[EBERRON] the Extraordinaries, 'A Terror Awakened, the League Reborn'

[ShaggySpellsword]

Marcus looks the portly man up and down. "Okay...Preax...glad to have you along. These things tend to go more smoothely when you have someone watching your back."

Before leaving, Marcus turns to Neville. "Short of rations and water, things I assume you were planning on procuring for this trip anyway, I can't think of anything in particular that I absolutely need. If you find any scrolls of the faith that you see might be useful to us in the Mournland, I will happily be the one to call upon the Flame and activate them. Also, if I am to be expected to carry supplies, which I won't hesitate to do mind, I will need a bag of some sort for my back...as of now everything I own fits neatly into my belt pouch or in my hands..."

Marcus then whistles for Arrow, who comes trotting up along side his master, turns to Preax and says, "Shall we?"

 

[Keia]

Azreal, Half-Celestial Paladin/Warmage

Azreal disdained the ground once the group arrived at their destination, until wrod was passed that supplies were being acquired. Then, Azreal landed and purposefully walked to those going into town.

"Arrows . . . arrows to deal with those foes found within the wastes," Azreal commented. "That would be helpful for me . . .and for the league as well."

 

[Ferrix]

Amon, Changeling

Marcus then whistles for Arrow, who comes trotting up along side his master, turns to Phrex and says, "Shall we?"

Gherald Preax, as he's now refered to himself, grins yellow-toothed and keeps up his pace with Marcus.

 

[Karl Green]

Vathirond, Mol, Third Week of Therendor, morning

As the sun rises and brightens the day, the party can make out the Death-Gray Mist Wall on the horizon about ten miles away, ominous and dark. Fury helps unload the party's gear and supplies quietly, much to the joy of the crew.

Marcus and Gherald Preax head into Vathirond market area and talking with the various merchants and shopkeepers. They notice that there are a lot of humanoids in the city and market area, mostly Half-Orcs and Hobgoblins but some Goblins and even the occasional Bugbear. They discover there is a brisk market in 'supposed' recovered artifacts from 'lost' Cyre "…for a reasonable price, for these once in a lifetime offers…"

There are a number of people also selling charms and wards of protections against the curses that some kind crawl out from beyond the Death-Gray Mist Wall, or for those going there. They also meet a few adventures who actually sound like they have been there and returned. One is a drunkard, haunted by what he saw there, but a couple others are just hardened adventures and mercenaries.

The pair find a scroll merchant in one of the back-ally shops, who will sell a few different 1st and 2nd level spells from either the Arcane and Divine spells, at only a 10% mark up of typical cost. The only special arrows they find is a Dwarf merchant who has about a dozen silver (1gp each, do -1 damage) and 2 adamantine arrows (65gp each; +1 to attack and damage).

Neville finds the magebreed merchants on the north part of time, and he has about 18 mules for sale, along with a falcon. Looking over 13's line-of-credit letter the man gets a bright gleam in his eyes and says "Ye can have any two that ye might want there matie" (occ assuming Handle Animal would get you the 'best-of-the-lot' but it is not required /occ)

 

[taitzu52]

(OOC- Neville will take 20 if possible(the skill, not the mules), why not? Otherwise, please make the roll for me. Neville would also like to see if provisions (food, etc.) have been provided in any way in 13's letters.)

"Yes, these two look like fine beasts.", Neville says to the merchant. After inspecting the mules, and possible provissions, Neville turns to the man and says, "Say there, you seem the wily sort, not one to be duped. These charms, trinkets, and other chatchkys that are for sale in the market, do any of them work in the....well, you know."

Neville will take this opportunity to see if there IS anything else that they need.

 

[Bobitron]

Fury stands behind Neville. He has little interest in the bargaining over beasts of burden. Standing facing away from the conversation, he concentrates on the bystanders, watching carefully to see if anyone is paying undue attention to the party.

OOC: Fury rolls 1d20+6, getting [16,6] = (22)

 

[Karl Green]

Vathirond, Mol, Third Week of Therendor, morning

The merchant shrugs his shoulders "I wou'd'ent pruchase any, but iffin ye are heading to the Grey-Mist I would says maybe talk with a Half-Elf by da name Grismaul. He got a shop on the north part of the main market... he sells some Infused Tiles, but they be pricy"

Fury looks around and does not notice anyone paying any special attention to the pair, but people do stare at him (Fury is rather large after all). A couple of Hobgoblins look like they might want to test themselves again him also but move on...

 

[taitzu52]

"Grismaul, eh?", says Neville, "A capital idea. Thank you for your services, sir." Neville leads the mules back to the Endless Fury for safekeeping, and a presumed rendezvous. "Well," he says to Fury, "we may as well see what these tiles are all about, even if we need to inquire with the rest of the group for funds." Neville heads off to the north of the market to see what he can find.

(OCC-so...do we have food?!?)

 

[Bobitron]

"Well," he says to Fury, "we may as well see what these tiles are all about, even if we need to inquire with the rest of the group for funds." Neville heads off to the north of the market to see what he can find.

Fury nods in agreement. "I do not known what he speaks of, but it would be folly to ignore the advice."

 

[Keia]

Azreal (Half-Celestial) War-Mage Paladin

Azreal maintained a vigil, waiting on the return of the others. He hadn't traveled with them into town . . . no need to raise suspicions or eyebrows . . . or prices.

As such, Azreal eyed the area around where the others in the league had set up to await the return.