Sherri's cheeks flushed pink when Meera attracted her attention from the floor, and only laughed nervously at her words, glad that they had been pulled from the waiting room just in time. Just chill, *****, jeesh-- Oooh, wine!Sherri was quick to pick up a bottle and pour herself a goblet, offering some to the others if they so wished to have a drink. After settling down the bottle, the bard sits herself in a seat and takes a sip. Her ears perk at the whisper as she drinks, but she says nothing in regards to it, finding that it wasn't really her business unless stated other wise.
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\
Lady Silvane speaks and her voice is dry and at times cracks into another octave, She moves very little and it is unsettling to look at her behind her mask and under her piles of clothes and blankets.
"Ahem... pardon the interruption. Well met, Misha. I was not expecting a Paladin of Bane to wish to offer her services, and I must admit I would normally be loathe to allow it, but these are desperate times indeed. Gertrude assures me of your intentions, so I see no reason why we cannot be allies in this." She nods at the paladin.
"Professor Meera, thank you for coming to my manse on such short notice. I apologize that I could not go to request your services myself, I am... not well."
"Miss Buu. I am surprised to see you in your parent's stead, but I see that your mother's familiar is present, so presumably she'll receive my message one way or the other."
She takes a deep, haggard breath.
"Well. Time is of the essence so I will get straight to the point as it were. You've all heard that there is an affliction affecting those who have once died and have for various reasons been risen from the dead. I too, suffer from the affliction known colloquially as the Death Curse. Despite the best efforts of the most practiced doctors, healers, and clerics, I will die of this curse if it is not stopped, and countless others as well."
"From reliable sources, I have determined that the source of the affliction is some sort of device. While I don't know any of the details about the device or its creator, I have good reason to believe that it is located somewhere in the jungles of Chult. I was hoping to assemble a group of adventurers to seek out this device and cease its functioning, that I, and so many others, may continue to live our second chance at life as it were."
At this point she pauses, heaving in gulps of air, with a dry rasping noise. Gertrude moves to approach, but is waved off with a blanket covered hand.
"Well you have my assistance, Lady Silvane. A man that I respect suffers from this affliction and I am not about to let him perish, nor will I allow you to do so now that you have called upon me for help."
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Misha gets serious for a moment and replies with concern in her voice.
"Understand reaction, My Lady, why you might loathe." Misha states, plainly. "Back home on Acheron, ees place where dead souls go to fight eternal battle. This curse ees disruption in way theengs are done on my world, is a threat to my peeple, to my society. I was created to safeguard my realm, and today, yours. I can be powerful ally een solving problem with curse. I hef responsibility to my home, and now..to you. I will not fail."
She gets down on one knee and hangs her head down.
"The Lord Tyrant has Willed me to your service, and has given me an opportunity to bring glory and honor to you, and to my people. It is all I know - all I strive for. I will crush the source and end curse."
Sherri gives a worried glance over to Heraldine who still sat on her shoulder as the Lady spoke, wondering if her mother was actively listening in on them. Her gaze goes downcast, listening to the other women speak, more than ready to assist in the effort which only brought the question up: Was she?"My mother and father will be unable to join in on this journey to Chult," She pipes up finally. "My sister has also succumb to this curse, and they're using everything they have to keep her alive..." She settles down her cup of wine, bowing her head similar to Misha, just not on the ground. "If you'll have me, Lady Silvane, I would like to go in their place instead."
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'm sorry to hear about your sister, Sherri. It sounds like this Death Curse has affected all of us in some way, which makes it all the more urgent that we put an end to it."
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Lady Silvane nods solemnly, "Indeed, the ability to resurrect the fallen has been a great boon to many, and it seems that none of us are safe. You have my gratitude for your earnest support."
"As there isn't time to waste, Gertrude and I have prepared transportation to Chult for you." She pauses a moment, looking over at Gertrude, then continues. "If you have any questions, best to ask them now, once I've sent you to Chult, there won't be any expedient way to return. I'll furnish you with some gold, and whatever supplies I have to provide you, but there are things that you'll need that you can only get from the merchants in Port Nyanzaru."
"I have a few questions. Do you have a map of Chult? What will we need to purchase once we've arrived in Chult? Do you have any contacts in Chult who might be able to provide us with assistance once we've reached the peninsula?"
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Sherri looks up with a soft smile on her face, nodding in affirmation towards Meera’s words before her eyes dart to observe the little gnome woman. She takes notice of the panic on her face and stillness...
Wisdom: 21
And definitely realizes it’s an illusion. The brunettes lips thin as she looks back over to Lady Silvane, wanting to speak up but... It was none of the elves business. For now anyways.
