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THE HIDDEN: BEYOND NEW WATER
12 NEW TEAM ENTERS THE HIDDEN
SEGMENT 194
”DRINKS, SEX AND WILD TIMES”
04/15/18
BARRAKAS 13, 1000 EVENING IN YRLAG
Dan the barbarian sets up a room for Payback. It is directly next to his. The orc stays back as he goes to sell the Mask and strange shirt Gern wore.
He goes to the Museum first. He feels they may have the most money available and willing to buy goods found in the Hidden. The curator, Jassa, is here looking into damage done by thieves the night prior.
“The thieving bastards came in through three separate areas. One stole a Crystal rod. The others were driven away by our security. Orrrrrgh…. It angers me so.” Growls the woman dressed in scarves and a light silk robe of stars and star groupings. “How can I help you?”
“I heard you buy goods found in the Hidden. I have these two I hope to sell. I got them within the place.” The barbarian pulls the shirt and mask out of the pack he was carrying.
Jassa barely even notices the gambeson shirt. The Mask is not of The Hidden but it still interests her. “Where did you find this?” she asks while looking at the outer face of it.
“Underground. In tunnels.”
“It is not of Xoriat or The Hidden. Do you know what it does? Or is it strictly ceremonial?” As she checks it out she finds a drop of dried blood on the chin of the mask. She flicks and scraps it off with her thumb nail.
“I do not know. Found with wearer…. Deceased.”
She flips it over to look at the interior side of the mask. More blood at the nose and mouth area. Damned barbaric adventurer she thinks to herself. “May I?” she asks weighing it before her face, readied to place it on.
“Yes.” Says the barbarian hoping it doesn’t meld with her or disfigure her skin with yellow and brown.
She places it on and feels nothing. She looks at a few magical items she has on display but nothing. Then she feels a slight headache from the center of her brain. It grows then explodes. She doesn’t call out or scream but she does shudder and become unsteady for a moment. Dan watches her, ready to catch her if she falls. Then she straightens out and speaks in a confused mix of languages. The Crystal Mask of Languages has fed her the knowledge of five languages. Draconic which she only knew a few words of before, Elven and Goblin, some orc and sadly Xoriat which she already knew well enough.
But draconic…… “I will buy if the price is right.” She pulls the mask from her face and smiles warmly at the warrior.
“ah…. 3500.”
“Gold?”
“Yes.”
“I have repairs to do here. The thieves did much damage.” She looks at the front of the slightly golden with silvery sheen mask again. Draconic. “I can do 3100.”
“Very well” says the barbarian.
It takes a moment for her to collect the gold and silver to equal 3100. During this time he looks around some. There is a small bowl of the glass beads. The sign says something he can not read (he is a barbarian after all) and a few non weapon items.
She returns with a good sized bag of coin and places it on the counter with a prolonged rattle and shift of metal coins settling. “Do you want to buy the shirt?”
“No good sir. And that is not a shirt as you put it. It is a weave of strong silk that makes for light armor. I however , do not generally buy armor.” She says politely enough but with a tone suggesting it is time for him to leave. And he does.
He leaves the Museum and heads to the one area that sells armor. Maybe they will buy it. As he goes he walks by docks loaded with crates and barrels. From a dark space between, a small gloved hand grasps a corner. “Tinkle Twinkle Dee- How much gold have thee?”
Nice lady thinks the barbarian. I should try to find who broke into her place for her. [DM NOTE: Azzime was one- he took a Crystal Key Rod ] He has to stop as a bunch of ½ orc and goblin children run before him playing “Kill the Ogre”. He watches as the innocent children scurry off declaring that each has the other where they want him. He smiles. In his village it was “Kill the Hill Giant” same idea.
Feeling exposed with his new money, he diverts from the arms idea and goes to the sad settlement referred to as The Kundarak Bank. It looks much like any other building but better kept. However, compared to the average House Kundarak bank it is a ruin. This branch doesn’t even contain the magical vaults that connect bank to bank.
Going in, he spots several dwarves dressed in gleaming golden armor with perfect looking war hammers and sledges. Another dwarf with glasses stands at a counter. “I would like to open an account.” States the barbarian.
“Saving or General?” says the bored and business like dwarf.
“Difference?”
“Saving gains interest and is protected under Kundarak from theft. General is not guaranteed nor is there interest. Either way, there is a 1% processing and holding fee for all monies and appraisals from our staff for non-monatary items like art, pottery and wonderous items of importance.”
“Oh. General.”
“How much?”
