Walker Firebeard's Plunder - FAI

[Wyatt]

*A drunken dwarf known by some as Walker can be seen recently oggling through various plunders that he comes to the Friendly Arms to dump out on the ground and sort. The avaricious old dwarf's eyes go bright as his thick, sausage like fingers caress a warhammer, cold forged of solid iron and gleaming with enchantment. He flings several suits of mithral armor and some other items around callously, looking to see if anything else holds great value. He scratches his beard while gazing at the hammer, drinking deeply from his flasks. Should anyone inquire he would entertain offers both coin and trade.*





Dusty Tome SOLD to Lockonnow


Dusty Tome
-Unopened, unread, un-skill checked

Warhammer
+4 EB
Cold Iron
+2 HP
AB +2 vs Good

Mithral Half Plate
8/2
+1 AC

Mithral Chain Shirt
4/6
-2 reflex saves

Bastard Sword
EB +1
Cold Iron
Vamp Regen +1

Finch's Fine Chapeau
+4 bluff/diplomacy
+2 perform/sleight of hand

Light Shield
1d4 neg. energy dmg
+3 elec saves
-3 will saves

Boots
+3 dodge AC

Gloves
+3 eb

Light Shield
+3 ac
immunity fireball

Belt
+3 strength

Cloak
+3 strength

Gloves
+3 charisma

Amulet
+3 wisdom

[Lockonnow]

Casimir Lightshield i'll will give you 60000gp for you Dusty tome

[Wyatt]

The drunken dwarf looks up at the man as he makes his offer on the tome. He squints at the man, studying him as his eyes light up with greed at the mention of gold. He speaks in a drunken slur, spittle flying from is wet lips as he does so.

"60 bags fer dis ole' moldy book? Guess I do be in da wrong business fer makin' a horde. It do be yers, feller, long as yer gold is da right color an' weight."

[Lockonnow]

Fine say Casmir Lightshield

[Wyatt]

The dwarf returns several days later, a few new items added to those he is willing to part with.

[Wyatt]

The ever drunken dwarf can once again be heard rambling around the Friendly Arms that he has another useless book which he cannot read.

///Original post updated to reflect a virgin Dusty Tome for sale/trade

[Lockonnow]

Yanderey came out of the inn and saw the tome and bid 50k gold on the tome

[sinopip]

An earth genasi comes by and declares with a faint voice a bid of 60 bags on the new dusty tome.

[Lockonnow]

100k say Yanderey

[sinopip]

The earth genasi nods and ups his bid to 120 bags.

[Lockonnow]

Yanderey move away from the auctioning

[Wyatt]

The drunken dwarf watches in awe, rubbing his hands greedily at the bidding. He sighs finally as one of the bidders walks away and nods to the winner, passing the tome to him.