Lady Searshe’s House of Spells

[Kjell Ó Raghallaigh]

“Yeah,” she replied. “It’s... Oh hi, Zavier,” she said, having not noticed him there before. “Doesn’t matter. I’ll find one elsewhere. I’d better get going.“

[The Forgotten God]

Zavier smiles and waved. “Good to see you!” He said. “I’ll be at the store in a few days so never hesitate to stop by.” Searshe walked out and transformed into her miniature draconic form and glew Kjell back to the portal.

“Good luck,” the dragon said. “Don’t be too hasty. The Maentwrog isn’t technically a Mistlord because it has no army, but it’s quite nearly as strong. It’s not a one woman job even if the woman is you.”

[Geoffrey Ravenhurst]

Herneiros was quite asleep in the waiting room.

[Kjell Ó Raghallaigh]

Sept 8, 2020 19:28:29 GMT The Forgotten God said:

Zavier smiles and waved. “Good to see you!” He said. “I’ll be at the store in a few days so never hesitate to stop by.” Searshe walked out and transformed into her miniature draconic form and glew Kjell back to the portal.

“Good luck,” the dragon said. “Don’t be too hasty. The Maentwrog isn’t technically a Mistlord because it has no army, but it’s quite nearly as strong. It’s not a one woman job even if the woman is you.”

Kjell wondered why she cared. "Thanks," she said with a nod. "I'll see if I can bring a friend or two." 

[The Forgotten God]

The dragon nodded its giant head and then she was back to the store. The grumpy old woman is prodding the sleeping barbarian with a stick that is tipped with perfume to improve the smell.

[Kjell Ó Raghallaigh]

Kjell looked suspiciously at the grumpy old woman and her stick, her elf nose picking up the scent. "Is this stick... perfumed?" she asked, confused. "Why?"

[The Forgotten God]

“I thought you elves could smell,” she said. She pointed at the sleeping barbarian. “He needs it. Not sure how you walk near him.”

[Kjell Ó Raghallaigh]

"He has probably bathed more than the rest of our travelling party members combined during these past three weeks," Kjell replied. She put away the gloves and went back over to the wyvern-leather armour she'd looked at before. "Is this one magical?" she asked.

[The Forgotten God]

“They’re all magical,” the crime said. “That one resists the acid venom that wyverns like to use and it’s tougher than stewed boot besides.” She pokes Kjell once with the perfume stick too. “Just in case you’re right,” she grumbled.

[Kjell Ó Raghallaigh]

Kjell dodged away from the stick and gave the store another quick glance. "Anything here that's just light and would make me harder to hit?" she asked.

[The Forgotten God]

The old woman nodded and pointed to a suit of mail that looked like it was made of scales. “Banescale shark armor,” she said. “Light as a set of feathers and stronger than steel.” She yawned. “Won’t really make it harder for the beasties to hit you but it’ll make their blows much less painful.”

[Kjell Ó Raghallaigh]

"I have three hundred gold," Kjell replied.

[The Forgotten God]

The old woman leered at her. “Two hundred is fine,” she said. “My lady’d be mad if I extorted her friend. If you need to, Searshe said you could leave whatever you don’t want to carry into the woods here as a bank.”

[Kjell Ó Raghallaigh]

Kjell paid out the sum with the ignorant bliss of someone who didn't know how much things around here cost because none of it was stated anywhere in the setting material. "Don't think she has a shortage of gold," she agreed, having just witnessed Searshe's hoard. "Do you have any health potions?"

[The Forgotten God]

She shook her head. “Sorry,” she said. “Only alchemists keep those on hand. We only have stuff that helps against fire and the like.” She leaned in. “That old man on your voyage makes them though I know, and his daughter is the head of the Alchemy branch of the Academy.”