Shadowed Designs

Game Master Mystic_Snowfang

"Alright, thanks for the help." Leaf walks out with Zooke.
"Wish I could say that wasn't a total bust, but I think he cheated me a bag."

"I wasn't sure if you were going to be able to haggle him down, so..." he hands her the bag.

She nods. "It is." She manages to croak out.

Enall pulls her close and hugs her tightly enough she can feel his heart beating.

"Then do me a favor okay? Next time you've got a big secret to tell me, make sure I'm sitting down, okay?"

Mimay nods and smiles at him. "Weren't you sitting down on Auto?" She points out, then pauses and smiles even more. "Do you realize that since we are to be married, that I am now free because if a slave marries a free man, then that slave is no longer considered a slave, nor are any children they may have." She smiles at him, eyes bright. "This is good, I wouldn't care if I were free or not, but it means our child will be born free."

Leaf shhoots Zooke a penetrating glare.
"Zooke, I have money. You don't need to go stealing stuff."

"I didn't, actually, but that is the third most wonderful news I've heard in a while, with the first two being that you'll marry me and that I'm going to be father."

"And you know I was talking about a chair or something, not Auto. He doesn't have railing, though I'm thinking it might be a good idea to put some on him now."

"He was trying to screw you over." Zooke points out.

"That might be a good idea, unless you want to get knocked off of him during battle if you're not careful." Mimay says, grinning at him. "So, where shall we go? This seems like a very small settlement."

"I know that, and to be honest, I thought he was trying to screw me over a lot worse than he was. Even so, it's not right to steal from other people, no matter how much they may deserve it."
Leaf looks a little sad as she says this. Pranks are one thing to her, but stealing is against the law almost anywhere, and she doesn't want her friends to get into trouble, especially Zooke.

"Go?" Enall asks, confused for a moment before realization hits him. "Oh, for that. Do you think we could find a priest around here?"

"Humans enslaved me, kicked me around and generally treated me like dirt. Kept me in one place and started the bleaching. Quite frankly, I don't care if it's not right." He snaps.

Mimay chuckled. "No, I just meant go. You know, to see stuff."

"But not all humans are like that! I was raised by a human! Yes, I've known humans that are just horrible, even before I came here, but I didn't break the law to try and show them what horrible people they were."
Leaf starts to tear up a little as she says this.
"I know you were hurt, badly. I just wish I could take the pain away..."

"I've got family back home. A little sister I never got to see grow up." He says. I... I don't think the pain will ever go away.

"I'll take you home, then. I'll make sure you see your little sister. Just promise you won't fade away before then."

"I'll try not to." He says. "Being with you is helping, a lot. Being on this adventure, but after a while the sand gets to you. Nothing but sand everywhere."

Mimay chuckled. "No, I just meant go. You know, to see stuff."

"Oh, okay then." Enall says with a deep red face. "Yeah, I wouldn't mind looking around."

"I guess it does."
Leaf feels a little numb after this, almost like that time with the eels.

Seeing as the settlement is that small Kujoe would bring the goblin to the only shop instead to get Ix some armour or new battle gear knowing that goblin craft is not the most fine of weaponry he would want to get the best deal possible and would not go for anything worse.

Diplomacy:1d20 + 13 ⇒ (8) + 13 = 21

"Maybe we can find something for me to wear. I guess we can talk to Cer about wedding us." Mimay says.

The shopkeeper looks at him.

"Yes?" he says, grinning. How may I help you?

"Greetings sir I am in search of some arms and amour for my small friend here" He says pointing to the little goblin "Was wondering what you had to offer round these parts."

The man points him in the direction of some old looking armour that is made of lacquered palm wood. It seems to be finely made.

Eight hundered gold he declares, beginning haggling.

"eight hundred gold pieces you expect me to believe that that piece a wood is worth eight hundred. Your the only store in this little villa and you try to get away with selling these blokes your craft for at least 10 times it's worth bah I am sure being the only bloody store in many miles you get enough business as is you just trying to cheat me outta my coin." Kujoe obnoxiously yells at the man obviously stretching this a little to far.

Intimidate:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

Diplomacy:1d20 + 13 ⇒ (14) + 13 = 27

Would I need to roll appraise or another skill to know how much it's actually worth.

If you want to you can

"It is a very fine set of armour, and is worth at least five hundred gold."

"And what rare woods is this fine suit made of then, or better yet what great wise blacksmith crafted it." Says Kujoe quite sarcastically. He turns to the gob and whispers. "You by chance know anything about appraising." Hoping to learn if the merchant lies or not.

Attempt to appraise:1d20 - 1 ⇒ (5) - 1 = 4

btw is the amour sized for the goblin wasn't clear on that cause Kujoe isn't interested in getting a new plate for himself.

"It was crafted from the rare black palm that grows only once every thousand years from a seed that falls from the great heavens." he says.

Bluff1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29

It is hard for you to figure out what the armour is worth.

