11.16.2006
The Gorgos Meteorologic Institute
Thaka, 4 points of damage is quite a lot for a 15 year old 0 level Prince. He stumbles around after you clock him soundly on the temple, and sits down. The Ambassador gives you a worried look, but the Prince seems intact, just bruised. He woozily shakes your hand and lies down for a little nap. The kid seems alright though, and you catch him practicing some more feints and thrusts later in the evening, despite a big black-n-blue goose egg above his eye.
50 gp buys a damn good cloak. Sounds like you want some quality work there. It'll be ready on day 5, then, just before you leave. Cash up front please.
The blacksmiths are a pair of orcs. Maybe brothers, as the name of the place is Joon Brothers Steelworks. Joon? Maybe they're Korean? Alright, making them a new sign gets you an 'in', and for every half-day you work as a skilled laborer (successful skill check on a relevant skill), you'll get 10 gp towards your armor. Every half-day you fail a check, you get 1 gp. No money that day if you roll a nat 20, double money that day if you roll a nat 1. Given that you already have 200 gp, you might be able to get a loan from your pals, the ambassador, or maybe you've got enough in $$ and stuff to trade that you could come up with the 400 gp total somehow this week. All that makes my head hurt, so you make the blogrolls and do the math.
As much as Gorgos has to offer, a giant lawn for jousting is not easily available. The place is seriously congested, and the logistics of blocking off a major avenue for the afternoon for jousting... well, the ambassador discourages the Prince from trying to do this. Despite being the Prince of Onze, your net Gorgos clout isn't maybe as high as hoped.
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Threnody, the 'mage's guild' is the New Organization of Responsible Magic-users (NORM). They've subsumed the prior functions of the Potion Guild; however, for the most part, potions are no longer in production due to cultural stigma. You're a member of NORM by default, being a hermetic spellcaster; NORM seems mainly to be a regulatory body and PR firm these days.
You swing by the branch office and inquire about things. They give you the standard 'no fireballs in public' kind of thing.
"Well, we've had some were-boar problems up on the main island along the coast, since you mention it. They're usually pretty docile, but something seems to have gotten them stirred up. More interesting is what we're hearing about were-rats these days. One of the fringe islands... er, Piccolo I think, well the Guild of Ratcatchers has been requesting some help for awhile now. But Piccolo, it's a strange sort of place. No money. Lots of garbage." The helpful elf shrugs.
If you want to become an active member of NORM, you have to pay 100 gp and provide one public service (anywhere in the IK). You can then chill in the guild halls, swap spells, attend research lectures, that kind of good stuff. NORM really doesn't care for your CHA checks, they just want your money and your skills.
Silver arrows are 1 gp each. Char sheet changes noted, cool.
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Okay Azoth, you hire Captain Stefan and a subset of his crew. They'll take the Bronze Dragon out to Lukros tomorrow morning. Any of the other PCs can come along if you want.
The next day, you and anyone else who chimes in sail out of Gorgos waters. It's another gorgeous sunny day. Sorry Thaka.
Lukros island is about an hour away. It's small. It's essentially a big rock with a glorified lighthouse on it. But damn, what a lighthouse. It's a giant metal and stone tower. Looks like there's construction going on, as metal scaffolding surrounds the tower. A small boat is docked here.
There's no one outside, not that there's anyplace to stand really. The mate and a couple sailors get you in a rowboat and row you to the docks. "We'll wait here for ya chief."
You walk the ten yards or so to the front- and only- door, a massive thing made of iron. Knock knock. No answer. Try the handle- it's locked. Hmm. Aside from the roar of the sea, it's strangely quiet here.
"What's goin on chief?" one of the sailors inquires. Good question.
50 gp buys a damn good cloak. Sounds like you want some quality work there. It'll be ready on day 5, then, just before you leave. Cash up front please.
The blacksmiths are a pair of orcs. Maybe brothers, as the name of the place is Joon Brothers Steelworks. Joon? Maybe they're Korean? Alright, making them a new sign gets you an 'in', and for every half-day you work as a skilled laborer (successful skill check on a relevant skill), you'll get 10 gp towards your armor. Every half-day you fail a check, you get 1 gp. No money that day if you roll a nat 20, double money that day if you roll a nat 1. Given that you already have 200 gp, you might be able to get a loan from your pals, the ambassador, or maybe you've got enough in $$ and stuff to trade that you could come up with the 400 gp total somehow this week. All that makes my head hurt, so you make the blogrolls and do the math.
As much as Gorgos has to offer, a giant lawn for jousting is not easily available. The place is seriously congested, and the logistics of blocking off a major avenue for the afternoon for jousting... well, the ambassador discourages the Prince from trying to do this. Despite being the Prince of Onze, your net Gorgos clout isn't maybe as high as hoped.
...
Threnody, the 'mage's guild' is the New Organization of Responsible Magic-users (NORM). They've subsumed the prior functions of the Potion Guild; however, for the most part, potions are no longer in production due to cultural stigma. You're a member of NORM by default, being a hermetic spellcaster; NORM seems mainly to be a regulatory body and PR firm these days.
You swing by the branch office and inquire about things. They give you the standard 'no fireballs in public' kind of thing.
"Well, we've had some were-boar problems up on the main island along the coast, since you mention it. They're usually pretty docile, but something seems to have gotten them stirred up. More interesting is what we're hearing about were-rats these days. One of the fringe islands... er, Piccolo I think, well the Guild of Ratcatchers has been requesting some help for awhile now. But Piccolo, it's a strange sort of place. No money. Lots of garbage." The helpful elf shrugs.
If you want to become an active member of NORM, you have to pay 100 gp and provide one public service (anywhere in the IK). You can then chill in the guild halls, swap spells, attend research lectures, that kind of good stuff. NORM really doesn't care for your CHA checks, they just want your money and your skills.
Silver arrows are 1 gp each. Char sheet changes noted, cool.
...
Okay Azoth, you hire Captain Stefan and a subset of his crew. They'll take the Bronze Dragon out to Lukros tomorrow morning. Any of the other PCs can come along if you want.
The next day, you and anyone else who chimes in sail out of Gorgos waters. It's another gorgeous sunny day. Sorry Thaka.
Lukros island is about an hour away. It's small. It's essentially a big rock with a glorified lighthouse on it. But damn, what a lighthouse. It's a giant metal and stone tower. Looks like there's construction going on, as metal scaffolding surrounds the tower. A small boat is docked here.
There's no one outside, not that there's anyplace to stand really. The mate and a couple sailors get you in a rowboat and row you to the docks. "We'll wait here for ya chief."
You walk the ten yards or so to the front- and only- door, a massive thing made of iron. Knock knock. No answer. Try the handle- it's locked. Hmm. Aside from the roar of the sea, it's strangely quiet here.
"What's goin on chief?" one of the sailors inquires. Good question.
