For the first few moments, Meera is less focused on the minotaur and more focused on the new Gertrude. "Four. That brings it up to four. How many Gertrudes are there, exactly?" Then she introduces herself to the new arrival. "I'm Meera, a professor at the College of Archaelogy and Anthropology, I look forward to working with you. Misha, he's a minotaur and I doubt that he appreciates you talking about him like that. You'll have to pardon Misha, she doesn't spend much time on Toril gets excited when she sees something new."
The minotaur surveys the room with a general lacj of opinion. Three comrades, potentially capable, but not seemingly in the same fashion. Fingers on his guantleted left hand seemed to shift and twitch involuntarily while his bare right hand rested on the hilt of a large sword hung at his side. A patchwork of armor that could kindly be called "scavenged" adorned his body while stray pouches hung from his waist or were strapped to his amalgamation of armor.
Misha's intrusion did little to frustrate Aphos. Instead, it only made him curious, if a bit apprehensive, in return. When were investigation brought her square in front of him, a naked hand clapped her shoulder while a mailed finger touched her forehead, "I should say the same for you, small one." Aphos' voice was a rumbling base, but carried a scholarly wisdom, "If you think I am a sight, be glad my captain didn't come as requested. Did I hear someone mention Acheron a moment ago? My elders speak of it as punishment and paradise in one. Such a strange idea."
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Lady Silvane coughs gently, then more deeply and Gertrude rushes to her side, but is waved off. Her voice is weaker and drier somehow and her breathing is ragged. "Right... well. If there's nothing else. I grow weary and still must be present to complete the teleportation ritual. Gertrude... my cane."
Lady Silvane stands as the young gnome hands her her cane. As the blankets fall to the ground you see that she's still entirely covered, thick gloves over her hands and long flowing robes that just reach the floor. She walks past you all and starts to head down the stairs, Gertrude in tow.
Meadows, for his part, has already packed all of Sherri's things into one backpack, and is holding it ready to help her put it on, while a little moon moth flits about inspecting Aphos.
The red headed paladin smiled and was pleasantly surprised to see that Aphos spoke Common, but she gasped loudly at the mention of her homeworld as she happily studied the newcomer.
"You hef heard of my home!" she said excitedly. "Yes, een addition to native Acheronians, ees plane where those souls of those who have died in battle go to fight eternally forever more. For some, could be punishement, ees up to our Lord General Bane. For me, ees paradise! Sound strange, ya? After creation, learned many theengs about homeworld een University, ees very interesting place, much deefrent to other planets i've seen, but we hef been locked in war with Hell since before time began."
Misha catches herself babbling.
"Well." She finishes. "Could talk for much time more, ya?" she laughs. "Gled you are here, you help us with meesion, yes?"
Sherri stayed seated, giving Aphos a nod of recognition and as seeing as their trip was about to start, they would have to get better acquainted when they’ve actually teleported. The bard soon gets up and takes her pack from Meadows, making sure to give him a big hug in appreciation. “Tell mom and dad I’ll be fine and let Cherry know I’ll write to her as much as I can, okay? Thank you, Meadows.”
She then turns to the others. “I suppose we follow them then, yeah?” With a final nod, she follows behind Lady Silvane and Gertrude.
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Aeydof the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm /ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
"I suppose so." Before Meera heads out, she too calls back to Meadows. "Please send my regards to the other Buus as well. Tell them that I'm going to do my best to make sure that their daughter is safe. And if you could, please let Professor Wellbourne know that I'm traveling to Chult to fix his problem, but in the meantime, the college shall have to find someone to teach in my stead."
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Aphos stomps out of the room, idly checking rivets that stud his gauntlet, then pushing down the hilt of his sword to feel for...something. "Chult is a forest, right? Going to be hard collecting materials I need out there. We'll see."
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Misha gathers her things and happily follows everyone out.
Thank you, Lod General, for giving me this opportunity to earn glory and honor in your favor. May your Wisdom guide my mind, and may your Strength guide my hammer.
Meadows nods his agreement to Meera as she walks past. "I will see it done Professor Meera, and gratitude in advance for taking Miss Buu as your charge."
