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"It looks like I am ready. What do you need?", the Ulfen asks expectedly."So you've got no piercing holy weapons? Don't know how good a Rashasa is at wresting. Don't know how good you are in wrestling something invisible."
"And please, no 'I've got something that pierces, but I wouldn't call it holy remark'"
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"So you've got no piercing holy weapons? Don't know how good a Rashasa is at wresting. Don't know how good you are in wrestling something invisible."
"Nope, no piercing weapons pissed on by the gods above. I'll make do with what I've got right here", the warrior says clenching two meaty fists.
"Wrestling invisible? Where I come from you get used to scrapping blind. You never know what's going to get spit in your eyes in a proper bar fight".
"And please, no 'I've got something that pierces, but I wouldn't call it holy remark'"
"I've go-. Damn!"
"What do you suggest little guy? Would you have us leave and come back after we find someone to loan us one of your magic weapons?
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"What do you suggest little guy? Would you have us leave and come back after we find someone to loan us one of your magic weapons?
"That might work or an oil of bless weapon."
"But if you guys think you are prepared I'll just cast some spells and I'll be ready"
-Align fang (Good) on Garra
-Get scroll of faeryfire
-Take on eagle aspect (Fly)
and I'll be good to go!
Having prepared (somewhat) you move into the house. It is a simple, two story affair, and seems that it has been empty for at least a year. It is mostly made of wood, and the decorations (carpets, wall hangings, etc.) are all missing. Taking a quick look around the ground floor doesn't bring up anything except some unusual tracks left in the dust. The second floor holds an old straw mattress with numerous drug paraphernalia artifacts strewn about it, but is otherwise empty as well.
Your careful search reveals that the tracks were left by a large serpentine creature. They were probably left three to five days ago, which corresponds to the last time Viraj says he was here. You are unable to follow the tracks beyond the house, as they become hopelessly muddled with the ones left by normal foot traffic.
"We could try tracking down someone who might know something about that blade we found a while ago"."Yeah, we should ask the captain of the guard, she might know about weapons!"
You make your way back to the Palace and find Captain Harita back in her office. "Well," she asks, looking up from a large log book she is writing in, "did your search prove fruitful?"
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You make your way back to the Palace and find Captain Harita back in her office. "Well," she asks, looking up from a large log book she is writing in, "did your search prove fruitful?""We could try tracking down someone who might know something about that blade we found a while ago"."Yeah, we should ask the captain of the guard, she might know about weapons!"
"We only found some tracks of a large serpentine creature, but nothing recent, so yet another piece to the puzzle, but we had hoped for more."
"We would like your expertise on some other pieces: We've found this broken sword with this strange marking. Do you have any idea what this might mean?"
"We suspect a Rakshasa being part of this, so we need weapons to slay it. Do you know someone who might have blessed weapons available?"
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"Also - a serpentine creature, that does not fit a Rakshasa, or it changed into one." He seems rather confused by the tracks, and would like to make sense of them.
"That makes sense with what Montesquieu knew about the creatures".
If a group of opponents seems particularly clever, a rakshasa might well take the form of some other evil creature, such as a fiendish humanoid, lycanthrope, or vampire, to misdirect efforts to discover its exact type.
"We would like your expertise on some other pieces: We've found this broken sword with this strange marking. Do you have any idea what this might mean?"
Captain Harita takes a look at the forger's mark, "It looks familiar to me, so I would guess that it is a local smith here in Niswan. Hmm, let me think. Yes, I think it is the mark of the smith Lohakar. He lives in the Commerce District, I believe."
"We suspect a Rakshasa being part of this, so we need weapons to slay it. Do you know someone who might have blessed weapons available?"
"I would talk to Samniesh, he is one of the largest weaponsmiths here in the city. His shop is in the Commerce District as well, and will have the largest selection of weapons."
You say your goodbyes once again to Captain Harita and trudge back down to the Commerce District. (How many times have you been up and down that hill today?) It is just past noon and your stomachs are beginning to complain since you haven't stopped for lunch.
Your first stop is at the smith Lohakar, who owns a small smithy near the Harbor District. Judging by the shop itself, Lohakar does good work but looks like he does not get paid a lot for it. His clientele seems to come from the local merchants and not the upper class.
You show him the broken blade and he confirms that it is one of his. He remembers selling the blade to Lankesh, a high-caste merchant who also brought it back for sharpening.
"Would you know where his place of business is? We would like to speak to him."
Lohakar nods and gives you directions to Lankesh's fabric store here in the Commerce District.
"Let's stop at Lohakar's shop first. Hopefully something there can put the little guy's mind at ease".
"I suppose if it will put the halfling's paranoid mind to rest, then we should go."
Almost everyone knows where Samniesh's shop is located, in a much more upscale street in the Commerce District. It is a large affair staffed by the smith and his apprentices
(I will buy 2 oils of bless weapon, I miscalculated how much money I had left on my sheet, about 100 gold off, but I'll use that to purchase them)
After making your purchases, you wend your way to the address of Lankesh's shop. It is a small, two-story shop, tucked away on a side street. Its sign marks it as a fabric and textile store. It has windows, but all are of such poor quality, that you really can't see through them clearly.
There are numerous tracks in and out of the shop. All of them appear to be human, or at least humanoid.
[ooc]Believe it or not, that's how the module is written. The only thing I added were the festival games.
"Let's see if we can find anything on why the cult was after Lankesh", Ursus says as he tries the door.
The door easily opens, revealing a small shop crammed with bolts of fabrics. A well-built Vudrani man with a beaklike nose, thick eyebrows, and a shaven head stands amidst the stock. He looks up when he hears the door opening, cocking an eyebrow. "Yes? Can I help you?" he says in heavily accented Vudrani.
The merchant looks suspiciously at Daxter and the group as you come into his shop. "Strange business? What do you mean?"
The Ulfen says nothing as he enters the shop and looks around.
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The shop looks rather pedestrian. The front room seems to mainly be filled with the merchant's stock, while the back living room (where the stairs going upstairs must be) can be seen through the connecting doorway.
The merchant Lankesh notices Ursus looking around. "Are you here on business?" he asks, annoyance creeping into his voice.
"Where are my manners, my name is Daxter. What is your name, good sir?"
The Vudrani man nods in greeting, "I am Lankesh the cloth merchant. I sell cloth from all over the Inner Sea and even from far-away Vudra. Can I interest you fine gentleman in something?"