The Golden Carrot – Forfeit – 03/05/2023
May 6, 2023 21:13:41 GMT
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Post by Forfeit on May 6, 2023 21:13:41 GMT
A writeup of The Golden Carrot
Featuring:
Forfeit, Tiefling, Level 1 Warlock
Lolli, Harengon, Level 12 Wizard
Amble, Forest Gnome, Level 12 Wizard
Beets, Fairy, Level 12 Barbarian
Glade, Earth Genasi, Level 13 Druid/Cleric
Following on from New Threads
How can anyone bear living in this sorry excuse for a town? Especially without basking in the presence of sartorial excellence? This was a question that confounded me every day. Well, I could fix that, now I had money. Judging by the peasantry of Daring Heights, my couture would have to be the very best this town could offer, as nothing less would do.
As chance would have it, I encountered the recommended seamstress leaving her shop and promptly gave her my specifications. I was about to continue onto the enchantments it required but she was already overwhelmed. But she offered to provide me a sample suit if I accompanied her on a task to the Feywild.
I accepted instantly. The opportunity to breathe sweet Fey air again! To hear Sylvan! To be blessed with the palette of Fey colours, sounds, senses! Where time works properly, not in the monotonous, predictable clockwork fashion of the Prime plane.
She assembled a party of Fey or Fey-adjacent folk, yet every last one of them lost their way the minute we entered the Feywild. My useless Tiefling form proved just as inadequate. It took an age and a day to reach the highly rustic, chiefly Harengon village of Fluffleton.
There was gossip about a hundred relatives – I quite lost track, but there were many, many relatives. The seamstress’s parents needed to recover their stolen golden carrot. Amusingly, they paid up front. Amusingly, we still did the job.
We set out to apprehend a thief. Instead of seizing the nearest available candidate and extracting a confession, the seamstress took us to her ‘friend’, a wizard in training.
He confessed immediately. A surprisingly easy job! But to my delight, the seamstress decided to betray her family’s orders and help him instead. Since we had already been paid, I was more than willing to be entertained by this plot twist.
The carrot’s properties helped with scrying – this piqued my interest, and perhaps it might be something I could use to track down my captor – but another thief was after it. Having breached many a perimeter in the past (at least, I probably have), I was naturally best qualified to keep lookout. The Fairy joined me, while the others finished distilling a potion.
It seemed the whole village had turned out to watch me by the time the second thief struck, and made off with the formula. This thief wore a pin which set the rest of the team into muttering. It sounded like local politics again, and I wasn’t being paid to listen. And since the two Harengon were willing to confess to their crimes, it was expedient to walk away and let them be punished.
Instead, to my surprise, it led to a family moment. Too much forgiveness in this world, if you ask me. But at least I’ll get a suit out of it.
The Order: A three-piece suit with a spider silk inner lining, in Fey moonlight silver (not Prime Material silver or Shadowfell silver – tailors do so like to foist their inferior textiles off on you), adamantine thread worked into it such that it can withstand the blows of a moderately skilled warrior, a dragonhide belt, dragon turtle leather shoes, a unicorn hide mantle, all with buttons made of dragon teeth – preferably metallic, as they catch the light better than chromatic dragon teeth. The seamstress said this might take a while. I accepted another suit in lieu.
The Seamstress: Disobeyed her family to help a boy. And somehow got away with it. How absolutely delightful. What a scandalous leveret.
The Healer: Versatile caster. Conjured rain, then spoke to plants and animals alike. Remarkably similar to the healer I previously encountered.
The Fairy: Easily riled. Indignant. Looked at me like she recognized me – and in the bad way. I applauded her sass.
The Gnome: Smart in a bookish way. Quiet in a Gnomish way. Certainly regarded as capable by the rest of the team.
The ‘Friend’: The maligned suitor. The apprentice wizard. The arcane dabbler. The keen alchemist. The brazen thief. How he was not clapped in irons at the very least, I do not know. Very well played.
The Sister: The seamstress’s teenage sister who could not stop blushing in my presence. Out of the watchful eye of her parents, I taught her the basics of a good Hex incantation. May she conquer Fluffleton where the carrot scandal failed to.
