The Psionicle, Part II

[Hand of Vecna]

OOC: Nathan will also take 20 on his Psicraft check to "hail" the stone, giving him a total of... 26

Nathan eyes the newcomer warily, having only rarely encountered magic-users before. Nathan eventually extends his hand to him.

"Greetings, mage, glad to have another with us."

 

[dkoz]

Desimus nods politely to Oisus and Sahgrim for their greetings.

To Jansson: "Why yes, Rostrum is quite tame and friendly."
Rostrum flutters his wings at mention of his name.
"Would you like to hold him?"

If Jansson allows, Desimus puts Rostrum on his arm.

Desimus gives Nathan a friendly look, hoping to alleviate some of his wariness. He heartily clasps Nathan's arm and says "Greetings to you. It is always good to have more company."

Seeing that the Oisus, Nathan, and Jansson need a few minutes to work with the items they have just acquired Desimus stops his premature departure. He uses the time to write in a book he pulls from his satchel.

 

[Jarval]

Jansson gentley strokes the hawk, studying it. He hands Rostrum back to Desimus after a minute or so.

"Thank you. It's a beutiful bird."

"If you will excuse me a moment I have to think at stone for a few minutes." Jansson says with a grin.

 

[dkoz]

After he receives Rostrum back Desimus closes his book and start searching his satchel.

Desimus: "Well, it seems I need to go the fletcher and purchase some crossbow bolts. I will meet you all outside when you are ready."

Desimus leaves and heads to any shop where he can buy bolts.

OOC: He needs to buy 30 bolts. It seems he hasn't bought any in quite a while. (I forgot them when I made him.)

Edit: Typo

 

[Dalamar]

When Desimus is out of hearing range, Syld speaks to the others:
"Do you think we should be trusting him? He is a magic-user after all, isn't he. He might try to destroy the Psionicle when we have retrieved it to further the cause of magic.

I don't trust him, no matter what he says."

 

[Jarval]

When Desimus is out of hearing range, Syld speaks to the others:
"Do you think we should be trusting him? He is a magic-user after all, isn't he. He might try to destroy the Psionicle when we have retrieved it to further the cause of magic.

I don't trust him, no matter what he says."

Jansson looks somewhat suprised by this idea.

"Do you think that's likely? The council did suggest him, after all. Wouldn't they have detected any ill-intention from him?"

He pauses a moment.

"Besides which he seems like a decent sort. And I doubt one mage could destroy an artifact of the power of the Psionicle by himself. If we rebuild it, it would give us more than enough power to stop him from harming it."

A frown crosses Jansson's face.

"What did bother me was the council's talk of killing Tristam. He's already shown himself willing to help us, even if it is to further his own ends."

 

[GnomeWorks]

Shardorn thinks for a moment.

"Perhaps the Council did not tell Desimus of our plans, or theirs? Perhaps he was just a volunteer, and they decided to leave filling him in to us." She pauses for a thought. "Another thing... he is of the force of magic. Tristam is of the force of technology, and they want to eliminate him. Perhaps they also want to get rid of Desimus?"

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Desimus leaves and heads to any shop where he can buy bolts.

Desimus manages to find a local armory near the clocktower, towards the northern gates. A sign above the small, rickety door reads, Gateway Armory.

 

[dkoz]

Desimus's empathic link to Rostrum allows him to feel the hawk’s is hunger. He conveys understanding to his familiar and throws Rostrum into the air allowing him to go hunting for food. As the hawk flies away Desimus urges him to hurry.

Turning his attention back to his current need he enters the armory. Squinting while his eyes adjust to the change of light indoors, Desimus looks for the shopkeeper.

"Ah! A Good morning to you!", he tells the shopkeeper after looking around.

"I am in need of three quarrels of crossbow bolts. Do you have any stock?"

OOC: 1 quarrel = 10 bolts?

 

[GnomeWorks]

1 quarrel = 10 bolts?

OOC:

OOC: ...does now.

The shopkeep nods his head silently at you, and takes three quarrels off of a shelf.

"Going outside, eh?" He says gruffly. "Not a good idea, if you ask me. There's nasty critters out there, evil things that'll tear you limb from limb! Eh, but what do I know... that'll be six gold for the bolts."

 

[dkoz]

As he digs in his money pouch, with his index finger, a sour look passes over his face. He counts out six gold quickly from his rapidly diminishing money. Not being in the mood to haggle, he hands it to the shopkeeper

"Aye, you've heard right, there are some nasty things outside and I am going out. Thank you for the bolts.", he says cheerily.

Desimus leaves the Gateway Armory and goes to his horse outside of the clock tower, ignoring the council's since his already has all of his equipment.

Desimus passes his time waiting for the Rostrum and the others by brushing down his horse.