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Message: <blockquote data-quote="hippocrachus" data-source="post: 2868703" data-attributes="member: 14148">~ Day VIII ~Hildor returns to Syrriel in the morning and agrees to help her for one silver piece a day (he gets the feeling that trying to haggle for a better price would probably only make it worse). His first task is to inform his companions that the items they left with her have been identified.Nae'talis, busy with other things still, doesn't answer when Hildor goes to him with the news. Hrolf does, and returns with the elf to the bard's now well-organized shop (or what must be the beginnings of one). Syrriel informs the two that the ring set with a gray onyx stone is a ring of protection granting the wearer a very small magical deflection. The large wooden shield is enchanted to allow its wielder a similar power. The set of bracers are enchanted with a minor power that grants their wearer an invisible but tangible field of force. Both must be worn for the ability to take affect. The wand is a wand of magic missiles. It is of the lowest caster level, has 32 charges left, and is activated only after its user has said the command word: Gluhchux. The total cost to the party for Syrriel's services is 440 gold.Dowkan spends his day continuing to help the Tyrrans rebuild the temple.At about midday, Nae'talis completes the ritual to summon his familiar. A raven.~ Day XV ~A full week goes by before the first merchant caravan arrives at Silverdown. With it comes the few remaining things needed to make the town whole again, excluding a non-militaristic population.The Temple of Tyr has been completed and is now holding mass every morning. Sunder's smithy, after providing the workers in Silverdown with everything they needed in the ways of metal-work, is now producing inexpensive arms and armor. Syrriel, when she isn't seen directing Silverdown's reconstruction, spends her time gathering magical odds and ends from those willing to part with them and now runs a modest magic shop in her spare time. Harad watches over it when she is too busy to. The Balanced Scale inn is now a decent sized inn, complete with feathered mattresses and burly patrons!Hrolf has spent his time helping the clergy at the temple along with Dowkan when he isn't working the forges at Sunder's smithy called Sunder's Smithy. Sunder isn't a very creative dwarf, despite his handiness with a hammer.Hildor has spent the week running errands for Syrriel, and for the past two days, he's gotten the feeling that he's being watched.Nae'talis has been spending his time training his familiar and studying his spellbook and anything he's managed to purchase from Syrriel's magic shop named The Surreal Harpist's. A wood carved sign that resembles the store's owner playing a small harp hangs above the front entrance.~ Hrolf ~"Father Braggi would like to speak with you, Brother," a cleric with a slightly graying beard says to the meditating Hrolf. The silence in the temple, still a few hours before mass, rushes past with the cleric's echoing words chasing.~ Nae'talis ~Nae'talis wakes a few hours after sunrise and a few hours before that damnable morning congregation at the Temple of Tyr with his raven familiar flapping its wings earnestly from his bedroom window's sill.A knock comes on the door.~ Dowkan ~"Yer sausage fingers're better suited fer an axe than a hammer!" Sunder barks at Dowkan's back while the younger dwarf attempts his first blade and puts a blunt bend in its middle for Sunder's reproving interruption. "Look at ye! Ye got the concentration of a gnome with a new toy!"Just as Dowkan turns his head to blame the mistake on the gruff old fool, he spots a Tyrran lieutenant standing behind the front display case that acts as a counter. He pointedly looks at Dowkan to get his attention.~ Hildor ~The last few days working for Syrriel have been anything but difficult. Mostly, she just wanted him to deliver messages and the like to the few remaining people that actually obeyed her orders.Syrriel seems a nice person; when she isn't in one of her moods. She also had a lot of knowledge about an organization Hildor might be interested in joining. The Harpers. She always seemed eager to talk about them with Hildor; and if he didn't know any better, she was one. She didn't seem to want to tell him that she was, like she was trying to keep it a secret.The area around Hildor seems quiet. Too quiet, even this early in the morning. As Hildor's pace slows to a cautious crawl, the ground beneath his feet begins to shake. Just in time, Hildor jumps to the side as a large mass of stone and dirt emerges from the earth where he stood seconds before.~ Initiative ~Hildor - 17Medium Earth Elemental - 17</blockquote>

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