"Nice to make your acquaintance. We would appreciate it if you could tell us where we could find someone to guide us through the jungles of Chult, as well as the necessary supplies to get through the jungle. We were told that the climate could be quite harsh.
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Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
Used to rapid travel and the heat, Misha catches Meera and helps her stand.
"Easy, Misha have you, ya?" she says gently, helping her.
The sun felt magnificent. It made her skin warm, but she did not sweat. Acheron was filled with heat and fire, mostly from the effects of the War Engine, and Misha was used to it. She had been to this planet before, and always liked it's star it orbited. As seasons changed, and she knew, some places would be hotter than others, and this was welcome.
Misha turns and gives the dwarf and triton a glance and a smile, she looks around at the new view, and as always, was excited and amazed at the same time.
"Such wondrous place!" she breathed, "Praise Bane and His Glory. Even the star een sky is good to me. Ah. I am Misha! Hello new friends!"
Seeing such a metropolitan landscape devoid of threats, Aphos sheathes his sword and built-in bow. Musharib's welcome was not unknown, but still abrasive, "Oh look, a white pig that talks. I wonder if its bacon is just as blanched?" His gauntleted hand clenches into a fist as a few sparks leap between rivets.
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"Musharib, this is Aphos. He's not our pet, he's a minotaur who was assigned to put an end to the Death Curse, the same as me and my friends were. It appears that you've offended him. Apologize, as it looks like he's fairly charged up and it would be less than ideal for us to have to deal with law enforcement mere seconds after appearing in this city."
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Dornos, a blue-skinned Triton in clothing similar to that of Musharib the dwarf, stumbles as he rises and slurs something completely unintelligible, but was meant to be heard as, "Thank you, the water is refreshing."
"Musharib, this is Aphos. He's not our pet, he's a minotaur who was assigned to put an end to the Death Curse, the same as me and my friends were. It appears that you've offended him. Apologize, as it looks like he's fairly charged up and it would be less than ideal for us to have to deal with law enforcement mere seconds after appearing in this city."
Dornos squints as he gazes up at the minotaur, then smiles and stumbles forward to embrace him. "Ss'ssa pleasure," he slurs.
Misha gives Aphos a loving pat, trying to indicate that starting a fight, or getting annoyed at the dwarf would lead to no glory, or honor.
"Everybody relaxing, ya?" Misha smiles, trying to break the tension, if any. "We are all friends! Are here to end Curse of Death, we work together, perheps?"
Meera extends a hand towards the intoxicated Triton. "Good day sir, my name is Meera, I'm a professor at the College of Archaeology and Anthropology in Balder's Gate. Nice to meet you."
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Dornos grabs Meera's proffered hand with both of his, and shakes clumsily. "Archaeolllgy! Anthrpolgy! Lesss talk smore, nice to meet you, ss'sa pleasure. Hello!"
Musharib glares up into Aphos's eyes for an uncomfortably long time.
He bursts out into laughter and slaps the knee of Aphos's greave. "Bwahaha talkin' white-pig! Arharhar! Thas a good one. I'll 'av t'try that on the next lovely lass I meet an' ask 'er to 'av a taste. Bwahaha!"
"Listen Lass," he spins to point at Meera, shoving Dornos out of the way as he does, "ye be lookin' fer a guide, and we," he moves his pointing finger through the air between Dornos and himself, "be lookin' fer some aid in oustin' some rascally firenewts from my ancestral home. I, as in me, Musharib, be thinkin' we can be helpin' each other. Me clan and I've been livin' out in the wilds a' this here jungle," he motions southward, "damn near a centry, leastwise so it feels. This old dwarf be needin' a place to set down a spell an contemplate the grandeur a' old age. We help ye, ye help we." Musharib nods, "Have we an accord?" He holds his hand out to Meera who he has decided is the leader of the teleporting tetrad.
Misha leans in, straining to understand the dwarf - she says mostly to herself, "By Bane's Weel, ees hard to comprehension dwarf man, or only Misha no understand?"
She leans back straight up and shrugs it off. "Sounds like he needs our help, too, ya?"
"I suppose that it is a fair bargain to make. If my friends believe that reclaiming your people's homeland is a worthy endeavor, then we shall enter into an agreement and we can begin our journey tomorrow after we have had the opportunity to procure the supplies needed for our journey." She takes Dornos' outstretched hand. "Oh. Are you in the field of Archaeology and Anthropology as well?"
Dornos nods vigorously. "Lesss go! Gotta go, gotta liberate, gotta reclaim. Very important, c'mon lesss go. Oh wait!" He smiles belatedly and points to Meera. "Yes, tomorrow, yeah okay, lesss go sleep it off, sleep it off everyone."
