Vaga has listened to the replies of Roan and deemed him trustworthy. His reply of steppign up and helping when the mayor didn't made him immediately trust Roan, so he has no doubt.
"Rest, do we really? Let's head out right now! We can rest while we walk. The soothing feeling of wandering on and on even after you get tired is magnificent. The pleasurable agony of ache and pain and torment pushed aside by resolve, determination and PURPOSE!" The last word is said with fervor and high-strung passion and Vaga holds up his clenched fist in the air for even further emphasis. He then proceeds to look around him, sure as always that he speaks for everyone and expecting them all to nod and agree with him.
He especially looks at Fi, feeling he has a kindred spirit in the feisty lass.
Vaga has listened to the replies of Roan and deemed him trustworthy. His reply of steppign up and helping when the mayor didn't made him immediately trust Roan, so he has no doubt.
"Rest, do we really? Let's head out right now! We can rest while we walk. The soothing feeling of wandering on and on even after you get tired is magnificent. The pleasurable agony of ache and pain and torment pushed aside by resolve, determination and PURPOSE!" The last word is said with fervor and high-strung passion and Vaga holds up his clenched fist in the air for even further emphasis. He then proceeds to look around him, sure as always that he speaks for everyone and expecting them all to nod and agree with him.
He especially looks at Fi, feeling he has a kindred spirit in the feisty lass.
“None of you are familiar with this land, correct? If you’d like, I can arrange for a guide to help you avoid any unpleasantness as you travel.”
"You are correct, and we accept your assistance in this, we would need more time to find a guide and that would mean further delay. You can find us here tomorrow, or we can meet elsewhere if you prefare that."
Roan claps his hands and says “Wonderful! I’m glad there are people like you in the world. You can get your supplies and equipment at my shop, the Satchel and Anvil. It has everything a fledgling adventuring party needs, made by the finest craftsmen in the region! I guarantee it! You can find it right in the middle of town, a large building with a red roof. Head there whenever you need to refill your stocks or replace faulty equipment. As for the guide, I don’t believe she would like me waking her up at this hour, but if you come in the morning, I will have her ready for you.” He gives you all a polite bow and heads back outside.
After finishing your meals and drinks, Dorin leads you up a set of stairs to each of your rooms, and you get a good night’s sleep. In the morning you wake up and prepare for the day the usual way before heading downstairs. Upon heading downstairs, you see that Dorin isn’t at the bar. Instead, there are two people at the bar who seem to be employed there, a tall, blond Half-elf man and a young human woman with red hair. They are both dressed as you would expect an inn’s staff to be dressed. They seem to be discussing something, though you currently can’t hear what they’re saying. As you enter the lobby, the man looks over at you and says with a smile “Thanks for staying with us, friends! Please, have a seat. Breakfast will be ready shortly.” The woman also looks over at you and smiles as she adds “Feel free to let me know if you need anything.” They then turn back and resume their conversation.
Vaga sits down next to an empty table, big enough for the full group, but instead of sitting on a chair he sits down on the floor next to it. He waits for the rest of the group to join him at the table. He looks around the inn and stares intensely on all the details, the sights, the sounds, the smells.
Vaga sits down next to an empty table, big enough for the full group, but instead of sitting on a chair he sits down on the floor next to it. He waits for the rest of the group to join him at the table. He looks around the inn and stares intensely on all the details, the sights, the sounds, the smells.
Vaga: Perception check: 20+3 (critical success!)
Having a look around, Vaga sees that the inn’s lobby is quite small, with exactly 6 round tables, each with six chairs. They all appear to be made from the same type of wood, and all of them are in serviceable condition. The walls are stone, and mostly bare except for a short, square fireplace on the far side of the lobby. Above the fireplace, mounted on the wall, is the skull of a large horned creature. The skull looks like that of a bull, except the horns themselves stretch across the entire far wall, a full 30 feet in length. The floor is likewise made of stone, and the empty space in front of the fireplace is covered with the skinned hide of a massive gray-furred monster. Besides his group there are currently 13 people sitting at the other tables, one group of 5, another group of 3, 2 couples, and one last lone figure sitting by himself near the hearth. All of them appear to be travelers in assorted varieties of clothes and armor, and they all appear to be talking and waiting for breakfast, except for the lone figure who sits quietly, his head and face covered by a hood.