“3100 Gold in mixed coin.”
A bushy large eye brow raises sharply and the cold calculating eye under it twitches. “Very well- Akkudos!” A young dwarf hurries over and stands at attention. “Count and verify”
The young dwarf hefts the bag up and brings it to a small table. He begins to count and stack the coins in full view of Dan whom watches intently. Stacks of ten are made of gold and silver and after twenty minutes finishes and recounts a third time.
He hurries over to the senior member and stands erect once more then reports. “3050 Gold from the five nations and 500 silver from the five nations. 3100 gold total. “
“Agreed?” asks the senior member to Dan. Dan nods and agrees. The young dwarf slides the coins into trays that are more manageable than the sack and begins to take them to the back.
“As agreed…. 1% is required for the services rendered”
Dan looks at him blankly.
“31 Gold”
Dan pulls out his gold pouch and finds 30 gold. He then reaches for the pouch he places his silver in and finds an empty space. “My silver……..”
The brow raises and an eye twitches violently. “Do you not have the money?”
Dan angry and perplexed pulls out his copper and hopes he has that much. He does…..barely. Akkudos verifies it for the two of them.
Dan, now staring at all shadows intently, moves towards the armories. He does sell the cloth armor at his last shop. Most of the shop keepers did not wish to buy cloth armor as it would degrade in the swamp very quickly.
He brings his money to the bank again. Akkudos verifies it and he has to use enough money from the cloth sales to pay his service fees and have some spending money on him. He wants to drink tonight and show Payback a good time. There are two more brow and eye twitches before he finally leaves.
Another group goblin children race by him but he holds his hands to his pouches as a precaution. Before reaches Grotto’s Place he meets up with Payback. Whenever goblin children run towards them the large orc growls and makes like he is going for his weapon and they eep and run away. Dan checks his coin pouches. Intact each time. Nearby, a goblin with black gloves spits out a quiet curse and settles back into the shadows.
It is late now and Grotto’s Place is busy. The goblin barkeeper, Weirdwage, is making many mixed drinks using his alchemy skills and his spirits knowledge. Gretta, Dana, Celeste, Jassae, Zenith and Assorta are working the tables. Jorge and his chicken familiar are cooking steaks and wrapped hot swamp pig and pepper sandwiches. Grotto watches it all with his arms crossed and smoking his cigar from the Valenar plantations. It is loud and rowdy but under control.
Dana, a bar wench with “missing” buttons on her blouse spends extra time around Dan and Payback’s table.
Dan, laughing at something he didn’t understand but laughs anyway, looks to her intently then to the orc. “Did you have healing done for your eye? It looks much better. And I like the eye patch.”
Payback did have a minor healing spell done to stop the oozing of his eye and bought an eye patch made of leather. Sewed into it is strange lettering of orcish design. Aye! Aye I did. The flies and maggots are a turn off to the ladies.” He laughs.
A half-elf woman wearing a medallion of Dol Arrah looks at Dan and smiles. The gleam in her eye and slight curl of her lips promise many possibilities. This is a good day. It may be a better night.
Within two hours, Dan has the half-elf sitting on his lap laughing and unsteady. Payback also has a woman hovering around him. Dana, one of the wenches here, has taken a liking to him.
Dan and Xena go to his room for the night. The orc and waitress remain below. Drinking and working.
It was a very good night for Dan whom begins to doze off with the half-elf in his arms. Suddenly there is a scream and a roar at his head. No- not at his head but behind the wall where his head rests. A woman, presumably Dana calls out. Payback snarls out “I’ll all orc!” and the sounds are obvious. A picture falls off the wall in Dan’s room and the water shifts and nearly spills on the nightstand. More snarls and sounds between ecstasy and pain come from the room. A crashing sound of a bed breaking and mix of laughter and happiness come. Followed by Grotto pounding on the door for them to be quiet.
At first angry and embarrassed, Dan begins to shift to get up but Xena awakens, snickers and kisses him. He will hurry up and quiet them…. Later…. In the morning.
BARRAKAS 17, 1000
After rest, the bar maiden, Dana, returns to Payback’s bed. Loud but not destructive, they enjoy each other’s company.
Dan also meets up Xena again. She is more aggressive this time. Perhaps stirred on by Payback and Dana…. Perhaps just more alcohol is in her system.
BARRAKAS 18, 1000 EVENING IN YRLAG
Dan looks at his spending money. “We need to find more money.”
“That reminds me….. Grotto wants money for the bed.” Adds the Orc.
