"Musharib, can we now proceed to Kaya's? As enjoyable as this spectacle is, we do have business to attend do and it isn't getting any less hot out here."
Musharib looks a bit disappointed, but nods. "Aright then let's be on. T'Kaya's House o' Repose!" It takes some time and effort shoving through the crowds to the far end of Executioner's Run where the planks that connect the two large ziggurats. Hundreds of make shift stalls decorated with colorful banners are littered across the steps with traders selling all manner of items on the above. Passing the ziggurats the gates to the city proper loom over the party and guards can be seen standing at every level. They don't appear to be stopping anyone, so the party passes through with ease.
Musharib turns around and waves a hand, "Welcome to Port Nyanzaru! This be th'Merchant's Ward, most a'tha Seven make their homes here, them an' t'other wealthfuls. If'n ye have much coin we can pass through th'Grand Souk an fetch most anythin' y'desire, 'specially those items a'fine quality. Me own self prefer's tha Red Bazaar where we be headed anyroad."
"Misha, I know that you're excited to be seeing new sights and new people, but it isn't the wisest of choices to declare your friendship to everyone in sight. How about instead you focus on purchasing more weather appropriate clothes, some fans, and possibly a parasol. Poor Sherri is turning red in this heat, I fear that she might suffer heatstroke if something doesn't change soon. I will try and see if we can't purchase something that will help us get food and water, as well as something to keep the bugs away."
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Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
Spread wide eagled after her greeting to everyone, Misha returns to a more appropriate pose after hearing Meera. She nods in comprehension as she spoke.
"Ok!" Misha nodded, "I weel help! Get better clothes, some fans, and an aerosol. Misha got eet!" she gives you a salute and turns to Sherri, taking her by the hand.
"Come, leetle one." the Paladin said, "We find theengs and you feel better, ya?"
Meera gives Misha a thumbs up as she departs with Sherri. "Make sure to watch out for pickpockets! I'm sure that Chult has some!"She's certainly an excitable one. I wonder if all Banites possess the sense of wonder that she does.
When Meera had referred to Sherri, the bard was in the process of unbuttoning her dress top completely, revealing a fair bit of her chest that was pushed up due to a tight laced corset. She looked to the others with a dead look in her eyes, her face reddened like a tomato because of the heat. "Is this what dying feels like?"
With the promise of new clothes and fans, she gladly followed behind Misha as she did her absolute best to ignore how hot the red-heads hands were. And how wet hers were. Sherri proceeds to mentally cry on the way to salvation.
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"Dying? No!" Misha says to Sherri, excitedly, "Ees much worse!"
Misha noticed how hot it was, and truly enjoyed it, but Misha wasn't that dumb to know Sherri was not. As Sherri unbuttoned her top, an idea came to Misha. With her plate armor hot enough to cook a red dragon egg, she pulled up her left wrist and a small arcane communication panel blinked into existence. She hit a button, and her plate armor loudly clicked in a few places, and within a relatively short amount of time, the armor geometrically peeled off Misha and she was able to stow it away in the form of a large backpack. What was left on Misha was an athletic top and shorts that revealed an amazingly strong, lean and defined upper body, torso, and legs. The sun felt good on her tan skin, and she hefted her backpack on, her muscles hard and her tan skin smooth.
"Might as well have sun kiss skin, ya? No danger here at moment, ees ok." she said, and they continued to the shops. She took another glance at Sherri. "OOch, better hurry ya? Starting to look like Acheronian sunrise."
The dead look in her eyes never faded, even when the paladins armor did some shit and turned into a backpack. She took a second to see if literally anyone else in the vicinity saw what she just did. "I'm ******* hallucinating." She concludes as she turns back to the red-head. "Seriously, what the **** was that? Do all Acheronians look like you do? Are they all hot and chiseled like the Gods themselves came down and carved 'em out of stone with their own ******* hands? Do they all get some magical armor that just... Does that shit? Can I go there? Wait, never mind, I'd die, don't think about it."
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Misha studies your face as you speak, doing her best to interpret your words and meanings. She smiles brightly, clearly enjoying your company, and wanting to help you.
"Ees special Acheronian armor, made portable! Easy to put on and tek off! Sometimes in war, no hef time to spend 10 meenuts to change defenses, ya?" She pats you on the head, and laughs loudly. "Was not created by Gods," she emphasises the plural, "but by just one - our Lord General! Not all Acheronians look like me, but..was made for special purpose. Like you!" She boops your nose. "Had to train and leeft for years to be strong, ya? But! If change mind, weel take you to homeland some day. After we feex death curse, perheps, ya?"
