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Isan's
Spoiler: "I get it, I get it. If it's pressing enough, and you can't afford it, then...use it, and get it back to me. There's no fooling me, I know who you are! Now, get out of here. When you get back, you can tell me all you know about the ring you found this morning. And the mark it gave you." Isan flips the ring to Ellirayne, and turns around to continue fiddling behind the counter.
Ellirayne
Spoiler: "Ah. Charms and compulsions eh? That kind of magic can really backfire on you. I'm not sure of the nature of your problem, but if someone is being affected by a charm or compulsion, there are a number of ways of dealing with it. Scrolls of Dispel Magic or Break Enchantment are a good bet. Unfortunately, I don't have any of those. And I can't even guarantee that they would work; sometimes the magic holding the charm together resists dispelling." Isan rubs his chin for a moment, before turning and rummaging through some paper behind him. "I do have something that will work without fail. It's a ring, of course. Given today's circumstances, I'll understand any cautiousness you may have about donning another one. But I can tell you a fair bit about it." Isan moves over to one of the glass display cases and touches his own ring to the side of the glass. It shimmers for only a second before disappearing completely, allowing Isan to reach in and pull out a beautiful silver band from the display. "This ring belonged to a great Paladin, that was swallowed up by an even greater Wyrm. I won't call it a lucky ring, by any means, but it'll do the trick!" Isan laughs to himself, not quite loosening the phlegm in his throat. It's name is Clear, and that's all you need to say when you're wearing it. Isan demonstrates; at his command, Isan's hand begins to shimmer with a white light, that coalesces at the end of his fingertip like a translucent balloon. He reaches over to touch Ellirayne, and she is soon encased in a thin cocoon of the same white light. "Now, that'll only last for a minute or two, but while it's active, no charm or compulsion can affect the bearer. It's not powerful enough to end the charm outright, but it will suppress it. You'll need to be careful, because as soon as this protective spell is over, the charmed person is back the way they were." Isan coughs. "Oh, and, uh, you'll need to convince them to let you touch them. Or you'll have to do it forcefully, or surreptitiously. I don't know your motives, or the situation, but I wish you luck. That is if you want the ring, of course. We still need to talk about a payment." Isan slips the ring off his finger, and into the palm of his hand.
Ellirayne
Spoiler: It's a short trip to Isan's, and he is seemingly lost in thought, fiddling with a ring behind his counter. He looks up with a start as his doorbell clangs the arrival of Ellirayne. He adjusts his glasses; "Ah, noble scion of Lyrandar, how may I help you today?"
Isan's Shop
Spoiler: "Ah, a ring of shielding does the same trick. Except you're wearing it on the inside, eh? These things have to slowly recharge. My guess is that by sometime tomorrow you should be able to activate it again. However, seeing as it's part of your body...". Isan trails off, lost in thought for just a moment. "...you may be able to force it. It may be running off your body, in some way. If that's true, you might be able to push yourself into activating it again. I wouldn't try it unless I was desperate though...."
"Well, off with you then, go find me a ring. In the meantime, don't forget that I have fantastic rings of my own here for sale. Made them myself. And they come with a 100% no disappearing guarantee!" Isan chortles at his own joke; the laughing is clearly too much for this old guy, as he struggles with another piece of phlegm.
Isan's Shop
Spoiler: "Fine, fine, fine. But I would like to get a real copy of the ring. I'd rather not try to dig it out of your back, little one."
Isan's Shop
Spoiler: "Ahsith eh? I have no idea off the top of my head. You think it's a name? Some are better with names, but I'm better with things, you see. I can make things, take them apart, and generally put them back together again," He laughs, causing him to start coughing violently, releasing something horrible in his throat, "but names I'm not so good with. Unless it's the name of a thing. I think you're starting to get it now...Either way, I'll ask around. Now...about the pay..."
"Yes, yes, yes. What a good idea. If you could find me a ring, I could tell you almost anything you wanted to know about it. I am an Artificer of no small skill, and I have powerful tools at my disposal. I will continue to research this matter for you. There is...of course...the matter of payment. For my research, I will have to charge a nominal fee of, say, 500gp per week."
"I know the spell, Starlan. It's useful for getting out of a jam, or into one, very quickly." "Is it just the five of you that can hear each other? You three, and the twins? Twins...in House Lyrandar...The Lyrandar Heirs are marked too? Oh this is serious." "I have heard of rings that allow their wearers to communicate with each other. Hell, I've made some! Usually six is the upper limit; anything more than that and it's too much strain for the magic. Although, I don't usually throw in a free magic ability with every purchase. And you can take my rings off." "And boy, what do you know of the outer planes? The very sight of them would scar you to the bone!", Isan says, pointing a bony finger at Starlan.
"No, no, no, my dear. I'm not insinuating that you are hallucinating anything. A chest eh? Where did the chest come from, then?" Isan drops Iri's hand and looks around the room at the others. "What about the rest of you? Are you all shooting Missiles out of your behinds too?"
Isan takes Iri's hand in his, moving his glasses to inspect the mark. "Disappearing jewellery? Unexpected rings? Hmm...This isn't some kind of scam is it?" Isan pokes at Iri's mark a few times with his finger. "Does it hurt? Where did these rings come from? How do you even know that they were rings in the first place?"
Isan's Shop
Spoiler: The older gentlemen turns to the newcomers, alerted by the ridiculous bell attached to the door.
"Ah, welcome to Isan's Extrinsic Emporium! I'm Isan! The mysteries of Xen'drik are open--" He stops short, noticing Merreck "Merreck ir'Tharias. How can I help you, and your fine companions, today?" |
