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[Dwarmin]

"...Well then, best of luck to you. If you're all agreed-there's a hard days work ahead of you, is there not?" He replies, seeming very satisfied.

Needless to say, at this point you're on your own. You can ask the Baron as much as you like, but eventually you're given the bums rush.

[Starting Gold rolls] ((going with your basic class rolls, x2))

Samara gains...200 gold
Aldeth gains...280 gold
Akira gains...240 Gold
Tadhg gains...280 gold
Sarco gains...240 gold
Kawtari gains...300 gold

...

Omlett is little more a collection of farms in a loose community, than a village proper-most of the people who live in town more or less serve the Baron directly, or what few travelers pass through like yourselves. There are four establishments large enough to be called businesses on main street.

Spoiler: Sunrise (click to show/hide)

The only physician in Omlett is a slight, young woman named Risey with a tired smile and some skill in surgery and herblore. She is generally the only person the locals can turn to for health care.

Services: Risey can attend to wounds gathered during your adventures, and knows how to cure some poisons and diseases. Due to her supply issues, she only sells health cordials for 50 gold each, as described below.

Healing Cordial
Magical healing is, in fact, fairly rare in Nepathica. What may be standard equipment to adventurers is less so to the common man and woman. Healing cordials are typically kept in very small glass bottles-the restorative liquid is so precious it must be administered in mere drops, and is only used when all other means have failed to save someone on the edge of death, to stabilize them from bleeding out
Effect: Heals 1 HP

Quest Hooks:
=Kill or Cure=
Risey's supplies are somewhat thin these days, due to the amounts of bandit creeping about the land. Her favored vale for obtaining Lampsur Fruit, the most vital healing ingredient in her mix, is overrun with criminals-former soldiers who have long since given up their duties, only retaining their uniforms for greater thuggery. She would no doubt reward anyone who helped her with this.

Spoiler: Ancid's Armor (click to show/hide)

Predictably run by the one old grizzled Dwarf in the neighborhood, Ancid has been lending his skills to Omlett ever since he retired from the Autumnal Military. Despite it's militaristic name, he doesn't really sell much actual armor.

Services: Ancid sells hunting and farming tools-mostly spears, hammers and sickles-at half price. He'll sell you some real weapons and armor if you have the gold for it and give him the time to make it.

Quest Hooks:
=Dragon Tyrant's Armor=
Ancid's actual Armor is prominently displayed in front of his Smithy in an enchanted glass case-he wore the armor back in his soldiering days. It’s design is worthy of Kings and Generals-it clearly incorporates the scales, bones and other parts of Dragons in an intimidating fashion of splintmail. Ancid has always claimed he took it from a great villain he personally defeated in battle. After retirement, he hung it in a prominent place of his shop…somewhat happy to be relieved of the burden of carrying such thing...he certainly values it beyond any price of gold.

Spoiler: Riddling Sphinx (click to show/hide)

A general goods store where the owner got in the habit of collecting oddities and junk. There are a good deal of exotic items on display, along with general gear mostly related to agriculture.

Services: The sphinx sells most general store items in abundance-candles, ropes, clothing, containers and such. It also has a small stock of peculiar 'arcane' items the owner seems to collect probably more out of the joy of displaying them, then ever hoping of selling them.

Spoiler: The Painted Flower (click to show/hide)

A surprisingly cozy inn is the largest and most prosperous business in Omlett-it doubles as a bar and general meeting area for most of the people in the region.

Services: For 1 gold piece a day, the Painted Flower offers private rooms for rest and recuperation-it serves meals, a few drinks (mostly local ales), and even breakfast.

=Quest Hooks: Chicken Food=
A local man who claims to be an alchemist insists he can return some of the more unfortunate townsfolk who have run across the mad mage and been transformed into fowl, back into humans. He's also saying he'll need a few very specific ingredients...

What happens next, is up to you...

[Flying Dice]

"Now, then," Samara begins, "I believe that it would be traditional to begin by nosing about a public house for information from drunkards and desperate locals, no? What was the name of the place... the Gilded Lily, or something equally gauche, I think?" she snorts.

[Criptfeind]

"I am not sure if the local drunks and other reprobates would be the greatest source of information on this mad wizard. Certainly he would fall in with his own kind, the scholarly community, or at least what passes for it around here. That healer, Risey. Perhaps?"

[GiglameshDespair]

"I have business with Ancid. We should meet at the inn at nightfall, or gather earlier if you find any hints of the mad."
Head to Ancid's Armoury

[kj1225]

Akira sneaks off towards the Healer's place.

[Dwarmin]

Ancid is small for a Dwarf, with a heavily muscled build typical of smiths-his small, beetle black eyes give him a somewhat ferocious glare. Though he does look his age, one has no doubt his mind is still sharp. He gives Kawtari a second glance as she enters.

