Vexha says- “well I don’t think we can do much more strategy until we understand the rules- shall we go explore the city and see what we can find out?”
Brunhelga wipes her hands on her shirt and scratches her chin. "I've got nothing else to do today." She stands up and takes a step toward the door before looking back at Brain expectantly.
Fondak simply nods, stands up, and heads for the door, not really waiting for the others until he's out on the street. Walking out the door he takes a deep breath, and immediately grimaces at the smells and humidity in the air. Knowing that there are no temples to his god in this town, and really that temples aren't really a thing for him, he begins to heads towards the tournament grounds to learn more of the challenges that they will face, and prepare himself for this test.
Hew follows Fondak, Brunhelga, and 'Brain' out onto the streets, immediately covering his nose and mouth with a silk scarf, gagging at the muggy air near the Semma.
"If we find ourselves in need of extra medical attention, my brother is a cleric at the Temple of Bast. I'm sure he would be willing to impart some of his kindness to anyone who is a friend of mine. But it seems wise to inspect the arena now. You can tell a lot about the expectations of an event by its decor."
Eurkan follows as well, and remarks at Hew's words: "Let's not forget, these are only trials. If we pass them and go... out there," he points in no particular direction, "we won't have anyone but ourselves to care for us. We should not get used to rely on another's help."
"Agreed, no shoulder better to lean on than y'own" Brain says to Eurkan "I don't spend much time in the city, but I know my way around and most folk stay clear of 'that creepy spice farmer with the dead eyes' .. they don't think I can hear'um gossip, but I can"
Brunhelga sidles up beside Brain, throws one of her arms around his shoulders, and squeezes. Brain's feet leave the street for a second as they are lifted up into the dwarf's side. Releasing the "tiny" creature, Brunhelga smiles a devilish smile. "Don't you pay them no mind. Once we've won the tournament, nobody'll be calling you anything but brave." Something in one of the River Market's store windows catches her eye, and Brunhelga comments, "If we do win, I need to figure out how I'm going to transport enough good ingredients out into desert to keep this lot fed. I hope some of you are good hunters."
Atem squinted, the morning daylight outside was not very kind to his inebriated head, all the liquor was jumping around wildly in his brain, he pressed his stinging temples grunting and staggering along. His long silver hair glistened under the daylight, like a flowing river, reflecting a dazzling brilliance.
"Hey," he said, elbowing Hew and raising his eyebrow, and lowered his voice mysteriously, "So what kind of help can your friend provide? Potions? Enhancements? Magic scrolls? Speak freely, we are all friends here."
Stepping out of the Laughing Lotus's street entrance takes you immediately into the River Market.
You make your way into the throng of people, weaving between booths selling roasted haunches and fresh-baked flatbread, past fishmongers and weavers and perfumers. The air coming off the river is so thick you can almost drink it, but it doesn’t seem to have dampened the enthusiasm of the buyers and sellers in their never-ending dance of commerce.
On the banks of the Semma stands a twisting bazaar bustling with activity at all hours of the day. Tents and booths are jammed between more permanent structures that rise out of the chaos like rocks from the sea. Some merchants even hawk their wares from boats pulled up to the shore.
Services. A wide variety of goods are available here, including any piece of adventuring gear, tool, or trade good the characters seek, all available at the standard prices. In addition, some of the more permanent buildings in the river market house armorers and weaponsmiths: Grumnir’s Armory sells metal armor and shields; Second Sister’s Outfitter and Leatherworks sells ranged weapons, leather armor, and adventuring gear; and Boh’s Blades and Bashers sells weapons of all types.
Atem’s looking around to see if there’s any rich people that look like they may be interested in sponsoring a group of aspiring adventurers.
Perception: 14
You don't spot any obvious potential sponsors. But, you do see what appears to be 2nd adventuring party head your way, towards the Laughing Lotus. Unlike The Friendlies, their team is 3-strong. They each incorporate the color yellow into their dress in some way. You could easily intercept them if you chose.
A tall, handsome human male with pale skin and shoulder-length golden hair. He wears plate armor with a yellow surcoat displaying a white tower inside a circle of chain, a device that also appears on his shield. He is armed with a long sword.
A striking human woman with dark brown skin and gleaming blue eyes. She keeps her black dreadlocks up in a short ponytail and wears a simple beige tunic intricately crisscrossed with braided yellow cord. The woman moves with an effortless grace born from years of strict training. She does not appear to be carrying any weapons.