Lady Silvanae and Gertrude lead the party down the same path that Misha climbed before, down the stairwell into a beautifully tiled room with mosaics depicting the a goddess that some of you might recognize as Mystara. The Gertrude that had opened the door is hard at work finishing a chalk drawing of intricate geometric shapes on the solid stone slab that is the floor here and the tiled mosaics on the walls stretch the entire three stories upwards to the sunroof made of hundreds of triangles of brilliant blue-green glass. The center of the chalk drawing is blank, and as the Gertrude working on the drawing finishes she smiles up at you, chalk on her hands and face. "If you'd all just, stand right here." She indicates the center of the circle as she, too, vanishes.
Lady Silvanae nods and the remaining Gertrude walks purposefully over to the opposite end of the circle. "Gertrude and I will issue the command when the four of you are ready."
Heraldine flaps her wings frantically and circles Sherri, bobbing up and down and weaving around her as the party walks to the center of the circle.
Meera smiles a little bit upon seeing the Gertrude vanish in the circle. "Goodbye." Once she moves to the center of the circle, she takes Sherri's hand and gives it a small squeeze to let the girl know that she's looking out for her.
Sherri’s hand had been holding the straps of her backpack tightly until they made it to the circle, the bards hands falling to her sides as her stomach churned. Why am I so nervous? When Heraldine started fluttering about, Sherri extended her hand outward to allow the moth a perch. Before she speaks, she looks over to Meera with a small smile as if to say thank you before she turned back to speak to the familiar.
“Do you want to come with us?”
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Aeydof the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm /ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
Heraldine gently flutters and lands on Sherri's hand, latching onto her ring finger. She flaps her wings gently and tickles the back of Sherri's hand as she folds her wings flat and crawls up and into Sherri's sleeve.
Lady Silvanae wavers a little, but manages to lower herself to a seated position, placing her hands in two hexagons at the edge of the teleportation circle. Gertrude looks a bit concerned, but Lady Silvanae waves at her and says, "I'm fine." she weezes, "set your worry aside and prepare your mind for the ritual." Lady Silvanae removes her thick gloves and you see that the skin on her fingers is stretched taut and you see red lines where her skin has cracked and barely healed over, and there's an open wound on the middle finger of her left hand where it is missing from the last knuckle down. She presses her palms in the hexagons again. "Best of luck in your travels. The fate of many may hinge on what you discover. By your leave, friends." She says awaiting your confirmation that you are ready to go.
Aphos enters the room and pulls a small notebook from a pocket with a strange looking metal quill. He scratches "Teleportation - Syndra Silvanae" before returning the book and quill and stepping into the circle. Uncertain of what lies on the other side, he draws his great blade and rests it on his left shoulder. A strange, clear channel runs along the fuller and a gray liquid fills the third of the channel closest to the hilt. Before fading away, a pair of arms spring from a vambrace on his right arm with a line strung between their ends and drawn by a metal notch resting near his elbow.
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Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Sherri gives Hearldine a soft smile as she sees the little moth crawl it's way up her sleeve before looking over to Lady Silvane, a worried look passing over her features seeing the woman’s hands. If we manage this we’d be saving a lot of lives, Sherri told herself, nodding over to Syndra. “Ready.”
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Aeydof the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm /ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
Gertrude and Syndra place their hands on opposite edges of the teleportation circle and begin their incantations. There's not as much spectacle as any of you would have imagined there being with a spell of such power, no swirling lights or gusts of wind, just an odd feeling in the pit of your stomach, then a sense of weightlessness, although your feet are still firmly planted on the ground. You close your eyes to blink, and when you open them...
Dornos splashes into a shallow pool as Musharib shoves his face down into it and gives him a good shake laughing raucously. "Bwah haha m'boy, that was some good fun. Not sure we'll be welcome back at the Thundering Lizard anytime soon, but bwahaha what a laugh. Ne'er seen that Kobold's one good eye so wide." He splashes Dornos's face in the pool one more time for good measure, then pulls the triton to check him for signs of life. Musharib suddenly drops his friend and the now waking Dornos lands with a hard thud.
"Oy, who the hell are ye? T'weren't there earlier, less the Thunderblood's gone t'me 'ead as well. An' the hell is that? Some kinda... cow man ye brought with? Interestin' choice o'pet!" Musharib, is a thick well muscled albino dwarf and stands over a hungover looking triton, staring at the Meera, Sherri, Misha, but mostly Aphos. He's all smiles, as he walks closer and his breath reeks with the sharp scent of alcohol.
