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Message: <blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 834583" data-attributes="member: 1210">Search for a Mage-SmithOur heroes are walking.Normally they'd fly or wind walk, but nobody's prepared for that right now, and it'll be about 5 in the evening before any of the clerics (namely, Horbin the Holy) can pray for spells.  So, at least for a few hours, they're on foot like low-level adventurers on their way back to the Shining City.  Along the way, Thrush and Sybele make a lot of small talk.  It's clear that he thinks of her as his woman now, and it's equally clear that she's more than willing to go along as long as it suits her purpose- finding Jezebel, her missing daughter.Once Horbin can cast wind walk on the group they return to the city in less than an hour.  They check in with their buddies at the home of the Swords of Assistance, including the Chaos-warped Thorax and Thangor, a huge dark human with apparently limited language skills who serves the ex-Swords of Assistance as a guard.  Everyone's glad to see the group alive.Over the next two weeks the party does some more shopping, seeking magic items of great power, trying to commission some.  It rapidly becomes apparent that most of the spellcasters capable of creating such powerful weapons have better things to do, but Sheva turns up a pair of magical gloves that will poison a weapon as a free action thrice per day through her contacts in the Grey Brotherhood.  Unfortunately, the price is high- 30,000 gp.  She passes on it.A little investigation turn up a mage-smith's name for the pcs: Fandral, said to be an outcast dwarf who lives not far from the Shining City in a cave in a sea cliff.  Our heroes set out to locate him, and in short order they succeed, once again covering huge distances quickly via wind walk as they search.  When they get to his cave, they find it spartan and tidy, and Fandral himself is a balding dwarf with long thick moustaches and a beard that puffs out importantly.  He grudgingly invites them in for a bite to eat."So what are you doing out here by yourself?" Sybele asks him."Bah!  My people didn't care for my ways.  There are many among us dwarves who don't much hold with magic, ye know.  Wasn't so long ago that most people didn't even believe we could do it."  He guffaws.  "They were wrong."  Fandral's face turns sour.  "But show someone they're wrong, and do they thank ye?  No, they tell ye to air out and kick ye from your home.  So I came here to get away from all them bastards, and here I'll remain.  And don't go tryin' to get me involved in any crap with them, either!"  He spits.  "I wash me hands of them.""Wow, sounds like an old buddy of ours," Sybele says.  "Hessian.  He led the Swords of Assistance for a while until an ogre killed him."  She sighs.  "I can understand what you mean about washing your hands of them, though," the psionic archer commisserates.  "I used to be in the Forinthian Army, but I got kicked out for not just doing what I was told, for trying to do things differently."Fandral nods.  "Aye, and ta the Abyss with all of them."  He pauses, then amends, "Well, not that I wish 'em ill- just have no desire to see any of them again.""Well," Sheva asks, "is there any chance we could commission some weapons from you?"The dwarven smith leans back and seems to be considering for a few moments.  Then he answers, "Tell ye what.  I'm looking for some special metal, called coal steel.  Very useful stuff for making good strong weapons from.  Ye get me some, and I'll make ye three weapons like ye've never seen before.""Coal steel," muses Sheva.  "Any idea where we could find some of it?""Oh, indeed," Fandral replies.  "There's a group of fire giants what stole some a while back, I can tell ye exactly where they are."The party exchanges glances.  Another little quest, another distraction... "We need to find my daughter," Sybele says insistently."Yeah, but these weapons will help us, right?" Angelfire points out."Yeah..." Sybele admits."Well, we won't do Jezebel any good if we get killed trying to find her, will we?""True... all right, we'll do it," Sybele says.  She's easily swayed due to her Chaotic nature; but she won't be swayed for long.  What's happening to my daughter? she wonders despairingly.  But for now, she allows herself to be talked into going on Fandral's errand.Next Time: Fandral's Errand!</blockquote>

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