Upon entering the room, the Plaugg confidently moves to the center of the room and turns to face the host. Harold is a crisply dressed half-elf who is at the same time boyishly handsome and oddly nondescript. Physically, he is quite average in most every way -- 5'10" tall with a medium build, light brown hair, brown eyes, and gentle tan skin. You can't quite place where you saw him before, but he definitely looks familiar.
"I appreciate your gracious hospitality my dear Silvane..." he says with a slight bow and flourish. "May I bring you a goblet of wine as well?"
A roughly middle-aged man enters the room, he has combed back brown hair, dark green eyes, and an upright bearing. He wears simple clothes, dark linen trousers with a grey and blue doublet. Taking in the faces of the others in the room, his eyes seem to linger for a moment on the blonde woman. His manner is cautious, but he seats himself at the table and pours some wine into a goblet for himself. He gives it a quick sniff before taking a draught.
"Nice place you have here. I'm Aedan. Good to meet you all." he says in earthy, husky tones.
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The masked figure turns to Leann, "It's good to see you again my friend, I heard what happened to Thaidin, truly unfortunate. I would have thought he would last lon-"
Interrupted by the nervous man she looks to him, "Calm yourself. I am sure you will have much more to worry of soon, for now, please relax" However her attendant who was standing slightly behind and to the right of Syndra scowls slightly and moves over to Ivas and whispers into his ear. "That is Lady Silvane, and you will address her as such."
Meanwhile the masked woman turns to the half-elf. "Oh, no thank you. It would not sit well in my system right now."
"Yes, I was sure he would outlast us all..." Leann says, a bit teary-eyed, but she pulls herself together fairly quickly. "What is all this about, why the summons?" She asks their host.
The group can hear the stairs creaking as Dorno makes his way towards the meeting. A moment later a large, round and shaggy head is peering sideways through the door and looking a bit nervous. Once acknowledged he smiles slightly and waves before ducking through the door. The party sees a large, sturdy looking furbolg a bit short of seven feet tall with shaggy brown hair and beard, a large red nose and grayish skin enter the room. He is adorned in hides, has various satchels and pockets on his thick belt, and carries a staff and has a wooden shield and a large basket on his back instead of a backpack.
Like a nervous child Dorno gently moves around the outside of the room and fits a spot to sit on the floor against a wall, smiling at each person before once again diverting his gaze. When offered wine he doesn't say anything but nods and accepts a cup. A moment later though he makes a terrible face and says "sorry Lady, but fruit turned bad."
"Ah, right, sorry!" Ivas whispers back to the attendant, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. He takes another gulp from his wine, settling down for a moment as shame briefly overtakes excitement. Yet his excitement returns just as quickly when he sees the furbolg enter, unable to keep himself from staring in wonder at the giant. He's only ever glimpsed such creatures from a distance--to think he might now travel alongside one, as a brother in cause!
Leann gives each person who enters a glance, but is concerned for her mentor's old friend. When the shaggy giant comes in she stares for a moment, even her travels having not brought her into contact with his kind before. Shaking her head, she turns back to their host and waits for a response to her questions.
Syndra looks to Leann "Unfortunately it seems, I too was brought back from the dead in my youth and the death curse has taken hold. I have reason to believe that the cure is somewhere in Chult, I'll explain when our last guest arrives."
A moment later and the Firbolg comes into the room Syndra looks to him from behind her mask "I'm sorry it's not to taste my large friend, but it is how should taste."
She pauses a moment before continuing in her dry, raspy voice "This cure, is not one in the traditional sense. I have reliable contacts who have good reason to believe that the source of this death curse, is a necromantic instrument known as the Soulmonger. Further, it should be hidden somewhere in the Chult."
"So a death curse is what's causing all these folks to become ill? Interesting. Chult is a pretty big place, do you have any idea where this Soulmonger is hidden or who has it?"
