"Selaros I've got a couple other stops to make. Nisk thank you for your time."
Eloisa heads to The Feathered Serpent. "Hello" she calls as she enters the store. "I"m looking for a specific scroll, but I'm also interested in what you have available. I need a copy of Charm Person. I also specialize in Evocation spells." She looks around for anything interesting while waiting for an answer.
Picking out a stylish black and green silken kimono, Asa holds it up to herself. "I think this will do nicely, thank you Savrah. What do I owe you for it?"
Asa arrives at Korvut's shop, tying the apron around her clothes. "Sorry I am late, we had somewhat of an emergency at the glassworks this morning. Can't go into too much detail, but suffice to say the town's troubles are not over yet. Might be a good time to see about upgrading the guard's weaponry, they may have use for it." Setting her black blade next to the hearth, she points to it. "Speaking of, I need to make a worthy scabbard for my new blade. Do you have any spare or scrap precious metals or stones? I was thinking a simple steel with silver accents, perhaps some garnet or malachite fragments."
"Well I have nothing els to do today, so I'll accompany you to these other places also. I might learn or see something interresting in those. I have never really been inside the Feathered Serpent." Selaros says following with Eloisa after he paid for his potions.
You can buy those at normal price, Selaros.
At the Feathered Serpent, an androgynous person stands behind the counter. They are wearing an elegant long-sleeved shirt and trousers, and have immaculately manicured nails and styled hair the color of the midnight sky.
"Greetings," the person says, voice silky smooth. They smile warmly.
"I'm Vorvashali Voon. I can help you find that scroll. Is there anything else you're in the market for?"
Among the openly displayed wares, Eloisa, you see several scrolls; one of Protection from Evil, one of Web, and one of Disintegrate. you also see several other magic items, including a Ring of Protection +5 and a Wand of Color Spray.
Asa, Korvut nods.
"Not to worry! I think I have what you're looking for, just look through the leftover supplies. As far as the guard, well, you'll have a better in there than I would. Maybe you should speak to the Sheriff about that?""
Asa turns as Shae addresses her, noticing for the first time Calin hovering behind.
"Why wouldn't I? No one has said challenging words about my upbringing or mysteriously arrived from parts unknown since brunch. As such, I am looking forward to some time at the forge after this."
Shaedeen looks rather blankly at Asa.
Is she joking or not? I honestly can't tell!
After giving some thought to how many times she's seen the dhampir laughing, joking, or just plain fooling around since their tense first meeting, Shae decides Asa isn't joking.
Once Asa's left and Shae realizes she's got quite a bit more saving to do before she'll own any magical boots, the teen tells Rast that she'll be returning to her room at the White Deer should her presence be required. Then she heads off for some rest, relaxation, and scheming.
With the Dhampir's business concluded Calin moved forward to speak to Savrah.
" I beg your pardon, I was... looking for something in a shield. Something specific. Back in Greengold, the Thorn legion had these shields... almost as tall as a man or elf at standing height, broad easily covering a soldier up behind it if need be. The used a dark wood for them but I was wondering if you had something like that? Could have something made like that? If I have to have it made, whom should i go to?"
He asked Savrah smiling nervously.
"Thanks, I think I found them." Setting aside some iron, she proceeds to sift through the leftover supplies from past projects. Selecting some silver scraps from a project for some nobleman's door frames, as well as a handful of choice garnets and malachite fragments, Asa starts to work in making her new blade a proper scabbard.
As she works, she thinks over Korvut's words. "I probably should. Do you think that you and I alone could fill such an order?"
Shaedeen, as is her wont, quickly becomes bored and decides to spend a few hours poking her nose into other people's business, asking around in an attempt to learn more about Father Zantus's adopted daughter and the fire that allegedly claimed her life.
She smiles at the being, "If you would be so kind, I'll take the scroll of Charm Person, Protection from Evil, and Web. I see you have some other lovely magical items. They are a bit out of my budget at the moment. I'm sure I'll be back."
