“Wait, so like, is that a normal thing that you do?” Cel says, gesturing towards the sleeping woman.
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Garumehr flies over to Faustus. "Can you read that thing?" He asks. Speaking with a nervous cadence, and extremely quickly, he continues on: "I've never been a place so big... back home, usually a map, is, you know, a squiggly line that says "river" and some triangles that say "mountain" and a star that says "village," and maybe a few little dots scattered about that mark things of interest. If you can read that thing, I say "go where the Ginger wants to go. You don't mind if I call you that, do you? My best friend was a cardinal, and I used to call him Ging-ey. Nice guy. A bit brash, but a nice guy. Very loud talker. This map... this just looks like those things that were painted in pyramids. Hi-roll-gryphons, I think they are called, in some place called Ejip? Have you heard of it? A bard I knew used to sing a song about their people... Walk Like An Ejipian, I think... maybe they are fast walkers? Do you know about them?"
He looks at Celsior, shocked, "Gosh, do people really bar senior citizens from drinking in places?" he asks, but keeps talking, this time to Weldric:
"Can you read this thing?" he asks, holding a map up. "I ate on the boat... sailed right through a school of seabass. What a meal! Something that doesn't taste like recycled water to drink would be great, however. Does anyone speak seagull? We would always say, 'under every circle of seagulls in the sky lies a buffet.' They are gourmands, you know, seagulls. Better than those yelping reviews you see on signs. The biggest flock of gulls are always the ones above the five-star restaurant. Their garbage tastes the best, you you fleshy people do waste an awful of food... failing the seagulls, watch which direction the rats are scurrying. Should I fly up and see where the gulls are hanging out, and head in that direction?"
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“I wasn’t talking about drinking, she can drink all she wants, I’m talking about picking people up and having them asleep in your arms. It just seems a little, I dunno, weird? For strangers?” Celsior says
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Garumehr looks at the two Dragonborn nearby, "you dragon-like folk don't have--" he holds his hands up and flaps them like wings "do you?" He bumps into a lamp post with his actual wings and apologizes to it.
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Weldric looks at Garumehr with a grin. “No...we can't fly nor do we have wings...we can use our breath as a weapon though...and it seems none of us can read these maps. Just...fly around a bit and see what you can”. Weldric tries not to let his irritation show towards this nonstop talking avian...😜
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Garumehr looks at Jaikul and tries to flatten his crown feathers. "Well that would come in handy back home, and fit my backstory than the skills I somehow have. It's as though my creator wasn't thinking."
"When I eat something with a lot of garlic, or spicy, I get really bad halitosis," Garumehr says to Weldric. "Once, when I was just a hatchling, a lady named Sue She made me some interesting food. It came with some green stuff that was quite spicy, though I thought it was doing more damage to me than to anyone I breathed on..." relieved to be given social permission to escape from the crowd of people on the street, Garumehr flies up onto the rooftops, and looks for sign of a place for the travellers to refresh themselves with food and drink, because nothing else ever happens in such establishments in D&D.
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Garumehr looks at Jaikul and tries to flatten his crown feathers. "Well that would come in handy back home, and fit my backstory than the skills I somehow have. It's as though my creator wasn't thinking."
"When I eat something with a lot of garlic, or spicy, I get really bad halitosis," Garumehr says to Weldric. "Once, when I was just a hatchling, a lady named Sue She made me some interesting food. It came with some green stuff that was quite spicy, though I thought it was doing more damage to me than to anyone I breathed on..." relieved to be given social permission to escape from the crowd of people on the street, Garumehr flies up onto the rooftops, and looks for sign of a place for the travellers to refresh themselves with food and drink, because nothing else ever happens in such establishments in D&D.
Celsior nods in agreement. “If this group is gonna go anywhere, it’s straight to jail” he chuckles.
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Faustus chimes in, “I’m not known for starting trouble, but I have been known for ending it.” His lips tighten in an almost imperceptible smile.
To his new bird-man friend, “You friend, can call me anything you’d like. No, I can’t make heads or tails out of this so-called map. And I don’t think I recall ever hearing about Ejip.
Bryttin nods appreciation to the Copper Dragonborn that picked her up and promptly falls asleep in his arms and begins to snore loudly.
