Candlekeep

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Jun 2, 2021 6:58 pm
The dwarven blacksmith shrugs his round shoulders. "I am no artificer, lad. I work with me own hands, an' never with magic. Never had the spark." He thinks for a long moment before he goes on. "But I know that any master o' his craft must always remember the basics. Never take 'em for granted, practice often. An' as any artist knows, sometimes ye got to break some rules. Jus' because somethin's been done a certain way for centuries, don't mean another way can't work."

Khe'ril picks another blade out of the barrel and begins to sharpen. "An' askin' questions like ye do is a great way to start! Find someone what knows more about artifice than yerself and keep them questions comin'."
Jun 2, 2021 10:07 pm
Little One? Rift's mother had called him Little One before.

He didn't like it.

Why would this beast enjoyed being degraded in such a way? So many mysteries surrounded the creature. He seemed friendly enough. Should Rift speak with him and ask about his Headband of Intellect? He takes another sip of his drink and gags. He's seen scarier things than an ogre. His mother is a dragon, for crying out loud!

Taking a deep breath, he walks up to the ogre's table, nasty drink in hand. "Hello, good sir. I am new here and I am curious why you are called Little One." He gestures to himself. "The name has been used on me, but we bear very little resemblance."
Jun 3, 2021 2:27 am
The ogre carefully marks his spot in the book (which Rift can now see bears the title Storm King's Thunder) before letting his gaze fall on Rift. "Hullo there, my friend." His voice is thick and heavy, but also cheerful and somewhat endearing. "You are not the first Seeker to ask, but I don't mind telling the story again. I hope that people can learn from my experiences and not make the same mistakes I did."

Little One pauses to breathe before beginning his story, and the sound of so much air being inhaled and exhaled by this large creature is almost like listening to a bear snore.

"You see, before I donned this magic item I was dumb. Dumb enough to think that because I was bigger and stronger than most that I was better than them. In my base state I objectified them, treated them like nothing, and... took what I wanted from them." His great hand swipes at the air to emphasize his point. "And one day the smallest person I had ever seen crossed my path. A halfling. I killed him without a second thought." Little One's shoulders slump in genuine sadness.

He sighs in remorse before continuing with his story. "On the little one's corpse I found this shiny circlet. As I picked it up, it changed size to fit my own head. I put it on, and then..." The ogre blinks and looks up at the ceiling. "With an improved ability to reason and ponder, I felt compelled to appreciate the error of my ways and seek out a better life. I adopted the name Little One, to honor the halfling whose life I cut short.

"After that I traveled for a while, but quickly learned that I was not welcome in polite society. Not that I blame them! And so I made my way here to Candlekeep in pursuit of knowledge, to become the best self that I can. Thankfully the Avowed have let me stay for as long as I like. This is my home now."

Little One nods contentedly as he finishes the story. "But what about you, friend? What is your name? What knowledge do you seek from this enlightened place?"
Jun 3, 2021 4:49 am
Wirrow relinquishes The Maiden and the Ruffian Rogue gladly. "Thanks," she murmurs, perusing the titles of the books Mesen had brought her and reading some of their titles aloud to herself. "'How to Arch with the Best'? Even I know that's wrong... 'So You Wan-'" sigh... "-Not particularly at the moment, with a name like that..."

"'T̶̘̺͐h̵̞̕’̵̲̻͌͠a̷͓̿k̶̹̥̍͊k̵̟̏͑t̷͍̊͘ ̷̜͝Ȕ̴͕͎e̶̝̚s̵̥͋͝h̷̝̝̑̈t̶̛̗͠r̵̨̭͊'?" A twinge of a headache pokes at Mesen's conscious as the alien sounds come out of Wirrow's mouth, and his vision blurs slightly before snapping back to normal. Wirrow appears either not to notice, or entirely unaffected. "Well, a little blunt and rude, but I guess you probably can't call it inaccurate."

Wirrow sets all the books out in front of her in an arrangement that seems convenient, and begins looking through them one by one, page by page, starting first with the vampire book with the title that made her cringe the least.