"That is good to here Dorno, because you will have to search very hard. I do not know where the Soulmonger may be so you will have to look."
She then considers Nahuatl a moment, "You must either be exceptionally lucky, or very confused on the concept of necromancy, undead have prowled in those jungles since before the spellplauge."
"Yes, the jungles are full of undead, dinosaurs, and much, much worse." Leann says softly as she considers what has been said. she glances to her mentor's old friend and feels torn. With a sigh she nods her head in resolve. "I said I would never return there, you know this, but, for you, and for the loss of my mentor, I will do so."
“Is that why we’re here? You’d like us to go to Chult looking for this Soulmonger? Don’t misunderstand, personally I’d be happy to return to Chult, but surely there are more capable adventurers to seek this artifact given its importance. Why us?”
"I don't know about you guys, but that's just why I'm going!" Ivas spoke up, responding to Plaugg. "I bet there's already tons of adventurers crawling all over that place! They'll probably need every bit of help they can get. For all we know, we're already late to the quest!"
Nahuatl considers this. “I was secluded in a monastery for most of my childhood, and when it was burned to the ground I left Chult. Perhaps that explains why I had no contact with undead.”
Syndra watches the exchange and gives a small laugh.
Her voice turns dead serious "I call upon you as I have no other option, to hopefully convince those uncertain, I can offer a magic item from my personal collection, when you have destroyed the Soulmonger."
She considers the Firbolg's question a moment, "Honestly I cannot conclusively say what it is, but my best guess is some kind of soul snatching instrument. ...
To help you on your quest I can give a map - probably the best map in the world - of Chult when you accept."
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Upon entering the room, the Plaugg confidently moves to the center of the room and turns to face the host. Harold is a crisply dressed half-elf who is at the same time boyishly handsome and oddly nondescript. Physically, he is quite average in most every way -- 5'10" tall with a medium build, light brown hair, brown eyes, and gentle tan skin. You can't quite place where you saw him before, but he definitely looks familiar.
"I appreciate your gracious hospitality my dear Silvane..." he says with a slight bow and flourish. "May I bring you a goblet of wine as well?"
A roughly middle-aged man enters the room, he has combed back brown hair, dark green eyes, and an upright bearing. He wears simple clothes, dark linen trousers with a grey and blue doublet. Taking in the faces of the others in the room, his eyes seem to linger for a moment on the blonde woman. His manner is cautious, but he seats himself at the table and pours some wine into a goblet for himself. He gives it a quick sniff before taking a draught.
"Nice place you have here. I'm Aedan. Good to meet you all." he says in earthy, husky tones.
Roland Drask: Human Rogue - Lost Mine of Phandelver
The masked figure turns to Leann, "It's good to see you again my friend, I heard what happened to Thaidin, truly unfortunate. I would have thought he would last lon-"
Interrupted by the nervous man she looks to him, "Calm yourself. I am sure you will have much more to worry of soon, for now, please relax" However her attendant who was standing slightly behind and to the right of Syndra scowls slightly and moves over to Ivas and whispers into his ear. "That is Lady Silvane, and you will address her as such."
Meanwhile the masked woman turns to the half-elf. "Oh, no thank you. It would not sit well in my system right now."
“So sorry to hear that, I do hope you feel better soon”
Plaugg pours himself some wine and takes a seat near Syndra
"Yes, I was sure he would outlast us all..." Leann says, a bit teary-eyed, but she pulls herself together fairly quickly. "What is all this about, why the summons?" She asks their host.
The group can hear the stairs creaking as Dorno makes his way towards the meeting. A moment later a large, round and shaggy head is peering sideways through the door and looking a bit nervous. Once acknowledged he smiles slightly and waves before ducking through the door. The party sees a large, sturdy looking furbolg a bit short of seven feet tall with shaggy brown hair and beard, a large red nose and grayish skin enter the room. He is adorned in hides, has various satchels and pockets on his thick belt, and carries a staff and has a wooden shield and a large basket on his back instead of a backpack.
