Wakanga looked very puzzled while Gear was talking to him, at first it seem like he was expecting a face behind a mask but the grin gave made him understand that there was no one inside of "the helm" but it was the helm itself talking..."I'm happy to see that there are still brave hmmm... adventurers to take upon this task, I'll be taking care of her in one of my villas. I would invite you to visit it but I understand that this is a pressing matter as Syndra grows weaker every day. I believe there is no time to waste"
He jumps back to the vehicle and waves good bye. As it turns you noticed how the vehicle had huge lizardlike creatures instead of horses. Big enough to move a vehicle carrying at least 6 people but small enough to be controlled by two drivers.
As Case takes a look around its hard to focus on one specific thing, though your current location doesn't seem as busy as the port area, there's a lot of people moving every size of bundles from a huge bazaar that can be seen from the inn's door. Beggars and performers are also a common view which makes this place a vibrant location with filled with noise.
Whistler leaned back in his chair a bit, and peered over his ale at his new companions as he took a drink. He hadn't propped his feet up onto the table--he wasn't quite that crass. But a steady lean propped up against the wall behind him felt about right.
The former bounty hunter hadn't gotten to know any of the others that well yet, but so far they seemed to be quite a... motley crew. He glanced over at the ranger of the group. "I get those of us here's already been properly introduced so far," he began in his typical thick drawl, "but I don't reckon we've been briefed on our sundry assortment of talents yet."
The older man smiled, signifying he was choosing his words to be somewhat whimsical rather than seriously academic. "Now, yo' outfit and bearin' ah yellin' 'ranger!' for everyone ta hear. But what's yo' specialty, now? Presuming you don't mind me askin', that is?"
(( OOC: He's basically asking what subclass Clover is. ))
Gear strides up to Whistler and bear hugs him with his awkward grin. Gear had been taught the concepts of being Social, he was no shy warforged, Although deception in the strictly human definition was still near impossible for him.
“May I ask Who are you talking to?Perhaps Gear can be of assistance.” He casts guidance* on Whistler while beginning to scan the crowd for the target of his previous discord. “Two pairs of eyes are better than one eh?”
Whistler shifted in his chair and planted his foot against the construct's chest before Gear's arms reached him. He leveled a steely glare at the... sorcerer? Cleric, maybe?... as he assessed the situation. After a tense couple of seconds, he broke into a broad grin himself.
"Steady there, friend," he said, removing his foot and nodding to the warforged. "We don't do things that way 'round 'ere. Least, I don't." Another smile.
“May I ask Who are you talking to?Perhaps Gear can be of assistance.” He casts guidance* on Whistler while beginning to scan the crowd for the target of his previous discord. “Two pairs of eyes are better than one eh?”
"This one's gonna be a handful," thought Whistler, stroking his beard as he watched Gear cast a spell, then reach over to touch him. Hiding his incredulity behind a single raised eyebrow, he watched the hand land and apply... something. It might have been a healing spell, but the way the warforged was talking, it was probably something closer to an enhancement spell of some sort--the fighter wasn't sure he wanted to speculate at the moment.
He sighed, then tipped his chair back upright as he leaned and put his forearm on the table. Pointing to the ranger, he replied, "That one there is with us. His name's Clover; he's a ranger, and I was askin' what his specialty was." He grimaced disapprovingly before continuing. "And just as some friendly advice, you shouldn't go 'round huggin' or casting spells onto folks who don't know ya' from a hole in the wall... not everyone's as nice as I am, and some might just take offense, mehbe." He smiled again, trying to convey that no harm was done, but wasn't quite sure it was enough to deal with the machine; not every warforged was socially competent, unfortunately. "How 'bout ya' take a seat 'ere and relax with us?" he asked instead, motioning to an empty chair at the table.
"Now. Name's... MY name is Whistler. I reckon yours is Gear, 'zat right?"
“Gear’s the name, and if that one gets worn out we can fix it and install a new one eh?, “ Gear replied smiling! Of course he didn’t mean to offend.
…but He understood contracts and promises to be fully binding, so he’d assumed sydna’s situation was each of their priority… “a good reminder! Thanks! I see that you have rules and habits in the name of social and self control you would like adhered to! I will do my best, but You can assume our priorities are aligned, I will only ever be of service. Evil is in the rise in these corners of the world, and I hope we can return it to balance.”
