[Eberron] The Forgotten Forge

[Knight Otu]

"Maybe we can find Vincennes down there, though?"

 

[Ashy]

The shifter joins the group in the morning, looking dejected and miserable...

 

[MadMaxim]

OOC: Okay... We don't have enough money for that. I got 168 gp (that's with the advance, I have deducted the gold for our torches and all the other stuff) and I don't think we can make it, even if we put all the rest of our resources together... How else can we pay for it?

 

[Ashy]

OOC: Erp! Ya might want to talk to Rawhide about it...

 

[Old Fezziwig]

When Plonk awakens he looks around. He hugs Flawed. "I thought I'd never see you again!" He doesn't want to speak to Rawhide. He shows the party the wealth obtained from the Spider to split amongst them. "Lucky for the lot of you I got our money back from that Gob!"

OOC: I feel like a comic book editor posting this here, but perhaps this quote will jog your memory, righteous role-players! Excelsior! *cough* Er, hope this helps.

 

[Krug]

"Well we'll do without a guide. Fat lot of good they did, though the gob did us a service by ending up as the first victim for that rather nasty spider," says Plonk.

 

[Ashy]

Rawhide perks up enough to reply, "But dat man - him lied to us." His words fall flat, as if the shifter knows that it is so obvious that no one in the world would argue with the statement...

 

[Old Fezziwig]

OOC: Assumption #1 — you've all decided to go back down into the sewers and on through to roughly the place where you fought the spiders (assuming you can get there, which'll be determined by a series of Survival checks). Assumption #2 — the party sells the black pearl at a House Kundurak bank, netting 625 gp, from which they can easily pay the cost of the healing.

You descend back into the depths of the city through the same network of tunnels and warrens you travelled through before, far below the mazes of streets and skyways that cut through the upper levels of Sharn [Survival check]. From there, you weave your way towards Smallweed's Market and then into the sewers [Survival check]. Damp and dark, the sewers are as forboding as they were before, yet having your blood spilled there makes them more familiar, disturbingly intimate in a way [Survival check]. Somehow, the party navigates the maze-like sewers to bring themselves back to the junction where they struggled with the spider. A day later, the tunnel smells unbelievably foul, the air thick with the scent of death and the coppery odor of blood.

OOC: Happy Thanksgiving, all. Even if you don't celebrate, I hope that you have a fulfilling, safe, and enjoyable weekend. I know I will.

 

[Krug]

Happy Thanksgiving to all, even the barbaric shifter.

Plonk turns to the party. "See... we got here didn't we? Now where do we go? And oh the smell..."

 

[Knight Otu]

"Vincennes wanted to go straight ahead, Jobling to the left, the spider came from the right. According to what Lady Elaydren has said, I would expect our goal to be in an area not commonly traveled, but I don't know if that helps us here in any way."