Finnigin would notice the rubbing of the ring along the journey.
What you got there? OOOOOH a RUBY! That's pretty. Can I hold it?
Finnigin watches as everyone leaves once again and with a sad looks goes to the bar at the inn. He orders a tall drink, and drinks alone, again.
Before heading out to sell his goods.. "Is there any specific information you guys would like me to inquier about? Im about to go set up shop so.." If nothing he'll head out with Byron, if he wishes, to the open market area.. Once set up..
"Come one, come all to Alchemical Inc., we sell the finest alchemey products and magical supplies! Discounted prices today only!" If he gets any takers he'll inquire about the Avoreal's and any other exciting or dreadful news of late..
Seinal notices Finnigin heading off to the bar alone. He starts to head off to try performing a reading, or perhaps spar with Sixth, but pauses and says over his shoulder to Fortune Slayer, "So you said I should try to live for other things besides revenge... I suppose I could use a break."
He changes directions and heads after O'Mally. Entering the bar a minute or so later, he sees the halfling alone nursing a pint. He walks up and takes a seat next to him and hails at the bartender, "Brandywine, if you please. Something of decent quality would be appreciated."
He looks down at the man next to him, "I hope you don't mind company. I'm surprised not to see Balik here."
Excited that someone actually joined him, Finnigin's expression immediately turns to one of glee.
Mind?! Of course I don't! Take a Seat! Bartender, the drink's on me!
He thinks about Balik.
She is a free spirit, I would probably not be able to catch her if I tried. I am sure we will do something while in town. Until then, a good drinking binge with friends!
He raises his glass and toasts.
So where are you from? What's your story?
As Balik wanders the countryside she can see the deep scars from millenia of battle, and the neverending power of nature to heal. Yet she hears little of Avorals and must simply enjoy an evening on the wing.
Kyomi manages to find some rather wealthy antiques dealers who make a brisk trade in relics dug up from the countryside. While wealthy they seem more interested in being fat and fed than any other pursuit.
Canim in his short float around town was soured by a group of gawking children and a pair of dogs that followed him for a few blocks. Apparently enjoying the oppurtunity of floating derriere. However it seems fortune smiled on him and he was in fact able to find the smoking lodge of the local circle of wizards. Where he is able to gain a bit of celebrity for being a rare and exotic breed of mage.
Norbert and Byron manage to make a killing selling potions of endurance and strength to the local men and more than a few cheap scrying devices to their suspicious wives.
Cilian has an uneventful trip struggling with temptation.
Seinal and Finnigin enjoy a rip-roaring good time and Seinal teaches Finnigin how to gain an edge at a poker game much to the townsfolks misfortune.
Canim seeks to poke around in their library, looking for tomes that might interest him. Books of evocation, conjuration or some books that might have fleeting passages referencing blood magic.
Canim is able to find an interesting passage about a mage who being inspired by the guns of Alkenstar, wrote up plans for a set of magic rings that would allow him to extract, crystalize and the launch his own blood at his enemies. However it seems it was never completed or tested.
Cilian is able to stave off temptation for another time.
Success! Canim will copy relevant information into his notes and rejoin the group. Gotta make sure they wont leave without me before i go testing this information.
Cilian looks at the ring, but decides against using its magic for now.
he said it was different from a regular ring, so maybe holding onto this isn't the best idea.
Cilian once again changes his appearance to one of an old man wearing blue robes. He asks around town to try and find any old noble who is rich. If he finds one he heads to the noble's home, and asks to speak with the master of the house.
As the Seneschal asks your business.
See what happens when you hang out with ol' Finnigin. Only good things!
Finnigin cheers and orders himself and Seinal another drink.
Seinal grins at Finnigin and takes another drink, "You are quite the fellow, O'Mally. You live your life with gusto. Perhaps something is to be said for not worrying overmuch."
The elf is feeling pleasantly warm inside from the brandy and a knot in his shoulders he hadn't realized was there begins to loosen.
Only way to live life is with gusto. Otherwise you get tied down, and then you could never be a hero!
"Ah so you wish to sell an item to the lord of the manor, no trouble although he is entertaining a lady at the moment." As the Seneschal leads you upstairs to a sitting room and you hear the laughter of a woman and a man. Upon entering you see a Lovely lady in a foreign but silk dress as a matter of fact that silk looks familiar, and a rotund but jolly gentleman who would give Canim a run for his money in girth.
After their busy day at the market Norbert will help pack up and head back to the inn..
Kyomi manages to find some rather wealthy antiques dealers who make a brisk trade in relics dug up from the countryside. While wealthy they seem more interested in being fat and fed than any other pursuit.
She will mix and flatter them, trying to get them to show off their
"Your such a cleaver and cunning antiques dealer you must have some amazing finds none of the others are clever enough to have found, more ducks liver pastie?"
She will use Diplomacy and even her spells if needed on a very good mark.
Find as in get/take hehe
adamantine war razor o she likes, good for shaving AND cutting throats, whats not to like. When Cilian comes in she will not act like she knows him, but will look at the ring and remark how fine it is, and how rare they are, what I high value item it must be etc,
Cilian smiles at the two people in the room.
"Hello your Lordship. I am a traveling wizard by the name of Boreal. I have heard of your generosity, and fairness even in my lands. I have traveled here to sell you one of my most prized creations. A ring that will grant you one wish. I have no need for it since I have used the first two wishes, but I thought that maybe I could trade it for something you have. I am currently looking for a manual on how to craft golems. While the ring could create such a manual I am not sure it would be accurate. I had heard that you possess such a book. I had hoped to make the trade for said book. If I am wrong I would still be willing to trade for an amount of gold equal to the cost of a manual of golem crafting."
His eyes widen in shock, "Oh that would be quite fantastic if it's true, I would have to call in my appraiser but if he says your item is genuine I do believe I could part with such funds.