Eloisa- Voon squints a bit at you. Recognition seems to dawn, and they smile at you, suddenly radiant.
"Ah! I was wondering where I knew you from! You're one of the heroes of Sandpoint! Please, take these at a bit of a discount; you've certainly earned that! I'm happy to help you with any future purchases as well. My stock is always changing, so I may have new items next week. Make sure to check back!"
Go ahead and take a 20% discount, Eloisa.
Rast- You can certainly find a Masterwork Breastplate.
Calin- If you're looking for a darkwood shield, specifically... then yeah, she has the hell out of a Darkwood Shield. In fact, she has a normal one and a +1 Darkwood Shield. Also, Calin, make sure you leveled up to 3.
Asa- your work on the scabbard goes smoothly, and you end up with quite the piece. Korvut grunts approvingly as he sees your hands ply their craft.
"I mean, yeah, but it would take us a while. I could certainly start, though. It would be easier if Savrah and Dante got in on it....which, maybe they would. First step is definitely to talk to Hemlock, though!"
Merrick, did you want to do anything?
Merrick will ask Bethana, and other regulars at the Rusty Dragon, if Ameiko likes anything in particular; a certain color, flowers, anything. The woman has just been through a hellacious ordeal; Merrick would like to get her a small token, just to show that there are people that care about her.
Make a Diplomacy check, Merrick.
Okay. You learn that Ameiko is skilled as a bard, so might appreciate items that a Bard might use. You learn that Ameiko is a particularly skilled singer and string musician, with her preferred instrument being the samisen. She also enjoys works of art, exotic spices, and good adventuring stories.
His eyes about fell out at the sight of the two shields, his hands reaching out touching the enchanted shield longingly for a moment before he shook his head, there was no way he could afford something like that right now, as it were he knew the cost of the other would be more coin than he had ever spent before in his life. He picked up the mundane shield and hefted it a large smile on his face.
"This... this is wonderful, Thank you Savrah."
He said pulling out his coin pouch and counting out the coin.
He pulled the magical shield they had found in the underground ruins beneath the glassworks to see what Savrah would offer for it, quite giddy when he noticed Rast for the first time in the shop. He looked guiltily down at the shield and then nodded towards the half orc.
"Friend Rast, I didnt notice you step in, looking to improve your armor? I uh... If you would like some practice moving about and stuff in it, drop by anytime we could spar and maybe i could offer pointers?"
He began moving closer. He let his eyes widen like he just had a thought. He took the magical shield in his hands and proffered it torwards Rast.
"We found this in the ruins... and at the time it was better than my shield for sure, but now i purchased this." He began patting the darkwooden tower shield on his back. "So i thought you could use it. Eloisa thought it was enchanted to make it sturdier."
He added.
Asa nods, satisfied with the finished product. "Not quite as splendid as the blade it will be home to, but it will at least not bring it dishonor." Attaching the scabbard to her belt, she retrieves the blade in question from where she set it.
*Sorry about the wait, I have finished making a scabbard to serve as your home when I am not smiting our foes. I hope that you find it to your liking, let me know if you find it to be too tight or loose.*
Sheathing the blade upon her hip, slightly before where her old falcata still hangs, she turns back to Korvut. "I will certainly ask her, though I will leave asking Savrah to you. As for Dante..." the dhampir shakes her head, tossing her hair out of her eyes as she does, "the man needs the work, but that is not the same as being ready to do it. We can ask him, but I recommend that if we do, we do so as a collective. You, me, Savrah, Hemlock, and even the mayor if we can get her to agree to it." A rare smile graces Asa's lips.
"That would be a sight to see. And perhaps enough of one to get the man back into the forge once more."
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Rast breaks into a large grin when given the idea of the shield.
"I... I don't have much gold left but if you bought something to replace this I feel I should chip in but I spent a lot on this breastplate. I... I should chip in when I have money, it's,, well it's magic."
