Jun 12, 2021 5:26 pm
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Jun 12, 2021 6:41 pm
Khe'ril waves as Sheemish approaches. "Welcome back, lad! I heard ye went out and had a tussle with some bandits. I cannae believe ye fought 'em without proper armor, or nary e'en a shield! Let's get ye outfitted, lad."
The dwarven smith looks at his suits of armor. "We don' want ye all bundled up in some heavy piece. Hmm... Maybe try on this brigandine. The riveted plates help ye out, but it's none too heavy. Oh, and ye'll want a nice gambeson to go beneath it. More comfortable tha' way."
He moves over to rack displaying shields of all sizes. "Ah, an' now for the shield..." Then he takes a second look at Sheemish. "Ye'll need more than a buckler, but nae so much as yon tower shield." The dwarf grabs a shield that's square on the top half, but curves down to a broad point near the bottom. "This'll stop some arrows, don't ye doubt. An' not too much to carry 'round either."He moves over to rack displaying shields of all sizes. "Ah, an' now for the shield..." Then he takes a second look at Sheemish. "Ye know, a good pair o' gauntlets can do ye as well as a shield, an' leave ye open for castin' yer spells." The dwarf reaches below the counter and pulls out two gauntlets covered in plate armor. "Ye may find climbin' to be a bit hard, but they'll stop a blade as surely as any shield."Khe'ril lays the items out on the counter. "That'll be 470 gold pieces. Sorry for the cost, but ye know as well as any tha' a guild member's got to make his pay."
The dwarven smith looks at his suits of armor. "We don' want ye all bundled up in some heavy piece. Hmm... Maybe try on this brigandine. The riveted plates help ye out, but it's none too heavy. Oh, and ye'll want a nice gambeson to go beneath it. More comfortable tha' way."
He moves over to rack displaying shields of all sizes. "Ah, an' now for the shield..." Then he takes a second look at Sheemish. "Ye'll need more than a buckler, but nae so much as yon tower shield." The dwarf grabs a shield that's square on the top half, but curves down to a broad point near the bottom. "This'll stop some arrows, don't ye doubt. An' not too much to carry 'round either."
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OR if Sheemish plans on reflavoring the shield as a better pair of gauntlets...OOC:
Regardless of true shield or 'reflavored' shield, the cost is the same.OOC:
In dnd beyond, a 'brigandine' is actually referred to as 'half-plate', so watch out for that as you're getting your stuff equipped. And the shield is just a regular shield that gives +2, so that should be the same on dnd beyond. These things should bring Sheemish's AC up to 17.
Jun 12, 2021 6:47 pm
Ulraunt looks about to disagree, but then he looks down at the torch again. "Bah! It's useless to me anyway. Take it, and consider it a token of goodwill from Candlekeep."
Jun 13, 2021 12:28 am
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Jun 13, 2021 12:39 am
"That is quite the grand gesture. I thank you for your consideration and benevolence. Is there any other service I might provide to Candlekeep or yourself on a more personal level? If not, then I'll let you get back to your cross-genre studying."
Bert ambles over and picks up Happy, then shuffles back to where he was
Bert ambles over and picks up Happy, then shuffles back to where he was
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Jun 13, 2021 2:24 am
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Laurëa gladly accepts the hug. "I do not expect repayment. But perhaps if you ever come by this way again, you and Tulco could stop by and say hello. And in the meantime, whenever you see the saddle you can think of me." She smiles. "Is it not tradition that every knight carry a woman's favor?"Jun 13, 2021 3:44 am
Ulraunt waves a dismissive hand. "Yes, yes. Enjoy the rest of your stay here, Ossein."
Jun 13, 2021 3:51 am
Laurëa accepts the kiss on her hand graciously. "I would be glad to help you with your riding. It will give me a chance to see some more of you and Tulco before you leave. And perhaps the next time your bard friend entertains in the Hearth, you might save a dance for me. Until then, brave knight!"
Jun 13, 2021 4:05 am
"I look forward to our next visit."
Bert steps forward to pick up Ossein in the same hand that's already holding Happy. Clumsily grabbing bith in one hand he fumbles and accidentally drops Ossein.
