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Meriv glanced up at Saran, lowered his gaze to Keystone, and went back to Saran before forcing whatever was left of his bubbly personality to surface:
"I believe our negotiations last time didn't quite settle on a price, Master Keystone. If you hand me the scroll in question, I can finish examining it and give you the final price for it!" he said. When the scroll was in his hands, Meriv inspected it with all seriousness and declared in a grand voice:
"Tis a most pristine example of a scroll such as this! I can definitely say that this particular sample of magic is worth 3,000 gold pieces for one with such esteemed..company." he glanced at Saran again, though what he saw there Keystone couldn't see: she still wore that pristine warm smile and looked at Meriv with the same pupilless eyes Keystone saw. Meriv carefully packaged the scroll and counted off a fair number of platinum pieces, handing Keystone a heavy purse bulging with coins. "300 platinum it is, Master Keystone. Thank you for your business." He purred as he escorted the pair back to the door. "I must ask you to depart now, as we have some immediate business to attend to. I hope you will understand."
The heavy door banged to a close behind them, leaving Keystone and Saran alone with crickets and a full moon. In the short amount of time that they had been inside the Red Wizard Enclave, time outside of it seemed to have passed much faster. The streets were completely empty, as even the patrols diminished to a few men every hour.
Saran, grabbed Keystone by the arm and pulled him back into the street.
"The night is still young, Keystone. Who knows what may yet happen," she chuckled, and for a split second, he could see what appeared to be wolf hair on her head. She let go of the monk in the middle of the street and twirled around in the empty street, dancing a dance that Keystone had never seen before.
Saran stopped in mid-twirl and looked at him. "Well, simple monk, do you have anything to show or am I correctly estimating you as one who has never enjoyed a good night's walk?" She laughed and continued dancing, moving away from Keystone towards the market square, her laughter echoing in the empty street.
The Rocksteady residence was quiet, interrupted only by the loud snoring of a dwarf and the much higher pitch of a boy. The light in the dining room seemed to have gone the moment Saran was, and reappeared as she entered again, shrinking to an appropriate size. She showed Keystone the improvised bathroom(the last room in the hovel, next to the dining room, kitchen, the room Avar and Tim were sleeping in, and what seemed to be an extra room) and and explained where to put his clothing in need of washing, and finally showed him his sleeping place for the night. By the sheer size of it, the monk guessed the bed was originally made for someone much taller and larger than him, as one could probably fit an ogre on it. A snap of Saran's fingers transformed her red robes into a slightly translucent nightrobe, and she laid down on one side of the bed, growing slightly to match the length of the bed.
"We don't have that much space in here, as you can see, so I hope you don't mind sharing a bed with a slightly frisky woman," Saran snickered, watching the monk undress. He noticed that the room got much warmed compared to when they first entered, but that no fire was burning anywhere in the house.
"I believe our negotiations last time didn't quite settle on a price, Master Keystone. If you hand me the scroll in question, I can finish examining it and give you the final price for it!" he said. When the scroll was in his hands, Meriv inspected it with all seriousness and declared in a grand voice:
"Tis a most pristine example of a scroll such as this! I can definitely say that this particular sample of magic is worth 3,000 gold pieces for one with such esteemed..company." he glanced at Saran again, though what he saw there Keystone couldn't see: she still wore that pristine warm smile and looked at Meriv with the same pupilless eyes Keystone saw. Meriv carefully packaged the scroll and counted off a fair number of platinum pieces, handing Keystone a heavy purse bulging with coins. "300 platinum it is, Master Keystone. Thank you for your business." He purred as he escorted the pair back to the door. "I must ask you to depart now, as we have some immediate business to attend to. I hope you will understand."
The heavy door banged to a close behind them, leaving Keystone and Saran alone with crickets and a full moon. In the short amount of time that they had been inside the Red Wizard Enclave, time outside of it seemed to have passed much faster. The streets were completely empty, as even the patrols diminished to a few men every hour.
