Maive's wearing a green cloak, and has black hair with sideburns and a small goatee. He stares up at the elephant casually and says "You took your time."
Walking alongside the elephant, is Orisdram Grimbeard. The dwarf has a bright orange beard that is braided so the sides meet in the middle. His hair is noticeably graying, hinting at his age. You notice he is cautiously focused on the strides of the beast as to not get stepped on. Changing his attention to three companions awaiting at the gate, he gives a welcoming wave, "Greetings lads and lady".
*Looking back at the elephant*
"I should have suspected ol' Gundred had something bizarre up his sleeve when he asked me this favor."
Umbutu bows to the three adventurers who are to be his traveling companions on the road ahead. "Well met, friends. I am Umbutu, and this is Indlovu the Philosopher. Indlovu is the wisest creature in Faerun, for he claims no wisdom."
Umbutu is a short man dressed in leathers and a stained traveler's cloak. His skin is bronzed by years of life beneath the Calimshan sun, his head is shaved, and he has a thick black beard. A longbow is slung across his back, and a scimitar hangs from his belt.
Ivolyn’s eyes widen and her mouth gapes the moment she spies the elephant plodding it’s way toward them. Her astonishment transforms her youthful expression into an almost child-like joy. A whisp of a young woman, Ivolyn’s pale face is framed by dark hair making her skin almost translucent. Her loose layers of dress, robe, and sashes are all in the same dingy beige and tan colors of clothes found in the second hand textile shops.
“I had no idea we would be traveling via safari. What a treat!”
“It is a pleasure to meet you, Umbutu...and your large and wise friend. I am Ivolyn Brün.” The human woman introduces herself with a smile and nod of the head. “I have so many questions- what does he eat?” Ivolyn presses her lips together as if to swallow additional questions that have bubbled to the surface.
Umbutu smiles, pleased that someone has taken an interest in Indlovu. "Indlovu eats bark, grass, leaves, and whatever else he can get his trunk on. He is especially determined to consume my boots." He says, patting Indlovu on the trunk and making sure that the various sacks of provisions are securely fastened to his back.
Ivolyn watches with fascination at the ease in which Umbutu interacts with the giant beast. “I’ve read about elephants. They are usually born wild, are they not? How did you come to meet Ind-lo-vu?” Ivolyn struggles with the pronunciation and tries a second time. “Indlovu.”
Ivolyn looks toward the dwarf to catch his eye. With a slight smile and shrug of one shoulder she seems to be expressing, *Can you believe this?*
(OOC: Fun fact, Indlovu is the Zulu word for elephant. :) )
"I rescued Indlovu from a traveling circus several years ago" Umbutu replies, running his hand over the elephant's scarred head. "In order to make him perform tricks they would beat him. A waste of time, of course. They could have just asked him." He tosses Ivolyn a sack. "Indlovu grows hungry. Would you care to feed him?"
When Grimbeard eyes catch Ivolyn's, he gives an awkward smile, in attempts to hide the fact that the elephant makes him nervous. Part of him is relieved that he was not asked to feed Indlovu.
“Oh, that is terrible,” Ivolyn responds to the elephant’s prior living arrangement. The more she studies the animal, the more jagged scars she finds. Some large and obvious; others small. The site of them dissipates her light-hearted mood to be replaced by something more somber.
The sack of feed landing in her unexpecting arms, the invitation to get closer to the animal, and most of all, Umbutu’s friendly demeanor quickly thwarts her sadness for the animal and the disgust that some beings could be so cruel.
She looks in the sack.
“Is there a trick to it? Like holding your hand flat to feed a horse?” Ivolyn pulls out a handful of feedstuff from the sack and looks at Umbutu for advice. She is still standing some paces away from the beast’s mouth, however is unwittingly close to the grasping trunk.
Loskan, tall and muscular dragonborn with greyish green skin, clad in immaculate with medals and accolades proudly on display stood at ease by his travelling companions. Carefully filling his pipe with tobacco and lighting it, he watches the exchange with interest before saying " Well meet lads and Indlovu, is this everyone?" as he eyes the elephant and the rest of the group. His shield rests against him, a full length tower shield with a regimental crest upon it depicting a tower being stuck by lightening.
Umbutu laughs a deep, rich laugh. "Give Indlovu his food and he will take care of the rest." As Ivolyn feeds "The Philosopher," he inquires, "And if I may ask, how did you meet Gundren?"
He turns to the dragonborn when the solemn warrior speaks for the first time. "Well met, friend. A finer band of adventurers I have not seen in many years."
Lorskan smiles slightly at Maives words, grabs his shield and holds out his hand to Umbutu "The lad has a point, we should press on a little before night fall, What are your skill sets? ". on considering Umbutus words Lorskan adds " I meet Gundren through my friend Sildar, I was in Neverwinter and he mentioned this job while we were having drinks. Just like old times, he runs ahead and then I have to catch up, how about you?"
