You all settle in to camp for the night (long rest). The Orc stranger's loud snoring makes staying awake to keep watch easy. Igreis, before turning in the party tells you of their plan to visit Jigow for the Festival of Merits and sounds open to travelling together. The Festival sounds like a pleasant diversion during your time off and a bit of notoriety if you successfully compete certainly wouldn't hurt your standing in the watch.
The mornings sunrise, like most in the waste, is a dreary, cloudy affair. You are able to wake and depart before the empty pocketed orc rouses if you choose
Baetrix looks oddly irritated that Igreis is joining them (at the mention of his service to the Kryn), but the expression passes quickly as the work of setting up a good camp takes precedence.
"I'll take a quick look around," she says, moving off.
She will load her crossbow and take a look around for someplace off the trampled path, ideally with fresh water and some overhang to take shelter near. She will also take that opportunity to scan the area for any signs of beasts, game or monstrous.
Survival (shelter): 21
(She will tell the others of what she found. If she finds signs of game, she will spend no more than an hour hunting/foraging for something for the group to eat. Here's another survival check, if there are signs of game)
For what it’s worth, the evening before, Onizos would have done as much knife juggling and tumbling as Igreis cared to watch, and recite an epic poem about star-crossed lovers who attempted to cheat death by making a beautiful song that would bewitch the grim reaper, which ultimately didn’t work to cheat death but did strengthen their love.
For his part Igreis enjoys the entertainment given, keeping quiet for the most part as the night fades into them getting ready to rest for the night. As the others go off to sleep he simply finds a place where he can sit, going into a meditative pose as he enters his trance. With little else to do once his four hours of rest past he will begin to clean his weapons, deciding to travel with the strange band for the time being.
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
((Assuming you head out before the orc wakes up, let me know otherwise))
You continue north along the road. It joins the west bank of the Ifolon River and you begin to notice more and more travelers joining you on the road, mostly traveling the same direction as you. The cawing of seagulls and general din of a busy village catch your ear before you crest a small rise and reveal the messy collection of neighborhoods that make up Jigow. Each area has unique architecture that blends together at the edges as if three towns collided. You follow the flow of the crowd into the most dense part of town.
You have entered the Jumble, a large district of tangled roads and single-story buildings. Throngs of people, most of them orcs and goblins, move through the streets, laughing, singing, running, and sightseeing. All are enthralled by the raucous sights and sounds of the town’s Festival of Merit.
You hear snippets of conversations as people pass by: a goblin mother telling her children not to go near the baby horizonback tortoises, a drow guard in shining insectile armor complaining to his partner that his gauntlet was crushed by a hulking orc while arm-wrestling, and a pair of young orcs in swimwear hollering as they rush toward the banks of the Ifolon River.
All around you, colorful signs and banners point toward festival booths surrounded by cheering people. On this street alone, you can see a meat-pie eating contest near a shop mounted on the back of a massive tortoise, and on the other side of the road, a banner emblazoned with the words “Riddles and Rhymes: Unbeatable Riddles!” That banner points toward a three-story temple in the center of the Jumble. The town is yours to explore—where do you want to go?
After spending the day plodding along, Yabo's feeling hungry, and catches the scent of the pie eating contest.
"Thinking that gorging on 'ie is just what I need!", he slaps his belly. "Hear that? 'Y shell's starting to sound hollow! Listen to that, Oni, you can hear the echo!"
He slaps the underside of his shell in Onizos' direction, then rapping softly on the back of his shell with his other claw.
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DM:Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Baetrix, while you are scouting you are able to trap a small badger. Not enough to feed the whole group, but a welcome bit of meat. You also find an old set of very large prints which you identify as Mammoth tracks. Small herds are known to wander the plains around the Ifolon River. These tracks a few weeks old though.
There aren't any cliffs or overhangs for shelter, but you are able to position yourself between the fire and a thick tangle of thorn bushes which should prevent anything from approaching without you noticing
"How many pies you think you can stuff down your gullet big guy?" Gan asks.
While he waits for an answer he looks around.
