"Well lets get on our way then. Not a moment to lose, methinks. We'll deal with the reward when it comes to it, eh?" Kulan stands up, ready to go. After a moment, he grabs his share of the initial payment, and then waits for Korine to do the same.
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"If we could have found it on our own, we would have already," Cor licked the icing off her fingertips. "Eat it Lark, it's good. When we get out in the jungle, you'll be able to have all the meat you want. You want have access to the best baked goods in the entire Port." The rogue glanced over at Jil, who had of course fallen asleep. "Relax. We'll make them care once we meet them. As powerful as both you and Jilwyn are, we're going to need the extra manpower."
Larken gives the cinnamon a quick lick, shivers, and pushes it her way. "It's like eating a handful of honeycomb!" He says, a look of disgust on his face. "How can you stand this food?"
A few moments later he adds, "What do we know of the Soulmonger so far? It came into existence twenty days ago, it prevents Resurrection from the gods, and it's somewhere in the jungles of Chult." If he were nearly as strong as he used to be, he'd own this jungle right now. The creatures were nothing... merely food. It angered him that he didn't have the strength to take on this mission alone. "We could at least be asking around," he says. "Someone must know more about this artifact."
Korine can't disagree with Kulan's assessment of the situation. "Indeed, it seems there is little time to waste. We are ready whenever you are, Mistress." She tucks away the remaining coin and rises to her feet, a sign of her readiness to depart.
Vistani had learned quickly how to up the care of her instruments due to the humidity and to prove her point, one of the short showers dumped on her as she almost reached the bakery. She sprinted and did a spinning entrance through the door. A laugh escaped her as she grabbed her long hair and twisted it to wring the water out. She stopped realizing there were strangers at the table and wondered if she had heard the word artifact or just imagined it upon entering. She always loved picking up interesting tidbits even if she did not get the whole story. Some led to improv ideas while she was entertaining. Not that it always led to a good thing, like that haughty noble she would have no issues of insulting again. The memory made her grin.
"The usual come with the rain drink and pastry?"
"Of course." Her voice had a musical ring to it.
She set her things in the only corner where she would be out of the way of customers coming and going and not intruding on the table. She stood up with a viol that she tuned. She sipped the spicy and hot drink giving the owner a nod of approval before launching into a quiet song not wanting to disturb the sleeper. At least, the viol withstood the humidity yet again.
"Exactly!" Cor laughed. "That's why I love them! They're sweet. Come on, Lark, live a little. You can't subsist on dinosaur meat alone."
Just then, a soaking musician made her way into the restaurant. She set herself up in the corner, and began to play soft music. The rogue didn't pay her much mind, instead turning back to the more pressing matters with Larken. "Someone does know about the Soulmonger, Lark, and they're the one that hired us. We are doing everything we can for Jilwyn, and we will find a way to stop it. Trust me, alright?"
Larken smiles at the newcomer in the bakery. Her music was a welcome distraction to the current mood. His previous words eventually crept back into his mind and he gives a little grin to Cor before turning his full attention to the welcome bard. As she finishes her song, he asks, "Do you have any stories or songs about something called the Soulmonger?"
He honestly didn't expect her to know anything, but it was worth a shot. He knew a lot of bards in the Dalelands and they always knew some odd lore about things he knew nothing about. If Syndra knew it was the cause of the curse, maybe word had spread...
"Soulmonger?" She thought about that a moment as if she might pull some history out of thin air. She shook her head. "If it is anything like a rumor monger, but with souls, it can't be good. Not at all." She smiled. "I knew a rumor monger once that tried to one up me with deception. She might still have the aftertaste of her shoe in her mouth."
He smiles at the stranger and adds, "What about the current curse that's been rumored throughout the realms. Have you heard any tidbits about that?" So far this wasn't turning up any useful information. He's been able to see the effects first hand with Jil, but you never know. When she mentioned the Rumor Mongers it did make his mind work a bit. Someone that hoards rumors... an item that hoards souls. Who would activate or create such an artifact, and why now? As if by instinct he picks up the cinnamon roll and takes a bite. The taste immediately shocks him and he tries to hide it. He slowly chews and swallows.
