<strong>Location:</strong>Fogwall Court, near to the Lost Coast Gate,  Magnimar<br/><strong>Characters involved presently: </strong>Zael Ras'Kar, Shadi Bahar, Cirene Galath, Ranna Walstad,<br/><strong>Characters nearby: </strong>Hugh Longfellow,<br/><strong>NPCs involved presently:</strong>Lutsag  Shatterbark, Silar Mortwell<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Zael's response</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=334819.msg15935210#msg15935210">Quote from: pdragon on 29-07-2021, 00:26:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/GV9Q88K.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Zael Ras'kar</span></strong></span><br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2491258)<br/><strong>Location</strong> Fogwall Court<br/><strong>HP:</strong> 9/9  <strong>AC:</strong> 17  <div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">spell slots</div><div class="spoiler_body">lv. 1 - 4/4</div></div><br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><hr/>Zael returned the merchant's smile, and the wink as well, as he was handed the first half of their cut "understood boss" he said peppily. However even with that said Zael couldn't help but raise a brow as he looked at the bag of gold. Did that dwarf just seriously hand him this much money for literally nothing? What was stopping him from just taking off right then and there, other half be damned? He wondered if that was a common thing: supposed adventurers demanding money in advance and just ghosting on the actual job. Apparently not if the merchant didn't hesitate at all to pay them up front. <br/><br/>There was someone who seemed plenty hesitant to pay, however, one Silar Mortwell, who responded to his generous offer not with disgust, or even haggling, but a lecture? "Eh? Sisters of What? Drag me to where?" Zael muttered, completely befuddled. What was he going on about? A permit? For <em>hooking</em>? Since fucking when? Unable to comprehend such absurd concepts as "regulated prostitution", Zael simply shook his head and rolled his eyes at the man, "Look it's ok I get it, if you're not interested in some tail..." he started, his own literal tail slipping out from under his skirt to snatch the bag of gold from his hand and secret it away for safe keeping, "...you can just say so. not every refusal needs some elaborate excuse behind it" he said, apparently under the impression that Silar was just making this "sisters" shit up. <br/><strong>{}</strong><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br/>Silar's eyebrow winged it's way upward as he took note of Zael's response and gave the tiefling a slightly amused look.  "The Sisters hear you and I wager they'll have something elaborate for you indeed." , he took a step<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/92/db/84/92db8493f391a08a5024573739d2e317.png)</div>closer to Zael and looked down into Zael's eyes.  His voice dropping lower as he continued.  "Listen...I get it.  You're open for business.  Just hold on a tick for us to get on the road.  The servants of Calistria here have keen ears and long memories. We'll end the day at The Tinker's Fancy and then you can make as much coin as you can manage.  Also...if you stick with me once we get to Sandpoint, I can double that coin for you."<br/><br/>He gave the tiefling a promising look before slipping away and heading towards the wagon that had appeared to have drawn in more people for the journey.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Shadi's response</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=334819.msg15935256#msg15935256">Quote from: Hatless on 29-07-2021, 01:11:26</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/5KEKEYx.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Shadi Bahar</span></strong></span><br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1174357)<br/><strong>Fogwall Court</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>A nexus for attention; a wizard from Molthune once called Shadi that. Like the tide, her pull was subtle at first -- a hint of prayer incense that tickled the nose, a clatter of beads from one of her many trinkets. Then, with senses piqued, the magnetism became as inexorable as a rip current. <br/><br/>In this faraway land, the description was as apt as ever. Shadi wasn't just interesting, she was <em>exotic</em>. Eyes stared wherever she went and voices whispered. For some, it was youthful beauty that captivated them. Others had their gazes drawn to the intricate braids bound by beads that were scattered throughout her mid-back length hair. Her clothes were unlike anything that one would find elsewhere in the Fogwall Court: diaphanous, violet garments worn in layers above burgundy robes that hung loosely from her shoulders, sagging just enough to reveal her collarbones. But perhaps most intriguing of all were the items that seemed to clash against easily assigned labels: a well-maintained weapon strewn across her back and accented with vibrant feathers, worn and dusty leather boots that had walked the Inner Sea, and an equally battered pack thrown over a shoulder that seemed to jingle with the weight of gathered mementos just as much as the bejeweled woman that carried it.<br/><br/>At the moment, Shadi curiously pondered over Lutsag's stock. A pan seemed a practical thing to take as a souvenir, a fitting enough reminder of what would be the final leg of her journey. The Swallowtail Festival was a fortuitous coincidence that had been pinned to the end of this pilgrimage of hers as a high note to end on. Shadi was both excited to experience one last bit of foreign culture and saddened to know that she would be making the return trip back to Qadira afterwards. While she had the memories of her travels and a bag full of knickknacks to remember the people she met along the way, Shadi still felt that something was missing.