"There must be someone taking bets on the pie contest. If good old shellback here is as good at gobbling down pies as he is at smashing Dwendies we can make some extra dough."
The savory scents of meat, pastry, and spices fill the air around a three-story building mounted on the back of a gigantic tortoise. A cooking stand and a festival stage with a long table are set up at the tortoise’s feet, where an orc stands over a massive oven. She bustles from the oven to the stage and back, placing delicious-looking hand pies at each seat and stacking more of them on a cooling rack nearby.
People are already gathered on stage, including a scrawny young human with a mop of brown hair and a scruffy beard. As you approach, the orc calls out in a melodic baritone, “Come to sample the best meat pies this side of the Wastes, yes? I sell ’em for meals up there, but I’m running pie-eating contests down here all day, if you’ve got an orc-sized stomach. It's 5 silver per contestant but considerin' you get as many pies as you can eat that's a steal.”
There isn't a dedicated bookkeeper, but a crowd of spectators has gathered. When you offer a wager, a well dressed Drow responds, "I'll wager 3 silver on Irvan" gesturing to the young human contestant
Yabo shakes his head emphatically, "Never ate an orc 'Iss, I swear! Not sure if I could fit one in there, 'ut it's an odd way of 'easuring! Five silver for all I can eat sounds good though!"
He drops his stuff and hands over the silver before taking up position behind the table.
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DM:Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Onizos will send telepathically to Gan an idea that he has. Maybe Gan can earn some coin getting good odds on Yabo vs a disguised Onizos. Then he will drift to the back of the crowd where few may be looking at him, and he will use disguise self to change his appearance to that of a fat orc, over 6 feet tall, with a large neck and great pot belly, wearing a dirty shirt that stretches tight across his girth. He will then saunter towards the pie-eating contest and loudly declare,
"Scrawny Irvan there doesn't stand a chance, don't waste yer money. Bet on me if yeh want to make good on yer coin! Who here says I can out-eat anyone here, nay, everyone here??"
He will then telepathically send to Yabo, Don't worry big fellah, it's me, Oni!
Igreis moves to sit back and simply watch the pie eating contest, doubting he would last long in such an event. Instead looking for other games that are more to his own tastes. Namely perhaps a mock sword fight or the like. "I am sure tjat you all should have litter trouble with these pies."
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Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
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Gan compares the size of one pie with the size of his small stomach and just shakes his head.
"That's not happening," Gan says but he does agree to the wager with the well-dressed drow and asks, "Where's that scrawny kid from? You bring him here?"
He looks more closely at the human contestant seeing if he's maybe not what he appears to be. Maybe it's someone pulling the same stunt Onizos is.
Insight: 18
If the books seems real enough, just before the contest begins, Gan cups one hand around the dual lightning bold medallion hanging from his neck and then claps Yabo on the back. Yabo feels a small spark of energy go from Gan into Yabo's body.
You all settle in to camp for the night (long rest). The Orc stranger's loud snoring makes staying awake to keep watch easy. Igreis, before turning in the party tells you of their plan to visit Jigow for the Festival of Merits and sounds open to travelling together. The Festival sounds like a pleasant diversion during your time off and a bit of notoriety if you successfully compete certainly wouldn't hurt your standing in the watch.
The mornings sunrise, like most in the waste, is a dreary, cloudy affair. You are able to wake and depart before the empty pocketed orc rouses if you choose
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Baetrix looks oddly irritated that Igreis is joining them (at the mention of his service to the Kryn), but the expression passes quickly as the work of setting up a good camp takes precedence.
"I'll take a quick look around," she says, moving off.
She will load her crossbow and take a look around for someplace off the trampled path, ideally with fresh water and some overhang to take shelter near. She will also take that opportunity to scan the area for any signs of beasts, game or monstrous.