And a rugged human male. He has a rakish smile and deep brown eyes, a thick black moustache and a head of shaggy curls. His armor is made of woven strips of leather over a padded coat, and he wears a blue cape trimmed with yellow silk and a matching yellow silk sash-belt. He is armed with a scimitar.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Rolling for a random street encounter: 3
EDIT: Your party’s attention is drawn to a merchant shouting at a beggar (halfling commoner). The stuttering beggar is pleading for a piece of fruit, and the merchant is telling her in no uncertain terms to get lost. Passers-by are pointedly ignoring the exchange.
Eurkan clenches his fists and bites his lower lip, his short tusks almost piercing his lip. He wants to help the hungry Halfling, but he knows he has no money to buy food for her. It is not the merchant he's angry about, but rather himself. If he hadn't spent the last of his coins on that mug of ale, he could have bought that fruit.
But... he cannot just walk past this starving beggar and do nothing. He tries to calm down - and looks so on the outside despite still being angry. Then, he approaches the merchant, trying to look friendly. "Excuse me, how much does one [name of fruit] cost?"
Brain wordlessly diverts to a supportive position behind and to the left of Eurkan, bit trying to be anything but supportive of a party member with a cause
Does Brunhelga recognize the merchant or the beggar?
Neither of them are known to you. The market is a big, busy place in a trade center. It's possible the merchant is just visiting on his way to some other port. The halfling may be a local, or an impoverished visitor, as well.
Eurkan clenches his fists and bites his lower lip, his short tusks almost piercing his lip. He wants to help the hungry Halfling, but he knows he has no money to buy food for her. It is not the merchant he's angry about, but rather himself. If he hadn't spent the last of his coins on that mug of ale, he could have bought that fruit.
But... he cannot just walk past this starving beggar and do nothing. He tries to calm down - and looks so on the outside despite still being angry. Then, he approaches the merchant, trying to look friendly. "Excuse me, how much does one [name of fruit] cost?"
"Eh?!" the merchant exclaims as you approach. "Mind your..." He catches himself from saying something to you in anger, recognizing a possible customer. "Ay, good sir. A single apple will run you 3 coppers. But I sell them 10 to a bag, for 1 silver."
Vexha looks with a sympathetic gaze on the beggar, (but doesn’t have a copper to her name at the moment). She offers the halfling some rations from her pack instead. “If you are hungry, I have food I can share. I have spent my coin on equipment and food for a long journey.”
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Vexha says- “well I don’t think we can do much more strategy until we understand the rules- shall we go explore the city and see what we can find out?”
Brunhelga wipes her hands on her shirt and scratches her chin. "I've got nothing else to do today." She stands up and takes a step toward the door before looking back at Brain expectantly.
Fondak simply nods, stands up, and heads for the door, not really waiting for the others until he's out on the street. Walking out the door he takes a deep breath, and immediately grimaces at the smells and humidity in the air. Knowing that there are no temples to his god in this town, and really that temples aren't really a thing for him, he begins to heads towards the tournament grounds to learn more of the challenges that they will face, and prepare himself for this test.
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"Hey, Shady, wait up" Brain says as he catches up to Fondak
Hew follows Fondak, Brunhelga, and 'Brain' out onto the streets, immediately covering his nose and mouth with a silk scarf, gagging at the muggy air near the Semma.
"If we find ourselves in need of extra medical attention, my brother is a cleric at the Temple of Bast. I'm sure he would be willing to impart some of his kindness to anyone who is a friend of mine. But it seems wise to inspect the arena now. You can tell a lot about the expectations of an event by its decor."
Vexha catches up to the departing group and says “my apologies,I really do not know my way around this city. But let me know how I can help.”
Eurkan follows as well, and remarks at Hew's words: "Let's not forget, these are only trials. If we pass them and go... out there," he points in no particular direction, "we won't have anyone but ourselves to care for us. We should not get used to rely on another's help."
Varielky | Emma
"Agreed, no shoulder better to lean on than y'own" Brain says to Eurkan "I don't spend much time in the city, but I know my way around and most folk stay clear of 'that creepy spice farmer with the dead eyes' .. they don't think I can hear'um gossip, but I can"
Brunhelga sidles up beside Brain, throws one of her arms around his shoulders, and squeezes. Brain's feet leave the street for a second as they are lifted up into the dwarf's side. Releasing the "tiny" creature, Brunhelga smiles a devilish smile. "Don't you pay them no mind. Once we've won the tournament, nobody'll be calling you anything but brave." Something in one of the River Market's store windows catches her eye, and Brunhelga comments, "If we do win, I need to figure out how I'm going to transport enough good ingredients out into desert to keep this lot fed. I hope some of you are good hunters."
