Malvoisin's Savage Tide, Act 1 - There Is No Honor

[stonegod]

Col grunts goodbye to his companions, and makes his way on his way to pursue his own ends. The first order of business was the purchase of some scrolls; without the mysterious Damash along with them, Col wanted to be prepared for the worst---just in case. He was no expert at the healing arts, but only a little training was required to heal small scrapes. The old man regretted that he could not afford to actually copy the scrolls for permanent use, but such was the way of Our Lady of Fate. While he is at it, he tries to have the two potions of Vark's identified

For the rest of the day, Col spend trying to track down any scrolls, steles, or tomes that had any scrap of knowledge on the Castle vaults. He wanted to be prepared. He made sure to impress upon Kalen that some 'yak-yak'n' may also turn up something that would help.

OOC: Purchase two scrolls of cure light for 50 gp, see if he can afford some one to ID the potion (not w/ the spell, but non-magically), and try some research via his knowledge skills to see he can pick up anything that may help them.

 

[GwydapLlew]

Chongo would make his way to the taxidermist that Col pointed out and try to offload the rhagodessa on him. If a deal is struck, he'll mosey over the Arena and discuss membership in the horns - and offer the rhagodessa corpse as a gift to the Arena.

 

[Rhun]

Anar smiles at Bael. "Of course you are most welcome to come along, my friend. First thing, is I'm going to find a bathhouse. I stink of foul spider-poney."



OOC: After getting a bath and cleaning his armor/clothing, Anar will look for someplace that he can purchase a Potion of Cure Light Wounds.

 

[Malvoisin]

Downtime:

After parting company, Anar stops off at Featherwhisper's, and relaxes in the steam for a good while. He eagerly relishes the warmth as he feels the gore and grime ease away, along with his aches. Bael, with nothing else to do, accompanies his new companion, and proves to be affable enough company. Once thoroughly cleaned and relaxed, the pair stop off at the Alchemist's Guildhall, where Anar purchases a Potion of Cure Light Wounds. (Anar spends 50 gp).

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Col begins his afternoon with a trip to Orimander's Emporium of the Soul, where he purchases two scrolls of Cure Light Wounds (Col spends 50 gp). After completing that transaction, he takes a walk to the Noble District, where he pops in to inquire of Blenak at Blenak's Bazaar about the potions he carries. Blenak is in a surprisingly good mood, and offers to identify the vials for only 10 gold. (Col spends 10 gp). After a few moments of sniffing, shaking, and a small taste, Blenak pronounces the potions as draughts which will make even the poorest swimmer as fleet as a fish in the water (Elixirs of Swimming). Col spends the rest of the day learning what he can about the noble vaults below Sasserine. By nightfall, the archivist has learned a little, but not much. The vaults are all located below Castle Teraknian in the Sasserine Harbor. Each individual family's vault is different, with some being rather simple, while others are extensive and extremely well guarded. Details about specific traps and guardians are scarce, for obvious reasons.

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Chongo convinces Keoni to help him lug the dead rhagodessa to the Taxidermist's Guildhall in the Sunrise District. Once there, the Olman negotiates with the taxidermist, and learns that it will cost 75 gold pieces to stuff the creature, and that it will take at least two weeks, due to previous committments already in progress. (I'll leave it you, Gwydap, whether Chongo commissions the taxidermy or not). From there, Chongo heads to the Champion's District, for an audience with Zasker Grankus. Zasker seems a bit skeptical of the savage's claim of having helped slay such an unusual creature, but his interest is certainly piqued. He offers Chongo the opportunity to join as a junior member of Zelkarune's Horns for the usual 10 gold pieces, and invites him to sign up for a gladiatorial contest later in the week.

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hafrogman and Voadam, feel free to yet indicate if you want Keoni or Kalen to do anything specific. The next post will come out later tonight, or early tomorrow morning.

 

[Rhun]

Anar's spirits are much lifted by his visit to Featherwhisper's. His body feels one hundred percent better, and he smells and looks clean. He proves an amiable companion to Bael, being excellent at both talking and listening. Although the potion sets him back a fair bit of gold, Anar figures it to be worth the cost...after all, who knows what type of crypt guardian the group will be forced to face in the morning.

 

[Legildur]

Bael mulls over his wine as he and Anar sit in parallel baths and discuss events to date, women, and what the guardian may be. "You know, a paranoid man might wonder that Lavinia would seek to do away with you all and thereby avoid paying the reward," Bael says as he savours the taste of the wine. "But she doesn't strike me as the type," he adds with a smile. Bael doesn't raise the topic again.

 

[Rhun]

During the conversation in the bath's, Anar finds himself in agreement with Bael. "It is a distinct possibilty. Rumors abound in this city concerning the gold that nobles have not parted with to get to where they are today." He polishes off his goblet of wine as he thinks about this. "I haven't survived this long by not being cautious, though. I'll be sure to keep my eyes and ears open. I advise you to do the same, my friend. Of course, Lady Lavinia is quite lovely, eh?" The rogue gives Bael a wink and a smile. "Let's hope she is trustworthy as well."

 

[Legildur]

".... I'll be sure to keep my eyes and ears open. I advise you to do the same, my friend. Of course, Lady Lavinia is quite lovely, eh?" The rogue gives Bael a wink and a smile. "Let's hope she is trustworthy as well."

"No fear there!" replies Bael. Then he sighs. "Yes, quite lovely, and beyond reach for the likes of us," he adds. "Still, I do wonder why she needs the like of us for the guardian when she has her own crew to do her work."

 

[Rhun]

"Perhaps she is simply smitten by my many charms," answers Anar, smiling widely.

 

[Legildur]

"Perhaps she is simply smitten by my many charms," answers Anar, smiling widely.

"No doubt!" Bael laughs and drinks further as they continue to discuss the charms and otherwise of some of the local girls.