Survival (shelter): 21
(She will tell the others of what she found. If she finds signs of game, she will spend no more than an hour hunting/foraging for something for the group to eat. Here's another survival check, if there are signs of game)
Survival (hunting/foraging): 16
For what it’s worth, the evening before, Onizos would have done as much knife juggling and tumbling as Igreis cared to watch, and recite an epic poem about star-crossed lovers who attempted to cheat death by making a beautiful song that would bewitch the grim reaper, which ultimately didn’t work to cheat death but did strengthen their love.
For his part Igreis enjoys the entertainment given, keeping quiet for the most part as the night fades into them getting ready to rest for the night. As the others go off to sleep he simply finds a place where he can sit, going into a meditative pose as he enters his trance. With little else to do once his four hours of rest past he will begin to clean his weapons, deciding to travel with the strange band for the time being.
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
((Assuming you head out before the orc wakes up, let me know otherwise))
You continue north along the road. It joins the west bank of the Ifolon River and you begin to notice more and more travelers joining you on the road, mostly traveling the same direction as you. The cawing of seagulls and general din of a busy village catch your ear before you crest a small rise and reveal the messy collection of neighborhoods that make up Jigow. Each area has unique architecture that blends together at the edges as if three towns collided. You follow the flow of the crowd into the most dense part of town.
You have entered the Jumble, a large district of tangled roads and single-story buildings. Throngs of people, most of them orcs and goblins, move through the streets, laughing, singing, running, and sightseeing. All are enthralled by the raucous sights and sounds of the town’s Festival of Merit.
You hear snippets of conversations as people pass by: a goblin mother telling her children not to go near the baby horizonback tortoises, a drow guard in shining insectile armor complaining to his partner that his gauntlet was crushed by a hulking orc while arm-wrestling, and a pair of young orcs in swimwear hollering as they rush toward the banks of the Ifolon River.
All around you, colorful signs and banners point toward festival booths surrounded by cheering people. On this street alone, you can see a meat-pie eating contest near a shop mounted on the back of a massive tortoise, and on the other side of the road, a banner emblazoned with the words “Riddles and Rhymes: Unbeatable Riddles!” That banner points toward a three-story temple in the center of the Jumble. The town is yours to explore—where do you want to go?
After spending the day plodding along, Yabo's feeling hungry, and catches the scent of the pie eating contest.
"Thinking that gorging on 'ie is just what I need!", he slaps his belly. "Hear that? 'Y shell's starting to sound hollow! Listen to that, Oni, you can hear the echo!"
He slaps the underside of his shell in Onizos' direction, then rapping softly on the back of his shell with his other claw.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
((sorry, missed your edit petessius))
Baetrix, while you are scouting you are able to trap a small badger. Not enough to feed the whole group, but a welcome bit of meat. You also find an old set of very large prints which you identify as Mammoth tracks. Small herds are known to wander the plains around the Ifolon River. These tracks a few weeks old though.
There aren't any cliffs or overhangs for shelter, but you are able to position yourself between the fire and a thick tangle of thorn bushes which should prevent anything from approaching without you noticing
Onizos chuckles at Yabo’s silliness and responds in a lighthearted tone at first, though his voice trails off a bit at the end…..
“Yes, we are all just hollow flesh bags, ever filling ourselves with deadstuffs, and yet we never fill up, we remain empty vessels…”
joyous again:
“I’m hungry too! But I want riddles after pie!”
Gan pats Yabo's shell.
"How many pies you think you can stuff down your gullet big guy?" Gan asks.
While he waits for an answer he looks around.
"There must be someone taking bets on the pie contest. If good old shellback here is as good at gobbling down pies as he is at smashing Dwendies we can make some extra dough."
"Eleventeen, at least!", he opens his hooked maw wide, and wiggles his pink tongue protrusion.
"Few things I a' 'etter at than s'ashing Dwendies! It's a calling. 'Ut eating is u' there."
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Gan nods and looks for where to get Yabo signed up for the contest and also where he can place a bet on the contest.
The savory scents of meat, pastry, and spices fill the air around a three-story building mounted on the back of a gigantic tortoise. A cooking stand and a festival stage with a long table are set up at the tortoise’s feet, where an orc stands over a massive oven. She bustles from the oven to the stage and back, placing delicious-looking hand pies at each seat and stacking more of them on a cooling rack nearby.