As he talks it becomes rapidly clear that this would be the most expensive thing Rast has ever owned.
"Ah Rast dont worry about it."
He began gently reaching up and clapping his hand on the cleric's shoulder and giving him a slight squeeze.
"Just remember if you want pratice getting used to its weight just stop by the Goblin Squash stables. I'm off to see if Asa will do some detail work for me without too many insults on my charector."
He began with a smile and a head nod turning to go with his purchase and try to find the dhampir woman.
Eloisa hands over her gold, and takes the scrolls with a grateful smile. I will be back. Thank you." On the way out of the store, "Selaros I need to scribe these into my spellbook today, then I can scribe them into a scroll. Convoluted I know." she laughs. "Once it's in my book I can scribe as many scrolls of it as I need given enough time. If I just read it now, it's gone forever. I'm going to stop by Isoari's school to see if he has anything for me to learn, and then I'm headed home to scribe these. Can you lead the way to the school? If you still have time run errands with me of course." Eloisa asks. She looks giddy at getting to scribe new spells.
Selaros looked a bit confused as Eloisa started to desribe how she was going to use the spells, but saw what se meant after she laughed. "You almost had me confused there for a moment. I was starting to think you did something wrong with scirbing the scroll into the spellbook and back into a scroll. But you cleared it up afterwards, I never knew those things lost their magic after you read them." He says smiling at her, before adding. "I'll lead you to the School before I head out for one last errand for today."
Taking up some of the projects still on the to-do list, Asa turns her smithing attentions to crafting additional horseshoes required for the shop.
Clearly not her best work, the shoes are still functional enough to be sold.
She blushes slightly. "Sometimes I don't explain things well. Lead the way."
"Don't sweat the small stuff Eloisa, it's natural for some of great intelligence to to explain things a way they understand, but there listeners doesn't understand how it works. Specially me who doens't know much of magic, my father had the gift of divine magic, but I've never had that talent or patience to learn it."
He frowned slightly standing at the periphery of the forge trying to figure out how to broach the question of the volatile dhampir woman. With a deep sigh he approached sliding the large shield from his back to his front and biting his lip for just a moment.
"Miss Asa, do you have a moment?"
He asked standing there rigidly.
Placing the last shoe into the water trough to cool before placing it in the stack, Asa turns as Calin addresses her. A slight smile graces her lips along with a look of recognition.
"Of course, Calin. You must be here for your new weapon, correct? Give me a minute to get the iron needed and I will be right with you."
Unlike any time Calin has ever seen her, Asa almost seems completely comfortable and at home behind Korgut's anvil. If she wasn't wearing the same clothes from before, complete with bandage over her hand from the blood spent on finishing off the sinspawn pool, he might have thought that she had a twin sister.
"Korvut, I am going to use the rest of the boar's tusk on Calin's weapon. Also, the cost of materials for his order will be covered by me. Just let me know what I owe you for it." Taking a few bars or iron, the remaining boar's tusk, and a few other items, Asa returns to Calin.
"Sorry about the wait, so what can I make for you today?"
"Weapon? I uh... I dont necessarily need a weapon, that flail we found in the ruins will suffice. I know .. you work with mostly weapons and the like, but i wondered if you could make some sort of metal releif to place on this new shield of mine. I was thinking maybe something like a rearing horse... or a horses head here in the middle."
He set the masterfully made darkwood shield down in front of her and offered a smile. but he also set the flail there since she seemed set on working on it.
Asa gives the darkwood shield an appraising look, letting out a low whistle as she does.
"My specialty has always been in weaponry, though even I can see the love and care that went into making this. Is this what you got at Savrah's after I left?" She takes a piece of parchment and a pen from nearby and lightly starts drawing four shield shapes roughly the same dimensions as Calin's.
