Lucius Cypher

Keratia: Tales of the Arisen One

Ferric took a look at the sword, letting Mica see as well. “Not enchantment.” Ferric seemed to agree. “Aye, it’s a decent enough blade but it’s nothing magical. No notches or scratches, polished steel, smooth leather handle... If I had to guess, this sword must be new! Hasn’t been used. I imagine you didn’t buy it. Where’s you find this?”

Keratia: Tales of the Arisen One

“Staves and maces hmm? I think I might have something up your alley.” Ferric went to the cart and looked through his chest. He came back with a hefty looking flanged mace, almost as long as Ferric was tall. Which was quite large for a weapon. Pylia tried to handle it however she was having some notable difficulty. “This one might be a bit too heavy for me. Don’t suppose you have something more... Wooden?” Ferric shook his head as Pylia handed back the heavy mace. “I’m afraid not. I mean, next best thing is a few birch staves we use for Spears and such. They’re sturdy enough I would think.” Pylia decided to go look at the staves for a bit while Ferric turned to Shortfang.

“I’ll be honest, none of my gear was made with kobolds in mind. That being said, I do have a set of halfling studded leather. It’ll take a bit of fitting, but give me an hour and I could make sure your friend here is comfortable with it.” Ferric looked over to you as he took an abacus off his data me to calculate prices. “Let’s see... Fifty gold ought to over the cost of the armor and alteration. Normally I’d charge 75 for the armor alone, but I appreciate what you’ve all done for me, so I’ll sell at cost.” Shortfang seemed excited to try out some new armor and looked at you giddily. “Shortfang look great yeah? Like warrior!”

Keratia: Tales of the Arisen One

“Alright then. You know what to do son.” Mica took the ring into his hands, holding a clear pearl. The ring floated in his hands as the pearl glowed a light blow color. Ferric put on some strange sort of headgear as he looked at the item. “Hmm... Seems here this ring is enchanted with a sort of... Water walking spell. Or rather... It’s an unusual enchantment, but I reckon if you wear this ring, you’ll have no trouble moving in water, whether it’s waist deep or if you’re swimming.” Mica finished identifying the ring and nods happily. Ferric hands it back to you. “Of course it doesn’t work immediately. Needs attunement! Wear it for an hour or so and you’ll start to feel the magical effects.”

Keratia: Tales of the Arisen One

"Hello!" Mica said cheerfully. Ferric seemed less enthused but nods. "Well, if he's got your approval, I shan't many any complaints about it. Now then, while I'm still doing repairs to the cart, our shop is open for business too. If there's anything you need, I'm sure we have it! We sell all sorts of oddities, equipment, and supplies here." Mica nods and chirps up. "Enchantment?" Ferric seemed to remember something and looks to you. "Ah right, I did mention that when we get back to camp, my boy and I can look at a few of the items you've gotten. Consider it a free service for rescuing us from those goblins. If you have anything you'd want to sell or check, just give it to me and my boy and we can appraise or identify it for you."

Keratia: Tales of the Arisen One

The traders had their own section of camp for themselves. Tents, kiosks, or simply wagons selling various goods or services. Traveling blacksmiths, magical curiosities, even bars that sold alcohol straight from the barrel. Naturally Ferric and Mica was also here. Ferric was repairing the wagon but it looked like Mica was sitting behind a makeshift trading table, with various magic trinkets and equipment laid out before him. When he spots you he smiles and waves. “Hello!”

Ferric eventually notices and stops what he’s doing to check on his son. “Well hello there! I see you found Sylvia, glad she’s alright Pylia.” The Cleric snorted and gave you a stink eye. “Physically she’s okay, but I think she might need something that’ll clear her head. Running off to have adventures without me, the nerve!” She says with playful frustration. Ferric chuckles, but then noticed Shortfang. “And um... Is the kobold with you?”