Saran, grabbed Keystone by the arm and pulled him back into the street.
"The night is still young, Keystone. Who knows what may yet happen," she chuckled, and for a split second, he could see what appeared to be wolf hair on her head. She let go of the monk in the middle of the street and twirled around in the empty street, dancing a dance that Keystone had never seen before.
Saran stopped in mid-twirl and looked at him. "Well, simple monk, do you have anything to show or am I correctly estimating you as one who has never enjoyed a good night's walk?" She laughed and continued dancing, moving away from Keystone towards the market square, her laughter echoing in the empty street.
The Rocksteady residence was quiet, interrupted only by the loud snoring of a dwarf and the much higher pitch of a boy. The light in the dining room seemed to have gone the moment Saran was, and reappeared as she entered again, shrinking to an appropriate size. She showed Keystone the improvised bathroom(the last room in the hovel, next to the dining room, kitchen, the room Avar and Tim were sleeping in, and what seemed to be an extra room) and and explained where to put his clothing in need of washing, and finally showed him his sleeping place for the night. By the sheer size of it, the monk guessed the bed was originally made for someone much taller and larger than him, as one could probably fit an ogre on it. A snap of Saran's fingers transformed her red robes into a slightly translucent nightrobe, and she laid down on one side of the bed, growing slightly to match the length of the bed.
"We don't have that much space in here, as you can see, so I hope you don't mind sharing a bed with a slightly frisky woman," Saran snickered, watching the monk undress. He noticed that the room got much warmed compared to when they first entered, but that no fire was burning anywhere in the house.
Saran nodded her agreement as she made a few trips back and forth between the kitchen and the, enlisting the monk's help with the large variety of dishes. When they finished, she bade Keystone to wait a bit as she too vanished into the hovel. A few minutes later she walked out. Gone was the simple outfit of a serving girl she wore during the evening, replaced by a bright red robe Keystone was all too familiar with. She graced him with a smile, as if inviting to hear his opinion about her new look, and took to the monk by the arm, practically dragging him out of the hovel with surprising speed. Outside, Keystone noticed that she was half a head taller than him, when in the hovel they were about the same height.
Saran winked to some of the working girls still out on the market, many of them gone off with paying clients for the night.
"A good battle is always good for business," Saran said, looking up at the sky. The day was coming to an end as the moon was halfway up the sky and the streets were mostly empty, save for an unusual amount of patrols for the time of day. Several gave Keystone a suspicious glance as the pair passed, but bowed and scurried away whenever Saran's gaze met theirs.
The Red Wizard Enclave's massive doors were closed and the building was dark, showing no signs of life. Saran approached the door and knocked. A scuffle was heard inside, and a small, so far unseen slit opened up. A pair of eyes that Keystone readily recognized as Meriv's, oogled the outside:
"We're closed, come back tomor-" the words died away in the man's throat as Saran bent down to look at him. There was an audible sign of exasperation as the doors opened up and Saran led Keystone inside. Meriv quickly bolted the door behind them and scurried around the pair to his usual desk.
"So, Master Keystone, how may I help you? You have important business to come at this time of hour, yes?" he purred as sweet as honey. Saran's face was a perpetual smile as she nodded to Keystone and crossed her arms, standing behind the monk. Meriv periodically glanced at the tall woman, trying and failing to hide something akin to...fear?
Saran winked to some of the working girls still out on the market, many of them gone off with paying clients for the night.
"A good battle is always good for business," Saran said, looking up at the sky. The day was coming to an end as the moon was halfway up the sky and the streets were mostly empty, save for an unusual amount of patrols for the time of day. Several gave Keystone a suspicious glance as the pair passed, but bowed and scurried away whenever Saran's gaze met theirs.
The Red Wizard Enclave's massive doors were closed and the building was dark, showing no signs of life. Saran approached the door and knocked. A scuffle was heard inside, and a small, so far unseen slit opened up. A pair of eyes that Keystone readily recognized as Meriv's, oogled the outside:
"We're closed, come back tomor-" the words died away in the man's throat as Saran bent down to look at him. There was an audible sign of exasperation as the doors opened up and Saran led Keystone inside. Meriv quickly bolted the door behind them and scurried around the pair to his usual desk.
