Quote from: Carcharodon;783004The Mage's Guild is an ugly single-story building made of white marble. A wood sign proclaims its status as the Mages' Guild, but the typical stereotype of a wondrous tower filled with marvels is, sadly, completely absent. The building looks more like a bank or town hall than a magical locale.

As for Gods' Row, the entire road across from the Mages' Guild is lined with shrines, temples, and even a small wood shack that appears to be dedicated to some nature goddess.

Theodotus smiles and turns to Denther, "After you, my friend!"

Quote from: Carcharodon;783004"Two silver for the room, good sir. Drinks or dinner for you tonight? Dinner is on the house with a room."

Miss Ferra speaks rapidly, then moves to another table as quickly as possible, trying to get as much money out of her patrons as possible without being rude about it.

Theodotus nods and quickly places a single gold coin in her hand, "I will take the room. Please let me know when this is exhausted."

Exhausted by digging the abortive sleeping trench, Bogarus is now snoring soundly in the cellar alongside his goblin servant watched over by a still-wakeful Squeak.

Denther - Mage

Quote from: pbj44;783056Theodotus smiles and turns to Denther, "After you, my friend

Denther purses his lips as he looks at the shoddy guild house. "Certainly not what one would expect of a wizard's haven, but perhaps the guild has fallen on ill times." A thought occurs to him. "Or perhaps it is simply an illusion to fool the eyes of the uninitiated?"

Denther peers closely at the building. If it does not shimmer, and wave, and morph into a magnificent Tower of the Arcane Arts, he will shrug and enter through the front door.

OOC: 2 gp paid for room and board for himself, cellar rental, and a round of drinks for his friends.

Theodotus nods in agreement, "Hard times indeed!"

"I have heard rumor that many years ago the guild was the organizational home to a number of powerful mages. Let us hope that at least one knowledgable one still bides here."

He follows Denther inside.

Unfortunately, the Mages' Guild does not transform into a wondrous tower. Instead, the interior looks more like a plush tavern than a place of arcane knowledge. A few books lie scattered about on tables, but nothing that looks like a spellbook can be seen. In a reclined chair in one corner, a human in ridiculous blue robes with stars on the sleeves snores loudly. On the other side of the room, nursing a drink and perusing a copy of "Owlbears and Assorted Transmutation Accidents" is a female elf in more sensible plain robes.

"Can I help you gentlemen? Welcome to Warant's Mages' Guild. We are the only licensed practitioners of magic in the city, and the only guild here on Chalm."

Theodotus bows, "Good afternoon, both my companion, mage Denther,  and myself, are interested in the local history of the area and were wondering if you could assist us".

Quote from: Carcharodon;783813Unfortunately, the Mages' Guild does not transform into a wondrous tower. Instead, the interior looks more like a plush tavern than a place of arcane knowledge. A few books lie scattered about on tables, but nothing that looks like a spellbook can be seen. In a reclined chair in one corner, a human in ridiculous blue robes with stars on the sleeves snores loudly. On the other side of the room, nursing a drink and perusing a copy of "Owlbears and Assorted Transmutation Accidents" is a female elf in more sensible plain robes.

"Can I help you gentlemen? Welcome to Warant's Mages' Guild. We are the only licensed practitioners of magic in the city, and the only guild here on Chalm."

" Licensed? Since when does one need a license to practice the arcane art? As my good companion has said, we are interested in information, particularly any information about an abandoned wizard's tower we have heard about."

McGinty Orchunter - Halfling

McGinty wanders about the vegetable market, looking for something fresh, filling and most importantly, really cheap. Being short as a child, he goes unnoticed in the hubbub of the marketplace, keeping a keen ear out for interesting conversation...and a keen eye out for pickpockets...

Among the merchants, McGinty hears excited talk about a torched elf village in the Blackheart forest to the east of Warant, but more interesting still was a grizzled woodsman telling his nodding fellows that on a full moon, a secret location in the forest abode is revealed, filled with elven treasure.(*)

"Treasure? Hmm, I could use some of that about now", thinks McGinty. "And I know who burnt it down, orcs...orcs who need bleeding..."  



*[OOC: this is the rumor McGinty started with]

Bogarus wakes up and gives his body a good and thorough scratching. It wasn't a proper sleeping trench but it was better than nothing. After giving the goblin a gentle kick to wake it, Bogarus goes up in search of the dwarf's companions.

