By this point Faloniir is eager to hit the bricks and take in all that Port Nyanzaru has to offer. Before the party departs he will ask Wakanga a few questions more, "Master O'Tamu, is anyone allowed to compete in the Dinosaur races? If so, how might one go about competing? Do you own your own dinosaur? Have you considered the possible benefits of having a hadrosaur in the race, as they say? One that has your name painted on the side? I imagine a champion dinosaur standing atop a podium with your name painted on it for all to see would be good for business. Not to mention the fortune to be made putting the champion dinosaur out to stud. Hells, you could even just sell the se-" Faloniir catches himself and clears his throat before continuing, "...the seed."
Faloniir is not so subtly trying to weasel his way into the dinosaur race, the Soulmonger a distant and intangible threat in the face of living, breathing dinosaurs.
"Now and then a trainer may need someone to ride the dinosaur, and, no, I'm not involved in the sport aside from being a spectator on occasion. I appreciate your enthusiasm, Faloniir, but I have sufficient responsibilities and a few diversions to occupy my time."
After draining his glass of tej, he adds, "You could visit the dinosaur pens in Tiryki Anchorage. If any trainer is in need, that might be a place to start a conversation."
(I'm assuming that party members may be going in different directions after departing Wakanga's villa; I merely need to know who's with whom and where you're headed)
Faloniir absorbs as much of Port Nyanzaru as he can while weaving his way through the crowded streets. The steady mist continues to fall, ensuring that his clothes are damp by the time he arrives at the pens in the Anchorage. Faloniir can tell the less prosperous and, probably, the more rugged residents live in this part of the city that lies outside the walls.
Two Chultan men, one of whom is significantly older and greyer than the other, are having a lively discussion near a pen that houses a triceratops.
Faloniir will keep a hand on his coin pouch and keep an eye out for sticky fingers as he makes his way through the bustle. Upon spying the two men and the triceratops, he will inspect the nearby pens, genuinely interested in their contents, but also attempting to hear what the men are discussing.
Eldeth will thank Wakanga and inquire about any places in town that trade or sell magic items -- she's just window shopping at the moment, she explains hastily, but she'd like to see what the port town has to offer.
Matthias would go with Rasp, personally he is more on the side of finishing the mission than to enjoy the sights of Chult. He'd mutter to Rasp. "Let them have their fun. Plenty of area to scan over while we're here, might as well enjoy our time."
Edrik watches Faloniir go. "Well, hopefully he will learn something at the race. I suppose he's at least eager to act."
He then turns to Syndra, "Earlier you had mentioned accomodations. Is something arranged for us, or do we need to find somewhere ourselves? We should take care of that and then see what we can learn here in Port Nyanzaru. Or those who are not heading off to see the races?" He glances at the others to see if they are staying or going after Faloniir.
"Lodgings will be your responsibility, Edrik," answers Syndra. "The Monkey's Fist or Kaya's Repose are the only options you have. The first is less expensive but less restful, if you understand my meaning."
Faloniir will keep a hand on his coin pouch and keep an eye out for sticky fingers as he makes his way through the bustle. Upon spying the two men and the triceratops, he will inspect the nearby pens, genuinely interested in their contents, but also attempting to hear what the men are discussing.
As Faloniir draws within earshot, he realizes the two men are speaking in a Chultan tongue: a mix of exhaled and inhaled vowels, consonants, and tongue clicks. Their conversation continues for a minute or two, with no shortage of gesticulating and pointing toward the triceratops. When at last they seem to have resolved their matter, the younger of the two Chultans calls out to Faloniir. "Measuring up the racers before placing a bet today, stranger?"
Eldeth will thank Wakanga and inquire about any places in town that trade or sell magic items -- she's just window shopping at the moment, she explains hastily, but she'd like to see what the port town has to offer.
With his characteristic toothy grin, Wakanga replies, "There are but two sources for things magical, Eldeth. Ekene-Afa can provide you with weapons and shields. And I am the source for potions and spell scrolls. Anything else for sale in Port Nyanzaru is...how shall I say it?...outside the blessing of the merchant princes. I have many potions available at this time if you are interested."
"Do you not have crafters of magical items, then?" Eldeth asks. "Rings or wands or the like?"She blushes, afraid that she's implied something illegal. "As I've said, I'm not looking to purchase at the moment, only get an idea of the skills available, so if it solely you and one of your, uh, kin, then it must be of a high-quality level, I have no doubt."