"So, Master Keystone, how may I help you? You have important business to come at this time of hour, yes?" he purred as sweet as honey. Saran's face was a perpetual smile as she nodded to Keystone and crossed her arms, standing behind the monk. Meriv periodically glanced at the tall woman, trying and failing to hide something akin to...fear?
The dwarven smith's visage softened when he saw the genuine confusion stamped on the monk's features. "Should've told me the durned thing only likes ye afore handin it over, boy." he said, a full mug of ale courtesy of Saran already in his hand. Across the table, Tim was visibly more relaxed, if still eyeing the monk with a healthy dose of fear on his face. Saran seemed unbothered by all the recent events, wearing a slight smile on her face to match black eyes with no pupils to speak of.
Avar drank some more as he continued to watch Keystone pack, nodding at his mention of the metal merchant: "Aye, if ye get me the gold within the day, I can have yer 'nuckles ready on the morn a day from now. Ye can leave me extra gold fer the steel. Methinks all 'o this shouldn't cost ye more than 60 gold, boy. 50 fer the knuckles an' the metal, 10 fer me poor hands." Saran and Tim both chuckled loudly at the last mention, prompting a guilty smile from the dwarf. "I may be a generous dwarf, but I got to get me ale money somewhere, eh? I knocked 10 gold off 'o that fer callin' me Master Smith, hehehehe" he chuckled.
Saran's smile turned into a pout as Keystone mentioned leaving and she cast an angry glare at Tim and then the dwarf. Both men seemed to shrink under the heavy weight of it, looking anywhere but at her. She gazed at Keystone again, and once again he felt Kaylee shrink back into the furthest corner she could find: the sword, leaving the monk with a clear mind. "I would be a bad host to deny a weary traveler, and more than that, a cook, an offered rest after such an obvious...misunderstanding. You are welcome to stay here, Keystone." She turned away from the table, but spun around on her heels, as if forgetting something. "Oh, and you mentioned the Red Wizards, yes? If you wish, I can accompany you to their shop to prevent any...creative dealing on their ends. They should be open still. That is, of course, if you are not too tired this day." She threw a look at Keystone that he couldn't quite place as she vanished in the kitchen, ringing with some plates.
Avar and Tim both excused themselves from the table and walked away into the depths of the hovel, leaving Keystone alone in the dining room with Saran being in the adjacent kitchen. Keystone noticed that the room didn't seem to contain any source of light but a warm hearth with a crackling fire, but was lit up as if a chandelier was present on the low ceiling.
Avar drank some more as he continued to watch Keystone pack, nodding at his mention of the metal merchant: "Aye, if ye get me the gold within the day, I can have yer 'nuckles ready on the morn a day from now. Ye can leave me extra gold fer the steel. Methinks all 'o this shouldn't cost ye more than 60 gold, boy. 50 fer the knuckles an' the metal, 10 fer me poor hands." Saran and Tim both chuckled loudly at the last mention, prompting a guilty smile from the dwarf. "I may be a generous dwarf, but I got to get me ale money somewhere, eh? I knocked 10 gold off 'o that fer callin' me Master Smith, hehehehe" he chuckled.
Saran's smile turned into a pout as Keystone mentioned leaving and she cast an angry glare at Tim and then the dwarf. Both men seemed to shrink under the heavy weight of it, looking anywhere but at her. She gazed at Keystone again, and once again he felt Kaylee shrink back into the furthest corner she could find: the sword, leaving the monk with a clear mind. "I would be a bad host to deny a weary traveler, and more than that, a cook, an offered rest after such an obvious...misunderstanding. You are welcome to stay here, Keystone." She turned away from the table, but spun around on her heels, as if forgetting something. "Oh, and you mentioned the Red Wizards, yes? If you wish, I can accompany you to their shop to prevent any...creative dealing on their ends. They should be open still. That is, of course, if you are not too tired this day." She threw a look at Keystone that he couldn't quite place as she vanished in the kitchen, ringing with some plates.