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\
Lady Silvanae nods patiently as Meera asks her questions. "While the Chultan peninsula is ringed with mountains and choked with rainforests that are prowled by enormous reptiles, savage goblins, and an army of undead and mapping it has proved to be nigh impossible. Little is known about the region's current geography beyond a few miles from the coast, but working from dozens of sea charts, log books, and explorer's journals, we've managed to assemble everything known about the current state of Chult into this one map," She nods toward the table in front of you, "A copy of which, Gertrude shall provide you when she returns from completing the teleportation circle." She dismisses the illusory Gertrude with a wave of her hand, the illusion's shocked expression the last piece of it to fade.
"You'll need a steady supply of food, water, and insect repellent while in the jungle, and some method of staying cool in the thick jungle air. People tend to underestimate the change in climate, to their detriment, and the diseases that the insects can deliver to you rival the discomfort and pains of even the most gruesome we have here in Faerun."
"As for contacts, I have the fortune to know Prince Wakanga O'tamu. He is one of the seven merchant princes who rule Port Nyanzaru, which is the only major settlement in Chult. I've been there several times before."
Misha listens carefully to Lady Silvane's words, downing another cup of wine - mentally taking note of things to get, things she had, and things everyone would need.
Truly, a great opportunity to win favor, honor, and glory with Bane was at hand. She smiled to herself, and was very excited.
"Do you not get an opportunity to drink wine much, Misha? I only ask because you've had two glasses and I haven't even had one." She says with a small smile on her face.
"Auch!" Misha grunts to herself, clearly disappointed. "Apologize! My manners run away! Here. Hef glass. Back home on Acheron, not have thees pleasure, thees..wine? Ees very good. Like zee taste." She pours and hands you a glass, with a sparkle in her eye. "Now we do, what is called? Toaster?" she thinks for a moment, then gives up. "My people say za zda-ró-vye!"
She holds up the glass somewhat, and gives you a nod. "To new friends. For honor and glory."
Sherri refrained from making a disgusted face at Lady Silvane's description of Chult, ready to back the **** out of this shit, but her conscious slapped her, told her to grow some cojones, and go. Her sister's life was on the line and she had no reason to be a selfish *****. The bard would manage to survive, just as long as she had these two... "Is it just going to be us three?" She inquires, just before the toast. "Not saying we're incapable, but, this seems to be a big job for just three people." As she waits for a response, Sherri joins in on the toast, picking up her cup with the others, wanting to try her hand at Misha's native tongue. "Za za... Zda-ru--ro vaye?"**** it. "... To new friends!" She says grinning at her embarrassing attempt.
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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\
As Sherri asks if it will just be the three women, a sound of thunderous footsteps rattles the table, and you think you catch the glimpse of Lady Silvanae's eyes smiling if only for a split second. The thunderous footsteps become louder shaking the entire room now, and a dismayed Meadows pushes Sherri's things to make way. Lady Silvanae's eyes open wide as an enormous armorclad minotaur arrives, another Gertrude seated on his shoulder with a no nonsense expression on her face and her arms and legs crossed. The minotaur appears out of breath and leans hard against the door jamb. The new Gertrude slides off of the minotaur's shoulder, and presents him.
"Apologies for our tardiness, Lady Silvanae. This one took his time deciding if he'd assist us."
"Archibald sends his regards, while it seems that his brother had passed years ago, the large man himself suffers the same curse as you."
"This is Aphos and if my lady will excuse me for sharing an opinion; he seems capable enough by my estimation."
Lady Silvanae nods, "Welcome Aphos. And to answer your question Miss Buu, It will only be the four of you for now, but take heart, you may yet find allies at Port Nyanzaru."
Sherri's cheeks flushed pink when Meera attracted her attention from the floor, and only laughed nervously at her words, glad that they had been pulled from the waiting room just in time. Just chill, *****, jeesh-- Oooh, wine! Sherri was quick to pick up a bottle and pour herself a goblet, offering some to the others if they so wished to have a drink. After settling down the bottle, the bard sits herself in a seat and takes a sip. Her ears perk at the whisper as she drinks, but she says nothing in regards to it, finding that it wasn't really her business unless stated other wise.
"Thank you for having us, Lady Silvane."
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\
Perception: 3
Oh! Wine!
Misha observed what everyone was doing. Saw the wine and nothing else, smiled, and after Sherri poured a glass, Misha did so as well. A tall glass.