As soon as Sherri opened her eyes and felt the heat against her skin she immediately regretting coming here. She barely paid much attention to the dwarf and triton, letting Meera do most of the talking while she ran her fingers through her hair and pulled it up into a high bun, praying to the Gods it would be enough to keep her cool. She wiped her brow after rolling up her sleeves and unbuttoning the first three buttons of the dress to let her chest breathe, even just a little bit, wondering how exactly she was going to survive this mission. Ugh, I'm sweating like a sinner in church.Where's the fans? Can I get out of this dress?
"Ugghh, this heat is terrible..." She groaned to herself, dropping her shoulders as she starts fanning herself. Anyone who looked at her would see how flushed she currently was, her cheeks red along with even the tips of her pointed ears. "Jeesh, I'm with the blue guy, let's find a place to cool off and change. I'm already dying."
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"Musharib, I know that we have not yet agreed to help you reclaim your ancestral homeland, but this heat is already effecting some of my party, especially since we aren't accustomed to the tropical weather and aren't dressed for it. Would you be so kind as to guide us to a tavern or some sort of place where we can get out of the heat,buy more climate-appropriate clothing, and in the case of our newest addition, sober up?"
Misha stands in the sun, basking, accepting it's warmth. Strangely unaffected, not even her skins starts to burn in the unforgiving sun, she's in possession of a disgustingly perfect tan.
"Yes, a good idea, teacher!" Misha nods happily. "Come, let us go find someplace a bit less sun." she agrees. "Will be nice to relax beet beefore meesion and take off armor for a leetle moment, ya?"
"Rest ey?" Musharib strokes his beard thoughtfully, "a'course, me blue friend an' I just come from a tavern'n inn called the Thunderin' Lizard. A'course might be bit rowdy there an' not certain ol' Scamper'll be pleased t'see young Dornos again so soon after what y'did back there ey Dornos? Bwahaha. As fer rest, Kaya's House o' Repose might do ye best. Both're in the Red Bazaar." Musharib starts walking as he speaks, then turns around to see you all standing there still.
"Well?! Come on then! An' if'n y'don't mind draggin' the fish-boy along I'd be right pleased." He starts back toward the road.
"Nice to make your acquaintance. We would appreciate it if you could tell us where we could find someone to guide us through the jungles of Chult, as well as the necessary supplies to get through the jungle. We were told that the climate could be quite harsh.
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Used to rapid travel and the heat, Misha catches Meera and helps her stand.
"Easy, Misha have you, ya?" she says gently, helping her.
The sun felt magnificent. It made her skin warm, but she did not sweat. Acheron was filled with heat and fire, mostly from the effects of the War Engine, and Misha was used to it. She had been to this planet before, and always liked it's star it orbited. As seasons changed, and she knew, some places would be hotter than others, and this was welcome.
Misha turns and gives the dwarf and triton a glance and a smile, she looks around at the new view, and as always, was excited and amazed at the same time.
"Such wondrous place!" she breathed, "Praise Bane and His Glory. Even the star een sky is good to me. Ah. I am Misha! Hello new friends!"
Seeing such a metropolitan landscape devoid of threats, Aphos sheathes his sword and built-in bow. Musharib's welcome was not unknown, but still abrasive, "Oh look, a white pig that talks. I wonder if its bacon is just as blanched?" His gauntleted hand clenches into a fist as a few sparks leap between rivets.
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"Musharib, this is Aphos. He's not our pet, he's a minotaur who was assigned to put an end to the Death Curse, the same as me and my friends were. It appears that you've offended him. Apologize, as it looks like he's fairly charged up and it would be less than ideal for us to have to deal with law enforcement mere seconds after appearing in this city."
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Dornos, a blue-skinned Triton in clothing similar to that of Musharib the dwarf, stumbles as he rises and slurs something completely unintelligible, but was meant to be heard as, "Thank you, the water is refreshing."
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Dornos squints as he gazes up at the minotaur, then smiles and stumbles forward to embrace him. "Ss'ssa pleasure," he slurs.
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Misha gives Aphos a loving pat, trying to indicate that starting a fight, or getting annoyed at the dwarf would lead to no glory, or honor.
"Everybody relaxing, ya?" Misha smiles, trying to break the tension, if any. "We are all friends! Are here to end Curse of Death, we work together, perheps?"
Meera extends a hand towards the intoxicated Triton. "Good day sir, my name is Meera, I'm a professor at the College of Archaeology and Anthropology in Balder's Gate. Nice to meet you."
