Loot: The Eternity Dungeon

[Marvelous Miscreant]

The hat shuffles as orange slime begins to bubble up around the severed digit. The slime suck hungrily at its impromptu meal and begins to grow as it feeds. The Shop owner backs away from the hat as fast as he can, his eyes wide with terror as the slime begins to slosh out of the hat and onto the counter.

"Ok, OK! I'll pay you 15 gold, just don't let it eat me! Please!"

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Star whips the hatchet off of his belt and uses  the blunt end to beat the budding slimes back into a state of inertness. When it finally dies down again. He looks up at the shopkeeper with starry eyes. "15!? That would probably be enough to get everything I need." He says, slipping the hatchet back into his belt. "Sorry about the table. I didn't know it would get that big. That was really surprising, it's not like I gave it the whole thing." He looks down at his arm. "Is Looter really nutritious or something?"

[Philote]

"Whats the difference in cost between me trading in my quaterstaff for a metal version and you using this barb I've got here to craft a suitable weapon?" Willow inquires.

"Besides all these common exchanges, I'd like it if you would explain how to use that device in the corner. If you don't mind me saying, it appears a little out of place compared to the rest of your belongings."

[Smackgiver]

/Praosk tilts his head in an attempt to keep the conversation between Willow and the Smith within his audible range and moves to rummage thru the equipment in the corner/

[Marvelous Miscreant]

The shopkeeper just nods vaguely at Star's question, his eyes still wide with a mixture of surprise and fear. He reaches under the counter and pulls up a small bag, counts out 15 gold from it and slides the money towards Star.

"Here you go sir, please let me know if I can be of any further service."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"How are you for Chlorofiend parts?" Star asks.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

The smith strokes his beard and looks thoughtful for few moments before speaking.

"Well, I've gotta couple uh metal plated staff's I could trade ya for 6 or 7 coins. Thar both over....um...thar somewhere," he gestures towards the pile of equipment.

"I can probably fashion somthin' outta that spine thar for maybe 8 coins, depending of course on what you want. Less if you've got some other materials to work with."

Finally the smith turns towards that large contraption in the corner, "As for the Altar over thar...well its a doozy for shur. That thing thar, takes two things, whatever ya want, and combines them with some fancy magics. You can't ever be sure how its gonna come out though. I usually use it for makin' new metals and such. Anywyas, dees altars is all over the dungeon, but most people never figure out how to use 'em proper. I could let ya use mine as much as ya like if ya buy something, I'll even show ya what I know."

[Marvelous Miscreant]

The shopkeeper looks confused, "Um...well, I don't get many parts from them seeing as most people who go after them end up dead. Why?"

[Philote]

"Praosk, lets buy something for you or one of the others first" Willow says. "I'd like to gain access to altar before I see if I need to buy a new staff or not."

"Blacksmith, would you mind if I went ahead and used the altar while my friend searches?"

[Marvelous Miscreant]

"As long as you plan on buyin' somthin' I don;t see why not. Go ahead. Just place something on the big pad and something on one of the smaller pads. Nearest I've been able to figure, the smaller pads change how the object is combined. Couldn't tell ya how exactly cause I ain't figured it out just yet. Then just press the pad on the back of that pillar and yur set."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Then I have some good news!" He replies, taking his money and walking out the door.

The next place he heads in the pawn shop, walking in and surveying what's for sale.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

In the pile Praosk can see two chest plates, a club, a set of greaves, some leather gloves,  a couple pairs of boots, and a various assortment of swords, daggers, bows and axes.

[Philote]

Willow walks up to the altar for a test run, placing the critter skull that he has in his backpack on the big pad and a single gold coin on the small pad before pressing the button.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

The two items begin to glow. Slowly they rise into the air, glowing brighter and brighter until they appear to be made of light. Suddenly the coin is sucked forward into the Critter skull and the light begins to dull as the skull lowers back onto the pad. When the light finally fades, Willow can see that in addition to being cleaned up, the skull now has a golden glow about it. It still appears to be made of bone, but it shines like gold. It's also now a great deal heavier for some reason.

[Philote]

"Curious" Willow says.

He places the skull back where it had been on the large pad and tosses a second gold coin, this time onto the triangle pad. Immediately after this combination, he repeats the process with the circle pad.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

The magical light show repeats, but when the light clears, the skull has been replaced by a fist sized disc. The disc has been engraved with the image of a critter skull on one side and a stylized  number 1 on the other side. It appears to made of bone and gleams like gold.

After the process in preformed a third time the disc is now smaller and looks like gold, however, it still feel like bone. The engravings have shifted to look more like a coins but still retain the image of a skull.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

The owner of the Pawn Shop is far more receptive. He practically ambushes Star at the door, shaking his hand and shouting in an over-the-top enthusiasm, "Hey There! Welcome, Welcome, Welcome to my Shop! My name is Daniel, but you can just call me Dan. Looking for something in particular or just here to browse?"

Around the shop Star can see what most would simply consider junk. Pots, bottles, tools, and various odds and ends hangs everywhere. The odd weapon or article of clothing can be seen packed into the cramped shelves and racks. A display cabinet in the back holds several odd pieces and sports a sign proclaiming "Magic" Rings.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"I need a 10 foot pole, a proper traveling pack, a scabbard for this," he shrugs to indicate Luck the sword, resting as ever over his shoulder, "some rope, a grappling hook, and a few of those bottles. How much is that?"

[Smackgiver]

"Two questions, Master Smith... first, how much are you asking for this set of greaves?  Second, I'm interested in the leather gloves, inasmuch as you could affix some metal, spiked knuckles to them.  Is that something within your craft?"

[Smackgiver]

"Your graciousness staggers me, Friend Willow.  I would yield my needs before that of Name Goes Here or Xlprq.  If we can accomodate them first, I'd gladly welcome a purchase that might suit me."