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[Dwarmin]

((@Lawas: Ey, my vanity penalty should be off my sheet for now
Also, where'd my 8 Yuros go? The price of fashion? I don't see anything in my inventory...))

Whoops, so it should.

The 1 Yuro was for the beauty salon, the 7 Yuros was the price of Lord Whiz's fashion

((They why isn't there anything in Whizs inventory? Even if he's not wearing it at the moment, it should come in handy.))

[Errol]

"Don't worry, Mr. Armorer, I got a bit of a... knack for dealing with children...
Well, off to look for the other two troublemakers. This'll be over in no time!"

Look for the other two gentlemen of our party. That is, if I see any wake of destruction or unexplainable gales, I'd better follow them. Uh. Otherwise, ask reputable bystanders whether they have by any chance seen someone of that sort of description? Should be a plan.

((Personally, I imagine that every time Medha tries to look sexy, the results are 'cute' at best... if you are into pale skin, missing ribs and washing twice per month, that is...))

[Chink]

"Ah, where'd that fellow go who fobbed Adelige off on me? I think he said he was to the armorer, and I need something to cover my face and other parts of my body too. Still, I should probably check out the magic shops first."

Look for Gervedder after browsing through the nearby magic shops.

[Toaster]

((You could do a Barbie impression now, what with the missing ribs...))


"Do tell me more about those fireball scrolls, I might have a spot in my robe for one of those.  What other more basic items do you have, as well?"

[Tiruin]

((You could do a Barbie impression now, what with the missing ribs...))

((O horrors of humane mind be born, beneath the toil of thought and wonder; horrors of wicked design shall spawn, reasons which we hadn't pondered.))

[lawastooshort]

"Do tell me more about those fireball scrolls, I might have a spot in my robe for one of those.  What other more basic items do you have, as well?"

Look for Gervedder after browsing through the nearby magic shops.

”You read it, you kind of, how can I put it, point at someone with your mind, and, if you’re of a magical persuasion, a bleedin’ great fireball blasts them to smithereens. That’s about all there is to tell, really. Writing disappears afterwards, of course, but then you knew that. The more… basic items are, well, kind of trinkets, really. Not much use to a proper magicking type, but believed to be of use by some. Keeping warts at bay, correcting minor ailments, charming a lover, well, a would-be lover, you know. Things that haven’t really… got much serious magic in them. Oh, hello – another foreign magicky type. How can I help you sir? A Minor Health Potion? A Minor Mana Potion? Scroll of Beginner’s Fireball? Inflict Flatulence? No, you look like a more serious type, eh?”

…   …   …   …   …   …

A while later, Lady Foxglove is impatiently tapping her fingers on a crossed arm outside the armourer’s, Medha is standing about sheepishly trying not to look at the dead man on the ground with his ribs sticking out because she’s never seen him before and doesn’t know anything about it no sir, and Bukkar is crumpled against a wall holding his head in both hands. He smells as if he’s spent half an hour vomiting over his shoes followed by three hours lying in a gutter down near the docks, which is inexplicable, ‘cos he only went off to have a quick pint before searching for a gymnasium in which to train the finely honed fighting instrument which is his body, yes ladies - give these biceps a quick squeeze, eh, they're like bars of iron! Steel! Dragonbone! He turns briefly away to retch of a moment.

The threesome continue waiting for Gervedder to drag the two wizards from the wizardy magick type shoppe.

[Toaster]

"Righto, good sir.  I'll have one of those fireball scrolls, and perhaps we'll do business again later.  Thank you kindly!"

Buy the scroll and head off to find the others.  Something tells me to look near an armory!

[Chink]

Buy the Health Potion Scroll of Fireball and go with Gervedder(Gervedder isn't here yet, so) start practicing shooting.

[Dwarmin]

Lady Foxglove was bored.

She hated being bored almost as much as hated goats.

She decided to go and find something to peg her new crossbow at-unlimited arrows were great for training the new blood, she remembered Des saying that in one of his letters.

Action: Lady Foxglove practices chip shots on cans and bottles with her new crossbow while waiting for the Avengers to assemble.

Spoiler: Lumithean Magickal Compendium/The Unlimited Quiver (click to show/hide)

One of the wonders of modern warfare, the unlimited quiver solves one of the most elementary problems of warfare-ammunition conservation. It looks like an average quiver in every other respect, but as the name suggests, emits an unending stream of bolts-as many as the archer can draw. Originally an arcane invention of the High Elves, it found it's way to lesser races during their own precipitous fall. It was copied widely, but never quite improved.

The magical principle that allows this wonder is called 'Echoed Magic'-a rarely used and not very well understood facet of the arcane. High Elven researchers originally noted that during certain prestidigitations, about 5% of the time a similar item would be created in the same exact spot a moment later-which explains why summonings of materials and certain creatures sometimes fail, with items doubling within one another and self destructing. This echoing effect is caused by the reverberations of reality itself, a subject of much study in and of itself. Simple put, the 'tune' of creation occasionally seeks to harmonize the mortal races attempts as magical disjunction-for something to be made, something else must be destroyed. The energies expended double back and obliterate each other. Our modern Magic of course, subverts these natural laws most of the time...

The Unlimited Quiver works by tricking this effect, turning it into a positive benefit. The quiver itself is something like a ringing bell-one that catches the harmonizing tune of creation on purpose, attracting, trapping and amplifying it. The bolts themselves are also products of echoed magic, frozen in time the moment before they would normally double themselves-a notoriously tricky and time consuming task. Thus, as soon as one of the bolts that is placed in the quiver is removed, the quiver catches the echoing effect, the frozen time of the bolts is dispelled by the act of drawing it from it's sheath-and unerringly a perfect copy is created of the original item is created in it's original place. Every bolt will fly as straight and be as lethal as the one that preceded it. Oddly, the fired bolt itself will vanish without a trace in an few hours time, though by that point it has long done it's intended damage. This drawback is the main reason the echoing method has not been successfully copied in Lumithea to such things as waterskins and ration packs, as any nutrition or hydration gained would be redacted.

It's certain boon to whoever can afford them-it requires the services of at least a half dozen Archmages and three times that in Acolytes working for a week straight just to make one, and the price is considerable. Still, they are highly prized by both serious adventurers and well equipped mercenary groups-or anyone that can get their hands on them. Brigand, Rebel and Partisan forces will pay a small fortune to use them, as it gives them unending firepower (often a single quiver can supply an entire attack force for a single raid) without having to worry about supply lines.

Rumors persist in other planes and times, unlimited quivers are much more common-the secret to their manufacture improved to such a level that entire armies wield them...

[Errol]

"Oh god. I'm no stranger to bad smells, but this..."

Action: Somehow coax someone into coughing up some coffee. I'm leaving this to your devious creativity, lawas. Bacon and scrambled eggs would be optimal.

[Xantalos]

Hoy! You ... you bilge rat! I'll keeeel yuuuu! _{Oh my head}

Lurching upward, still spweing vomit everywhere, Bukkar runs after the thief!

[Toaster]

Despite a tricky road past arson and potential nudity, Roll to Dungeon Quest has finally fallen into shenanigans- this time, of the vomit related variety.  This one did take the whole prelude and ten turns of chapter one to happen, though.

[Dwarmin]

Yeah, we're never gonna find the magical flute now.

[Xantalos]

Yeah, we're never gonna find the magical flute now.

I'll find my way back to you guys soon enough.

[Tiruin]

((I doubt that this'll all end in failure because of recent events ))