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Dornos grabs Meera's proffered hand with both of his, and shakes clumsily. "Archaeolllgy! Anthrpolgy! Lesss talk smore, nice to meet you, ss'sa pleasure. Hello!"
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Musharib glares up into Aphos's eyes for an uncomfortably long time.
He bursts out into laughter and slaps the knee of Aphos's greave. "Bwahaha talkin' white-pig! Arharhar! Thas a good one. I'll 'av t'try that on the next lovely lass I meet an' ask 'er to 'av a taste. Bwahaha!"
"Listen Lass," he spins to point at Meera, shoving Dornos out of the way as he does, "ye be lookin' fer a guide, and we," he moves his pointing finger through the air between Dornos and himself, "be lookin' fer some aid in oustin' some rascally firenewts from my ancestral home. I, as in me, Musharib, be thinkin' we can be helpin' each other. Me clan and I've been livin' out in the wilds a' this here jungle," he motions southward, "damn near a centry, leastwise so it feels. This old dwarf be needin' a place to set down a spell an contemplate the grandeur a' old age. We help ye, ye help we." Musharib nods, "Have we an accord?" He holds his hand out to Meera who he has decided is the leader of the teleporting tetrad.
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Misha leans in, straining to understand the dwarf - she says mostly to herself, "By Bane's Weel, ees hard to comprehension dwarf man, or only Misha no understand?"
She leans back straight up and shrugs it off. "Sounds like he needs our help, too, ya?"
"I suppose that it is a fair bargain to make. If my friends believe that reclaiming your people's homeland is a worthy endeavor, then we shall enter into an agreement and we can begin our journey tomorrow after we have had the opportunity to procure the supplies needed for our journey." She takes Dornos' outstretched hand. "Oh. Are you in the field of Archaeology and Anthropology as well?"
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Dornos nods vigorously. "Lesss go! Gotta go, gotta liberate, gotta reclaim. Very important, c'mon lesss go. Oh wait!" He smiles belatedly and points to Meera. "Yes, tomorrow, yeah okay, lesss go sleep it off, sleep it off everyone."
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As soon as Sherri opened her eyes and felt the heat against her skin she immediately regretting coming here. She barely paid much attention to the dwarf and triton, letting Meera do most of the talking while she ran her fingers through her hair and pulled it up into a high bun, praying to the Gods it would be enough to keep her cool. She wiped her brow after rolling up her sleeves and unbuttoning the first three buttons of the dress to let her chest breathe, even just a little bit, wondering how exactly she was going to survive this mission. Ugh, I'm sweating like a sinner in church.Where's the fans? Can I get out of this dress?
"Ugghh, this heat is terrible..." She groaned to herself, dropping her shoulders as she starts fanning herself. Anyone who looked at her would see how flushed she currently was, her cheeks red along with even the tips of her pointed ears. "Jeesh, I'm with the blue guy, let's find a place to cool off and change. I'm already dying."
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"Musharib, I know that we have not yet agreed to help you reclaim your ancestral homeland, but this heat is already effecting some of my party, especially since we aren't accustomed to the tropical weather and aren't dressed for it. Would you be so kind as to guide us to a tavern or some sort of place where we can get out of the heat,buy more climate-appropriate clothing, and in the case of our newest addition, sober up?"
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Misha stands in the sun, basking, accepting it's warmth. Strangely unaffected, not even her skins starts to burn in the unforgiving sun, she's in possession of a disgustingly perfect tan.
"Yes, a good idea, teacher!" Misha nods happily. "Come, let us go find someplace a bit less sun." she agrees. "Will be nice to relax beet beefore meesion and take off armor for a leetle moment, ya?"
"Rest ey?" Musharib strokes his beard thoughtfully, "a'course, me blue friend an' I just come from a tavern'n inn called the Thunderin' Lizard. A'course might be bit rowdy there an' not certain ol' Scamper'll be pleased t'see young Dornos again so soon after what y'did back there ey Dornos? Bwahaha. As fer rest, Kaya's House o' Repose might do ye best. Both're in the Red Bazaar." Musharib starts walking as he speaks, then turns around to see you all standing there still.
"Well?! Come on then! An' if'n y'don't mind draggin' the fish-boy along I'd be right pleased." He starts back toward the road.
~♡~
"I think that we should head for Kaya's House of Repose, so that we may get some rest as we plan the next course of our journey."
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"Come feesh boy." Misha says, hoisting Dornos up easily around her shoulder, helping him walk. "Off we go!"
“Thank you! You’re welcome! Where are we going?” Dornos amicably follows where he’s led.
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