO follows the party into Mugalow's Emporium and scans the shop for useful items.
Doc strides in and lets out a low whistle as he looks around. He offers a hand to the mutated boggard. "A pleasah to meetcha Mugalow, you must know ahm Guthrak already. Ah could use a few things, whatcha got in the ways of portable alchemy equipment an' copeeahble spells er form-you-lays?"
Volk's test run of his plasma claws deems them satisfactory. He thanks and follows the sheriff to the Wizard's store.
The Kodiak's sensitive nose is initially overwhelmed with the scent of Mugalow's poultices and herbs, but he soon regains his composure.
A visible look comes across Volk's face as Mugalow mentions "extensive divinations into your pasts." At the soonest opportunity, Volk will approach the small figure and adress him in a hushed tone:
"I fear that with your divinations, wise one, that you have seen my rather... bumbling past. I would appreciate a certain degree of discretion about such humiliating subjects. As remuneration, I would be willing to do a favor in return."
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The first item, located on a high shelf, is a glowing hexagonal object of silvery metal with a glowing blue core the color of the sky. This is an arcane power core, which Unamatrix will need soon, because its power reserves are operating on emergency capacity, meaning it has around a week's worth of time before it powers down.
The second item is an optic lens array located on a low shelf, which Unamatrix will need since its previous lens system was broken by Splitear Wilk's bandits when they took a pot shot at what they thought was a broken robot. Without this, Unamatrix will have to rely on Fido's sensors to see, which has a split second lag in data transfer which could be detrimental in combat.
And the third item is an ancient memory codex crystal that looks like a cone made out of a highly reflective metal. These ancient devices were used in the Mage Wars to store important information. That it is for sale shows that Mugalow is willing to sell almost anything, because most would not part for one for any price.
The prices on the items are as follows: arcane power core-5PP, optic lens array-2PP, and memory codex-13PP for a total of 20PP.
Formulas: @10 GP
1st Level-
Ant Haul
Keen Senses
Endure Elements
Enlarge Person
Expeditious Retreat
True Strike
Longshot
Total Cost: 370
Doc happily picks through various well-made tools and bundles them up, happy as a halfling in a candy store. He also picks up some base ingredients and reagents for alchemical crafting and spends some time with the boggard discussing spells and formulas, spending some time to copy several new ones into his journal. He tests out his new kit to load a syringe with a basic formula and injecting himself, smiling as his wounds heal further.
The doc cuts into the gnoll/ghoul remains to find out more about the particular mutation and to harvest the depleted Lazurite.
He asks the sheriff about the relic he was handed earlier and where it was found.
Before the long day is done he spend an hour over a foul smelling beaker as he brews up a replacement mutagen, chatting with the others if they are around.
He's missing in action. I belong to his Fallout Game and he has been absent.
Shall we bot him for now?
Shall we bot him for now?
Imak writes down a list and hands it to the shop keeper.
Do you carry these items?