Mega-Adventure Prelude--Tenebrynn's Revel

[Patlin]

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(OOC: I thought you did know that and that's why you had Tor ask )

Nope, just hoping to get lucky. I figured there *might* be a crafter, and there might even be someone with such a wand who wants to sell it.[/sblock]

 

[Knight Otu]

Juliana sighs and nods, somewhat disapointed, before she gathers herself back to a more confident, soldier like stance. "If you ever need any weapons, let me know. I craft mundane weapons that you can trust." she offers to Ashnar, before she excuses herself to look around again.

"I shall keep that in mind, Juliana." Ashnar replies.

As she hears that Tor is interested in a wand, she comes up to him and offers "I'm capable of crafting wands, Tor. I will need to acquire the spell, but I believe Tenebrynn has it, so that should be no problem. I'm afraid though that the cost may approach your spending limits. I'll need materials worth about 375 gold pieces, and I'm afraid I must ask for a charge for the imbued essence, which I estimate will be about 150 gold. That would be approximately 525 gold."

(CL 1, of course; 5 gp for 1 XP as per the spellcasting fees)

 

[Patlin]

Tor smiles.

"That's great! Aproaching my spending limits is no problem... it's exceeding them that's the big deal. I can afford 525 gp, with enough left over to stay at an inn or buy basic supplies should my adventures require it."

 

[Dungannon]

Babette takes Devlins offered greeting with a smile. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Magruder, I'm sure. And there's not much of a story to be told, really, unless you want to hear about us trudging through the sewers."

Devlin chuckles lightly at her words. "Well, I've never experienced sewers, but I imagine it can't be much worse than creeping through an abandoned mine full of mechanical bugs."

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room a stoic figure enters, dropping the cowl of his cloak to reveal the distintive features of a half-elf.

ooc: Lucien Rayes has entered the building

 

[Knight Otu]

"Good." Ashnar smiles. "I'll talk to Tenebrynn later - I don't think he wants to be disturbed right now - but I'm sure I can get the spell and start on the wand soon." she continues.

 

[Azmodaen]

Ashmodai - Maenad Lvl 1 Wilder

Ash Grins and then frowns at Lokin's words "Well if adventuring is really that bad.... I'm glad I didn't join the Army!" Ash chuckles to himself, at his attempt at a joke.

Embarrassed he takes another sip of the wine, and looks around for more finger food.

 

[InVinoVeritas]

Hasin overhears Quozan- though he doesn't know the words being spoken, he recognizes the rythem and a few kew phrases HO HO! I know that accent! By the burning sands a fellow southerner!So, what brings an Elven dervish this far from the sands?

Quozen beams and bows towards the dwarf. "Good day, you are a welcome shade. It is good to meet someone from the sands, as well. Here, drink from my skin! Er, glass... er--"

He looks at Hasin's champagne flute, his own, and at all the liquids flowing everywhere.

"The phrase would mean so little here, it seems."

He shakes his head and continues. "I am Quozen Ilphukiir, of the Monastic Order of the Nightingale, and I am here to see the ocean. Are you perhaps from the Bruinthor Mountains? Also, please, let me introduce my companion, Jace, fellow wanderer and explorer. He is a true gentleman in these lands, and filled with wisdom of the area."

 

[ajanders]

"Sir Tenebrynn? Michael Grannion, Commander of Sela."
He clicks his heels together and bows, precisely.
"Many thanks for your gracious hospitality."

And that was all courtesy requires. Michael thinks to himself, and heads for Vanitri's camp, quietly torturing a perfectly innocent piece of music with his attempts to whistle it.

 

[Lot]

Ash Grins and then frowns at Lokin's words "Well if adventuring is really that bad.... I'm glad I didn't join the Army!" Ash chuckles to himself, at his attempt at a joke.

Embarrassed he takes another sip of the wine, and looks around for more finger food.

Lokin grins.

"Well, adventuring will lead to your end just as quickly as making war. You'll just die richer and probably more interestingly. Still, I like the lifestyle, despite my complaints. Being a soldier was most of the danger of adventuring with very little of the benefits. My first combat ever, I was fourteen years old. I was standing in a row of men armed with sharpened wooden sticks hoping not to get run down by an armored horse. It was a mercenary band recruitng local farmers to be a diversion against the enemy cavalry. Fodder, plain and simple. Even when I had learned a few things and gotten actual weapons and armor, every fight was just an extension of that first one. Just trying to stay alive as people ranked above me decided how expendable I was. Even with complaints, my life has improved amazingly since I started this line of work."

He grabs another drink from a waiter passing by, sipping the beverage.

"I've never eaten better, had nice things, or met more interesting people since I left that mercenary band. I just like to warn idealists like yourself about the realities of this type of work. I'm still pretty new to it, so it wasn't long ago I thought it was going to be all glory and riches. My first experience almost bleeding out from an orcish axe wound or dealing with the rare pleasure of centipede venom quickly taught me an important lesson."

Lokin pauses, then smiles.

"Sorry to have gone off like that. You should talk to some of these other, 'real' adventurers. They have amazing powers and abilities. I'm just a farmer's son who decided to pick up a sword instead of a pitchfork."

 

[ethandrul]

Hasin and Droogle exchange a nervous glance at the mention of the Bruinthor MountainsNo, I do not hail from those halls. The moles can keep their dirt digging ways, I have lived my life under the sun- enduring her blessed heat. My father was a noble warrior who protected the tent village of Al' Azaar. One day I will have my revenge on the "Desert Wings" who ordered him to be killed. Hasin absently plays with a dessicated dwarven finger that he wears around his neck-I have come north to get my father reincarnated. and to see my cousin Droogle. A better dirt digger has never been called a dwarf.

I am familiar with the Nightengales! When I was a boy a pair came through our town and healed my older brother against my fathers wishes. The sun was taking him and the healing turned my father from her favor. She gets hungrey you know! But, I do not hold you or your order responsible.

Jace, It is good to meet you, though I am suprised to see so many fancy elf types in one place! and here I thought you all lived with squirrels and ate nuts up here. It seems many of the views are unpopular here, Heh- these people sing the praises of the GODS BE DAMNED ORCS! will wonders never cease my friends?