Grung Stomper, the local favorite, wins the four-legged race with ease, but Gorumi and Faloniir garner much applause and appreciation as they rumble across the finish line. For weeks to come, there will be talk of the racing feathered elf.
In the other two races, Dark Alley wins the two-legged contest, and Winning Colors--an enormous underdog--shocks everyone to win the unchained race.
Matthias would clap after each and every race, laughing as he heads back to collect his winnings:
From betting Dark Alley he'd win 30gp. And from Grung winning he would win a simple 6gp. He would have won nearly double from what he had already spent betting. Years betting at the Fields of Triumph have paid off very well for the noble.
"Well, I made out fairly pretty from this experience." He's say, jingling the coin pouch which he kept a tight grip on.
The tall Kenku loomed somewhere in the shade at the back of the stands, folded arms complimenting a look of disappointment in his eyes. Did none of the Chultians care about the undead swarming their town? Did the curse not matter compared to temporary fun earned by gambling? Needless to say, Rasp refused to partake in any gambling.
Shaking his head, the Kenku muttered something under his breath along the lines of ‘I hope the winnings earned cover the costs of healing sprained ankles’.
Rasp cast a sideways glance towards Eldeth and Matthias, speaking; “I do not consider risking a portion of our funds on random chance a useful way to waste an afternoon, let alone one prone to extreme injury. We have a mission to accomplish.” Moments later, Rasp returned to brood somewhere in the shade - the Paladin clearly didn’t enjoy the sunny atmosphere of Chult.
Barkas earned a deep sigh from Rasp. Out of all of the group, Barkas certainly surprised Rasp the most. “Are you weeping because you lost your bets? Have the stars misguided you?”
Maudlin Barkas replies to Rasp, wiping a tear from his eye, “No they haven’t my good Kenku friend, I was hoping that Faloniir’s win would be a sign of good luck for our journey. I’m glad to hear that you acknowledge the importance and vision of the stars though!” Barkas sets down his third, mostly empty stout and pours out a libation on the ground, seeming to acknowledge that he was a little too deep in his cups and wishing to make his own good luck for their journey. “When should we leave good Raspy, in the morning? I am ready! You’re right, no more diversions for petty things, we have work to do! I was just getting a little too distracted and into the thing…”
Eldeth shakes her head. "Well I agree with you on the gambling, Rasp, though next time might be different now that I've seen these creatures in action, and how the races work. But it's not a waste to relax and have some downtime. Nothing but work work work isn't healthy, and we've taken care of our shopping and researching, and aren't leaving until the morning regardless." She keeps her tone cheerful and non-confrontational, not interested in starting an argument with a party member. "I need to find Undril, the half-orc, and let her know of our plans and confirm if she'll come with us. Anyone want to come with me to Kaya's Repose?"
Edrik watches the race, not really cheering anyone on. He's impressed at Faloniir's result, surprised, but thinks he'll have to congratulate him later on that.
Hearing Eldeth express interest in finding Undril, he stands. "I'd be happy to join you, Eldeth. Think we have our supplies for tomorrow. And nothing else pressing. Better than sitting in some tavern."
Barkas wants to accompany Eldeth as before, he volunteers to go as well. “Yes, let’s look for Undril and make our final preparations before leaving in the morning.”
Barkas, Eldeth, and Edrik make their way to Kaya's Repose as the crowd disperses after the races. Barkas takes a bit of comfort in learning he is not alone in his losses, for he hears several other bettors bemoaning their ill fortune today.
As promised, Undril Silvertusk is at the inn, and she does not hide her sense of relief regarding the prospect of traveling with a group to Camp Vengeance. She insists on covering the cost for one of the canoes. "May the strong hand of Torm lead and protect us," she remarks.
- - - - - - - - -
The party's first full day in Port Nyanzaru has proven to be a rather full one; so, everyone is grateful for a relatively quiet night and satisfactory rest at The Monkey's Fist. After closing out the bill at the inn, the party members make their way through the rain soaked streets to the meeting with Zitembe at the Temple of Savras. Zitembe greets you warmly, but the old priest wears an obvious look of seriousness on his face as he reveals what has been made known to him since you last saw him. "My guides--who are to be trusted, I assure you--speak to me of a jungle city far to the south, enclosed by cliffs and crawling with snakes. Also, there is a black obelisk draped in vines.”
The old man falls silent for nearly half a minute as he stares intently at floor. He concludes by saying, "I dare not peer any deeper, but I urge you to seek out this city and the obelisk within it."
At the temple, Edrik nods as Zitembe relays the information, listening patiently. "We understand if you can't delve further. Any information is helpful." He hesitates only a moment before asking. "Do the images mean anything to you? The city, cliffs, snakes, or the obelisk. Again, any information helps. We will certainly seek out this place."
