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Post by DM Bob on Nov 12, 2020 14:34:33 GMT -12
Hurk sleuths about and learns the abode of the Gov'ner. He is awaiting an audience as the man is currently supping.
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The others? Well, the wine shop is run by a serious dwarf... Uvall by name. He has a stained frock, speckled red from grapes; faded blue spatters from bulisberry. Two women sit at the stone counter in the room that sinks a bit into the earth, most likely to keep the room cool as to not taint the libations within.
He scrounges up a small repast of red kip sausages, dried olives and pickled red cactus grubs as he pours you wine, deep colored. Crimson and dry. Balician.
As you wait for Andras patiently. He shows with an excited look on his face.
"I left the weapon in my shop. While interesting, it is no match for these."
He carries the tablets with both hands and sets them on the table.
"These were owned by a famed explorer & noble from Nibenay, one Manion Shom. He is one of the few to have visited the obsidian fields of the south and survived to tell the tale. Manion was highly regarded by the Shadowking himself and his court. He protected something important from wandering eyes that he brought forth from the dark lands."
He accepts a glass of wine, drinks deep and continues.
"The writing on this one..." Andras points at the foreign script as he continues in a whisper. "Is a ward against evil and spirits... as well as spell to make it everlasting. Two dweomers on one tablet. Quite the find. You found these in Nibenay I'm pretty certain."
"The club? Owned by a tarek rock shaman named Onat Jorteng. He killed many enemies by savagely and repeatedly smashing them before eventually being beheaded by a slew elves. His victims often found themselves unable to react quickly after having taken a direct hit by the datchi. Not one of the stones affixed are of the same type of rock."
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Post by Attilius on Nov 12, 2020 14:40:42 GMT -12
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2020 14:48:10 GMT -12
Having no interest in the stone tablets Mak inquires to Uvall, "This drink has some befuddling characteristics, I assume this effect is intended. Tell me, if you would, of the fruits used and by what process they provide such a potent beverage." Mak finishes off his cup of wine and offers it for a refill.
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Post by DM Bob on Nov 12, 2020 14:58:51 GMT -12
The dwarf smiles, for the first time since anyone entered. He begins to explain in great detail the small vineyard on the eastern side of the peak in Balic (protected from the silt!) that produces such a decent house wine. And yes! It is a fermented brew. Seeing that you're a halfling, he makes the comparison to when late fruit turns on the plant - and the animals that partake get randy and lightly stupored.
"It is not a bad thing, this "buzz". Softens the eyes on potential mates; makes the fare go down smooth!" He remarks.
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Meanwhile, a portly bald man (not a mul), greets Hurk at the door with some trepidation.
"I am Aris-phist-aneles. You have business with Altaruk? Were you turned away at the barracks?"
He speaks as if he is talking to a young one or student. Slow and concise.
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Post by Attilius on Nov 12, 2020 15:37:18 GMT -12
Meanwhile, a portly bald man (not a mul), greets Hurk at the door with some trepidation. "I am Arisphistaneles. You have business with Altaruk? Were you turned away at the barracks?" He speaks as if he is talking to a young one or student. Slow and concise. The half giant respectfully bows low "Good evening Governor. I am a humble student of the way and have come to see what services your town may need. I have commissioned Nial and Belial to construct a bone blade worthy of my size and offered to barter my psionic skills to the city in order to pay for it. My powers include magnetizing metal objects as well as heat, burn, then melt anything I set my mind to, even granite and hard forged steel. I can also heal others, if needed..." HurK hesitates "I also have been known to kill creatures twice my size from time to time.As a side note, why do my kin attack this town?" HurK points to the island of drumming giants they passed by earlier "I understand why the Ledo giants attack the bridges being built: they just want to be left alone. Do they raid for YOUR resources? or just for cold blooded sport?" |
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Post by DM Bob on Nov 12, 2020 15:46:16 GMT -12
He holds a hand to his brow as if about to faint.
"An educated goliath? Well, I'll be! Tell me. Are you literate as well?"
He shakes his head as if to clear it.
"I guess that means little if you speak the truth. Please. Do come in. Such odd times, um, sir...?"
He lets off letting you give your name as he leads you into the well lit stone manor house not waiting for an answer.
Servants scramble at your approach.
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Post by Attilius on Nov 12, 2020 15:54:47 GMT -12
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Post by Niachi on Nov 12, 2020 15:55:43 GMT -12
Laakh absorbs the information, enjoying the good wine and unspiced food. It's growing on him.