Vaga sits down next to an empty table, big enough for the full group, but instead of sitting on a chair he sits down on the floor next to it. He waits for the rest of the group to join him at the table. He looks around the inn and stares intensely on all the details, the sights, the sounds, the smells.
Vaga: Perception check: 20+3 (critical success!)
Having a look around, Vaga sees that the inn’s lobby is quite small, with exactly 6 round tables, each with six chairs. They all appear to be made from the same type of wood, and all of them are in serviceable condition. The walls are stone, and mostly bare except for a short, square fireplace on the far side of the lobby. Above the fireplace, mounted on the wall, is the skull of a large horned creature. The skull looks like that of a bull, except the horns themselves stretch across the entire far wall, a full 30 feet in length. The floor is likewise made of stone, and the empty space in front of the fireplace is covered with the skinned hide of a massive gray-furred monster. Besides his group there are currently 13 people sitting at the other tables, one group of 5, another group of 3, 2 couples, and one last lone figure sitting by himself near the hearth. All of them appear to be travelers in assorted varieties of clothes and armor, and they all appear to be talking and waiting for breakfast, except for the lone figure who sits quietly, his head and face covered by a hood.
As Vaga listens to the idle chatter of the patrons, he discovers a few things. The group of 5, consisting of a half-elf man, a dwarf woman, and three human men, is another adventuring group, like yours. They are currently discussing leaving the town and heading out to less protected settlements in an attempt to make a name for themselves as protectors. The group of 3 human men is a trio of merchants complaining about the lack of profits in this godsforsaken land. One of the couples, a human man and a halfling woman, are sharing tales of their travels and enjoying each other’s company. The other couple, two elven women, are discussing plans for what sounds like a wedding between one of their relatives and another elf. The lone man, as Vaga is certain he is a man upon closer examination, is reading from a large book sitting on his lap underneath the table. Upon turning his attention back toward the bar, Vaga hears from the half-elf employee “Are you sure you can’t convince him to lay off the booze? He’s been draining our stocks dry for the past month.” The red-haired woman responds with “I’ll see about it, but you might end up owing him a favor.” “Not another one of his ‘favors’,” the half-elf says. “The last one I had to repay nearly cost me my life. What did he even need a wyvern’s tail anyway?” “For the poison,” the woman replied. “We needed a sample to create an antidote potent enough to counteract it. It’s being used to save lives. Besides, you were made well aware of the dangers associated with this job. You can walk away at any time, you know.” The half-elf lets out a sigh and heads into the kitchen behind the bar.
It also smells like bacon, mixed with... something else. You’re not sure what the smell is, but it smells delicious.
Guston walks down, his hair plastered to his pockmarked, scabby face, s grumpy expression in his face.
“I miss my comfy priest bed,” he whines. “Fiora, how long before i get redeemed? Chauntea denied me spells again today, and I don’t know why... This life of adventure isn’t all it’s cracked up to be...”
Suddenly noticing Vaga’s intense concentration so early in the morning startles him out of his grogginess, and he looks a little warily at the high-strung posture. “What are you doing?” he asks the dwarf monk.
Kaled wakes up right after sunrise, and go for a walk in the village. He is looking around, searching for smitheries, but tries to capture other details as well.
Kaled wakes up right after sunrise, and go for a walk in the village. He is looking around, searching for smitheries, but tries to capture other details as well.
Kaled: perception check: 2-1=1 (again?)
As Kaled walks around outside, he doesn’t really notice anything special about the town. Stone buildings that all look the same, a few nondescript people who have risen early and are starting the day. Nothing really stands out to him as he walks along. Eventually he makes his way to the town square, where he does see the Satchel and Anvil, as it’s a fairly conspicuous building. Standing at three stories tall, it’s the largest building in town. Kaled doesn’t pick up on much else.
Suddenly noticing Vaga’s intense concentration so early in the morning startles him out of his grogginess, and he looks a little warily at the high-strung posture. “What are you doing?” he asks the dwarf monk.
"I'm observing." Vaga replies, as if it was self-explanatory. "You should try it some time. Live in the present, observe, breath, live, experience, feel, see, hear, smell. Let life, nature and the world in all its glory smash into you with such a force that you have to use every fiber of your entire being, every ounce of your mental capabilitities to savour it. I can also inform you, they will soon serve us bacon." The last part is said with a crooked smile, a pretty feeble attempt from Vaga at being witty and funny. Him usually being considered awkward, is not for naught.