"That was on purpose wasn't it Bert?! Grab me with your other hand you oaf!"
Bert pauses and groans as if trying to figure out which one is his other hand. Eventually he starts to grab Ossein again with the same hand.
"No! Stop. Other OTHER hand."
Finally he figures it out and they make their way out of the room in search for the small girl and small boy.
"You keep making me look like a fool in front of others and I'll start telling them about about the first thing to fall off when you're a zombie."
Bert groans sadly as the door closes behind them.
Bert steps forward to pick up Ossein in the same hand that's already holding Happy. Clumsily grabbing bith in one hand he fumbles and accidentally drops Ossein.
"That was on purpose wasn't it Bert?! Grab me with your other hand you oaf!"
Bert pauses and groans as if trying to figure out which one is his other hand. Eventually he starts to grab Ossein again with the same hand.
"No! Stop. Other OTHER hand."
Finally he figures it out and they make their way out of the room in search for the small girl and small boy.
"You keep making me look like a fool in front of others and I'll start telling them about about the first thing to fall off when you're a zombie."
Bert groans sadly as the door closes behind them.
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Jun 13, 2021 4:44 am
Rift tries not to recoil from the glowing ball.
"Well, um, my mother is Aerihykloarara and my father is Rastix Bafflestone, the gnome." He pauses, unsure of what else she wants to know. "I want to learn how to fly. And I want to have an adventure; like, a real adventure. Also, I hate fish."
He shrugs, not that she is probably able to see it. It does feel good to actually talk to someone and explain himself.
"What more would you like to know?"
"Well, um, my mother is Aerihykloarara and my father is Rastix Bafflestone, the gnome." He pauses, unsure of what else she wants to know. "I want to learn how to fly. And I want to have an adventure; like, a real adventure. Also, I hate fish."
He shrugs, not that she is probably able to see it. It does feel good to actually talk to someone and explain himself.
"What more would you like to know?"
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Jun 13, 2021 6:21 pm
"Aerihykloarara...?" The ghostly voice sounds clearer now. "I remember. That is a name given to... silver dragons!" The bobbing light breaks into a million glowing motes, which gradually coalesce into the spectral shape of a great dragon.
A silver dragon.
Miirym appears translucent and ghostly, all except for her jaws, which almost look to be made of solid bone. "Did you say your father was a gnome?" Now Miirym's voice is suddenly present and clear, and with more than a hint of amusement. "That's the funniest thing I've heard in nearly a millennium!" Indeed, her laughter fills the cavern. "Ah, I have been cooped up in this monastery for too long."
She turns her head and focuses an eye on Rift. "And you seek adventure! Let me tell you, little brother. Adventure tends to find you whether you want it or not. You'll get your chance." Miirym floats several feet above the cave floor. "So what are you? A mighty wizard? A great warrior? A divine priest?"
A silver dragon.
Miirym appears translucent and ghostly, all except for her jaws, which almost look to be made of solid bone. "Did you say your father was a gnome?" Now Miirym's voice is suddenly present and clear, and with more than a hint of amusement. "That's the funniest thing I've heard in nearly a millennium!" Indeed, her laughter fills the cavern. "Ah, I have been cooped up in this monastery for too long."
She turns her head and focuses an eye on Rift. "And you seek adventure! Let me tell you, little brother. Adventure tends to find you whether you want it or not. You'll get your chance." Miirym floats several feet above the cave floor. "So what are you? A mighty wizard? A great warrior? A divine priest?"
Jun 13, 2021 10:17 pm
Rift fingers the lockpicking tools in his pocket. He'd never been a great fighter; most mighty weapons are too large for him. And he hasn't shown much aptitude for magic, aside from his puny breath weapon. He'd actually always wanted to be a spy, but suddenly that sounded very childish.
"I'm still figuring that out. Isn't that what adventure is for? Making people into who they are supposed to become? I'll see where it takes me and go from there."
"I'm still figuring that out. Isn't that what adventure is for? Making people into who they are supposed to become? I'll see where it takes me and go from there."
