Turn TenGive Deafarse Morris and his mate a dime (10 green farthings) each for their exceptionally helpful advice.
Action Addendum: Liberate self politely from Lady Foxglove after tipping Deafarse and the other guy (Cadge-ear?) and look for an armorer. Inquire on the price of an iron cuirass and a helmet.
Gervedder hands Deafarse and Cadge-ear a handful of green farthings each – enough to probably buy a gallon of ale each but not enough to keep track of – and wanders down a likely looking street that branches off away from the main square.
After a good deal of distraction and diversion which seems inexplicably to take hours, he comes across a decent looking armourer’s workshop and asks about some basic armour.
”An iron cuirass and a helmet you say? I could do you the pair for, say… 200 Yuros? You’ve got to admit, that’s quite a bargain, seeing as how it’d probably reduce your chances of serious injury to the relevant parts by, ooh, about one sixth?”
Stagger through town, sniffing for the aroma of coffee or bacon.
Meanwhile, in the seedier parts of town…
”Guuuuuh. Hizdlzdlzdlz. Faaaak. Fukken cheap ale...”…Bukkar keels over in a corner to retch profusely, and before he can react some lowlife smacks him over the head with a brick and ransacks his pockets!
He flees before Bukkar can even stop retching!
Find a shop dispensing fine swag for one trained in the magical arts.
”Fine swag!” calls the fairly round man standing behind a stall outside of a dark-windowed shop down a side street.
”Fine swag for one trained in the magical arts! All genuine and legit! Oh, ‘ello sir! What you be after then? Ooh, wait – you look as though you might be trained in the magical arts. Come inside. You after something genuine and legit? Or just some kind of… love potion or something? Ha! A fine looking fellow like you wouldn’t be needing a love potion, eh? I bet you just need to wink and smile, eh? Eh? Nudge nudge? Wink wink? Eh? I bet your wife’s a g- er… anyway… What you after?”Action: Take ten Yuros and look for some sort of beauty salon-get my hair done up nice in a place with a vanity quenching mirror to check my reflection. Drag Grevedder Whiz clothes shopping if he does not resist too much. He needs to look PRESENTABLE.
Search for a tailor who is willing to repair my robe with the Raider Armor. If I can't find one, look for a magic shop.
Not far away, close to the main square, Whiz the wizard is standing arms folded in growing boredom and irritation as he watches Lady Foxglove Vainglorious III’s reflection in the long and well lit mirror in what, he’s been assured, is a beauty salon. It’s a new experience for him. As he watches slightly less vain and glorious customers come and go, nattering like hamsters and preening like peacocks, he’s not entirely sure he sees the point.
Envying Medha’s freedom – she has just finished watching the pair through the window and left to find something more interesting to spend her money on – Whiz turns to leave. He might not see the point of this level of vanity, but he’s growing more and more aware that his dress is rather badly torn, and he means to attend to it.
”WHIZ! I say dear! We aren’t very well done yet, are we. I said last night: you MUST look PRESENTABLE! Don’t move another inch before this lovely mademoiselle has finished this last eyelash!”… … … … … …
A few hours later Whiz finally escapes. He has tried on more outfits in these few hours than he had during the rest of his adult life, but he’s escaped. He’s carrying more than 7 Yuros worth of fine –and presentable – clothing in a variety of prettily decorated paper bags, but after several minutes of bitter verbal struggle he’s managed to retain his three quarter length dress, and he’s now searching for a tailor with less fancy clientele who might be willing to repair it for him.
It’s his favourite dress and he’s had it for
years.
Barely thirty minutes later it’s his favourite dress with mastercrafted leather reinforced shin protection!
Item Acquired: Whiz:
Raider’s Dress of Shin ProtectionCasually take out the severed rib and fashion it into a necklace. Walk off equally casually, with Foxglove, just to see what she's doing and maybe shenanigans will happen.
Then stock up on actual bandages at the next place that offers them. Look for a magic shoppe of the more seedy sort or some place to buy chest protection as well.
Medha’s feet should feel tired after hours following Lady Foxglove and Whiz traipse around various fancy clothes shops; after miles dashing up and down from shops of
General Physick to seedy disreputable
Magic Shoppes, but they don’t. It’s hard to notice the fatigue in her feet when nearly all of her mind is concentrated on feeling terribly terribly smug about the amazing necklace she happened to just casually fashion out of her own rib whilst waiting for Whiz to step out of yet another changing room.
She stops once again to stare at her reflection in a shop window.
She can’t help herself but smile: she can’t fathom out what, exactly, it might do, but her new rib necklace is obviously of tremendous power – or at least, tremendous for her, mere Level One Curse Crafter! Ha – if only they could see her know, back at Curse Crafting College. She’d shove their
Miss Most Likely To Accidentally Curse Herself Class of 842 right up… right up their… dammit… right up somewhere painful.
