Fushiguro strokes his chin deep in thought. He'd collected enough information just from this little exchange but if he could solve or even fix the curse surely the organization would reward him
"I will assist in this task at hand but is there anything else we should know about this jungle? Natives, the terrain's resources, those sorts of things..."
He glances to everyone else. Everyone was so eager to just jump in head first. after years of recon he'd learned to be more wary of new and uncharted places.
"I have a map to give all of you." They say as their attendant hands a scroll to Fushiguro.
"Pleasure to meet you lady Silvane. My name is Tytus Wolan". He then turns to Dr. Tombs and says in halfling: "I hope we get this cash soon, I haven't ate yet today. Would love some hot stew. Do you think they make stew in chult Mr. Scholar ?"
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Firebrand stands up and closes his eyes, bracing himself for the impending teleportation. He's never been teleported before, so he's not quite sure what to expect.
You appear in a tropical city under the blazing sun. The familiar sounds of a harbor --- creaking ropes, slapping waves, heavy barrels rolling across cobblestones --- mingle with the voices shouting and cursing in an unfamiliar language filled with clicks, inhallations, and singsongy words that make it sound almost musical. The aroma of unfamiliar spices and tropical fruit mixes with the wharfside smells of fish, tar, and canvas.
Beyond all that, Port Nyanzaru in an explosion of color. Buildings are painted in bright shades of blue, green, orange, and salmon pink, or their walls are adorned with murals portraying giant reptiles and mythical heroes. Every building sports baskets and clay urns of colorful flowers or is draped in leafy, flowering vines. Minstrels in bright clothing adorned with feathers and shells perform on street corners. Multicolored pennants and sun awnings atop the city walls. A crowd of children dressed in feathered hats races past you, squealing in delighted terror as a street performer costumed as a big-toothed lizard stomps and roars behind them. The whole city seems to be bustling, sweating, laughing, swearing, and singing.
Desarian winces at the sudden noise and color as he looks around to take in their new surroundings. There are far more people around than he is comfortable with after so long living alone in the wilderness. He'd be much happier when they got out of town.
"Hey, that guy looks like my brother-in-law," Firebrand says with a chuckle when he opens his eyes and sees the street performer dressed like a giant lizard.
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"I will be in Chult."
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"I have a map to give all of you." They say as their attendant hands a scroll to Fushiguro.
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*Map of Chult*
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Little dazzled not knowing if he was misunderstood or if a question was dodged he says: "I am sorry for not being precise. What is your name ?"
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Fushiguro nods his head looking at this map as he's very unsure of this place as he's never hear of it
"Alright and where exactly are we teleporting to on this map?"
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"names Syndra Silvane dear."
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(OOC) DM what time of the day is it as this conversation takes place ?
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*Around mid-day*
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"Pleasure to meet you lady Silvane. My name is Tytus Wolan". He then turns to Dr. Tombs and says in halfling: "I hope we get this cash soon, I haven't ate yet today. Would love some hot stew. Do you think they make stew in chult Mr. Scholar ?"
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Dr. Tombs smiles at Tytus' mention of stew. He nods in agreement.
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The person snaps their fingers. "Alright. Prepare to be teleported."
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Firebrand stands up and closes his eyes, bracing himself for the impending teleportation. He's never been teleported before, so he's not quite sure what to expect.
Tytus tenses his whole body in anticipation.
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Desarian stands calmly and waits to be teleported.
Dr. Tombs stands ready
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Uthal looks at the others, looks back at his glass of wine on the table and attempts to grab it before being teleported.
Fushiguro stands ready with his hands in his pockets ready to go
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You appear in a tropical city under the blazing sun. The familiar sounds of a harbor --- creaking ropes, slapping waves, heavy barrels rolling across cobblestones --- mingle with the voices shouting and cursing in an unfamiliar language filled with clicks, inhallations, and singsongy words that make it sound almost musical. The aroma of unfamiliar spices and tropical fruit mixes with the wharfside smells of fish, tar, and canvas.
Beyond all that, Port Nyanzaru in an explosion of color. Buildings are painted in bright shades of blue, green, orange, and salmon pink, or their walls are adorned with murals portraying giant reptiles and mythical heroes. Every building sports baskets and clay urns of colorful flowers or is draped in leafy, flowering vines. Minstrels in bright clothing adorned with feathers and shells perform on street corners. Multicolored pennants and sun awnings atop the city walls. A crowd of children dressed in feathered hats races past you, squealing in delighted terror as a street performer costumed as a big-toothed lizard stomps and roars behind them. The whole city seems to be bustling, sweating, laughing, swearing, and singing.
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Desarian winces at the sudden noise and color as he looks around to take in their new surroundings. There are far more people around than he is comfortable with after so long living alone in the wilderness. He'd be much happier when they got out of town.
"Hey, that guy looks like my brother-in-law," Firebrand says with a chuckle when he opens his eyes and sees the street performer dressed like a giant lizard.