He keeps to one serving of wine to better read the room. The 2 women at the bar: what garb and weapons? Are they drunk, silent, watchful?
Any other patrons or staff?
He slides a bundle to the scholar:
"Your remaining fee of 17 puts us even, and you are right. Hm. (pretending to swallow more wine) Dark lands, A Shom bigshot, a permanent spell...quite the find. And
we've saved the best for last. But I need to find the facilities -urrp- this goes to my head. back in a moment."
He stands to find the bathroom, bumping into a chair on his way.
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Post by DM Bob on Nov 13, 2020 4:32:57 GMT -12
As far as waste is concerned in Altaruk, the barkeep will tell you to simply use a chamber pot in the alley. Being a military town, the waste is eventually collected and either used as fertilizer or simply dumped into the silt bay.
The two women (a muscular brunette and a lithe strawberry blonde) seem to be content talking to each other on the opposite side of the room. The one with the lighter colored hair might be a half elf. Their clothing is in good repair and the only weapons they seem to be carrying are simple sheathed knives or daggers. As you bump into the chair they look up only to turn and talk to each other once more, drinking from their ceramic cups.
Andras is curious to what dweomers you wish to have performed on the morrow.
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"Your cousins," States the gov'ner to Hurk. "Have some bone to pick over this land. My guess is they used to herd beasts here and possibly work the land, way before Altaruk was in its first incarnation. There are two clans there, a mix of klar headed and normal headed types. The pattern to their attacks? We know not. It tends to be worse in times of drought, so that may be the only deciding factor." He sits at a table, some help moves a chair out of the way and silently motions for you to sit as you talk.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2020 5:42:27 GMT -12
The dwarf smiles, for the first time since anyone entered. He begins to explain in great detail the small vineyard on the eastern side of the peak in Balic (protected from the silt!) that produces such a decent house wine. And yes! It is a fermented brew. Seeing that you're a halfling, he makes the comparison to when late fruit turns on the plant - and the animals that partake get randy and lightly stupored. "It is not a bad thing, this "buzz". Softens the eyes on potential mates; makes the fare go down smooth!" He remarks. Mak reclines and sips from his wine cup. "Balic is a good distance away, even by wing or one of those fast silt vessels. Are there no vineyards closer to this place? I noticed a general lack of any agriculture in this settlement, must all your food be transported in? That seems... imprudent." Mak will also keep an eye on the female pair at the bar, his pointed ears picking out any details he can overhear as they converse. Mak didn't have much time in Balic to observe the variety of unique people types, hopefully he will get more opportunity to do so in this place. |
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Post by Attilius on Nov 13, 2020 7:27:40 GMT -12
"Your cousins," States the gov'ner to Hurk. "Have some bone to pick over this land. My guess is they used to herd beasts here and possibly work the land, way before Altaruk was in its first incarnation. There are two clans there, a mix of klar headed and normal headed types. The pattern to their attacks? We know not. It tends to be worse in times of drought, so that may be the only deciding factor." He sits at a table, some help moves a chair out of the way and silently motions for you to sit as you talk. HurK nods "If they attack during my stay you can count on my abilities to defend the city..." then sits. "What does the town need help with that I can barter for Nial's weapon crafting?" |
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Post by DM Bob on Nov 13, 2020 8:42:14 GMT -12
"Well, what did Belial and Nial suggest? They wouldn't have sent you to me if they didn't have a reason to think there was a specific service to the town you could provide."
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Post by Attilius on Nov 13, 2020 8:43:20 GMT -12
"Well, what did Belial and Nial suggest? They wouldn't have sent you to me if they didn't have a reason to think there was a specific service to the town you could provide." |
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Post by DM Bob on Nov 13, 2020 9:12:30 GMT -12
"Well of course. Any reclaimed rock for the walls and field is of high priority. Our issue is that whenever we claim a large enough swath of land, it gets destroyed once again. You can't run a plow anywhere about here without hitting a chunk of marble, granite or brick from past buildings and aqueduct work. Do you have abilities that could speed such endeavors? That would be worthy of sponsorship, Sir Hurk. Worthy indeed."
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Post by Attilius on Nov 13, 2020 9:22:32 GMT -12
"How big are these chunks? Are we talking fist size?" HurK makes a fist "Or more building sized?" he opens his fist and raises his flat palm to the ceiling. "And what is the number of these stones?"
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