Ironheart Forge
Lantamori:
[Ironheart's Forge]
"I would like to commission a shirt of mithral armor for myself," she replied to Master Ironheart.
"Could you help me with that?"
She thought it unlikely to find something ready to hand in her size and expected to retrieve it when next they returned to Redhaven.
Master Ironheart calls back into the shop, and one of his apprentices leaves her task to come up to him. "
Miss, we can certainly do that. Kayla, measure her for a mithral shirt," he says. He turns to pick up what looks like a square of thin wood from a box nearby, as the apprentice Kayla whips out a tape measure and measures Lantamori's size. She writes down the numbers on the proferred square of wood, then hands it back to Master Ironheart.
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I sold my last shirt to a fellow going north two days ago, but they're popular enough that I keep supplies on hand. 'Twill take me a week or so, once I get started three days hence, and I use a dash of magic to make certain everything is true and swift in its crafting. Mithril's too dear to waste otherwise. Costs about 1,300 gold, and I will need at least half up front before we start," he explains with a quirked eyebrow.
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At Feld's Antiquities
Narthian Goldleaf:
"Interesting bugs that your cat found, Master Feld," Narthian says over his shoulder, stalking along with the cat with interest. "Are they yours?"
The gnome gives a long-suffering sigh. "
Yes, yes they are. Not by choice, I'll tell you that! Some came in with a lot of stuff I purchased sight-unseen from someone acting as a broker. Luckily I found them before they'd gotten too deep into my coffers, and chased them all out. But even with the gold locked up, the bloody things think this is their home territory now. Glib there keeps them to within manageable bounds until the druids in the park come up with a better place to stick them. Or I sell them. I've met a person or two that could think of a good use for some goldbugs. One gold for the lot, if you want 'em."
Haazheel Thorn:
Diffidently, Haazheel asks "The ring...may I try it on?..but I fear it's too expensive anyway."
Feld smiles at Haazheel's question. "
You certainly may." He takes a key from the ring on his belt and unlocks the cabinet, lifting out the ring for Haazheel's perusal. It would fit neatly on his left index finger. "
It has basilisk bone in it, and is some four hundred fifty years old, once belonging, far as my research has shown, to the Thangborn family who lived a trifle east of here. They mostly merged with the Ullaras family through marriage about a hundred and fifty years ago, but you can still find a few Thangborns around. Wild oats and distant cousins, for the most part. The family was supposed to be lucky in hunting, but bad with their money, hence why they had to marry into a family who had it! I have that ring priced at..." he bustles back behind the counter and looks through a ledger. "
Fifty gold pieces. An old piece of history, good craftsmanship, unusual bone insert."
Dellas Nump:
Dellas laughs "Indeed, we all have heard rumors though some have more than others. I thank you good man and I think that we should like money now. We've some shopping to do, thank you very much." He looks at the others "I'm planning to go and see if I can get some spells or similar... I also need some spicy peppers. Is anyone here going to the guild? Or do we know where the others went? I didn't really pay attention."
Alright, I wanna buy some scrolls and some adventuring gear maybe or a cart.
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Well and good. A moment. If you're going to be spending it all in town, or at least a goodly chunk of it, I'll give you markers from the Moneychanger's Guild for the amount. The merchants here will take it, deduct from the amount, and when you're done buying, just go to the Guild and turn in the marker, and they'll give you the rest in coin while paying out the merchants what they are owed. Easier by far than lugging about all that gold whilst doing one's business." Feld pops off to a different part of the counter, and with some prompting by Sir Aberlayne, writes out nine separate markers, dividing the money equally.
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Our thanks, Feld. I'll let my brother go spread the wealth," Sir Aberlayne says, handing out markers to everyone here. "
And I'll go find the others and make sure they get theirs. A cart's not a bad idea, really. And another mule or two to pull it. Or even a horse. Roscoe's Stables probably has both for sale." With that Sir Aberlayne will bustle off on her self-appointed errand.
