Barkas picks his head up, after the stories had finished he had unfurled the map on the floor and was examining it. A smile involuntarily comes to his face when he is asked about the map. “Our future. That’s what I see. I saw each of you joining me at the dock, I didn’t know your names or backgrounds, but I knew you would be joining me there. I saw a constellation of stars in the southern sky that looked like a gauntlet. There are others that I have seen, urging me here. When I saw your flyer calling for recruits to go to Chult, I knew what it meant. I see a great convergence there, a powerful mix of energies, light and dark, good and evil. I feel a power drawing me there from beyond the stars. I feel like I will be … changed … there, in some way that I do not understand, but I know it will happen. My fellow dwarves in my village didn’t believe me, said I was cracked in the head, that I had been wandering in the woods too long..”. Barkas stops and looks down at his hands self consciously. “But I know I’m right. You will see. I will tell you more as we get there. I am proud to have you all with me. And I will help you all realize your dreams if I can. We are bound together you see.” He looks up, meeting each of you in the eye, and a hopeful smile forms on his face.
Undril nods to Yasheira. "I understand that you all have your own goals in Chult. I am bringing supplies to them so help brining them there and then we can check in with those at the camp and see if they need our aid for anything else. I am sure they can help you in your goals in the jungle as well."
"Well, seeing a clear picture of our future could certainly be useful" Yasheira says appreciatively to Barkas as he finishes.
"That sounds like a good plan Undril, I´m in." Yasheira says to the priest. "How about you, brave adventurers?" Yasheira says as she stands up, arms to her sides, smiling encouragingly, looking at Grahl, Barkas, Urzhol and Mica. "Will you join me into the chultan jungles, facing unimaginable perils and finding fantastic treasures?"
“Brave adventurer, you flatter me”Mica replies “but I will join you and your unimaginable perils.” He moves to make himself more comfortable during the journey, sitting on the floor and leaning against the wall. “But if I may be so bold” he asks Yasheira “what other matters could possibly interest you in the wild jungles of Chult?”
Grahl shrugs Grahl will fight, make name known. he says while chewing on the last piece of his bread.
When he swallows it he adds Maybe find new home for tribe.
He will then reach towards his bag to but his hand and a part of his forarm seem to blur a bit. Like a spectral copy of his hand is lagging behind his actual flesh. Grahl notices and quickly makes a fist of the hand as if he can use force to get rid of it but it doesnt work.
He moves down from his barrel holding that hand close to him and remains rumbling in his bag a moment. Then Grahl gets back up holding his waterskin to take a drink to wash down the bread properly. His hand is no longer blurry and hes unsure if anyone has seen it so looks around to see if anyone is looking at him strangly.
"Well it´s complicated Mica. Suffice to say I am continuing the archaeological tradition of the Tomb seekers, seeking lost and forgotten treasures of the past in the chultan jungles." Yasheira answers.
As Barkas, Mica and Grahl accepts Yasheiras proposal she turns to Urzhol with tense anticipation.
"I'm no 'adventurer'," Urzhol finally replied, almost spitting the word. "I'm no Kingfolk ring-kisser chasing some distant geezer's favor. But I've business in the jungles, and it would be foolhardy to charge into them alone. So long as this band is headed to the jungles, I'll lend it my blades."
The orc woman reached to scratch the back of her head, frowning darkly at nothing in particular while the others fell out into deeper conversation.
"So we´re all going then." Yasheira says smiling, clearly pleased with this. "This needs to be celebrated. What has this ship to offer in the ways beverages?"She asks Undril.
Barkas opens his pack and you see some loops of copper and tubing as he is rummaging through. You see some signs of a brewing kit inside. “I’ve been saving some libations for the proper moment. It is my own personal brew. I call it “Goat Scrotum Ale”. It has quite a kick. Heh!” He pours some out into six cups and hands one to each of you.
“Here's to you and here's to me, Friends may we always be! But, if by chance we disagree, Up yours! Here's to me!”
After he downs his travel mug of ale, he gives a loud laugh and belch. He starts to hum a little tune and smiles at all of you.