"Mmm-hmm," nodded the bounty hunter. If there was one thing warforged tended to be, it was single-mindedly steadfast. It seemed this one was dedicated to a decent code... which would have to do, he supposed.
"How many mo' came in with ya', Gear?" he asked. "I reckon once we's all here, we can get ta buyin' the last of our supplies befo' headin' out."
“what might we need to purchase for our travels? Is anyone good at procurement in the wild, or do we have to bring everything today?” Gear remembers the unforged among them will need food and drink at a minimum…
”I do wish to inform you that I move quite slowly when I am fully armored, if this is something we can solve with purchase or exchange. Fair trade is such a nice balancing, for both sides are enriched in the outcome.” Gear has for the moment forgotten of others, concentrated on his discourse partner Whistler in front of him.
Whistler smiled. "Some rations wouldn't hurt," he began, "just in case us fleshies can't rustle up enough grub a time or two. Mehbe a healin' potion or two, or extra ammo. Don't wanna go runnin' outta arrows in the middle o' the jungle."
"But fo' me," he continued as he set his ale down to unsheath and play with a dagger, "I could use a few more blades. Lost a few on the trip here, and I'd be mo' comfortable replacin' 'em."
He smiled broadly before rubbing his bald head and concluding, "And a couple groomin' supplies wouldn't hurt. Nuttin' fancy, course, just 'nough to keep me lookin' like mah handsome self."
The fighter waited a few seconds for a response before sighing and gently adding, "That last bit was jes' a joke. Mostly."
Spotting the huge bazaar, Case begins to head over there to see what was on offer. He had no need for rations, but he was curious to see what items were on offer nevertheless.
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“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
As Case steps away from Gear and Aranea he slowly moves through the people getting deeper into the bazaar where he can find multiple types of fish some alive and many more already gutted and ready to go, oversized pieces of dinosaur meat, collars, home utensils made from bones and an apparent never ending row of fresh fruits, roots and vegetables. Though everything was mundane (maybe with the exception of the dinosaur meat) it was presented in a fashion rarely seen out of the port.
Deep into the bazaar you can see special items that where hard to find in other big cities of the realm like Canoes, a device used to collect water from the rain often known simply as "rain catchers", insect repellent and an amber-colored, fermented drink made from honey named Tej.
Locals visiting the bazaar seemed to pay almost no attention to Case, constructs weren't a common view but the port was a popular place often visited by people from every corner of the world, many interested in buying unique items but a lot more interested in dinosaur races and shows held at the grand coliseum.
Case looks at the different various stalls selling different sources of food. However, none of these has any interest to him. He decides to give up looking at the bazaar and returns to Gear and Aranea.
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“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
Gear noticed the other warforged returning: “Rangers and warforged… seems Syndra certainly thought through her hiring for this death mission eh? She may be more clever and powerful than we suspect. Let up hope we all live up to the task at hand.”
remembering the collection of magical items of unknown value they had been given a tour through, as well the inclination of man, Hear asked as casually as he knew how, “and which prize do you have your eye on if we survive this jungle and mountain island that seems out to kill anyone who enters its deep cover?
Even though she was hired at the same time as Gear and has already spent a little time with the warforged, Aranea still hasn't quite gotten used to him. Now there appeared to be another warforged as well. That was just great. The young woman didn't really know what to make of them or how to interact with their kind, never having really met any before. At least there were other "fleshies" in their party as the one called Whistler noted. Speaking of Whistler and the ranger named Clover, she decided to introduce herself.
"Greetings," said Aranea, nodding her head at the others. "My name is Aranea. I already...met Gear here. I take it we were all hired by Syndra for the same purpose?"
Thinking of the job the old woman gave them, the young thief couldn't help but feel excited. She was sure this was just the sort of job that would set her on the path to riches and renown. And aside from the monetary aspect, the fact of this curse was intriguing. What could cause such a thing? She'd always been fascinated by magic, and this was her chance to experience more of the wonders and dangers of the world. Chult was an exotic and exciting place. She couldn't wait to start exploring.