"There is no viable market in Port Nyanzaru for such items, Eldeth. None can afford their cost; therefore, investing time and money in constructing such items is not worthwhile. Any ring or wand for sale here will be done on the black market, and it will likely be something that was stolen or found upon someone who met his demise in the jungle."
Eldeth's remark about the high quality of Chultan-made items elicits a soft chuckle from Wakanga.
Faloniir will casually look over at the man, "Hmm? Oh, hello. I'm looking to participate in the racing actually. You wouldn't happen to know of any teams looking for a rider would you? I'm not interested in pay nor winnings, only glory."
Still flushing, Eldeth will make her excuses to leave as well -- something about ensuring the group gets rooms for the night before all the beds are gone -- before she can put her foot in her mouth further. She'll make her way towards the Monkey's Fist and the Red Bazaar, for some additional supplies.
"I recommend reconvening at The Monkey's Fist when dusk arrives," the Kenku called to the dispersing party, throwing a parting question towards Wakanga once most of the party had left, voice expressionless and gaze hard. "Wakanga. You deal in magical equipment, and yet you allude to magical items as difficult to legally obtain. As a merchant prince, I am certain you do not tolerate competition to your domain - and from my experience, merchants often either change the laws to legalize an immoral industry or assimilate the more uncouth businesses into their practices. I ask not because I demand righteousness; I am simply dedicated to eradicating this curse, and I wish for any possible benefit to my toolkit. Are you willing to divulge more information on the market?"
Rasp halted as Matthias approached the door, throwing a sideways glance towards the noble. The Kenku hesitated for a moment. "You are the last I expected to hear those words from," the Kenku spoke, recalling their last conversation. The Kenku's intonation didn't denote condemnation; in fact, his tone affected the slightest hint of approval. "Very well. Let us walk."
Rasp's first imperative was to locate a reputable source of information - and, as a Paladin himself, Rasp found the most appropriate location to begin was a simple; (OOC Edit; thank you Culuril for reminding me about Wakanga's suggestion) Rasp headed towards the Temple of Savras.
Hearing Rasp and Matthias speak of sticking together, Edrik offers to join them. "I would suggest we start with the Temple of Savras as the merchant prince suggested it. But if you think you have a different choice, I'm willing to bend to that."
Matthias simply shrugs. "Me personally, I already got all the poison out of my system in Baldur's Gate, for now. I'm here for a job, main priority is the job." He'd give a glance back at the paladin as they walk down the street. He'd mutter low so the locals would not hear the conversation as the three would walk to the shrine. "I have a gut feeling one of these princes could be involved. From my experience, in a circle of nobles, there is always one that wants the bigger share and they certainly like their leverage."
(Barkas may be with any of the following groups...)
At the dinosaur pens in Tiryki Anchorage...
"A glory seeker!" calls out the older of the two Chultan men. "Excellent. My name Kahu, and here is my nephew Teron."
Teron nods and says, "Greetings, but I ask you now to refuse my uncle's offer. I know what he is..."
"Enough!" says Kahu firmly but good-naturedly to his nephew. "Allow our visitor to hear and decide!"
Kahu then explains to Faloniir that the triceratops is slated to race today but her rider has unfortunately found himself within the confines of the Port's jail. Gorumi--for that is the triceratops' name--doesn't always welcome unfamiliar people into her pen, however.
Among the vendors at the Red Bazaar...
Eldeth sees her first Chultan canoes, and ponders sitting within one and paddling upstream for several day. The cost for one is fifty pieces of gold, and she confirms that one canoe can hold six individuals, but two would be necessary to accommodate the party's gear. Additionally, she sees items for sale that are somewhat exclusive to the land of Chult: insect repellent, rain catchers, tej, yklwas, light tropical clothing, and wooden shields.
As she moves through the crowd, Eldethbumps into a female half-orc dressed in priestly robes. The white gauntlet of Torm hangs from her neck. "How clumsy of me. I am sorry!"
The half-orc then looks about, as if she's trying to locate someone or something. "Canoes. Have you seen them? I fear I may need to make use of one."
And within Wakanga's villa...
"Divulge more information on the market?" repeats the merchant prince to Rasp. "I will say only this, paladin. If it exists, then you must look for it outside the city walls. If it offers you what you want, then you can expect to pay a bit extra for it. If it leads to your arrest, then I will know and do nothing about it."
And not far from the Temple of Savras...
Rasp, Matthias, and Edrik are walking through the mist when a Chultan man stumbles up to them and whispers, "Speak to the wise guardian of Orolunga, east of Mbala. She can direct you to that which you seek." He then, inexplicably, collapses and is unconscious.
