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Post by blackhawk on Oct 18, 2012 19:56:42 GMT -4
Diplomacy: [dice=20]
(OOC: Lol Stats Jokes)[rand=7162573575042188391899286536499868433416772168138383246262092143]
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mith
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Post by mith on Oct 19, 2012 10:16:09 GMT -4
"Why thank you, that'll do me for a few days at least," Grumplestiltskin half-jokes with the old woman, exchanging coin for the many small packets of dried leaves, herbs, and powders. He spends a moment carefully sorting his new reagents into his many-pocketed pack, struggling to conceal a gleeful grin. "And oh my yes, it's often said that I could never turn down a crumpet!"
He looks adoringly at the jars of sweets as the shopkeeper brings them over. "Honey? Blackberries? Oh, you know me too well!" After several long moments with his mouth full, Grumple continues. "You know, there's nothing quite like the fear of death by the monstrously unknown to work up an appetite." He munches for several long seconds. "I'd almost consider changing careers to an adventurer if I could have these every afternoon. Splendid!"
Having put away at least two crumpets laden heavily with honey and blackberries, Grumple looks over to Naerwin. "Delicious, aren't they? Hmm, suppose you'd rather be off, though? Or would you object to a quick stop over by the Academy? It would be a shame not to use such a fine laboratory while it's so close by..."
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Post by irishmagician on Oct 19, 2012 18:38:44 GMT -4
While Vulgrim's question is generally met with blank stares from most of the town guard at the barricade, a couple of them come forward to respond. The dwarf learns from them that Strongarm had been at this forge up until shortly after the initial shockwave that blasted out from the Wizard's Tower. Two of the guard has been in the smithy at the time, having some of their equipment mended before returning back to their shift. After the blast, they heard the smith mutter something about 'checking up on his old teacher'; after which he shortly closed up shop and dashed southward out of town. The guards scratched their heads confusedly after mentioning this to Vulgrim, as they mention the only place where anything is taught south of here is the Jun Zi Dojo, next to Ridgeback Lake.
Vulgrim doesn't learn much else, as the Captain of the Watch barks at the guards to return to attention; resulting in the pair speaking to the dwarf snapping a salute, and marching back to the barricade at the gates.
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Post by blackhawk on Oct 21, 2012 12:25:30 GMT -4
Vulgrim nods as the guards go back to their places.
"Thank ye lads. I appreciate it."
Having garnered what he can from them, he heads to Strongarms forge. Maybe he can snag a bit more information before he heads out to this Dojo.
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Post by irishmagician on Oct 22, 2012 18:25:49 GMT -4
Vulgrim arrives at Strongarm's forge in relatively short order, being only a short jaunt from the gates of the Academy. As when the group saw when initially passing by earlier, the forge lies cold and empty. Blacksmithing tools either rest neatly on hooks on the walls or casually strewn about the work spaces amidst the smithy, with the occasional pile of soot and metal shavings adding little to the practical decor of the shop.
(OOC: Either a Perception check to search for anything important, or a Survival check to track might be useful here.)
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Post by blackhawk on Oct 22, 2012 20:22:21 GMT -4
Vulgrim looks around the forge, seeking a clue as to where he might have gone for sure. Though he trusts the guards word he would rather be sure of the location he may be going to.
Perception: [dice=20]+5[rand=44403007137589157942090296419337460992115689441566309372182004154]
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Post by irishmagician on Oct 23, 2012 12:10:11 GMT -4
Vulgrim's search of the forge does not seem to reveal anything especially important, beyond confirming the guard's account of Strongarm's hasty exit out town. The only other information that the dwarf is able to gather is that Strongarm was expecting trouble as he left, as Vulgrim easily notices a missing set of armor and several empty spaces amidst the weapon racks in the forge.
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Post by zeferin on Oct 24, 2012 11:32:44 GMT -4
OOC: aya and I will be posting something soon. We both have a lot of exams last week so sorry about not posting anything.
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Post by Naerwen on Oct 25, 2012 0:50:19 GMT -4
OOC: Statistics is evil!! However; the joke was somewhat amusing. ^.^
Naerwen nods as she listens to the shopkeeper’s instruction and nibbles on a crumpet as she listens to Morganna’s story. At the mention of the cat being at least 60 years old she glanced at the cat and tilted her head inquisitively. “A 60 year old cat?” As the shopkeeper pushed the honey and jam toward Grumple Naerwen couldn’t help but grin at her attempts to fatten up the Halfling, but then it occurred to her that she must have looked plump enough to not need fattening up. She glanced at the jam and back to the crumpet she had in her hand then breathed out as she shrugged to herself. She tore off a small, outer piece of one of her crumpets and popped it into her mouth. She had this strange habit of tearing off tiny pieces around the edges of bread and circular food items until she reached the center, which she saved for last. Having been mid-bite when Grumple addressed her she sheepishly nodded in regards to the crumpets being delicious. In response to the question about heading to the Academy she glanced at the counter and shrugged her shoulder as she finished chewing and swallowing the bite she had. After pondering for a moment she responded to his question. “I suppose we could give it a try? … Would you be willing to help me fetch something after we visit your laboratory?”
