Nimly's Adventures
Chapter 11 - Work & Wonder
10th of Mirtul, 1492
As he leaves the guild with his new wealth turning over in his mind, Nimly keeps an eye out for shops that cater to adventurers and magic users. He recognizes the familiar sign of Robes, Rods, and Potions, a family operated chain of establishments that can be found in a few of the cities around Faerûn. This shop is adorned with intricate arcane symbols and runes, and the windows display a variety of magical items, including enchanted clothing, ensorcelled rods, and bubbling potions in every possible hue, in a fantastic variety of glass bottles. The air is filled with the faint scent of herbs and alchemical ingredients, and the soft glow of magical light illuminates the interior.
Nimly enters the shop, with Thorn following closely behind. The shopkeeper, a tall and elegant elf with silver hair and piercing green eyes, greets him with a warm smile. "W-welcome to Robes, Rods and Potions; I am Eben! H-how can I assist you today? We have a wide selection of magical items, potions, and other necessities for an adventurer such as yourself."
Nimly looks around, taking in the displays. “I’m in the market for a few potions and an enchanted rod, if the deal is right. How is your selection of warlock rods, my good sir?”
Eben nods and gestures towards a display case filled with various rods, each glowing with a faint magical aura. He smiles, his eyes gleaming with enthusiasm. "Ah, an excellent choice," he says, motioning towards a display case filled with ornate objects. "We have a fine selection that would be perfect for a warlock such as yourself. Allow me to show you our best offerings."
He carefully picks up the first item, its surface shimmering with a faint magical aura. "Th-this is the Rod of the Pact Keeper +1," he explains. "It grants a competitive edge (+1 bonus to spell attack rolls and saving throw DCs) for your warlock spells. Additionally, once per long rest, you may use an action to recover a spell slot." He pauses, letting the weight of his words sink in. "This one is priced at 1500 gold pieces."
Next, Eben presents a slightly more elaborate device. "H-here we have the Rod of the Pact Keeper +2, which offers even greater advantages for your warlock needs (+2 bonus to spell attack rolls and saving throw DCs)," he says, his tone reverently indicating its enhanced power. "This one is priced at 5000 gold pieces."
Eben then ever so gingerly picks up a rod that seems to hum with energy. "Th-this is the Rod of Absorption," he says. "It can absorb and store spells cast at you, which you can later use to cast spells of your own. It is an invaluable tool for any warlock, priced at 50,000 gold pieces."
Eben places the rods back in their display case with a satisfied smile. "Now, allow me to introduce you to our fine selection of potions, each one crafted to aid you on your adventures.”
He picks up a small vial filled with a vibrant red liquid. "First, we have the Basic Healing Potion," he explains. "This potion will heal you of minor injuries (for 2d4+2 hit points, and as you level it increases in potency). It's a staple for any adventurer and each is priced at 100 gold pieces."
Next, Eben lifts another vial containing a brighter red liquid. "For more serious injuries, I recommend the Potion of Greater Healing, which is this potent brew (4d4+4 hit points, and as you level it increases in potency). Each vial costs 400 gold."
Eben's hand moves to a vial filled with a golden liquid that seems to glow with an inner light. "Here we have the Potion of H-h-heroism. It grants immediate aid (10 temporary hit points) and the effects of the Bless spell for an hour. Truly a boon in battle, each of these potions are priced at 1000 gold pieces."
Setting everything back in its place he says, “These are our finest rods and potions. If you have any questions or w-would like to see anything in more detail, please let me know. We can also discuss price deals if you're looking to purchase multiple items."
Nimly’s eyes gleam with excitement as he surveys the shop’s wares. "A most excellent selection! I have my eye on the Pact Keeper Mark I," he declares, with a bit of wonder. Reaching into his pouch, Nimly retrieves a large, gleaming ruby and places it with a flourish on the immaculate countertop. "Will you part with the rod and two potions of healing for this magnificent ruby and 1000 gold pieces?" he asks with a grin.
Eben's eyes widen at the sight of the ruby, clearly impressed by its quality. "Th-this is indeed a splendid ruby. L-let me take a closer look," he says, leaning in to inspect it. He examines the ruby carefully, using a loupe to scrutinize its clarity and cut. After a few moments, he nods appreciatively. "Th-this ruby is exquisite, truly a gem of exceptional quality. I believe we can make a deal."
