"Very well," Larken says. "No matter the reason, the help is appreciated. I hope this task will challenge you as much as Ilneval desires." Larken stands and looks down at Kulan, "It will be a tough journey, so your skills will be welcome." He reaches down to offer his hand in a firm shake before retiring to one of the rooms.
In the early hours of the morning, Jil sat upright in her bed, covered in cold sweat. She clamped a hand across her mouth, containing any sound that might wake others. Taking deep breaths, she managed to calm herself. In the silence of the room, aside from the soft snoring coming from Cor, Jil could still hear laughing. With a trembling hand, she gathered her things, and silently left the room. Once in the tavern again, Jil found a table and lit a candle. Pulling out books and scrolls, she made herself a cozy spot to do some writing. Flipping open a journal, she began to write, hand still trembling.
I had the nightmare again. I don’t know why I am surprised. I’ve had it every night since this curse took hold of me. Always the same, those black jaws reaching out to consume me, that horrible, high pitched, cruel laughter. It’s always the same, no matter what I do, I’m always swallowed whole, dropped into a pit of nothingness, a black void of despair. But, always that persisting laughter. I can still hear it, after I awaken. Even before I sleep, as I feel the sword pierce my heart every night. It’s always there, taunting me, in the back of my mind.
There is something evil, waiting out there in the jungle, ready to consume my soul. I’m now convinced I will never walk out of that jungle. My friends will be there to watch as this evil thing tears me apart. Even if I were to remain here, it would come for me. There is no escape for me, I am doomed. The only thing left for me to do, now, is to prepare them to continue on without me.
Once she was finished writing, she pulled out one last book from her pack. This one, wrapped in a cloth, was much older than the others. She rested her trembling hand upon it a moment before opening it. Opening various books and scrolls, she would spend the rest of the night doing her research and would continue to do so into the morning. Those waking up would see her, deep in thought, furiously writing.
Larken is ready quite early in the morning. He shakes Cor awake. "On your feet, soldier. We have work to do." She merely moans and flips to her other side in response.
He straps on his leathers and oils his bow, bothering Cor periodically until she's up on her feet again. "I'm going to the market to get our supplies, we need to find that guide, and Jil's been up all night doing Selune-knows-what." As he says this he slings his greatsword on his back and clips his quiver to his armor. "Lets go, Cor!"
He meets Jil back in the common room and joins her at the table. "Kulan has the majority of the gold for supplies, but we need Inete's coin to get everything. Are you up for meeting her and joining us in the market?" He sees the bags under her eyes and the books, scrolls, and ink splattered about the desk, but doesn't comment on it. He gives her a long look before adding, "If you're not up for travel, just say the word."
Jil closes books and begins to put her belongings away. "I'll be okay," she said with a smile. She carefully wrapped the old tome in its cloth and placed it at the bottom of her pack, placing other things on top of it. "Is there anything else you'd like me to do while I'm out?" With the rest of her things packed, she blew out the candle, and stood. "I'm not dead yet, Larken," she said, noticing the way he was looking at her. "I can do this. I promise. Stop worrying." She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, then headed out the door. Once outside, she turned her face to the sun, still smiling. Fake a smile until you just feel happy, she thought. As long as she could convince the others everything would be fine, maybe she'd begin to believe it herself.
Cor wasn't normally a morning person, and her current headache wasn't exactly helping the situation. Considering she couldn't remember much of the night before, she was sure that she had far too much to drink. But all things considered, this morning didn't even register in the top five worst hangovers of this month. "M'awake," she grumbled as he continued to pester her. The rogue was certainly alert enough to notice Jilwyn kiss Lark on the cheek.
"Did I say or do anything too embarrassing last night?" She asked Larken, not wanting to acknowledge what she had just seen. "If you expect me to be my normal, cheery, charismatic self, some coffee is going to be in order." Cor certainly didn't look ready for travel, her leathers only half on. But the former thief travelled light, and it wouldn't take her long to sling her pack over her shoulder and be ready to go.
Korine awoke later than was her norm, the sun already too high above the horizon and streaming through the shutters over the wide window, designed to catch as much breeze off the sea as possible. Wonderful - something else for them to complain about, no doubt.Packing away what few things she had, she quickly dresses, dons her armor despite the already rising heat, and settled her weapons in place before returning to the tavern room.
