Re: Act 1, Scene 2: "Taking Care of Business" (Game Thread)

[kerap]

Artanis grins. Although he cannot help but wonder how many of the yellow hides are hiding in this very town.

[Jenara]

MIra stays close to Yasir listening to him with interest before moving him away from the group, they appear to talk for a few moments before rejoining the group.

"Weapons? Catapults? They all know that something is out there... I think perhaps the music is connected to it." Shaking her head she keeps the Warrior close and grits her teeth. "I don't think that gold is the most important thing here."

[Nocturno]

"Catapults eh? I don't see any!!" he will pull on Yasir's free arm. "Can you show it to me? Where is it? How is it hidden so well?"

[TristenC]

Yasir chuckles good-naturedly at the Kender’s enthusiasm, and crouches to one knee so they are more at eye level. He points along their now-mutual vantage to the cliff-side near the North edge of town. There, high on the bluff, stands a large Hawk-like construction practically the size of a house! It looks down upon the main drawbridge and docks of the town below like a great bird of prey seeking some hapless victim. The weapon is constructed of the finest materials, and ornately fashioned to resemble a hawk. A pair of glass eyes set in the finely detailed face catch glimmers of the mid-afternoon sun as if to flash a warning to all who approach Harmonia. That, my curious friend, is no mere statue but an engine of power and destruction! Such things can turn the tide of war and shape countries if used properly. He remains low with Pyros a bit, admiring the craftsmanship from afar… gradually his eyes drift towards the bard, admiring other parts of the nearby scenery…

[OOC: I went to a birthday party this weekend for my 3 year old nephew. I almost did a double-take when I realized he and Pyros are the same height; 3 feet exactly

The catapult is item 11 on the map of Harmonia in the Party Knowledge thread.]

[Nocturno]

Pyros will oooh in wonder of the Catapult, then he will follow Yasir's gaze to the bard, and will blush when he realizes what he is looking at.

"Oy! No getting distracted! You have to keep us safe from any of those Wolves the size of horses!" he will say this while delivering an elbow into what ever part of Yasir's torso is down at his level.

[Jenara]

Mira giggles over the interaction between Yasir and Pyros, moving over she waves her finger tutting. "Oh Yasir, eyes up." Still giggling she takes the Warrior and the Kender by the hands. "So we know they are frightened, just like we are. I'm going to read that book. Who's coming?" She asks pausing.

[Nocturno]

Pyros will jump up. "I will not miss a chance to see that little Garibald again!"

[TristenC]

Merrick shrugs as if it were understood, given their prior agreement. Elsa nods, and Yasir turns to the Ranger, maybe we should stick together after the incident in the shop.

[Jenara]

"Of course! Come on then." Letting go of Pyros she walks a few paces ahead with Yasir.

[Nocturno]

Pyros will be looking for anything interesting on the way, but will stay on course mostly as he wants to see the familiar again.

[Rivi]

OCC: sorry for being a bit absent i'm getting ready for a vacation and iv been sick so good timing i will still be posting during my vacation

cross nods fallowing to the shop maybe some reading will take his mind off his past

[TristenC]

TristenC
Artanis, Cal, Cross, Elsa, Merrick, Mira, Pyros and Yasir: Toad’s Toe
The Warrior and the Bard lead on, arm in arm, towards the shop. Traveling Southwest along The Loop, the group again notes the ever-present distance the townsfolk keep from them. Nobody makes eye contact, though several people steal glances here and there. They pass John’s shop and the Silver scale just before turning down the next side street. The buildings nearby quickly drop in quality, and the old scars of what appears to be several swordfights decorating the side walls of the structures. While there are several people about in the mid-afternoon, many of them decide that now is the time to be indoors or elsewhere… apparently a large diverse party of heavily armed Humans, Elves and ‘children’ is not the norm even here.

Once the group reaches the intersection colloquially known as Five Points”, Mira leads them straight West towards the wall. This block is almost completely uninhabited, and there is an open area near the wall itself about midway between two of the ramparts on its 15’ height.
The door to the shop proves to be unlocked, so the group heads inside. The room is about 10’ wide, and just as deep, but the counter separates the far side. An old oaken door set in the center of the back wall stands partially open, and all manner of odd smells and bubbling sounds come from beyond, along with a faint lamplight. The front counter divides the room in two and is probably 4’high but stretches the full width of the room with no visible way to cross beyond into the back. Rows of narrow shelving adorn the back wall with dozens of books, nick-nacks, vials, scrolls, obvious spell components, mushrooms, small stone statues, lichens clinging to stones and who knows what else.

Rautant, old man with wispy white hair and a silvery beard, stands writing something behind the counter. The top of his head is mostly bald and scattered with small tan spots and tiny purple veins here-and there. His eyes, one blue-violet and the other milky-white, regard them as he looks up. A smile crosses his face at the sight of Mira, and the others as they crowd into the small area in front of the counter. He gives Yasir an appraising look, but speaks to them all. Welcome back. If this is a robbery you should know that I carry less than five silver pieces in loose change… he jests. Merrick trails the group and the old man looks beyond to him. Ah, there you are. Serath said you might be by for our arrangement. He stoops behind the counter and produces a small cloth sack which he sets on the counter. I’ll get what I need from him later. Turning back to the group Well, well. What brings you all to my ramshackle shop this fine eve? Some light reading perhaps? he asks with a spark in his good eye.

Pyros’ eyes immediately go to the counter where he finds A grey, knobbly-Toad statue resting.

[Time is 3:30 pm]
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[OOC: The front of the shop is large enough to accommodate the party (so long as they’re friendly) but that is about the limit. There is space between the wall and the shop if Artanis wants to practice dual-wielding longswords. With practically nobody around it won’t attract much attention if any.

A Gnome, Kender and a Halfling walk into a magic shop… gotta be a joke there somewhere
The party is pretty diverse. Bard, Warrior, Cleric, Thief, Ranger/Druid, Mage, Illustionist/Rogue… not to mention the races: Silvanesti Elf and half-elf, Forgotten Realms Half-elf, Gnome, Kender, Halfling and a couple humans… all we need now is a Dwarf Paladin ]

[Nocturno]

Pyros will slip to the front and poke at the statue.

"Now how do you get this little guy to work?" he will give Rautaunt a pleading look.

[TristenC]

When Pyros pokes the toad it lets out a loud, indignant Croak! before hopping a few feet down the counter to the surprise of those not familiar with Garibald's antics. Elsa's laugh bursts from her. Careful, Pyros. He might not like that... she giggles. You could get warts!

[Rivi]

cross bends low looking at the "toad"at eye level