Keratia: Tales of the Arisen One

“That’s true. I stopped by and checked on them, they said they should be ready to leave by tomorrow after the repairs are done. I suppose we ought to introduce Shortfang to them as well.” With all the blood out, Pylia hung up your robe to dry in the sun. Shortfang’s head popped out from his borrow to speak. “We buy supply? Long trip, need food, and potions!” Pylia nods. “Suppose we could look around the traders for gear. Unlike Cassari, the traders here cater to adventurers, so they have a much greater variety of equipment for us. I’ll admit I could use a better weapon myself, this Dagger is useful but I need to find a decent mace or staff.” Crawling out from his hole and shaking the dirt off Shortfang nods. “Shortfang needs armor! Shortfang also needs money... Uh, Shortfang will follow?”

Keratia: Tales of the Arisen One

You and the others return to the camp. Fortunately for you at this time of day your tent was under the shade of trees, making it somewhat more bearable for Shortfang as he sat down near your tent. Pylia hung up her blanket as a makeshift curtain and asks you to take off your robes so she can clean and fix them. Her magic can undo the damage but she’d have to clean the blood out by hand. Shortfang meanwhile dig himself a small hole for himself to burrow into and rest at next to your tent.

“Well, while you we were separated I did get some more information about the path ahead. Seems like bandits won’t be much of an issue, but there are more monster sightings too. Frankly I’m sick of dealing with goblins, and now there might be even worse things up ahead. Harpies, wolves, and other nasties. Worse part is that the only path that a wagon can take also goes right through some narrow mountain passes, ripe for ambushes. And if that could t make things worse, it’s expected to rain for the next few days. The mud will slow our cart and sap our stamina as we travel.” Once Pylia fixes her dress, she took it outside and got a bucket of water from nearby, washing the blood out by hand.

“We can try and make a run for the second camp tomorrow and rest there until the rain passes. I don’t think it’ll be a good idea for us to travel during bad weather. Alternatively we might be able to just stay here for a while longer too, though I doubt there’s much we can do while we wait out the rain. What are your thoughts?”

Keratia: Tales of the Arisen One

Pylia looked back at the warriors leaving the camp, her arms crossed. “He seems nice but... I don’t know, something feels off about him. If he k we do much why didn’t he just do it himself? Surely if he wanted the money, he could have spoken to that noble and hunt down that thief himself. He certainly looks capable enough...” But before she could really ask you more about it, a familiar short statue runs up to you, dancing happily around you much to Pylia’s surprise.

“Ha ha! Shortfang free! Thank you thank you! Humies open cage and give back Shortfang stuff, now Shortfang free and can fight with you!” Pylia looked between you and the kobold, sighing and putting her face into her hands. “Oh my gods Sylvia. I cannot Leave you alone can I?” She just chuckled as she looked down at the kobold.

{Hello, my name is Pylia. You do speak the dragon tongue yes?}

Shortfang seemed surprised to hear his native tongue, which for Sylvia just sounded like some cross between Latin and German. {Indeed I do. How wonderful! Truly you and Sylvia are amazing people to not only save me but also know the dragon language. Well done indeed.}

Pylia nods and looks back to you. “Well, he seems nice enough. Let’s head back to our tent, I need to treat your wounds and mend your clothes. They’re caked with blood.”

Keratia: Tales of the Arisen One

The man took his coin casually, dropping them into his pocket. “No
Problem. Pleasure doing business with you lassie.” As soon as he says this, another knight looking fellow walls up to him. “Benhart’s here. We’re ready to go when you are, boss.” The adventurer stands up, hefting his glaive o to his shoulders. “Our Time was short, but enjoyable, lass. Maybe one day our paths will cross again. Until that day, live well and good luck.” The adventurer and his dog left with the knight and a few other warriors, heading to parts unknown.

Pylia looked between you and him with a curious expression. “I guess that dog belonged to him. Do you know that guy?”

Keratia: Tales of the Arisen One

Mariam seemed much calmer now that she had all her items. “Of course. Give me a moment to fetch the coins.” She would soon leave and return holding a small box. “I know adventurers prefer gold coin, but I’ve always found it more convenient holding platinum instead.” The women opens the box and hands you 30 platinum coins. Pylia leans over and whispered in your ear. “One Platinum coin is worth ten gold pieces.” She smirked at you as she looked at the coin in your hands. “You’re planning on sharing that right?” She jokes as Jackson barked and walked back to his master.