"...Ah well. Ye ain't the strangest stranger ever to walk in here." he says, gesturing to his examples of metalwork. The majority of it is very high quality indeed, though it seems to lack inspiration. It's doubtful he gets much of a challenge. The dragon armor is prominent though, a queer mechanical mixture of dark red scales and what seems like thick, reptilian bones cast in a bronze alloy.

"Gawk all ya want, but what do ye want?" he says, in his best brusque Dwarven shopkeeping voice.

----

Akira skulks over to Sunrise-a charming little shop, not very large, not very clean-but certainly useful to the people who live here.

Risey is in, frowning over a mortar and pestle and carefully diluting small amounts of bright red liquid in a jar, with a clear liquid that looks like water. When Akira enters, she puts her tools to the side and addresses the Kenku with a bright...but, tired smile.

"Well, I 'spose you're one of the newcomers come to help us with...Poor Mad Markison. What brings you here, friend?" She says, a bit gently-almost as if she's not sure what to make of the stranger. Or perhaps she's a bit ashamed her shelves seem nearly depleted.

[kj1225]

Akira looks around for a few second before turning back to Risey.
"U-uh... I-I tho-thought it w-would be best to... a-ask around about h-him..."
Akira looks at what the healer was working on. She fidgets nervously and takes a half-step back towards the door.
"B-but if you're b-busy I c-can come back..."

[Flying Dice]

"I am not sure if the local drunks and other reprobates would be the greatest source of information on this mad wizard. Certainly he would fall in with his own kind, the scholarly community, or at least what passes for it around here. That healer, Risey. Perhaps?"

"If it pleases you, I suppose. Though you'd do well to remember that my ilk do not appreciate being compared to petty alchemists and hedge witches. I daresay she'll have had little more to do with him than anyone else, unless he was not in fact a scholar and magician of good repute-and that, my friend, is still very much within the realm of possibility, I fear."


To Risey's shop.

[Dwarmin]

Akira looks around for a few second before turning back to Risey.
"U-uh... I-I tho-thought it w-would be best to... a-ask around about h-him..."
Akira looks at what the healer was working on. She fidgets nervously and takes a half-step back towards the door.
"B-but if you're b-busy I c-can come back..."

"Busy trying to make two plus two equal six, sure." She shoots back. Even if shooting was not strictly required.

*ding, ding*

Samara enters behind you.

"Well, ain't I popular." She comments drly.

[kj1225]

Akira quickly looks back at who entered. She pauses to process that new information before shuffling into a corner.

[Flying Dice]

"Ah, skulking around as usual, Akira? No matter," Samara chuckled, turning her eyes towards Risey.

"One of my companions felt that your no doubt fascinating work might have created a bond of friendship between yourself and this madman we have been hired to capture and contain. Your dear Baron, while positively delightful company, knew little of import in this matter. I was hoping that you might be able to narrow the possibilities at hand, and perhaps shed some light on the nature of the man's madness," she pauses, "Or, if that is too much, at least give us some hint as to where he might dwell when not running amok and Polymorphing innocents into poultry."

[kj1225]

Akira flinches and starts towards the door with haste.

[Dwarmin]

"Not sure what you're asking. We...talked some, sure-before and after. His name was Mark...he was a nice enough fella. We talked shop. Back then I was just running the shop part-time for my mother. He was a wizard, newly graduated he says. Told me he was looking for something...said he wanted to figure out how to combine the powers of what he called 'arcane and divine'. Said there was a link we were all missing...well, you'd think he was the sort of guy to take on the world and win. He swaggered in here like a real Hero, gave me the most charming smile you'd ever seen..."

Risey smiles sadly, perhaps leaving some things unsaid.

"Afterwards, I don't think he recognized me. You could still see the man he was, on good days. But wherever he's gone, I don't think he's coming back.

If you're looking for him, it's known by those that care for him-we around here can have pity for a man who fell on such bad fortunes. We used to leave things for him, by the big Sapporwill trees. Small gifts and offerings. He may be mad, but he did know what we do for them-and he helped people, in the ways he could. Folks around here are more worried about him, than afraid. 'Course they don't know what magic can do...

Anyways, you could leave him a gift at one of those trees, and a note. He might meet you. Depending if he's feeling sensible. He ain't been feeling really sensible lately, I'm sorry to say. Before I'd see a poor man who needed help...now I'm a bit afraid, like he's turning into a dog that might be apt to bite you.

Lots of things I can cure, and that man is beyond me ever, I know that."

[Flying Dice]

"That will have to do. These 'Sapporwill' trees, where are they?" Samara asked.

After hearing Risey's response, she turned to leave with a last parting word over her shoulder, "Oh, and girl? You'd do well to avoid latching your affections onto wizards. The good ones will have no time for you, the bad ones will waste your time, and the evil ones will leave you with no time at all," she smirked, "Ta for now, my dear."

[scriver]

((BUT THE SIDEQUEST D:

Also posting to wa- I MEAN TAKE PART IN

I hadn't noticed you had started a thread yo already, dwatmin. You ninja-gm ))