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Faloniir listens to Kahu, nodding as the older man tells his tale. When the man is done, Faloniir will turn to Teron and say, "I have heard your uncle's piece and I would now like to hear yours if you would tell it."
If Teron's tale is just that Gorumi is temperamental and might viciously maul and or trample him if he steps into her pen, he will take the chance.
The Wyrmheart Mine is unfamiliar to Eldeth.
"Now and then a trainer may need someone to ride the dinosaur, and, no, I'm not involved in the sport aside from being a spectator on occasion. I appreciate your enthusiasm, Faloniir, but I have sufficient responsibilities and a few diversions to occupy my time."
After draining his glass of tej, he adds, "You could visit the dinosaur pens in Tiryki Anchorage. If any trainer is in need, that might be a place to start a conversation."
Faloniir is already halfway out the door on his way to the dinosaur pens when Wakanga finishes.
(I'm assuming that party members may be going in different directions after departing Wakanga's villa; I merely need to know who's with whom and where you're headed)
Faloniir absorbs as much of Port Nyanzaru as he can while weaving his way through the crowded streets. The steady mist continues to fall, ensuring that his clothes are damp by the time he arrives at the pens in the Anchorage. Faloniir can tell the less prosperous and, probably, the more rugged residents live in this part of the city that lies outside the walls.
Two Chultan men, one of whom is significantly older and greyer than the other, are having a lively discussion near a pen that houses a triceratops.
Faloniir will keep a hand on his coin pouch and keep an eye out for sticky fingers as he makes his way through the bustle. Upon spying the two men and the triceratops, he will inspect the nearby pens, genuinely interested in their contents, but also attempting to hear what the men are discussing.
Eldeth will thank Wakanga and inquire about any places in town that trade or sell magic items -- she's just window shopping at the moment, she explains hastily, but she'd like to see what the port town has to offer.
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Matthias would go with Rasp, personally he is more on the side of finishing the mission than to enjoy the sights of Chult. He'd mutter to Rasp. "Let them have their fun. Plenty of area to scan over while we're here, might as well enjoy our time."
Edrik watches Faloniir go. "Well, hopefully he will learn something at the race. I suppose he's at least eager to act."
He then turns to Syndra, "Earlier you had mentioned accomodations. Is something arranged for us, or do we need to find somewhere ourselves? We should take care of that and then see what we can learn here in Port Nyanzaru. Or those who are not heading off to see the races?" He glances at the others to see if they are staying or going after Faloniir.
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
"Lodgings will be your responsibility, Edrik," answers Syndra. "The Monkey's Fist or Kaya's Repose are the only options you have. The first is less expensive but less restful, if you understand my meaning."
As Faloniir draws within earshot, he realizes the two men are speaking in a Chultan tongue: a mix of exhaled and inhaled vowels, consonants, and tongue clicks. Their conversation continues for a minute or two, with no shortage of gesticulating and pointing toward the triceratops. When at last they seem to have resolved their matter, the younger of the two Chultans calls out to Faloniir. "Measuring up the racers before placing a bet today, stranger?"
With his characteristic toothy grin, Wakanga replies, "There are but two sources for things magical, Eldeth. Ekene-Afa can provide you with weapons and shields. And I am the source for potions and spell scrolls. Anything else for sale in Port Nyanzaru is...how shall I say it?...outside the blessing of the merchant princes. I have many potions available at this time if you are interested."
"Do you not have crafters of magical items, then?" Eldeth asks. "Rings or wands or the like?" She blushes, afraid that she's implied something illegal. "As I've said, I'm not looking to purchase at the moment, only get an idea of the skills available, so if it solely you and one of your, uh, kin, then it must be of a high-quality level, I have no doubt."
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Shayone | Hobgoblin | Sorcerer | Netherdeep
"There is no viable market in Port Nyanzaru for such items, Eldeth. None can afford their cost; therefore, investing time and money in constructing such items is not worthwhile. Any ring or wand for sale here will be done on the black market, and it will likely be something that was stolen or found upon someone who met his demise in the jungle."
Eldeth's remark about the high quality of Chultan-made items elicits a soft chuckle from Wakanga.
Faloniir will casually look over at the man, "Hmm? Oh, hello. I'm looking to participate in the racing actually. You wouldn't happen to know of any teams looking for a rider would you? I'm not interested in pay nor winnings, only glory."
Still flushing, Eldeth will make her excuses to leave as well -- something about ensuring the group gets rooms for the night before all the beds are gone -- before she can put her foot in her mouth further. She'll make her way towards the Monkey's Fist and the Red Bazaar, for some additional supplies.
