The drow snatches up the coin, "You want nothing to conceal your true nature?' She slowl starts to pull the vials and potions towards her.
As you turn to walk away she drops a heft pouch into your palm.
The toothy maw grabs another slave - a human slave this time - and she shrieks as it sinks its teeth into her skull. She twitches violently, legs kicking out, then slumps limply under it's grasp. Her brains sucked out.
The potionmaking poisoner gives directions to the where enchantments can be had and other gear purchased. "So will you be purchasing any of my goods....or will your visit to this market be concluded?" The emphasis on concluded does sound grave to you.
"So is that "no" you don't have what I am looking for? I personally don't have need of these particular potions."
The potionmaking poisoner gives directions to the where enchantments can be had and other gear purchased. "So will you be purchasing any of my goods....or will your visit to this market be concluded?" The emphasis on concluded does sound grave to you."So is that "no" you don't have what I am looking for? I personally don't have need of these particular potions."
Kalim turns to Nym. "You wouldn't happen to be a scout would you?"Undercommon: Not exactly, but in a pinch I can be stealthy.
"Perhaps something for removing curses or something for revitalizing ones magic ability? Also would you have something for getting out of tight situations?" Nym says long fingered purveyor and as he nudges Karnog "I believe my friends are still contemplating on what to buy"
"yes...I have just what you are looking for to remove curses."
"I have both slippery oil and remove curse." She shurgs looking quite disinterested with your group now.
As you turn to walk away she drops a heft pouch into your palm.
Undercommon: "Your wares are certainly useful, but your prices do dear for now. I am unwilling to trade such sums for unproven merchandise, with all due respect."
Turning from the stall, Karnog lays a hand on Kalim's shoulder.
Dwarven:
Letting out a large sigh, Karnog watches Desmond walk off with the vampire.
"That one will require even more scutiny, now. I shudder to think what that creature is doing to him, body and soul."
"I have both slippery oil and remove curse." She shurgs looking quite disinterested with your group now.
Nym shrugs giving a somewhat weary smile
Topsiders. Price?
Brother what did they say about the enchantment. And I feel like we should stop that slave killing thing.
"The weapon enchanter is down this way, according to the alchemist."
Karnog frowns at the monster killing and brain eating slaves.
"I want to stop it, too, but I fear we are outclassed at this point. Picking our battles and all, you know? "
"Purrrhhhhhhhhapppps you should leave that bundle with your friends." The seductive vampire coos in Desmond's ear as she wraps her lithe body against his side. She playfully nips at your ear lobe drawing a droplet of juicy blood which greedily nuzzles.
"Well...if you aren't going to purchase anything from me that is your unwise choice. Be gone...be gone your keeping paying folks from my wares."
"Oh...I believe in a fair price...fair price given the situation. I only offer the highest quality items. Of course, as you know, obtaining quality ingredients down here comes at great personal expense." She smiles as her long fingers with stubby nails rub her chin, "But for you my fellow kin I'll slash my price to $1000 gold per potion."
"Oh, I have a few potions of misdirection, they can particularly helpful when divination is used. Here everyone is divining something. Becasue I like you, I'll sell those for the same fair and reasonable price of $1000 gold."
"Ohhhh yes, I'll sell to anyone."
"I was not expecting to hit the market today and came without all the funds I may need. I will take the Point of Slipperiness." Nym hands the drow maiden the gold and takes the potion, then hurries to catch up to the others.
Upon reaching Kalim Nym says in a hushed tone (Undercommon): "She is right, your friends stand out. You less so, but the other very much. Some disguising may not be uncalled for. We also might not want to flaunt the captain of the gaurds axe round until we are clear of this area."
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Kalim moves to King Grungsdi.
Dwarven:
"Mhmm, will do. Come, I'd hate to have you wait any longer..."
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Good thoughts. We should probably find the most likely one to take on the role of guard commander or whatever that abomination was. For now I will cover it.
Grung moves it so it is covered by his cloak and how he holds his shield.
The vampire leads you through the crypt door. Inside there is deem redish green glow form the lichen along with a deluxe double wide coffin filled with just the right amount of soil. There are plenty of leather straps and bands around the room.
The drow slips the oil to the Nym and picks up the coin. She give one singular nod to her kin. [b}"Nothing for your comrades. Instinctively knowing that drow have no "friends."
Felicitas would buy a fresh potion of gaseous form in a small flacon.
Looking for potions for Aurora in tiny form. So that she can stash them in a bandoleer.
"yes, I have what you are looking for songibird." she has two gaseous form potions.
She smiles at Nym,
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The drow vampiress slither over you once inside her crypt. There are several dire wolves curled up within, each sniffs the air the door opens. Martil's fingers playfully rake the side of Desmond's face, tearing a thin layer of skin away. "Get comfortable." Pushing on your chest.
She smiles at Nym, ** spoiler omitted **
Felicitas will haggle a bit but ultimativly buy them.
"Woohoo, alright now. Remember I need this face to charm more ladies in the future." Desmond keeps an eye on the creatures and puts a hand on his quick runners shirt. Hmm, mighta been right about this.
The group moves down to the enchanter's shop and rickety wooden shack. This is particularly odd since wood is rare at this subterranean depth. He looks at you skeptically and snorts just before he spit a big loogy at Grung's feet. In common, "Whatcha need." His brow furrows as he hacks up another blob of split.
"Come on now...speak."
To your surprise the enchanter is a fellow dwarf.
The vampiress roughly pushes Desmond into her double wide coffin and she eagerly slithers on top of him. She smiles revealing her two long needle-like fangs.
Desmond gives a grin and steels himself for the bite, then after a moment thinks Oh what the hell, it's what she bought me for and starts getting a little frisky with her.
Common: "Greetings, my friend here is looking to improve the magic on his weapon. We've been told you're the person to talk to about that."
Karnog looks the other dwarf up and down closely, trying to determine if he's one of the accursed "grey dwarves" he's heard so much about.
Dwarven: "Not common to meet our kind this deep. What brings you round here?"