Setting the ruby down gently, Eben turns to retrieve the items Nimly requested. He places the items on the counter. "The Rod of the Pact Keeper +1 and two Basic Healing Potions, in exchange for this ruby and 1000 gold pieces. It's a pleasure doing business with you," he says, a satisfied smile on his face. "If you need anything else, feel free to let me know. I wish you the best of luck on your adventures," Eben adds, his tone warm and inviting.
Nimly smiles and makes the items disappear into his pack. "I hope to be back soon, with more wondrous trades ahead of us," he replies, giving a courteous nod before exiting the shop. He gives Thorn a wide grin and spins his Rod of the Pact Keeper. “The next bandits that stop us on the road will be launched right out of their boots! Cmon Thorn, Let’s head to Darian’s and get rested before we head out tomorrow!”
As they enter the Silver Stag, Darian hails them over. Nimly approaches the bar, and Darian leans in slightly, lowering his voice just enough to add a touch of intrigue. "Nimly! There have been increasing reports of bandit activity on the roads leading out of the city. Some of the bandits are becoming more organized, which has traders and travelers on edge. The city guard is doing their best, but it's been tough keeping them in check."
He glances around the room, making sure no one else is listening too closely before continuing. "Also, there's talk about some strange occurrences in the nearby forests. A few folks claim they've seen unusual lights and heard eerie sounds at night. The druids believe it might be something to do with the Fey, but no one knows for sure."
He straightens up and smiles again. "And on a more positive note, there's a big celebration planned for the end of the month. It's to honor the city’s founding, and there will be feasts, games, and all sorts of festivities. If you’re still around, you should definitely check it out." Darian pats Nimly on the shoulder. "Are you settlin’ in for the night? Would you both like some dinner?"
Nimly thanks him for the information and removes the bandit map from his inside pocket, spreading it out briefly on the counter. Once Darian registers the context of it, Nimly folds it closed. He speaks softly, “If you still offer mailing services here, could I have this discreetly sent to Captain Anara? I am heading out of town tomorrow. I do not know her personally, but perhaps with your contacts, you could see that she receives this bit of intelligence to assist in the fight against the bandits. I acquired this map from three brutes that attempted to rob me about a day north of Everlund on the Silverymoon Road.”
Darian’s eyes widen slightly as he sees the bandit map. He nods slowly when Nimly explains its significance. "I understand, Nimly. We still offer mailing services. I can ensure that this map gets to Captain Anara. She’s been working tirelessly to combat the bandit threat, and this information could be invaluable." He takes the map carefully, ensuring it remains folded and discreet. "Is there anything else I can assist you with?”
Nimly nods, “Have dinner sent to our room, please. We’ll be turning in early so we can head out at first light.” The pair leave the bar and make their way to their room.
Nimly flops down on the bed, both exhausted and satisfied from his work over the past several days. His interactions with the Gemcutter's Guild in Everlund had brought back memories of his family in Glimmerstone, where his father worked in gem cutting and sales, while his mother was kept quite busy on away missions into the Underdark to find raw materials. The crafting and the sale of the emerald felt like a return to his roots; finding Thorn and the commissioning of his leather barding felt like a new chapter in his life, where he would have a constant companion and friend at his back.
This blend of the old and the new fit well together in his mind, and he smiles at the thought of new gems to be found and the manner in which they would overcome new foes on the way. Nimly also reflects on the warm reception he received from Darian and the comforts of the Silver Stag Inn. Despite the threats lurking outside the city, he feels a sense of belonging and purpose in Everlund. With all the experience gained so far in their adventures, Nimly and Thorn will reach level 4 after their long rest!
As sleep begins to overtake him, Nimly feels the familiar, comforting presence of Grahl, his elemental patron. The room darkens, and the air grows heavy with an earthy scent.
In his mind’s eye, Nimly sees the ancient and powerful figure of Grahl, a being of living stone and earth, his appearance that of an amalgamation of rocks, minerals, and soil.
The voice of Grahl resonates deeply within Nimly's being, echoing like the rumble of shifting earth. "Nimly, my faithful servant, hear my call. The time has come for you to pursue the Silver Stag. This creature is no ordinary beast; it is a manifestation of the earth’s purest essence, a symbol of balance and harmony. The Silver Stag’s presence in this region signifies a convergence of powerful natural energies. Its delivery to me will bring us closer to understanding the deep, hidden forces that shape our world."