Vaga, not being particularly interested in neither breakfast nor the purchase of arms and armor, made himself ready for the adventures. As soon as the group was done he would, as usual, accompany them, mostly in solemn silence. When breakfast arrived, he took some simple bread and cheese, ate a little himself but carefully tucked away most of it in a piece of cloth and put it in a almost invisible pocket in his tunic. Maybe he would meet some people of meager means he could give it too, or if the weakling rougish priest started to complain today again, he could feed him to stop his whining at least for a moment. Waiting for the rest of the group to finish, Vaga sat down on his knees on the floor as usual, and observed his fellow adventurers and the surroundings. He kept returning to watch the hooded man since there was something intriguing about him that peaked Vaga's interest.
Kaled tries the door, and discovers it is locked. As he turns to leave, however, he hears a voice saying “Well, an early riser, eh? Good, we appreciate the business.” He sees Roan approaching him. “Here, let me get that for you,” he says, pulling out a set of keys. He walks up and unlocks the door, then proceeds to walk inside. Kaled follows him in.
The first floor of the building is large and spacious, and includes a forge nestled in the far left left corner. Assorted weapons are mounted along the walls. Kaled sees axes, swords, bows, and maces, amongst other things. Suits of plate mail stand at attention on the opposite wall from the forge, carrying halberds, pikes, and glaives. Working at the forge is the first floor’s only other occupant, a tall red-haired man wearing a smith’s apron who is currently hammering away at a red hot piece of metal.
Roan looks Kaled up and down and says “So... your companions aren’t with you, so I assume you are here for something besides the quest. What can the Satchel and Anvil provide for you today?”
After a few minutes, the red-haired woman starts carrying out trays filled with food to each of the tables. She sets a tray down in front of Fiora and Guston, and hands Vaga some bread and cheese when he asks. The dish is, as Vaga said, bacon, as well as two large slices of some kind of meat that exudes a pleasant smell. Vaga recognizes the smell from when he was scanning the lobby before.
So the group eats their meal. What do they do next?
“kaleds not here, so I assume he went out early. If everyone has eaten the let’s get on our way., or what do you say?” Vaga doesn’t really wait for a reply, sure as always that he speaks for all of them. He instead stands up and starts to exit the inn and walk out to the streets in search for Kaled so that they can get going in search of the caravan as soon as possible. As always when he felt that surge of purpose, that pull towards something, he felt anxiety and wanted to get going immideately.
Maybe he would meet some people of meager means he could give it too, or if the weakling rougish priest started to complain today again, he could feed him to stop his whining at least for a moment.
“kaleds not here, so I assume he went out early. If everyone has eaten the let’s get on our way., or what do you say?” Vaga doesn’t really wait for a reply, sure as always that he speaks for all of them. He instead stands up and starts to exit the inn and walk out to the streets in search for Kaled so that they can get going in search of the caravan as soon as possible. As always when he felt that surge of purpose, that pull towards something, he felt anxiety and wanted to get going immideately.
His fingers dripping with grease from the hastily scarfed bacon, Guston paws at his scabby cheek and stands up and hustles after the monk.
“Hey, what’s the hurry?” he says. “Wait for me! I need a different weapon.”
When Guston gets to the shop, he is going to make a risk assesment of what it would take to steal a halfway decent mace for himself without anyone in the party noticing, especially Fiora.
“So... your companions aren’t with you, so I assume you are here for something besides the quest. What can the Satchel and Anvil provide for you today?”
"The others will arrive soon too i think, i'm sure Vaga will not let them waste their time at the inn for a long time.
The thing is, i'm intrested not just in the using, but in the crafting of weapons. I'm intrested in unusual processing methods and in exotic weapons. If you have any magical weapon by any chance, that would be something i like to see too.
Now i must admit, that i don't have too much of a wealth right now, but it's always good to know, what for to save up the money."
To tell the truth, Kaled would like to make his own magical weapon. The target is a returning throwing dagger with electrical damage and stun effect, but he is on the beginning of his experiments, at the moment a sword with some minor enchantement/ elemental damage would be a great achievement for him.
Vaga walks forcefully through the streets of Callus. He doesn't notice it, but many people avoid him when he strides through the city due to his rather aggressive looking face. By Vaga's own standards, it's his "neutral" face, but he looks rather fierce.
He had earlier asked the inn keeper's for directions to the Satchel and Anvil, so he knew roughly the direction to go. He could hear the loud noises of a sloppy walk rustling behind him and quickly turned around and saw his comrade Guston storming out the inn to follow him. Good, then only the sleepy paladin was left eating. Soon they would be on their way, Vaga thought to himself.