"Well, I should be able to make something like these," Asa says thoughtfully as she draws a few renditions of horses in the first three shields, showing him roughly what they would look like proportioned to the body of the shield itself, "or if you want something really fancy I could try this." she finishes the pair of horses facing each other in the final shield as she finishes the sentence.
She passes the paper back over to Calin for him to see what catches his fancy, picking up his flail as she does.
"As for this, it is sufficient quality to do the job of slaying goblins I suppose." She gives it an experimental swing, shaking her head as the slight imperfections of its balance cause the arc to not entirely be true. "Still, my offer stands to make you a better one. One that doesn't have the slight imbalance of weight in the head, the minor warping in the chain links, or the rough cracking in the handle. Or something else entirely, if you would prefer a sword or mace or whatnot."
Shae, you find out that Father Tobyn's daughter, Nualia, wasn't fully human. The townsfolk weren't clear if she was an Aasimar or a true half-Celestial, but there was clearly divine lineage in her. Father Tobyn was fairly strict, and Nualia wasn't the most devout of children. When she was a teen, she dallied with a local boy and became pregnant. It was quite the scandal.
Several months after, there was the fire.
Father Tobyn's bones were found, but Nualia's body was never recovered.
Asa nods as Calin picks the specific design he wants, making notes on any specific changes he has for it.
"Well, while you are making up your mind on what weapon you want I will get started on this. It shouldn't take too long."
[dice=Craft: MWK "Weapons"]1d20+11[/dice]
The steel almost sings as she shapes it into the chosen shape and style. Feeling confident, she adds embellishments and embosments with the grace of an artist. Satisfied, she hands Calin the finished product, the horse almost seeming to be life-like against the wooden backdrop of the shield.
"There. I hope it is to your liking. I doubt it will add anything to the functionality of your shield, but you might be able to wear it to formal gatherings now."
He picked the design and quietly watched her go about her work, pratically enthralled by her craftmenship. It was certainly somthing way beyond his understanding it seemed.
"I like the way a flail rests in my hand, the praticed motions of its weight as it swings, besides i know a few tricks to disarm or disable someone with it, unlike a sword which i can just kill someone with."
He answered, only slightly frowning at how she described the flail they had found... she was the weapon expert so he didnt think he should doubt her judgement of its imperfectins he hadnt really noticed.
Asa nods thoughtfully as Calin describes how he utilizes a flail.
"Well, those are all good points. A weapon should be an extension of one's will, one's arm." To demonstrate, she pulls out her old falcata as well as her black blade, placing them both on the counter.
*I am going to let you be held by the man. Don't worry, I am not giving you to him. I just want him to be able to see the difference proper craftsmanship can make.*
"Feel the weight of both of those. The balance. Neither are bad blades, both would serve the same functions and purpose in the hands of someone trained in their use. But my new sword is better fitted in the grip to my hand, slightly better balanced at the center. As such, it is more of an extension of my arm when I swing with it."
Taking the steel, Asa begins working on the chain for the flail, as well as its head. Unsatisfied with the results, she melts the metal down again and starts over. "It has to be perfect, precise. Not even a link must be malformed in the slightest, or you will find it less reliable."
This time the chain links are almost identical, each polished and smooth as they are interwoven. The head she spends extra time on, placing ridges and spikes at precise intervals to better chew through an opponent's flesh or armor. Taking a solid black oak shaft, she inlays the remaining boar tusk into sections that she carves out in the shape of horses running down from the top to the grip (which she makes by wrapping fine quality leather at optimal spot for comfort). Finally satisfied, she pins the cap of the chain to the top of the shaft using steel pins. Handing it to Calin, she gives him a small bow and a smile.
"Give that a few test swings. If something is off let me know and I will adjust it accordingly."
Finally wrapping up her work for the day, Asa takes off her apron. "Thank you, as always, Korvut for the opportunity to perfect the craft. I think the Dragon will be closed tonight, so I will see you tomorrow." Giving the man a bow, she leaves the smithy toward the Dragon. "Time to wash up and see how Ameiko is doing."