Knowledge Nature:[dice=20] +12 [rand=9214144449228973645481591315218357849954559057635276846088293334]
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Post by blackhawk on Oct 25, 2012 11:16:10 GMT -4
(OOC: Do I know the time it takes to get to said Dojo, or can I find that out. If the second one, Diplo roll:[dice=20]?)[rand=077365985140204437530643369536847159008548129349959271928258240223]
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Post by irishmagician on Oct 25, 2012 17:34:03 GMT -4
As Vulgrim ponders, he remembers that the Jun Zi Dojo is about an hour's walk south of Oakdale, set back from the main road passing through the farmlands.
Naerwen gets the sense that the cat is most likely a magical creature of some sort, if it were to match the story told by the shopkeeper. It would make sense that it might be a familiar or something similar, if the shopkeeper was a practicioner of magic.
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Post by blackhawk on Oct 26, 2012 10:51:23 GMT -4
Vulgrim looks at the sky and moves his pack back into place. He shrugs. Might as well get a move on. He first pasuses at the inn to leave a message to his fellows should they return there and then begins his walk to the Dojo.
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Post by Deekin on Oct 27, 2012 0:58:50 GMT -4
(Cross-Deekin-GM-OOC: Taking some liberties here, it will become apparent why later on. You'll thank me later.)
As Vulgrim enters the Dragon's Claw Inn, the interior looks in much better repair than during the previous visit. Bustling with various patrons grabbing a pint and a bite to eat, Sarna and a few other barmaids hurry about serving the various tables amidst the main floor of the tavern. Flog is manning the spigots on several large casks of ale behind the bar counter, and appears to be swearing rather profusely. Occasionally, the swinging door to the kitchen slams open quickly, giving way to a large platter laden with various meats that zooms past at waist level; a kobold quickly becoming visible beneath the platter as he bears it along swiftly above his head to the various hungry townsfolk throughout the room. Sarna is the first to notice the dwarf, and moves to greet him with the grace of a practiced hostess.
"Ahhh, you arrrrre back! The little one hassssss told me much your adventure...you have my thhhhankssss for protecting him," Sarna hisses gratefully as she shifts a platter to one side. She listens to Vulgrim's request and the message he wishes to pass along, and nods. "I ssssee, I will let them know iffff I happen to ssssee thhhhem. Do take Deekin withhhh you, iffff you would? Even tthhhough we are bussssy, it issss not ssssafffffe to travel ttthhhe roadssss alone." Sarna beckons to Deekin with an undulating series of hisses. He nods with comprehension, and zooms back into the kitchen with a now-empty platter. A brief moment passes, and he returns laden with his adventuring gear. Sarna bends down to give him a hug, and passes a small pouch to him. She turns to the dwarf as she nudges the kobold past him out the door. "Would it be alright iffff you might wait a moment? Ttthhe little one spoke offff undead, I ssssent him to get sssomettthhing tthhat might be ussseffful ifff bottthh offf you happen to meet sssome along tthhe way."
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A brief Deekin-sized moment later, in the 'Spells n' Brews Shoppe' nearby...
"Would you be willing to help me fetch something after we visit your laboratory?"
The door to the shop opens with a small jingle of a bell, the familiar face of Deekin enter the shop with a bag clutched in his claws. An amused smile comes over Morganna's face as he enters, while the cat leaps off the counter to disappear into the shop. "Well, look who we have here," she says with a cackle/laugh. "This appears to be a day for visitors, if I do say so myself. Do ye need something, dearie?" Morganna asks the kobold. He replies by coming up to the counter and handing her the pouch, which she opens and examines the contents.
"Nice dragon lady tellses Deekin to tell Granny that she should read the note in the bagses," Deekin says. "Deekin needses it for great adventure with dwarfses, oh yes!"Morganna is grinning widely at the kobold, apparently finding great pleasure/amusement in his demeanor. While a nod, she hobbles off into the shop, appear to to look for something. Meanwhile, Deekin jumps in surprise as he notices the other two occupants of the shop. "Oooh! Deekin seeses elfses and small person with bombses, oh yes! Oooh, does Deekin smellses crumpetses?"
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Post by blackhawk on Oct 27, 2012 10:39:12 GMT -4
Vulgrim nods and smiles at Sarna's welcome. He listens as she speaks and nods when she reaches the end. "Aye, If ye wish I can take 'em with me. I donnae mind the company, as it is a mite bit of a walk."
Vulgrim reaches into his purse and grabs a coin or two.
"Since I am waitin for a bit..." He punks himself down at the bar or a conveniently empty table and shrugs off his pack. "Have ye a mug of stout and a bit o' meat? I could use a bit before I get 'te walkin."
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Post by mith on Oct 28, 2012 20:51:09 GMT -4
"No, no, wouldn't mind at all," Grumplestiltskin replies to Naerwin. "Of course we can run your errand as well. Although, ah, it might be awhile - " He breaks off as Deekin rushes into the shop and converses with the shopkeeper.
"Hello Deekin! No sign of our other, more temporary Kobold, eh?" He pushes his last crumpet, and the honey and jam, along the low counter towards Deekin. "Thought not. Ah well - we'll see you back at the Inn later anyway I expect, after I've had a chance to put together some new toys."
He cheerfully picks up his pack and thanks the old shopkeeper. "Mighty delicious crumpets, thank you! You can be sure I'll be back next time I run out of dried oakweed and silverstone essence! Ready, Naerwin?"
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