Dan regrets inviting the orc to stay here with him paying.
12 NEW TEAM ENTERS THE HIDDEN
SEGMENT 194
”DRINKS, SEX AND WILD TIMES”
04/15/18
BARRAKAS 13, 1000 EVENING IN YRLAG
Dan the barbarian sets up a room for Payback. It is directly next to his. The orc stays back as he goes to sell the Mask and strange shirt Gern wore.
He goes to the Museum first. He feels they may have the most money available and willing to buy goods found in the Hidden. The curator, Jassa, is here looking into damage done by thieves the night prior.
“The thieving bastards came in through three separate areas. One stole a Crystal rod. The others were driven away by our security. Orrrrrgh…. It angers me so.” Growls the woman dressed in scarves and a light silk robe of stars and star groupings. “How can I help you?”
“I heard you buy goods found in the Hidden. I have these two I hope to sell. I got them within the place.” The barbarian pulls the shirt and mask out of the pack he was carrying.
Jassa barely even notices the gambeson shirt. The Mask is not of The Hidden but it still interests her. “Where did you find this?” she asks while looking at the outer face of it.
“Underground. In tunnels.”
“It is not of Xoriat or The Hidden. Do you know what it does? Or is it strictly ceremonial?” As she checks it out she finds a drop of dried blood on the chin of the mask. She flicks and scraps it off with her thumb nail.
“I do not know. Found with wearer…. Deceased.”
She flips it over to look at the interior side of the mask. More blood at the nose and mouth area. Damned barbaric adventurer she thinks to herself. “May I?” she asks weighing it before her face, readied to place it on.
“Yes.” Says the barbarian hoping it doesn’t meld with her or disfigure her skin with yellow and brown.
She places it on and feels nothing. She looks at a few magical items she has on display but nothing. Then she feels a slight headache from the center of her brain. It grows then explodes. She doesn’t call out or scream but she does shudder and become unsteady for a moment. Dan watches her, ready to catch her if she falls. Then she straightens out and speaks in a confused mix of languages. The Crystal Mask of Languages has fed her the knowledge of five languages. Draconic which she only knew a few words of before, Elven and Goblin, some orc and sadly Xoriat which she already knew well enough.
But draconic…… “I will buy if the price is right.” She pulls the mask from her face and smiles warmly at the warrior.
“ah…. 3500.”
“Gold?”
“Yes.”
“I have repairs to do here. The thieves did much damage.” She looks at the front of the slightly golden with silvery sheen mask again. Draconic. “I can do 3100.”
“Very well” says the barbarian.
It takes a moment for her to collect the gold and silver to equal 3100. During this time he looks around some. There is a small bowl of the glass beads. The sign says something he can not read (he is a barbarian after all) and a few non weapon items.
She returns with a good sized bag of coin and places it on the counter with a prolonged rattle and shift of metal coins settling. “Do you want to buy the shirt?”
“No good sir. And that is not a shirt as you put it. It is a weave of strong silk that makes for light armor. I however , do not generally buy armor.” She says politely enough but with a tone suggesting it is time for him to leave. And he does.
He leaves the Museum and heads to the one area that sells armor. Maybe they will buy it. As he goes he walks by docks loaded with crates and barrels. From a dark space between, a small gloved hand grasps a corner. “Tinkle Twinkle Dee- How much gold have thee?”
Nice lady thinks the barbarian. I should try to find who broke into her place for her. [DM NOTE: Azzime was one- he took a Crystal Key Rod ] He has to stop as a bunch of ½ orc and goblin children run before him playing “Kill the Ogre”. He watches as the innocent children scurry off declaring that each has the other where they want him. He smiles. In his village it was “Kill the Hill Giant” same idea.
Feeling exposed with his new money, he diverts from the arms idea and goes to the sad settlement referred to as The Kundarak Bank. It looks much like any other building but better kept. However, compared to the average House Kundarak bank it is a ruin. This branch doesn’t even contain the magical vaults that connect bank to bank.
Going in, he spots several dwarves dressed in gleaming golden armor with perfect looking war hammers and sledges. Another dwarf with glasses stands at a counter. “I would like to open an account.” States the barbarian.
“Saving or General?” says the bored and business like dwarf.
“Difference?”
“Saving gains interest and is protected under Kundarak from theft. General is not guaranteed nor is there interest. Either way, there is a 1% processing and holding fee for all monies and appraisals from our staff for non-monatary items like art, pottery and wonderous items of importance.”
“Oh. General.”
“How much?”
“3100 Gold in mixed coin.”