With the exception of Dornos, who is prone, you are all standing in a large clearing under the blazing sun. To the south is a thick and overgrown jungle, but you see that it has been cleared and razed for the about 10 miles away the city walls. A little ways to the east you see a road that leads north to some small buildings that butt up against the larger walls of a tropical city . The familiar sounds of a harbor — creaking ropes, slapping waves, heavy barrels rolling across cobblestones — mingle with voices shouting and cursing in an unfamiliar language filled with clicks, inhalations, and singsongy words that make it sound almost musical. The air is filled with aroma of unfamiliar spices and tropical fruit and is so thick with humidity that it takes some of you a minute to catch your breath as you adjust. Those of you who are unused to the climate start to sweat profusely.
Even from the outskirts of town you can see that Port Nyanzaru is 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 flutter atop the city walls.
Meera feels slightly disoriented as she arrives in Port Nyanzaru. She uses Misha as a support for a moment and readjusts her glasses as she speaks to the gnome. "Good afternoon. My name is Meera, I'm a professor from the College of Archaeology and Anthropology at Balder's Gate. We've been sent by Lady Syndra to find the source of the Death Curse and put an end to it. Could you tell us where we could find supplies for our trip and maybe a guide?"
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Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
Musharib stops staring at Aphos long enough to give Meera a bewildered look of his own, "Meera? College a'wotnow...? Baldur's Gate... think I mighta heard tell... Lady o' Cinders...?"
He shakes his head to clear it. "What're ye on about? Ah the Death Curse, I heard o'it, not interested me own self, but as to guides may hap and arrangement can be... arranged? Name's Musharib, an' this be..." He starts to extend his hand in greeting but suddenly remembers his hung over friend and runs over to help him up. It's a silly sight, the dwarf propping up a blue skinned triton who hangs over his shoulder limp. Musharib manipulate's Dornos's hand so that anyone who'd like to can shake it. "This be Dornos."
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For the first few moments, Meera is less focused on the minotaur and more focused on the new Gertrude. "Four. That brings it up to four. How many Gertrudes are there, exactly?" Then she introduces herself to the new arrival. "I'm Meera, a professor at the College of Archaelogy and Anthropology, I look forward to working with you. Misha, he's a minotaur and I doubt that he appreciates you talking about him like that. You'll have to pardon Misha, she doesn't spend much time on Toril gets excited when she sees something new."
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The minotaur surveys the room with a general lacj of opinion. Three comrades, potentially capable, but not seemingly in the same fashion. Fingers on his guantleted left hand seemed to shift and twitch involuntarily while his bare right hand rested on the hilt of a large sword hung at his side. A patchwork of armor that could kindly be called "scavenged" adorned his body while stray pouches hung from his waist or were strapped to his amalgamation of armor.
Misha's intrusion did little to frustrate Aphos. Instead, it only made him curious, if a bit apprehensive, in return. When were investigation brought her square in front of him, a naked hand clapped her shoulder while a mailed finger touched her forehead, "I should say the same for you, small one." Aphos' voice was a rumbling base, but carried a scholarly wisdom, "If you think I am a sight, be glad my captain didn't come as requested. Did I hear someone mention Acheron a moment ago? My elders speak of it as punishment and paradise in one. Such a strange idea."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Lady Silvane coughs gently, then more deeply and Gertrude rushes to her side, but is waved off. Her voice is weaker and drier somehow and her breathing is ragged. "Right... well. If there's nothing else. I grow weary and still must be present to complete the teleportation ritual. Gertrude... my cane."
Lady Silvane stands as the young gnome hands her her cane. As the blankets fall to the ground you see that she's still entirely covered, thick gloves over her hands and long flowing robes that just reach the floor. She walks past you all and starts to head down the stairs, Gertrude in tow.
Meadows, for his part, has already packed all of Sherri's things into one backpack, and is holding it ready to help her put it on, while a little moon moth flits about inspecting Aphos.
~♡~
The red headed paladin smiled and was pleasantly surprised to see that Aphos spoke Common, but she gasped loudly at the mention of her homeworld as she happily studied the newcomer.
"You hef heard of my home!" she said excitedly. "Yes, een addition to native Acheronians, ees plane where those souls of those who have died in battle go to fight eternally forever more. For some, could be punishement, ees up to our Lord General Bane. For me, ees paradise! Sound strange, ya? After creation, learned many theengs about homeworld een University, ees very interesting place, much deefrent to other planets i've seen, but we hef been locked in war with Hell since before time began."
Misha catches herself babbling.
