Adam followed the brawny Braun into the back. “Am I in trouble?”
“Should you be?” Braun asked, raising his brow.
“No?”
“We need you to Identify a few items,” the muscled veteran said.
“Oh,” Adam said, anticlimactically. “Right. Sure. I start today, I guess?”
“Are you certain? You’ve only retly returned from a gruelling quest. I wouldn’t ask you to do it tonight.”
“I should get it out of the way,” Adam said.
Braun nodded. “There are three items. Will you hahem all?”
“Sure,” Adam said, returning back to his party. “Just some guild business, you know how it is.”
Spell: Identify
+1 DaggerYou gain a +1 bonus to attad damage rolls made with this on.
Spell: Identify
+1 SwordYou gain a +1 bonus to attad damage rolls made with this on.
Spell: Identify
+1 HandaxeYou gain a +1 bonus to attad damage rolls made with this on.???
Adam noted something off about the on, staring at it long and hard. He cast Identify on it once more, this time trying to dig deeper into learning more about the on.
Spell: Identify
Are Lore D20 + 5 = 22 (17)
+1 Handaxe (Cursed)You gain a +1 bonus to attad damage rolls made with this on.Cursed. The on critically fails on a roll of 1-2.
It was te at night by the time he was finished, and he gave his finding to the guild, which prepared his reward.
Gems: 10 Obsidian -> 19 Obsidian
Once he was doh his work, having faced two Herbearvores and spent four hours casting Identify, he passed out in his bed, sn loudly.
Omen: 1, 6
Adam spent the m rexing i bath of the Adventurer’s Guild, before heading down for some breakfast, Herbearvore stew, which was delicious. The meat was more fvourful than typical meat, somehow the diet of the Herbearvores, which would sometimes sist of eating the flesh of people, seemed to pack the meat with extra fvour without the use of spices and herbs once might typically use.
“I’m going to buy some supplies with the Party Fund,” Adam said, gng to the rest of Fate’s Golden. “Alchemy,” he muttered under his breath, c his lips.
The Iyrmen nodded, and Duhrew him a look. “You make potions?” he whispered.
“I do much more than that, but let’s keep that between you and me.” Adam popped a bit of torn bun into his mouth as he winked.
Adam walked out to make his way to the Alchemy Store, only to find Nobby outside. “Nobby?” he said, only to realise he hadn’t given the boy the day off. “My bad.”
Currency: 53 -> 52
Adam flicked the to the rge boy, who barely caught it. “Take the day off, Nobby ol’ boy.”
“Thank you,” the boy said, quickly retreating bae.
The Half Elf trekked through the town, making his way to the Alchemy Store. He found the little shack, basked in the shadow of the nearby buildings. He slipped into it, smelling all manner of putridly earthy smells. The door creaked as it opened, as it had done previously.
dles dimly lit the room. Bottles of all manner of cos were littered around the walls, eyes of certaiures, stalks of various herbs, and even bits and pieces of people and other things. Things which probably had names, but Adam couldn’t identify them right away.
“What brings a hunky armoured fellow like you into my domains?” came the raspy voice of a woman.
“Really?” Adam asked. “I’m certain you said the st thing as st time.”
“Oh? We’ve met?” the heavily clothed figure asked, amorphous under her scarves.
“I’m here to buy some herbs and suake Healing Potions,” Adam said, pg down five Obsidian.
Gems: 19 Obsidian -> 14 Obsidian
“You want such high quality ingredients? I do that for you, handsome,” she said, scooping the gems before bringing out a small box with her motion.
There was a long momeween them before Adam took the box. “Fifty gold’s worth of herbs and such for Healing Potions?” Adam asked to firm.
“I wouldn’t dare otherwise, not to such a handsome man, especially not one in puthral.” She smiled.
Adam nodded, before stepping outside, feeling her gaze on him long after he had rouhe er. He returned back to his room, wishing to make a rge number of potions.
He csped his hands together, before setting about his work.
Mana: 8 -> 7Alchemy CheckD20 + 3 = 23 (20)
He brought out the herbs, measuring them out before pg them down into the mortar, where he ground the herbs together. As he slipped the crushed herbs into the water, he expended his Mana into the co. As the liquid glowed, creating a swirling vortex withitle, he noted just how potent it was. He split the liquid into half, and added in some more of the crushed herbs and water, creating two det Healing Potions.
gratutions!2 Basic Healing Potions Created.Heals for 2D3+3 HP.XP Gained: +100XP: 2500 -> 2600
“Nice,” he whispered, smiling.