Atem squinted, the morning daylight outside was not very kind to his inebriated head, all the liquor was jumping around wildly in his brain, he pressed his stinging temples grunting and staggering along. His long silver hair glistened under the daylight, like a flowing river, reflecting a dazzling brilliance.
"Hey," he said, elbowing Hew and raising his eyebrow, and lowered his voice mysteriously, "So what kind of help can your friend provide? Potions? Enhancements? Magic scrolls? Speak freely, we are all friends here."
Stepping out of the Laughing Lotus's street entrance takes you immediately into the River Market.
You make your way into the throng of people, weaving between booths selling roasted haunches and fresh-baked flatbread, past fishmongers and weavers and perfumers. The air coming off the river is so thick you can almost drink it, but it doesn’t seem to have dampened the enthusiasm of the buyers and sellers in their never-ending dance of commerce.
On the banks of the Semma stands a twisting bazaar bustling with activity at all hours of the day. Tents and booths are jammed between more permanent structures that rise out of the chaos like rocks from the sea. Some merchants even hawk their wares from boats pulled up to the shore.
Services. A wide variety of goods are available here, including any piece of adventuring gear, tool, or trade good the characters seek, all available at the standard prices. In addition, some of the more permanent buildings in the river market house armorers and weaponsmiths: Grumnir’s Armory sells metal armor and shields; Second Sister’s Outfitter and Leatherworks sells ranged weapons, leather armor, and adventuring gear; and Boh’s Blades and Bashers sells weapons of all types.
Atem’s looking around to see if there’s any rich people that look like they may be interested in sponsoring a group of aspiring adventurers.
Perception: 14
You don't spot any obvious potential sponsors. But, you do see what appears to be 2nd adventuring party head your way, towards the Laughing Lotus. Unlike The Friendlies, their team is 3-strong. They each incorporate the color yellow into their dress in some way. You could easily intercept them if you chose.
A tall, handsome human male with pale skin and shoulder-length golden hair. He wears plate armor with a yellow surcoat displaying a white tower inside a circle of chain, a device that also appears on his shield. He is armed with a long sword.
A striking human woman with dark brown skin and gleaming blue eyes. She keeps her black dreadlocks up in a short ponytail and wears a simple beige tunic intricately crisscrossed with braided yellow cord. The woman moves with an effortless grace born from years of strict training. She does not appear to be carrying any weapons.
And a rugged human male. He has a rakish smile and deep brown eyes, a thick black moustache and a head of shaggy curls. His armor is made of woven strips of leather over a padded coat, and he wears a blue cape trimmed with yellow silk and a matching yellow silk sash-belt. He is armed with a scimitar.
Rolling for a random street encounter: 3
EDIT: Your party’s attention is drawn to a merchant shouting at a beggar (halfling commoner). The stuttering beggar is pleading for a piece of fruit, and the merchant is telling her in no uncertain terms to get lost. Passers-by are pointedly ignoring the exchange.
Eurkan clenches his fists and bites his lower lip, his short tusks almost piercing his lip. He wants to help the hungry Halfling, but he knows he has no money to buy food for her. It is not the merchant he's angry about, but rather himself. If he hadn't spent the last of his coins on that mug of ale, he could have bought that fruit.
But... he cannot just walk past this starving beggar and do nothing. He tries to calm down - and looks so on the outside despite still being angry. Then, he approaches the merchant, trying to look friendly. "Excuse me, how much does one [name of fruit] cost?"
Varielky | Emma
Brain wordlessly diverts to a supportive position behind and to the left of Eurkan, bit trying to be anything but supportive of a party member with a cause
Does Brunhelga recognize the merchant or the beggar?
Neither of them are known to you. The market is a big, busy place in a trade center. It's possible the merchant is just visiting on his way to some other port. The halfling may be a local, or an impoverished visitor, as well.
"Eh?!" the merchant exclaims as you approach. "Mind your..." He catches himself from saying something to you in anger, recognizing a possible customer. "Ay, good sir. A single apple will run you 3 coppers. But I sell them 10 to a bag, for 1 silver."
Vexha looks with a sympathetic gaze on the beggar, (but doesn’t have a copper to her name at the moment). She offers the halfling some rations from her pack instead. “If you are hungry, I have food I can share. I have spent my coin on equipment and food for a long journey.”