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Forgotten Realms: Tales of the Dead

Very true. Hoping to hear something in the rumormill. On the other hand, I would have to miss that appointment with the Thayan historian.

I'll post after I'm off shift detailing his decision-making process, and actions taken to look for temp work. Then of course, the matter of Meriv's note.

Final Fantasy - The Red Mage Chronicles

@Red Helix
So far, posting, we have a Thief and a Black Belt. As mentioned earlier, I'm good with duplicate character types as long as they're individuals. Classic FF1 looks highly encouraged.

Final Fantasy - The Red Mage Chronicles

On the lookout for at least two more characters to make this happen. Anyone interested?

The Other Guys

Been a while since a post or character submission. Let me know if there's anything I can do to help expedite either.

Who's still in?

Forgotten Realms: Tales of the Dead

I had given consideration to presenting it as a gift to the Xiang Grandmaster, if it was necessary to secure favor. Depending upon how long we're going to be in town, I was hoping to train on additional techniques. One in particular stands out.

Seeing as most of his options are eating into the presently nonexistent emergency fund, I'll resolve selling the scroll in my post for the next day. He'll just have to rely on his charming personality. In the meantime, he's taking that breather and headed back to the refugee Inn.

Forgotten Realms: Tales of the Dead

@DMZ
CS edited to reflect NPC purchase of the Fireball scroll

I've decided not to edit in the bit about mentioning Reverin's ring, mostly because it doesn't matter financially. He can't afford 100 gp to get the dagger identified, so it's a safe bet that he can't afford it for the ring, either. (Started play sans finances, got 90 gp for the scroll.) Thanks for the clarification though, keeping in mind going forward.

Forgotten Realms: Tales of the Dead

"Perhaps I misspoke. This thing of which I speak; if it ain't knight, it's something insane sinister that looks like one. My general knowledge leans toward other areas, sir. Understandably my specific information on this..." Keystone's eyes focused on Meriv as the next word sounded, an action subtle to onlookers but direct enough to insinuate that it is a detail worth remembering, "Glith is not enough to warrant a discussion with the head man himself, but perhaps someone with more learning than yours truly could be persuaded with some curiosity."

It seemed harmless enough to drop the creature's name. He already had elsewhere in town, and rumors in cities tended to travel quickly. He had simply lit the fire in more than one place. Knowing specifics may even help Telflamm prepare for the oncoming assault, if the latest antagonist decided to attack openly. At least, that is what he hoped. If Keystone learned something in the process, all the better. Besides, he had an idea as to what he wanted to do with the scroll. If at all possible, it did not involve handing it over to a powerful necromancer until he had exhausted other options.

"By your leave, sir, I do hope to speak with you again."

Forgotten Realms: Tales of the Dead

In truth, Keystone had already made up his mind about selling to the thin mage. At least, as far as he was willing to go on this day. Today was more about feeling out a situation, less about jumping on an opportunity. Still, he was in need of finances to get his own undertakings begun in earnest. That, and he needed to clear his head, get his bearings. It had been a rough few days.

Seemingly ages ago, he had found himself in the town of Two Stars. Having blown all of his money received on poor wagers, booze, and pursuing sins of the flesh, he needed a job. Now he found himself being pursued by some manner of undying warlord and his army of shambling, rotting footsoldiers, partially comprised of people to whom he had given his money days ago. Perhaps if the Knight was dealt with, the only thing standing between Keystone and getting back his previous wages was a good, rage inspired fistfight with a number of walking corpses. Ah, if only. But for now...

"You have convinced me, Meriv, at least in part. I would be pleased to part with the Fireball scroll for the price discussed earlier. I have my own appointments and expenses to see to, but I should like to give you the chance to convince me further. A man in your position can be trusted with discretion, until we speak again?"

After exchanging goods for coin, he extended his hand; a common man's expression of trust and respect. True, this Meriv seemed about as trustworthy as a grease fire, but it was the first conversation he'd had in a long time that wasn't life-or-death. It almost made him feel bad about imagining the fellow roasted alive by means of ass-plosion. He chuckled a bit, despite his situation.

"Concerning the nature of the information I seek: Famous Undead Knights. How much, do you figure, to speak with someone on that subject?"

Forgotten Realms: Tales of the Dead

@DMZ

Despite the search, Keystone could not find a trace of the old wizard or its companion. None of the townsfolk even recalled there was more than one prominent wizard in town. Reverin was well known, but the name 'Erepar' only brought glassy looks upon people's faces.

@DMZ

EDIT

Now that it's out of the rest of the post, the quote looks more like you're talking about the survivors of the attack and not the whole of Telflamm. Is that the case?

Forgotten Realms: Tales of the Dead

"You are very observant, Mr. Meriv, sir." began Keystone, letting a touch of his underclass accent slip, if but for a moment, "I'm not particularly versed in walking and speaking with magefolk, and prefer not to act in a manner unbecoming until I really get to know one."

He retrieved his items and continued, "It has been a pleasure, good sir. P'raps I'll take a walk about, see how interest fares elsewhere in the enclave. At the very least, I'll sleep on your offer. You here most days?"

Keystone carefully tucked the scrolls and dagger away, and slowly walked away from Meriv's desk to browse his wares briefly. Afterwards, he explored other potential buyers and checked prices for identification.

While browsing, Keystone took a moment to mentally speak with his more than somewhat put off cranial guest, "Hey there, Kaylee, umm... sorry you had to see that. Sometimes when I'm nervous or feeling a tad out-of-sorts with a situation, my brain sorts it with bloody colorful stories of things I'm not willing nor capable of doing. Believe you me, I thought it was a riotous bit of funnery. 'Cepting the dying. And the fire. And my bare arse being the cause of it all. Ok, that last bit was a stitch, but hey, I grew up in a horrid place. We didn't attend society plays. Bumfires (yeah, I says Bumfires) are cause for hours of adolescent giggles. Under any circumstance, they are patently incapable of what you witnessed inside my head earlier."

"Just wanted to say, sorry for grossly disturbing you. I'll try to keep my flights of fancy to a minimum."