"Berz what the heck are you on about?" Rantic places his boots on the anvil. "And Hort, I guess we can better talk about it some other time, but I wouldn't mind learning more about the language and that specific ritual."
Hort takes her dagger and puts it away. "Yes! I did it. I guess it was worth all that time learning these ancient runes." "Sure Rantic, I could try to teach you a bit. We could probably have a session whenever we go back to Brax's"
Speaking of which, it is getting late, and everyone is tired. Suddenly, everyone hears the sound of a cash register to the south.
(Sorry, for the benefit of the one who was not here.) You see a large pigfaced demon standing amid piles of magical items. He is wearing a checkered suit that makes your eyes hurt, and speaks like a used wand salesman.
"We do have quite a bit of stuff to sell, but I myself am looking for materials for making traps!" Hort steps inside and looks around at what's on the tables
"Well, I do have plenty of that kind of stuff. Take your pick." (You can see the supplies to make virtually every kind of trap here, and a bag labeled "OmniSupply")
Confused, Torma thinks out loud " This place is getting stranger and stranger. This place's layout makes no sense at all..." But not forgetting the restored anvil of Krong, he places one of his long sword on the altar and repeats the same ceremony as last time, kneeling down with his eyes closed " Krong, I ask your favor once more. Grant me help or curse me for my foolishness ! "
"Ah Brax, yes, looking to sell my studded leather armor, and looking to buy a new studded leather armor... got any varieties in those? Otherwise just magic stuff, always interested in those."
Danton puts his boots on the anvil. "Great Krong, I humbly request your favor again." (stuff happens with the anvil) Danton turns to Brax. "Hello, good salesdemon. I don't believe we've met. I'm Danton Swift, and these three gentlemen and Hort have allowed me to travel with them."
Berz pokes Danton. "Don't disrespect Hort. He may have tits, but he's a good Commando even with them." Turning to Brax... "Heya, poor sine. We still got three nights saved up, yes? I do believe we'd like to cash one in, if you please. Also, you happen to have anything in this here facility of yours that might make a man less likely to be messed around by that Krong overgod? Or, more importantly, anything badger and-or wolverine or at least predator-related?"
Easy to find, 1000 gold will get you enough stuff to make 5 each. A flash of darkness. (Its D&D.) "With that curse? I can give you 10 gold for it. As for buying more for yourself, I have plenty. Your a caster, so..." He looks around for a moment. "Ah, here. It is Absorptive. If you resist a spell, this baby might absorb it, and you can later use the spells energy to cast one of your own for free. Cool, huh? I can let this one go for 8000." Stuff does happen with the anvil. It cracks in two. "Well, hello, Danton. I am Brax, purveyor of sundry magical and non magical goods, bound to serve in this dungeon for all eternity, or till someone kicks Dredfaces' phylactery down his throat. What can I get ya?" Indeed you do my friend. I shall have your rooms set up for you. Sorry, cant do anything about the will of a god. At the moment, all I have is this wierd variation on the Bag of Tricks. It only contains badger balls, but you can have up to 15 out in a day, and at the same time. Or you can use 5 balls at once to summon a dire badger. We call it the Bag of Badger. 6000 gold and it is yours.
"Hrm." badger badger badger badger Berz roots around in his bag. "I have..uhh...about two pounds of platinum. How much is that worth? I need that Bag. Can I trade in this sword? It's too light, and it's too damn bright." dire dire dire dire badger badger badger badger! Berz looks at everyone else. "I mean, something called "Dire Badger" has to be more useful in a fight than a weapon I'm not using, right?"
