each +11 a+2 more if it's a spell
Two of the clerks break down in tears. While the apprentice smith simply stands in horror looking at her darkened flame. "Yes...yes, sir." She mumbles. She is mesmerized.
"What devil to bring with you." A customer, a holy swordsman, draws his heavy bastards sword in a defensive position. "Evil...pure and simple."
"For sale you say?" A customer flanked by several servants steps forward. "I am Jenk, I serve a master of a caravan, that departs in a few days. These weapons should be handled with care. I'm sure my master would have an interest."
"Karnog, can you negate this temporarily? We needn't expose the weak-willed to it." He tries not to look to Desmond as he says this.
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Karnog casts protection from evil on Desmond.
Clapping a hand on Desmond's shoulder, Karnog smiles grimly at the rogue. "Aye, lad, thanks. Those things hurt my very soul just to touch them. I appreciate it."
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Varl shield's his eyes from the sight of the weapons, turning away instinctively. While Nib steps forward to gain a better look. The clammy darkness sets itself within the tent. There is feeling a of presence...evil.
The halfling steps up to inspect the weapons, "Oye, you've got yourselves real whoppers here." His eyes shift to Karnog, "It's like a beacon calling forth a great power. Y..y..you need to see Talbard the Grey. Perhaps, he has something one of his books." He is careful not to touch the items.
Nym eyes the weapon for a moment then the hobgoblin.
He turns to the hobgoblin
With a grimace, Karnog removes the weapons to an extra dimensional space.
Will: will, negative levels included
Will: will, negative levels included
Desmond is all about touching the items. "Could you lot speak in common every once in a while? Karnog, do you have any idea who might have made this weapon?"
"Oh, right, sorry about that Desmond. I was just suggesting to our dark-skinned friend that the desire to sell these pieces to the first person who expresses interest might not be for the best. As to who made them, I don't know. But like Nib suggested, if we talk to this Tabard fellow, he may have some details for us."
"Spend less time getting your dagger wet with parasites and learn a language or a spell, Desmond." Kalim casts Tongues. "All of you, ask yourselves if you suddenly care more about those weapons than before. Why might that be?"
The hobgoblin steps back, "No need to square off. My caravan master departs in a few days. No need for uncalled for tension here." He raises his hands palms out, "Name's Jenk, yes, I'd be interested in buying all three items."
Felicitas smiles and then whispers in Karnogs ear."Well in the end, if we wanted to sell those items, it had to be to, well let´s say unsavory types. But we need those funds, to further explore the halls. It was close this time, and I am sure it will get worse and worse!"
Grung just watches
Karnog steps up to try to wrap the items and put them away, just as steps forward Felicitas whispers in his ear, and Desmond and Nym get antsy...
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"Hey you don't want to hold onto that, you reach in the wrong way and poof! Where does our glorious orc god go? I'll hold onto it for now."
Kalim casts Tongues.
Suddenly the dark elf understands surface common and instantly realizes the Kalim must have cast the spell. He looks over to Kalim "Thanks friend. You may need to teach me that one." then back to the group as a whole " I just have good feeling that we should send them with G'enk. I can really explain it."
Kalim casts Tongues.
Suddenly the dark elf understands surface common and instantly realizes the Kalim must have cast the spell. He looks over to Kalim "Thanks friend. You may need to teach me that one." then back to the group as a whole " I just have good feeling that we should send them with G'enk. I can really explain it."
"Would you be happier with me touching the weapons? No one has ever accused me of being good."
Desmond steps between Karnog and the evil weapons, he sardonically pokes at the cleric, then quickly wraps and stores the weapons in his bag. "Yes, Nym...we should consider selling the items to the Jenk's caravan master." He nods at the drow.
"Hey king don't you and our songbird need to go study." A huge wry smile crosses his face. "Grung, I'm sure you'll fit right in at a library." He steps back and grabs is tankard and chugs it. "Me on the other hand, I need spend some coppers, I have got an inch that needs aggressive scratching."
The two companions walk west towards the river. Talbard's Books and Learning is tucked in a small copse of trees near the riverbank. As you approach you see a person sitting under a spruce tree reading a book. The tree's bark is lit up like a reading lamp. The stranger doesn't bother to look up when you pass.
Eventually you arrive at double fortified iron doors which a massive lion head knocker. Grung shifts uncomfortably feeling nearly naked in just his chain shirt and shield.
Pretty fortified for a library. Whelp, shall we see what we can find?
He lifts the knocker and knocks.
A bit dismayed that the weapons weren't sold the the hobgoblin Nym turns to Nib and Kalim. "Would help me learn surface common so I won't need a spell? Also if we go outside might be beneficial for me to look like a surface elf. Mayhaps Nîb, you would have something to help with that?
The large iron door opens without a sound. "Yes, how can I help you?" the aged man wearing a floppy yellow hat blinks a few times. He smiles at three strangers at his front door: the male dwarf, the female human, and a fluttering bright faerie dragon. "What an odd lot, you make." The wrinkled man comments out loud.
"Oh....yes, yes, learning common is task. But one worthy of doing." He tugs at the drow. "I get all types here, sometimes we trade for interesting items when folks don't have enough coin. I have a simple book that will be able to help you leatn the sounds and shapes...and it has pictures." He pulls Nym over to a side cupboard. "Varl was furious when I made this trade." He says it loud enough for Barl to hear and snarl back.
"We traded a small sharpened blade for this book." He fishes a large book out from under some cloth. He smiles, "Here it is." He shows you the tome with a picture of dragon on it.
He runs his finger over the the picture and says the word: "Dra...gon." slowly.
He opens the cover and there a big letter "A" and a small letter "a" along with a picture of an ant. "A" is for ant." He says slowly.
Desmond proceeds to the Slywink chuckling at the reading lesson being given to Nym. "B...be is for blithering bumbling bullspitt." he leaves for the tavern.
Jenk waits for Varl to finish putting and edge on his battleaxe. He swings it a few times to test it, the whoosh sound cuts the air. He pays with a large stone and nods to his companions. [b]"If you want to sell those items we'll be in the caravan staging area for the couple days. Jenk and his companions leave Varl's shortly thereafter.