Thyxius counts out his coins with barely restrained excitement. "We could afford an...ankley-lo-saurus with this," he remarks, wanting one of the creatures just for the sake of it really, "T-to help carry things, I mean! They're the big armored ones. And just imagine riding it into battle!"
((From Beasts for Sale table on pg 3, cost 250 gp))
”Don’t forget you agreed to tell us about the Pterafolk as part of the deal.”
I get close to her while we do this and attempt to pickpocket Taban’s coin purse off her while she is distracted in telling the story.
I use elementalism to beckon air to create a strong gust of air while I do it to further distract from my actions (let me know if this affects my roll at all).
”Don’t forget you agreed to tell us about the Pterafolk as part of the deal.”
I get close to her while we do this and attempt to pickpocket Taban’s coin purse off her while she is distracted in telling the story.
I use elementalism to beckon air to create a strong gust of air while I do it to further distract from my actions (let me know if this affects my roll at all).
Sleight of hand: 15+1 guidance = 16.
"Alright, let me tell you about the pterafolk," she said, her voice like gravel scraping steel. "Or as we call 'em, 'terror folk.' Big bastards—ten feet tall when they bother to stand straight. Wings so wide they blot out the sun, twenty feet easy. Faces only a mother could love—sharp teeth, long claws, and a temper worse than a cornered raptor. But the worst part? They don’t just snatch shiny trinkets. They grab people."
She leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial hush. "When they take you, they don’t just eat you outright. Oh no. First, they fly high. Real high. Then they drop you. For fun. They like the sound—your screams, the way you flail on the way down. The ground does their dirty work. Sends a message, loud and clear, to the rest of us ground-crawlers."
Her sharp gaze swept the room, finally landing on Rhys, whose lips were moving in a quiet murmur. She narrowed her eyes. "Oi! You workin’ a spell there, or just talkin’ to yourself? Speak up or knock it off. That mumblin’s gettin’ on my nerves."
Perception: Nat 20
Her attention returned, though not for long. Rhys’ hand was sneaking toward her belt. Without breaking stride, she snatched his wrist, her grip iron-tight, lifting his hand for all to see.
"Well, well," she said, her grin sharp and amused. "What’ve we got here? Tryin’ to lighten my purse? Or just testin’ your luck?"
She gave his wrist a little tug, enough to make him squirm. "First rule of thievin’, kid: know who you’re stealin’ from. Some folks use knives, others curses that'll turn your guts to soup. Me? Let’s just say this purse’s got more than one set of eyes on it. Clear?"
She released him with a push, shaking her head with a chuckle. "Nice try, but next time? Think twice."
Turning back to the group, she carried on without missing a beat. "Now, back to the terror folk. Used to have magic—rituals to shift shapes, walk among us as lizardfolk or soar like pteranodons. That’s all gone now, lost to time. Not that it makes them any less dangerous."
She stepped closer, her tone low and grim. "If you’re in the jungle and hear wings flappin’? Run. Fast. ‘Cause if they grab you, it’s a long way down. And if the fall doesn’t finish you? Well, let’s just say you’ll wish it had."
As I am pushed back, I fall to the ground, prone on my back. Lifting my head slightly, I give a curt nod while cradling my injured wrist in my other hand. Lords above she has a strong grip! Far stronger than I could've expected from one her size and age, I think to myself. Fear is still coursing through my body as her eyes bore into mine, awaiting the retribution I was sure to come. "Nice try, but next time? Think twice." I hear her say and a breath slowly escapes my lungs. Phew, that could've been the end of me. Her attention returns back to the group and I cautiously stand and move to the back of my companions, no longer able to look upon her, afraid of invoking some form of retaliation.
“Hmm, pterafolk, eh? Well duly noted. Never heard onea them fellas. There’s a sayin, ifn you hear hooves clompin, think horses, not zebras. Or here maybe seems to be ifn you here wings flappin, it ain’t no owl or eagle, but one of these pterafolk, eh? Good ta know…”. Cleggor turns to Thyxius and says “An ankylosaurus sounds great, if we can find one ta buy, I’d be all for that. Everyone else agree? Which way?”
Thyxius listens to K'lahu's tale closely, growing steadily more unnerved by the moment. They can't really be that horrible, right?