Avar and Tim both excused themselves from the table and walked away into the depths of the hovel, leaving Keystone alone in the dining room with Saran being in the adjacent kitchen. Keystone noticed that the room didn't seem to contain any source of light but a warm hearth with a crackling fire, but was lit up as if a chandelier was present on the low ceiling.
Vietmyke, how are you going to manage two RPs if you barely have time for one? Me and Whoami can't exactly take over xD
Oh, snap, sorry. Kept reading 'bracers' over and over and over again.
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The company laughed, wow'd and ouched the entire evening as Keystone told his story. Both the dwarf and Tim gave the monk a questionable look when he told them about a spirit inhabiting his head, one that never quite left their eyes the rest of the evening. To the rest of his story, everyone at the table kept nodding and acknowledging the evil tendencies of Thay wizards and the horrors of fighting the undead. The mention of Glith or fighting a large animated suit didn't appear to be something the dwarf would be surprised at, but Keystone could clearly see Tim's horror at the mention of the fight. The young man beamed newfound respect for the monk, as if Keystone had just slain a dragon in front of his eyes. The raven haired woman, who Keystone came to know as Saran, smiled at the story Keystone told and kept filling his plate until he declined. It was clear that the monk's story brought some welcome amusement to the house of Rocksteady.
As Keystone finished up, the dwarf reached over and patted him on the back with force enough to break the back of an average man, bellowing laughter and respect. "A few more years and we'll be hearin' bard tales of ye slaying dragons across the Realms!" He receded to his seat with Keystone's offered bottle of ale in his hands, inspecting it with the keen eyes of an experienced brewer. "Aye, this'll do."
Saran took the herbs Keystone offered, sniffed them and looked a bit confused as she looked back at the monk, smiling. "I don't know how your people use these herbs, so I'd need some time with you to learn the ways of your cooks, Keystone. Perhaps you could show me when you have time?" she teased with clear interest. Tim blushed with a fiery red as he finished, Avar only laughed harder than he had before. "Lass, ye'll be the death o' me one o' these days with yer appetite!" he said, turning to Keystone as the man continued.
Taking the brass knuckles and inspecting them, Avar grunted and bumbled something to himself. "Good work, these. Nothing me and me kin couldn't make, but good work!" He set the knuckles back on the table, shoving them towards Keystone as his forehead crinkled in deep thought. "A set 'o new knuckles should not take me much longer than a day, and ye'll get true dwarven quality! 'Course, won't be free, and yer scroll won't do. I have no use for it. If the Red Wizards saw it in yer hands and I'd show up to sell it, they'd be mighty suspicious, and I don't want trouble with the red robes if I can avoid it. Ye go sell it yerself and bring back the gold so we can talk."
The last thing the dwarf held in his hands was the sword and as he did, Keystone felt Kaylee's angry flare in his head as he did. The dwarf dropped the blade like it was scalding hot. With a loud clang the sword fell on the floor next to the table. Avar looked at his hands in confusion and a bit of horror, then back to Keystone with an angry look:
"What ye tryin to do boy, handing me such foul magic? Were I not a dwarf I'd have no hands right now, or worse!" he spouted in anger, looking back at the sword on the floor. "That be steel, but steel I ain't touching again. If ye want yer waffle maker, ye go an' get me some proper steel from a merchant I know." With a heavy grunt, the dwarf sat back down on his seat, grasped his empty mug from Keystone and filled it up with the ale the monk provided. When it was gone a gulp later, the dwarf looked at Keystone again, his anger dissipating slightly:
"Consider THAT payment fer painin' me so much." The mood in the room rapidly shifted, as both Saran and Tim now gazed upon the monk with confusion and fear, respectively.