Those looking for regular adventuring gear have no trouble finding it in the Market Square. The Brotherhood of Alchemy's Guildhall also has a small section devoted to the Mage's Guild. Those seeking to buy scrolls can go check their boards and see what's available.
OOC: There's a 75% chance of any first or second level spell available, go ahead and roll percentile dice on your own to see if they have what you want.
All other adventuring gear is at regular PHB prices.
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Kuri Tailor's Shop
Averdante:
After looking down at himself to admire the neatly tailored lines of his new outfit, Averdante gives Kuri a pleased smile. "It's very nice indeed, Mistress Kuri. Thank you for making your expertise available." While predominantly dark blue, there are accents in lighter shades that serve as both a touch of ornamentation, and draw attention to the fine fit. Adjustable lacings allow for easy movement as well; as she'd promised, he could move freely enough to fight if the need arose.
Not that he's looking to, anytime soon. He'd rather enjoy his new clothes a while before risking damage to them.
"You know, I think something this nice requires a nicer cloak than the one I have. And gloves to match, of course. Maybe a slightly... smokier... color?" Something a little mottled, perhaps, to break up an outline, just in case he has reason to follow someone surreptitiously one evening.
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Ah, smokier. Stealthier?" she says slyly. She claps to two of her apprentices, and they head back into the mounds of fabric that make up her shop, examining several selections they bring out, waving away a few before smiling at once. She lays them out on the table for Averdante's perusal. The cloak is heathered blue and gray, drifting almost dreamily from one shade to the other throughout the fabric. The gloves tend closer to the blue, with hints of gray.
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Tight-woven, oiled wool, with a good hood, gloves similar, but much thinner. They'll hold up against some fair storms and save you from the worst of a dousing. Five gold for these two," she says.
quote:
"You do embroidery, too, do you not? Given how well this has turned out, I'd be interested in having another set made, but embroidered. Something subtle and deceptively understated rather than boldly obvious." He has some ideas in mind, if he can arrange a time when she or one of her staff has the time to work it out, with him.
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Of course! I have patterns from several parts of the country, as well as elven, gnomish, and halfling designs. Dwarven embroidery is mostly in precious metals, which isn't much called for in Redhaven. You can take a look through my pattern books to see what suits you. For a full suit of clothing will be twenty gold, and likely a fortnight before it's done," Kuri says.
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Last night, at the Wild Angel Inn...
Volsh son of Vor:
Volsh scratched his chin, thinking it would take a month just to get there. If it was just himself, this would not be a great concern, but to embroil his companions to travel for a month with nothing but a few questions asked, and maybe some answers to show for it was asking a lot.
He stared at the map for a while longer, "Thank you, this was very helpful to me. It seems to be quite the journey, so i shall have to make plans and acquire provisions. Is there anything else you can tell me about the road there? You mentioned bandits, are there any known hazards the wise traveler would avoid?"
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Jaffen?" Brildeben prompts, and waits as Jaffen looks through his book and points at several things. "
Bandits yes, mmhmm, mmhmm... Bugbear tribe with an ogre leader named Thonrick the Hewn haunts the road between Albon and the Stone Bridge, but disappears for months at a time. Hmm.. ah, supposed to be a troll or three under the Stone Bridge. The guards posted there heave goats under there every couple of days to keep them away. Firegold Mountains supposed to be the haunt of red dragons, though you don't see them often. But their offspring are around quite a bit. More than one raider band lead by a half-dragon. A couple rogue xorns, those are earth elementals, a sort of weird-looking creature that can swim through earth and rock like a fish through water. Wyverns are always a problem. A couple touchy small gods, The Agate Tortoise and the Well of Winds. Hmm, that's about it." Brildeben looks at Volsh. "
Most people can get through the mountains all right, provided they have a good guide and stick to the path. You want to be careful of shouting too loud and causing landslips and avalanches. Or falling off a cliff. Or being in a gully during a rain and being swept away by a flash flood. For all of that, it's not a harrowing trip, but one to be undertaken with caution."