Interplanar Importers

The court stands in the middle of the Lady's Ward. This foreboding structure rises only two stories above its huge granite foundation, but its clock tower climbs three stories higher. The grand clock in the tower is supposedly the most accurate time keeping device this side of Mechanus. There is a great stair up to the proud marble pillars flanking the outside of the entry. During the day you would find you self standing shoulder to shoulder with accused criminals, Harmonium agents, and Clueless. Taverns now serve bashers just killing time before their court appearances, and scribes still run by on court-related duties. Freelance advocates of all sorts hawk their skills outside the building. The court has closed for the day but people still mill about. The bells chime proudly as you pass, 30 AP, it will be Antipeak soon, just as Tarsheva said.

Clymenstria: [Looks around and recognizes the look in the eyes of the hawkers as the same one with which she met Peter, and his desire to be unnoticed. Looking to peter and nodding at his unease and does what she can to keep attention to the group to a minimum, but, what we do get focused upon herself, holding herself upright and ready for action.]

Peter: [To Clemenstria- nods and in a crazy old man like voice asks] Do you need any of your bags carried m'lady? [kneels down and secures Clymenstria's footwear then spit shines the leather]

Brilligh: [Scowls at Peter, hissing] Move along sod!

Just blocks away from the Courthouse is Interplanar Importers. It's a clean, attractive building but not as grand as the other walled fortresses found nearby. The compound is large but only the main building has the flair that is unique to the Lady's Ward wealthy. The rest of the compound, while decent, is built for utility. It is walled off with a large delivery entrance manned by armed guards. Tarsheva takes you though this gate and leads you to the receiving area.

A Bariaur introduces herself Arayna. She is a dashing blond with long locks trailing down her back. Her eyes, as blue as the stormy sea in winter flash over you, devouring your skin with a single glance. She is cloaked in the finest clothes probably from some far reaching plane. Her face is serious yet relaxed. As you approach she breaks into a smile, losing her stoic frame. Her body loosens and her four hooven feet move about on the cobblestones. *Clack! Clack! Clack!* She shifts her weight and leans against her Quarterstaff. A holy symbol hangs from her neck. You cannot make out the details from here, but guess she must be a priest of some Power or another.

Arayna: And who might you be, berk? [she says in a playful manner addressing Tarsheva]

Tarsheva: I got some plants 'ere for Arayna care of Interplanar Importers. Straight from Baator and Arboria. I also have some soil from Arvendor as well, procured at great risk. That's 300 gp for th' plants and 450 gp for th' soil, if ya want it. Do ya have any rooms available for some ful cutters? These berks are bloods in th' making, though you wouldn't know it by looking.

Clymenstria: [Edging her way forward, to hold the bridle of the horse, she tries to get herself a better look at the holy symbol, excited to get to meet another priest so soon.]

Peter: Let me take care of your horse for ye m'lady [trying to give Clymenstria positioning to have a better look].

Brilligh: [Sinks back some from the glare of Arayna, feeling the grime of battle & road travel on herself. She listens to Tarsheva & Arayna closely, trying to learn about the treasures.]

Arayna: Aye, a stiff price ye ask. Given that this is the first time dealing with you I would be willing to give ye 600 for the lot and rooms are on me tonight. What say ye?

Tarsheva: I know ye'll be happy with th' dirt. Arvendor is th' Elven forest in Arboria. I never saw trees so tall or healthy as there. Twas thinking of selling it myself, but bar that. I'd rather walk th' ring.

Arayna: Well, then ye shall be staying with us tonight. I have rooms for the lot of ye. I trust ye won't be starting any trouble here?

Tarsheva: [pauses as she looks the party over] Nah, I'll vouch for them. They won't cause any problems.

You move closer to try and get a glimpse of Arayna's holy symbol noting that it is an enamel necklace with three stars (orange, yellow, red) in a black background, you have seen this symbol before and know it to be that of the power Liira - goddess of Freedom, Celebration, and Liberty.

Arayna: [drops a large bag of coin in Tarsheva's hand in exchange for the goods. The weight seems to be correct.]

Tarsheva: [pays each PC 15 gp] Thanks for your help. You all did very well, an' it has been a pleasure.

Brilligh: [Holds out her right hand, to shake hands] Was fine working with you Tarsheva, I'd do it again in a tick. [She slips the coins into her bag.]

*Arayna receives (5) Baatorian Violets, (3) Baatorian Amaryllis, (10) Baatorian Scadoxus, (2) Baatorian Fire-Crackers; (8) Arborian Orchids, (6) Arborian Bulbophyllum, (8) Arborian Chrysanthium saplings, (4) Olympian Maianthemum.*

*Aryna recieves 300 lbs of soil from Arvendor. +2 to all agricultural checks when using the soil. Soil can heal dying plants, increase yields and improve growing times*

A large group of small humanoids with black glossy skin and antennae arrive carrying a huge crate. From the crate strange peeps and squeals emanate. Arayna seems distracted for a moment and waves her arm to a couple hired hands standing nearby who escort the group of strange ant-like humanoids to a far corner of the entry room.

Arayna: Follow me and I'll show you where you will be staying. [Arayna turns her back to you and whooshes her tail through the air. She leads you to a flight of stairs made of a fine stained wood. The railing is carved of a shiny white bone and the posts at the bottom of the stairs are floating shrunken heads of vampires] Stay away from the heads, they bite. One was the great Vampire Seid Von Ludwig who ruled his own demi-plane on the edges of the demi-plane of shadow. He attempted dangerous magicks learned from the Netheril on Toril and attempted to twist the weave to make himself into a power. The other was the Vampiress Reikkwess Marianas who committed genocide and slayed the entire sub-species of Thri-Kreen called K'Thivis in the known planes. Both of these Vampires were slain by The Great Vampire Hunter Colt Swiftbolt. We keep them both here as reminders of what too much power can do to a blood. Right this way... [leaps up the stairs with gentle grace]

The party is led to a cramped room behind some crates. Arayna lights the lantern hanging in the room and you can tell that the room was hastily built to accommodate a merchant and his or her servants. Evidence of previous visitors still remain in the room. Some blankets lie crumpled in the corner and small pieces of paper are scattered about like someone ripped up a page from a book. There's barely enough room for you all to fit, but perhaps you can stay here for one night. After moving the wash basin and bed pan (empty) you make enough room to sleep. The room quickly heats up from the lantern and all the bodies next to each other.

Brilligh: [Stuffs herself into a corner of the room, and dozes.]

QUESTION TO PCs: WHO MOVES THE WASHBASIN? ROLL HIGH D20!