She gladly continues to walk with you and make sure you stay out of the sun as much as possible. One thing you notice about her, she always had some level of smile on her, as if nothing ever could go wrong.
Musharib yells something inaudible but his voice is drowned out by the thunderous footfalls of a lizard who warrants the size of the enormous gates that the party passed through, its body three stories high and its neck stretched upward to a fourth. There's a platform atop its back with a party of dancers dressed in all manner of colors tossing white flowers to and fro. As the party splits Misha and Sherri peruse the wares of various shopkeeps in the Merchant's Ward it quickly becomes apparent that these things are meant for people with far more means. The clothes are all made out of high quality silk with deep colorful dyes and cost hundreds of gold on their own. The parasols that they find are of similar quality and everything is bedazzled with colorful jewels and metals.
Meera asks around at a few shops here and is directed to a woman named Orina who sells high end travelling gear. Her shop is deeper within the Merchant's Ward which expands northwestward.
Aphos and Dornos can read the following spoiler.
perception : 15 for Meera, Misha, and Sherri read the following spoiler.
Once the dinosaur with the musicians and dancers passes by, Musharib can be heard yelling, "Said wait! Th'Merchant's Ward's fer fancy folk what got deep pockets! I'd recommend we go t'the Red Bazaar fer better prices!"
Aphos and Dornos only can also read this following spoiler.
Musharib looks dejected, but then notices that the two of you are still with him, "Ach, no stoppin' th'ladyfolk from perusin' wares I'spose. 'll wait here, fer them t'return. Hopefully they have 'nough sense t'save their coin fer t'other markets."
"In my days, I've never seen armor do that..." Aphos seems entranced, almost enthralled, "I need to get my hands on it when they get back. So much to learn from an entire plane devoted to war.
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"By Great Command," Misha breathes, "Very high quality clothing here. Do not think we hef enough money for deefrent, more breathable clothing, leetle one!" Misha says as she checks her pack. "Even aerosols are expensive, and know not what is." she smiles. "Might hef to check elsewhere, little lobster."
“Uuuuuughhhhhhhh,” Groans the little lobster girl. “What’s-his-name said we should head for the Red Bazaar for better prices. Pick up the fish guy taking a nap over there while I ask for directions.” With a huff, she snaps her fingers in front of some random by stander to grab their attention. “You. Where’s the Red Bazaar at?”
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Misha's eyebrows rise in delight. "Ah! Yes, will carry feesh boy! Good idea."
With a squat and a practiced lift from years of exercise, Misha picks up Dornos with her right shoulder and stands up, making sure her arm is around him securely. It's like she was carrying no weight at all, and wasn't even sweating.
"Ok! To Red Bazaar, ya?" she says, ready to follow.
Musharib waves his hands, "Ah... d'ya think yer leader'd be cross with ye if we left without her?"
Meanwhile, Meera passes several well decorated market stalls pushing through hawkers who wave sparkling jewelry and fine clothes in her direction. A saleswoman at a perfumery walks up and stops short of spraying Meera with perfume, as Meera stares her down with her intimidating glare. She passes a stall that has several nude men and women who are receiving massages from silk clothed courtesans, and just beyond it she can hear the sounds of splashing water and assumes that there is a bath house beyond.
Meera does a double-take when she arrives at the palatial four story building with signs in several languages that read Orina's Odyssey: Travel Supplies & Wondrous Oddities!
She pushes aside a pair of long red panels of silk that act as the front doors and enters into a courtyard where four dark skinned attendants wave large feathered fans in front of the entrance to the shop. One of the attendants waves her fan in Meera's direction saying, "Welcome to Orina's Odyssey, how can we prepare you for the long road ahead?"
"I need a few things. My companions and I are going on a journey throughout the Chultan jungle. We shall need food, water, and some method of repelling bugs."
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"Is that so? Wonderful, wonderful, the Mistress will have such things for you, and perhaps some more... breathable clothing as well. A shame to hide such a comely figure, and it must be hot in those... uh... whatever it is that you call what you are wearing. If you want to travel the jungles of Chult, you'll want to be comfortable, and stylish if you can afford it." She turns her head, watching as another client leaves, no items in hand but a big smile on his face, then turns back to Meera, "The mistress is ready for you now. Enter at your leisure." She and the other four attendants stand back and wave their fans toward the open door behind them.
Musharib dumps a waterskin out over Sherri. "Where's tha'friend o'yer's hey? What be takin' s'long?"