In his mind, Keystone felt Kaylee's anger ebbing away as the dwarf dropped the blade, soon replaced with a sense of apology.
You can't destroy the sword with me still here, Keystone. I would die. I don't want to die, she pleaded with the voice of a child. I need a new home before I can get rid of that awful prison..
Saran's confusion was briefly replaced with a suspicious glance, gone a moment later as the woman picked up the empty plates and vanished into the kitchen. Keystone's instincts told him Tim was slowly reaching for a dagger on his felt, the boy's face full of fear.
As Keystone finished up, the dwarf reached over and patted him on the back with force enough to break the back of an average man, bellowing laughter and respect. "A few more years and we'll be hearin' bard tales of ye slaying dragons across the Realms!" He receded to his seat with Keystone's offered bottle of ale in his hands, inspecting it with the keen eyes of an experienced brewer. "Aye, this'll do."
Saran took the herbs Keystone offered, sniffed them and looked a bit confused as she looked back at the monk, smiling. "I don't know how your people use these herbs, so I'd need some time with you to learn the ways of your cooks, Keystone. Perhaps you could show me when you have time?" she teased with clear interest. Tim blushed with a fiery red as he finished, Avar only laughed harder than he had before. "Lass, ye'll be the death o' me one o' these days with yer appetite!" he said, turning to Keystone as the man continued.
Taking the brass knuckles and inspecting them, Avar grunted and bumbled something to himself. "Good work, these. Nothing me and me kin couldn't make, but good work!" He set the knuckles back on the table, shoving them towards Keystone as his forehead crinkled in deep thought. "A set 'o new knuckles should not take me much longer than a day, and ye'll get true dwarven quality! 'Course, won't be free, and yer scroll won't do. I have no use for it. If the Red Wizards saw it in yer hands and I'd show up to sell it, they'd be mighty suspicious, and I don't want trouble with the red robes if I can avoid it. Ye go sell it yerself and bring back the gold so we can talk."
The last thing the dwarf held in his hands was the sword and as he did, Keystone felt Kaylee's angry flare in his head as he did. The dwarf dropped the blade like it was scalding hot. With a loud clang the sword fell on the floor next to the table. Avar looked at his hands in confusion and a bit of horror, then back to Keystone with an angry look:
"What ye tryin to do boy, handing me such foul magic? Were I not a dwarf I'd have no hands right now, or worse!" he spouted in anger, looking back at the sword on the floor. "That be steel, but steel I ain't touching again. If ye want yer waffle maker, ye go an' get me some proper steel from a merchant I know." With a heavy grunt, the dwarf sat back down on his seat, grasped his empty mug from Keystone and filled it up with the ale the monk provided. When it was gone a gulp later, the dwarf looked at Keystone again, his anger dissipating slightly:
"Consider THAT payment fer painin' me so much." The mood in the room rapidly shifted, as both Saran and Tim now gazed upon the monk with confusion and fear, respectively.
In his mind, Keystone felt Kaylee's anger ebbing away as the dwarf dropped the blade, soon replaced with a sense of apology.
You can't destroy the sword with me still here, Keystone. I would die. I don't want to die, she pleaded with the voice of a child. I need a new home before I can get rid of that awful prison..
Saran's confusion was briefly replaced with a suspicious glance, gone a moment later as the woman picked up the empty plates and vanished into the kitchen. Keystone's instincts told him Tim was slowly reaching for a dagger on his felt, the boy's face full of fear.
What I find funny is that people express interest, either via IC checks or in PM, I reply with enthusiasm, and they never reply back. Some even make it to the character sheet and then never reply again.
The guards continued to inspect Keystone for a few more seconds, then the captain huffed and spun around on his heels, barking orders to his men as they moved away into the depths of the city. The working ladies sighed and pouted as they returned to their places, still casting glances towards the monk.