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Characters: Bryony Alderleaf - Lvl. 3 Halfling Rogue (Phandelver and Below: The Shattered Obelisk) ♦ Evelyn Drake - Lvl. 3 Human Wizard (Rule of Change) ♦ Aranea Kendrick - Lvl. 4 Human Warlock (Where the Cold Winds Blow) ♦ Elsenia Vesper - Lvl. 2 Shadar-kai Druid (Strixhaven)
Gear allowed the cogs in his mind to turn on the subject of Syndra : “By my calculation, doing some quick maths, all the riches in the world aren’t worth much in comparison to health in the face of death. I would dare say her life is in our hands.”
Feeling satisfied with his assessment of Case’s inquiry, he turned to Whistler’s mention of supplies: “it just came to me now, but If we are trecking into this humidity and wild, we should need some gear to deal with the elements… pitons and rope for climbing might be nice, Case and I aren’t the lightest and most nimble of companions.”
”Also, I like caltrops and ball bearings. They’re shiny.”
"Looks like the bazaar only sells food," Case informs Gear. "I did not find any pitons, rope, caltrops or ball bearings. We will need to expand our parameters."
"Greetings," said Aranea, nodding her head at the others. "My name is Aranea. I already...met Gear here. I take it we were all hired by Syndra for the same purpose?"
"Indeed, we wuz," said the bounty hunter with a smile, jumping at the chance to avoid Gear's question. "I'm Whistler."
He felt a little bad being so blatantly reserved but... well, at least it saved having to make an excuse. He really didn't want to discuss his future plans with the others just yet.
"Looks like the bazaar only sells food," Case informs Gear. "I did not find any pitons, rope, caltrops or ball bearings. We will need to expand our parameters."
Whistler raised an eyebrow at that, then frowned. "Not good," he murmured, stroking his beard as he thought for a bit. He then raised a hand to flag down a waiter, intending to ask him about any local shops.
(( OOC: @DM - Would the waiter be able to point us to any local shops to procure supplies? ))
gear thought to himself for a bit about the challenges that may lay ahead in the jungle
What do we need if we run into a cliff … what do we need if we run into a pit … what do we need on the water… what do we need if it rains … what do we need to make camp? I don’t float or fly very well!””
(( OOC: @DM - Would the waiter be able to point us to any local shops to procure supplies? ))
Though the Thundering Lizard is not known for being a quiet place waiters were pretty good at detecting customers in need so Whistler's signaling was quickly noticed, however, before the waiter could reach your table someone stopped stepped into his way and kept the waiter busy with his multiple apologies, before you can react a smaller humanoid reaches your table.
"You certainly look like a fierce group of adventurers, I'm sorry but I overheard your small predicament. Navigating the port is not an easy task for outsiders (though his skin is almost pale white and accent doesn't seem to match Wakanga or his employers) and that's exactly why I'm here...Gondolo at your services and the gentlemen that's about to join us is my associate Faroul"
The man who stepped into the waiter's way is just a couple of steps away and nods to Gondolo.
"I believe your friend here visited what is known as the Red Bazaar which almost exclusively attends to the locals, you will have better luck at the Grand Souk where you can find pretty much everything...venturing into the jungle requires a lot of preparation and that often hinder big groups like yours but our beloved Zongo will be more than enough to fix that small issue, it should take us a little more than a couple of hours to get everything ready for your expedition"
"Are you just looking for a thrill? do you know how far into the jungle do you want to go? is there any specific landmark you are interested in?" Asked Farould as he joined the table.
Whistler eyed Farould suspiciously but kept a smile plastered on his face. "Thank ya' kindly fo' the advice, good sir!" he replied. "Unfortunately, our mission is... a mite sensitive one." The fighter cast sidelong glances at the two warforged, desperately hoping that they could read into his body language and insinuations. "Our patron--who I'm afraid we can't be namin' at the moment--might not 'preciate our tellin' everyone in town our business. Apologies."
With that Whistler stood, straightening his armor a bit. "I guess I'm off to the Grand Souk then?" He again smiled and nodded his appreciation to the newcomers. Turning to his companions, he continued, "I shouldn't be mo' than a couple hour's, though I'd welcome any company. I'm right positive we meet back here by then, our patron will have rejoined us."
