The Forgotten Forge

DarkMaster said:
OOC Don't forget the 100 gp cash advance that the group received.

OOC: What cash advance? I don't recall us getting a cash advance. There is nothing in the thread about it, unless I'm just missing it.
 

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'Sire Pohl, do you know the way to the healings house? I know not this area very well.'

'SIRE Pohl? Heh heh... please Zane... I know I can be a bit full of myself at times, but even I do not consider myself on par with the King of Breland himself. Heh heh. Let's get away from the formalities, shall we? We've spilt blood together... ours and others... we need not waste our time with Lord this and Lady that and Sir this etcetera etcetera.'

He gives the young mage a weary grin.

'But to answer your question... I'm pretty sure I know the way to the nearest Healer's Guild. Let me just get my bearings for a moment.'

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((Knowledge - Local +6))

If Pohl remembers where to go, he leads the group to the nearest Jorasco Healer's Guild. If he cannot, he'll return to the Broken Anvil and ask for directions from the bartender there.
 

Pohl (roll knowledge local 19+6) remembers about a certain Master Healer Tellarr, an old halfling working for Jorasco who live a tower or two away from the Broken Anvil. The old halfling don't usually accept commoner in his private house, but make exception for adventurer. He always dreamed of being an adventurer and always enjoy being told great story while helping them. He is one of the best healer in Sharn and is usually cheap when you spend a bit of time talking about your adventuring life.
 

After a few seconds of remembering which tower they are in and at what level, it suddenly comes to him.

'Ah yes! Tellarr! A good old chap! Devout Jorasco member, through and through! He doesn't usually just heal people off the street, but he has a soft spot for folks like us... we who've taken the adventuring life. I'm sure he will help us all, so long as we entreat him with stories of our escapades while he works. Come! This way!'

Pohl turns to the left then leads the group forward once more... heading for another staircase up a few levels, then across a bridge, then up a few more levels, then across another bridge to the right tower.
 

Tai leans more heavily on the shaft of her spear as they continue to walk up more stairs, but keeps quiet. She's lost a lot of blood, and the wound in her side is excruciating, but she's alive and on her feet, and that will be enough until they see this Tellarr and Grechen can be brought back around again.

"So, Master D'Velderan," she says, "tell us more about this part of Sharn and what we might find here. It would be good to get to know the city, other than the sewers of course." She asks partly out of a genuine desire to learn, but also knowing that as long as Pohl is talking they will have something to focus their minds on other than their wounds.
 

'Sharn eh? Ah! A good old bird is Sharn! Lived here my whole life! As long as you live here, you can never want for anything. Everything you could ever ask for is here. Sure Korranberg has their library, and Arcanix has that wizard's college of Zane's, and Thrane has that talking fireball... but Sharn has a little bit of everything!

Like right over there! See that awning? Inside that building houses a master craftsman who paints bird's eggs. Can you believe it? You need an pretty egg to put on your dining room table or something... go right there! The elven woman inside will paint you the best darned bird's egg you'll ever see! Bought one for Mother for her birthday a couple years ago.'


Pohl continues to relay stories of the area while he brings the group to Tellarr's abode.
 

Zanick 'Zane' Marcela, human wizard

Zane remains silently at the back of the group, watching both Pohl and Tai to make sure that they can make it... each time Tai looks ready to fall or leans on her spear and each time Pohl grunts or huffs in effort, he almost flinches I have not known these two for very long, but I already consider them my friends... whomever these warforge worked for, they are savages
 

The group following Pohl, finally arrives in front of a large well carved stone door. The door bears a small but visible symbol of House Jorasco. The carving on and around the door displays scenes of halfling history in Sharn and scene depicting the story of various halfling adventurer. Pohl uses the small piece of metal on the large front door and knocks. A minute later a middled aged halfling lady opens the door slightly enough to see you.

(OOC None of you ever met Master Tellar)

You can see her eyes carefully examining you. She then whispers, "Who are you, and what do you want ?

With the shadow of the door it's difficult to see her features well.
 

Tai nod deferentially to the halfling woman.

"We are looking for Master Healer Tellarr. We have been..." Tai pauses to catch her breath, remembering Pohl's advice about Tellarr's 'soft spot' for adventurers. "We have been wounded in battle while searching for an artifact of great historical significance, and are in need of Master Tellarr's skills before we can continue our quest in the very bowels of Sharn itself."

It's not a lie, Tai tells herself as she speaks. It's just an overly descriptive way to relate the truth. Still, she can't help but feel a pang of guilt over how many times she's had to justify her own words to herself in the past 24 hours.
 
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Pohl nods at Tai's very apt and hopefully successful description of their situation and tries his best to help convince the halfling woman of their need.

'Any assistance Master Tellarr could render unto us would be most grateful, and we do have the coin necessary to pay him for his services. Might he be home?'
 

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