Insight on K'lahu's story of the pterafolk: 21
As K’lahu spoke, her sharp voice carried the weight of someone who’d seen or heard too much to dismiss. Her crooked grin and dramatic tone gave the impression of a practiced storyteller, but there was something in her eyes—a flicker of shadow when she described the terror folk’s cruelty, the swooping and the fatal drop—that hinted at truth.
to Thyxius it was clear: this wasn’t just a tale. K’lahu believed every word she was saying. Whether she’d seen the creatures herself or heard the story from someone who had, the fear in her voice was real.
"Alright, let me tell you about the pterafolk," she said, her voice like gravel scraping steel. "Or as we call 'em, 'terror folk.' Big bastards—ten feet tall when they bother to stand straight. Wings so wide they blot out the sun, twenty feet easy. Faces only a mother could love—sharp teeth, long claws, and a temper worse than a cornered raptor. But the worst part? They don’t just snatch shiny trinkets. They grab people."
She leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial hush. "When they take you, they don’t just eat you outright. Oh no. First, they fly high. Real high. Then they drop you. For fun. They like the sound—your screams, the way you flail on the way down. The ground does their dirty work. Sends a message, loud and clear, to the rest of us ground-crawlers."
...
Turning back to the group, she carried on without missing a beat. "Now, back to the terror folk. Used to have magic—rituals to shift shapes, walk among us as lizardfolk or soar like pteranodons. That’s all gone now, lost to time. Not that it makes them any less dangerous."
She stepped closer, her tone low and grim. "If you’re in the jungle and hear wings flappin’? Run. Fast. ‘Cause if they grab you, it’s a long way down. And if the fall doesn’t finish you? Well, let’s just say you’ll wish it had."
Petor nods along with K'lahu's exortation. "Alright, you've convinced me not to try to run into one of these things. Can you tell us how common these creatures are in the jungles? Just because we're somewhere foreign doesn't mean monsters are more common. For all we know, we could be less likely to see a pterafolk than to see a dragon!" Petor lightly prods at K'lahu's story, despite knowing the severity of the matter she speaks of. He is both trying to reassure himself and the group, as well as to pressure K'Lahu to keep talking, hoping for some more information beyond horror stories.
Cleggor says “Let’s leave K’lahu to his business, c’mon everyone. We’ve got equipment to buy and things to do! Come with us Taban, I know that ye can pack quite a wallop, I’ve been on the receiving end of it. Let’s go everyone!”
Despite Thyxius' creeping dread of the pterafolk, Cleggor's enthusiasm makes him give a smile. "Indeed. We'll deal with any 'terror-folk' when the time comes, but for now we have a dinosaur to buy." His tail flicks with obvious excitement as he heads for the exit.
"Alright, let me tell you about the pterafolk," she said, her voice like gravel scraping steel. "Or as we call 'em, 'terror folk.' Big bastards—ten feet tall when they bother to stand straight. Wings so wide they blot out the sun, twenty feet easy. Faces only a mother could love—sharp teeth, long claws, and a temper worse than a cornered raptor. But the worst part? They don’t just snatch shiny trinkets. They grab people."
She leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial hush. "When they take you, they don’t just eat you outright. Oh no. First, they fly high. Real high. Then they drop you. For fun. They like the sound—your screams, the way you flail on the way down. The ground does their dirty work. Sends a message, loud and clear, to the rest of us ground-crawlers."
...
Turning back to the group, she carried on without missing a beat. "Now, back to the terror folk. Used to have magic—rituals to shift shapes, walk among us as lizardfolk or soar like pteranodons. That’s all gone now, lost to time. Not that it makes them any less dangerous."
She stepped closer, her tone low and grim. "If you’re in the jungle and hear wings flappin’? Run. Fast. ‘Cause if they grab you, it’s a long way down. And if the fall doesn’t finish you? Well, let’s just say you’ll wish it had."
Petor nods along with K'lahu's exortation. "Alright, you've convinced me not to try to run into one of these things. Can you tell us how common these creatures are in the jungles? Just because we're somewhere foreign doesn't mean monsters are more common. For all we know, we could be less likely to see a pterafolk than to see a dragon!" Petor lightly prods at K'lahu's story, despite knowing the severity of the matter she speaks of. He is both trying to reassure himself and the group, as well as to pressure K'Lahu to keep talking, hoping for some more information beyond horror stories.
