Chell Silves wrote:
Before the female elf walked in.
"I can help ya there." he handles the mithral plate a bit beofre Astri bringsout the swamp water gunk. "I can tap some these kinks out..." He exhales, "Priestess what hit you in your spine...you should be limp right now...dang, this took a right mighty hit."
His eyes watering from the stench you've unloaded on him, he insists, "I need 100 gold to clean this stuff...NO QUESTIONS!" He deducts it as he exchanges the coin. Reduce your coin total by 100 gold...what would you expect!!
"Ahhhhhhh, yes I do have that item, it just came into the shop this morning." His hand quickly strikes the tinder and then the end of his cigar. "Jeez...I'm gonna lose me ale do to that stench." As he tears up.
"Well well your a sight of sore eyes...care for another measurement?" The dwarf chuckles this time eye-balling the priestess. He chews on the end of a cigar. "Always like me some purty scents...warms me right up." He winks at the group. "You've got sum worthless trinkets to pawn on me...takin' advantage of my senses?" I pulls couple cigars from his nearly empty box offering them. "Smoke and ale as we do this dance?" He motions to the kegs tapped on the other side or the room.
Astrianna Sparacello wrote:
"Yes...they do carry them. You can also get them at all the smoke shops around town. "The Puffing Bear" round the corner has 'em too."
'Milliauka and Mokoli Ali’i are Tutila tribal leaders who haven't yet given up the fight fer the old ways. They seek natural balance. Milliauka is an ol' shaman of some sort tries to observe the old rites. Don't know Mokoli well but he's, a young, fierce warrior of the Tulita people in whose veins run the bloodlines and mana – the spiritual energy – of great ali’i from the past, or so they say."
He scoffs before talking about, "Tulita Lodge Elder Nakuaka likes his dragonsmoke." He leaves it as that.
Jaspar shrugs, "She's right...nasty business moneymongers be." he spits. "Most go back to Hargrove or run by 'im, 15 to 20% interest a week, so I've 'eard."
"Many a boat go missin', or cargoes stol'n, then debt come due. Your strong man, but if ya get a reputation of welching on yer debts, nobody will do bus'nes with you buyin' or sellin' and then the hits keep on comin'. Yer purty friend made a fine off'r to help." He exhales. "do yerselves a favor and stay alive, bring more stuff to sell, and I'll see 'bout extendin' a small line next time."
"But if ya must go to one, try Rosco's near Miss Molly's, 'eard he's a bit more fair. 'xcept I 'eard he was pinching heavy on some recent bad debt...nasty business."
He goes and pours himself a black stout, then offers one to each of you. He takes a long gulp before answering the question about the Kracken's Gullet. "Finest food in the city. Raogul is a genius...his meals." He touches his lips with his finger tips in a kissing fashion. "Top notch all the way, good fiddlin', and real nice inn to. I like it...go at least once a week as does anyone doin' serious business in port. Can't wear stinky armor, needs some nice garments, a properly scabbard sword with hilt tie and a dagger are permitted. Best ta keep stuff in magic bag."
"If ya really 'ppreciate me work, I like Tulita cigars." He casually mentions as he gnaws of the stub of one.
the locally produced Tutila cigars are 1 gp each and bundle of 10 can be purchased for 9.5 gold pieces.
High quality imported Montrose cigars go for 5sp each, and the cheaper bargained price cigars often smoked by whalers are 2 cp apiece.
You can see the Tutila cigars are coveted.
Sorrin the Wayward wrote:
I'll make it +1 to keep the story moving.
Astri when you show up at Jaspar Jak's, he smiles as he sorts through the loot. "Umph...mmm...hmmmmmm." Seems to be his comment of the day. His hands deftly sort and arrange items, he occasionally stops to log things in ledger.
I did not do the math, so I trust your numbers are correct Astri.
He grins when Astri covers the cost of her armor, "So I bet ya wants me to git workin' on th't armor." He brushes his red beard. "Ya know, let me see ya measurements again." His calloused work over Astri's upper body and he palms your butt. "Yeah...I think'll fit nicely." He stops and goes back to his room, then comes back out with Astri's completed armor. "Me hands have memory....and well, I figured you'd be back wit' payment, so I work'd on it." He shows Astri before he begins to put it on her.
"Now that's a bare knuckle fight worthy I'd wager some coin on at the Skull." dark spittle spraying the counter top. "In a fair fight me gold is on Sorrin." there's a bit of drool oozing from his lower lip. "Mind y'life's not fair though. Besides ain't gonna be any fighting in me store out out - at least not near my shop - or there won't me no guudies made fer ye. AND you'll forfeit that depos't fer just bein plain ol'stuupid." He reaches under the counter and pull out a bottle of smoky firewhiskey. He pours everyone a shot, "Now drink." As he slams his own down his throat. "Steadies the hand that does."
'He mentioned two women were smiten over 'im and how he ran in bare nakedness to battle a cursed totem. Said he used a broken box to defend 'imself. Till a songbird gently placed a rapier in is hand." He packs more chew in his mouth. "Destroyed th't cursed ship and damn thing sunk in whirlpool...he said." Spittle sprays.
"He did sing his own tune...you behind th't fine story?" He chuckles. "He likes the Run Aground Tavern in Tides."
"Damn..so that one was true, eh?" He chuckles some more.
"So if y'give me the gold, I'll procure the material and start to think about the finished item." He pulls out his tape measure and begins to jot numbers down. His gruff hand wraps the tape over your breasts and back., 'Gotta protect these jewels."
buckler: 1d100 ⇒ 55
"Aye, I've a darkwood buckler available." He walks back into a storeroom and brings out the buckler. He is wiping it with an oiled cloth. "I've had this one fer awhile, trade-in from sailor." He scratches his head.
"Now for custom-made mithril breastplate, 5 maybe 8 days depending on my motivation and workload." He stuffs some more chew in his mouth. You swear he swallowed whatever was in his mouth.
"Don't know no Dirk or David...is he missin'"?
He smiles when you mention Thalois Dondrel, Son of Mordekai, "Aye...tipped back a couple tankards wit i'm this morning' brought me in this chew I'm enjoy'n, damn guud quality too. You friends?"
The long red braided beard of the dwarf jiggles with his laughter, "O'course, I can make yer little friend the leather lamellar. Won't take long eith'r...lets measure 'em up. Be ready t'morrow." He spits some black chew into a spittoon. "Y'want a pinch" ...He drops his tobacco chew pouch on the counter and stuff's his cheek full. "How 'bout you little on." He ask Thrasher.