I don't want a weapon, as such, but a headband of charisma would be good. Makes my spells have more punch.
"I'm okay with what I have now."
Well, I need a magic blade since my magic isn’t the offensive type. These people will be able to render the completed weapon here in town?”
"yes, completed in town. I'll be back in 2 days."
subtract 1,000 gold and the grick corpse from the list
you are currently in the inn reserved for tradesmen and their escorts. adjacent to the main markets and central road. it's common knowledge that it has been under martial law for quite some time now. with near constant revolts it has been occupied with 300 soldiers for quite some time now.
what isn't public knowledge is that during your trip over you overheard the soldiers talking. and they said that a nontrivial portion of the garrison has been killed off during the riots. to alleviate this there was supposed to be reinforcement of 150 mercenaries were supposed to come over by land, but never arrived. instead they got you guys. 1 week after they were supposed to arrive.
the most interesting wanted posters are as follows: top 3 bounties are redheaded Ilina 'Icehand' wanted dead for the crimes of smuggling and blockade running 10,000 gp. 'Tricksy Goldfingers' dead or alive not much is known about him except that he is an excellent thief 7,000gp. and just a general blockade runner poster, 1,000 gp for information that would lead to the successful capture or elimination of a blockade runner.
2 of the newer ones are: a Grippli abolitionist dead, and survivors of a vagrant village of elemental outsiders alive. 1,000gp for each
A halfling is looking over the two new posters
"A grippli huh? Not many of them around in these parts and a elemental outsiders, looks like some easy money to be had."
He pulls his hood over his head and sits himself in a corner nursing his drink
Draalûsh nudges Karla and Hashik and nods toward the 'Halfling'.
He then just seats himself across the table from Roak.
"Hi. My name is Draalûsh. All the way from Qadira.
"Haven't seen too many halflings, like my friend here", motioning toward Karla.
"... since I arrived in the part of the world.
"Your appetite seems less ... robust than most halflings."
to disbelieve the disguise you need to interact physically with the disguise. or have tremorsense, or blinsense, or scent. something of that nature
one of the caravan guards - in a different uniform - swaggers up and says "it's to be expected when all you've had to eat is trail rations for 2 1/2 weeks. I'm sure he'll be eating half the kitchen's stocks in no time. won't you Raok."
Hashik looks pensive and frustrated as he swirls his drink around with the straw.
”You think the cannibal will come through with my weapon?”
He looks up.
”Who are you talking to Draalush?”
Seeing a halfling he looks back to Karla.
”Friend of yours?”
He watches the guard come up.
”Hey again. What uniform is that you are wearing? Did you sign up with another outfit?”
Unperturbed by the uninvited presence at his table he replies "I find survival is more important than eating, especially when I have just arrived at a place and need to get the lay of the land first. Maybe later I shall indulge myself a little, when I know what i'm dealing with."
Karla looks at Raok and smiles.
cyfarchion, teithiwr. Mae'n dda gweld wyneb gyfeillgar. Ydych chi wedi teithio'n bell? Fi yw Karla Firemane, o linell Swiftfoot. Rydych chi? she says.
Raok leans over to Karla and whispers "I don't speak the language, I was raised by humans in human lands and have never picked it up."
that is enough to attempt to disbelieve for karla
"came in with the other caravan. 'bout three hours after you from what I hear. luckily for everyone here it's a food shipment." to Hashik
Really. You do understand that there are no halfling lands. At all. So, being raised in "human lands" is kind of...not a thing. And halflings are, well, everywhere.
you are in the common room with the wanted posters displayed with a random caravan guard at the table.
also you see that this is a frog-man that you are talking to
”Survival, more important than eating? Ummmm, no, actually eating is a huge part of survival actually, like having the right outfit for the right occasion, or water. But I don’t want to just survive I want to live!”
Hashik smiles as he sips his proper drink.
”And I don’t want to be a racist a@&%#+$, but aren’t halflings literally all about food?”
"Let's be nice, Hashik. Sounds like all of us have been preoccupied with survival lately.
"Probably for same reasons, I'm sure."
"It seems you have got some rather unusual information, survival is the mechanism by which we are able to indulge in luxury." he says this while trying to keep his view on the room through the distraction
as you're speaking some official looking guy walks through and plasters up a wanted poster for a blue dragon. it's for 10,000 gp
"We met that dragon. Several times. Damned nuisance!
"That's a lot of dosh they're offering for killing it."
"That is something of note, if you need the assistance I could accompany you on the dragon quest for an equal share?" he says with a gleam in his eyes
"That's a thought. It would also be payback for the bother it caused us.