With a ‘glug glug glug’ noise fairly audibly, she drank the whole glass as if it was water, finishing with a loud “Aaahhhhh.”
”Misha, at your service!” The paladin smiled, setting down the glass. "Wow, was much thirst, sorry!"
Lady Silvane speaks and her voice is dry and at times cracks into another octave, She moves very little and it is unsettling to look at her behind her mask and under her piles of clothes and blankets.
"Ahem... pardon the interruption. Well met, Misha. I was not expecting a Paladin of Bane to wish to offer her services, and I must admit I would normally be loathe to allow it, but these are desperate times indeed. Gertrude assures me of your intentions, so I see no reason why we cannot be allies in this." She nods at the paladin.
"Professor Meera, thank you for coming to my manse on such short notice. I apologize that I could not go to request your services myself, I am... not well."
"Miss Buu. I am surprised to see you in your parent's stead, but I see that your mother's familiar is present, so presumably she'll receive my message one way or the other."
She takes a deep, haggard breath.
"Well. Time is of the essence so I will get straight to the point as it were. You've all heard that there is an affliction affecting those who have once died and have for various reasons been risen from the dead. I too, suffer from the affliction known colloquially as the Death Curse. Despite the best efforts of the most practiced doctors, healers, and clerics, I will die of this curse if it is not stopped, and countless others as well."
"From reliable sources, I have determined that the source of the affliction is some sort of device. While I don't know any of the details about the device or its creator, I have good reason to believe that it is located somewhere in the jungles of Chult. I was hoping to assemble a group of adventurers to seek out this device and cease its functioning, that I, and so many others, may continue to live our second chance at life as it were."
At this point she pauses, heaving in gulps of air, with a dry rasping noise. Gertrude moves to approach, but is waved off with a blanket covered hand.
~♡~
"Well you have my assistance, Lady Silvane. A man that I respect suffers from this affliction and I am not about to let him perish, nor will I allow you to do so now that you have called upon me for help."
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Misha gets serious for a moment and replies with concern in her voice.
"Understand reaction, My Lady, why you might loathe." Misha states, plainly. "Back home on Acheron, ees place where dead souls go to fight eternal battle. This curse ees disruption in way theengs are done on my world, is a threat to my peeple, to my society. I was created to safeguard my realm, and today, yours. I can be powerful ally een solving problem with curse. I hef responsibility to my home, and now..to you. I will not fail."
She gets down on one knee and hangs her head down.
"The Lord Tyrant has Willed me to your service, and has given me an opportunity to bring glory and honor to you, and to my people. It is all I know - all I strive for. I will crush the source and end curse."
Sherri gives a worried glance over to Heraldine who still sat on her shoulder as the Lady spoke, wondering if her mother was actively listening in on them. Her gaze goes downcast, listening to the other women speak, more than ready to assist in the effort which only brought the question up: Was she? "My mother and father will be unable to join in on this journey to Chult," She pipes up finally. "My sister has also succumb to this curse, and they're using everything they have to keep her alive..." She settles down her cup of wine, bowing her head similar to Misha, just not on the ground. "If you'll have me, Lady Silvane, I would like to go in their place instead."
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'm sorry to hear about your sister, Sherri. It sounds like this Death Curse has affected all of us in some way, which makes it all the more urgent that we put an end to it."
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Lady Silvane nods solemnly, "Indeed, the ability to resurrect the fallen has been a great boon to many, and it seems that none of us are safe. You have my gratitude for your earnest support."
"As there isn't time to waste, Gertrude and I have prepared transportation to Chult for you." She pauses a moment, looking over at Gertrude, then continues. "If you have any questions, best to ask them now, once I've sent you to Chult, there won't be any expedient way to return. I'll furnish you with some gold, and whatever supplies I have to provide you, but there are things that you'll need that you can only get from the merchants in Port Nyanzaru."
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Gertrude gets a panicked look on her face, and you notice that she's gone rather still.
There's a small figure sneaking away from the spot where Gertrude still stands.
[ooc : wisdom 13 to read this spoiler]
You see that the Gertrude standing by the doorway is an illusory one. Presumably the real one has run off to take care of something unfeenished.
~♡~
"I have a few questions. Do you have a map of Chult? What will we need to purchase once we've arrived in Chult? Do you have any contacts in Chult who might be able to provide us with assistance once we've reached the peninsula?"
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Perception: 14
Wisdom: 19
The leetle one, like magic trick - not real. Such strange magic.
Ooh! Wine!
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Sherri looks up with a soft smile on her face, nodding in affirmation towards Meera’s words before her eyes dart to observe the little gnome woman. She takes notice of the panic on her face and stillness...
