Random considered Flyman's offer, but only briefly. Then, he countered, "If you can make it fifty gold pieces for six people, you might have a deal. I'd have to take it up with my associates, of course."
If Flyman blanched, or otherwise refused the offer, Random looked around the shop. "Tell me about the potions you have. Any potions of strength, luck, health on these shelves?"
The group can sense a look of uncertainty come over Broadaxe's countenance at Malutassial's question. "Well, it will take four hours, perhaps longer, to get through the forest. It all depends on ... things."
When Zagnar mentions a missing group member, Broadaxe says, "I was made somewhat aware of your situation, that there's a time frame in place. Don't worry, a little extra time spent here in the village won't jeopardize your mission. In fact, there's a few around the village that may be of some help."
Winip picks up the darts and gazes at the board tacked to the wall about ten feet away. His first throw is far better than any of Broadaxe's throws, but misses the bullseye by a tenth of an inch. His second throw thuds into the board three millimeters from the first dart, and 3mm farther from the bullseye. (L4SR-DX) to hit bullseye.
Meanwhile, back at Flyman's Magick Shoppe, Flyman answers Random. "Oh no. Fifty for a group won't do, won't do at all. It takes effort, you see? Great effort. Great effort and skill, too. Don't forget about the skill, no, don't do that."
When Random asks about potions, he says, "Why, of course. We wouldn't be a magic shop without a few potions now, would we? No we wouldn't." He guides the bard past a stand holding some staves and to a shelf holding small bottles. An orange bottle he indicates is a Strength potion, a blue bottle a Healing potion, and a purple bottle a potion of Luck. "These are all two gold pieces per bottle," he says. He has two of each potion in stock.
"Now this potion over here," he indicates a green bottle, "is called the Vitamin of the Gods. It will give you such a vitality of spirit, such a certain stamina, such a robust of willpower, well, I can talk about it all day. Eating one is believing." Like the other potions, there are two bottles of this potion in stock. "Six gold pieces for that one," Flyman says.
OOC: Okay, gents, I've updated the GM's Scratchpad. You may wish to peruse it to make sure we're on the same page as far as your gear, weapons, adventure points, gold, etc. is concerned. You have the Baron's gloves, but at the moment no one is wearing them. You must state you've put them on for them to... well, be on. Otherwise, they're off. I'll say it again. No one is wearing the Barons gloves. You must state you've put them on for them to be in effect.
Post by marionarsis on Jan 2, 2016 13:53:21 GMT -5
Random looked at the potions and considered Flyman's offer. The Vitamin of the Gods. It certainly had a grand name to it. He wondered what it did. Flyman's description was what was expected from a salesman. Still, it held some allure.
"Okay, I'll give the Vitamin of the Gods a try. When would be a good time to drink it?"
He handed over the six gold pieces and awaited Flyman's answer.
Malutassial and Zagnar try on the Baron's gloves, They do, indeed, fit like gloves. Of course, the thought occurs to them both that the gloves may, just may, become damaged before they reach the room with the vase and the mupriozin. Then, what good would they be? Decisions. Decisions.
Hearing both Runkild and Zagnar express their interest in leaving at once, Broadaxe says, "That's fine with me, but what about your friend? You did say there's one of you that's not here. Do you wish to wait for him, or leave him behind?"
Khloemar fetches the darts and returns them to Broadaxe, who tosses them carelessly down on a table. It would appear they belong to the tavern. Afterward, the elven wizard casts a sharp look followed by sharper words at Winip, who accepts the admonishment in silence.
Random hands over his six gold pieces and receives the pretentiously named Vitamin of the Gods. Flyman answers his question: "You can take it anytime. Its effects are immediate and everlasting---such in the manner of the divine."
edit: Winip receives 15 adventure points for his dart throwing practice.
Post by marionarsis on Jan 3, 2016 16:28:51 GMT -5
"Hmm." Random looked at the brightly colored bottle of liquid vitamins.
He thought: Everlasting, he said. So the effects, whatever they may be, would be permanent, or am I thinking too much about it?
"Thanks. Nice supply of goods. Some of my spellcasting mates my be interested in your inventory. I'll tell them about it. They're questioning the occupants of the Tavern of Seven Curses, obtaining valuable clues for our trek inside Darksmoke Mountain. Which brings me to my last question...What can you tell me about the labyrinth within Darksmoke's dungeon?"
After hearing his answer, Random trudges back north, to the rendezvous point with the group, at the Temple.
"Darksmoke's labyrinth, you say?" Flyman begins. "Well, what is there to say? Hmm...I do know it changes often, even the forest around the mountain-dungeon changes, shifts, alters, folds back onto itself. Yes, yes, it alters itself, you see? Things of darkness inhabit the forest, darkness there, much darkness. The winds change, and with it everything changes. Oh, what is this--?"
Flyman lifts his fake wand and casts make-believe spells at imaginary creatures he sees in the shop. Random McBride takes this as an opportune moment to leave.
Random takes his newly-acquired potion, and heads north. Along the way, he hears word spreading amongst the villagers of the disaster at sea, of The Gnome's Purse, and of his own ship, The Morbellos, being caught in a storm. There is much consternation amongst the villagers of what the storm and the subsequent loss of The Gnome will do to the economy of the tiny village.
Before Random reaches the rendezvous point at the Temple, he sees Zagnar and Khloemar standing outside The Tavern of the Seven Curses. And Zagnar and Khloemar see him.
* * * * *
Inside the tavern, the other members of the party and Broadaxe stand around in an uncomfortable silence. Broadaxe the man-orc breaks the quiet. "You have a choice, gentlemen. We can go on foot to the mountain, which will take about six hours. Or we can go by my open carriage. The carriage will take between three and four hours to reach the mountain. The benefit of going by carriage is, obviously, it's quicker. The disadvantage is...well, the disadvantage is if we're attacked by something in the forest, it will be easier to defend ourselves if we're on foot than stuck in a carriage, or having to take the time to jump off the carriage and form a defense. What would you like to do?"
(Random, Zagnar, and Khloemar, standing outside the tavern, cannot answer the question at this time)