Mana: 7 -> 6AlchemyD20 + 3 = 23 (20)
gratutions!2 Basic Healing Potions Created.Heals for 2D3+3 HP.XP Gained: +100XP: 2600 -> 2700
Somehow he had ma again, creating two Healing Potions. “Did I really roll maximum twice?” He gnced around, trying to find the emi Assassin’s dagger ing for his throat. “Nice.”
Mana: 6 -> 5AlchemyD20 + 3 = 10 (7)
gratutions!1 Basic Healing Potioed.Heals for 2D3+3 HP.XP Gained: +50XP: 2700 -> 2750
“Well, I ’t win them all,” Adam whispered to himself, shaking his head, but still smiling.
It was te in the evening when the party gathered together to eat their dinner.
“Did you rest well?” Adam asked, gng at Jurot.
“Yes,” Jurot replied.
“Good. Yesterday was rough, eh?” Adam asked.
“Yes.”
“Right,” Adam whispered, gng around quickly. “We should head to my room after dinner, I have something for you.”
Ohey had fiheir dinner, which had been the same as their breakfast, save for some extra fruit, the party gathered in front of his room. Adam handed over the Healing Potions to each of them, including an additional Minor Healing Potion to Kitool, who didn’t wear heavy armour, nor wielded a shield.
“Since you’ll be able to move quicker than us soon, I’ll hand this over to you,” Adam said, trying to respect her pride.
Kitool nodded her head slowly.
“You made these all today?” Dunes asked, staring at the potion. He wasn’t sure if most Alchemists could create so many Healing Potions so quickly.
“Yeah, pretty much,” Adam replied, simply.
Dunes blinked.
“You’ll get used to it,” Jaygak said, patting the riest’s back.
Omen: 5, 7
“Damn, what’s with these terrible rolls?” Adam grumbled.
He met with his party after his bath, each of whom were chatting away as they eheir breakfast.
“What’s the pn today?” Dunes asked.
Adam rubbed his . “Do you guys want to rex? I don’t mind w today as you guys recuperate another day, but I will he day off tomorrow to rex.”
“What are you going to do today?” Dunes asked, sure he wasn’t going to make more potions.
“Same thing as yesterday,” Adam replied.
Dunes blinked. “That’s probably a good idea,” he admitted, even if it did make him wonder why Adam was so eager to work so hard.
Currency: 52 -> 49
“Did you have fuerday?” Adam asked, paying the Porters.
“Ay,” Jeremy said. “Took my misses out to eat in Silver Spoon.”
“You don’t say,” Remy said. “I took mi to Weather Spoon.”
The pair heir heads together.
“Did you have fun with your old man?” Adam asked Nobby.
“Yes.”
“What did you do?”
“Chores.”
Adam blinked. “Well then, have fun today too, alright?”
Nobby nodded.
“Back again?” the feminine voice called.
“Thought I may as well stock up while I’m in town,” Adam said, sliding a few mems her way.
Gems: (14) Obsidian -> (10) Obsidian
He didn’t spend too long with her, quickly slipping away once he had the supplies, ign the gaze he felt as he rouhe er.
Mana: 8 -> 7Alchemy CheckD20 + 3 = 18 (15)
gratutions!1 Enhanced Healing Potioed.Heals for 2D6+4 HP.XP Gained: +100XP: 2750 -> 2850
Mana: 7 -> 6Alchemy CheckD20 + 3 = 10 (7)
gratutions!1 Basic Healing Potioed.Heals for 2D3+3 HP.XP Gained: +50XP: 2850 -> 2900
He had spent a rge portion of the day making his potions. “One more,” he said, yawning and stretg, before returning to his work.
Mana: 6 -> 5Alchemy CheckD20 + 3 = 11 (8)
gratutions!1 Basic Healing Potioed.Heals for 2D3+3 HP.XP Gained: +50XP: 2900 -> 2950
He had made it down te in the evening, where the Iyrmen in his party were speaking with a few other Adventurers. The Adventurers gnced his way, nodding, as Adam sat down beside Jurot, patting his babsp;
“We should be heading to sleep,” the Adventurers said, exg themselves. They had heard he was a Half Elf, which would have been awkward sidering the retionship betwee the moment.
“Tomorrow I’m going to rex all day,” Adam said, yawning.
“Are you sick?” Jurot asked, though he hat Adam didn’t look too terrible, other than some signs of tiredness.
“No, no, I just ’t burn myself out.” He yawned. “Actually…” He leaned in. “Is there a pce which sells spell scrolls?”
