Marcel is a human with brown, short hair clumsily hangs over a fresh, tense face. Round brown eyes, set low within their sockets, watch readily over the group. A sword strike left a mark reaching from just under the right eyebrow , running towards his right nostril and ending on his upper lip leaves an amusing memory of unfortunate adventures.
This is the face of Marcel Lowsteel, a true warrior among humans. He stands towering among others (6,4 ft), with his athletic frame.
He finds himself awkward socializing with new people on his new jorney on civilian life, but we makes due.
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Maynard adds, “At this point, forward is better than backward. I am with Rain on this one. First drink is on me to those who wish to pursue information on if the OTC has other recruiting locations.” Maynard surveys the crowd for their reaction as he hitches up his backpack.
"Well, if it is of any help, I have been here for the better part of the day for....reasons, and they did not take any people in. So either they are really slow to remove their advertising or this might be a test. You know... like just hire the people that are able to find them and make the trip to where ever they are. " Jiali looks around the group and finally lets her eyes rest on Maynard and smiles.
"Worst thing that can happened to us at this point is getting a free drink ."
With that she grabs the small backpack that was hidden behind a barrel and starts making her way towards the tavern.
If you happen to talk to the right barkeep or serving lad at the Thundering Lizard you might hear the following response when asked about the OTC:
”Eh? You another one that’s heard the rumors about Kimo, and want to get rich just like him, eh? Well, maybe you will, but let me tell you dem riches don’t last around here, and Kimo might have thought he was going to be the next Merchant Prince, but where is he now? Probably doing just fine back on his farmstead, but all his shops be closed, and me thinks it’s the end of his little run at fame. If you really want to find him, you’ll have to leave the city and walk past the Tiryki Anchorage to find his farm right on the edge of the jungle.”
It is hot and humid, but not unbearable in the shade. Wearing metal armor in the sun requires frequent constitution checks to avoid exhaustion and is almost never done except when battle is impossible to avoid.
The Tiryki Anchorage is reached by the south eastern city gate. The streets of the city are deserted when you walk through. Most buildings are boarded up. Despite the empty streets, exotic music echos as unseen musicians play an ensemble of different instruments from different rooftops. Rapid Tabla drumming, bright strings jangling, wind instruments singing, and tiny cymbals ringing.
The Tiryki Anchorage is obviously the slums compared to inside the city walls. The noise of birds, monkeys and other jungle beasts grows louder and louder until other sounds are drowned out only a short distance from the walls. The echoing music can still be heard.
A small campground just outside the entrance to the fenced perimeter of Friendship Farms waits for anyone looking for employment with OTC or the Seasoned Entrepreneur called Kimo by most locals. A silent dwarf with a long red beard and dressed only in a grass skirt tends to the campground, and shows each of the job seekers a private campsite around a large central clearing with a small patch of cleared ground for a sleeping and a fire pit. Carved totem poles abstracting jungle beasts decorate the entire campground at regular intervals.
The dwarf doesn’t volunteer much information other than training will begin once the boss man arrives. Until that time he encourages you to demonstrate or practice your camping skills here. He indicates he will train anyone in the basic skills of rain catchers, water skins, and insect repellent.
Jiali will join the training with enthusiasm. She traveled a lot and expects to keep doing it for a long time. She is always happy to learn new things, especially if they are useful and could save her life. However, she dislikes the lack of information on the job and on how long they will be stuck in the camp.
Maynard will also join the training. It is far different than his cloistered upbringing but he is grateful that Lathander has granted him the ability to learn new skills. Maynard will doff and stow his armor, for the time being.
Otwin does haven't to worry about armor too much, as a monk. He does have to worry about doing all these new things, so he follows the others to the dwarf in order to be trained in the the basic skills of rain catchers, water skins, and insect repellent.
He turns to the group and asks, "Does anyone know how to show off our camping skills? If we have any to begin with? After this training, should we all set camp out here in the open? I have a lot of questions, and perhaps together, we can figure out the answers, yes?"