K’lahu waves a hand dismissively, mandibles clicking in amusement. “They nest in places like the Firefinger—tall spires, hard to reach. If you don’t want to run into them, just stay away from there.” She pauses, tilting her head slightly. “Of course, that doesn’t mean you won’t see them. They patrol the skies, always hunting. The jungle is theirs as much as it is anyone’s. They’re not rare, just… territorial.”
She gives a final glance at the group, then steps back, and goes her own way.
Taban looks over the group once more “Very well. Let me know whenever you need me,” he says, rolling his shoulder with a wince. “Like I said, I’d like to repay you for your troubles… and maybe I can still learn a thing or two from you.”
With that, he gives a small nod and steps back, carefully lowering himself onto a nearby crate. He exhales, inspecting his bandages before beginning the slow, steady process of tending to his wounds once again.
Cleggor nods to Taban, walking with the group back to where they could find supplies… and a dinosaur. “Let’s purchase the last of our items and head out into it, I’m looking forward to finding the source of this curse and ending it.. c’mon now fellas, let’s go.”
Ooc: Yes I think so, so -50 gp each. And I think we decided on the first guide on the list (wanted us to get back a mask from the pterafolk), unless what K'lahu said makes us want to avoid that.
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"Thank you for the work." Lucian says "Well. Gang. We should be getting back for our primary plan."
D&D since 1984
(50gp each)
Thyxius counts out his coins with barely restrained excitement. "We could afford an...ankley-lo-saurus with this," he remarks, wanting one of the creatures just for the sake of it really, "T-to help carry things, I mean! They're the big armored ones. And just imagine riding it into battle!"
((From Beasts for Sale table on pg 3, cost 250 gp))
Speaking to K’Lahu:
”Don’t forget you agreed to tell us about the Pterafolk as part of the deal.”
I get close to her while we do this and attempt to pickpocket Taban’s coin purse off her while she is distracted in telling the story.
I use elementalism to beckon air to create a strong gust of air while I do it to further distract from my actions (let me know if this affects my roll at all).
Sleight of hand: 15+1 guidance = 16.
"Alright, let me tell you about the pterafolk," she said, her voice like gravel scraping steel. "Or as we call 'em, 'terror folk.' Big bastards—ten feet tall when they bother to stand straight. Wings so wide they blot out the sun, twenty feet easy. Faces only a mother could love—sharp teeth, long claws, and a temper worse than a cornered raptor. But the worst part? They don’t just snatch shiny trinkets. They grab people."
She leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial hush. "When they take you, they don’t just eat you outright. Oh no. First, they fly high. Real high. Then they drop you. For fun. They like the sound—your screams, the way you flail on the way down. The ground does their dirty work. Sends a message, loud and clear, to the rest of us ground-crawlers."
Her sharp gaze swept the room, finally landing on Rhys, whose lips were moving in a quiet murmur. She narrowed her eyes. "Oi! You workin’ a spell there, or just talkin’ to yourself? Speak up or knock it off. That mumblin’s gettin’ on my nerves."
Perception: Nat 20
Her attention returned, though not for long. Rhys’ hand was sneaking toward her belt. Without breaking stride, she snatched his wrist, her grip iron-tight, lifting his hand for all to see.
"Well, well," she said, her grin sharp and amused. "What’ve we got here? Tryin’ to lighten my purse? Or just testin’ your luck?"
She gave his wrist a little tug, enough to make him squirm. "First rule of thievin’, kid: know who you’re stealin’ from. Some folks use knives, others curses that'll turn your guts to soup. Me? Let’s just say this purse’s got more than one set of eyes on it. Clear?"
She released him with a push, shaking her head with a chuckle. "Nice try, but next time? Think twice."
Turning back to the group, she carried on without missing a beat. "Now, back to the terror folk. Used to have magic—rituals to shift shapes, walk among us as lizardfolk or soar like pteranodons. That’s all gone now, lost to time. Not that it makes them any less dangerous."
She stepped closer, her tone low and grim. "If you’re in the jungle and hear wings flappin’? Run. Fast. ‘Cause if they grab you, it’s a long way down. And if the fall doesn’t finish you? Well, let’s just say you’ll wish it had."