Jurot gnced his way. “Yes,” he said. “If you wish to go, I will take you there.”
“I’d appreciate that,” Adam said, noting how an Iyrman’s presence might assist him. He handed Jurot the Enhanced Healing Potion he had created, patting the Iyrman’s back. “That’s for you.”
Jurot nodded.
Omen: 10, 19
Currency: 49 -> 46
Adam and Jurot, after Adam paid the Porters, made their way to a shop he edge of town towards the Noble District. It quite a rge shop, made of thick stone, ached around the perimeter of the building were Runes, full of gold dust. Whether they were real Wards, no one knew, and no one wao find out.
Mikael’s Magical Milieu
“What’s a milieu?” Jurot asked.
“Don’t ask me, my people don’t like the EU.” Adam cmped his mouth shut tight and almost began to sob at his terrible joke. “I’m a fug riot,” he whispered to himself before stepping into the shop.
He felt something press over him, as though he was wearing another set of pte mail over his body. “Oof,” Adam groaned, feeling the pressure for a moment, before it passed. He looked down to his fingers. “Antimagic?” he asked.
“Yes,” the young woman said. “Just in case.”
“Smart,” Adam said, nodding his head. “You aren’t by ce Mikael, are you?”
“No,” she said. “I’m one of his Apprentices.”
“He has multiple Apprentices?”
She smiled. “My mother was an old friend of his, aook me in as a favour to her.”
Adam nodded. “Adam, son of Fate. This is Jurot, son of Surot.”
“And I’m going to try and take every gold from you,” she said, smirking at him. “Mikae,” she said.
Adam raised his brow, fshing a cheeky smile. “Just how close were your mother and this wizard?”
“It was a bet they made,” she replied. “She etrified by a Basilisk.”
“Oh,” Adam said, his cheeky smile turning into an embarrassed frown. “Well, uh, I’m here to buy some spell scrolls, if you have any.”
“If we have any,” she scoffed. “What are you looking for?”
“Do you have a sele?” he asked.
“Hmmm.” She looked at the Iyrman, noting his tattoo, before at their tags. “ you afford them?”
“How much is each spell scroll?”
“Tricks are fifty gold, 1st Gate are one hundred, 2nd Gate are two hundred, and 3rd Gate are five hundred.”
Adam nodded his head slowly. “Well, I have about…” Adam squinted his eyes. “Well, let’s say I buy a 3rd Gate scroll at least.” He smiled.
She blinked. “Well, we have a few items. I see you’re a heavily armoured man, perhaps a few Smite Spells will be good for you? We have Thunderous Smite and Wrathful Smite. We also have Heroism, if you like, or Bless. If you would like a ranged option we have Chaos Bolt.”
“Do you have Fireball?” Adam asked.
“Do we have Fireball,” she scoffed. “What kind of self respeg Wizard Emporium doesn’t have Fireball?”
“I’ll take the lot,” Adam said, pg down his pouch of Tiger Eye gems.
“The whole lot?” Mikae asked, blinking twice. She grabbed an umbrel and pulled the pouch over the ter, waiting for a moment to see if it alerted anything, before she opened up the pouch using the hook of the umbrel. She waved her hand and a spectral hand started to pce out the s. “You must be quite close with the Iyrmen,” she said.
“Of course,” Adam said, nodding his head to Jurot. “He’s my brother.”
“Your brother?” she asked, gng at the Iyrman, befng at the boy. “You should have removed your helmet. If you were an Iyrman, I wouldn’t have been so harsh.”
“Well, I have a skin dition, so…”
“Are you an Iyrman?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.
Adam looked to Jurot. “No?” he said. “I’m a Nephew of the Iyr.”
She nodded her in uanding. “Usually we wouldn’t sell something like Fireball to just any group, but since you’re being vouched for by an Iyrman…” She dropped the gems somewhere before pg down six spell scrolls in their own cases down onto the ter.
“Thank you,” Adam said, pg the scrolls away. “It leasure doing business with you.”
She nodded. “You too, son of Fate.” She waved as they left, before noting down his appearand behaviour on a piece of paper, which quickly replicated itself, before she folded it. She’d send it away in the night to the Adventurer’s Guild, which would send out the information to the uilds and Magical Shops.
“Oh, crap,” Adam whispered. “I don’t have any ink…” He go Jurot. “I’ll have to ask the Guild.”
He used part of the Party Fund to pay for it, having fotten to use it to pay for the herbs for the various Healing Potions.
“Damn, I’m so poor now…” He frowned, copying the Bless scroll into his spellbook.
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