Maynard will attempt to create a suitable campsite for himself. (This should be interesting) He briefly closes his eyes and casts Guidance on himself, imploring Lathander’s assistance with this attempt.
Brother Maynard pats Otwin on the shoulder and commiserates. (If you had asked, I could have used the help action to assist and, with DM approval, given you advantage on the skill check. In addition, with advanced notice, I can cast Guidance on you which would add a d4 to your ability check)
(For all: I will appreciate any help by suggestions on how to skillfully play a support character like a cleric. I usually play melee fighter types and leave the support to others, so this is new to me. I beg everyone’s forgiveness in advance for the mistakes I will invariably make.)
Nolla happily goes with the others to start training. She is always looking for new things to learn, and is an apt pupil, asking questions and wanting to learn how things work.
When suggested to try her hand at making a campfire and set up a campsite, she tries her hand at it...
Survival: 11
The fire is nothing to write home about, but it does produce flame and burns.
Rain gives up on her armor, stowing it for the time being, and eagerly joins in on the training. She watches Brother Maynard carefully and asks for his help and Guidance in setting up a campsite. "This is all very new to me. I spent some time in the forest at home, but more running and climbing than useful camping practice."
(Rolls assume advantage from Brother Maynard's help and his Guidance.)
Survival: 10 + 4 from Guidance
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(Hey, no problem Brother Maynard! Otwin had just learned how to make a campfire/set a campsite, so it would make sense that he didn't do the best on his first try. Otwin will remember about Guidance in the future however.)
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After the training with the dwarf, Jiali chooses one of the cleared out patches and sets up the wood for a small campfire in the pit next to it. Then she snapps her finger and the pile of wood starts burning withe a small but steady flame. Then she will search the camp for tents or other equipment, that would provide shelter from small animals or in case of havy rain.
Investigation: 18
She is worried that humidity could damage the book that, now more than ever, is her most valuable possession.
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Amodius sighs, unsure of whether he will be able to successfully create a campfire. Oh well, there is no harm in trying. He gathers a modest pile of dead leaves and twigs and splays his hand towards them, using eldritch blast in an attempt to light the fire.
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Rain watches Amodius' pile of twigs explode in a gust of magical force. She leans toward him and whispers, "I bet Marcel or Brother Maynard would be willing to help you out there."
She then approaches the dwarf, saying, "Good dwarf, I think I have the basics down, but I would be grateful for your training in making a rain catcher or insect repellant. My fur has always provided fair defense against bugs, but I imagine jungle insects are more persistent. My name is Rain, by the way. What should we call you?" She makes some small talk with the dwarf, attempting to draw out more information about his employer and the nature of the job they are hoping to get.
Persuasion: 7
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Marcel nods.
Marcel is a human with brown, short hair clumsily hangs over a fresh, tense face. Round brown eyes, set low within their sockets, watch readily over the group.
A sword strike left a mark reaching from just under the right eyebrow , running towards his right nostril and ending on his upper lip leaves an amusing memory of unfortunate adventures.
This is the face of Marcel Lowsteel, a true warrior among humans. He stands towering among others (6,4 ft), with his athletic frame.
He finds himself awkward socializing with new people on his new jorney on civilian life, but we makes due.
Marcel Lowsteel - Human Barbarian - lv 1 -Surviving Port Nyanzaru
Maynard adds, “At this point, forward is better than backward. I am with Rain on this one. First drink is on me to those who wish to pursue information on if the OTC has other recruiting locations.” Maynard surveys the crowd for their reaction as he hitches up his backpack.
Wilhorn Dustwater | Halfling, Lightfoot | Sorcerer, Divine Soul 2 / Warlock, Celestial 2 | Warriors, LMoP (NathanAscher -DM)
”I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” - Douglas Adams
"I agree with Brother Maynard. Perhaps at a tavern we can acquire information about what has happened with the OTC", Otwin states.
