Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

"Good dwarf...that what you offer does not fulfill any of my necessities for trade. Yet, I can tell you that no other has made an offer on these rare gloves, so they will reside in my kabinet until...well, who can tell the future, yes?"

Artim chuckles, in good nature.

"Alright. If I ever come across any of the items you would like to trade for them I'll be sure to come back." The dwarf then collects the items and then starts on his way.

A man in a dark cloak, what is the last enchament upon this bracer

Fire Bracer
AC bonus +3 (Armor)
Improved Saving throws: Fire +3
Improved Saving throws: Fortitude +!

Snaz approaches the hooded man singing:

The sling for me,
the sling of ice I see,
a sling collector that I be,
sell the sling, thirty bags for thee.
Maybe more, for slings, I adore.

Is that enough, good, sir, tell me.

A wood elf in hunter's attire stops by. He creases his brow, then recites:

Convolutedline wrote:Snaz approaches the hooded man singing:

The sling for me,
the sling of ice I see,
a sling collector that I be,
sell the sling, thirty bags for thee.
Maybe more, for slings, I adore.

Is that enough, good, sir, tell me.

Artim is caught off guard by the approaching songster, but quickly he gains a face of composure, either real or forced. Artim listens to the man sing, then after learning of what the singing man seeks, he pauses for a moment to collect his thoughts, before responding in words.

"The sling that you seek
Is not for the meek
It is colder than a evil witch's tit.

What further I have to say
Is that it is epic in every way
And I must receive ample coin for it.

I will ask you to double your offer
Yes, I myself seek to fill the coffers
With as much coin as I will desire to fit.

Though I could ask for more
It is your forwardness and singing I adore
Especially with the rhyme you have done to submit.

So let me ask you straight
Will sixty bags seal this deal on this date?
Then we both shall be rewarded for merit."

Hrafnar wrote:A wood elf in hunter's attire stops by. He creases his brow, then recites:

'I touch your face,
I'm in your words,
I'm lack of space
and beloved by birds.
What am I?'

Artim is momentarily vexed—his attention pulled by one rhymer then a riddler...but he smiles, feeling the energy of a good challenge, though none can say what will be the outcome.

Artim senses determination in that creased forehead of this elf...the rather smooth features of such a being being bent by will. Hearing the elf's words, Artim pauses, then smiles. In his face, one can see confidence rise.

"It is poetry, that you speak, elf. Is this a riddle said by your people, from old to young, when telling of the power and forces of nature? For I hear there words, and I deduce from them, an answer: air, that is all these things—breath, feeling, nothingness and giving toward flight. Tell me...have I answered your riddle correctly? And what may I say to you in return—do you wish to hear what wares are held in the Kabinet of the Mind...or...shall it be, that you are one of the Mirari, come to test my worth?"

Steve wrote:Artim is momentarily vexed—his attention pulled by one rhymer then a riddler...but he smiles, feeling the energy of a good challenge, though none can say what will be the outcome.

Artim senses determination in that creased forehead of this elf...the rather smooth features of such a being being bent by will. Hearing the elf's words, Artim pauses, then smiles. In his face, one can see confidence rise.

"It is poetry, that you speak, elf. Is this a riddle said by your people, from old to young, when telling of the power and forces of nature? For I hear there words, and I deduce from them, an answer: air, that is all these things—breath, feeling, nothingness and giving toward flight. Tell me...have I answered your riddle correctly? And what may I say to you in return—do you wish to hear what wares are held in the Kabinet of the Mind...or...shall it be, that you are one of the Mirari, come to test my worth?"

The Wood Elf named Erlendir smiles faintly and inclines his head once.

"I am air, that which rustles the leaves and carries song from afar. You have answered correctly, though I am not one of these Mirari which you mention. I would like to hear your wares."

Upon hearing the items and their description, his attention is caught by the Ring of the Wood Elves.

"This artifact of my people - I would like to use it for that which it was intended: to protect our forests and ancient homelands. Though, I am but a poor ranger and have naught to offer save the clothes on my back."

Red Rough Padded Armor
+4 AC
14 Spell Resistance

Steve wrote:

Convolutedline wrote:Snaz approaches the hooded man singing:

The sling for me,
the sling of ice I see,
a sling collector that I be,
sell the sling, thirty bags for thee.
Maybe more, for slings, I adore.

Is that enough, good, sir, tell me.

Artim is caught off guard by the approaching songster, but quickly he gains a face of composure, either real or forced. Artim listens to the man sing, then after learning of what the singing man seeks, he pauses for a moment to collect his thoughts, before responding in words.

"The sling that you seek
Is not for the meek
It is colder than a evil witch's tit.

What further I have to say
Is that it is epic in every way
And I must receive ample coin for it.

I will ask you to double your offer
Yes, I myself seek to fill the coffers
With as much coin as I will desire to fit.

Though I could ask for more
It is your forwardness and singing I adore
Especially with the rhyme you have done to submit.

So let me ask you straight
Will sixty bags seal this deal on this date?
Then we both shall be rewarded for merit."

*Appears greatly humored*
Agreed!

Hrafnar wrote:
"This artifact of my people - I would like to use it for that which it was intended: to protect our forests and ancient homelands. Though, I am but a poor ranger and have naught to offer save the clothes on my back."

Artim responds: "I can see you are guided by a purpose, but what I offer for sale or trade is not a charity. If we were to agree to an act of chance, a decision decided by a coin...it would at least need to have something that has some value to me. And the suit from your back, is not a thing that suits me. But the future is still unknown, Elf...it can be that you acquire something of value soon enough!"

Convolutedline wrote: *Appears greatly humored*
Agreed!

"Tis a fine thing!" responds Artim. "I shall call for it to be fetched from storage."

"Very well. Perhaps I shall return." With that the elf departs.

One-eyed, bald, ugly as hell halfling offers 5000 gold for

Rogue's Stealth Dagger (dagger)
EB +3
Hide/MS +3

dzidek1983 wrote:One-eyed, bald, ugly as hell halfling offers 5000 gold for

Rogue's Stealth Dagger (dagger)
EB +3
Hide/MS +3

Artim casually ignores the halfling, as it would seem, Artim, does not hear the rhyme, that is like a chime, that signals the gate, and no longer will the halfling wait, for the kabinet will open, and the inquirer may get what he is hopin'.

Or not...for Fate is either cold or hot, and when the coin lands on side, only can then Artim truly decide.

Halfling looks over at Artim shaking his head with compassion.
He doesnt understand a word he said but with a gamblers luck he offers 5500 hoping this is what the man meant.