Entering quietly, she sees Kulan hasn't come down from the rooms yet, nor was the bard, Vistani, here yet - that was something at least. "Good morning," she says cheerily, though it's clear neither Jil nor Cor seemed particularly well-rested. "So, we have last-minute preparations to make, don't we? Can I help at all with those?"
Kulan walks into Kaya's house of respite just as Korine speaks.
"Morning all. I, er, I've never had to take off my armour without assistance, so I couldn't figure it out. Usually, Zevitar would help me take it on and take it off, but our patron decided not to bring even one of my cousins. I ended up just walking around, both because sleeping in armour is uncomfortable, and because I feel nervous my first night in new lands."
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Vistani strolled into the inn and looked over the group appearing to be at different levels of capacity due to the night before. Korine was the only one that seemed fresh to her. She knew Jil had some issue that probably related to this Soulmonger and curse going on. She missed what Kulan said, but it appeared he had just arrived. He looked like he had been up all night. She debated on how cheery to be when she walked up to the table because the more malicious side wanted to shout boisterously to annoy those with hangovers. She chuckled at her thoughts and decided to go for cheery without being too boisterous.
"Good morning. I see you are all finally up though I'm not sure some of you are ready to traipse into the jungle properly." She smiles. "Not meant as a slight, just an observation. If were a guide you talked to, I might be wondering what I was getting myself into."
She smiles at the woman that brings out a cup of coffee and hands it to her. She sipped it finding it just the way she liked it.
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Korine blinks at this revelation. He's never taken off his own armor? He has other people to do it for him? She honestly can't quite wrap her head around it. Perhaps from some snooty nobility, but he's an orc. Half-orc anyway. She didn't realize that they even had that sort of privilege within their culture. Mouth open, she searches for some words. "I... I'm sorry to hear that, Kulan. You could have asked for help," she offers. "Someone would have been glad to help, so that you could have gotten some sleep."
"No, no. Even if I were able to remove it, I'd've likely stayed up all night anyway. In future, I will take up on that offer however, thanks. Anyway, we've some last minute shopping to do, yes? Let me just get my things."
With this, Kulan returns to the room he was to be sleeping in, and will return with his equipment and the money in a minute.
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"We need to hire a guide, that needs to be our first priority," Cor'avin said grumpily. Her first priority was a cup of coffee, but finding Qawasha and securing him as their guide was a close second. "We don't know how much gold he'll require, so we can't buy anything until after he's told us his price. Afterwards, we can use whatever is left over to buy what Larken and Qawasha recommend."
"I can go find Qawasha alone, if you all have better things to do," she ran her fingers through her short, fiery red hair, tousling the strands into some sort of order. The rogue was mostly awake. Hopefully. "It doesn't matter to me. Either way, I need to get a move on to secure Qawasha sooner rather than later."
Larken nods and says, "Jil will be meeting us at the market with Inete. Once you find the guide, take him there. I'll try to secure some pack animals and provisions." He smiles at Cor and brushes his hand through her hair. It mussed up the correction she had made, but he liked it. "If you can't find the druid, go with your instinct on who else to pick," he adds.
He then nods to Kulan before the half-orc leaves to go back to his room. "I was a scout, but I too have experience in donning and doffing my own armor. If you like, I can take you through the motions." He was a bit surprised at the revelation, but gave the half-orc more character to know he had such a flaw. "For now... lets make way to the market. I'm not the best with negotiating prices, and the locals are savages when it comes to hiking up what we think of as a fair price."
He sees Vistani at the corner of his eye and nods in her direction. "Have you learned anything new about the Soulmonger?" He asks. He figured with her coming in from outside she might have spent some of her time getting the information he had paid her for.
“No,” Cor half-growled at Larken. “No spending money until we get the guide. Besides, unless one of our new companions knows how to barter better than you do, you’re going to want help.” The dirty-street urchin had grown up without anything, so she certainly held money in a much higher regard than most. She had gone to bed hungry too many nights to waste even a copper.
The half elf shook her head, the strands Larken had managed to tousle falling back into place. At least, for the most part. “Let’s all just go as one happy family,” she said, not trying to hide the sarcasm that dripped from her voice.
