City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn X

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Wik

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Galwynn rolls his eyes. "Blah blah blah? Is that what i sound like?"

He looks at Rapture, smirking.
 

Boddynock

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Tarag leans over and says to Rapture, "Excuse me, lass - do you have a kerchief I can borrow. Ah, many thanks!"

"Now Galwynn, you grab his arms. Hold him down. I'll just tie this around his mouth. Tommy, surely you know a sleep spell, something to keep him subdued?"

He turns to Rilithorne, confiding in a quiet voice, "Otherwise, you see, he'd just keep going ... and I doubt you have a fortnight to spare."
 

Trouvere

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"A fortnight? Nonsense! Not more than another five or six hours, I shouldn't think," says Keldar. "Hmmmm... Perhaps I should skip on to a more exciting part. Now this is certainly my favourite section."

A flint fist flailing found foolhardy Galwynn,
Snapped back his skull, sent his feet staggering,
Flattened his face so his features were frightful;
Blood burst from his brow; his braincase was broken;
Gobbets of gore on the ground spattered;
Crushed was his cranium; he came close to dying.
Our hero took heed – his left hand held healing:
A potion he pressed in the poor farmer’s palm.
His right hand wreaked ruin, relieving Rapture,
Flame to ash falling, felled by a flange
Of metal morningstar, with might wielded.
Down Galwynn drank to the dregs the dear potion –
The fee for the flask was fifty bright crowns,
But money well managed, for moving forward
The earth elemental attacked him again,
Slamming his side where he stood on the staircase,
Dropping him dying in the dust of the floor.
A spell then he spake, the stripling mage Tommy,
To send grease sliding on the stones of the floor.
So faltered or fell their foes for a moment.
Keldar with courage then clubbed the creature
That had Galwynn hurt, and hard did he hammer
Such that a second stroke as it stood slew it.​
"I'm sure that will get an audience on its feet."
 

Trouvere

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"What? No!" protests Keldar, keeping a wary eye on the kerchief, but showing no signs of chanting further. "Rapture, dear, I'm just teasing Galwynn."
 

Rae ArdGaoth

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Rilithorne smiles, Keldar's amateur attempt at an epic doesn't quite impress him, but it does amuse him. He claps a couple of times and laughs, and then, "A for effort, young man, you're a good sport to put up with this lot! Don't let them bring you down." With a wink, Rilithorne stands. A waitress comes over to get his plate, but the mage waves her away. "No, no, don't bother." With a flick of his fingers, he sends his glass and plate flying over to the bar, where the dirty plates sit. "Thanks for dinner, Joe. And thank you, for the company. Friendship is a valuable thing, don't let go of it. Farewell!" Rilithorne leaves the Red Dragon Inn.
 

Boddynock

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"Ah, well, that was nice. Now, I think I'll get a good night's sleep and then go to the forge in the morning. I've been away for far too long. Galwynn, I doubt that there'll be any problems on your return to Thyrin's tower. Would you be able to pick up my reward for me? I'm keen to start work again."

"Which reminds me. Do any of you want some work done? I'd be happy to give you a good price on weapons or armour. Or, indeed, if you want any items of the sort that Thyrin offered us, I'm pretty sure I've worked out how he does it. So ... is there anything you want?"
 

Wik

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Galwynn looks at the blade in his hands. "I realize this blade isn't as good, or as sharp, as it could be. But I don't want to leave it. When I return from Grenton, perhaps you could look over it, make a few small adjustments?"

OOC: Really, turn my Greatsword into a MW Greatsword. And, of course, Galwynn will help with craft points, etc.

How much would it cost? Because the rest is being spent on Grenton somehow.
 

Boddynock

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Wik said:
Galwynn looks at the blade in his hands. "I realize this blade isn't as good, or as sharp, as it could be. But I don't want to leave it. When I return from Grenton, perhaps you could look over it, make a few small adjustments?"

OOC: Really, turn my Greatsword into a MW Greatsword. And, of course, Galwynn will help with craft points, etc.

How much would it cost? Because the rest is being spent on Grenton somehow.
OOC: Theoretically, we're not supposed to turn an ordinary weapon into a MW weapon. However, if we assume a value equal to half the market value, and deduct that from the raw materials cost of the MW weapon, I see no reason why we couldn't roleplay a recasting of the existing blade.

Let's see: a MW greatsword cost 350 gp. If you're going to kick in half the craft points (does Galwynn have any ranks in Craft(weaponsmith)?), then Tarag will charge 60% of market price, or 210 gp. 210-25 = 185 gp. So all up he'll have to find 185 gp to pay for the new sword, which we'll say is a reworking of the old one.
 

Wik

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OOC: Yeah, while in game terms it'd be making tweaks to his existing sword, in mechanical terms, I'd just be paying for a new one.