"Not to mention the deaths it caused in the caravan we were with."
"good luck with that mate, dragons are the devil to catch." the mercenary chugs his drink and moves on
”Yeah, we almost killed that overgrown lizard, but we are fresh out of cleric. I don’t want to go back after something that can kill us through thirst. Not to mention his straw golems that he drops out of the sky.”
Hashik sighs.
”Which also reminds me we need to buy another horse.”
”So anyway, have you been in this town long, Mister ????”
"I assume you need a healer, I have some talent in that area. I am not a priest but an Inquisitor of the Rillsong, Jalaijatali and I'm not to bad at bringing down marauding foes with my blade either." he says with a hint of pride in his voice.
Karla sees through the illusion, then tries to cover it up
I see. well, I guess a healer would be useful. Perhaps we should discuss this in private. And Hashik, you shouldn't believe stereotypes
Turning back to Ruak, What was your name again?
"Tis Raok." he replies simply.. "I have no place else to go nor do I know of a place. "
"Well, it seems we have that much in common, at least", Draalûsh says with a bit of a sigh.
"Well Raok, can you create water?"
Haskik sucks the last of his drink down with a loud straw sucking sound at the end.
"We need a follower of some wines and spirits god with a Create Cosmopolitan spell. Now that would be cool. I could open my own venue---call it Dante's or something."
"Yes the Rillsong is the lady of flowing waters and I honour her by using the sacred waters for the good of all." he replies
I'll assume the night is passed.
the tax collector comes by to collect from the caravans and goes to a nearby guardhouse.
while you're going to buy all the stuff on your lists you see a lot of people buying copious amounts of food right off the bat. you hear talk of supply ships unable to dock
you're also given a day and night to shove off from the place you're currently at, seeing as you're not actually part of a caravan, and shown a place just down the street with room
When she gets the opportunity, Karla will tell the others of the reality of raok. Outside his hearing.
easily done Karla. Raok and Jarek what are you doing?
Jarek is strolling through the market area when he sees the tax collector. He quickly pulls the hood of his cloak up to hide his face and tries to change direction without being noticed. He makes his way for the inn to get a room for the night.
Raok will find where the others are staying (after they leave the current inn) and then he will begin walking around town, just to check the place out and see what he can see without being too nosey.
”See! I know something was up with that guy. I am betting he’s the one on the wanted poster too. Which is fine because he will need us as much as we need him. We can use him to help get to the next town and freedom if that dragon is waiting for us when we leave.”
”But what is the next step anyways? Do you guys want to try and get the next town over and catch a ship?”
”Also, can I barrow 450ish gold from you guys, I’m a little short to get what I need. Dang it! I’m going to have to start dancing for money again. <<<sigh>>>!”
Hashik wanders over to read the grappli wanted poster.
”I suppose we should make sure he’s not another cannibal or something. I’m sure he’d want to eat my legs first after all.”
"Well, at least we'll be in like company. A group of fugitives, us!"
there is no next town on the coast. just a suicidally dangerous forest. inland are the aspis patrols that Draalush and his brother snuck through to get into sargava
despite this the consortium moved in about 500 workers temporarily and 300 soldiers to secure the town.
Raok you see a Tiefling woman with a scimitar looking for someone after the company moves out of their room
After giving the town a once over Raok goes to the premises that he was recommended to seek lodging at and goes to the counter
"I am seeking lodging, I was told there were rooms available here?"
i wonder what the consortium wants here?
"Knowing them: everything!"
Hashik, it occurs to you that you haven't gotten your scimitar back from Adriala yet. and she hasn't gotten the rest of the Grick corpse
"Hey has anyone seen that Cleric? I think she should have been back already. Crap! Crap! Crap! Do you think she got snatched up?!"
Let's not panic yet, Hashik. Let's see if we can find her.
She pauses, then adds
Discreetly of course
Jarek a Tiefling lady comes up to you and asks "Have you seen a handsome looking man, a jackass in a hood, and a lady halfling around here?"
"Well, yes. I am the handsome man you are looking for, but if I know the person who sent you, she might describe me as the jackass in the hood."
"Do you have something for me?"
Raok will sit in the common area, where he has a view of those that come in, awaiting for the dragon hunters to arrive
Draalûsh overhears the bit about a handsome man between the tiefling and Hashik and chokes and sputters on some of his tea.
Looking sheepishly at Roak: *ahem* Just a little sand in my throat, that's all.
"Happens all the time with desert travel.
"Thank the gods I didn't get this tea all over myself.
"It'd be a waste of good tea, it would."
Jarek, not Hashik. trying to get him with the party