Every so often she changes between them, if they get boring or unbearable in... other ways. For the most part though, her chosen alcove is silence interrupted only by page turns and occasional muttering.
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Jun 4, 2021 12:36 am
Messen departs without another glance from the pair engrossed in the romance novel. Bert gets to a particularly funny part in the book and lets out a rather loud groan. Ossein chuckles as he happens to catch Messen startle and hurry away faster. Each time Messen returns with more books, Ossein just continues to request more and more, letting him take away the ones finished. Finally Messen stumbles in looking more like a zombie than Bert and asks if they're finally done as it's nearing dawn. Happy to have passed a night in the excellent company of books, and learn a new piece of magic, they head back to the Inn.
Jun 4, 2021 1:38 am
Kay explores the town and its many magnificent fixtures, she then sits down and writes a letter to her parents of Dok, the portal and all the other wonders that have happened so far. As she’s walking to the post office she stops.
No, I’ve barely done anything! I cant send this to them! I’ll need to actually have done somthing... important? of note? not yet though. I want to make them proud.
Kay puts the letter carefully in an inner pocket of her bag and heads back to the library to see if she could find any books on inner magic.
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Jun 4, 2021 3:00 am
As Kay approaches the Pillars of Pedagogy to request some books, a flustered woman almost bowls her over. "Oh! I am so sorry! Normally I look where I'm going, but..." Then the woman suddenly bursts into tears. "Oh, what am I to do? I've lost it, I lost the book. The Avowed are going kill me! Or lock me up! Or..." She shudders, then wipes her eyes. "F-forgive me for nearly trampling you. I... I need to keep looking..." She begins to wander off, sniffling.
OOC:
You can try to talk to this lady, or continue on to the study area. Up to you!
Jun 4, 2021 3:08 am
Reading all through the night, book after book, Ossein discovers several more rare necromancy spells in an old tome.
[ +- ] Dark Arts For Dank Smarts
When he and Bert make their way back to the inn, Ossein finds Imoen there chatting with Winthrop. She beams as Bert enters the room. "Oh, just the Seeker I wanted to see! I'm afraid I can't be a very good guide if we're not properly acquainted, so tell me more about yourself!"

She gestures towards a seat in the common room.
Jun 4, 2021 4:18 am
Rift stares at the ogre.

What a horrible story! The creature seems even bigger now, the name Little One almost more of a mockery than a tribute. But of course Rift can't say that. He might get squashed.

Instead he clears his throat. "I am Tilrifturrin and I want adventure more than knowledge. I've already been to school and all that. I want to be where the action is!" He sits up tall and takes another sip of the vile grownup drink. His stomach tries to rebel, but he keeps his face stoic.
Jun 4, 2021 5:20 am
If questions, answers, and practice from seasoned teachers is the best way to go, can I do so now?" Sheemish asks, gesturing to the blacksmiths tools? Picking up the same blade the Smithy had discarded, Sheemish tries his own hand at sharpening the weapon.


What type of check would this be to do? I picked strength, but didn't know if there was a better one. Also, wondering if as a member of the guild, having his own tools, and with solid background in it, if maybe he has some type of advantage or something along those lines. Lastly, if he reaches into a pocket on Ug's loincloth, is there a roll he needs to make to see what surprises might be in there? : )
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Rolls

Blacksmith check (strength?) - (1d20+2)

(11) + 2 = 13

Jun 4, 2021 6:38 am
I take the apple from the elven stablehand and say, "Thank you, he really does deserve a treat, some rest, and healing after everything he has done and gone through."
I feed the horse the apple while gently brushing the horse's nose with my hand.
"I owe this horse my life. I was about to succumb to my wounds when he, along with its rider, came back and saved me after the caravan we were a part of was overrun by gibberlings.
Speaking of the caravan, I must go and meet my companions to retrieve the abandoned wagon and its contents. Thank you again, and I will return and give this brave horse more healing."
Jun 4, 2021 2:38 pm
Kay quickly follows after the distraught seeker and catches her by the arm and turning the woman to face her. Talking in a calm voice Kay addresses the women
"Hey hey hey, No body is going to hurt you. What have you lost? I can help you look for it, I was actually just looking for something to do."
Kay smiles gently up at the woman and nods reassuringly
Jun 4, 2021 7:58 pm
"‘School and all that’?" Little One chuckles, which ends up shaking the table more than a bit. "No doubt, friend! Well, if history is any teacher, you need only step out your front door to find adventure. There’s always something that needs fixing. Take this Iron Crisis, for instance. Nobody knows what’s causing it. Surely there’s an adventure to be had in figuring that out." He looks down at the book in his large hands. "Just like in this story. There was a mystery, and a group of adventurers got together to solve it. Who knows? Find yourself some trustworthy friends, and maybe they’ll write some stories about you someday, too!"