"Well." She finishes. "Could talk for much time more, ya?" she laughs. "Gled you are here, you help us with meesion, yes?"
"Ah!" Misha says, "Time to go?"
Sherri stayed seated, giving Aphos a nod of recognition and as seeing as their trip was about to start, they would have to get better acquainted when they’ve actually teleported. The bard soon gets up and takes her pack from Meadows, making sure to give him a big hug in appreciation. “Tell mom and dad I’ll be fine and let Cherry know I’ll write to her as much as I can, okay? Thank you, Meadows.”
She then turns to the others. “I suppose we follow them then, yeah?” With a final nod, she follows behind Lady Silvane and Gertrude.
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
"I suppose so." Before Meera heads out, she too calls back to Meadows. "Please send my regards to the other Buus as well. Tell them that I'm going to do my best to make sure that their daughter is safe. And if you could, please let Professor Wellbourne know that I'm traveling to Chult to fix his problem, but in the meantime, the college shall have to find someone to teach in my stead."
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Aphos stomps out of the room, idly checking rivets that stud his gauntlet, then pushing down the hilt of his sword to feel for...something. "Chult is a forest, right? Going to be hard collecting materials I need out there. We'll see."
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Misha gathers her things and happily follows everyone out.
Thank you, Lod General, for giving me this opportunity to earn glory and honor in your favor. May your Wisdom guide my mind, and may your Strength guide my hammer.
I am, and forever will be, yours to command.
Meadows nods his agreement to Meera as she walks past. "I will see it done Professor Meera, and gratitude in advance for taking Miss Buu as your charge."
Lady Silvanae and Gertrude lead the party down the same path that Misha climbed before, down the stairwell into a beautifully tiled room with mosaics depicting the a goddess that some of you might recognize as Mystara. The Gertrude that had opened the door is hard at work finishing a chalk drawing of intricate geometric shapes on the solid stone slab that is the floor here and the tiled mosaics on the walls stretch the entire three stories upwards to the sunroof made of hundreds of triangles of brilliant blue-green glass. The center of the chalk drawing is blank, and as the Gertrude working on the drawing finishes she smiles up at you, chalk on her hands and face. "If you'd all just, stand right here." She indicates the center of the circle as she, too, vanishes.
Lady Silvanae nods and the remaining Gertrude walks purposefully over to the opposite end of the circle. "Gertrude and I will issue the command when the four of you are ready."
Heraldine flaps her wings frantically and circles Sherri, bobbing up and down and weaving around her as the party walks to the center of the circle.
~♡~
Meera smiles a little bit upon seeing the Gertrude vanish in the circle. "Goodbye." Once she moves to the center of the circle, she takes Sherri's hand and gives it a small squeeze to let the girl know that she's looking out for her.
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Sherri’s hand had been holding the straps of her backpack tightly until they made it to the circle, the bards hands falling to her sides as her stomach churned. Why am I so nervous? When Heraldine started fluttering about, Sherri extended her hand outward to allow the moth a perch. Before she speaks, she looks over to Meera with a small smile as if to say thank you before she turned back to speak to the familiar.
“Do you want to come with us?”
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
Heraldine gently flutters and lands on Sherri's hand, latching onto her ring finger. She flaps her wings gently and tickles the back of Sherri's hand as she folds her wings flat and crawls up and into Sherri's sleeve.
Lady Silvanae wavers a little, but manages to lower herself to a seated position, placing her hands in two hexagons at the edge of the teleportation circle. Gertrude looks a bit concerned, but Lady Silvanae waves at her and says, "I'm fine." she weezes, "set your worry aside and prepare your mind for the ritual." Lady Silvanae removes her thick gloves and you see that the skin on her fingers is stretched taut and you see red lines where her skin has cracked and barely healed over, and there's an open wound on the middle finger of her left hand where it is missing from the last knuckle down. She presses her palms in the hexagons again. "Best of luck in your travels. The fate of many may hinge on what you discover. By your leave, friends." She says awaiting your confirmation that you are ready to go.
~♡~
Aphos enters the room and pulls a small notebook from a pocket with a strange looking metal quill. He scratches "Teleportation - Syndra Silvanae" before returning the book and quill and stepping into the circle. Uncertain of what lies on the other side, he draws his great blade and rests it on his left shoulder. A strange, clear channel runs along the fuller and a gray liquid fills the third of the channel closest to the hilt. Before fading away, a pair of arms spring from a vambrace on his right arm with a line strung between their ends and drawn by a metal notch resting near his elbow.