Nimly sees a vision of the Silver Stag, a magnificent and ethereal creature with a shimmering silver coat and antlers that sparkle like precious gems. The stag moves gracefully through a dense, mystical forest, its every step leaving a trail of light.
Grahl continues, “You must seek out this stag, not only for the power it holds but to protect it from those who would exploit its essence for darker purposes. The balance of nature is delicate, and the Silver Stag is a keystone in maintaining this equilibrium. By bringing it to me, you will help preserve the harmony of our world and unlock secrets that have been buried for millennia."
Grahl's vision fades, leaving Nimly with a sense of purpose and determination. The call to pursue the Silver Stag is clear, and he knows that this quest will be a defining moment in his journey. As the vision ends, Nimly drifts into a deep sleep, his dreams filled with images of the Silver Stag and the path that lies ahead. He feels the weight of Grahl's expectations, but also the thrill of the adventure that awaits.
11th of Mirtul, 1492 DR
In the early morning light, following his dream of the stag, Nimly spends time writing down his best recollections of his two previous sightings of the mystical creature, including visual description, locations, times of day, distance upon sighting and how skittish the creature acted. Upon reflection of this new quest and his previous intentions, he chooses to continue on his quest to seek out gem deposits to the northwest, while retaining an awareness for the stag and a willingness to alter his objectives if another sighting should happen.
He makes his way to breakfast with Thorn and also to check in for any updates from Darian. The room is filled with the comforting smells of freshly baked bread, sizzling bacon, and brewed coffee. Patrons are already bustling, exchanging stories and plans for the day.
Darian, ever the hospitable innkeeper, spots Nimly and Thorn entering and waves them over. "Good morning, Nimly! And a good morning to you too, Thorn. I hope you both slept well. Please, take a seat and I’ll get breakfast out to you shortly."
Nimly and Thorn settle at a table, and Darian brings over two plates heaped with steaming scrambled eggs and buttered toast. "Thank you for the delicious food, Darian. I also wanted to check in on any updates, particularly regarding the map I entrusted you with."
Darian nods, his expression serious for a moment." Yes, indeed. I made sure the map was delivered to Captain Anara last night. She was very appreciative and mentioned that this information could greatly aid their efforts against the bandits. You did a good thing, Nimly."
With his morning preparations complete and both of them well-fed, Nimly steps out of the Silver Stag Inn, feeling the warmth of the morning sun on his face. The city of Everlund is bustling with activity, the streets nearby filled with merchants, crafters and all the other townsfolk beginning their day. Nimly adjusts his gear and ensures his notes about the Silver Stag are securely tucked away. Thorn stands beside him, eyes alert and ears twitching at the surrounding noises. Nimly pats the rat affectionately and the two set off to the north, across the Knightbridge, skirting the west side of the Bell Market, and following the widest streets out towards the northwest gate.
The guards at the Silverymoon Gate nod in recognition as Nimly and Thorn pass by, having become somewhat familiar with the gnome and his giant rat during their stay. The dirt road ahead is well-trodden and busy with traffic already, leading out into the wilds beyond the city's protective walls.
As they leave the city behind, the sounds of urban life gradually fade, replaced by the rustling of leaves and the chirping of morning birds. The road curves to the north towards Silverymoon, with the River Rauvin visible in the distance off to the left. The pair travel through dense bits of forest and occasional clearings that offer breathtaking views of the surrounding landscape. Nimly and Thorn move at a steady pace, the gnome’s keen eyes and the rat’s sharp senses keeping watch for danger.
The journey is peaceful, the morning air fresh and invigorating. Nimly reflects on his dreams and the vision from Grahl, feeling a deep connection to the earth and its hidden wonders. The thoughts of the Silver Stag cross his mind frequently, keeping him alert and observant. They come to a side road that heads west, towards a small bridge across the River Rauvin that Nimly has used before. The pair turns and heads for the bridge, and beyond that into the wild splendor of the Whispering Woods.
Intrepid adventurers and DMs, I hope you enjoyed this continuation of Nimly’s story.
May your rolls be critically high or dramatically low, adding flavor and excitement to your campaigns!