((It is really strong, and good actually. Dark with a good foamy head, 8% alcohol by volume, a porter tasing beer with ginger and chocolate overtones mixed in an odd way. You are pleasantly surprised. It was mixed with a little bit of Druidic magic and true beer love.))
Taking her cup, Urzhol snorted at the dwarf's cute little drinking ditty and downed her cup in all of two, maybe two and a half gulps. It was questionable whether any of the brew actually managed to hit her tongue on its express fast-track trip straight to her gullet. She glanced around at the group, noting with a bit of visible confusion most of them taking the time to sip and taste the drink.
"Doesn't burn like it should," she pronounced, handing the cup back to Barkas. "Cute name, though. Any actual goat scrotums used in it?"
Barkas looks at Urzhol with a semi-serious look on his face. “No actual goat scrotums were harmed in the making of this ale.” He pauses and breaks into a big grin, “But it sure does taste like one has been dipping in it if you don’t drink it soon enough! Did you know a goat scrotum makes a good container? Holds about a cup full if you need to measure…”. He holds his hand to his chin, “I think I just liked the name of it. Makes you grow hair on your chest when you drink it.”
Mica sniffs the drink hesitantly, raises the cup to the others "To unimaginable perils and those that face them" then throws it back with one quick motion and takes a large drink. It was not sweet, like the honeyed drinks of home, nor was it the bitter, burning sensation from some of the rotgut liquor of the frontier. No, this was smooth and tasty, brewed by someone who loved the craft.
“This is quite good” he congratulates Barkas “thank you. And it is good that you would use the goat scrotum as a measuring cup. Let no part of the animal go to waste.”
Over the next couple of days, you all get used to being on the ship. Ortimay spends most of her time directing sailors and avoids you for the most part. You get the feeling she sees you as cargo. The rest of the crew are little better, your strange group of individuals are very different than anyone they have interacted with. Undril is very talkative with you all though, she explains what she can about the order. This mostly turns into a long winded history of them and of the most famous members, there isn't a lot to get out of it other than the fact that they really don't like undead or other evil creatures. She knows little of Chult but is excited to see a new land to help others.
On the fourth day, you wake up to an ominous red sky. Black clouds are gathering to the east and in front of you. The crew is a bit apprehensive but seem ready for the storm as Captain Ortimay leans down to talk to her first mate. Within a couple of hours, the ship is deep in the storm. The ship begins to buck and heave in the large waves. You see occasional flashes of lighting and booming thunder as the ship makes it's way deeper into the storm.
Yasheira spends her time with her new´family´trying to get to know them better and to make them more comfortable with each other and being on a ship, as she herself probably got her sea legs on her recent voyage from Calimport to Baldur´s gate. When the storm hits she tries to share her knowledge with the others on how to mitigate the effects of the violent rocking of the ship that could be expected. "Don´t worry, these storms ususally only last a couple of days."She shouts over the wind to the others.
Barkas is looking a little green, greener than normal. "Gurp." you hear a sound. "I... I just threw up in my mouth a little. Gack!" A thin line of spittle comes out of his mouth onto the floor. He closes his eyes and takes some deep breathing exercises. Finally he seems to settle down. "Let's see, let's see, what do I have to help. I do have a little dried ginger in my pack...." He takes some out and chews on the dried root, a look of relief on his face. "Will be glad to be off this ship though..."
Grahl will try to keep himself busy and help the crew with some manual labor. He clearly does not want to spend all day staring out at the ocean.
Assuming they at least some share a room to sleep they might have noticed Grahl waking up every night sweaty and jolting up at some point during his sleep. After these crude awakenings he will take a few moments to himself sitting up before laying back down.
With the ships storm coming on Grahl is uneasy. He has never sailed on an ocean before so he looks to the others to see if he should be worried. But with Barkas and Yasheira having very different composures he is still unsure of what to do.
He will stay alert as the storm carries on, making sure he is ready to help if needed. Trying not to feel helpless with so much water around them.
