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[AU] Stone Bones

*Kelthet nods sheepishly.*

"I apologize. I did not mean to bring up painful memories. Be assured that we will do what we can to heal the wounds, and finish the task that you started."

*He looks around curiously at the rest, seemingly unaware of the risk he took.* "Time to go?"
 

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*Darthallys, after your loaded confrontation with the blacksmith, you walk around for several minutes to clear your mind. After settling yourself mentally (though your stomach still churns a bit with your hangover), you do manage to find the general goods store. Run by a sibeccai woman with reddish fur, she greets you warmly.*

"Welcome! What is it that you need?"
 

~When everyone has concluded thier business, ~Atlas asks the others "will you wait outside, for a few moments?" He then asks the duo with thier access to the Akashic memory "does my true name have any relation to the current mission? Or is it mere coincidence?"
 

*Leesea has been poking around the shop, looking at anything particularly unusual and keeping an eye out for books. She's just as interested in what her companions are doing...particularly as they speak with Lykis and Vesune. Being nosey and spying are so completely a part of her nature that she can't help but surreptitiously listen in.*

[ooc - if she finds anything particularly intesting, she might inquire about it. Otherwise, she'll just give her thanks and farewell to the two and depart.]
 

*As it seems the others are filtering out, Kelthet does as well. He attempts to execute an awkward bow to the pair as he leaves, but it is painfully obvious he has no idea what he's doing. It is entirely possible he might have done something horribly insulting in his posture, but he's trying, at least. He places the dagger prominently on his belt, and places the spikes in a pouch, so that they might be within easy reach. He then steps out of the store, looking around to see where the others might be gathering. He attemps to speak with Phaern to discuss what the Mojh revealed.*
 

*Leesea, you do find what appears to be a mask made for a spryte. It's a simple mask that covers the eyes, but it is beautifully covered in feathers, colorful insect wings, and gleaming beetle shells. If you ask, Vesune tells you the following.*

"That was made by Weirsra Featherfall in Navael, the artist's city. I'm told it was a winner in one of their contests, but she sold it to a merchant. He sold it to us when he couldn't sell it anywhere else. Lykis was thinking about enchanting it some day..."

*You also find a strange plant, about a foot high in a simple clay pot. It has a sturdy green stem with purple veins and few leaves. But what catches your eye is that there's a clamshell-like pod at the end of it. The thing seems to be following your movements, and if you put out a finger, it actually snaps at it, though slowly.*

"Careful!" Vesune calls, "He's hungry. That's a trapper plant, they actually eat insects out in the wild when they're young. But they can grow quite large, big enough to even eat deer! Some recluses train them as a kind of guard dog; these plants are actually kind of intelligent, if you can credit it."

*Kelthet, your bow seems to be accepted in the intention it was given in, and Vesune and Lykis incline their heads back at you.*

"I bid you all the favor of the earth, for you will need every scrap of favor and luck on your side," Lykis says to all of you as leave the store.

*Atlas, when everyone leaves, you ask your question, and tell them your truename. It's a bit unnerving to say it in the presense of strangers, but you must know the answer. The two converse quietly for several minutes, and it is the mojh who addresses you.*

"Yes. You are the heart of the mountain, and I know that purely physical means will not help your cause. It will be for you to remember that compassion is needed as well as might when the time comes."
 

Phaern Starspike, Spryte Magister 5

Phaern places the 40 gold queens on the counter, taking Tonguesinger from the assembled items. "Thank you very much for all of your help. Your information will be invaluable no doubt. We will try to update you on our progress as often as possible through the device that Indacalis has." He departs eager to talk with Kelthet.

Outside he walks over to his friend, "Wow that was some revelation. I am glad that we came through here on our way to the caves. Everything is proceeding very well I think. Though we should grab a lot of food before we head out."

[ooc, I went through all the items that were mentioned and the people who posted that they would pay. Here is what I came up with:
Sekaris-lam - communication tool (Indacalis)
Darkwish - dagger (Kelthet) - 100gp
giant statue - speak with the dead (Atlas) - 100gp
golden dagger - ritual tool (Atlas)
Surehand - piton (kelthet)
Tonguesinger - translation (Phaern) - 40gp
Fault-finder - detect unstable rock (Jaws) - 40 gp

Hope that helps.]
 

Isida Kep'Tukari said:
*Darthallys, after your loaded confrontation with the blacksmith, you walk around for several minutes to clear your mind. After settling yourself mentally (though your stomach still churns a bit with your hangover), you do manage to find the general goods store. Run by a sibeccai woman with reddish fur, she greets you warmly.*

"Welcome! What is it that you need?"


*Darthallys grins and inclines his head gracefully to the Sibeccai woman, although the trouble in his mind and rebellion of his innards make the gesture a bit more forced that it might otherwise be.*

"A good woman to set me on a path of righteousness and grant my family some offspring to dote upon. Unforetunately, my schedhule allows no such luxuries. I need to provision an extended expedition into the dark belly of the earth. Hardtack, spices, a good metal pot, flint, rope, chain, pitons..." He closes his eyes and rubs his muzzle thoughtfully, "I'd thought of more, but my thoughts are not as clear as I'd like. Spare sacks and waterskins, a good hatchet.... and I'm certain you can suggest another dozen things I've missed. Now, in case you wonder how I'm going to carry all of these ridiculous provisions..."

*Darthallys unslings his multicolored sack and rests it gently upon the counter. He gestures with a flourish over the bag before opening it and reaching much deeper into the bag than should be physically possible. He withdraws a longbow that's fully twice as long as the bag is deep, before tucking the bow back into the bag.*

"If I'm to pack mule for a Giant, I might as well have a good saddle bag, eh?"
 

*Kelthet nods serenly to Phaern.* "As it should - we have been called to do this thing - it is only right that the beginnings of the path be auspicious. I am surprised the Mojh had been down this road before - it puts a new light on things. But we are well prepared, and more varied, I think." *He shows Darkwish to Phaern* "This dagger, at the least, should help us - I was surprised that it picked me. What did come out with? And yes, we need food, I think."
 

"Me I am proud to be carrying the Mojh's translation tool. Tonguesinger, he called it. I think it will help us greatly in our travels as I imagine that we will need to communicate with some of those greyfolk." Phaern replies.
 

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