As I am pushed back, I fall to the ground, prone on my back. Lifting my head slightly, I give a curt nod while cradling my injured wrist in my other hand. Lords above she has a strong grip! Far stronger than I could've expected from one her size and age, I think to myself. Fear is still coursing through my body as her eyes bore into mine, awaiting the retribution I was sure to come.
"Nice try, but next time? Think twice." I hear her say and a breath slowly escapes my lungs. Phew, that could've been the end of me. Her attention returns back to the group and I cautiously stand and move to the back of my companions, no longer able to look upon her, afraid of invoking some form of retaliation.
“Hmm, pterafolk, eh? Well duly noted. Never heard onea them fellas. There’s a sayin, ifn you hear hooves clompin, think horses, not zebras. Or here maybe seems to be ifn you here wings flappin, it ain’t no owl or eagle, but one of these pterafolk, eh? Good ta know…”. Cleggor turns to Thyxius and says “An ankylosaurus sounds great, if we can find one ta buy, I’d be all for that. Everyone else agree? Which way?”
Thyxius listens to K'lahu's tale closely, growing steadily more unnerved by the moment. They can't really be that horrible, right?
Insight on K'lahu's story of the pterafolk: 21
As K’lahu spoke, her sharp voice carried the weight of someone who’d seen or heard too much to dismiss. Her crooked grin and dramatic tone gave the impression of a practiced storyteller, but there was something in her eyes—a flicker of shadow when she described the terror folk’s cruelty, the swooping and the fatal drop—that hinted at truth.
to Thyxius it was clear: this wasn’t just a tale. K’lahu believed every word she was saying. Whether she’d seen the creatures herself or heard the story from someone who had, the fear in her voice was real.
Petor nods along with K'lahu's exortation. "Alright, you've convinced me not to try to run into one of these things. Can you tell us how common these creatures are in the jungles? Just because we're somewhere foreign doesn't mean monsters are more common. For all we know, we could be less likely to see a pterafolk than to see a dragon!" Petor lightly prods at K'lahu's story, despite knowing the severity of the matter she speaks of. He is both trying to reassure himself and the group, as well as to pressure K'Lahu to keep talking, hoping for some more information beyond horror stories.
Cleggor says “Let’s leave K’lahu to his business, c’mon everyone. We’ve got equipment to buy and things to do! Come with us Taban, I know that ye can pack quite a wallop, I’ve been on the receiving end of it. Let’s go everyone!”
Despite Thyxius' creeping dread of the pterafolk, Cleggor's enthusiasm makes him give a smile. "Indeed. We'll deal with any 'terror-folk' when the time comes, but for now we have a dinosaur to buy." His tail flicks with obvious excitement as he heads for the exit.
K’lahu waves a hand dismissively, mandibles clicking in amusement. “They nest in places like the Firefinger—tall spires, hard to reach. If you don’t want to run into them, just stay away from there.” She pauses, tilting her head slightly. “Of course, that doesn’t mean you won’t see them. They patrol the skies, always hunting. The jungle is theirs as much as it is anyone’s. They’re not rare, just… territorial.”
She gives a final glance at the group, then steps back, and goes her own way.
Taban looks over the group once more “Very well. Let me know whenever you need me,” he says, rolling his shoulder with a wince. “Like I said, I’d like to repay you for your troubles… and maybe I can still learn a thing or two from you.”
With that, he gives a small nod and steps back, carefully lowering himself onto a nearby crate. He exhales, inspecting his bandages before beginning the slow, steady process of tending to his wounds once again.
"We should be getting back now." Lucian says
D&D since 1984
Cleggor nods to Taban, walking with the group back to where they could find supplies… and a dinosaur. “Let’s purchase the last of our items and head out into it, I’m looking forward to finding the source of this curse and ending it.. c’mon now fellas, let’s go.”
You can follow the instructions to locate dinosaur sellers effortlessly, selecting one from the previously provided list at the given rate.
The weather shifts from a bright, sunny day to a cloudy afternoon, with a light drizzle falling steadily, showing no signs of stopping.
Are you ready to venture into the jungle, or is there something else you'd like to do first?
Ready to venture.
D&D since 1984
OOC: 2 things.
1. Did we get the ankylosaurus? (Link to list/prices)
2. Did we decide on a guide
Ooc: Yes I think so, so -50 gp each. And I think we decided on the first guide on the list (wanted us to get back a mask from the pterafolk), unless what K'lahu said makes us want to avoid that.