"Enclosed by cliffs..."Eldeth repeats. "That means it's somewhere where there aren't any mountains visible, yes? Or could the cliffs have been part of the mountains?"
Zitembe directs his attention to Edrik and replies, "I can add only this: it is a place of peril, a place forsaken by the god Ubtao long ago, I believe."
Then, to Eldeth, the old priest says, "I cannot say. It is unclear to me."
“Torm,” Rasp reflected, tone and demeanor serious as usual. “A respectful deity. I will help as I can, Undril.”
Rasp’s first night proved nearly restless - the humid heat of Chult combined with a constantly increasing sense of urgency at the party’s mission. The Paladin found himself staring down towards the amulet clutched in his palm - he swore he saw the lips move at times, though Rasp had learned the easiest method of dealing with the supernatural was ascribing strange phenomena to the shadows playing tricks on his tired eyes.
Curses had a cryptic air about them - and Rasp seemed content to accept the strange advice given by Zitembe. “Your guidance is appreciated, Grandfather.”
“A city crawling with snakes seems something a Naga would know of,” Rasp offered. “We must ask it about Zitembe’s vision.”
Edrik starts to stand, "Well, Rasp has already said it, but our humble thanks to you Grandfather Zitembe. Your help is very much appreciated." To the others he says, "It seems we have what we came for here. I think it is time to go."
Next eight rounds of the dinosaur race...
Grung Stomper
Charm of Chult:
Ubtao's Revenge:
Misty Blue:
And the results of the other two races: 51 and 55
Grung Stomper, the local favorite, wins the four-legged race with ease, but Gorumi and Faloniir garner much applause and appreciation as they rumble across the finish line. For weeks to come, there will be talk of the racing feathered elf.
In the other two races, Dark Alley wins the two-legged contest, and Winning Colors--an enormous underdog--shocks everyone to win the unchained race.
Barkas tears up his ticket and starts crying into his beer.
Matthias would clap after each and every race, laughing as he heads back to collect his winnings:
From betting Dark Alley he'd win 30gp. And from Grung winning he would win a simple 6gp. He would have won nearly double from what he had already spent betting. Years betting at the Fields of Triumph have paid off very well for the noble.
"Well, I made out fairly pretty from this experience." He's say, jingling the coin pouch which he kept a tight grip on.
Eldeth laughs. "That was a sight worth seeing. At least this means they won't be begging Faloniir to stay."
Birgit | Shifter | Sorcerer | Dragonlords
Shayone | Hobgoblin | Sorcerer | Netherdeep
The tall Kenku loomed somewhere in the shade at the back of the stands, folded arms complimenting a look of disappointment in his eyes. Did none of the Chultians care about the undead swarming their town? Did the curse not matter compared to temporary fun earned by gambling? Needless to say, Rasp refused to partake in any gambling.
Shaking his head, the Kenku muttered something under his breath along the lines of ‘I hope the winnings earned cover the costs of healing sprained ankles’.
Rasp cast a sideways glance towards Eldeth and Matthias, speaking; “I do not consider risking a portion of our funds on random chance a useful way to waste an afternoon, let alone one prone to extreme injury. We have a mission to accomplish.” Moments later, Rasp returned to brood somewhere in the shade - the Paladin clearly didn’t enjoy the sunny atmosphere of Chult.
Barkas earned a deep sigh from Rasp. Out of all of the group, Barkas certainly surprised Rasp the most. “Are you weeping because you lost your bets? Have the stars misguided you?”
Maudlin Barkas replies to Rasp, wiping a tear from his eye, “No they haven’t my good Kenku friend, I was hoping that Faloniir’s win would be a sign of good luck for our journey. I’m glad to hear that you acknowledge the importance and vision of the stars though!” Barkas sets down his third, mostly empty stout and pours out a libation on the ground, seeming to acknowledge that he was a little too deep in his cups and wishing to make his own good luck for their journey. “When should we leave good Raspy, in the morning? I am ready! You’re right, no more diversions for petty things, we have work to do! I was just getting a little too distracted and into the thing…”
Eldeth shakes her head. "Well I agree with you on the gambling, Rasp, though next time might be different now that I've seen these creatures in action, and how the races work. But it's not a waste to relax and have some downtime. Nothing but work work work isn't healthy, and we've taken care of our shopping and researching, and aren't leaving until the morning regardless." She keeps her tone cheerful and non-confrontational, not interested in starting an argument with a party member. "I need to find Undril, the half-orc, and let her know of our plans and confirm if she'll come with us. Anyone want to come with me to Kaya's Repose?"