And no, Galwynn has no ranks in Weaponsmithing. Does that mean he can't contribue craft points? I thought he could.
 

covaithe

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ooc: Man, as soon as I go to bed, y'all explode into action! :)

"Sorry, Tarag, no sleep spells today. I didn't prepare it because it doesn't work on mindless creatures." He rolls his eyes meaningfully towards Keldar. The joke is poorly timed and falls a little flat, but Rilithorne's exit covers what might have been an uncomfortable silence.

"Goodbye, Rilithorne. It was a pleasure to meet you."
 

Trouvere

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"Look at that, you scared him off," says Keldar.

When he lays out his needs to Tarag, he's disconcerted to discover that bowmaking is not one of his specialties.

"Just metal, then? Well, my grandmother is coming up to 65 years of age, and on the off-chance that I ever see her again, I'd like to have a present for her, even if it's late. Her old set of toothpicks that I've been using for doors and traps... What? You only make weapons? Oh dear, oh dear oh dear."

"I would very much like a rapier, but now I'm going to have to find a bow maker somewhere, and my funds may run short. Hrumph!"
 

Boddynock

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Wik said:
OOC: Yeah, while in game terms it'd be making tweaks to his existing sword, in mechanical terms, I'd just be paying for a new one.

And no, Galwynn has no ranks in Weaponsmithing. Does that mean he can't contribue craft points? I thought he could.
OOC: Yes, he can still contribute craft points - but he'll have to contribute the full craft point cost for half the effectiveness. For the MW greatsword, that'll be 35 craft points. If he had at least one rank in the skill, it would It will only cost him 17 craft points. (Tarag will pay 18 CP.)
 
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Xael

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Boddynock said:
Yes, he can still contribute craft points - but he'll have to contribute the full craft point cost for half the effectiveness. For the MW greatsword, that'll be 35 craft points. If he had at least one rank in the skill, it would only cost him 17. (Tarag will pay 18 CP.)
OOC: Actually, the effectiveness penalty only seems to apply if you need a feat. So you can contribute to normal crafting with full effectiveness.
 

Boddynock

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Xael said:
OOC: Actually, the effectiveness penalty only seems to apply if you need a feat. So you can contribute to normal crafting with full effectiveness.
OOC: Thanks, Xael. On rereading the section on assisting with crafting it seems clear that the effectiveness penalty doesn't apply to the creation of mundane items.

In that case, Wik, it'd cost Galwynn 17 CP. :)
 

Trouvere

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Once again, Keldar is left with the feeling that a recital has gone badly. "I should be getting to bed," he says. "In the morning, I'll pop my head into a weaponsmith's or two, to see if anyone can make me a recurved bow for a price I can afford. Maybe if I lend a hand. I'm pretty sure I know which end of a bow is up. Or, no, that's probably a little tricky. Anyway, I'm sure with my help, it won't take too long to make. Tarag, I'll let you know if my purse stretches to the rapier that is haunting your dreams. I'm sure it will. And then I'll hurry along to Grenton. Er... I know Tommy will be galloping full speed through the Allimon gate even before sunrise, but if anyone wants to wait a little and make the journey with me, that'd... no, I suppose... well, I'll probably be eaten by a giant weasel on the way, but if not, then I'll meet up with the rest of you there."
 

Wik

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"Yes, I'll be going to bed as well. Hopefully Tommy will at least wait for the sun to start coming up before he bolts."
 

Trouvere

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In the morning, Keldar heads out into the streets of Orussus with a money pouch that is heavier than he's been used to of late. Several hours later, he comes back to the tavern with a lighter purse and a splendid longbow.

"Keldar Warbray, archer without peer," he announces himself. "Did my friends leave already, or did they sleep in? Well, I shall give them until midday to find me. I'll wait in the square and pop my head through the door now and then."
 

Wik

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Only a few moments later, Galwynn emerges from his room, bleary-eyed. "First time I've slept in in years, and it's just before we head back to Grenton. Has anyone left already? Really? Keldar?
Galwynn pauses for a moment, and then looks at the ceiling. "You're behind this, aren't you? Very funny."

He sighs, hefts his scabbarded blade over his shoulder like a backpack, and leaves.
 
Richard Rawen Human Fighter

A large yet youthful human male enters the RDI dressed in simple soft leathers, he doesn't appear to be much of an adventurer, more a farm hand or other heavy laborer despite the light armor.
He is however in a bit of a hurry, so he steps forward quickly, announces "Richard Rawen, Fighter... Oh, and if you're a skilled adventurer, you may want to go over to the party..." with that he gives a quick description of the route to the party and then heads upstairs at a rapid pace.
Returning a few minutes later he looks much more the role of the fighter he claims to be, his breastplate and fine bastard-sword securely strapped on, he carries a shield and a bundle of other weapons and equipment over his shoulder. Striding down the stairs the young man approaches the bar and beckons Joe over. He speaks quietly with the famous innkeep and then turns and leaves.

[sblock=listen check DC 17]"Joe, I expect their'll be quite a few folk lookin for at least a week's road rations on the morrow. I'll pay for some decent feed for me and my horse if I could pick it up in the mornin?"[/sblock]
 
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