The dwarven bellowing continued for some time and suddenly got louder as the dwarf stepped out of the door to meet Keystone. His hair and beard, having carried the shade of ash earlier, were now pitch black and shiny after a good rinse, and the dwarf wore a shiny leather jerkin emblazoned with the logo of his shop. He inspected the tall monk with a serious gaze, holding a mug of ale in his right hand and a chicken leg in the other.
"Me shop's closed, boy. Commissions an' the like'll have to wait till morn." A glimpse of pity passed the dwarf's eyes as he saw the monk's wounds and his visage softened. "Ye look like a fresh ground meatball, boy. Shouldn't be fightin' so much." With a shrug, he handed Keystone his mug, half filled with a strong dwarven drink that could probably knock out an ox with the smell.
"Oh, invite him in, Avar!" said the husky female voice, turning the dwarf's head, "we have enough food for a guest!" Avar Rocksteady grunted and huffed his way back inside, gesturing for Keystone to follow him.
The room the dwarf vanished into was a wide, but low space, barely high enough to not scrape Keystone's head on the ceiling. A large wooden table took up half of the room. On the table, a large pan with chicken legs, a pot of rice and a plate of steaming vegetables resided next to a cask of ale the size of an average halfling. Tim, the young apprentice Keystone saw before, was similarly cleaner than he had been at the smithy and excitedly waved at Keystone. The last figure in the room was a fair-skinned, raven haired woman of almost equal height to Keystone, radiating a wide smile on her delicate features. Homely according to most royalty standards, she boasted a set of striking black eyes that at the moment, showed an open invitation.
The dwarf sat down on the wooden chair and turned to Keystone:
"Well, ye comin' or not, boy? Grab a chair, have some food. Me gal's an excellent cook! It's either that or ye go find some drab at some inn at three times the price. Be sure to leave me mug if ye're goin to the inns tonight!" he bellowed, turning back to the table and winking to the woman.
In Keystone's mind, Kaylee stirred at the sight of the room, recoiling as if in fear.
The dwarven bellowing continued for some time and suddenly got louder as the dwarf stepped out of the door to meet Keystone. His hair and beard, having carried the shade of ash earlier, were now pitch black and shiny after a good rinse, and the dwarf wore a shiny leather jerkin emblazoned with the logo of his shop. He inspected the tall monk with a serious gaze, holding a mug of ale in his right hand and a chicken leg in the other.
"Me shop's closed, boy. Commissions an' the like'll have to wait till morn." A glimpse of pity passed the dwarf's eyes as he saw the monk's wounds and his visage softened. "Ye look like a fresh ground meatball, boy. Shouldn't be fightin' so much." With a shrug, he handed Keystone his mug, half filled with a strong dwarven drink that could probably knock out an ox with the smell.
"Oh, invite him in, Avar!" said the husky female voice, turning the dwarf's head, "we have enough food for a guest!" Avar Rocksteady grunted and huffed his way back inside, gesturing for Keystone to follow him.
The room the dwarf vanished into was a wide, but low space, barely high enough to not scrape Keystone's head on the ceiling. A large wooden table took up half of the room. On the table, a large pan with chicken legs, a pot of rice and a plate of steaming vegetables resided next to a cask of ale the size of an average halfling. Tim, the young apprentice Keystone saw before, was similarly cleaner than he had been at the smithy and excitedly waved at Keystone. The last figure in the room was a fair-skinned, raven haired woman of almost equal height to Keystone, radiating a wide smile on her delicate features. Homely according to most royalty standards, she boasted a set of striking black eyes that at the moment, showed an open invitation.
The dwarf sat down on the wooden chair and turned to Keystone:
"Well, ye comin' or not, boy? Grab a chair, have some food. Me gal's an excellent cook! It's either that or ye go find some drab at some inn at three times the price. Be sure to leave me mug if ye're goin to the inns tonight!" he bellowed, turning back to the table and winking to the woman.
In Keystone's mind, Kaylee stirred at the sight of the room, recoiling as if in fear.
Much like a real life D&D campaign, this could be a new adventure. Or are you actually looking for a 'game over' screen?
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