Characters:
Grishkar Darkmoor, Necromancer of Nerull the Despiser
Kelvin Rabbitfoot, Diviner, con artist, always hunting for a good sale
Bründir Halfshield, Valor Bard, three-time Sheercleft Drinking Competition Champion, Hometown hero
Meera gives a thumbs up to Syndra.
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Sherri gives Hearldine a soft smile as she sees the little moth crawl it's way up her sleeve before looking over to Lady Silvane, a worried look passing over her features seeing the woman’s hands. If we manage this we’d be saving a lot of lives, Sherri told herself, nodding over to Syndra. “Ready.”
Aeyd of the Dragons || Wood Elf / Way of the Ascendant Dragon Monk
Demetrios Zalaoras || Protector Aasimar / Paladin of Torm
Hawke || Kalashtar / Circle of the Moon Druid
Morticia || Half-Aasimar Rogue
Yvan || Goliath / Path of the Wild Soul Barbarian | Paladin of Helm
/ᐠ。ꞈ。ᐟ\
Misha steps up with the others and gives a curt nod, indicating she too is ready.
Gertrude and Syndra place their hands on opposite edges of the teleportation circle and begin their incantations. There's not as much spectacle as any of you would have imagined there being with a spell of such power, no swirling lights or gusts of wind, just an odd feeling in the pit of your stomach, then a sense of weightlessness, although your feet are still firmly planted on the ground. You close your eyes to blink, and when you open them...
Dornos splashes into a shallow pool as Musharib shoves his face down into it and gives him a good shake laughing raucously. "Bwah haha m'boy, that was some good fun. Not sure we'll be welcome back at the Thundering Lizard anytime soon, but bwahaha what a laugh. Ne'er seen that Kobold's one good eye so wide." He splashes Dornos's face in the pool one more time for good measure, then pulls the triton to check him for signs of life. Musharib suddenly drops his friend and the now waking Dornos lands with a hard thud.
"Oy, who the hell are ye? T'weren't there earlier, less the Thunderblood's gone t'me 'ead as well. An' the hell is that? Some kinda... cow man ye brought with? Interestin' choice o'pet!" Musharib, is a thick well muscled albino dwarf and stands over a hungover looking triton, staring at the Meera, Sherri, Misha, but mostly Aphos. He's all smiles, as he walks closer and his breath reeks with the sharp scent of alcohol.
With the exception of Dornos, who is prone, you are all standing in a large clearing under the blazing sun. To the south is a thick and overgrown jungle, but you see that it has been cleared and razed for the about 10 miles away the city walls. A little ways to the east you see a road that leads north to some small buildings that butt up against the larger walls of a tropical city . The familiar sounds of a harbor — creaking ropes, slapping waves, heavy barrels rolling across cobblestones — mingle with voices shouting and cursing in an unfamiliar language filled with clicks, inhalations, and singsongy words that make it sound almost musical. The air is filled with aroma of unfamiliar spices and tropical fruit and is so thick with humidity that it takes some of you a minute to catch your breath as you adjust. Those of you who are unused to the climate start to sweat profusely.
Even from the outskirts of town you can see that Port Nyanzaru is 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 flutter atop the city walls.
~♡~
Meera feels slightly disoriented as she arrives in Port Nyanzaru. She uses Misha as a support for a moment and readjusts her glasses as she speaks to the gnome. "Good afternoon. My name is Meera, I'm a professor from the College of Archaeology and Anthropology at Balder's Gate. We've been sent by Lady Syndra to find the source of the Death Curse and put an end to it. Could you tell us where we could find supplies for our trip and maybe a guide?"
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Musharib stops staring at Aphos long enough to give Meera a bewildered look of his own, "Meera? College a'wotnow...? Baldur's Gate... think I mighta heard tell... Lady o' Cinders...?"
He shakes his head to clear it. "What're ye on about? Ah the Death Curse, I heard o'it, not interested me own self, but as to guides may hap and arrangement can be... arranged? Name's Musharib, an' this be..." He starts to extend his hand in greeting but suddenly remembers his hung over friend and runs over to help him up. It's a silly sight, the dwarf propping up a blue skinned triton who hangs over his shoulder limp. Musharib manipulate's Dornos's hand so that anyone who'd like to can shake it. "This be Dornos."
~♡~