Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Campaign (ToEE) - Continued

[InVinoVeritas]

Ciaran breathes in the scent of the herbs deeply, a wistful smile on his lips. He stays silent, however, and lets Deren continue the conversation for now.

 

[Voadam]

Burn them all!

Sir Merrick looks over the shop wondering what an herbalist could have that would serve as a fire flask replacement. They might have healing potions or other potions such as a fire ball one, but then . . . Sir Merrick also looks over the shop as a potential witch haven allied with the Temple. His eye seeks out surreptitious symbols they saw inside that fell complex.

 

[Rhun]

"Good day, Mother Screng. We had been looking for some Alchemists Fire or Acid and was told that you probably had the closest thing we're looking for that could meet our needs."

"No acid! Yick. No use for that sort of thing for honest folk," replies Mother Screng, wagging a finger at Deren. "I do have four flasks of the alchemist's fire, though." She slowly limps her way to a cupboard to one side of the shop, and begins rummaging through the miscellany within, apparently looking for the flasks. "You aren't planning to be setting fire to our fair town here, are you?"

While Mother Screng searches for the items, Merrick looks about the shop. Although well stocked in herbs, unguents and other concoctions, the knight doesn't see any signs that would indicate that this place or its residents are allied with the Temple.

 

[Voadam]

"No acid! Yick. No use for that sort of thing for honest folk," replies Mother Screng, wagging a finger at Deren. "I do have four flasks of the alchemist's fire, though." She slowly limps her way to a cupboard to one side of the shop, and begins rummaging through the miscellany within, apparently looking for the flasks. "You aren't planning to be setting fire to our fair town here, are you?"

While Mother Screng searches for the items, Merrick looks about the shop. Although well stocked in herbs, unguents and other concoctions, the knight doesn't see any signs that would indicate that this place or its residents are allied with the Temple.

"No." the knight answers humorlessly.

Lacking evidence of evil doings Sir Merrick refrains from running the two crones through with his glaive but pulls out money to pay for the flasks.

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Let me have one.
Zirat says from behind
I have some experience with projectiles

 

[Dog Moon]

"No." the knight answers humorlessly.

Lacking evidence of evil doings Sir Merrick refrains from running the two crones through with his glaive but pulls out money to pay for the flasks.

"Definitely not," Deren says a moment after the knight. He pauses, realizing that he also answered the same question, then adds: "I don't think anyone's foolish enough to try to start an entire town on fire with only four flasks of the alchemists fire. Besides, I like living and don't think I could fend off every single one of your neighbors," he finishes with a wink.

 

[Rhun]

"Indeed, indeed," says the crone to Deren. "Nulb is a rough place, but not so bad once you get to know it. Believe it or not, there are some decent folk here." The old woman pulls four dusty, pottery flasks from the cupboard and sets them on the counter. "I knew these were here somewhere. The going rate is about twenty gold per flask, I believe...so your total is eighty pieces of gold."

 

[Voadam]

Sir Merrick pays her and says "Thank you goodwoman."

 

[Rhun]

"Good day, sirs," replies the woman. "And good luck with your burnings," she adds dryly.

 

[Dog Moon]

Deren grins at the old woman, letting out a slight chuckle, as they head out of her shop. "Is four going to be enough?" he wonders aloud, indirectly asking the others what they might think. He didn't, after all, have much experience in fighting spellcasters. Avoidance had always been his goal, not direct confrontration...