Continues in Never Tarnish Nor Grow Dim
Featuring:
Forfeit, Tiefling, Level 1 Warlock
Lolli, Harengon, Level 12 Wizard
Amble, Forest Gnome, Level 12 Wizard
Beets, Fairy, Level 12 Barbarian
Glade, Earth Genasi, Level 13 Druid/Cleric
Following on from New Threads
How can anyone bear living in this sorry excuse for a town? Especially without basking in the presence of sartorial excellence? This was a question that confounded me every day. Well, I could fix that, now I had money. Judging by the peasantry of Daring Heights, my couture would have to be the very best this town could offer, as nothing less would do.
As chance would have it, I encountered the recommended seamstress leaving her shop and promptly gave her my specifications. I was about to continue onto the enchantments it required but she was already overwhelmed. But she offered to provide me a sample suit if I accompanied her on a task to the Feywild.
I accepted instantly. The opportunity to breathe sweet Fey air again! To hear Sylvan! To be blessed with the palette of Fey colours, sounds, senses! Where time works properly, not in the monotonous, predictable clockwork fashion of the Prime plane.
She assembled a party of Fey or Fey-adjacent folk, yet every last one of them lost their way the minute we entered the Feywild. My useless Tiefling form proved just as inadequate. It took an age and a day to reach the highly rustic, chiefly Harengon village of Fluffleton.
There was gossip about a hundred relatives – I quite lost track, but there were many, many relatives. The seamstress’s parents needed to recover their stolen golden carrot. Amusingly, they paid up front. Amusingly, we still did the job.
We set out to apprehend a thief. Instead of seizing the nearest available candidate and extracting a confession, the seamstress took us to her ‘friend’, a wizard in training.
He confessed immediately. A surprisingly easy job! But to my delight, the seamstress decided to betray her family’s orders and help him instead. Since we had already been paid, I was more than willing to be entertained by this plot twist.
The carrot’s properties helped with scrying – this piqued my interest, and perhaps it might be something I could use to track down my captor – but another thief was after it. Having breached many a perimeter in the past (at least, I probably have), I was naturally best qualified to keep lookout. The Fairy joined me, while the others finished distilling a potion.
It seemed the whole village had turned out to watch me by the time the second thief struck, and made off with the formula. This thief wore a pin which set the rest of the team into muttering. It sounded like local politics again, and I wasn’t being paid to listen. And since the two Harengon were willing to confess to their crimes, it was expedient to walk away and let them be punished.
Instead, to my surprise, it led to a family moment. Too much forgiveness in this world, if you ask me. But at least I’ll get a suit out of it.
* * *
The Order: A three-piece suit with a spider silk inner lining, in Fey moonlight silver (not Prime Material silver or Shadowfell silver – tailors do so like to foist their inferior textiles off on you), adamantine thread worked into it such that it can withstand the blows of a moderately skilled warrior, a dragonhide belt, dragon turtle leather shoes, a unicorn hide mantle, all with buttons made of dragon teeth – preferably metallic, as they catch the light better than chromatic dragon teeth. The seamstress said this might take a while. I accepted another suit in lieu.
The Seamstress: Disobeyed her family to help a boy. And somehow got away with it. How absolutely delightful. What a scandalous leveret.
The Healer: Versatile caster. Conjured rain, then spoke to plants and animals alike. Remarkably similar to the healer I previously encountered.
The Fairy: Easily riled. Indignant. Looked at me like she recognized me – and in the bad way. I applauded her sass.
The Gnome: Smart in a bookish way. Quiet in a Gnomish way. Certainly regarded as capable by the rest of the team.
The ‘Friend’: The maligned suitor. The apprentice wizard. The arcane dabbler. The keen alchemist. The brazen thief. How he was not clapped in irons at the very least, I do not know. Very well played.
The Sister: The seamstress’s teenage sister who could not stop blushing in my presence. Out of the watchful eye of her parents, I taught her the basics of a good Hex incantation. May she conquer Fluffleton where the carrot scandal failed to.
Continues in Never Tarnish Nor Grow Dim