Medha notices someone looking at it – or her – greedily as she fondly and absent-mindedly fingers the lowest point of the necklace. A lecherous looking ugly man with a large gut spilling out from under his grubby brown shirt like rising bread dough.
…Suddenly her fingers seem to tingle like the passing of pins and needles and there’s an ominous crack that Medha seems to recognise – an ominous crack and a dull thud as the lecherous man falls to the ground, writhing in pain with his ribs poking out through his shirt! Blood spurts bountifully and comically into the air!
Item Acquired: Medha:
Neckless of the RiblessAs the man gasps like a fish Medha thinks quickly. Nobody else in the street’s seemed to notice yet, but there’s a dying man spraying blood all over the floor and she’s the only person nearby.
Any passing eejit might well put two and two together.
She ducks into the shop next door.
”Got anything for chest protection, my good sir? Hehehe. Oh, hello there, Gervedder! I was just… looking for an armourer...””I’ve just said it to the gentleman here and I’ll say it to you too – I’ve got a nice shiny iron cuirass – that’d be a breastplate, to the uninitiated, ma’am – which you can have with a nice shiny helmet for two hundred Yuros. How about it?”Medha mentally counts through the few coins she has left in her pocket. She frowns to herself. She’s nearly two hundred short.
”Hmm – well. You both look fairly reputable types, though I dare say praps you’ve fallen on hard times. I’ll let you in on a little secret. I’ve got a bit of a rat problem in me basement. Ha! Yes, hard to fathom it, int it, but it’s true. See, I’ve also got a bit of a son problem down in the basement. The daft eejit’s got totally carried away trying to study all the magicks and that and I daren’t got down there no more. Gert bloody big rats the size of dogs they are. Right up to here,“ - the armourer points to his thigh –
”and right vicious little buggers. I haven’t been able to get to me stocks of iron for days. If you can shoo them off and tell me son he’s a naughty bloody boy and take… take away his stupid bloody magick, or whatever it is making all these gert big rats swarm about down there, then I’ll let you have your breastplates free, the two of you. Got a bit of a rat phobia, see, I have, and the last time I tried to stop him I didn’t hear the end of it for days. Good for his education, the wife says… Better’n growing up half deaf as a bleedin’ armourer, she says. Half deaf! Who wouldn’t be, after ten years listening to that foghorn! Eh?”He mumbles on for nearly a minute before remembering his customers.
”So – how about that, instead?”For a while there I was just going to RP/individually post everyone’s action/results, but then I was off the computer for a bit and then everyone posted and then etc. I’ll do that when appropriate and possible though.
Name: Tackov Cedtry
Class: Wind Mage
Status:Health: [HP: 50/50]Abilities: Wind Blast I,
Wind Step I,
Squishy,
Sissy Slap FightInventory: Minor Mana Potion x1,
Scroll of Beginner’s Fireball x1, 3 Yuros.
Name: Whiz
Class: Whiz Wiz(ard)
Status:Health: [HP: 75/75]Abilities: Shield I,
Gee, Mr. Whiz, You Sure Are Fast! Obviously a Powerful Wizard,
It’ll Make You Blind!Inventory: Damaged dress, Crossbow, Unlimited Quiver,
Raider’s Dress of Shin Protection, 7 Yuros, Fancy Clothes.
Name: Medha Correo
Class: Curse Crafter
Status:Health: [HP: 75/75] |
Severed Rib! |
Severed Rib!Abilities: Bad Luck Curse,
Curse of the Fool,
Wandering Asshole,
Curse of the Curse CrafterInventory: Dagger. Half a dress. 81 bandages,
Neckless of the Ribless.
Name: Gervedder Vietzo
Class: Opportunistic Messenger
Status:Health: [HP: 75/75]Abilities: This Messenger Delivers,
Make Way for the Messenger! Important,
Stop For DirectionsInventory: Crossbow, Unlimited Quiver, 8 Yuros.
Name: Lady Foxglove Vainglorious the III
Class: Ravenhaired Crusader
Status:Health: [HP: 75/75]Abilities:Opportunistic,
Honeyed Tongue,
Vain,
Self-RelianceInventory: Minor Health Potion x1, Crossbow, Unlimited Quiver, 2 Yuros.
Name: Bukkar Crangrom
Class: Ragin' Mage
Status: -1 Hungover penalty for 5 turns
Health: [HP: 75/75]Abilities: Ass of the Flaming Foot I,
Lightning Fist I,
Always Looking For a Fight,
Always Hungover Inventory: Minor Health Potion x1, 2 Yuros.
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