[e20 PF] And with strange aeons...

[Aldern Foxglove]

Thadeius raises a brow, but smiles thinly and reaches slowly into a pocket producing his portable hole.

"I trust the opening of a portable hole will not disagree with your accommodations?" He reaches down and spreads the hole upon the floor and utilizes a mage hand to lift a single beautifully crafted adamantine dagger forth gently steering it towards the eye and allowing it to revolve slowly.

"I have these in significant numbers, I could let you have as many as a thousand perhaps more. I would of course allow for a reasonable discount for bulk purchase, we are all beings of prodigious intellect I am sure we can arrive at a mutually beneficial deal without resort to petty bickering and the like. I will also, should you not wish to do so yourselves, transform the metal to a shape of equal quality more to your liking should you wish it."

 

[jackslate45]

Xanfire is still speechless as the Old Woman leaves. After a momment, he looks at both the Grand Templar and High Cleric. A look of determination can be found on his face.


"My friends are in this city selling items of a considerable worth. Find them, and bring them here, as soon as possible. I will bring them up to date. I also require two addional things from the Temple's Vault. The first is diamond dust of a significant magnitude. The second is the object I wore around my neck when I first defeated Malacarus. Please bring them to me quickly. In the meantime, I will pray to Iomedae, and ask for her guidance in this. In the private prayer room of course. Any objections?"

Pulling out his coin purse from his bag, Xanfire deposits a significant amount of gold in front of the two men. "Is this enough to cover it?"

[sblock=FiTD]
I will be unavailable from now till Sunday. If possible, I would also like to buy materials and focuses for Holy Aura and Miracle. I will then take 15 minutes to pray for more spells while the Temple finds the Broken Eagles.

Of course, if I do not have 15 minutes, then that works.
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[Scott DeWar]

[sblock=FitD] actually it is 1 ton or about 2200 lb of the metel, and it was rolled by AFg as a 28 vs DC 20.[/sblock]

"Well, obviously you are not interested in this metal so I think we could only sell 500 of these to you. I am sure there are others that are willing to pay for what these are really worth."

 

[fireinthedust]

[sblock=Unblinking Eye] As Thadeius opens the portable hole, the voice says nothing, not arguing the point. However, one of the figures wandering this environment comes through a doorway nearby and walks down the set of steps directly near you.

It is a gnome or halfling or other tiny race, covered in the robes and head-scarves of the Unblinking eye, the large eye covering where their face must be. Clearly it is here to receive the dagger, holding its hand out to take it.

As the adamantine knife floats towards it, it takes the blade and looks at it. The same voice speaks to you.

We will purchase your wares. You have made your sale. When can you bring them to us?[/sblock]

[sblock=Weaponers] Hold on, then. How many of these do you have?

ooc: he is clearly haggling to get a fix on you guys. Dwarves are stingy buggers. A low price can also test you to see if you've got a sense of the pricing for these items.
Keep in mind that the goods these weaponers can sell are incredible. As 20th level characters, they're one of the few groups that could make things of your calibre. Literally, if you can pay the riches AND get the components needed, you can buy many of the items in the Core book, plus other designs.[/sblock]

[sblock=Temple] The High Cleric is in shock. The Grand Templar, however, moves quickly to action. Take whatever you need. You have our full support in getting to the bottom of this. What should we do?

The High Cleric snaps to attention, and gives a cold glare to the Grand Templar. Why are you asking him? There is a tense pause as the Templar's mouth opens in confusion. I'm the High Cleric, not Xanfire, and not some dotty old wench blasphemer! This is some kind of madness. The gods couldn't be in danger, and we'll not spend all our resources on some wild goose chase! I didn't get to be high cleric by bankrupting our church on some whim. If the gods had something to say, they would have spoken to ME! By the end, the High Cleric is yelling, hand shaking while thumping on a holy tomb on the office desk.

The Grand Templar is silent, bows to the High Cleric, but out of the corner of his eye gives a (carefully hidden) look to Xanfire: "what do we do?"
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[Aldern Foxglove]

"How many do you wish. I have a goodly number with me this moment. I am pleased we can do business." Thadeius replies inclining his head slightly to the gnome and smiling thinly.

 

[Scott DeWar]

[sblock=FitD] actually it is 1 ton or about 2200 lb of the metel, and it was rolled by AFg as a 28 vs DC 20. *Hedron has about 125 on hand as he is limited in weight. He plans on buying 25 of those directly from the party at full price.[/sblock]

"Well, obviously you are not interested in this metal so I think we could only sell 500 of these to you. I am sure there are others that are willing to pay for what these are really worth."

"I know we have a buyer who will pay the full value of 3000 each, and change. Your offer shows that perhaps you have not the funds to purchase these fine quality,enchantable weapons. We can let thesse go for , 2500 each, just to save us some time."

 

[fireinthedust]

[sblock=Weaponers] 2500? I'll take 1000, if you've got them. What's the total stock?

Hedron & Gerhard: feel free to step in. Sorry it's not combat yet.[/sblock]

[sblock=Unblinking Eye] We will take all of them. All that you have. When can you bring them all to us? The voice of the Unblinking Eye says, very directly.[/sblock]

 

[Aldern Foxglove]

"There remains the matter of payment. What do you offer. I should be able to have them here this day, likely far sooner." Thadeius replies smoothly.

 

[Scott DeWar]

"Gerhart, how many do you have on hand to sell? How do yoou intend on paying for them?"

 

[Shayuri]

Thorn gets a premonition of doom; two groups of people, with no communication between them, each trying to sell the same inventory.

"Maybe I should check on Xan and Gerhard," she suggests. "Before you finalize this. Just to be neighborly."