Wisdom: 21
And definitely realizes it’s an illusion. The brunettes lips thin as she looks back over to Lady Silvane, wanting to speak up but... It was none of the elves business. For now anyways.
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\
Lady Silvanae nods patiently as Meera asks her questions. "While the Chultan peninsula is ringed with mountains and choked with rainforests that are prowled by enormous reptiles, savage goblins, and an army of undead and mapping it has proved to be nigh impossible. Little is known about the region's current geography beyond a few miles from the coast, but working from dozens of sea charts, log books, and explorer's journals, we've managed to assemble everything known about the current state of Chult into this one map," She nods toward the table in front of you, "A copy of which, Gertrude shall provide you when she returns from completing the teleportation circle." She dismisses the illusory Gertrude with a wave of her hand, the illusion's shocked expression the last piece of it to fade.
"You'll need a steady supply of food, water, and insect repellent while in the jungle, and some method of staying cool in the thick jungle air. People tend to underestimate the change in climate, to their detriment, and the diseases that the insects can deliver to you rival the discomfort and pains of even the most gruesome we have here in Faerun."
"As for contacts, I have the fortune to know Prince Wakanga O'tamu. He is one of the seven merchant princes who rule Port Nyanzaru, which is the only major settlement in Chult. I've been there several times before."
~♡~
Meera stares at the spot where the illusory Gertrude vanished. "How many copies of Gertrude are there?" She whispers.
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Misha listens carefully to Lady Silvane's words, downing another cup of wine - mentally taking note of things to get, things she had, and things everyone would need.
Truly, a great opportunity to win favor, honor, and glory with Bane was at hand. She smiled to herself, and was very excited.
"Do you not get an opportunity to drink wine much, Misha? I only ask because you've had two glasses and I haven't even had one." She says with a small smile on her face.
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"Auch!" Misha grunts to herself, clearly disappointed. "Apologize! My manners run away! Here. Hef glass. Back home on Acheron, not have thees pleasure, thees..wine? Ees very good. Like zee taste." She pours and hands you a glass, with a sparkle in her eye. "Now we do, what is called? Toaster?" she thinks for a moment, then gives up. "My people say za zda-ró-vye!"
She holds up the glass somewhat, and gives you a nod. "To new friends. For honor and glory."
"Close. It's called a toast." Meera says as she accepts the drink. "To new friends." Meera holds up the glass and takes a drink with Misha.
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Sherri refrained from making a disgusted face at Lady Silvane's description of Chult, ready to back the **** out of this shit, but her conscious slapped her, told her to grow some cojones, and go. Her sister's life was on the line and she had no reason to be a selfish *****. The bard would manage to survive, just as long as she had these two... "Is it just going to be us three?" She inquires, just before the toast. "Not saying we're incapable, but, this seems to be a big job for just three people." As she waits for a response, Sherri joins in on the toast, picking up her cup with the others, wanting to try her hand at Misha's native tongue. "Za za... Zda-ru--ro vaye?" **** it. "... To new friends!" She says grinning at her embarrassing attempt.
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\
As Sherri asks if it will just be the three women, a sound of thunderous footsteps rattles the table, and you think you catch the glimpse of Lady Silvanae's eyes smiling if only for a split second. The thunderous footsteps become louder shaking the entire room now, and a dismayed Meadows pushes Sherri's things to make way. Lady Silvanae's eyes open wide as an enormous armorclad minotaur arrives, another Gertrude seated on his shoulder with a no nonsense expression on her face and her arms and legs crossed. The minotaur appears out of breath and leans hard against the door jamb. The new Gertrude slides off of the minotaur's shoulder, and presents him.
"Apologies for our tardiness, Lady Silvanae. This one took his time deciding if he'd assist us."
"Archibald sends his regards, while it seems that his brother had passed years ago, the large man himself suffers the same curse as you."
"This is Aphos and if my lady will excuse me for sharing an opinion; he seems capable enough by my estimation."
Lady Silvanae nods, "Welcome Aphos. And to answer your question Miss Buu, It will only be the four of you for now, but take heart, you may yet find allies at Port Nyanzaru."
~♡~
Misha gives Sherri a playful wink, clinks her glass.
"Za zda-ró-vye!" she repeats, and with another glug glug glug, downs the entire glass in one breath.
Aaaahhhh!
Then the minotaur came through the door. Misha instinctively widened her eyes and almost spit back up her wine.
"By Bane's Feest!" she breathed. "What manner of creature ees THEES!" she walks up to it and looks it over, completely unashamed.