As he made his move away from the table, Whistler paused a moment to see who would join him. He didn't know who Gondolo or Farould were--they seemed friendly enough, but his experiences had taught him to NOT just take the first hand of help offered in a strange land. He hoped they'd take the hint and leave; but even if not, the rest of his party wasn't entirely warforged. They should be able to avoid getting scammed... in fact, the rogue seemed sharp enough to turn any scam back on them, should she put her mind to it. Somewhat reassured by the speculative thought, Whistler left the tavern.
(( OOC: Anyone coming with Whistler, he's just going to make a beeline for the Grand Souk, asking directions if need be. ))
Wakanga looked very puzzled while Gear was talking to him, at first it seem like he was expecting a face behind a mask but the grin gave made him understand that there was no one inside of "the helm" but it was the helm itself talking..."I'm happy to see that there are still brave hmmm... adventurers to take upon this task, I'll be taking care of her in one of my villas. I would invite you to visit it but I understand that this is a pressing matter as Syndra grows weaker every day. I believe there is no time to waste"
He jumps back to the vehicle and waves good bye. As it turns you noticed how the vehicle had huge lizardlike creatures instead of horses. Big enough to move a vehicle carrying at least 6 people but small enough to be controlled by two drivers.
As Case takes a look around its hard to focus on one specific thing, though your current location doesn't seem as busy as the port area, there's a lot of people moving every size of bundles from a huge bazaar that can be seen from the inn's door. Beggars and performers are also a common view which makes this place a vibrant location with filled with noise.
Whistler leaned back in his chair a bit, and peered over his ale at his new companions as he took a drink. He hadn't propped his feet up onto the table--he wasn't quite that crass. But a steady lean propped up against the wall behind him felt about right.
The former bounty hunter hadn't gotten to know any of the others that well yet, but so far they seemed to be quite a... motley crew. He glanced over at the ranger of the group. "I get those of us here's already been properly introduced so far," he began in his typical thick drawl, "but I don't reckon we've been briefed on our sundry assortment of talents yet."
The older man smiled, signifying he was choosing his words to be somewhat whimsical rather than seriously academic. "Now, yo' outfit and bearin' ah yellin' 'ranger!' for everyone ta hear. But what's yo' specialty, now? Presuming you don't mind me askin', that is?"
(( OOC: He's basically asking what subclass Clover is. ))
Whistler
Titus - V. Human Battle Master Fighter 3 - [Pic] - [Pic2] - [Traits] - in Shadowglass
Locke - V. Human Shadow Monk 3 / Undead Warlock 2 - [Pic] - [Traits] - in FOW - DMless West Marches
Flèche - V. Human Swords Bard 10 - [Pic] - [Traits] - in The Scarlet Mist
Sterling - V. Human Bard 1 - [Pic] - [Traits] - in Bards: Dragon Heist
>> New FOW threat & treasure tables: fow-advanced-threat-tables.pdf fow-advanced-treasure-table.pdf
Stealth 25. You still have no idea where he is.
Gear strides up to Whistler and bear hugs him with his awkward grin. Gear had been taught the concepts of being Social, he was no shy warforged, Although deception in the strictly human definition was still near impossible for him.
“May I ask Who are you talking to? Perhaps Gear can be of assistance.” He casts guidance* on Whistler while beginning to scan the crowd for the target of his previous discord. “Two pairs of eyes are better than one eh?”
*(+1d4 to next ability check)
Whistler shifted in his chair and planted his foot against the construct's chest before Gear's arms reached him. He leveled a steely glare at the... sorcerer? Cleric, maybe?... as he assessed the situation. After a tense couple of seconds, he broke into a broad grin himself.
"Steady there, friend," he said, removing his foot and nodding to the warforged. "We don't do things that way 'round 'ere. Least, I don't." Another smile.
"This one's gonna be a handful," thought Whistler, stroking his beard as he watched Gear cast a spell, then reach over to touch him. Hiding his incredulity behind a single raised eyebrow, he watched the hand land and apply... something. It might have been a healing spell, but the way the warforged was talking, it was probably something closer to an enhancement spell of some sort--the fighter wasn't sure he wanted to speculate at the moment.