"Indlovu tried to eat Gundren's boots while they were still on his person." Umbutu says solemnly as he prepares to depart. He whispers something in Indlovu's ear and the elephant nods his head in compliance. Umbutu bows to Ivolyn with a half-smile. "Indlovu says he would be honored if you would care to ride on his back."
Right on cue the elephant reaches with its trunk toward the bundle in Ivolyn’s hand, grasps it with prehensile adeptness and brings it to his mouth. The unexpected action brings a muffled squeal and a burst of laughter from the young women.
Ivolyn assesses the group and nods to Loskan. “I do believe you are correct. This looks like the group Grundren mentioned. Except he certainly didn’t say anything about an elephant to me either,” she gives Grimbeard a look that speaks of possible shared experience on this point.
At Maive’s motion to start down the road toward Phandelin, Ivolyn nods her consent ands falls into step next to Umbutu and Grimbeard.
“I was working for an arcane archeologist, Master Huttoni, for a few months here in town,” the young woman absently rubs a a deep violet crystal pendant hanging from a leather thong about her neck as she answers Umbutu. “Luckily, just as that work was winding down, Master Huttoni introduced me to Grundren who was looking for help. Supposedly, he has found something, but was all hush, hush about it to Huttoni, and wanted someone experienced in cataloguing findings. Because Grundren needed to hurry ahead, and I needed to finish a last bit of transcription for Huttoni, I am going with you all instead.”
“That is so kind of you, Indlovu. Thank you for the offer.” It takes the women a moment or two of precarious scrambling, but she eventually realizes the Philosopher’s trunk makes a sturdy assistant for the ascent. She finds purchase behind his head, her knees tucked just so to keep her balance as the beast rises and begins to plod forward.
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Umbutu walks beside Indlovu, occasionally muttering a word or two to the great beast and receiving a nod or a shake of the head in reply. He keeps his eyes on the road ahead, ever vigilant and wary of danger.
Lorksan settles into a march, checking his pace so that he doesn't get ahead of the others. Pipe in one and and carrying his shield in the other he settles in to taking in the view not willing to admit his sight isn't what it used to be.
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Maive's wearing a green cloak, and has black hair with sideburns and a small goatee. He stares up at the elephant casually and says "You took your time."
Walking alongside the elephant, is Orisdram Grimbeard. The dwarf has a bright orange beard that is braided so the sides meet in the middle. His hair is noticeably graying, hinting at his age. You notice he is cautiously focused on the strides of the beast as to not get stepped on. Changing his attention to three companions awaiting at the gate, he gives a welcoming wave, "Greetings lads and lady".
*Looking back at the elephant*
"I should have suspected ol' Gundred had something bizarre up his sleeve when he asked me this favor."
Umbutu bows to the three adventurers who are to be his traveling companions on the road ahead. "Well met, friends. I am Umbutu, and this is Indlovu the Philosopher. Indlovu is the wisest creature in Faerun, for he claims no wisdom."
Umbutu is a short man dressed in leathers and a stained traveler's cloak. His skin is bronzed by years of life beneath the Calimshan sun, his head is shaved, and he has a thick black beard. A longbow is slung across his back, and a scimitar hangs from his belt.
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Ivolyn’s eyes widen and her mouth gapes the moment she spies the elephant plodding it’s way toward them. Her astonishment transforms her youthful expression into an almost child-like joy. A whisp of a young woman, Ivolyn’s pale face is framed by dark hair making her skin almost translucent. Her loose layers of dress, robe, and sashes are all in the same dingy beige and tan colors of clothes found in the second hand textile shops.
“I had no idea we would be traveling via safari. What a treat!”
Ivolyn Brun, human wizard in Lost Mine of Phandelver
“It is a pleasure to meet you, Umbutu...and your large and wise friend. I am Ivolyn Brün.” The human woman introduces herself with a smile and nod of the head. “I have so many questions- what does he eat?” Ivolyn presses her lips together as if to swallow additional questions that have bubbled to the surface.
Ivolyn Brun, human wizard in Lost Mine of Phandelver
Umbutu smiles, pleased that someone has taken an interest in Indlovu. "Indlovu eats bark, grass, leaves, and whatever else he can get his trunk on. He is especially determined to consume my boots." He says, patting Indlovu on the trunk and making sure that the various sacks of provisions are securely fastened to his back.
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Ivolyn watches with fascination at the ease in which Umbutu interacts with the giant beast. “I’ve read about elephants. They are usually born wild, are they not? How did you come to meet Ind-lo-vu?” Ivolyn struggles with the pronunciation and tries a second time. “Indlovu.”