Like a nervous child Dorno gently moves around the outside of the room and fits a spot to sit on the floor against a wall, smiling at each person before once again diverting his gaze. When offered wine he doesn't say anything but nods and accepts a cup. A moment later though he makes a terrible face and says "sorry Lady, but fruit turned bad."
"Ah, right, sorry!" Ivas whispers back to the attendant, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. He takes another gulp from his wine, settling down for a moment as shame briefly overtakes excitement. Yet his excitement returns just as quickly when he sees the furbolg enter, unable to keep himself from staring in wonder at the giant. He's only ever glimpsed such creatures from a distance--to think he might now travel alongside one, as a brother in cause!
Leann gives each person who enters a glance, but is concerned for her mentor's old friend. When the shaggy giant comes in she stares for a moment, even her travels having not brought her into contact with his kind before. Shaking her head, she turns back to their host and waits for a response to her questions.
Syndra looks to Leann "Unfortunately it seems, I too was brought back from the dead in my youth and the death curse has taken hold. I have reason to believe that the cure is somewhere in Chult, I'll explain when our last guest arrives."
A moment later and the Firbolg comes into the room Syndra looks to him from behind her mask "I'm sorry it's not to taste my large friend, but it is how should taste."
She pauses a moment before continuing in her dry, raspy voice "This cure, is not one in the traditional sense. I have reliable contacts who have good reason to believe that the source of this death curse, is a necromantic instrument known as the Soulmonger. Further, it should be hidden somewhere in the Chult."
"Dorno does not know a Soulmonger or a Chult, but he is good at hiding and seeking!"
Plaugg's ears perk up at the mention of Chult.
"So a death curse is what's causing all these folks to become ill? Interesting. Chult is a pretty big place, do you have any idea where this Soulmonger is hidden or who has it?"
Nahuatl leans forward in her armchair at the mention of Chult, and speaks up for the first time. Her voice is soft, but it carries across the room.
”I lived in the jungles of Chult for many years of my life, but never did I encounter necromantic magic. This must be a recent development.”
"That is good to here Dorno, because you will have to search very hard. I do not know where the Soulmonger may be so you will have to look."
She then considers Nahuatl a moment, "You must either be exceptionally lucky, or very confused on the concept of necromancy, undead have prowled in those jungles since before the spellplauge."
"Yes, the jungles are full of undead, dinosaurs, and much, much worse." Leann says softly as she considers what has been said. she glances to her mentor's old friend and feels torn. With a sigh she nods her head in resolve. "I said I would never return there, you know this, but, for you, and for the loss of my mentor, I will do so."
Plaugg looks around, confused.
“Is that why we’re here? You’d like us to go to Chult looking for this Soulmonger? Don’t misunderstand, personally I’d be happy to return to Chult, but surely there are more capable adventurers to seek this artifact given its importance. Why us?”
"I don't know about you guys, but that's just why I'm going!" Ivas spoke up, responding to Plaugg. "I bet there's already tons of adventurers crawling all over that place! They'll probably need every bit of help they can get. For all we know, we're already late to the quest!"
Nahuatl considers this. “I was secluded in a monastery for most of my childhood, and when it was burned to the ground I left Chult. Perhaps that explains why I had no contact with undead.”
Chuckling, Plaugg says "Come on Ivas! You're going to weaken our negotiating position"
"Ms. Lady, what is Soul Mong-er?"
Syndra watches the exchange and gives a small laugh.
Her voice turns dead serious "I call upon you as I have no other option, to hopefully convince those uncertain, I can offer a magic item from my personal collection, when you have destroyed the Soulmonger."
She considers the Firbolg's question a moment, "Honestly I cannot conclusively say what it is, but my best guess is some kind of soul snatching instrument. ...
To help you on your quest I can give a map - probably the best map in the world - of Chult when you accept."