Birgit | Shifter | Sorcerer | Dragonlords
Shayone | Hobgoblin | Sorcerer | Netherdeep
Edrik watches the race, not really cheering anyone on. He's impressed at Faloniir's result, surprised, but thinks he'll have to congratulate him later on that.
Hearing Eldeth express interest in finding Undril, he stands. "I'd be happy to join you, Eldeth. Think we have our supplies for tomorrow. And nothing else pressing. Better than sitting in some tavern."
Rabbit Sebrica | Skarai | Katryl Brightfury | Rylia Lionrage | Roxana Raincrest | Janek Whitmor | Lokilia Vaelphin
Barkas wants to accompany Eldeth as before, he volunteers to go as well. “Yes, let’s look for Undril and make our final preparations before leaving in the morning.”
Barkas, Eldeth, and Edrik make their way to Kaya's Repose as the crowd disperses after the races. Barkas takes a bit of comfort in learning he is not alone in his losses, for he hears several other bettors bemoaning their ill fortune today.
As promised, Undril Silvertusk is at the inn, and she does not hide her sense of relief regarding the prospect of traveling with a group to Camp Vengeance. She insists on covering the cost for one of the canoes. "May the strong hand of Torm lead and protect us," she remarks.
- - - - - - - - -
The party's first full day in Port Nyanzaru has proven to be a rather full one; so, everyone is grateful for a relatively quiet night and satisfactory rest at The Monkey's Fist. After closing out the bill at the inn, the party members make their way through the rain soaked streets to the meeting with Zitembe at the Temple of Savras. Zitembe greets you warmly, but the old priest wears an obvious look of seriousness on his face as he reveals what has been made known to him since you last saw him. "My guides--who are to be trusted, I assure you--speak to me of a jungle city far to the south, enclosed by cliffs and crawling with snakes. Also, there is a black obelisk draped in vines.”
The old man falls silent for nearly half a minute as he stares intently at floor. He concludes by saying, "I dare not peer any deeper, but I urge you to seek out this city and the obelisk within it."
At the temple, Edrik nods as Zitembe relays the information, listening patiently. "We understand if you can't delve further. Any information is helpful." He hesitates only a moment before asking. "Do the images mean anything to you? The city, cliffs, snakes, or the obelisk. Again, any information helps. We will certainly seek out this place."
Rabbit Sebrica | Skarai | Katryl Brightfury | Rylia Lionrage | Roxana Raincrest | Janek Whitmor | Lokilia Vaelphin
"Enclosed by cliffs..." Eldeth repeats. "That means it's somewhere where there aren't any mountains visible, yes? Or could the cliffs have been part of the mountains?"
Birgit | Shifter | Sorcerer | Dragonlords
Shayone | Hobgoblin | Sorcerer | Netherdeep
Zitembe directs his attention to Edrik and replies, "I can add only this: it is a place of peril, a place forsaken by the god Ubtao long ago, I believe."
Then, to Eldeth, the old priest says, "I cannot say. It is unclear to me."
Matthias would shrug. "Sounds like mines to me." He'd smile down to the female dwarf.
“Torm,” Rasp reflected, tone and demeanor serious as usual. “A respectful deity. I will help as I can, Undril.”
Rasp’s first night proved nearly restless - the humid heat of Chult combined with a constantly increasing sense of urgency at the party’s mission. The Paladin found himself staring down towards the amulet clutched in his palm - he swore he saw the lips move at times, though Rasp had learned the easiest method of dealing with the supernatural was ascribing strange phenomena to the shadows playing tricks on his tired eyes.
Curses had a cryptic air about them - and Rasp seemed content to accept the strange advice given by Zitembe. “Your guidance is appreciated, Grandfather.”
“A city crawling with snakes seems something a Naga would know of,” Rasp offered. “We must ask it about Zitembe’s vision.”
Edrik starts to stand, "Well, Rasp has already said it, but our humble thanks to you Grandfather Zitembe. Your help is very much appreciated." To the others he says, "It seems we have what we came for here. I think it is time to go."
Rabbit Sebrica | Skarai | Katryl Brightfury | Rylia Lionrage | Roxana Raincrest | Janek Whitmor | Lokilia Vaelphin
Barkas is happy and excited to go, ready to start the grand adventure. “I have the salve and rain catchers for everyone. Let’s get our canoes and go!”
"Yes, I think we'd best be on our way."
Birgit | Shifter | Sorcerer | Dragonlords
Shayone | Hobgoblin | Sorcerer | Netherdeep
With his usual, sullen nod, Rasp shares the party's wishes to retrieve Undril and depart for Camp Vengeance.