Ivolyn looks toward the dwarf to catch his eye. With a slight smile and shrug of one shoulder she seems to be expressing, *Can you believe this?*
Ivolyn Brun, human wizard in Lost Mine of Phandelver
(OOC: Fun fact, Indlovu is the Zulu word for elephant. :) )
"I rescued Indlovu from a traveling circus several years ago" Umbutu replies, running his hand over the elephant's scarred head. "In order to make him perform tricks they would beat him. A waste of time, of course. They could have just asked him." He tosses Ivolyn a sack. "Indlovu grows hungry. Would you care to feed him?"
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
When Grimbeard eyes catch Ivolyn's, he gives an awkward smile, in attempts to hide the fact that the elephant makes him nervous. Part of him is relieved that he was not asked to feed Indlovu.
“Oh, that is terrible,” Ivolyn responds to the elephant’s prior living arrangement. The more she studies the animal, the more jagged scars she finds. Some large and obvious; others small. The site of them dissipates her light-hearted mood to be replaced by something more somber.
The sack of feed landing in her unexpecting arms, the invitation to get closer to the animal, and most of all, Umbutu’s friendly demeanor quickly thwarts her sadness for the animal and the disgust that some beings could be so cruel.
She looks in the sack.
“Is there a trick to it? Like holding your hand flat to feed a horse?” Ivolyn pulls out a handful of feedstuff from the sack and looks at Umbutu for advice. She is still standing some paces away from the beast’s mouth, however is unwittingly close to the grasping trunk.
Ivolyn Brun, human wizard in Lost Mine of Phandelver
Loskan, tall and muscular dragonborn with greyish green skin, clad in immaculate with medals and accolades proudly on display stood at ease by his travelling companions. Carefully filling his pipe with tobacco and lighting it, he watches the exchange with interest before saying " Well meet lads and Indlovu, is this everyone?" as he eyes the elephant and the rest of the group. His shield rests against him, a full length tower shield with a regimental crest upon it depicting a tower being stuck by lightening.
Maive yawns loudly. "Probably a good time to head off, no?"
Umbutu laughs a deep, rich laugh. "Give Indlovu his food and he will take care of the rest." As Ivolyn feeds "The Philosopher," he inquires, "And if I may ask, how did you meet Gundren?"
He turns to the dragonborn when the solemn warrior speaks for the first time. "Well met, friend. A finer band of adventurers I have not seen in many years."
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Lorskan smiles slightly at Maives words, grabs his shield and holds out his hand to Umbutu "The lad has a point, we should press on a little before night fall, What are your skill sets? ". on considering Umbutus words Lorskan adds " I meet Gundren through my friend Sildar, I was in Neverwinter and he mentioned this job while we were having drinks. Just like old times, he runs ahead and then I have to catch up, how about you?"
"Indlovu tried to eat Gundren's boots while they were still on his person." Umbutu says solemnly as he prepares to depart. He whispers something in Indlovu's ear and the elephant nods his head in compliance. Umbutu bows to Ivolyn with a half-smile. "Indlovu says he would be honored if you would care to ride on his back."
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Right on cue the elephant reaches with its trunk toward the bundle in Ivolyn’s hand, grasps it with prehensile adeptness and brings it to his mouth. The unexpected action brings a muffled squeal and a burst of laughter from the young women.
Ivolyn assesses the group and nods to Loskan. “I do believe you are correct. This looks like the group Grundren mentioned. Except he certainly didn’t say anything about an elephant to me either,” she gives Grimbeard a look that speaks of possible shared experience on this point.
At Maive’s motion to start down the road toward Phandelin, Ivolyn nods her consent ands falls into step next to Umbutu and Grimbeard.
“I was working for an arcane archeologist, Master Huttoni, for a few months here in town,” the young woman absently rubs a a deep violet crystal pendant hanging from a leather thong about her neck as she answers Umbutu. “Luckily, just as that work was winding down, Master Huttoni introduced me to Grundren who was looking for help. Supposedly, he has found something, but was all hush, hush about it to Huttoni, and wanted someone experienced in cataloguing findings. Because Grundren needed to hurry ahead, and I needed to finish a last bit of transcription for Huttoni, I am going with you all instead.”
Ivolyn Brun, human wizard in Lost Mine of Phandelver
“That is so kind of you, Indlovu. Thank you for the offer.” It takes the women a moment or two of precarious scrambling, but she eventually realizes the Philosopher’s trunk makes a sturdy assistant for the ascent. She finds purchase behind his head, her knees tucked just so to keep her balance as the beast rises and begins to plod forward.
Ivolyn Brun, human wizard in Lost Mine of Phandelver
Umbutu walks beside Indlovu, occasionally muttering a word or two to the great beast and receiving a nod or a shake of the head in reply. He keeps his eyes on the road ahead, ever vigilant and wary of danger.
Perception: 16
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Lorksan settles into a march, checking his pace so that he doesn't get ahead of the others. Pipe in one and and carrying his shield in the other he settles in to taking in the view not willing to admit his sight isn't what it used to be.