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Shayone | Hobgoblin | Sorcerer | Netherdeep
"I recommend reconvening at The Monkey's Fist when dusk arrives," the Kenku called to the dispersing party, throwing a parting question towards Wakanga once most of the party had left, voice expressionless and gaze hard. "Wakanga. You deal in magical equipment, and yet you allude to magical items as difficult to legally obtain. As a merchant prince, I am certain you do not tolerate competition to your domain - and from my experience, merchants often either change the laws to legalize an immoral industry or assimilate the more uncouth businesses into their practices. I ask not because I demand righteousness; I am simply dedicated to eradicating this curse, and I wish for any possible benefit to my toolkit. Are you willing to divulge more information on the market?"
Rasp halted as Matthias approached the door, throwing a sideways glance towards the noble. The Kenku hesitated for a moment. "You are the last I expected to hear those words from," the Kenku spoke, recalling their last conversation. The Kenku's intonation didn't denote condemnation; in fact, his tone affected the slightest hint of approval. "Very well. Let us walk."
Rasp's first imperative was to locate a reputable source of information - and, as a Paladin himself, Rasp found the most appropriate location to begin was a simple; (OOC Edit; thank you Culuril for reminding me about Wakanga's suggestion) Rasp headed towards the Temple of Savras.
Hearing Rasp and Matthias speak of sticking together, Edrik offers to join them. "I would suggest we start with the Temple of Savras as the merchant prince suggested it. But if you think you have a different choice, I'm willing to bend to that."
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Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Matthias simply shrugs. "Me personally, I already got all the poison out of my system in Baldur's Gate, for now. I'm here for a job, main priority is the job." He'd give a glance back at the paladin as they walk down the street. He'd mutter low so the locals would not hear the conversation as the three would walk to the shrine. "I have a gut feeling one of these princes could be involved. From my experience, in a circle of nobles, there is always one that wants the bigger share and they certainly like their leverage."
(Barkas may be with any of the following groups...)
At the dinosaur pens in Tiryki Anchorage...
"A glory seeker!" calls out the older of the two Chultan men. "Excellent. My name Kahu, and here is my nephew Teron."
Teron nods and says, "Greetings, but I ask you now to refuse my uncle's offer. I know what he is..."
"Enough!" says Kahu firmly but good-naturedly to his nephew. "Allow our visitor to hear and decide!"
Kahu then explains to Faloniir that the triceratops is slated to race today but her rider has unfortunately found himself within the confines of the Port's jail. Gorumi--for that is the triceratops' name--doesn't always welcome unfamiliar people into her pen, however.
Among the vendors at the Red Bazaar...
Eldeth sees her first Chultan canoes, and ponders sitting within one and paddling upstream for several day. The cost for one is fifty pieces of gold, and she confirms that one canoe can hold six individuals, but two would be necessary to accommodate the party's gear. Additionally, she sees items for sale that are somewhat exclusive to the land of Chult: insect repellent, rain catchers, tej, yklwas, light tropical clothing, and wooden shields.
As she moves through the crowd, Eldeth bumps into a female half-orc dressed in priestly robes. The white gauntlet of Torm hangs from her neck. "How clumsy of me. I am sorry!"
The half-orc then looks about, as if she's trying to locate someone or something. "Canoes. Have you seen them? I fear I may need to make use of one."
And within Wakanga's villa...
"Divulge more information on the market?" repeats the merchant prince to Rasp. "I will say only this, paladin. If it exists, then you must look for it outside the city walls. If it offers you what you want, then you can expect to pay a bit extra for it. If it leads to your arrest, then I will know and do nothing about it."
And not far from the Temple of Savras...
Rasp, Matthias, and Edrik are walking through the mist when a Chultan man stumbles up to them and whispers, "Speak to the wise guardian of Orolunga, east of Mbala. She can direct you to that which you seek." He then, inexplicably, collapses and is unconscious.
Faloniir listens to Kahu, nodding as the older man tells his tale. When the man is done, Faloniir will turn to Teron and say, "I have heard your uncle's piece and I would now like to hear yours if you would tell it."
If Teron's tale is just that Gorumi is temperamental and might viciously maul and or trample him if he steps into her pen, he will take the chance.
Animal Handling: 7
Perception (in case of pickpocketing/checking that she still has everything): 2
Insight (to see if this is an act or not): 22
Birgit | Shifter | Sorcerer | Dragonlords
Shayone | Hobgoblin | Sorcerer | Netherdeep