RC Euro: Through the Looking Glass

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"Certainly, master gnome. That'll be 7gp too. Alas, I only stock metal armour. You'll need to visit 'Tanned Hides' for leathers."

 

"How much does your banded mail run? That is if you have any?"

Hayden walks through the store looking at the different arms and armor.

 

Sarathien looks at the sword he got from Erek to see if it holds a similar 'M' mark on the hilt.

Indicating Milla's sword, he asks :
"Peredhil, if I wanted to buy a blade like that in Phlan, where would you advice me to go?"

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"Oh I have banded mail alright, made from the finest Thar iron. But it isn't cheap, 250gp and worth every coin.
I stock Melvaunt blades, but not shortswords like this. Now you'd hardly expect me to recommend a competitor would you?"

Sarathien's blade was the twin of Milla's, right down to the tiny M on the hilt.

 

"250 gold? Well, that is a little more than I have right now. I'll just have to come back later."

 

"I can see you would not do such a thing, however I am not interested in buying a blade. I merely wish to learn the origins of these two blades."

Sarathien gets a gold coin from his purse.

"I will give you this for the information, now will you please tell me who sells these?"

 

"Well, they could have been bought in Melvaunt, it's only a couple of days east of here. On the other hand, I hear there's a man name of Jerome in Old Phlan who imports such things. Don't ask me where his shop is, I stay this side of the river."
With that Matteo pocketed the coin. Milla sold a sword for 150gp.

They moved on to Tanned Hides where Jakob invested in leather armour, then on again into the textile district where oilskin cloaks were purchased.
The party then resolved to go through Old Phlan to try and find Evaine. Passing the Town hall they noticed 'missions' posted. Hayden took on a mission to investigate undead in the Valhingen Graveyard and Jakob took one to eliminate giant rats in the River Ward. They crossed the Stojanow Bridge into Old Phlan, heeding the guards warnings.
Walking down the rundown streets between delapidated houses their spirits sank into the chill mist. At a fork in the road they headed north and arrived at the locked iron gates of the Valhingen Graveyard. Garacaius sent Shadowfang aloft.


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Sarathien felt the gates, finding them locked. Turning to his companions, he spoke:

"Well, it is time to make a grand entrance I guess. To my limited knowledge of undead they seldom prefer stealth, so I do not think we need to worry about knives in the back anymore."

Sarathien drew his longsword and looked through the fence to get a feel for the layout of the graveyard, taking note of anything that seemed suspicious.

"Well Jakob, I think locks are your department... Or perhaps we could get keys from the undertaker we walked past back there. What say you?"

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Jakob selected a lockpick from the chain on his belt. "Well, Sarathien," he said, "I'm never one to pass up the opportunity to keep in practice." Glancing quickly over each shoulder he advanced on the gates.

 

"Lets get in there, I hope we find those defiled creatures.....I want to battle!!"

Hayden knuckles turn white as he grips his axe, and the group notices that all to obvious look in his eye.

 

The psdlock proved to be no challenge for Jakob's nimble fingers. The gates creaked open and the group entered the graveyard. A chill mist drifted in from the River Stojanow to their left. Ahead of them stretched graves for as far as the eye could see. Some simple, some elaborate. Mausoleums were dotted about. A path wound its way through the dismal scene.

 

"I really don't like this." Garacaius said with a worried voice. "Hopefully we will not have to stay here for the night."
Garacaius slowly walked inside, ready for anything coming out of the earth.

 

"I could not agree more, quessir. I say we make our way through as fast as we can and try to make our way to the lady Elaine of the forests beyond.
If we happen upon any restless spirits we take can care of the situation there and then, but let us not go looking for trouble."

 

Contd under Grave Danger