A Simple Errand (DM:renau1g, Judge: covaithe)


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[sblock=YAAAAY!] In that case, I am going to have Crag sell his plain old longsword and thenspend 840gp to purchase a Cloak of the Walking Wounded +1. Any ideas what I should use as the fluff for this thing to make it fit Crag's theme? [/sblock]
 

[sblock=Kalidrev]How'd you get 840 gp? I'd think Crag and Ingot should have about the same amount of cash and Ingot doesn't have nearly that much.[/sblock]
 

[sblock=Ryry] Crag has only ever earned 1 magical item since level 1: his longsword. Since then, he's been saving all of his gold. Crag got 135 as his share from selling the dragon egg gem from Fire and Ice, he got 267 in time gold, and 500 as his share of the last set of treasure (since he didn't get any magic items). Add it all up, and it's 902 gp. Check out the treasure section of Crag's sheet if you're curious, I have links to all of my treasure. [/sblock]
 


[sblock=Kalidrev]Ahh, ok, it's the gold in lieu of item then, while Ingot has received 2 items. I just wanted to make sure I didn't miss some gold that I should have had. :)[/sblock]
 


Ingot buys a specially prepared block of iron at a magical supply shop. It opens its forearm, removing a small smithing hammer from a compartment inside. Next it unclips the holy symbol embedded on its chest. It finds a hard surface, and begins hammering and folding the, um, ingot into a second layer on the symbol.

As it does so, it thinks about what has been learned so far about the arcane society, and considers where in the Commons might be interesting to such a group.

Arcana check (1d20+7=15)

It notices Jax's trepidation. "Jax, what is the matter?" it asks him. "Do you want to buy something?"
 

Jax looks confused at the question.

"Huh? No, nothing... Just uh, I'll wait outside while you shop. I do not have much money anyway. Maybe once we rob the wizards!"
 

Crag walks out of Mike's Magic and Mundane Emporium just down the street from where Ingot was hammering on his symbol. Draped over Crags arm was a bundle of light blue cloth. Nearing his companions, Crag grabbed one end of the bundle of cloth and shook it out, revealing a sturdy looking cloak that flowed like water. Draping it over his shoulders, Crag could feel the cloak opening up magical pathways to his innermost stamina.

"Ahh, there you are Ingot. What are you working on there? Are you making some kind of self-modification?"
 

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