Otwin Soren - Level 1 Human Monk - Surviving Port Nyanzaru
"Well, if it is of any help, I have been here for the better part of the day for....reasons, and they did not take any people in. So either they are really slow to remove their advertising or this might be a test. You know... like just hire the people that are able to find them and make the trip to where ever they are. " Jiali looks around the group and finally lets her eyes rest on Maynard and smiles.
"Worst thing that can happened to us at this point is getting a free drink ."
With that she grabs the small backpack that was hidden behind a barrel and starts making her way towards the tavern.
If you happen to talk to the right barkeep or serving lad at the Thundering Lizard you might hear the following response when asked about the OTC:
”Eh? You another one that’s heard the rumors about Kimo, and want to get rich just like him, eh? Well, maybe you will, but let me tell you dem riches don’t last around here, and Kimo might have thought he was going to be the next Merchant Prince, but where is he now? Probably doing just fine back on his farmstead, but all his shops be closed, and me thinks it’s the end of his little run at fame. If you really want to find him, you’ll have to leave the city and walk past the Tiryki Anchorage to find his farm right on the edge of the jungle.”
It is hot and humid, but not unbearable in the shade. Wearing metal armor in the sun requires frequent constitution checks to avoid exhaustion and is almost never done except when battle is impossible to avoid.
The Tiryki Anchorage is reached by the south eastern city gate. The streets of the city are deserted when you walk through. Most buildings are boarded up. Despite the empty streets, exotic music echos as unseen musicians play an ensemble of different instruments from different rooftops. Rapid Tabla drumming, bright strings jangling, wind instruments singing, and tiny cymbals ringing.
The Tiryki Anchorage is obviously the slums compared to inside the city walls. The noise of birds, monkeys and other jungle beasts grows louder and louder until other sounds are drowned out only a short distance from the walls. The echoing music can still be heard.
A small campground just outside the entrance to the fenced perimeter of Friendship Farms waits for anyone looking for employment with OTC or the Seasoned Entrepreneur called Kimo by most locals. A silent dwarf with a long red beard and dressed only in a grass skirt tends to the campground, and shows each of the job seekers a private campsite around a large central clearing with a small patch of cleared ground for a sleeping and a fire pit. Carved totem poles abstracting jungle beasts decorate the entire campground at regular intervals.
The dwarf doesn’t volunteer much information other than training will begin once the boss man arrives. Until that time he encourages you to demonstrate or practice your camping skills here. He indicates he will train anyone in the basic skills of rain catchers, water skins, and insect repellent.
“Surviving Port Nyanzaru” - Dungeon Master Tier 1
Marcel askes the dwarf to train him on those skills, because he lacks knowledge on the survival skills on a jungle ambient.
Marcel Lowsteel - Human Barbarian - lv 1 -Surviving Port Nyanzaru
Jiali will join the training with enthusiasm. She traveled a lot and expects to keep doing it for a long time. She is always happy to learn new things, especially if they are useful and could save her life. However, she dislikes the lack of information on the job and on how long they will be stuck in the camp.
Maynard will also join the training. It is far different than his cloistered upbringing but he is grateful that Lathander has granted him the ability to learn new skills. Maynard will doff and stow his armor, for the time being.
Wilhorn Dustwater | Halfling, Lightfoot | Sorcerer, Divine Soul 2 / Warlock, Celestial 2 | Warriors, LMoP (NathanAscher -DM)
”I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” - Douglas Adams
Otwin does haven't to worry about armor too much, as a monk. He does have to worry about doing all these new things, so he follows the others to the dwarf in order to be trained in the the basic skills of rain catchers, water skins, and insect repellent.
He turns to the group and asks, "Does anyone know how to show off our camping skills? If we have any to begin with? After this training, should we all set camp out here in the open? I have a lot of questions, and perhaps together, we can figure out the answers, yes?"
Otwin Soren - Level 1 Human Monk - Surviving Port Nyanzaru
Marcel:" I have training in camping. What do you need to know?"
Marcel helps Otwin in various tasks normal to camping and explains them.