Musharib looks a bit disappointed, but nods. "Aright then let's be on. T'Kaya's House o' Repose!" It takes some time and effort shoving through the crowds to the far end of Executioner's Run where the planks that connect the two large ziggurats. Hundreds of make shift stalls decorated with colorful banners are littered across the steps with traders selling all manner of items on the above. Passing the ziggurats the gates to the city proper loom over the party and guards can be seen standing at every level. They don't appear to be stopping anyone, so the party passes through with ease.
Musharib turns around and waves a hand, "Welcome to Port Nyanzaru! This be th'Merchant's Ward, most a'tha Seven make their homes here, them an' t'other wealthfuls. If'n ye have much coin we can pass through th'Grand Souk an fetch most anythin' y'desire, 'specially those items a'fine quality. Me own self prefer's tha Red Bazaar where we be headed anyroad."
~♡~
Dormos runs face-first into a colorful banner, to which he apologizes profusely and wishes a good day.
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"Hello!" Misha announces to anyone within earshot. "I am Misha! Everyone is now my friend!"
"Misha, I know that you're excited to be seeing new sights and new people, but it isn't the wisest of choices to declare your friendship to everyone in sight. How about instead you focus on purchasing more weather appropriate clothes, some fans, and possibly a parasol. Poor Sherri is turning red in this heat, I fear that she might suffer heatstroke if something doesn't change soon. I will try and see if we can't purchase something that will help us get food and water, as well as something to keep the bugs away."
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Spread wide eagled after her greeting to everyone, Misha returns to a more appropriate pose after hearing Meera. She nods in comprehension as she spoke.
"Ok!" Misha nodded, "I weel help! Get better clothes, some fans, and an aerosol. Misha got eet!" she gives you a salute and turns to Sherri, taking her by the hand.
"Come, leetle one." the Paladin said, "We find theengs and you feel better, ya?"
Meera gives Misha a thumbs up as she departs with Sherri. "Make sure to watch out for pickpockets! I'm sure that Chult has some!" She's certainly an excitable one. I wonder if all Banites possess the sense of wonder that she does.
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When Meera had referred to Sherri, the bard was in the process of unbuttoning her dress top completely, revealing a fair bit of her chest that was pushed up due to a tight laced corset. She looked to the others with a dead look in her eyes, her face reddened like a tomato because of the heat. "Is this what dying feels like?"
With the promise of new clothes and fans, she gladly followed behind Misha as she did her absolute best to ignore how hot the red-heads hands were. And how wet hers were. Sherri proceeds to mentally cry on the way to salvation.
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
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"Dying? No!" Misha says to Sherri, excitedly, "Ees much worse!"
Misha noticed how hot it was, and truly enjoyed it, but Misha wasn't that dumb to know Sherri was not. As Sherri unbuttoned her top, an idea came to Misha. With her plate armor hot enough to cook a red dragon egg, she pulled up her left wrist and a small arcane communication panel blinked into existence. She hit a button, and her plate armor loudly clicked in a few places, and within a relatively short amount of time, the armor geometrically peeled off Misha and she was able to stow it away in the form of a large backpack. What was left on Misha was an athletic top and shorts that revealed an amazingly strong, lean and defined upper body, torso, and legs. The sun felt good on her tan skin, and she hefted her backpack on, her muscles hard and her tan skin smooth.
"Might as well have sun kiss skin, ya? No danger here at moment, ees ok." she said, and they continued to the shops. She took another glance at Sherri. "OOch, better hurry ya? Starting to look like Acheronian sunrise."
The dead look in her eyes never faded, even when the paladins armor did some shit and turned into a backpack. She took a second to see if literally anyone else in the vicinity saw what she just did. "I'm ******* hallucinating." She concludes as she turns back to the red-head. "Seriously, what the **** was that? Do all Acheronians look like you do? Are they all hot and chiseled like the Gods themselves came down and carved 'em out of stone with their own ******* hands? Do they all get some magical armor that just... Does that shit? Can I go there? Wait, never mind, I'd die, don't think about it."
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 studies your face as you speak, doing her best to interpret your words and meanings. She smiles brightly, clearly enjoying your company, and wanting to help you.
"Ees special Acheronian armor, made portable! Easy to put on and tek off! Sometimes in war, no hef time to spend 10 meenuts to change defenses, ya?" She pats you on the head, and laughs loudly. "Was not created by Gods," she emphasises the plural, "but by just one - our Lord General! Not all Acheronians look like me, but..was made for special purpose. Like you!" She boops your nose. "Had to train and leeft for years to be strong, ya? But! If change mind, weel take you to homeland some day. After we feex death curse, perheps, ya?"