Faradonas, feeling a bit alone as his companions have gone to do their own thing so rapidly after the meal, looks furtively at other tables for a chance to join in the conversation.

He will make several tentative attempts with his faltering grasp of the language. If he feels shot down, he will smile nervously and get up dejected to go back to his room. Once there he will pick up 8 or so copper pieces to cheer himself up at the vegetable market!

Bogarus, not finding any companions will head off to look for jewelers and ask them where jewels can be found in these distant isles. Maybe up in some mountains? Perhaps the humans would be willing to go dig some out.

Quote from: pbj44;784282Theodotus bows, "Good afternoon, both my companion, mage Denther,  and myself, are interested in the local history of the area and were wondering if you could assist us".

Quote from: pspahn;784349" Licensed? Since when does one need a license to practice the arcane art? As my good companion has said, we are interested in information, particularly any information about an abandoned wizard's tower we have heard about."

The mage snorts.

"Always needed a license on Chalm. Damn mainlanders, you never bother to learn our laws, do you? Mages here either get licensed by the guild or they get thrown in jail. Can't go practicing magic without the guild certifying that you know what you young fools are doing."

He points a thumb over his shoulder toward a door.

"History texts are back there. Too bad only licensed mages get access to guild resources, isn't it?"

Quote from: Spinachcat;784561McGinty Orchunter - Halfling

McGinty wanders about the vegetable market, looking for something fresh, filling and most importantly, really cheap. Being short as a child, he goes unnoticed in the hubbub of the marketplace, keeping a keen ear out for interesting conversation...and a keen eye out for pickpockets...

Among the merchants, McGinty hears excited talk about a torched elf village in the Blackheart forest to the east of Warant, but more interesting still was a grizzled woodsman telling his nodding fellows that on a full moon, a secret location in the forest abode is revealed, filled with elven treasure.(*)

"Treasure? Hmm, I could use some of that about now", thinks McGinty. "And I know who burnt it down, orcs...orcs who need bleeding..."  



*[OOC: this is the rumor McGinty started with]

About the most McGinty can recognize is that the woodsman talking about the forest is, despite being completely and utterly drunk, apparently believed by his companions. A small group, three or four, look like they might even be considering going out and finding this village, at least as far as McGinty can tell from their excited whispers.

Quote from: Opaopajr;784629Faradonas, feeling a bit alone as his companions have gone to do their own thing so rapidly after the meal, looks furtively at other tables for a chance to join in the conversation.

He will make several tentative attempts with his faltering grasp of the language. If he feels shot down, he will smile nervously and get up dejected to go back to his room. Once there he will pick up 8 or so copper pieces to cheer himself up at the vegetable market!

The market is packed with people, both new folks from the mainland and local farmers. Vegetables, meat, poultry, and an overwhelming amount of various fish pack tables and stalls for nearly the whole length of the city. And, of course, sales people: farmers, fishmongers, con men, and even kids holding signs for the local inns and taverns. If it's on Chalm, it can probably be found in the market in Warant.

Quote from: Daztur;784694Bogarus, not finding any companions will head off to look for jewelers and ask them where jewels can be found in these distant isles. Maybe up in some mountains? Perhaps the humans would be willing to go dig some out.

Bogarus's search leads him to a small building with an armed, armored man standing outside. The sign on the building says "Black Hand Jewels."

Denther - Magic-User

Quote from: Carcharodon;785135The mage snorts.

"Always needed a license on Chalm. Damn mainlanders, you never bother to learn our laws, do you? Mages here either get licensed by the guild or they get thrown in jail. Can't go practicing magic without the guild certifying that you know what you young fools are doing."

He points a thumb over his shoulder toward a door.

"History texts are back there. Too bad only licensed mages get access to guild resources, isn't it?"

"Yes, isn't it," Denther says through gritted teeth. "So tell me, good sir. How does one go about joining the Mage's Guild of Chum so that I may partake of this impressive establishment?"

For some reason when Denther voices "the Mages Guild of Chum" Theodotus bursts into a fit of coughing.

"Pardon me folks! A bit of road dust!"

Holding a handkerchief to his mouth conceals a smile that threatens to explode into gales of laughter.

Bogarus walked up to the door of Black Hand Jewels, hoping to engage the proprietor in a friendly discussion of jewel supply sourcing. If challenged by the guard, the dwarf attempts to explain that he is a skilled master dwarf jeweler and would enjoy talking shop with the master of the house and would perhaps even be willing to share dwarfish jewel-crafting lore.