Syndra dipped her head in acknowledgement and carefully deposited the rest of the gold into Kulan's hands. "It is for your expedition expenses. As a whole." She shuffled around them and reached up high onto a shelf for a scroll, and then she shuffled back to the center of the room. "Now if you please, come stand near me and we will be on our way."
As the two reach out to her Syndra waits, silent, and only when they've finally decided to join her does she begin to enchant, voice growing ever more hoarse and cracking as she does. There is a wisp of magic, then a torrent as Syndra pulls open the portal around them. Arcane symbols shine brightly at their feet, and then the world blurs away. Before you know it you stand in Port Nyanzaru beneath what counts as a drizzle for the region. The air is hot, humid, and sticky even with the rain that soaks into your skin and clothes.
Around you, you hear the sounds of harbor. Creaking masts and ropes, shouts in a strange language of clicks, whistles, inhalations and some sort of singing words. The wind carries the smell of rain, spices, and fruits and the world is bright and colorful. The sun even peaks through clouds and illuminates the world around you despite the rain. Every wall of every building is painted or covered in vines and flowers. You can hear music of minstrels beneath awnings that cover near every street and roadway with gaps between. You can see small stalls and traveling wares set up near everywhere selling things from fruit to what looked to be jewelry.
Syndra sighs, breathes in, and a part of her seems to ease away within the hot and humid air.
"Ah. I missed this. I..." she fails for a moment of words, and then turns back toward you. "Friends Your partners are...somewhere in the city. They were set to meet us, although...it appears they have been, hm, distracted. I'd suggest seeking out lodging--perhaps they will be there? Cheaper, rowdy, and raucous is the Thundering Lizard. More expensive but quiet is Kaya's House of Repose. Both are near the Red Bazaar."
Syndra breathes, and the wheezing of her lungs seems to ease a bit.
"I must...be off. Fair travels."
With a tired sort of hum Syndra shuffles away, still wrapped in her blankets, hood and mask still in place. The people don't even stare.
"I've seen you get shot by half a dozen arrows and not flinch," Cor rolled her eyes. "But the mere taste of the best sweets in Chult?" The Rogue laughed, but her merriment was suddenly cut short when she noticed the position of the sun in the sun sky. "Bloody hell, we're late."
"C'mon Jilwyn, nap time's over," she gave their cleric a light shake. She was sure Larken would give her a much gentler wake up, but she didn't have the patience for that. As she rose from the table, she flipped the baker an extra silver for her trouble. "As always, you have performed magic," she gave the woman a wink before making her way to the door.
Jil startled awake, and looked around. Realizing she'd just fallen asleep in public, she was instantly embarrassed. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry," she apologized profusely. She quickly pulled out a small journal, and wrote Fatigue - Fell asleep in public, then stashed the journal away before standing. She glanced down at the sweet roll that sat untouched, feeling guilty for having not eaten it. She noticed the bard in the corner. She walked over, sweet roll in hand, and held it out. "I'm afraid I didn't get to hear you play. I'm sure it was lovely. Please, accept this as a token of my thanks."
Vistani smiles at the woman. "I kept it soothing to help your rest. Maybe I can help in other ways." She nods to Larken. "We have started an interesting conversation about a Soulmonger and curses. My people believe in curses and that we can even make enemies back down with the evil eye." She grins. "I'm not sure it always works, but it is entertaining to try since it isn't a real curse."
She looks at the three of them. "I am Vistani Mocanu. Traveling minstrel once of a great clan of entertainers. I won't bore you with the woes of pride, egotism and deceit that can ruin such a clan though you might hear about it when I entertain." She gives them a little curtsey while holding the viol and its bow in her left hand and the offered cinnamon bun in the right.
