Outside the inn of Bernie...Luke attempts to intimidate the sky into handing him his hammer back!
[Sanity roll: 3]
The sky remains standoffish and rather quiet. Luke decides that this is due to either of two reasons: perhaps the sky isn't a humanoid entity and can't answer his questions, or it's just hiding something and being a terrible liar about it. For the unlife of him, Luke can't figure out which one it is! However, there is a more urgent matter to attend to. He needs a blunt object of some kind to hammer him some nails!
[Search roll: 5]
After wandering back to the blacksmith's shop, he fetches yet another hammer (this one actually has a claw!) tucked in between some deceptively useless junk and goes right back to the inn. He shudders when he considers the sheer magnitude of the task ahead.
On the bad side of town...Yorinnsud shakes off his apprehensive feelings about unearthly, demonic screeches coming from the houses on his to-pillage list and gets back to work.
[Pillaging roll: 1]
As he begins to climb in through the now-broken window, he is greeted by an unusual sight. It looks kind of like a man, only stunted, hairy, savage and with demonic fire burning in its eyes. It begins to wiggle its barbed, hairy tail! Aw, it's happy to see him!
[D-Monkey vs. Yorinnsud: 5+1 vs. 3-
1+
1]
It leaps on top of him and gives him a friendly licking! Wait, no. The words are "savage chewing" and "slashing with a very nasty-looking tail". So easy to confuse those. And all this time, it keeps screeching like, well, exactly like you would imagine a thing like it screech, which is to say most terribly. It is not the very best of feelings, Yorinnsud finds. In fact, the thing has chewed off a sizable portion of his left arm!
Inside the blacksmith's shop...Not really in a particular rush,
Mark takes the bunch of daggers lying around in the blacksmith's shop and then tries to locate a bit of paper and a quill. And some ink.
[Search roll: 3]
He finds a piece of charcoal and a suitably pale piece of wood to draw on. Eh, good enough. He then tries to do an inventory of the buildings in town.
[Inventory taking roll: 1]
Let's see, there's the inn. And the smithy. But there's probably other stuff as well. He isn't sure. Yeah, there definitely should be other stuff! Like a magic emporium! And a mage's tower! And a gladiatorial arena, that would be amazing. And a place that sells magical armor of every sort! And an eatery for those other fellows, you know, the ones with digestive systems. And you can't forget about the children, either.
After a short while he has drafted up a long list of all the awesome things that
should be in Emlocke for it to be the best town in the Blacklands! He pins it up at the inn, beaming with the warm glow of accomplishment!
Next to a burning book...Intrigued by spontaneous biblio-combustion,
Vincent takes some more blood and draws a pentacle on the ground!
[Blood effects roll: 3]
It begins to glow oddly! Ooh, nice. Maybe he should get more of this stuff. Luckily, there's a handy source right next to him!
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