A bushy large eye brow raises sharply and the cold calculating eye under it twitches. “Very well- Akkudos!” A young dwarf hurries over and stands at attention. “Count and verify”
The young dwarf hefts the bag up and brings it to a small table. He begins to count and stack the coins in full view of Dan whom watches intently. Stacks of ten are made of gold and silver and after twenty minutes finishes and recounts a third time.
He hurries over to the senior member and stands erect once more then reports. “3050 Gold from the five nations and 500 silver from the five nations. 3100 gold total. “
“Agreed?” asks the senior member to Dan. Dan nods and agrees. The young dwarf slides the coins into trays that are more manageable than the sack and begins to take them to the back.
“As agreed…. 1% is required for the services rendered”
Dan looks at him blankly.
“31 Gold”
Dan pulls out his gold pouch and finds 30 gold. He then reaches for the pouch he places his silver in and finds an empty space. “My silver……..”
The brow raises and an eye twitches violently. “Do you not have the money?”
Dan angry and perplexed pulls out his copper and hopes he has that much. He does…..barely. Akkudos verifies it for the two of them.
Dan, now staring at all shadows intently, moves towards the armories. He does sell the cloth armor at his last shop. Most of the shop keepers did not wish to buy cloth armor as it would degrade in the swamp very quickly.
He brings his money to the bank again. Akkudos verifies it and he has to use enough money from the cloth sales to pay his service fees and have some spending money on him. He wants to drink tonight and show Payback a good time. There are two more brow and eye twitches before he finally leaves.
Another group goblin children race by him but he holds his hands to his pouches as a precaution. Before reaches Grotto’s Place he meets up with Payback. Whenever goblin children run towards them the large orc growls and makes like he is going for his weapon and they eep and run away. Dan checks his coin pouches. Intact each time. Nearby, a goblin with black gloves spits out a quiet curse and settles back into the shadows.
It is late now and Grotto’s Place is busy. The goblin barkeeper, Weirdwage, is making many mixed drinks using his alchemy skills and his spirits knowledge. Gretta, Dana, Celeste, Jassae, Zenith and Assorta are working the tables. Jorge and his chicken familiar are cooking steaks and wrapped hot swamp pig and pepper sandwiches. Grotto watches it all with his arms crossed and smoking his cigar from the Valenar plantations. It is loud and rowdy but under control.
Dana, a bar wench with “missing” buttons on her blouse spends extra time around Dan and Payback’s table.
Dan, laughing at something he didn’t understand but laughs anyway, looks to her intently then to the orc. “Did you have healing done for your eye? It looks much better. And I like the eye patch.”
Payback did have a minor healing spell done to stop the oozing of his eye and bought an eye patch made of leather. Sewed into it is strange lettering of orcish design. Aye! Aye I did. The flies and maggots are a turn off to the ladies.” He laughs.
A half-elf woman wearing a medallion of Dol Arrah looks at Dan and smiles. The gleam in her eye and slight curl of her lips promise many possibilities. This is a good day. It may be a better night.
Within two hours, Dan has the half-elf sitting on his lap laughing and unsteady. Payback also has a woman hovering around him. Dana, one of the wenches here, has taken a liking to him.
Dan and Xena go to his room for the night. The orc and waitress remain below. Drinking and working.
It was a very good night for Dan whom begins to doze off with the half-elf in his arms. Suddenly there is a scream and a roar at his head. No- not at his head but behind the wall where his head rests. A woman, presumably Dana calls out. Payback snarls out “I’ll all orc!” and the sounds are obvious. A picture falls off the wall in Dan’s room and the water shifts and nearly spills on the nightstand. More snarls and sounds between ecstasy and pain come from the room. A crashing sound of a bed breaking and mix of laughter and happiness come. Followed by Grotto pounding on the door for them to be quiet.
At first angry and embarrassed, Dan begins to shift to get up but Xena awakens, snickers and kisses him. He will hurry up and quiet them…. Later…. In the morning.
BARRAKAS 17, 1000
After rest, the bar maiden, Dana, returns to Payback’s bed. Loud but not destructive, they enjoy each other’s company.
Dan also meets up Xena again. She is more aggressive this time. Perhaps stirred on by Payback and Dana…. Perhaps just more alcohol is in her system.
BARRAKAS 18, 1000 EVENING IN YRLAG
Dan looks at his spending money. “We need to find more money.”
“That reminds me….. Grotto wants money for the bed.” Adds the Orc.
Dan regrets inviting the orc to stay here with him paying.