Survival: 11
Marcel Lowsteel - Human Barbarian - lv 1 -Surviving Port Nyanzaru
Maynard will attempt to create a suitable campsite for himself. (This should be interesting) He briefly closes his eyes and casts Guidance on himself, imploring Lathander’s assistance with this attempt.
Survival: 13 Plus guidance: 1
Wilhorn Dustwater | Halfling, Lightfoot | Sorcerer, Divine Soul 2 / Warlock, Celestial 2 | Warriors, LMoP (NathanAscher -DM)
”I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” - Douglas Adams
Otwin nods to Marcel, thankful for the help.
"Here goes nothing, fair companions!," Otwin says as he tries to make a campsite for himself as Marcel taught.
Survival : 9
Otwin Soren - Level 1 Human Monk - Surviving Port Nyanzaru
Brother Maynard pats Otwin on the shoulder and commiserates. (If you had asked, I could have used the help action to assist and, with DM approval, given you advantage on the skill check. In addition, with advanced notice, I can cast Guidance on you which would add a d4 to your ability check)
(For all: I will appreciate any help by suggestions on how to skillfully play a support character like a cleric. I usually play melee fighter types and leave the support to others, so this is new to me. I beg everyone’s forgiveness in advance for the mistakes I will invariably make.)
Wilhorn Dustwater | Halfling, Lightfoot | Sorcerer, Divine Soul 2 / Warlock, Celestial 2 | Warriors, LMoP (NathanAscher -DM)
”I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.” - Douglas Adams
Nolla happily goes with the others to start training. She is always looking for new things to learn, and is an apt pupil, asking questions and wanting to learn how things work.
When suggested to try her hand at making a campfire and set up a campsite, she tries her hand at it...
Survival: 11
The fire is nothing to write home about, but it does produce flame and burns.
Rain gives up on her armor, stowing it for the time being, and eagerly joins in on the training. She watches Brother Maynard carefully and asks for his help and Guidance in setting up a campsite. "This is all very new to me. I spent some time in the forest at home, but more running and climbing than useful camping practice."
(Rolls assume advantage from Brother Maynard's help and his Guidance.)
Survival: 10 + 4 from Guidance
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Marva Stormaventendrian - Level 1 Dragonborn Cleric of the Tempest - Looking for a campaign
(Oops! I forgot my -1 on Survival. So Rain actually rolls a 9 +4 = 13)
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Marva Stormaventendrian - Level 1 Dragonborn Cleric of the Tempest - Looking for a campaign
(Hey, no problem Brother Maynard! Otwin had just learned how to make a campfire/set a campsite, so it would make sense that he didn't do the best on his first try. Otwin will remember about Guidance in the future however.)
Otwin Soren - Level 1 Human Monk - Surviving Port Nyanzaru
After the training with the dwarf, Jiali chooses one of the cleared out patches and sets up the wood for a small campfire in the pit next to it. Then she snapps her finger and the pile of wood starts burning withe a small but steady flame. Then she will search the camp for tents or other equipment, that would provide shelter from small animals or in case of havy rain.
Investigation: 18
She is worried that humidity could damage the book that, now more than ever, is her most valuable possession.
Amodius sighs, unsure of whether he will be able to successfully create a campfire. Oh well, there is no harm in trying. He gathers a modest pile of dead leaves and twigs and splays his hand towards them, using eldritch blast in an attempt to light the fire.
Survival check: 9
Rain watches Amodius' pile of twigs explode in a gust of magical force. She leans toward him and whispers, "I bet Marcel or Brother Maynard would be willing to help you out there."
She then approaches the dwarf, saying, "Good dwarf, I think I have the basics down, but I would be grateful for your training in making a rain catcher or insect repellant. My fur has always provided fair defense against bugs, but I imagine jungle insects are more persistent. My name is Rain, by the way. What should we call you?" She makes some small talk with the dwarf, attempting to draw out more information about his employer and the nature of the job they are hoping to get.
Persuasion: 7
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Marva Stormaventendrian - Level 1 Dragonborn Cleric of the Tempest - Looking for a campaign