When Leaf ans Zooke get back to the caravan, she finds a secluded carriage top, after putting the tanglefoot bags somewhere safe and quickly accessible, and lies down and just looks at the sky, turning over her friends words in her mind.
"I wonder, what is it like to have that much bitterness bottled up inside of you. That much pain, and anger."
And with that, she slowly falls into a fitful sleep, filled with the horrors she imagines Zooke must have gone through.

Kujoe gives a light growl type nose as he is not able to crack this safe he finally come to a agreement. "350 last offer." Kujoe will go no higher.

"350, very well. We have a deal" the man says.

Kujoe hands over what is the majority of his money in return for the piece of wood. He gets Ix to try it on and ask about his preferred choice of weapon than turns to the man and says. "Got any dull blades too." He says once again being a bit of a smart-ass.

The goblin hops up onto the counter and brandishes his tatty hammer at the man.

That armour not worth any gold, Ix's mother could eat wood a poop out better armour! Give friend fair deal or Ix will bop your nose in, heal it and bop it in again! And... and poop on table too!

intimidate 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15

The man relents.

"I will give you the armour for ten gold, and throw in a hammar. Just call your little monster off, he's getting his golbin flith all over everything.

Kujoe gives a chuckle kinda figuring something like this would happen he accepts the mans request and comments "I take the hammer is made of this rare wood to eh." He then tells Ix to get down he whispers to Ix. "good one."

"No, it is made from copper. He says.

No matter Kujoe takes the hammer and his gold not really expecting it to be of fine craft either and then bids the merchant farewell leaving with Ix.

Has everyone gotten what they needed in the town?

Em strides into the shop after failing to find much of she was looking for. "Ho, friend! I'm looking for a crate of batchlor's snuff and some belladonna root, and some other alchemical, ah, items. You know, got to get a little something for the ladies." She winks, and reads deeply into the man. 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (20) + 17 = 37

I have, but you might wanna get someone to wake Leaf up before leaving.

Em- The shopkeeper, who is ugly as a dog and likely has every nasty thing you can catch known in all the planes, winks at you. "I think I know what you really want, handsome." he says

"You can have anything you want for free, and have your way with me."

A bulldog with worms and a rash arse end looks more attractive than his face.

I'm still here. Just a little overwhelmed with what is going on. I'd envisioned Colt as very taciturn, and stoic. Don't worry he'll show up when the time is right.

"Very well then." The tiefling winks at the man searches to gather the supplies she was looking for, before promptly walking out the door.
Anything else she interesting she finds before she leaves?

She finds a turnip that looks like a duke she knew back in Chelliax

She smiles, and takes that too.
Should be all set!

As you leave you notice what seems to be a lightening storm in the distance, as you draw closer you see that it is no storm but millions upon millions of what look like jellyfish. However they are floating in the air, and lightening is dancing around them. The moment they become aware of you they move towards you. The air smells strongly of ozone. They seem to be all around you, it is lovely, and yet terrifying at the same time.

The AC is 13, and there are about eight blooms, however they currently look like a megabloom.
Skyfish swarms 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

Sha'llae, who had been flying overhead, lands beside you. As she lands the skyfish move out of her way. Her eyes dart to Casfi's, wondering if he's seen such creatures in his travels. She looks at her mount and frowns slightly. She's pretty sure something like this would be impossible to hit with any sort of weapon. But a dragon's bite, claw and tail might be a different story.

1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

So I guess no-one woke Leaf up?

Leaf, being unaware that the caravan is even moving is still asleep atop the carriage she climbed up on earlier.

Zooke throws a pebble at her head to wake her up.
1d20 ⇒ 9

"Zzzzzzzzgk! Huh, wuz goin' on?"
Leaf groggily sits up after waking up.

Zooke points at the skyfish.

Casfi'azair dismounts from his horse as the swarm of skyfish dances above in the air. He seems upset. He was unable to complete his experiment, due to being sidetracked by Sha'llae, and now he seems most distressed by the emergence of this swarm of skyfish. It is apparent by the look on his face that he's seen them before. He scowls at the swarm of wobbling jelly-like beings and then looks to Sha'llae, "Not those wibbly-wobbly jellyfish things again!" He shakes his fist at the swarm and sighs, "This isn't my first experience with them, y'know." Casfi'azair begins rifling through his bags, searching for his iron pot. "Took me a good hour to figure out just what in the blue blazes I'm supposed to do to kill these things! Trouble with explorin' and being generally brilliant, going places, is that you experience things you don't want to. Including these buggers!"

Casfi'azair finally finds his iron pot and pulls it out, "If I remember correctly, this should work! These things are attracted to both electricity and metal. I recall tossing my old tea kettle at them once, they swarmed to it... and then I incinerated them with fire!" He looks at Sha'llae, "Grab some torches and light them!"

Roll Initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

"Wibbly-Wobby Jellyfish things, you know a more concise description would be nice! And oh they're attracted to metal that's just brilliant. Considering all of use have weapons and armour." Sha'llae snarls as she shakes her sword, trying to remove several of the jellyfish.

"You travel around and are so brilliant, but you can't remember the bloody names of these... whatever they are!"