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Post by Rumbleskin Ironeater on Jul 17, 2008 9:48:22 GMT
<Rumbleskin>
"Well, if it's a drink ye be after Cath, I always did prefer th' drinkin' to th' shoppin'. What say ye that we let yon kids go haggle for th' baubles and ye an' me see what's what in this yere place?"
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Post by Cathmhaol on Jul 18, 2008 6:48:11 GMT
"No, that's fine lad," said Cathmhaol, "I'd better go an' keep an eye on this lot anyways, so that they don't barter away all our stuff f' some magic beans." He treated the group to a mock frown. "Besides Rumblie, I think I know one or two places where ye might get t' d' more just 'drink an' talk an' sing'...!"
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Post by Rumbleskin Ironeater on Jul 18, 2008 7:35:36 GMT
<Rumbleskin>
"More n' drink'n'talk'n'sing ye say?" commented the Dwarf before upending his tankard and bealching heartily
"Fair enough lad. Lead on..." The more observant would notice a wide smile behind a scraggy Dwarven beard...
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Post by Dungeon Master on Jul 18, 2008 18:33:15 GMT
After finishing their drinks, the Adventurers, pay their bill and leave the Moonstone Mask Festhall. Walking down the clean streets of Neverwinter, is a shock even for the Elf, Eneval. Its pristine streets are kept clean by regular workers and bins on the streets that seem emptied at regular intervals.
The adventurers followed Delora down a side street next to the impressive temple of Ogmha, called the Hall of Knowledge. The temple, which is probably the largest building in the town and rises to dominate its eastern side. The Shinning Knight is a rather impressive smithy with a small doorway which open up onto a large interior with a huge forge in the middle. The forge seems to have numerous dwarves and young men, scuttling around it, getting hot ore from it hammering it on an anvil. The forge looks hotter than anything that you've ever seen before.
As your looking at the dwarf, Rumbleskin, whose almost transfixed. A middle aged man, wearing robes and a leather apron walks up and says "Well met, my friends, my name is Alxedar what can I do for you this fine afternoon?"
OOC- 3gp has been spent in the moonstone mask.
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Post by Zeric on Jul 20, 2008 0:54:36 GMT
Zeric stepped forward, hand extended, "Ah, Well Met, Goodman Alxedar. I am Zeric of the adventuring company 'Cromm's Daggers'. I am sure my companions and I have some service which you might be able to furnish us with. Tell me, do you buy as well as sell?"
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Post by Dungeon Master on Jul 20, 2008 21:30:12 GMT
"Ill have a look at anything you have to offer, it should be of high quality so it can be re-enchanted again. We sell mostly enchanted armour, would you require some? It is of course, expensive" the man said with the slightest hint of a smile.
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Post by Zeric on Jul 21, 2008 15:44:09 GMT
Zeric shook his head, a sad expression crossing his face, "Alas no Alxedar; 'tis not the fate of my profession to have the benefit of good, solid steel to protect my person. However, that is not to say that my comrades here would not wish to gain from such fine works. Why not discuss it with them, as what business I may have can wait for now."
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Post by Rumbleskin Ironeater on Jul 21, 2008 15:56:34 GMT
<Rumbleskin>
Feeling rather disconcertingly homesick on seeing dwarves once more working a forge, Rumbleskin wipes some moisture away from his eye and walks over to one of the dwarves:
"Laddie, I be Rumbleskin Ironeater fro' Clan Ironeater an' I have a long tale to tell. Do ye ken o' any o' me kin in these parts that'd be in fer tha' listenin'?"
OOC: Do any of the dwarves here have any form of clan insignia that Rumbleskin may recognise anywhere about them? - If so, he would greet them by clan name...
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Post by Cathmhaol on Jul 21, 2008 22:14:19 GMT
Zeric shook his head, a sad expression crossing his face, " Alas no Alxedar; 'tis not the fate of my profession to have the benefit of good, solid steel to protect my person. However, that is not to say that my comrades here would not wish to gain from such fine works. Why not discuss it with them, as what business I may have can wait for now." Cathmhaol casually waved forward Dace and Delora, who he'd earlier appointed as carriers of the things to be sold. "Well met, Master Smith," he said, "These are the things we picked up on our travels. What can ye give us for 'em?"
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Post by Dungeon Master on Jul 21, 2008 22:52:01 GMT
"Master Dwarf, Ive never heard of the Ironeaters before, I doubt they are that numerous in the North" he muttered
"Ah, Drow mail. Well made, but without the faerzress they are just well made armour. Ill give you five hundred for all three, throw in the the hammer and the helm and Ill make it seven. " he said with a broad smile.
"I could take the rapiers for another hundred, if you need to get rid of them? "he added quickly
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Post by Eneval on Jul 23, 2008 19:58:06 GMT
OOC: Hi all. Very sorry for the prolonged absence.
Have been recovering from eye surgery. Should have been getting back to normal but it's gone a bit wrong and my vision is a mess beyond a couple of feet in front. Back in next week to decide what to do next. I can type but this i a bit of a struggle for any length of time.
So please forgive my absence and please keep playing my char DM. I shall be back as soon as things get resolved (fingers crossed), in a few more weeks I hope.
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Post by Zeric on Jul 23, 2008 21:08:46 GMT
OOC: GET WELL SOON KEV!
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Post by Cathmhaol on Jul 23, 2008 22:35:14 GMT
OOC: Bloody hell, that sounds rough - hope it's better soon!
Cathmhaol raised an eyebrow at the man's apparent eagerness to the take the drow blades. "Zeric, a word," he said, bckoning to the young magician. Stepping away from Alxedr, he said quietly, "Yer man's keen t' make a sale - d' ye have any clue what these might be worth?"
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Post by Dace on Jul 24, 2008 7:27:55 GMT
OOC:
Get well soon Kev!
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Post by Eneval on Jul 24, 2008 13:17:21 GMT
OOC:
Thanks guys,
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