Kulan walks back into the room with the money. He was able to hear the conversation, the whole time, even if it was a bit muffled.
"Now now. I'd like to meet Qawasha before we go shopping, so I'll come with you, but the others can still scout out the markets for the best prices before we come to do our final shopping. Anyway, I think that both Vistani and Korine are more than capable at bartering. And I think I will take you up on that offer, Larken. The orcs I was raised around only ever learn how to do it with assistance - most of them can't even reach behind their backs properly anyway."
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"I'll go with you again, if you don't mind, Cor'avin. I know we haven't gotten off on the best first impression, but I near you no ill will, truly. But if you'd rather go without me, I can understand that." Korine half wanted to go out after Jilwyn to the temple, and see what Zitembe had to say about this latest dream, but she didn't. She needed to sort out how to deal with these dreams, to interpret them on her own.
"It's my thought that you may need to negotiate and barter with the guide, too, for the best price. Bartering is as much a pass time here as a necessity." Vistani smiles. "One never knows what they may find out even in a quick encounter. Like knowledge of three pirate ships and their captains who are wanted in the area for 2000gp per ship and 500gp per captain in written form stuffed in your hand by a harried dockmaster. So not only is the jungle the usual mess, it has pirate ships and probably camps near where they can anchor to worry about."
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A new day, the start of a new adventure. Once the party has found themselves fed and watered, with a plan in motion, the party heads out. The day is humid, but all days are humid. To those who have lived in Chult the temperature is fairly normal, the wind closer to a light breeze. The rain is heavy; it comes down in sheets and buckets. The people of Chult dart between the overhangs from buildings to buildings and that stand above the roads in places. Several walk around with rain catchers on their backs and strips of leather to push away they water as they travel from place to place. The sky is clouded, heavy with the water.
It does not appear to be a storm yet, thankfully.
Temple of Savras
The route to the Temple is relatively undisturbed. Aside from the rain and that the people of Chult move with a hurried sort of grace to gather up what they need. As Jilywn passed through markets and into the harbor on her path, she ran into a half-orc priest dressed in mail oddly enough. Not many Chultans wore full plate or mail like she did. The half-orc nearly walked right into Jilywn, hands scrubbing over her head in a sign of frustration.
"Ah, sorry, miss," the half-orc said. She backed away quickly and gave Jilwyn a once over. "I did not hurt you, did I?"
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When the rest of the party finally departed Kaya's House of Respite they stepped out into a heavy deluge that distorted much of the view in the distance. They traveled for maybe five minutes they hear alarms blare loudly. The sounds echo throughout the whole city, and suddenly denizens are pouring in from the left. Those who live in Chult recognize it as Malar's Throat, and the alarm the signal that the undead were yet again attacking. People who streamed past you screamed, some of them yelling about the Temple. Cor'avin and Larkin know the Temple in question is the Temple of Tymora, the only Temple in Malar's Throat and at constant threat of the undead.
Jil nodded at the half-orc and said, "Blessings. I'm fine, thank you." She noted the priests armor, and smiled. "Welcome to Chult. You should-" Her smile faded as she began to hear the alarm. Jil turned back toward the direction she had just come from. "Apologies," she said, hastily. "There's an undead outbreak in the town. My name is Jilwyn. Might I suggest you come with me to the Temple of Savras?" A look of worry was apparent on her face as she motioned in the direction of the temple. "Please, join me."
"Undril Silvertusk," Undril said and glanced off in the direction of the alarm. "They...have it well in hand? Is this normal?" She does not protest the decision to head toward the Temple of Savras. She follows after Jilwyn although she does look back off into the distance on occasion. "Should we not help?"
The population remains fairly calm despite the blaring alarms that gather attention. A few people head toward shelter, but that could easily be to avoid the rain rather than the attack of undead. The Temple of Savras is thankfully not too far away--fifteen minutes of a walk at the most.
Jil put a smile back on her face. "Pleased to meet you, Undril Silvertusk. This is fairly common, unfortunately." She chuckles to herself. "If my friends have heard the alarm, and I'm certain they have, they'll be running off to help." Jil wiped some rain from her face. "Come, let's get out of this rain. Once I am done at the temple, I will be heading in the direction of the alarm, and you can help.
