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Forgotten Realms: Tales of the Dead

The proprietor of Zhek's Fancy Footwear, a short gnome in a dress normally reserved for nobles and hands usually found on metalworkers was very excited about a possible customer, giving Keystone a short tour of the place before discussing the fine ethics of footwear and choosing an appropriate pair for the monk: a pair of dark brown hard leather boots with a comfortable woolen filling that looked like a giant's attempt at making socks. The gnome, who introduced himself as Gael, quoted a 'modest' price of 25 gold for the pair, offering to part with them right then and there. He wasn't too happy at the prospect of window shopping, but remained friendly and assured the monk that he would not find better prices elsewhere.

The large red haired man didn't seem to notice Keystone until the monk was right in front of him, giving him a look that would have been menacing if his eyes didn't betray his amusement.

"I do not know a 'Lady Saran'. What this stranger told you is partially true; I am the best at my job, but my work comes at a price not many will be able to afford. You do not look like a wealthy man, but your purse clinks with the sound of an established merchant," he said with an approving nod.

Kai gestured to indicate 'talk' and patiently listened to every detail of the order as he continued his earlier work. He nodded as the monk finished, stopped his other work for a second and crossed his arms.
"I will consider your order, if you consider that the price to pay will be 250 gold for the flexible armour. To get the protection you want you would need an enchanter, as hide alone won't do protection and flexibility. The armour itself can be done in six hours and you pay up front."

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Can I work out a character concept of a Necromancer Half-Orc?

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

@Lady AmaltheaSo no way whatsoever of playing an intelligent skeleton or such?

Forgotten Realms: Tales of the Dead

Yay for the return of the 24 hours posting rate(for now).

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Ooh, this is interesting. Would it be allowed to play a (balanced) undead?

Forgotten Realms: Tales of the Dead

The market square was once again bursting with activity and Keystone found that he could now spot a few thieves doing their work, though none made an attempt to come at him. After a few minutes of looking around, he found a few competing cobbler stands, going by such colourful names as 'Gavin's Glorious Boots', 'Zhek's Fancy Footwear' and 'Royal Sandals'. Prices varied per shop, as did appearances, with 'Royal Sandals' having the most expensive looks while Gavin's Glorious Boots was a slightly mote eccentric place and Zhek's Fancy Footwear being the run of the mill footwear shop. Keystone got quotes from 1 gold to 250 depending on the quality and longetivity of the footwear he would get.

It didn't take long to find the human Saran described. He stood two heads taller that Keystone and wore his bright read hair in a long braid that reached past his shoulders. With the speed and grace normally reserved for elves, the man kneaded and shaped leather with his bare hands, the skin mending in his hands like it was some kind of viscous jelly. In his small work shop, neatly tucked away between a multitude of bigger shops, Keystone could see one other person. Wearing the same robes the monk has been accustomed to, the mage seemed to be in a deep trance, moving his hands in some unknown spell.

As Keystone approached, the human continued to work with his hands, but his head shot up and looked at the monk with a pair of striking dark red eyes. Upon close inspection he could see that the human had a nasty looking scar running up from his collarbone all the way to his left brow, mangling most of his face with a thin scar.

"Yes?" he said with a voice that was several pitches higher than one would expect from a human this size.

Forgotten Realms: Tales of the Dead

When Keystone looked up, his eyes met Saran's, leaning forward across the table.

"You're an interesting man, Keystone. I am not sure why, but I'm interested in figuring you out," she said, pursing her lips. "I'll have to make a few arrangements, but I think I can spare some time to indulge your interests and help you find what you are looking for, if can spare some to allow me to find a replacement for me here. We can visit your friend tomorrow; I think I know who you mean."

She explained how to find the leatherworker across the market while seamlessly shifting into a bright red robe and walked out onto the market, leaving Keystone to his thoughts. Shortly after she left, a sweaty Avar waddles inside, grabbing his customary mug of ale as he sat down across Keystone:

"So not only have ye corrupted me girl an house wizard, but now ye'll be takin' her away from me. Can't stop the silly girl, can't beat some sense into ye or her, but I can promise ye this, boy. If a hair on her head is hurt after this trip o' yers, I'll find ye in any corner o' these Realms and make premium human paste of ye, ye hear me?"

Avar downed his ale and walked back out into the workshop, resuming his hammering with twice the strength he had before.

The description of the leatherworker was that of a tall human with bright red hair and dark black eyes named Kai, found in between some cobbler shops. According to Saran, this leatherworker frequently did commissions for nobles and thus would be able to do custom work.

Forgotten Realms: Tales of the Dead

I'll attempt to revert back to a 24 hour posting rate.

Forgotten Realms: Tales of the Dead

"Aye, tell me about it, boy. Try to help magefolk and ye always get burned. And I mean always," he and Saran exchanged sour and apologetic glances, respectively. "Never trusted them folk anyway. Who'd ye thunk built the foundations of Two Stars? If that were gone we'd all be shakin' in our boots!" Gulping down the last of the mead, the dwarf wiped his beard and slammed his mug on the table. "Methinks ye solved all ye problems when ye left that cursed place, so why would ye want to go back? Ye humans are odd folk. Just crawled out o' danger, got to get right back into it or ye die o' boredom."

"Is that why dwarves always fight over gold, Avar?" quipped Saran, prompting a condemning look from the dwarf. The woman ignored it and turned to Keystone, clasping her hands in front of her mouth, in deep thought.

"I have never read about elementals having no alignment. They are often neutral, but a spell summoning then to this plane will always evoke anger about being torn away from their home plane. What your friend may have seen is the sheer anger at being unable to break the bond between elemental and caster, not an evil aligned creature," she said after a short time. "For once I do agree with Avar, why would you want to go back there? Hoping to find something?"

Tim nodded at the monk's explanation, pretending to drink under the heavy gaze of the woman sitting next to him. She walked behind Keystone and followed his writing over his shoulder, draping long black hair on his right shoulder.

"The armour I know where to get, there's a good leatherworker across the market. Expensive, but good. For carts you'll have to barter with a merchant or buy a new one and horses you'll find aplenty here. None of us are versed in either, so it will be up to you to find out what works best for you. Caravans are always hiring guards, but you'll have to pay if you want to join as a merchant, as you're not loc..." suddenly, she stopped reading and turned to the monk, intensively studying him.

"Why all these charades, Keystone? Two strong horses would get us to Telflamm cheaper than a cart and all of these purchases. Guards on a caravan get paid well, doubly so with a mage like me," she winked, "so why would we need all these things beside the armour?" Saran spent the next few minutes detailing a simple plan: with a large chunk of the money they could buy two strong horses that would get them to Two Stars in less than two weeks. Tim listened to the explanation, nodding along in agreement.

"Think about it," she said and went about her business cleaning up the table.

Avar, still at the table and drinking ale, looked upon Keystone like the man was made of rare gems and bent over towards him, glancing to wards Saran to make sure she wasn't looking.

"Oi, boy, were ye serious about training them workin' girls? Methinks I could use me a good sellin' point, and a couple o' pretty lasses with weapons damn well do the job in these human cities!" he said with a clear tone of hope in his voice. "If ye do that fer me, I'll see about that quiet little place nearby, aye?"

The dwarf looked over at Tim and placed a finger in front of his mouth, then quickly leaned back as Saran returned.

Forgotten Realms: Tales of the Dead

Still around, but real life is a mean thing to deal with. Going to post tomorrow.