People are already gathered on stage, including a scrawny young human with a mop of brown hair and a scruffy beard. As you approach, the orc calls out in a melodic baritone, “Come to sample the best meat pies this side of the Wastes, yes? I sell ’em for meals up there, but I’m running pie-eating contests down here all day, if you’ve got an orc-sized stomach. It's 5 silver per contestant but considerin' you get as many pies as you can eat that's a steal.”
There isn't a dedicated bookkeeper, but a crowd of spectators has gathered. When you offer a wager, a well dressed Drow responds, "I'll wager 3 silver on Irvan" gesturing to the young human contestant
Yabo shakes his head emphatically, "Never ate an orc 'Iss, I swear! Not sure if I could fit one in there, 'ut it's an odd way of 'easuring! Five silver for all I can eat sounds good though!"
He drops his stuff and hands over the silver before taking up position behind the table.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
"Any other takers?" The baker calls to the crowd. "No limit on enteries per team on this one"
"You guys want all you can eat 'eat 'ies? I'll 'uy.", Yabo asks Gan and Oni.
"You two too, if you want. Hel'ed kee' watch and all, you've got 'y thanks.", he includes Iggy and Trix in the offer.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Onizos will send telepathically to Gan an idea that he has. Maybe Gan can earn some coin getting good odds on Yabo vs a disguised Onizos. Then he will drift to the back of the crowd where few may be looking at him, and he will use disguise self to change his appearance to that of a fat orc, over 6 feet tall, with a large neck and great pot belly, wearing a dirty shirt that stretches tight across his girth. He will then saunter towards the pie-eating contest and loudly declare,
"Scrawny Irvan there doesn't stand a chance, don't waste yer money. Bet on me if yeh want to make good on yer coin! Who here says I can out-eat anyone here, nay, everyone here??"
He will then telepathically send to Yabo, Don't worry big fellah, it's me, Oni!
Yabo Insight: 18
((Gonna let the dice inform his response. He's not bright, but sometimes he catches on okay...))
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Yabo looks around for Oni in confusion, before looking over to the baker. "There's for sure not roo' in 'y sto'ach for that orc!"
He sizes up the competition, but the scent of the pies on the breeze leaves him with a smile... he's won either way.
DM: Forged in Chaos, Spiders of the Abyss, The Sundered Way, Champions of the Citadel
Active Characters:
Breldo, Halfling Ranger | Kathryn, Wood Elf Rogue/Ranger | Kroshav, Dragonborn Paladin | T'laren Farsiel, Wood Elf Fighter | Trill, Kenku Bard | Val "Janellae", Mark of Shadow Elf Warlock
Igreis moves to sit back and simply watch the pie eating contest, doubting he would last long in such an event. Instead looking for other games that are more to his own tastes. Namely perhaps a mock sword fight or the like. "I am sure tjat you all should have litter trouble with these pies."
Rekuberk Onc Level 8 | Half Orc | Barbarian (The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks)
Kayassa Level 3 | Satyr | Warlock (Cleath13's LMoP)
Bertolt Silentlash Level 3 | Variant Human | Bard (Our Little Lives Kept in Equipoise: Death House)
Daerthe Narcion Level 4 | Drow | Rogue (Karmoli's Great Upheaval)
Gan compares the size of one pie with the size of his small stomach and just shakes his head.
"That's not happening," Gan says but he does agree to the wager with the well-dressed drow and asks, "Where's that scrawny kid from? You bring him here?"
He looks more closely at the human contestant seeing if he's maybe not what he appears to be. Maybe it's someone pulling the same stunt Onizos is.
Insight: 18
If the books seems real enough, just before the contest begins, Gan cups one hand around the dual lightning bold medallion hanging from his neck and then claps Yabo on the back. Yabo feels a small spark of energy go from Gan into Yabo's body.
Casts: Guidance
"Stuff that gullet, Yabo," Gan says as he walks away to get a better view.