She gladly continues to walk with you and make sure you stay out of the sun as much as possible. One thing you notice about her, she always had some level of smile on her, as if nothing ever could go wrong.
Musharib yells something inaudible but his voice is drowned out by the thunderous footfalls of a lizard who warrants the size of the enormous gates that the party passed through, its body three stories high and its neck stretched upward to a fourth. There's a platform atop its back with a party of dancers dressed in all manner of colors tossing white flowers to and fro. As the party splits Misha and Sherri peruse the wares of various shopkeeps in the Merchant's Ward it quickly becomes apparent that these things are meant for people with far more means. The clothes are all made out of high quality silk with deep colorful dyes and cost hundreds of gold on their own. The parasols that they find are of similar quality and everything is bedazzled with colorful jewels and metals.
Meera asks around at a few shops here and is directed to a woman named Orina who sells high end travelling gear. Her shop is deeper within the Merchant's Ward which expands northwestward.
Aphos and Dornos can read the following spoiler.
perception : 15 for Meera, Misha, and Sherri read the following spoiler.
Once the dinosaur with the musicians and dancers passes by, Musharib can be heard yelling, "Said wait! Th'Merchant's Ward's fer fancy folk what got deep pockets! I'd recommend we go t'the Red Bazaar fer better prices!"
Aphos and Dornos only can also read this following spoiler.
Musharib looks dejected, but then notices that the two of you are still with him, "Ach, no stoppin' th'ladyfolk from perusin' wares I'spose. 'll wait here, fer them t'return. Hopefully they have 'nough sense t'save their coin fer t'other markets."
~♡~
"In my days, I've never seen armor do that..." Aphos seems entranced, almost enthralled, "I need to get my hands on it when they get back. So much to learn from an entire plane devoted to war.
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 heads over to Orina's shop.
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Dornos stumbles over to some raises slabs of stone in the shade. “G’night Musha, I’m gonnna have a rest...”
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"By Great Command," Misha breathes, "Very high quality clothing here. Do not think we hef enough money for deefrent, more breathable clothing, leetle one!" Misha says as she checks her pack. "Even aerosols are expensive, and know not what is." she smiles. "Might hef to check elsewhere, little lobster."
“Uuuuuughhhhhhhh,” Groans the little lobster girl. “What’s-his-name said we should head for the Red Bazaar for better prices. Pick up the fish guy taking a nap over there while I ask for directions.” With a huff, she snaps her fingers in front of some random by stander to grab their attention. “You. Where’s the Red Bazaar at?”
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
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Misha's eyebrows rise in delight. "Ah! Yes, will carry feesh boy! Good idea."
With a squat and a practiced lift from years of exercise, Misha picks up Dornos with her right shoulder and stands up, making sure her arm is around him securely. It's like she was carrying no weight at all, and wasn't even sweating.
"Ok! To Red Bazaar, ya?" she says, ready to follow.
Musharib waves his hands, "Ah... d'ya think yer leader'd be cross with ye if we left without her?"
Meanwhile, Meera passes several well decorated market stalls pushing through hawkers who wave sparkling jewelry and fine clothes in her direction. A saleswoman at a perfumery walks up and stops short of spraying Meera with perfume, as Meera stares her down with her intimidating glare. She passes a stall that has several nude men and women who are receiving massages from silk clothed courtesans, and just beyond it she can hear the sounds of splashing water and assumes that there is a bath house beyond.
Meera does a double-take when she arrives at the palatial four story building with signs in several languages that read Orina's Odyssey: Travel Supplies & Wondrous Oddities!
She pushes aside a pair of long red panels of silk that act as the front doors and enters into a courtyard where four dark skinned attendants wave large feathered fans in front of the entrance to the shop. One of the attendants waves her fan in Meera's direction saying, "Welcome to Orina's Odyssey, how can we prepare you for the long road ahead?"
~♡~
"I need a few things. My companions and I are going on a journey throughout the Chultan jungle. We shall need food, water, and some method of repelling bugs."
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"Is that so? Wonderful, wonderful, the Mistress will have such things for you, and perhaps some more... breathable clothing as well. A shame to hide such a comely figure, and it must be hot in those... uh... whatever it is that you call what you are wearing. If you want to travel the jungles of Chult, you'll want to be comfortable, and stylish if you can afford it." She turns her head, watching as another client leaves, no items in hand but a big smile on his face, then turns back to Meera, "The mistress is ready for you now. Enter at your leisure." She and the other four attendants stand back and wave their fans toward the open door behind them.
Musharib dumps a waterskin out over Sherri. "Where's tha'friend o'yer's hey? What be takin' s'long?"
~♡~