Pathfinder-ish Campaign...

[Tk'ya'pyk]

"Done and done."

Back on the island, Linus shakes his head in shock. Those who study the present would be well versed in looking into the past. When the Order first came to the archipelago, they had to take the island from the pirates who controlled it and built the first fortress. In order to come upon them without having to battle their fleet, the Order brought in a trio of stone-wizards. If you wait until low tide and look at the water between the islands closely in the light of the setting sun, you will see a roadway under the water. It has been silted over, and the ocean has risen a little since the road was first made a hundred years ago, but the road runs about a foot under the surface at low tide, from this island, all the way to the mainland. This is how the Order brought supplies like stone to the island...

 

[DeathBringer125]

"That is fascinating! Thank you for the help. I will be sure to deliver the armor personally. I think you will make for an interesting neighbor!"

 

[Tk'ya'pyk]

In the meantime, the Artisan's Guild is easy to find. Once inside, the receptionist asks what you need.

 

[Erta Wanderer]

"hello i am currently working on a shrine and i am in need of a crafts man capable of sculpting the alter and the statue that goes with it. the work would have to be on sight as i am not confident in transporting a finished work with out damaging it. preferable a artist that can work with those of other disciplines as the statue wont be made only of stone. do you have any one hear that would meet those requirements and who would be willing to work with me?

 

[Tk'ya'pyk]

She gives you a list of several people, but informs you that Ylkhanes might be your best choice, as she has been crafting altar-decor for over two decades now. She is not cheap, and charges 200gp a week for her work, but it is usually high quality and she can enchant her work, if so desired though that will be extra.

 

[Erta Wanderer]

"so be it she sounds perfect. can i meet with her?"

 

[Tk'ya'pyk]

"Certainly. She is between jobs at the moment." The receptionist hands you a piece of parchment with the name of a tavern on it. "She usually hangs out here during her downtime. Um... good luck..."

 

[Erta Wanderer]

"thank you very much" Izema heads out towards the tavern. "good luck" not the best thing to hear when heading to a business meeting well we shall see

 

[Lizerd]

Bang, a list of material assembled for the twin rail cannons approaches the orc smith.
"Hello there, would you be able to forge a few components?" Bang pulls up the list of items, 2 green steel rails, 2 green steel springs, and 6 high tension cables.

 

[Erta Wanderer]

arriving at the tavern Izema heads to the bar tender and asks which one of the many patrons is Ylkhanes

 

[Tk'ya'pyk]

Bigbang, the smith looks at your list and shakes his head. "Not with this forge, I cannot. Greensteel requires a much hotter flame than I can make. If we upgrade this place a lot, then yes."

 

[Tk'ya'pyk]

The barkeep cocks a head, listening to your query, then gestures to the corner. Off in the back of the tavern are three rather... characterful beings. The first is a rotund dwarf who looks like he enjoys a donut. He's working on what looks to be his third tankard, idly munching the contents of a plate of what looks like meat-stuffed rolls as he talks to the others and sketches something in a large book.

The second is a tired-looking human wearing a stained canvas apron over his tunic and trews. His skin is dark, his hands tinted a paler color from some dye or something. He's deep in conversation with the dwarf and nursing a single glass of something stronger than the ale the dwarf is drinking.

Seated across from them is a tall, powerfully-built female knollosi. She downs her mug of ale in a single draw, bangs the mug down on the table and calls for more. Her laughter is deep and booming. She's wearing a leather apron over tunic and trews, her long hair pulled back in a thick braid. You have a suspicion this is the one you want...

 

[Erta Wanderer]

(ah well that enplanes a few things) Izema walks over omen on his heels "miss are you Ylkhanes? i am looking for a master artist for a job and i was told you where the best."

 

[Tk'ya'pyk]

Glancing over at you, she sized you up and frowns. "K'yip grrzekh zh'vorek dhu..." Letting out a long sigh, she repeats her call for another mug and turns in her chair to face you. "Ylkhanes I be, yez. Hyu?"

 

[Erta Wanderer]

Izema nods "one moment miss" reaching into his bags he pulls out a scroll and hands it to omen "can you cast this on me?"

 

[Nazqua]

Ohmen casts the scroll onto Izema, doing it in such a way to make it descrete and calm.

 

[Erta Wanderer]

Izema turns back to Ylkhanes he doesn't speak her language but she hears it. "my name is Izema i am a traveler. i am working on a project to build a shrine and i need a artist to build the main alter and statue, the materials are going to be marble glass and silver." Izema pauses a moment strugleing to find words "it seems foolish to be so business like about this.this is a very personal mater." he looks her in the eyes "can you help me?"

 

[Tk'ya'pyk]

"Altar statue? Hmm." She mulls it over for a while, then shrugs. "Marble I can work, silver I can do, but you'll need a specialist for the glass. Will this be a portable piece? Do you have a sketch drawn up already?"

 

[Erta Wanderer]

"Altar statue? Hmm." She mulls it over for a while, then shrugs. "Marble I can work, silver I can do, but you'll need a specialist for the glass. Will this be a portable piece? Do you have a sketch drawn up already?"

"no it will not be portable as it will be life sized. as for the subject i can try to draw her but i doubt i could do it justice i am no painter... it will be a statue of Elation lady of the lake deity of water, travel, and mastery and discipline in all things. i can at least describe her to you" izema is not a poet or a man of words but he has a good memory and he describes his goddess as last he saw her cresting a wave... waving farewell as he first sets off on his travels. he paints the best vision of her he can with his limited skills sketching while he talks. once done he falls silent a look of deep sadness and loss on his face holding his pendant.

 

[Tk'ya'pyk]

"Hmm." The knollosi ponders the idea for a while and shrugs. "That should not be a terrible issue. I am assuming this will be a sculpt-in-place job then?"