"Very well," Larken says. "No matter the reason, the help is appreciated. I hope this task will challenge you as much as Ilneval desires." Larken stands and looks down at Kulan, "It will be a tough journey, so your skills will be welcome." He reaches down to offer his hand in a firm shake before retiring to one of the rooms.
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In the early hours of the morning, Jil sat upright in her bed, covered in cold sweat. She clamped a hand across her mouth, containing any sound that might wake others. Taking deep breaths, she managed to calm herself. In the silence of the room, aside from the soft snoring coming from Cor, Jil could still hear laughing. With a trembling hand, she gathered her things, and silently left the room. Once in the tavern again, Jil found a table and lit a candle. Pulling out books and scrolls, she made herself a cozy spot to do some writing. Flipping open a journal, she began to write, hand still trembling.
I had the nightmare again. I don’t know why I am surprised. I’ve had it every night since this curse took hold of me. Always the same, those black jaws reaching out to consume me, that horrible, high pitched, cruel laughter. It’s always the same, no matter what I do, I’m always swallowed whole, dropped into a pit of nothingness, a black void of despair. But, always that persisting laughter. I can still hear it, after I awaken. Even before I sleep, as I feel the sword pierce my heart every night. It’s always there, taunting me, in the back of my mind.
There is something evil, waiting out there in the jungle, ready to consume my soul. I’m now convinced I will never walk out of that jungle. My friends will be there to watch as this evil thing tears me apart. Even if I were to remain here, it would come for me. There is no escape for me, I am doomed. The only thing left for me to do, now, is to prepare them to continue on without me.
Once she was finished writing, she pulled out one last book from her pack. This one, wrapped in a cloth, was much older than the others. She rested her trembling hand upon it a moment before opening it. Opening various books and scrolls, she would spend the rest of the night doing her research and would continue to do so into the morning. Those waking up would see her, deep in thought, furiously writing.
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Larken is ready quite early in the morning. He shakes Cor awake. "On your feet, soldier. We have work to do." She merely moans and flips to her other side in response.
He straps on his leathers and oils his bow, bothering Cor periodically until she's up on her feet again. "I'm going to the market to get our supplies, we need to find that guide, and Jil's been up all night doing Selune-knows-what." As he says this he slings his greatsword on his back and clips his quiver to his armor. "Lets go, Cor!"
He meets Jil back in the common room and joins her at the table. "Kulan has the majority of the gold for supplies, but we need Inete's coin to get everything. Are you up for meeting her and joining us in the market?" He sees the bags under her eyes and the books, scrolls, and ink splattered about the desk, but doesn't comment on it. He gives her a long look before adding, "If you're not up for travel, just say the word."
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Jil closes books and begins to put her belongings away. "I'll be okay," she said with a smile. She carefully wrapped the old tome in its cloth and placed it at the bottom of her pack, placing other things on top of it. "Is there anything else you'd like me to do while I'm out?" With the rest of her things packed, she blew out the candle, and stood. "I'm not dead yet, Larken," she said, noticing the way he was looking at her. "I can do this. I promise. Stop worrying." She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, then headed out the door. Once outside, she turned her face to the sun, still smiling. Fake a smile until you just feel happy, she thought. As long as she could convince the others everything would be fine, maybe she'd begin to believe it herself.
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Cor wasn't normally a morning person, and her current headache wasn't exactly helping the situation. Considering she couldn't remember much of the night before, she was sure that she had far too much to drink. But all things considered, this morning didn't even register in the top five worst hangovers of this month. "M'awake," she grumbled as he continued to pester her. The rogue was certainly alert enough to notice Jilwyn kiss Lark on the cheek.
"Did I say or do anything too embarrassing last night?" She asked Larken, not wanting to acknowledge what she had just seen. "If you expect me to be my normal, cheery, charismatic self, some coffee is going to be in order." Cor certainly didn't look ready for travel, her leathers only half on. But the former thief travelled light, and it wouldn't take her long to sling her pack over her shoulder and be ready to go.
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Korine awoke later than was her norm, the sun already too high above the horizon and streaming through the shutters over the wide window, designed to catch as much breeze off the sea as possible. Wonderful - something else for them to complain about, no doubt. Packing away what few things she had, she quickly dresses, dons her armor despite the already rising heat, and settled her weapons in place before returning to the tavern room.