He sighed, then tipped his chair back upright as he leaned and put his forearm on the table. Pointing to the ranger, he replied, "That one there is with us. His name's Clover; he's a ranger, and I was askin' what his specialty was." He grimaced disapprovingly before continuing. "And just as some friendly advice, you shouldn't go 'round huggin' or casting spells onto folks who don't know ya' from a hole in the wall... not everyone's as nice as I am, and some might just take offense, mehbe." He smiled again, trying to convey that no harm was done, but wasn't quite sure it was enough to deal with the machine; not every warforged was socially competent, unfortunately. "How 'bout ya' take a seat 'ere and relax with us?" he asked instead, motioning to an empty chair at the table.
"Now. Name's... MY name is Whistler. I reckon yours is Gear, 'zat right?"
Whistler
Titus - V. Human Battle Master Fighter 3 - [Pic] - [Pic2] - [Traits] - in Shadowglass
Locke - V. Human Shadow Monk 3 / Undead Warlock 2 - [Pic] - [Traits] - in FOW - DMless West Marches
Flèche - V. Human Swords Bard 10 - [Pic] - [Traits] - in The Scarlet Mist
Sterling - V. Human Bard 1 - [Pic] - [Traits] - in Bards: Dragon Heist
>> New FOW threat & treasure tables: fow-advanced-threat-tables.pdf fow-advanced-treasure-table.pdf
“Gear’s the name, and if that one gets worn out we can fix it and install a new one eh?, “ Gear replied smiling! Of course he didn’t mean to offend.
…but He understood contracts and promises to be fully binding, so he’d assumed sydna’s situation was each of their priority… “a good reminder! Thanks! I see that you have rules and habits in the name of social and self control you would like adhered to! I will do my best, but You can assume our priorities are aligned, I will only ever be of service. Evil is in the rise in these corners of the world, and I hope we can return it to balance.”
"Mmm-hmm," nodded the bounty hunter. If there was one thing warforged tended to be, it was single-mindedly steadfast. It seemed this one was dedicated to a decent code... which would have to do, he supposed.
"How many mo' came in with ya', Gear?" he asked. "I reckon once we's all here, we can get ta buyin' the last of our supplies befo' headin' out."
Whistler
Titus - V. Human Battle Master Fighter 3 - [Pic] - [Pic2] - [Traits] - in Shadowglass
Locke - V. Human Shadow Monk 3 / Undead Warlock 2 - [Pic] - [Traits] - in FOW - DMless West Marches
Flèche - V. Human Swords Bard 10 - [Pic] - [Traits] - in The Scarlet Mist
Sterling - V. Human Bard 1 - [Pic] - [Traits] - in Bards: Dragon Heist
>> New FOW threat & treasure tables: fow-advanced-threat-tables.pdf fow-advanced-treasure-table.pdf
“what might we need to purchase for our travels? Is anyone good at procurement in the wild, or do we have to bring everything today?” Gear remembers the unforged among them will need food and drink at a minimum…
”I do wish to inform you that I move quite slowly when I am fully armored, if this is something we can solve with purchase or exchange. Fair trade is such a nice balancing, for both sides are enriched in the outcome.” Gear has for the moment forgotten of others, concentrated on his discourse partner Whistler in front of him.
Whistler smiled. "Some rations wouldn't hurt," he began, "just in case us fleshies can't rustle up enough grub a time or two. Mehbe a healin' potion or two, or extra ammo. Don't wanna go runnin' outta arrows in the middle o' the jungle."
"But fo' me," he continued as he set his ale down to unsheath and play with a dagger, "I could use a few more blades. Lost a few on the trip here, and I'd be mo' comfortable replacin' 'em."
He smiled broadly before rubbing his bald head and concluding, "And a couple groomin' supplies wouldn't hurt. Nuttin' fancy, course, just 'nough to keep me lookin' like mah handsome self."
The fighter waited a few seconds for a response before sighing and gently adding, "That last bit was jes' a joke. Mostly."