<br/><br/><em>Ting</em>. A metallic ring hummed softly as the young woman tapped a knuckle against one of the metal cooking instruments. There was a saying about appreciating art with your eyes and not your hands, but as a potential customer, Shadi felt it appropriate. "Hey, Mister Lutsag?" The priestess' voice matched her exterior; gentle, beautiful, and tinged with a foreign accent that had a slightly different cadence and modulation than the local speech. "How much do you usually charge for your wares? I am thinking about taking one of your pans home. It will make for good memories of this day." Shadi offered the dwarf a bright, beaming smile.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br/>Lutsag had been busy distributing a black, velour drawstring bag to each person present.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>{{ All PCs get +10 gp. Hugh and Zael have already received it }}</strong></span>Lutsag offered a bright smile and bowed as deeply and gracefully as he was able to (which wasn't much).  "Lady Bahar!  I thought I had noted the day having grown brighter without cause but upon placing my eyes upon you, I now know that it is your presence that accompanies the arrival of the light."<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/3a/ef/54/3aef5427c3137b6ab4849204e8b1079c.jpg)</div>A mock frown appeared on the dwarf's face and he shook his head.  "Inconceivable, Lady Bahar.  I would never ask of coin from a personage of your..." , he motioned with his hands as he tried to come up with an appropriate word. "...carriage.   It simply warms my old bones to know that you are using one of my pans and of course...letting everyone know who crafted it for you."  , he offered her a small grin and a wink.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Ranna's Response</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=334819.msg15935361#msg15935361">Quote from: Hexed on 29-07-2021, 03:25:21</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ac/63/10/ac6310fe3114d8ce1653dc6348ca389e.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Ranna Walstad</span></strong></span><br/>Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2491862)<br/><strong>Location</strong> Magnimar: Fogwall Court.<br/><br/><hr/>"Find enough bodies Lutsag?" A rough voice filled the air as a short figure approached the wagon. Blue eyes studied the folk around the wagon, a hand coming up to brush her wild red curls out of her face and exposing the tribal tattoos etched across her skin. Coming to a stop she waves at Lutsag, hand clutching a worn leather pack. "Got everything I needed so ready when you are."<br/><br/>Turning from the dwarven merchant she eyes the gathering again before she moves to stand before the dark haired bookworm, pack slung across one shoulder and bumping against the massive hammer strapped to the back of her oft repaired top. She was barely taller then the bookworm and her thick hide gear couldn't hide that she had no where near the other girl's curves. "How did you get here in the first place?" She reaches out and pokes Cirene's shoulder. "You look softer then a pregnant woman."<br/><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br/>"Ranna!", exclaimed the dwarf.  He quickly bustled over and firmly gripped the woman's forearm and pumped it up and down enthusiastically.  "I do believe we have enough to set out.  We are simply awaiting the return of Master Longfellow who just so happens to be an experienced roadsman if I understand correctly."  That statement elicited a quick, quiet snort of disdain from Silar Mortwell as he arrived to the group.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Cirene's response</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=334819.msg15935308#msg15935308">Quote from: FoxgirlJay on 29-07-2021, 02:14:16</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/cqEwLBy.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Cirene Galath</span></strong></span><br/>Character Sheet (http://hhttps://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2491585)<br/><strong>HP:</strong> 6/6 - <strong>AC:</strong> 10<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong> Fogwall Court<br/><strong>Current Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Along her way to this meeting, Cirene had been thoroughly buried in her book, walking as she put quill to parchment, making notes of interesting things she saw in Magnimar, the culture and styles so vastly different from Mendev, and indeed anywhere else along her journey here. She had learned the talent of walking and writing over time, able to follow the heels of people in her group, tagging along behind them. She got lost sometimes, but not near as often these days.<br/><br/>All the chatter, flirting, propositioning and bargaining was watched along from a nervous distance, Cirene involved and just listening along, until the others were getting paid. Cirene approaches the forming party, starting off with clearing her throat to get the dwarf's attention. "I intended to travel to Sandpoint as well, with this group. Ah, for something like a... research and adventure expedition. Does your man, this smithy have mounts for sale? I'd not like to trudge through the sands on my feet." Cirene then opened her satchel a little, showing a heavy tome. "I don't need weapons, but, maybe some armor would be handy... but, a mount. That's what I'm looking for the most."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br/>"Lady Galath, a pleasure.  I would caution you that horses do not come with a small price attached but if your heart is set upon having a mount." , he pointed to the east and quite close to the Lost Coast Gate.  "Brinkerhoff Stables should be able to see to your needs. "  , he offered a welcoming smile as he continued.  "If you prefer to hold onto your coin however, both you and Lady Bahar could sit next to me upon my wagon and keep you from the dust of the road."<br/><br/>