Strahd's "RttToEE" CLOSED

Spugnoir's store

Leaving Llewellyn to call for Eldirion, the four of you make the way to Spugnoir's potion store, you pass along private homes, stores, stands and stalls, the merchants and store owners starts to load their goods and wares for everybody to see and people start to wonder the streets.
on a small stool outside the store you spot Haunor, the dwarf keeps and eye on the passers by and greet you when you approach, weird and exotic smells comes from the inside of the store as you stand outside, the store is lit by candles that seems to glow with magic and the light that comes from the street, on the left, shelves filled with empty elixirs, tonics, vials and bottles of all sorts, clay, wood, copper, tin, crystal, simple glass, hard glass, special leather, some tall and narrow, the others broad and small. On the right you see spices and other weird materials placed in braided baskets and glass containers, probably for the process of potion making.
A night-dark raven hangs on a small iron teeter-totter from the ceiling, next to the girl on the counter you spot a chubby murky-green toad, she looks at you with a weird and interesting look but say nothing, This is a simple toad so it's obvious she can't speak, but looking around the store you quite skeptic about that one.
A young girl sits behind a counter, she waves as you come in, thought quite intimidated with your weapons until she spots Haunor the waves to calm her.
She then turns with a smile.
Hello, my father isn't here, but I can help you.

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For those of you who don't look in the ooc thread I remind that I will be away in Thailand for the next two weeks, so wait up, good game so far, no battles but I enjoy the RP, so keep it up.
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Miltiades smiles benignly at the girl "Greetings, may peace be upon you child. I am Miltiades, a priest of the Church of Rao, one of the gods of good. I understand your father is the wizard Spugnoir. I am new to the town and was hoping to speak with him but heard he has been out wandering for a few days as is his wont. I too am planning some expeditions into various parts of the countryside and thought I might keep an eye out for him as I go. Could you tell me where he went to and what he looks like?"
 

"Indeed, young one," adds Korbryn, trying to soften his gruff voice so as not to frighten the child. "We require yer father's aid, but me new friend Haunor says he's not been about for some time." Switcing his shiny steel helmet from the crook of one arm to the other, Korbryn smiles at the girl, hoping his mangled visage doesn't frighten her over much.
 

The Kid keeps watch over the items in the store, barely resisting the urge to pluck out various things and play with them. He occasionally makes playful gestures at the toad and raven, trying to illicit some sort of response. However, he leaves the talking to others and contents himself to poke and proud at the interesting diversions.
 

Spugnoir's store

The raven just hangs and watch the kid playing gestures and do nothing, the toad stares at you with big eyes.
Waaabit, SStupid human
The toad calls, jump behind the counter and disappear.
The little girl giggles and return her attention to Korbryn and Miltiades.
My father is tall, and I love is rounded nose, his eyes are blue like mine and gray hair cover his head. He wore gray robes when he left a couple of days ago, he loves to pick up the bog's flora that grow not far from here. I quite worry, can you find him?
 


As the conversation with the young girl continues, a sudden set of squawks are heard as a second raven flies into the shop and flitters down on the other end of the teeter-totter. The two ravens begin squawking at each other, when suddenly the door to the shop springs open and a young elf rushes into the store. The door slams behind him and the elf drops his hands to his knees bent over and begins heaving long, strained breaths in an attempt to get oxygen into his lungs.

The elf wears long purple flowing robes, his extremely long blond hair looks disheveled and wind-blown, and with each wheeze his eyes water and a small groan of pain leaks out.

"I uh... HEHHH HUHHH... I... HEHHH HUHHH... caught... HEHHH HUHHH... up... HEHHH HUHHH... with you. Thank... HEHHH HUHHH... the gods."

He stands back upright, then notices for the first time the entire group staring at him. A few more gasps of air, and finally he is able to give a sheepish grin of embarrassment.

"Um... hehh huhhh... uh... heh huhh... hi!"
 

A dwarf in ornate, polished full plate regards the elf with stern eyes. His hair too, is long and blonde, as is his matching beard, but worn braided with fine silver chain. His face is badly scarred across the left side, and his voice sounds like the grating of gravel as he speaks.

"Sounds like yer out of shape, elf."
 

A wiry youthful-looking human dressed in unremarkable clothes pokes his head around a collection of odd vials and such. Though his attention is on the commotion, his left hand is idly spinning a small knife round his knuckles.

"What's this then? He's not one of the ten people we're looking for, is he?"
 

Miltiades inquisitor of Rao

The lean olives-kinned man in vestments of Rao resonds to the Kid before turning to the newcomer and offering a blessing "From the young maid's description this is not master Spugnoir, no. Greetings sir, may peace be upon you this day."
 

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