Whistler
Titus - V. Human Battle Master Fighter 3 - [Pic] - [Pic2] - [Traits] - in Shadowglass
Locke - V. Human Shadow Monk 3 / Undead Warlock 2 - [Pic] - [Traits] - in FOW - DMless West Marches
Flèche - V. Human Swords Bard 10 - [Pic] - [Traits] - in The Scarlet Mist
Sterling - V. Human Bard 1 - [Pic] - [Traits] - in Bards: Dragon Heist
>> New FOW threat & treasure tables: fow-advanced-threat-tables.pdf fow-advanced-treasure-table.pdf
Spotting the huge bazaar, Case begins to head over there to see what was on offer. He had no need for rations, but he was curious to see what items were on offer nevertheless.
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
As Case steps away from Gear and Aranea he slowly moves through the people getting deeper into the bazaar where he can find multiple types of fish some alive and many more already gutted and ready to go, oversized pieces of dinosaur meat, collars, home utensils made from bones and an apparent never ending row of fresh fruits, roots and vegetables. Though everything was mundane (maybe with the exception of the dinosaur meat) it was presented in a fashion rarely seen out of the port.
Deep into the bazaar you can see special items that where hard to find in other big cities of the realm like Canoes, a device used to collect water from the rain often known simply as "rain catchers", insect repellent and an amber-colored, fermented drink made from honey named Tej.
Locals visiting the bazaar seemed to pay almost no attention to Case, constructs weren't a common view but the port was a popular place often visited by people from every corner of the world, many interested in buying unique items but a lot more interested in dinosaur races and shows held at the grand coliseum.
Case looks at the different various stalls selling different sources of food. However, none of these has any interest to him. He decides to give up looking at the bazaar and returns to Gear and Aranea.
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
Gear noticed the other warforged returning:
“Rangers and warforged… seems Syndra certainly thought through her hiring for this death mission eh? She may be more clever and powerful than we suspect. Let up hope we all live up to the task at hand.”
remembering the collection of magical items of unknown value they had been given a tour through, as well the inclination of man, Hear asked as casually as he knew how, “and which prize do you have your eye on if we survive this jungle and mountain island that seems out to kill anyone who enters its deep cover?
Even though she was hired at the same time as Gear and has already spent a little time with the warforged, Aranea still hasn't quite gotten used to him. Now there appeared to be another warforged as well. That was just great. The young woman didn't really know what to make of them or how to interact with their kind, never having really met any before. At least there were other "fleshies" in their party as the one called Whistler noted. Speaking of Whistler and the ranger named Clover, she decided to introduce herself.
"Greetings," said Aranea, nodding her head at the others. "My name is Aranea. I already...met Gear here. I take it we were all hired by Syndra for the same purpose?"
Thinking of the job the old woman gave them, the young thief couldn't help but feel excited. She was sure this was just the sort of job that would set her on the path to riches and renown. And aside from the monetary aspect, the fact of this curse was intriguing. What could cause such a thing? She'd always been fascinated by magic, and this was her chance to experience more of the wonders and dangers of the world. Chult was an exotic and exciting place. She couldn't wait to start exploring.
Characters: Bryony Alderleaf - Lvl. 3 Halfling Rogue (Phandelver and Below: The Shattered Obelisk) ♦ Evelyn Drake - Lvl. 3 Human Wizard (Rule of Change) ♦ Aranea Kendrick - Lvl. 4 Human Warlock (Where the Cold Winds Blow) ♦ Elsenia Vesper - Lvl. 2 Shadar-kai Druid (Strixhaven)
DMing: Curse of Strahd
Gear allowed the cogs in his mind to turn on the subject of Syndra : “By my calculation, doing some quick maths, all the riches in the world aren’t worth much in comparison to health in the face of death. I would dare say her life is in our hands.”
Feeling satisfied with his assessment of Case’s inquiry, he turned to Whistler’s mention of supplies: “it just came to me now, but If we are trecking into this humidity and wild, we should need some gear to deal with the elements… pitons and rope for climbing might be nice, Case and I aren’t the lightest and most nimble of companions.”
”Also, I like caltrops and ball bearings. They’re shiny.”
"Looks like the bazaar only sells food," Case informs Gear. "I did not find any pitons, rope, caltrops or ball bearings. We will need to expand our parameters."