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Barkas picks his head up, after the stories had finished he had unfurled the map on the floor and was examining it. A smile involuntarily comes to his face when he is asked about the map. “Our future. That’s what I see. I saw each of you joining me at the dock, I didn’t know your names or backgrounds, but I knew you would be joining me there. I saw a constellation of stars in the southern sky that looked like a gauntlet. There are others that I have seen, urging me here. When I saw your flyer calling for recruits to go to Chult, I knew what it meant. I see a great convergence there, a powerful mix of energies, light and dark, good and evil. I feel a power drawing me there from beyond the stars. I feel like I will be … changed … there, in some way that I do not understand, but I know it will happen. My fellow dwarves in my village didn’t believe me, said I was cracked in the head, that I had been wandering in the woods too long..”. Barkas stops and looks down at his hands self consciously. “But I know I’m right. You will see. I will tell you more as we get there. I am proud to have you all with me. And I will help you all realize your dreams if I can. We are bound together you see.” He looks up, meeting each of you in the eye, and a hopeful smile forms on his face.
Undril nods to Yasheira. "I understand that you all have your own goals in Chult. I am bringing supplies to them so help brining them there and then we can check in with those at the camp and see if they need our aid for anything else. I am sure they can help you in your goals in the jungle as well."
"Well, seeing a clear picture of our future could certainly be useful" Yasheira says appreciatively to Barkas as he finishes.
"That sounds like a good plan Undril, I´m in." Yasheira says to the priest. "How about you, brave adventurers?" Yasheira says as she stands up, arms to her sides, smiling encouragingly, looking at Grahl, Barkas, Urzhol and Mica. "Will you join me into the chultan jungles, facing unimaginable perils and finding fantastic treasures?"
Barkas nods to Yasheira, says “Aye, I will join you. It is where I am meant to be.”
“Brave adventurer, you flatter me” Mica replies “but I will join you and your unimaginable perils.” He moves to make himself more comfortable during the journey, sitting on the floor and leaning against the wall. “But if I may be so bold” he asks Yasheira “what other matters could possibly interest you in the wild jungles of Chult?”
Grahl shrugs Grahl will fight, make name known. he says while chewing on the last piece of his bread.
When he swallows it he adds Maybe find new home for tribe.
He will then reach towards his bag to but his hand and a part of his forarm seem to blur a bit. Like a spectral copy of his hand is lagging behind his actual flesh. Grahl notices and quickly makes a fist of the hand as if he can use force to get rid of it but it doesnt work.
He moves down from his barrel holding that hand close to him and remains rumbling in his bag a moment. Then Grahl gets back up holding his waterskin to take a drink to wash down the bread properly. His hand is no longer blurry and hes unsure if anyone has seen it so looks around to see if anyone is looking at him strangly.
"Well it´s complicated Mica. Suffice to say I am continuing the archaeological tradition of the Tomb seekers, seeking lost and forgotten treasures of the past in the chultan jungles." Yasheira answers.
As Barkas, Mica and Grahl accepts Yasheiras proposal she turns to Urzhol with tense anticipation.
"I'm no 'adventurer'," Urzhol finally replied, almost spitting the word. "I'm no Kingfolk ring-kisser chasing some distant geezer's favor. But I've business in the jungles, and it would be foolhardy to charge into them alone. So long as this band is headed to the jungles, I'll lend it my blades."
The orc woman reached to scratch the back of her head, frowning darkly at nothing in particular while the others fell out into deeper conversation.
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"So we´re all going then." Yasheira says smiling, clearly pleased with this. "This needs to be celebrated. What has this ship to offer in the ways beverages?" She asks Undril.
Barkas opens his pack and you see some loops of copper and tubing as he is rummaging through. You see some signs of a brewing kit inside. “I’ve been saving some libations for the proper moment. It is my own personal brew. I call it “Goat Scrotum Ale”. It has quite a kick. Heh!” He pours some out into six cups and hands one to each of you.
“Here's to you and here's to me,
Friends may we always be!
But, if by chance we disagree,
Up yours! Here's to me!”
After he downs his travel mug of ale, he gives a loud laugh and belch. He starts to hum a little tune and smiles at all of you.
Yasheira accepts the cup from Barkas, laughs heartily as he rhymes and politely downs the cup of Goat scrotum ale.