Sixth is somewhere around town looking at the sky and thinking about what they have done in the past few days.
"You know, Seventh, we were very lucky to come to Andoran. After having Taldor chasing us who could think that we would find no trouble around here? Only opportunities. This could be a nice country to live in...
He just stands there, waiting for something, maybe something important, but nothing happens. There's a big house not far away, and smaller ones in all directions. People come and go this time of the afternoon, usually in no hurry, but they all pass some steps away from him, avoiding getting too close.
"Even the skies look better from here... it's peaceful... I'm starting to get bored... maybe we should look after some trouble?"
The dark figure remains silent, only the head moving to follow a peasant or two crossing by.
After counting the days take he'll split it with Byron..
Byron takes his earned cash and weighs it in his hand.
Not what I need but enough to get started.
Byron set out on the town collecting necessary materials. A small slab cold-steel set him back. He would rather have purchased a slab of adamantine but that was too expensive and hard to work. Cold-steel was the next best choice, it's construction made magic flow smoother through it.
Next he collected materials for the construction of a harness. He wanted to make sure the glove could support his entire weight without dislocating his arm. He also bought clasps for crating a quick release mechanism around his wrist. He had no idea how to actually make this work so he visited a local merchant who specialized in climbing gear, one Byron found a design he like he touched it using the gloves he developed.
Instantly he understood everything he needed to about the harness.
Lastly he might some cheap crystals for holding the magical pattern. These were temporary and would have to be replaced later once the magic and the prototype was ready.
He brought them back to his room and began to work feverishly.
The harness was going to be long and hard work, Byron understood this wasn't his strong suit but the magic seemed very promising.
The bartender sends a boy off to the cellar who returns shortly with a small brown bottle with a black and white label. The bartender pulls out set of three cool shot glasses and pours each full with an amber liquid that smells of spice and cedar. "Fella came inta town with a crate of these few year back, it's some of the best spirits I've ever had." The taste is strong, but full-bodied and the bottle sets you back 50 gold.
Finnigin raises his glass at Norbert and very appreciatively exclaims.
To you Byron, may your life last longer than any drink should!
He tilts his head back and pours the liquid down his throat. He savors the taste for the split second it remains and lets out a sound of satisfaction.
Ahhh
Knowing Byron was off to work on something he'll hand him a potion to help.. "Drink this as you finish your work for the day.."
At the bar.. "Thank you my good man.. To success! And to Friends!" He tilts the bottle back and makes a face after the drink.. "Hrmmph.. It's very good.." You get the feeling he doesnt drink much..
Cilian nods at the man as he speaks of examining it.
"Of course, I wouldn't have it any other way. I will wait for your appraiser to verify that this is a ring of wishes."
Kyomi comes into the bar" Such a nice place, full of such rich men"
After sometime just contemplating, Sixth walks around, taking a look through the windows of the big, decorated house he was just appreciating, and moves in a random direction.
Sixth finds the Constables station in shocking disgrace as it appears all of the town guard suffer some sort of disability or are in denial about their peers. There are few posts on the board and all of them are quite out of date.
As Cilian waits politely for the better part of an hour in the foyer of the merchant, a small mousy man in glasses comes up to him. "I hear you have an item of some worth, I might be interested in cutting out the middle man I have two golem manuals and I'm willing to trade one for your item if it's real."
Cilian is surprised, and thoughtful when the man inquires about 'cutting out the middle man'.
"Well I did say that I was looking for a golem manual first, so he couldn't be that mad if I went for a manual right away right? I would be happy to trade with you after you have verified that the item is real. Could I inquire as to what two types of golem manual you have?"
The man begins inspecting your ring while muttering, "Clay or flesh up to you." After a few minutes he leans back looking disappointed, "It's not quite what I'm looking for but I can arrange the trade to go through the merchant if he still wants it. It's definately real though."
"Well if it's not quite what you're looking for I could trade it to the noble, but if you still want to I would trade you for the clay golem manual."
The man shakes his head and knocks on the door, when you are let in the gentleman merchant and the woman are laughing at yet another small joke. The merchant turns to the mousy fellow and says, "Well Theo did it pass your test?" Theo responds, "Yes it did as a matter of fact I also have a manual you could trade him for it, Sir Alvin." The two men smile at each other yet the smile does not reach their eyes, the transaction goes smootly and the large merchant, Alvin places the ring in his pocket. Theo and Cilian leave, while Alvin continues his attempts to woo the madam he's been entertaining.
Cilian quickly walks back to the tavern trying to find Byron as quickly as possible. If he finds him Cilian puts the golem manual in front of Byron.
"Happy birthday Byron. Here is my gift to you. A little book on how to make clay into life. Enjoy!"
Kyomi is relaxed and entertaining, but she notes where Sir Alvin puts teh ring, and if its with other things of worth,
Then as asks about the local news and where is the best place to dine in the town.
Cilian finds Byron in his room. His bed upturned and pushed against the wall to create more floor space. Chalk diagrams fill the floorspace, some of magical equations and some of designs. Cloths are in a pile in the corner and crafting materials are strewn all about the room. Byron is feverishly trying to pound a piece of metal into a shape about the size of his palm.
Byron may have a problem.
He turns suddenly as Cilian enters his room. His eyes light up.
"So many new leads!" He runs over to open the book and finish drinking the elixir that Norbert gave him, his other hand fumbling about and finally finding some bread left on his table, never taking his eyes off the book.
"This is fantastic, a bit beyond our means at the moment but I can begin producing these soon!"
Seinal is holding his liquor pretty well, despite not having had this much to drink in decades.
Sir Alvin notes that the only real place to eat in town outside of ones home is the local Tavern, although he appears distracted and somewhat distant after the deal.