Entering quietly, she sees Kulan hasn't come down from the rooms yet, nor was the bard, Vistani, here yet - that was something at least. "Good morning," she says cheerily, though it's clear neither Jil nor Cor seemed particularly well-rested. "So, we have last-minute preparations to make, don't we? Can I help at all with those?"
Kulan walks into Kaya's house of respite just as Korine speaks.
"Morning all. I, er, I've never had to take off my armour without assistance, so I couldn't figure it out. Usually, Zevitar would help me take it on and take it off, but our patron decided not to bring even one of my cousins. I ended up just walking around, both because sleeping in armour is uncomfortable, and because I feel nervous my first night in new lands."
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Vistani strolled into the inn and looked over the group appearing to be at different levels of capacity due to the night before. Korine was the only one that seemed fresh to her. She knew Jil had some issue that probably related to this Soulmonger and curse going on. She missed what Kulan said, but it appeared he had just arrived. He looked like he had been up all night. She debated on how cheery to be when she walked up to the table because the more malicious side wanted to shout boisterously to annoy those with hangovers. She chuckled at her thoughts and decided to go for cheery without being too boisterous.
"Good morning. I see you are all finally up though I'm not sure some of you are ready to traipse into the jungle properly." She smiles. "Not meant as a slight, just an observation. If were a guide you talked to, I might be wondering what I was getting myself into."
She smiles at the woman that brings out a cup of coffee and hands it to her. She sipped it finding it just the way she liked it.
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Korine blinks at this revelation. He's never taken off his own armor? He has other people to do it for him? She honestly can't quite wrap her head around it. Perhaps from some snooty nobility, but he's an orc. Half-orc anyway. She didn't realize that they even had that sort of privilege within their culture. Mouth open, she searches for some words. "I... I'm sorry to hear that, Kulan. You could have asked for help," she offers. "Someone would have been glad to help, so that you could have gotten some sleep."
"No, no. Even if I were able to remove it, I'd've likely stayed up all night anyway. In future, I will take up on that offer however, thanks. Anyway, we've some last minute shopping to do, yes? Let me just get my things."
With this, Kulan returns to the room he was to be sleeping in, and will return with his equipment and the money in a minute.
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"We need to hire a guide, that needs to be our first priority," Cor'avin said grumpily. Her first priority was a cup of coffee, but finding Qawasha and securing him as their guide was a close second. "We don't know how much gold he'll require, so we can't buy anything until after he's told us his price. Afterwards, we can use whatever is left over to buy what Larken and Qawasha recommend."
"I can go find Qawasha alone, if you all have better things to do," she ran her fingers through her short, fiery red hair, tousling the strands into some sort of order. The rogue was mostly awake. Hopefully. "It doesn't matter to me. Either way, I need to get a move on to secure Qawasha sooner rather than later."
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Larken nods and says, "Jil will be meeting us at the market with Inete. Once you find the guide, take him there. I'll try to secure some pack animals and provisions." He smiles at Cor and brushes his hand through her hair. It mussed up the correction she had made, but he liked it. "If you can't find the druid, go with your instinct on who else to pick," he adds.
He then nods to Kulan before the half-orc leaves to go back to his room. "I was a scout, but I too have experience in donning and doffing my own armor. If you like, I can take you through the motions." He was a bit surprised at the revelation, but gave the half-orc more character to know he had such a flaw. "For now... lets make way to the market. I'm not the best with negotiating prices, and the locals are savages when it comes to hiking up what we think of as a fair price."
He sees Vistani at the corner of his eye and nods in her direction. "Have you learned anything new about the Soulmonger?" He asks. He figured with her coming in from outside she might have spent some of her time getting the information he had paid her for.
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“No,” Cor half-growled at Larken. “No spending money until we get the guide. Besides, unless one of our new companions knows how to barter better than you do, you’re going to want help.” The dirty-street urchin had grown up without anything, so she certainly held money in a much higher regard than most. She had gone to bed hungry too many nights to waste even a copper.
The half elf shook her head, the strands Larken had managed to tousle falling back into place. At least, for the most part. “Let’s all just go as one happy family,” she said, not trying to hide the sarcasm that dripped from her voice.
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Kulan walks back into the room with the money. He was able to hear the conversation, the whole time, even if it was a bit muffled.