She looks pointedly at Larken. "And in answer to your last question, good sir, I have heard the rumors. I have not heard anything beyond hearsay until you asked about a Soulmonger. It does make sense with what tidbits about dying and not coming back like they should. I know I rather joked comparing it to a rumor monger, but it makes a sensible analogy. I have no idea what you plan to do, but I would like to offer my services. I'm cheap to hire because I can pay for my own way quite well, most of the time. There was that one time with a snotty noble, but he is on the other side of a huge body of water." She laughs, even that sounds musical.
"And sorry if I talk too much."
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Larken nods and thinks for a moment. He's never been very good with people, so having her services would be most welcome. "We're late for a meeting," he says, handing the bard a small purse of coins. "Find out what you can about the Soulmonger and meet us back at Kaya's House of Repose. We'll likely be staying there for the night." He looks her in the eyes, wondering if he can trust her. She seemed friendly and willing, but the locals of Chult always had a smile while they stabbed you in the back. "And thank you for the song Vistani. We'll have more time for introductions at the House of Repose should you meet us there."
He turns to follow Cor and brushes Jil's shoulder with his hand as he does, indicating to her that it's time to leave.
Jil shied away from the bard as she mentioned the curse. She was grateful when Larken indicated it was time to leave. She exited the bakery, stumbling slightly, but managed to catch herself. Once outside, she glanced up, and realized, indeed they were late. "I'm sorry for making us late. I hope we are able to find those that will be joining us."
Vistani looked at the offered gold, took in the words and realized her hands are full. She lifted the cinnamon roll to hold it in her mouth and deftly pockets the small coin purse. Then she freed up her mouth to give him an answer. She was into different pastries than the cinnamon rolls. The sugary icing made her eyeteeth ache. Good thing she has some spicy, rich java to wash it down.
"Of course. I do not promise I will gain more information, but I shall try and I will be at the House of Repose at the time mentioned."
She watched them leave not missing how the tired woman had shied away upon her mention of the curse. She kept her smile on despite wishing she had a way to revive the woman's vitality. If her assumptions were correct, she could not sit around without helping solve this issue. Seeing the fatigue first hand made her mouth go dry despite it having salivated due to the sweet she had held there a moment.
"I like her," Larken says as he glances behind at the bard. "She reminds me of home," he adds.
As they approach the point where they were supposed to meet, Larken looks around. He's seen Syndra before, but he was carefully scanning the crowd for strangers that looked out of place. Foreigners that have yet wrapped their heads due to the moisture or that have not yet learned the local slang. They should stick out like a sore thumb...
"The Thundering Lizard is literally half the price," Cor'avin grumbled under her breath, although she followed Larken and Jilwyn towards the pricier Inn. The quiet would make Jilwyn more comfortable, which would always be their priority.
"Don't worry about it, Jilwyn," the half-elf said as they made their way across the city. "If anything, my sweet tooth made us late." She scanned the crowd as she spoke, looking for the two that were supposed to be joining them. It took only a second to spot them, a half-orc and a woman of indiscernible heritage dressed for adventuring just standing there looking around. They would be so easy to steal from... but that wasn't part of the plan.
Was there a secret code word she was supposed to say? Cor couldn't remember. Instead, she settled on walking right up to the half-orc. She had been friends with a half-orc once, he had been an excellent partner on a few jobs her brothers hadn't been able to go on. He was good at looking scary and taking a hit. Perhaps this one would do the same. "Did Syndra send you?" She asked bluntly.
Larken looks at the two strangers in the humid drizzle. Their armor would rust after their first week in the jungles. They looked strong enough, he figured. At the very least it'll help when it comes to Jil's safety on the journey. Even Cor was typically better with other people than he was, so he had no problem having her do the speaking. He just stood there, all six-and-a-half feet of him, and awaited their response.
