AoW: The Whispering Cairn

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Tidwoad's

Fortus finds that the milk is actually not normal milk. Its a special brew made in town commonly referred to as Miner's Milk. Its a thick and syrupy alcoholic beverage. Its a whiskey brewed in several distilleries behind the Hungry Gar. Local Workers like to claim that a single drop can crack stone. {OOC: Make a Fort save.}
 
Tidwoad's

Fortus drinks the rest of his miner's milk, and as he starts to leave, he feels the floor start to slide out from under him. He tumbles away from reality into a murky pool of unconciousness...

Venelle's

Jaiden finds Venelle's shop. A redolance of fresh pine suffuses this handsome establishment, a distinctive structure that incorporates intricate carved patterns and upright logs.

Inside, the proprieter, Venelle, greets you as you enter. "Hullo there." and sets aside a mighty longbow she was working on. The shop is a bit chaotic, with various items piled on tables. Armor sits loosely on too-small dummies. This shop seems to be focused primarily on high quality bowery and fletching items, though there is a good supply of melee weapons as well.
 
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Mohan

Mohan took his purchases and headed back towards where Slade had remained. He stopped along the way to catch a rabbit (Survival - take 10 = 15), which he would cook when he arrived.

"Slade?" He called out when he reached the office.
 
Slade

The warforged had pretty much finished his labor for the time being, a considerable amount of debris having been cleared out in the time they were gone. In his usual baritone type of voice, he answered Mohan as soon as his name was called.

"Yes Mohan?"
 
Mohan

"I have two more ropes, three torches" he opened his belt pouch and took out the alchemist's fire "and this. I asked a few questions about the acid scorched walls and we may have found an acid beetle nest. This should deal with it."

He replaced the flask, then set his pack down on the ground to one side. "Have any of the others returned?"
 
Fortus

Fortus was deep within a drunken stupor...partly the fault of his own momentary short-sightedness and youth. At any rate, the artificer seemed to be out of it for the time being....until he wakes.
 
Tidwoad's

Kurdak eventually wakes up. He finds himself slumped in the corner of Tidwoads. The Dwarf is nowhere to be seen, but a Gnome woman is sitting at a desk to the side of the room, writing on some papers.

Judging by the light, you've been out for 3 hours.
 
Fortus

Fortus blinks blearily and for a minute or so nurses his sore head...that so-called milk had alcoholic qualities that had taken the artificer completely unawares and was by far the strongest liquor he had ever tasted. He slowly picks himself up and makes his way to the gnome woman thinking an apology was in order.

"My humblest apologies for my respite in the corner...I had consumed milk that was far stronger than I suspected, but thankyou for keeping my safe"
 
Tidwoad's

The woman gives a bit of a start when you speak aloud. "Oh! Hi there. Can't hold you're drink can you? Heh, thats ok. I've spent my fair share of an evening under the table, you know. By the Host, I was a bit rambuntious back in my younger days." She proceeds to tell you a story about some party she remembers where she actually met King Boranel of Breland. It appears she intends to go into full detail about this party for another three hours.
 
Fortus

Fortus smiles wryly and nods at the gnome's recollection of the King of Breland. However, other urgent matters were at hand such as purchasing the masterwork tool and then rejoining his companions. He hadn't time to stand around for hours more listening to a recollection of a past party in the present circumstances.

"That is indeed fascinating about you meeting the King Boranel as it seems like it was something to remember years after," Fortus said smiling," but I have pressing matters to see to and my companions will have wondered where I've disappeared to and all."
 
Tidwoad's

The gnome's eyes light up as you mention pressing matters. "Oh really? Some big to-do going on about the town? Do tell, Do tell!"
 
Fortus

"I'm to purchase a masterwork tool to aid me in my artificing and rejoin my companions...I really should be going now, and thanks again for keeping me safe!" Fortus said politely, knowing that this woman could go on for hours. Giving a friendly salute, the artificer exited the bank.
 
Hazrad

Hazrad himself had a fairly easy trip back into town; gathering his lantern and oil flasks, as well ass his crossbow and its bolts. Taking time to tell his co-worker that he'd be away for what appeared to be another few days, taking a much needed "vacation" before heading back to the run down building.
 
Fortus

From the town square, Fortus tried to remember who it was who sold masterwork tools of the like he was needing. After thinking for a bit, the artificer made his way to Osgood Smithy passing some few off-duty miners and locals along the way. Eventually Fortus arrives at the forge and enters.
 
Osgood Smithy

A sign with a distinctive "O" hangs over the doorway. That "O" is more than just Manlin Osgood's maker's mark. It is a regional sign of quality powerful enough that lesser blacksmiths in neighboring communities often forge it to maintain competitive parity.

Inside the rather large smithy, you see no less than 8 smiths, hammering away at projects, both literally and figuratively. One of them, a middle-aged human with a bald head and a walrus-like mustache, sets aside a piece of armor he was examining long enough to walk up to you and offer a firm, hearty handshake. "Good afternoon, Sir. Welcome to my shop. How can I help you today?"
 
Fortus

Fortus shook the hand of the smithy before him, presumably the owner Manlin Osgood himself. Briefly noting the presence of the other smithies within the forge, the artificer put forth his query.

"Greetings to you also my good man, I was wondering if you had any masterwork tools for sale?"
 
Osgood Smithy

Manlin smiles and nods. "Of course, sir. Nothing but the finest quality. What sort of craft are you interested in?

Oh! Where are my manners? I'm Manlin Osgood, Owner, and head smith. And you are...?"

As he speaks, he guides you over to a section of the smithy that has some goods on display. There are several household items, such as canteens, canisters, and the like. With them are various tools, each stamped with the same distinctive 'O' mark on the handle.

There are chisels for sculpting, woodworking, and stone or gem-cutting. There are hammer and tongs for blacksmithing, weapon and armor smithing. There are various knives for carving, whittling, or scraping.
 
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