"Now now. I'd like to meet Qawasha before we go shopping, so I'll come with you, but the others can still scout out the markets for the best prices before we come to do our final shopping. Anyway, I think that both Vistani and Korine are more than capable at bartering. And I think I will take you up on that offer, Larken. The orcs I was raised around only ever learn how to do it with assistance - most of them can't even reach behind their backs properly anyway."
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"I'll go with you again, if you don't mind, Cor'avin. I know we haven't gotten off on the best first impression, but I near you no ill will, truly. But if you'd rather go without me, I can understand that." Korine half wanted to go out after Jilwyn to the temple, and see what Zitembe had to say about this latest dream, but she didn't. She needed to sort out how to deal with these dreams, to interpret them on her own.
"It's my thought that you may need to negotiate and barter with the guide, too, for the best price. Bartering is as much a pass time here as a necessity." Vistani smiles. "One never knows what they may find out even in a quick encounter. Like knowledge of three pirate ships and their captains who are wanted in the area for 2000gp per ship and 500gp per captain in written form stuffed in your hand by a harried dockmaster. So not only is the jungle the usual mess, it has pirate ships and probably camps near where they can anchor to worry about."
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A new day, the start of a new adventure. Once the party has found themselves fed and watered, with a plan in motion, the party heads out. The day is humid, but all days are humid. To those who have lived in Chult the temperature is fairly normal, the wind closer to a light breeze. The rain is heavy; it comes down in sheets and buckets. The people of Chult dart between the overhangs from buildings to buildings and that stand above the roads in places. Several walk around with rain catchers on their backs and strips of leather to push away they water as they travel from place to place. The sky is clouded, heavy with the water.
It does not appear to be a storm yet, thankfully.
Temple of Savras
The route to the Temple is relatively undisturbed. Aside from the rain and that the people of Chult move with a hurried sort of grace to gather up what they need. As Jilywn passed through markets and into the harbor on her path, she ran into a half-orc priest dressed in mail oddly enough. Not many Chultans wore full plate or mail like she did. The half-orc nearly walked right into Jilywn, hands scrubbing over her head in a sign of frustration.
"Ah, sorry, miss," the half-orc said. She backed away quickly and gave Jilwyn a once over. "I did not hurt you, did I?"
The Harbor...?
When the rest of the party finally departed Kaya's House of Respite they stepped out into a heavy deluge that distorted much of the view in the distance. They traveled for maybe five minutes they hear alarms blare loudly. The sounds echo throughout the whole city, and suddenly denizens are pouring in from the left. Those who live in Chult recognize it as Malar's Throat, and the alarm the signal that the undead were yet again attacking. People who streamed past you screamed, some of them yelling about the Temple. Cor'avin and Larkin know the Temple in question is the Temple of Tymora, the only Temple in Malar's Throat and at constant threat of the undead.
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Jil nodded at the half-orc and said, "Blessings. I'm fine, thank you." She noted the priests armor, and smiled. "Welcome to Chult. You should-" Her smile faded as she began to hear the alarm. Jil turned back toward the direction she had just come from. "Apologies," she said, hastily. "There's an undead outbreak in the town. My name is Jilwyn. Might I suggest you come with me to the Temple of Savras?" A look of worry was apparent on her face as she motioned in the direction of the temple. "Please, join me."
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"Undril Silvertusk," Undril said and glanced off in the direction of the alarm. "They...have it well in hand? Is this normal?" She does not protest the decision to head toward the Temple of Savras. She follows after Jilwyn although she does look back off into the distance on occasion. "Should we not help?"
The population remains fairly calm despite the blaring alarms that gather attention. A few people head toward shelter, but that could easily be to avoid the rain rather than the attack of undead. The Temple of Savras is thankfully not too far away--fifteen minutes of a walk at the most.
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Jil put a smile back on her face. "Pleased to meet you, Undril Silvertusk. This is fairly common, unfortunately." She chuckles to herself. "If my friends have heard the alarm, and I'm certain they have, they'll be running off to help." Jil wiped some rain from her face. "Come, let's get out of this rain. Once I am done at the temple, I will be heading in the direction of the alarm, and you can help.
A dwarf with a canoe on his back? What could go wrong?