"Well lets get on our way then. Not a moment to lose, methinks. We'll deal with the reward when it comes to it, eh?" Kulan stands up, ready to go. After a moment, he grabs his share of the initial payment, and then waits for Korine to do the same.
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"If we could have found it on our own, we would have already," Cor licked the icing off her fingertips. "Eat it Lark, it's good. When we get out in the jungle, you'll be able to have all the meat you want. You want have access to the best baked goods in the entire Port." The rogue glanced over at Jil, who had of course fallen asleep. "Relax. We'll make them care once we meet them. As powerful as both you and Jilwyn are, we're going to need the extra manpower."
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Larken gives the cinnamon a quick lick, shivers, and pushes it her way. "It's like eating a handful of honeycomb!" He says, a look of disgust on his face. "How can you stand this food?"
A few moments later he adds, "What do we know of the Soulmonger so far? It came into existence twenty days ago, it prevents Resurrection from the gods, and it's somewhere in the jungles of Chult." If he were nearly as strong as he used to be, he'd own this jungle right now. The creatures were nothing... merely food. It angered him that he didn't have the strength to take on this mission alone. "We could at least be asking around," he says. "Someone must know more about this artifact."
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Korine can't disagree with Kulan's assessment of the situation. "Indeed, it seems there is little time to waste. We are ready whenever you are, Mistress." She tucks away the remaining coin and rises to her feet, a sign of her readiness to depart.
Vistani had learned quickly how to up the care of her instruments due to the humidity and to prove her point, one of the short showers dumped on her as she almost reached the bakery. She sprinted and did a spinning entrance through the door. A laugh escaped her as she grabbed her long hair and twisted it to wring the water out. She stopped realizing there were strangers at the table and wondered if she had heard the word artifact or just imagined it upon entering. She always loved picking up interesting tidbits even if she did not get the whole story. Some led to improv ideas while she was entertaining. Not that it always led to a good thing, like that haughty noble she would have no issues of insulting again. The memory made her grin.
"The usual come with the rain drink and pastry?"
"Of course." Her voice had a musical ring to it.
She set her things in the only corner where she would be out of the way of customers coming and going and not intruding on the table. She stood up with a viol that she tuned. She sipped the spicy and hot drink giving the owner a nod of approval before launching into a quiet song not wanting to disturb the sleeper. At least, the viol withstood the humidity yet again.
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"Exactly!" Cor laughed. "That's why I love them! They're sweet. Come on, Lark, live a little. You can't subsist on dinosaur meat alone."
Just then, a soaking musician made her way into the restaurant. She set herself up in the corner, and began to play soft music. The rogue didn't pay her much mind, instead turning back to the more pressing matters with Larken. "Someone does know about the Soulmonger, Lark, and they're the one that hired us. We are doing everything we can for Jilwyn, and we will find a way to stop it. Trust me, alright?"
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Larken smiles at the newcomer in the bakery. Her music was a welcome distraction to the current mood. His previous words eventually crept back into his mind and he gives a little grin to Cor before turning his full attention to the welcome bard. As she finishes her song, he asks, "Do you have any stories or songs about something called the Soulmonger?"
He honestly didn't expect her to know anything, but it was worth a shot. He knew a lot of bards in the Dalelands and they always knew some odd lore about things he knew nothing about. If Syndra knew it was the cause of the curse, maybe word had spread...
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"Soulmonger?" She thought about that a moment as if she might pull some history out of thin air. She shook her head. "If it is anything like a rumor monger, but with souls, it can't be good. Not at all." She smiled. "I knew a rumor monger once that tried to one up me with deception. She might still have the aftertaste of her shoe in her mouth."
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He smiles at the stranger and adds, "What about the current curse that's been rumored throughout the realms. Have you heard any tidbits about that?" So far this wasn't turning up any useful information. He's been able to see the effects first hand with Jil, but you never know. When she mentioned the Rumor Mongers it did make his mind work a bit. Someone that hoards rumors... an item that hoards souls. Who would activate or create such an artifact, and why now? As if by instinct he picks up the cinnamon roll and takes a bite. The taste immediately shocks him and he tries to hide it. He slowly chews and swallows.