Jun 14, 2021 3:06 am
Mirrym's great draconic head rises and falls in a nod. "A wise answer from one so young! I never thought I would become Candlekeep's Sentinel Wyrm, yet it was an adventure that made me into who I am today." Her long, spectral tail flicks absently. "But your adventuring will only do you good so long as you live through it. Given that you and I are kin of sorts, I would gift you a boon to help you in your journey."
"What do you wish for, Rift? A mightier breath weapon? Thicker scales? A true dragon's fortitude, or majesty? Something else?"
"What do you wish for, Rift? A mightier breath weapon? Thicker scales? A true dragon's fortitude, or majesty? Something else?"
Jun 14, 2021 4:50 am
Before he can consider, the words are out of his mouth.
"I wish to fly."
Immediately his cheeks feel warm. If he could blush, he'd be bright red.
"I mean, a stronger breath weapon would be cool too. Or chameleon scales that change color. Or poison. Or..." He trails off, realizing that he is babbling now. She was just starting to take him seriously and then he had to go and blow it. He clears his throat.
"I am honored, Sentinel, at your gift. I will graciously accept anything your ancient wisdom sees fit to give me."
"I wish to fly."
Immediately his cheeks feel warm. If he could blush, he'd be bright red.
"I mean, a stronger breath weapon would be cool too. Or chameleon scales that change color. Or poison. Or..." He trails off, realizing that he is babbling now. She was just starting to take him seriously and then he had to go and blow it. He clears his throat.
"I am honored, Sentinel, at your gift. I will graciously accept anything your ancient wisdom sees fit to give me."
Jun 14, 2021 6:14 am
I spend my time training to become a more capable horseback rider and also go in search of books on the subject to get a variety of inputs.
I also find time to go to the tavern when Aiwë is getting her bard on, to dance with Laurëa.
Upon hearing of the assassination attempt on one of my new companions, I head straight to the House of the Binder where I wait for the assembly of the group.
I also find time to go to the tavern when Aiwë is getting her bard on, to dance with Laurëa.
Upon hearing of the assassination attempt on one of my new companions, I head straight to the House of the Binder where I wait for the assembly of the group.
Jun 14, 2021 2:17 pm
Miirym's dry, knowing chuckle reverberates through the cavern and Tilrifturren's body. "Wings for my brother! It will be my pleasure, Rift." The ghost dragon chants in some ancient tongue, and some of her silvery essence drifts over to float behind Rift's back. They take the shape of awesome, glittering wings. And then... they become real and tangible, covered in shining silver scales.
"Thank you for the clarity you've brought me today, Rift. I hope you visit me again someday..." Her form melts once more back into a floating silver ball.
"Bahamut be with you..."
"Thank you for the clarity you've brought me today, Rift. I hope you visit me again someday..." Her form melts once more back into a floating silver ball.
"Bahamut be with you..."
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Rift gets wings and has a flying speed equal to his walking speed!Jun 14, 2021 3:24 pm
With Laurëa's guidance, Runeson quickly advances his knowledge of horses and riding.
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Runeson gains proficiency in Animal Handling!
Jun 14, 2021 4:45 pm
At this hour of evening there are only a handful of Avowed left working in the House of the Binder. First Reader Tethtoril is one of them. As members of the party make their way inside, the high priest of Oghma approaches with a confused but welcoming smile. "Hello, Seekers! Is there some reason that you all are gathering here tonight? Can I help you?"
Jun 14, 2021 4:52 pm
Ossein and Bert find the young Rift in the hallway stretching his wings and trying to hover without colliding with the walls.
"Why hello again young chap! Well, look at you, where have you been hiding those wings this whole time? Come now, I just got a telepathic message from a House of Ill Repute or some such saying we're late and everyone's waiting for us. So, lets put the kettle on and pop off."
Ossein and Bert and Rift make their way to the bath house.
"Why hello again young chap! Well, look at you, where have you been hiding those wings this whole time? Come now, I just got a telepathic message from a House of Ill Repute or some such saying we're late and everyone's waiting for us. So, lets put the kettle on and pop off."
Ossein and Bert and Rift make their way to the bath house.
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