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Message: <blockquote data-quote="arwink" data-source="post: 554939" data-attributes="member: 2292">Friday, August 18th, 518 AF, continued A quick meeting with Elmo solves the primary problems of weapons.  He directs the group to a small store-room beneath the Welcome Wench, a place where weapons were stored in the time of the Temple's strength.  There are numerous weapons to spare here, several of high quality.  Taranos is pleased to find a longsword perfectly sized and weighted for him, while a grumbling Warwind restocks with a human-made bow and quiver of arrows.After this, the group splits.  Taranos and Warwind return to their huts, seeking to do a few more repairs and eat a good meal before heading back to the Moathouse in the morning.  Taranos still looks haunted by his recent brush with the afterlife, and the hunger does little to help him recover.  After their meal, they head to the towns Apothacary, seeking to replace the potions their companions used or traded after death.  Inside the small store is a single, grim-featured dwarf and a ten year old girl.  The girl introduces herself as Renne and there is a breif exchange of gold for healing potions.  Warwind thinks to ask about how long replacement stock will take to arrive, thinking ahead to his return to the town.  Renne goes quiet in the wake of the question, then softly replies she doesn't know.  It's obvious something is up, but both vetrans are still shaken from their resurection and leave further inquieries for the time being.Durhon heads back to the Welcome Wench, planning on drinking away the remainder of the night.  The dragon's skull is sitting on a pole outside the tavern when he arrives, a good ten feet off the ground.  He looks up the eerily bare skull."I wanted a plaque," he growls at Ostler as he settles onto a barstool."And you'll get it," Ostler hurries to explain.  "We just need to cure the skull, air it a little to get rid of the smell.  The poles a temporary measure, something to grab people's interest before they see it in it's true glory above the bar.""Good," Durhon grunts."I do have one question, though..." Ostler ventures.  Durhon glares at him until a mug of ale is slid into his hands."What," he growls around the rim of the mug."What happened to the beasts teeth..."Yip is standing outside the workshop of the town leatherworker.  He's just had a long and involved conversation with the shops owner, explaining the concept and design of a bola while handing over the weights of the weapon Utreshimon destroyed.  Finally the gnome in charge seemed to understand his request, and assures the young kobold the weapon will be ready to pick up the following morning.Yip leans agianst the side of the building and surveys the town street.  He still feels out of place here, finds himself missing the presence of his own kind.  The elders of the church talked of this as a reward, but apart from the discovery of ale he's yet to find anything rewarding about the experience.  He hisses and curses in kobold.  He hears a sudden yelp of fear from the corner of the building.His trianing kicks in immediately.  Yip drops low and flings himself forward, performing a neat somersault and coming to his feet at the corner with shiruken in his hands.  There are a trio of wide-eyed children there, staring at the gleaming silver blades with open fear.Yip immediately makes a strangled yelp of embarresment and drops the weapons to the ground."No hurt," he yips quickly.  "No hurt.  Yip friend."The children still stare at him, the threatened assult of the previous day obviously lending doubt to the kobolds assertations."Here.  Yip have present," Yip says quickly.  He digs in his pouch and pulls forth a number of dragons teeth to offer to the children.  "Yip help.  Yip make bad dragon fall from the sky.  Yip help."Suddenly the fear is gone, and the three children are staring at the nine-inch dragon incors.  The boldest of them steps forward, reaching forward with a tentative hand to stroke the tooth."Have," Yip offers.  "Present.  Yip have lots for friends.  Presents."The three children look at their gifts in wonder, slowly pressing the strange creature with tales of the battle.  Yip shrugs and settles onto the dirt to tell the tale.  By the time he's finished, a small crowd of young humans and elves surrounds him, rubbing their hands over newly aquired dragons teeth and staring at the kobold with shining, admiring eyes.</blockquote>

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