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
“Wait, so like, is that a normal thing that you do?” Cel says, gesturing towards the sleeping woman.
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Garumehr flies over to Faustus. "Can you read that thing?" He asks. Speaking with a nervous cadence, and extremely quickly, he continues on: "I've never been a place so big... back home, usually a map, is, you know, a squiggly line that says "river" and some triangles that say "mountain" and a star that says "village," and maybe a few little dots scattered about that mark things of interest. If you can read that thing, I say "go where the Ginger wants to go. You don't mind if I call you that, do you? My best friend was a cardinal, and I used to call him Ging-ey. Nice guy. A bit brash, but a nice guy. Very loud talker. This map... this just looks like those things that were painted in pyramids. Hi-roll-gryphons, I think they are called, in some place called Ejip? Have you heard of it? A bard I knew used to sing a song about their people... Walk Like An Ejipian, I think... maybe they are fast walkers? Do you know about them?"
He looks at Celsior, shocked, "Gosh, do people really bar senior citizens from drinking in places?" he asks, but keeps talking, this time to Weldric:
"Can you read this thing?" he asks, holding a map up. "I ate on the boat... sailed right through a school of seabass. What a meal! Something that doesn't taste like recycled water to drink would be great, however. Does anyone speak seagull? We would always say, 'under every circle of seagulls in the sky lies a buffet.' They are gourmands, you know, seagulls. Better than those yelping reviews you see on signs. The biggest flock of gulls are always the ones above the five-star restaurant. Their garbage tastes the best, you you fleshy people do waste an awful of food... failing the seagulls, watch which direction the rats are scurrying. Should I fly up and see where the gulls are hanging out, and head in that direction?"
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“I wasn’t talking about drinking, she can drink all she wants, I’m talking about picking people up and having them asleep in your arms. It just seems a little, I dunno, weird? For strangers?” Celsior says
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Garumehr looks at the two Dragonborn nearby, "you dragon-like folk don't have--" he holds his hands up and flaps them like wings "do you?" He bumps into a lamp post with his actual wings and apologizes to it.
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Weldric looks at Garumehr with a grin. “No...we can't fly nor do we have wings...we can use our breath as a weapon though...and it seems none of us can read these maps. Just...fly around a bit and see what you can”. Weldric tries not to let his irritation show towards this nonstop talking avian...😜
"I have ways to convince animals I mean no harm, but I cannot exactly speak with them."
Garumehr looks at Jaikul and tries to flatten his crown feathers. "Well that would come in handy back home, and fit my backstory than the skills I somehow have. It's as though my creator wasn't thinking."
"When I eat something with a lot of garlic, or spicy, I get really bad halitosis," Garumehr says to Weldric. "Once, when I was just a hatchling, a lady named Sue She made me some interesting food. It came with some green stuff that was quite spicy, though I thought it was doing more damage to me than to anyone I breathed on..." relieved to be given social permission to escape from the crowd of people on the street, Garumehr flies up onto the rooftops, and looks for sign of a place for the travellers to refresh themselves with food and drink, because nothing else ever happens in such establishments in D&D.
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oooh, 9, he's going to suggest everyone walks into the sea
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"While the sea does hold its own beauty, I would prefer not," Jaikul chuckles.
(Smokehorn, are you wait for the other characters to respond?)
You find a place to eat and drink.
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Weldric looks above at Garumher soaring around the general vicinity. “Narcoleptic dwarves...annoying bird men...sigh...” he thinks to himself...
Celsior nods in agreement. “If this group is gonna go anywhere, it’s straight to jail” he chuckles.
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“Well I hope we make it to a pub before then...I’ve heard jail food leaves a bit to be desired...”
Jaikul stirs himself from his reverie "Jail? I should hope not! I am sure there is someone in the group that could talk our way out of that."
Weldric smiles at Jaikul. “No...nobody’s going to jail...I hope...as long as everybody minds their manners I’m sure all will be well.”
Faustus chimes in, “I’m not known for starting trouble, but I have been known for ending it.” His lips tighten in an almost imperceptible smile.
To his new bird-man friend, “You friend, can call me anything you’d like. No, I can’t make heads or tails out of this so-called map. And I don’t think I recall ever hearing about Ejip.
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