He raises his own mug, which is actually a pitcher. "To adventure and friendship! May they ever bring me new stories to read."
Jun 4, 2021 8:21 pm
OOC:
For you, I’d actually use Intelligence rather than Strength, though that might not be the case for every character. So +3 instead of +2. And since you’re proficient with the tools, you also get to add your proficiency bonus, which is +2, bringing your roll up to 16! Which is not bad at all for trying to sharpen a sword. Unfortunately, this sword is a piece of crap.
Khe’ril gives an affirming nod to Sheemish’s request to use the tools. The young artificer’s technique is perfect as he holds the blade to the whirling grindstone. In spite of his obvious skill, the sword’s edge flecks and breaks unevenly, leaving blemishes and imperfections all along its length.

Khe’ril folds his arms and lets loose a favorite Dwarven curse. "Bah! I telled ye it was bad iron. Once its true nature be shown, there be no fixin’ it." He sighs and leans against a wooden support beam. "But for sure, ye’ve got the talent, lad. Ye deserve tha’ guild emblem."
OOC:
As for the loincloth, roll a d100!
Jun 4, 2021 8:28 pm
The woman's eyes widen. "Y-you would help me? Azuth bless you!" She closes her eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath. "My name is Phlydia. I borrowed a book during my stay - The History of Halruaa. But I'm afraid I misplaced it somewhere. It's gone, and I was responsible for it! If I don't find it before my time here is up, I don't know what the Avowed will do to me. They're so protective of their writings. And for good reason! I was a fool to lose track of it..."
Jun 4, 2021 11:15 pm
Though still exhausted from the caravan recovery endeavor, nothing would stop Stella from diving into the vast pool of knowledge contained in Candlekeep.

Tome in hand, she heads to the Pillars of Pedagogy. Many sections her tome have parchment bookmarks folded in them—indicators of which pages were vandalized and to be avoided for now.

"Oh, hi!" Happening to pass by Kay, Stella stops and smiles. "Kay, right?" She notices the looks on the girl's and Phlydia's faces and cringes slightly, biting her lip. "Oh, sorry...Is...everything alright?"
Jun 5, 2021 1:39 am
Kay smiles warmly Of course, Im Kay! I hope we can find it! I guess now we need to start with where you haven’t looked… and maybe you can tell me where you last saw it? oh and hey Stella! what have you been up to?
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Jun 5, 2021 2:51 am
"Still good practice though" Sheemish says with a smile. "I do thank you for the opportunity! And if any more opportunities arrive please let me know. It would be an honor to assist in any way if I can." With one more low bow, Sheemish exits the smithy.

Now where too next?

Always drawn to how things work, Sheemish found himself glancing around at the buildings around him. Every piece of machinery had an engine, this city and these people would be no different. The obvious engine of the city was it’s knowledge, and their books powered that knowledge. But where did the books come from? Who decided what information was available to be read? We’re there any texts not allowed? And if there was any new or crucial knowledge being shared now, who would see it first? cNow that would be interesting learn.

Out of pure curiosity, the blacksmith heads to the House of Binding.
Jun 5, 2021 3:04 am
"Oh, two beautiful young women to help me!" Phlydia smiles shakily. "Truly, I am most fortunate. You see, erm... Stella, is it? I borrowed a copy of The History of Halruaa from the Great Library, and I've misplaced it! I've looked through each of the Pillars of Pedagogy that I visited in the last day or so, but I haven't seen any sign of it... And it's not in my rented room at the House of Rest either."

She taps her chin. "I went to the bathhouse yesterday, but I haven't gone back to look yet. And the clothiers... But why would I have brought a book to either of those places?"
Jun 5, 2021 3:19 am
Either way, They’re places to check! I can go to the clothier if Stella you would
like to check in the washroom?
Kay says trying to be strong and positive to her new friend Its not as though it grew legs and walked of… unless books here can do that she says woth her words trailing off but the refocuses and we could meet back here in a few hours to discuss any findings!
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