He walks into the S&A only to see Kaled talking to Roan. Being a man of awkward social skills, he busts straight into the room and without any trace of subtlety slaps Kaled fairly hard on his shoulders (a friendly pat on the back) and proclaims; "Finally someone else other than me that know the worth of not wasting daylight sleeping and eating!" Vaga is immediately confident he can make Kaled into a magnificent monk one day, he sure seem to have the qualities for it!
Edit: Can a dwarf reach up to Kaled's shoulder to give him a pat? haha.. let's just assume Vaga has rather long arms
Vaga then proceeds to walk around the store looking at the different items. He has nothing of value and not a copper to his name so cannot purchase anything. He has heard of great monk gloves, robes, boots and belts but he has never seen any for purchase. Not being a proper monk of any order, he has never had a chance to procure any for himself before. "Roan!" Vaga shouts (his regular voice is always a bit commanding and not very subtle), not really noticing Roan is already talking with Kaled, "Do you have a pair of clubs.. and maybe you can loan them to me for a while?" Last night before going to bed Vaga had seen an elderly man in the inn who could barely walk and have given him his quarterstaff, so now Vaga had nothing other than his feet and fists. And his forehead, when push comes to shove.
Roan looks at Kaled ponderously for a moment, then says “Hmm, well, we don’t usually go around telling people about our techniques unless they were to, say, take up an apprenticeship with the desired craftsman. If you wish to sign up for such a program, I can have a contract ready in a moment. Of course, you will also need to convince the craftsman that you are worth teaching.” He glances over at the red-haired man at the forge.
“As for magical weapons, aye, we have a good number of them in stock. We don’t put them on display, to prevent thieves from trying to steal them, but they are here. What kind of magical weapon are you looking for, exactly? We have magical longswords, shortswords, daggers, spears, bows, and just about any other kind of typical weapon. The price is understandably high for these items. A longsword with a basic enchantment will sell for 1150 gp. A shortsword sells for 750. A dagger sells for 450. We also take special orders for more unique items, but those will easily cost several thousand to make, as well taking a number of days depending on the item’s design and the enchantment used.”
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"Rest, do we really? Let's head out right now! We can rest while we walk. The soothing feeling of wandering on and on even after you get tired is magnificent. The pleasurable agony of ache and pain and torment pushed aside by resolve, determination and PURPOSE!" The last word is said with fervor and high-strung passion and Vaga holds up his clenched fist in the air for even further emphasis. He then proceeds to look around him, sure as always that he speaks for everyone and expecting them all to nod and agree with him.
He especially looks at Fi, feeling he has a kindred spirit in the feisty lass.
Roan seems to have not noticed Fiora casting the spell.
“Where can we find some supplies?” he asks Roan. “I think a may need a new weapon.”
"Good night everyone. "
Having a look around, Vaga sees that the inn’s lobby is quite small, with exactly 6 round tables, each with six chairs. They all appear to be made from the same type of wood, and all of them are in serviceable condition. The walls are stone, and mostly bare except for a short, square fireplace on the far side of the lobby. Above the fireplace, mounted on the wall, is the skull of a large horned creature. The skull looks like that of a bull, except the horns themselves stretch across the entire far wall, a full 30 feet in length. The floor is likewise made of stone, and the empty space in front of the fireplace is covered with the skinned hide of a massive gray-furred monster. Besides his group there are currently 13 people sitting at the other tables, one group of 5, another group of 3, 2 couples, and one last lone figure sitting by himself near the hearth. All of them appear to be travelers in assorted varieties of clothes and armor, and they all appear to be talking and waiting for breakfast, except for the lone figure who sits quietly, his head and face covered by a hood.
zzzzz, keep your hands off my cookies, those are miiiiiiiine zzzzz
It also smells like bacon, mixed with... something else. You’re not sure what the smell is, but it smells delicious.
“I miss my comfy priest bed,” he whines. “Fiora, how long before i get redeemed? Chauntea denied me spells again today, and I don’t know why... This life of adventure isn’t all it’s cracked up to be...”
Suddenly noticing Vaga’s intense concentration so early in the morning startles him out of his grogginess, and he looks a little warily at the high-strung posture. “What are you doing?” he asks the dwarf monk.