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Syndra dipped her head in acknowledgement and carefully deposited the rest of the gold into Kulan's hands. "It is for your expedition expenses. As a whole." She shuffled around them and reached up high onto a shelf for a scroll, and then she shuffled back to the center of the room. "Now if you please, come stand near me and we will be on our way."
As the two reach out to her Syndra waits, silent, and only when they've finally decided to join her does she begin to enchant, voice growing ever more hoarse and cracking as she does. There is a wisp of magic, then a torrent as Syndra pulls open the portal around them. Arcane symbols shine brightly at their feet, and then the world blurs away. Before you know it you stand in Port Nyanzaru beneath what counts as a drizzle for the region. The air is hot, humid, and sticky even with the rain that soaks into your skin and clothes.
Around you, you hear the sounds of harbor. Creaking masts and ropes, shouts in a strange language of clicks, whistles, inhalations and some sort of singing words. The wind carries the smell of rain, spices, and fruits and the world is bright and colorful. The sun even peaks through clouds and illuminates the world around you despite the rain. Every wall of every building is painted or covered in vines and flowers. You can hear music of minstrels beneath awnings that cover near every street and roadway with gaps between. You can see small stalls and traveling wares set up near everywhere selling things from fruit to what looked to be jewelry.
Syndra sighs, breathes in, and a part of her seems to ease away within the hot and humid air.
"Ah. I missed this. I..." she fails for a moment of words, and then turns back toward you. "Friends Your partners are...somewhere in the city. They were set to meet us, although...it appears they have been, hm, distracted. I'd suggest seeking out lodging--perhaps they will be there? Cheaper, rowdy, and raucous is the Thundering Lizard. More expensive but quiet is Kaya's House of Repose. Both are near the Red Bazaar."
Syndra breathes, and the wheezing of her lungs seems to ease a bit.
"I must...be off. Fair travels."
With a tired sort of hum Syndra shuffles away, still wrapped in her blankets, hood and mask still in place. The people don't even stare.
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"I've seen you get shot by half a dozen arrows and not flinch," Cor rolled her eyes. "But the mere taste of the best sweets in Chult?" The Rogue laughed, but her merriment was suddenly cut short when she noticed the position of the sun in the sun sky. "Bloody hell, we're late."
"C'mon Jilwyn, nap time's over," she gave their cleric a light shake. She was sure Larken would give her a much gentler wake up, but she didn't have the patience for that. As she rose from the table, she flipped the baker an extra silver for her trouble. "As always, you have performed magic," she gave the woman a wink before making her way to the door.
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Jil startled awake, and looked around. Realizing she'd just fallen asleep in public, she was instantly embarrassed. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry," she apologized profusely. She quickly pulled out a small journal, and wrote Fatigue - Fell asleep in public, then stashed the journal away before standing. She glanced down at the sweet roll that sat untouched, feeling guilty for having not eaten it. She noticed the bard in the corner. She walked over, sweet roll in hand, and held it out. "I'm afraid I didn't get to hear you play. I'm sure it was lovely. Please, accept this as a token of my thanks."
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Vistani smiles at the woman. "I kept it soothing to help your rest. Maybe I can help in other ways." She nods to Larken. "We have started an interesting conversation about a Soulmonger and curses. My people believe in curses and that we can even make enemies back down with the evil eye." She grins. "I'm not sure it always works, but it is entertaining to try since it isn't a real curse."
She looks at the three of them. "I am Vistani Mocanu. Traveling minstrel once of a great clan of entertainers. I won't bore you with the woes of pride, egotism and deceit that can ruin such a clan though you might hear about it when I entertain." She gives them a little curtsey while holding the viol and its bow in her left hand and the offered cinnamon bun in the right.