“The secret we should never let the gamemasters know is that they don't need any rules.” ― Gary Gygax
Whistler took a moment to mull the question over, when the young woman appeared.
"Indeed, we wuz," said the bounty hunter with a smile, jumping at the chance to avoid Gear's question. "I'm Whistler."
He felt a little bad being so blatantly reserved but... well, at least it saved having to make an excuse. He really didn't want to discuss his future plans with the others just yet.
Whistler raised an eyebrow at that, then frowned. "Not good," he murmured, stroking his beard as he thought for a bit. He then raised a hand to flag down a waiter, intending to ask him about any local shops.
(( OOC: @DM - Would the waiter be able to point us to any local shops to procure supplies? ))
Whistler
Titus - V. Human Battle Master Fighter 3 - [Pic] - [Pic2] - [Traits] - in Shadowglass
Locke - V. Human Shadow Monk 3 / Undead Warlock 2 - [Pic] - [Traits] - in FOW - DMless West Marches
Flèche - V. Human Swords Bard 10 - [Pic] - [Traits] - in The Scarlet Mist
Sterling - V. Human Bard 1 - [Pic] - [Traits] - in Bards: Dragon Heist
>> New FOW threat & treasure tables: fow-advanced-threat-tables.pdf fow-advanced-treasure-table.pdf
“not good indeed”
gear thought to himself for a bit about the challenges that may lay ahead in the jungle
What do we need if we run into a cliff … what do we need if we run into a pit … what do we need on the water… what do we need if it rains … what do we need to make camp? I don’t float or fly very well!””
Though the Thundering Lizard is not known for being a quiet place waiters were pretty good at detecting customers in need so Whistler's signaling was quickly noticed, however, before the waiter could reach your table someone stopped stepped into his way and kept the waiter busy with his multiple apologies, before you can react a smaller humanoid reaches your table.
"You certainly look like a fierce group of adventurers, I'm sorry but I overheard your small predicament. Navigating the port is not an easy task for outsiders (though his skin is almost pale white and accent doesn't seem to match Wakanga or his employers) and that's exactly why I'm here...Gondolo at your services and the gentlemen that's about to join us is my associate Faroul"
The man who stepped into the waiter's way is just a couple of steps away and nods to Gondolo.
"I believe your friend here visited what is known as the Red Bazaar which almost exclusively attends to the locals, you will have better luck at the Grand Souk where you can find pretty much everything...venturing into the jungle requires a lot of preparation and that often hinder big groups like yours but our beloved Zongo will be more than enough to fix that small issue, it should take us a little more than a couple of hours to get everything ready for your expedition"
"Are you just looking for a thrill? do you know how far into the jungle do you want to go? is there any specific landmark you are interested in?" Asked Farould as he joined the table.
Whistler eyed Farould suspiciously but kept a smile plastered on his face. "Thank ya' kindly fo' the advice, good sir!" he replied. "Unfortunately, our mission is... a mite sensitive one." The fighter cast sidelong glances at the two warforged, desperately hoping that they could read into his body language and insinuations. "Our patron--who I'm afraid we can't be namin' at the moment--might not 'preciate our tellin' everyone in town our business. Apologies."
With that Whistler stood, straightening his armor a bit. "I guess I'm off to the Grand Souk then?" He again smiled and nodded his appreciation to the newcomers. Turning to his companions, he continued, "I shouldn't be mo' than a couple hour's, though I'd welcome any company. I'm right positive we meet back here by then, our patron will have rejoined us."
As he made his move away from the table, Whistler paused a moment to see who would join him. He didn't know who Gondolo or Farould were--they seemed friendly enough, but his experiences had taught him to NOT just take the first hand of help offered in a strange land. He hoped they'd take the hint and leave; but even if not, the rest of his party wasn't entirely warforged. They should be able to avoid getting scammed... in fact, the rogue seemed sharp enough to turn any scam back on them, should she put her mind to it. Somewhat reassured by the speculative thought, Whistler left the tavern.
(( OOC: Anyone coming with Whistler, he's just going to make a beeline for the Grand Souk, asking directions if need be. ))
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