(OOC: Was the ale any good or just strong? :-)
((It is really strong, and good actually. Dark with a good foamy head, 8% alcohol by volume, a porter tasing beer with ginger and chocolate overtones mixed in an odd way. You are pleasantly surprised. It was mixed with a little bit of Druidic magic and true beer love.))
Taking her cup, Urzhol snorted at the dwarf's cute little drinking ditty and downed her cup in all of two, maybe two and a half gulps. It was questionable whether any of the brew actually managed to hit her tongue on its express fast-track trip straight to her gullet. She glanced around at the group, noting with a bit of visible confusion most of them taking the time to sip and taste the drink.
"Doesn't burn like it should," she pronounced, handing the cup back to Barkas. "Cute name, though. Any actual goat scrotums used in it?"
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Barkas looks at Urzhol with a semi-serious look on his face. “No actual goat scrotums were harmed in the making of this ale.” He pauses and breaks into a big grin, “But it sure does taste like one has been dipping in it if you don’t drink it soon enough! Did you know a goat scrotum makes a good container? Holds about a cup full if you need to measure…”. He holds his hand to his chin, “I think I just liked the name of it. Makes you grow hair on your chest when you drink it.”
Mica sniffs the drink hesitantly, raises the cup to the others "To unimaginable perils and those that face them" then throws it back with one quick motion and takes a large drink. It was not sweet, like the honeyed drinks of home, nor was it the bitter, burning sensation from some of the rotgut liquor of the frontier. No, this was smooth and tasty, brewed by someone who loved the craft.
“This is quite good” he congratulates Barkas “thank you. And it is good that you would use the goat scrotum as a measuring cup. Let no part of the animal go to waste.”
"Yes, very good." Yasheira chimes in. "We´ll see about that chest hair though." she says smiling.
Over the next couple of days, you all get used to being on the ship. Ortimay spends most of her time directing sailors and avoids you for the most part. You get the feeling she sees you as cargo. The rest of the crew are little better, your strange group of individuals are very different than anyone they have interacted with. Undril is very talkative with you all though, she explains what she can about the order. This mostly turns into a long winded history of them and of the most famous members, there isn't a lot to get out of it other than the fact that they really don't like undead or other evil creatures. She knows little of Chult but is excited to see a new land to help others.
On the fourth day, you wake up to an ominous red sky. Black clouds are gathering to the east and in front of you. The crew is a bit apprehensive but seem ready for the storm as Captain Ortimay leans down to talk to her first mate. Within a couple of hours, the ship is deep in the storm. The ship begins to buck and heave in the large waves. You see occasional flashes of lighting and booming thunder as the ship makes it's way deeper into the storm.
Yasheira spends her time with her new´family´trying to get to know them better and to make them more comfortable with each other and being on a ship, as she herself probably got her sea legs on her recent voyage from Calimport to Baldur´s gate. When the storm hits she tries to share her knowledge with the others on how to mitigate the effects of the violent rocking of the ship that could be expected. "Don´t worry, these storms ususally only last a couple of days." She shouts over the wind to the others.
Barkas is looking a little green, greener than normal. "Gurp." you hear a sound. "I... I just threw up in my mouth a little. Gack!" A thin line of spittle comes out of his mouth onto the floor. He closes his eyes and takes some deep breathing exercises. Finally he seems to settle down. "Let's see, let's see, what do I have to help. I do have a little dried ginger in my pack...." He takes some out and chews on the dried root, a look of relief on his face. "Will be glad to be off this ship though..."
Grahl will try to keep himself busy and help the crew with some manual labor. He clearly does not want to spend all day staring out at the ocean.
Assuming they at least some share a room to sleep they might have noticed Grahl waking up every night sweaty and jolting up at some point during his sleep. After these crude awakenings he will take a few moments to himself sitting up before laying back down.
With the ships storm coming on Grahl is uneasy. He has never sailed on an ocean before so he looks to the others to see if he should be worried. But with Barkas and Yasheira having very different composures he is still unsure of what to do.
He will stay alert as the storm carries on, making sure he is ready to help if needed. Trying not to feel helpless with so much water around them.