She looks pointedly at Larken. "And in answer to your last question, good sir, I have heard the rumors. I have not heard anything beyond hearsay until you asked about a Soulmonger. It does make sense with what tidbits about dying and not coming back like they should. I know I rather joked comparing it to a rumor monger, but it makes a sensible analogy. I have no idea what you plan to do, but I would like to offer my services. I'm cheap to hire because I can pay for my own way quite well, most of the time. There was that one time with a snotty noble, but he is on the other side of a huge body of water." She laughs, even that sounds musical.
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Larken nods and thinks for a moment. He's never been very good with people, so having her services would be most welcome. "We're late for a meeting," he says, handing the bard a small purse of coins. "Find out what you can about the Soulmonger and meet us back at Kaya's House of Repose. We'll likely be staying there for the night." He looks her in the eyes, wondering if he can trust her. She seemed friendly and willing, but the locals of Chult always had a smile while they stabbed you in the back. "And thank you for the song Vistani. We'll have more time for introductions at the House of Repose should you meet us there."
He turns to follow Cor and brushes Jil's shoulder with his hand as he does, indicating to her that it's time to leave.
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Jil shied away from the bard as she mentioned the curse. She was grateful when Larken indicated it was time to leave. She exited the bakery, stumbling slightly, but managed to catch herself. Once outside, she glanced up, and realized, indeed they were late. "I'm sorry for making us late. I hope we are able to find those that will be joining us."
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Vistani looked at the offered gold, took in the words and realized her hands are full. She lifted the cinnamon roll to hold it in her mouth and deftly pockets the small coin purse. Then she freed up her mouth to give him an answer. She was into different pastries than the cinnamon rolls. The sugary icing made her eyeteeth ache. Good thing she has some spicy, rich java to wash it down.
"Of course. I do not promise I will gain more information, but I shall try and I will be at the House of Repose at the time mentioned."
She watched them leave not missing how the tired woman had shied away upon her mention of the curse. She kept her smile on despite wishing she had a way to revive the woman's vitality. If her assumptions were correct, she could not sit around without helping solve this issue. Seeing the fatigue first hand made her mouth go dry despite it having salivated due to the sweet she had held there a moment.
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"I like her," Larken says as he glances behind at the bard. "She reminds me of home," he adds.
As they approach the point where they were supposed to meet, Larken looks around. He's seen Syndra before, but he was carefully scanning the crowd for strangers that looked out of place. Foreigners that have yet wrapped their heads due to the moisture or that have not yet learned the local slang. They should stick out like a sore thumb...
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"The Thundering Lizard is literally half the price," Cor'avin grumbled under her breath, although she followed Larken and Jilwyn towards the pricier Inn. The quiet would make Jilwyn more comfortable, which would always be their priority.
"Don't worry about it, Jilwyn," the half-elf said as they made their way across the city. "If anything, my sweet tooth made us late." She scanned the crowd as she spoke, looking for the two that were supposed to be joining them. It took only a second to spot them, a half-orc and a woman of indiscernible heritage dressed for adventuring just standing there looking around. They would be so easy to steal from... but that wasn't part of the plan.
Was there a secret code word she was supposed to say? Cor couldn't remember. Instead, she settled on walking right up to the half-orc. She had been friends with a half-orc once, he had been an excellent partner on a few jobs her brothers hadn't been able to go on. He was good at looking scary and taking a hit. Perhaps this one would do the same. "Did Syndra send you?" She asked bluntly.
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Larken looks at the two strangers in the humid drizzle. Their armor would rust after their first week in the jungles. They looked strong enough, he figured. At the very least it'll help when it comes to Jil's safety on the journey. Even Cor was typically better with other people than he was, so he had no problem having her do the speaking. He just stood there, all six-and-a-half feet of him, and awaited their response.
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"Aye, she did. What might your name be?"
Kulan eyes the half-elf and her companions. If only Syndra had provided more knowledge of the people they were to work with than names.
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