Ulgrotha - School of Strongrock

Players: Iskren / Taurio / Vultha / Zantaroth / Sorval

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We rejoin Sorval in the smithy, where Gunther takes in the newcomer properly, looking him up and down, realising Sorval still is wearing his Boros gear and decides to make life easier. To let Sorval unwind a bit. So he takes him to the nearby general store (Leopold's General Goods) and procures some coal-heated wine for the warrior and lets him drink it before returning to the work ahead.

And work they do, forging the beginnings of some heavy plate for Sorval, getting quite a bit of it done throughout the day. Getting the Boros logo, a Serran emblem and a signet of the Shadow Mage integrated, he gets things done to a good standard.

Taurio, meanwhile, looks at some of the activities going on, paying close attention to a rune-carving shaman before being distracted by a bull minotaur who calls out to the "Ravnican scum". Facing off heroically against the dual-wielding foe, Taurio manages to spots the specter of Leshrac looming over the aggressor's shoulder. An exciting duel that is bound to be remembered by the onlookers ends with Taurio disemboweling his foe. Picking up the strange sword and warhammer the beast was wielding, Taurio sees strange runes on the spikey bits. Bringing these items back to the runecarver shaman, Taurio trades them for a 'longaxe'. 

Iskren and Zantaroth revel in the fact they saved lives today. By not killing people. Out of annoyance. They decide to seperate after telling each other they are friends. Zantaroth finds Vultha and has a few words about colour and personalizations of nature. Lucidly. Iskren heads off to works on some jewels, eventually crafting a sparkling wedding ring, a beautiful thing which Iskren passes on to Sorval. 

The party eventually meets up again, with people exchanging pleasantries and Taurio explaining trading off priceless artifacts and Zantaroth mentioning a lingering urge to get inked.

Tarboo explains the rules (no poisoning drinks, no fireballs, no face eating, no restoring those who are down, no coup de grace) and sends the group down. They spot a bookie, Nilf, so Iskren convinces the bookie that the party would take on two enemy groups at the same time and convinces the crowd the party doesn't come battle-tested, allowing for a little betting advantage. A little bickering goes on about the group's name, eventually settling on the RavniCans / RavWhoCans.

Two groups face off against the party, who utterly slaughter the officer from earlier in the day that picked a fight with the lizards. And his friends. And the other group. It is a massacre. The only flaw in the entire scheme is Zantaroth going berserk on the party, his newly grown hair puffing out, crocodilian jaw retracting to resemble a dog's muzzle and attacking with wanton abandon both the enemy and Taurio, before coming to his senses. The townspeople take note of the prowess displayed. The bookie loses a lot of money. The party is happy... until they look around after receiving their rewards and finding Zantaroth has run off to the outside.