Deimos
Arrivals upon arrivals lent amusements in different arrays, greeting Talyson with a nod, content with the enthusiasm. “We need to get the supplies first,” pausing for a moment as Evie started gliding in. “I figured we could place them in either the Council Hall or the Barracks,” whichever amounted to more storage.
The Abandoned earned herself a suitable eyeroll, snort, and gesture of put-upon sighs. “I do not recall you complaining last night,” as explosions of incantations rippled through training grounds, magic tossed and ignited as they escalated in ridiculous factions; reminiscent of times before. The air of some deliberation lit his features in the lightest of Cheshire grins though, tilting his head to rumble a low whisper near crimson locks. “I doubt Ru would care if we broke in.” Noting it in the back of his mind for future antics.
Sah’s entrance gave way to another nod of his cranium, though his narrowed eyes pinpointed the yawn. Making no mention of it, other than contemplation, the Sword realized there’d been a lack of introductions. Once Sah had finished, the General persisted, jutting his jaw towards each in turn. “Evie intends to become an apothecarist here. Sah is our advisor, Talyson a courier.”
With that done, he glanced down at his list of notations, and tried, with great difficulty, not to laugh at the sudden swell of mischievous conjuring. The machinations turned and twisted into further juvenile reasoning – perhaps to ensure some others got along. Maybe to test. Possibly to torment. Probably all of that at once.
His explanations started lightly, nothing presumptuous. “Gathering supplies will be the largest component today – adequate means of food that can last for a long period of time, and weapons, means of defense.” And while Deimos could make quite a few of them, relying on him to sit for hours a day carving out shields, axes, and armor was a bit ridiculous.
Thereafter, the lightest smirk settled in the corner of his mouth. “Sah and Talyson, if you can find a way to cooperate, you may go haggle with the shopkeepers for food. I have given them warnings that we would be by today.” A pause, allowing that moment and direction to soak in. “Evie and I will go snag some weapons.”
Self-assured that this would go swimmingly, and mostly for his own amusements, the Sword permitted them to wander off.
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Haggle with shopkeepers and gather supplies! Success will be determined by dice roll, items offered to barter with NPCs, and negotiating capabilities!
No post order! NPC choices are as follows:
- Mrs. Knotwise (the name rings true; but she can prepare many dishes)
- Mr. Took (butcherer; very grumpy)
- Ms. Lothran (maker of fine armor, very quiet/meek)
- The Banks family (excellent weapon masters, but known for their high prices)
The Abandoned earned herself a suitable eyeroll, snort, and gesture of put-upon sighs. “I do not recall you complaining last night,” as explosions of incantations rippled through training grounds, magic tossed and ignited as they escalated in ridiculous factions; reminiscent of times before. The air of some deliberation lit his features in the lightest of Cheshire grins though, tilting his head to rumble a low whisper near crimson locks. “I doubt Ru would care if we broke in.” Noting it in the back of his mind for future antics.
Sah’s entrance gave way to another nod of his cranium, though his narrowed eyes pinpointed the yawn. Making no mention of it, other than contemplation, the Sword realized there’d been a lack of introductions. Once Sah had finished, the General persisted, jutting his jaw towards each in turn. “Evie intends to become an apothecarist here. Sah is our advisor, Talyson a courier.”
With that done, he glanced down at his list of notations, and tried, with great difficulty, not to laugh at the sudden swell of mischievous conjuring. The machinations turned and twisted into further juvenile reasoning – perhaps to ensure some others got along. Maybe to test. Possibly to torment. Probably all of that at once.
His explanations started lightly, nothing presumptuous. “Gathering supplies will be the largest component today – adequate means of food that can last for a long period of time, and weapons, means of defense.” And while Deimos could make quite a few of them, relying on him to sit for hours a day carving out shields, axes, and armor was a bit ridiculous.
Thereafter, the lightest smirk settled in the corner of his mouth. “Sah and Talyson, if you can find a way to cooperate, you may go haggle with the shopkeepers for food. I have given them warnings that we would be by today.” A pause, allowing that moment and direction to soak in. “Evie and I will go snag some weapons.”
Self-assured that this would go swimmingly, and mostly for his own amusements, the Sword permitted them to wander off.
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Haggle with shopkeepers and gather supplies! Success will be determined by dice roll, items offered to barter with NPCs, and negotiating capabilities!
No post order! NPC choices are as follows:
- Mrs. Knotwise (the name rings true; but she can prepare many dishes)
- Mr. Took (butcherer; very grumpy)
- Ms. Lothran (maker of fine armor, very quiet/meek)
- The Banks family (excellent weapon masters, but known for their high prices)
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
