"Well 'dortmunder sludge' is either some great booze or waste material from makin' something else."
Bjorn recognizes the immensity of this task. For now, the frescoes beckon. No sense spending the whole spell duration in this one room.
But first! He retrieves the crumpled-up, worn-out note from Abernathy's basement, which was written in the goblin language. "Odds are, this is irrelevant now, but let's see."
"Well 'dortmunder sludge' is either some great booze or waste material from makin' something else."
Bjorn recognizes the immensity of this task. For now, the frescoes beckon. No sense spending the whole spell duration in this one room.
But first! He retrieves the crumpled-up, worn-out note from Abernathy's basement, which was written in the goblin language. "Odds are, this is irrelevant now, but let's see."
Bjorn reads the Goblin note and realizes it is a love letter from one of the murdered servants to one of the females you found dead in the laundry vats. It speaks of undying love and how he was going to take her to meet his clan. He mentions having seen something useful and that he intended to use that information to get a raise from the supervisor ( whom betrayed the wizard and was trapped in the jelly cube) so he could afford the whisk her away and start a family.
Lir will join Frangipani on collecting poisons (let us know how many we can safely carry).
( you can each carry about 5 jars total without requiring special handling aka a cart. Ceramics can get quite heavy fast. Later I will let you know the specifics of each poison or ingredient you grabbed.)
Frangipani , satisfied with her haul exits the room and steps in the strange mound Sparhawk noticed during his watch. She feels a disgusting squish and her nose is assaulted by a horrible smell.
You have stepped into the poo from the monkey's that passed through during the rest. The smell wont dissipate for an hour giving you disadvantage on stealth and charisma roles during that time
“Right crew, that settles it.” Sparhawk puts his hand on his crocked ever broken nose. (No one’s ever asked him why it’s broken. Surely a paladin could fix that with healing)
”I was thinking we should leave this place without awakening some ancient goddess but I really don’t wanna be on a small boat with you right now Frangipani.”
Along with this, there are the names of the different plants depicted, including the assassin vines, yellow-musk vines which you were introduced earlier.
“Hum, anyone see any clues to help us with the lever combination?”
the (not so) clever paladin asks
”she sounds like she may have been vain by that last statement. Maybe she was murdered, or tricked into a trap.”
“Again, some places are not meant to keep enemies out, others to keep something in. I’m not feeling great about opening an inner chamber to this place. Feels cursed to me as well, with the weird dead plant guys.”
“Let’s make sure we can recognize these two types of dangerous vines, especially Lir and Frangipani.” He looks at his friends “You made me captain but I’m no dictator. I want a vote on messing with the levers and potentially opening the vault, or moving on crew. What say you?”
(ooc can we do history or religion checks on this person, civilization? Sparhawk is not from this continent, so he probably has not heard these tales)
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“You see Frangipani, this is why we keep him around.” He winks at Lir. “The man is….useful.”
Sparhawk laughs, “I’ll pass on the milk of the spider.”
”Frangipani, any of these spices make for good cooking?”
Frangipani looks up from stuffing jars in her bag as Bjorn reads off the labels, " Yep. '
She chucks some of the weirder and poison ones in as well scribing an X into the lids of the deadly ones.
"Well 'dortmunder sludge' is either some great booze or waste material from makin' something else."
Bjorn recognizes the immensity of this task. For now, the frescoes beckon. No sense spending the whole spell duration in this one room.
But first! He retrieves the crumpled-up, worn-out note from Abernathy's basement, which was written in the goblin language. "Odds are, this is irrelevant now, but let's see."
Lir will join Frangipani on collecting poisons (let us know how many we can safely carry).
Sparhawk, recognizing the goblin writing, is reminded of the note they found what seems like so long ago in the wizard's home.
"You kept that? Hum... Bjorn, always wondered what that said."
After
"Ok, lets try to decode these walls. The clues may be here to open this door."
Bjorn reads the Goblin note and realizes it is a love letter from one of the murdered servants to one of the females you found dead in the laundry vats. It speaks of undying love and how he was going to take her to meet his clan. He mentions having seen something useful and that he intended to use that information to get a raise from the supervisor ( whom betrayed the wizard and was trapped in the jelly cube) so he could afford the whisk her away and start a family.
( you can each carry about 5 jars total without requiring special handling aka a cart. Ceramics can get quite heavy fast. Later I will let you know the specifics of each poison or ingredient you grabbed.)
Before revealing what the words on the frescoes tell Bjorn, everyone needs to roll a Dex save when leaving the room. Dc 12
Sparhawk Dex save 5
Uh-oh! 16
Frangipani takes- Sugar of Mor’Gand’s Rage, Dortmunder Sludge, dried chilli, saffron and Goddess Nipple.
Dex save- 19
Frangipani , satisfied with her haul exits the room and steps in the strange mound Sparhawk noticed during his watch. She feels a disgusting squish and her nose is assaulted by a horrible smell.
You have stepped into the poo from the monkey's that passed through during the rest. The smell wont dissipate for an hour giving you disadvantage on stealth and charisma roles during that time
Frangipani scraped it off her foot, " Great.....now i smell like Bjorn..."
“Right crew, that settles it.” Sparhawk puts his hand on his crocked ever broken nose. (No one’s ever asked him why it’s broken. Surely a paladin could fix that with healing)
”I was thinking we should leave this place without awakening some ancient goddess but I really don’t wanna be on a small boat with you right now Frangipani.”
" Eh, I can swim.", she shrugged.
Bjorn reads the fresco inscriptions.
This garden is dedicated to Zalkoré, queen of Omu and jewel of Chult.”
“Worshiped by her people and by Thiru-taya, who
crossed-out: loves BETRAYED her.” (The word “loves” has been chipped away, and the word “BETRAYED” is scratched into the frescoes above it.)
“In this, the tenth year of her reign, may she govern forever in splendor.”
“And may the gods themselves marvel at this humble reflection of her beauty.”
Along with this, there are the names of the different plants depicted, including the assassin vines, yellow-musk vines which you were introduced earlier.
“Hum, anyone see any clues to help us with the lever combination?”
the (not so) clever paladin asks
”she sounds like she may have been vain by that last statement. Maybe she was murdered, or tricked into a trap.”
“Again, some places are not meant to keep enemies out, others to keep something in. I’m not feeling great about opening an inner chamber to this place. Feels cursed to me as well, with the weird dead plant guys.”
Lir fails - 10.
“Let’s make sure we can recognize these two types of dangerous vines, especially Lir and Frangipani.”
He looks at his friends
“You made me captain but I’m no dictator. I want a vote on messing with the levers and potentially opening the vault, or moving on crew. What say you?”
(ooc can we do history or religion checks on this person, civilization? Sparhawk is not from this continent, so he probably has not heard these tales)