As Kaled walks around outside, he doesn’t really notice anything special about the town. Stone buildings that all look the same, a few nondescript people who have risen early and are starting the day. Nothing really stands out to him as he walks along. Eventually he makes his way to the town square, where he does see the Satchel and Anvil, as it’s a fairly conspicuous building. Standing at three stories tall, it’s the largest building in town. Kaled doesn’t pick up on much else.
Vaga, not being particularly interested in neither breakfast nor the purchase of arms and armor, made himself ready for the adventures. As soon as the group was done he would, as usual, accompany them, mostly in solemn silence.
When breakfast arrived, he took some simple bread and cheese, ate a little himself but carefully tucked away most of it in a piece of cloth and put it in a almost invisible pocket in his tunic. Maybe he would meet some people of meager means he could give it too, or if the weakling rougish priest started to complain today again, he could feed him to stop his whining at least for a moment.
Waiting for the rest of the group to finish, Vaga sat down on his knees on the floor as usual, and observed his fellow adventurers and the surroundings. He kept returning to watch the hooded man since there was something intriguing about him that peaked Vaga's interest.
The first floor of the building is large and spacious, and includes a forge nestled in the far left left corner. Assorted weapons are mounted along the walls. Kaled sees axes, swords, bows, and maces, amongst other things. Suits of plate mail stand at attention on the opposite wall from the forge, carrying halberds, pikes, and glaives. Working at the forge is the first floor’s only other occupant, a tall red-haired man wearing a smith’s apron who is currently hammering away at a red hot piece of metal.
Roan looks Kaled up and down and says “So... your companions aren’t with you, so I assume you are here for something besides the quest. What can the Satchel and Anvil provide for you today?”
So the group eats their meal. What do they do next?
“Hey, what’s the hurry?” he says. “Wait for me! I need a different weapon.”
When Guston gets to the shop, he is going to make a risk assesment of what it would take to steal a halfway decent mace for himself without anyone in the party noticing, especially Fiora.
The thing is, i'm intrested not just in the using, but in the crafting of weapons. I'm intrested in unusual processing methods and in exotic weapons. If you have any magical weapon by any chance, that would be something i like to see too.
Now i must admit, that i don't have too much of a wealth right now, but it's always good to know, what for to save up the money."
To tell the truth, Kaled would like to make his own magical weapon. The target is a returning throwing dagger with electrical damage and stun effect, but he is on the beginning of his experiments, at the moment a sword with some minor enchantement/ elemental damage would be a great achievement for him.
He had earlier asked the inn keeper's for directions to the Satchel and Anvil, so he knew roughly the direction to go. He could hear the loud noises of a sloppy walk rustling behind him and quickly turned around and saw his comrade Guston storming out the inn to follow him. Good, then only the sleepy paladin was left eating. Soon they would be on their way, Vaga thought to himself.
He walks into the S&A only to see Kaled talking to Roan. Being a man of awkward social skills, he busts straight into the room and without any trace of subtlety slaps Kaled fairly hard on his shoulders (a friendly pat on the back) and proclaims; "Finally someone else other than me that know the worth of not wasting daylight sleeping and eating!" Vaga is immediately confident he can make Kaled into a magnificent monk one day, he sure seem to have the qualities for it!
Vaga then proceeds to walk around the store looking at the different items. He has nothing of value and not a copper to his name so cannot purchase anything. He has heard of great monk gloves, robes, boots and belts but he has never seen any for purchase. Not being a proper monk of any order, he has never had a chance to procure any for himself before. "Roan!" Vaga shouts (his regular voice is always a bit commanding and not very subtle), not really noticing Roan is already talking with Kaled, "Do you have a pair of clubs.. and maybe you can loan them to me for a while?" Last night before going to bed Vaga had seen an elderly man in the inn who could barely walk and have given him his quarterstaff, so now Vaga had nothing other than his feet and fists. And his forehead, when push comes to shove.
“As for magical weapons, aye, we have a good number of them in stock. We don’t put them on display, to prevent thieves from trying to steal them, but they are here. What kind of magical weapon are you looking for, exactly? We have magical longswords, shortswords, daggers, spears, bows, and just about any other kind of typical weapon. The price is understandably high for these items. A longsword with a basic enchantment will sell for 1150 gp. A shortsword sells for 750. A dagger sells for 450. We also take special orders for more unique items, but those will easily cost several thousand to make, as well taking a number of days depending on the item’s design and the enchantment used.”