Smiling at the dwarf Felicitas sighs.
"You see, we have seen monstrous enemys close and mighty magic. I seek some more power upon my cloak to ward me off ill effects!"
"Well spit it out goldie...what ill effects you speak'n about? You want warts to go away when Croaker gives yeah a big kiss?" he giggles and spittle freely oozes from his mouth. "Or are ya look'n fer like arrow ward'n, or fire resistant?" His bushy eye brow raises, "I could enhance the resistance?"
"There's bunks back there, if you don't mind the sound of my chanting." He points towards a back room where you can rest for the night while he enchants the weapon and cloak.
"Simple a better resistance! Against all kind of attacks of body and mind. Or a major Banner to rally my comrads around it."
"Simple a better resistance! Against all kind of attacks of body and mind. Or a major Banner to rally my comrads around it."
The next morning you wake up feeling recharged and the backsmith wizard is enjoying a mead as he brushes out Felicitas wool cloak. It looks cleaner, stronger, and the crossbolt holes have been finely stitched. Croaker is leaving against the wall, polished and looking razor sharp.
"You can't stay 'ere any longer. Me spells ain't gonna hold the search off for that weapon much longer. I went an bartered with the drow and got you a scroll to hide and mask that thing for a little bit...You owe me 200 gold for it. Spell should hold till you get out beyond the Great Wall but don't dally around."
Grung pays Gruum.
Desmond stumbles out fatigued but with a couple pouches of gems from a night of unholy romping. He sold his virginity for a few trinkets and baubles. He wanders around a bit before finding his way back to the drow poisoner.
With a smirk and a raised brow, "She actually let you live?"
Desmond gives a weak but charismatic smile. "With a face like this? You can't pass up on a second chance. Any chance you know where my companions went to sleep last night?"
Desmond gives a weak but charismatic smile. "With a face like this? You can't pass up on a second chance. Any chance you know where my companions went to sleep last night?"
"Yes."
"So, what about Desmond? Can you prepare a way to detect or cure vampirism?"
Desmond chuckles. "Ah, walked right into that one. Would you please be so kind as to let me know where that is?"
"So, what about Desmond? Can you prepare a way to detect or cure vampirism?"
"Not me area of work." The blacksmith wizard shrugs. The the poisoner 'as somethin' for that affliction." He frowns at the party as they stir. "You goin' vampire huntin'? A stake through the heart works best."
Desmond chuckles. "Ah, walked right into that one. Would you please be so kind as to let me know where that is?"
She rubs her hands together and smiles, just as she opens her upward palm. "A few baubles should do it."
Well done here in the Dungeon of Graves, she hasn't tried to kill you - yet. Plus, you did live through the evening, so all things considered you figure she's trustworthy enough. A nice clear gems or two could pry her lips open.
"Nothing is free."
"No dye." He shakes his head. "You want one of tankards that fills itself up with cheap ale and couple times a day?" He nods to himself. "Three stalls down the back alley you can get both the tankard and the dye but keep your conversations short and crisp there, or you'll end up with your neck slit." You have no doubt that the infers the vendor and his customers are ruthless.
"Aye, I can pay for the armor and shield."
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"So, once we collect our wayward idiot, perhaps we start moving back towards the tunnels and an exit? We don't really want to attract attention, although Master Gruum's spell should keep eyes off the axe for now."
Karnog hands over 200gp for the scroll, nodding his thanks as he does.
Desmond tiredly counts out 250 gold. He was big on adventure, but didn't need to play any more games for the time being.
To Karnog and Kalim
"Yes, sounds good. That's on our way out, anyways."
The party takes their leave from the blacksmith wizard's shop and makes their way towards another small shop. There a distinctive feel of death looming in the think air. Several sets of eyes glare at you from the shadows, when you notice the pale wayward idiot shuffling down alley. He looks pale, exhausted, but surprising satisfied with himself.
Nym the doorway into the shop is to your left, it's an oddly shaped building that has a distinctly tilted shape to it - as if warped.
this is a very curious building.
The building has been perverted with spells that have gone wild.
Seeing Desmond alive and (mostly) well, Karnog calls the man over to the group.
"Well, you seem to have survived the night, at least. Any curses, enchantments, and other devilry I need to correct for you?"
Glancing over Desmond, Karnog looks for signs of illness, injury, and the like.
Heal
Nym approaches the door cousciously and enters the odd looking building.
Grung frowns at the odd sorcerer, but he lets him take the lead and he follows with Croaker out.
Desmond shuffles out of the alley, pale and tired, but with the largest, smuggest, superior grin on his face.
"Told you I'd be fine."
Then he swiftly collapsed into the cleric's arms.
"You're one of the most foolish men I've ever seen. I am rather surprised to see you alive and mostly unharmed. Come along, let's get some privacy and I will patch you up."
Karnog drags Desmond into a shaded and covered alley, then casts restoration on the rogue, using the diamond dust the vampire provided earlier.
"That dust, he pays for it. We're not a std clinic, and this b@$%$~$~ should never happen again."
"Yes, the undead blood sucker provided more than enough to cast the spell. Honestly, I was expecting a more permanent injury, but a little missing blood is relatively easily repaired."
Karnog looks directly into Desmond's face as he continues.
"But I agree with you, Kalim. That should never happen again, for the good of all of us."
"Plenty of ways to get your dick wet without possibly compromising us all."
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Desmond shakes his head and opens his eyes wide, then gets up with a grin. "Of course, only fair." Desmond takes out a sizable handful of coins and puts it into Karnog's pocket. "A 19000 gold upswing, I count that a victory. Plus the story, which is priceless."
Desmond scoffs at the two. "Please, I'm here safe and sound and we're more the richer for it, both monetarily and my character. And it was only partially about getting my dick wet, captain cobwebs."
Nym and Grung step through the oddly shaped building. Once inside everything leans to the left, even you stance is noticeably tilted and you even feel a bit off-balanced by this strange effect. There are a few customers inside bartering with a cleric. A gruff voice booms from around a display case, 'Whatdaya want...be quick, spend coin or git. Nuf freeloaders."
His eyes narrow and he carefully looks at Nym and Grung in.
Electra sighs and with a smile nods to Desmond."On that we agree. I will make a ballad. Of brave Ser Desmond, who willingly went to a vampire´s Den, seduced by recklessness and greed, to get drained like a waterskin!"
His eyes narrow and he carefully looks at Nym and Grung in.
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As Desmond and the others lament about his foolhardy sexual escapades they begin to draw the attention of some monsters. One of those Tentacle Horrors appear roughly 35 feet away from at one of of the alley, but he is not alone he has a grey man with the head of some elongated squid. There a pack of eight goblins surrounding them.