You all hear Orvi shout. The Golden Lining begins its slow decent downward, through the clouds. It’s a fine day with light cloud, warm sun and a gentle breeze. As the clouds part around the belly of the ship, you see a lush island below. It is a wedge shape, featuring a beautiful white sand beach adorning the foot of it, which runs into the water and the island is an incremental climb westward, getting higher on a steady gradient. A steep drop threatens the most western and highest part of the island, with sharp rocks and violent, churning waves dancing at the foot of the cliffs.
“Isn’t she beautiful?” Ruven states, with a look of admiration for the natural beauty. “I hope you packed for the heat! It’s lovely and humid down there.”
Liam leans back to whisper to Gregor, "And I'll bet you two silver that's just what they WANT you to think. They'll actually be found over there on the northeast side of the island, about midway up the slopes."
Crispy put on her leather armor, buttoning up and attaching the straps, then sheaths her well oiled short swords in their scabbards along her right hip. She makes sure the brass knuckles she took are in her right pocket. She holds her old officer insignia badge in the palm of her hand, the sunlight glinting upon it as she gently moves her hand and allows it to catch the sun. It takes her back to a time where things were darker, things were much more violent, and where things were lost. A time where she spent countless hours on the wrong side, where mistakes were made, and ideals were very grey. She meant well, she truly did, and there was a lot of hurt inside, a lot of rules broken. She was glad to escape it all. Maybe this was the change she needed.
She takes a brief moment and stares into the horizon to reflect before popping back to the present, overhearing the lizardman and the half-orc make silly bets. She smiles to herself, rolling her eyes, and walks over to Chubby and pats him on the back.
The ship lowers slowly and with a solid thud, embeds itself into the soft white sand. Walkways are cast down from the ship for you to disembark. As Chubby asks Ruven where he's building, he slides over an empty crate for him to stand on for a clear view, and as he pops his eyes over the side of the ship, you can see a large area, just up from the beach, construction has already begun. Numerous stonemason Dwarves are chipping away at marble and stone, and tents are peppered all over the lush green field. "A small makeshift camp centre has been established already, complete with a herbalist and medical supply tent, blacksmith, bakery and general food preparation and a large common area. " Ruven states as he guides you off the ship. "If you'd be to good as to follow me..."
He leads you through a winding path, littered with tents which eventually opens up to a large, hardy looking tent with "Barracks" painted on a sign out the front. This is a large circus looking round tent with a sizeable area out behind, containing various kinds of training dummies. "Welcome, to your very own space. It is centrally located within the camp in case of emergency. Please, make yourselves at home. I believe the site foreman, Barry, will be around soon to greet you."
Nia walked off the ship wearing her fancy robes. She seemed inordinately pleased with the pointy red hat with WIZARD spelt out with green stones and whistled a jaunty marching tune as she walked. At Crispy's nervous question Nia giggled and pointed the elf at the bakery. "There! You go and ask them for some yeast. Hope we have the time to actually make the homebrew!"
Heads and eyes follow you as you enter the camp. It would seem as you are anticipated visitors.
"In the common tent, Chubby. I will have to make sure I organise a special delivery for yourself." Ruven responds with a chuckle. "I would not have dreamt of employing so many Dwarves without Ale as part of the contract."
I would like to retcon the site foreman’s name- Garry, not Barry. (You’ll see why and I was away from my notes haha)
Shortly after Ruven walks you to your tent a tall, large, grey figure saunters over to greet you all;
”G’day fellas and sheilas. Welcome to paradice!” Large, bulky open arms greet you as a Gargoyle, walking on feet with three large talons approaches the tent. “Garry. Nice to meet ya.” He shakes Chubby’s hand forcefully. “Garry. Nice to meet ya.” He shakes Gregor’s hand just as firmly. “Garry. Nice to meet ya.” He shakes Liam’s hand vigorously. “Garry. Pleasure to meet ya.” He holds Crispy’s fingers and gingerly kisses the back of her hand. “Garry. How ya doin’” He shakes Nia’s hand in an overexaggerated up.down. But with a surprisingly soft grip.
Nia grinned at him. "Pleasure's mine, good sir! Nia Aeryn Geraldine Ruby Avellone Nicolanda Redfallow IV, at your service!" She exclaimed cheerfully. Of course, only "Nia' and 'Redfallow' were true, but that didn't seem to bother her.
Being a fellow dwarf, what can I tell from the construction we've seen so far? i.e. What kind of local materials are they using? Is it being mined from the island, or is it shipped in?
To Garry/Barry: "Hail and well met, my friend! It looks like you're doing an excellent job here! Right tight work crew. Tip top. We're here to help, and definitely not get in your way. That being said, is there anything we should know about this island? Any disturbances? Strange noises coming from the jungle? Disturbing occurrences in the mine? And most importantly, how's the ale?"
Crispy looked relieved at the fact that Nia was trying to help, and as it was made evident that there was something to drink around these parts, she smiled that dazzling smile and with her thumb and forefinger playfully squeezed Nias cheek playfully. “Thanks, you.” She grinned. “By the way. Love the hat.”
Upon meeting B’garry she accepts the “handshake”, saying “Finally..” Looking at Liam, “..a gentleman in these parts.”
”Im sure they have a bathroom.” Crispy whispers to Nia, winking. "And wow, you have a really long name."
Liam looks visibly surprised upon meeting Garry, accepting the handshake with more motor memory than actual intention. He raises and eyebrow and mutters to himself as Garry turns to greet Crispy and Nia. "Garry...the Gargoyle?"
Being a fellow dwarf, what can I tell from the construction we've seen so far? i.e. What kind of local materials are they using? Is it being mined from the island, or is it shipped in?
To Garry/Barry: "Hail and well met, my friend! It looks like you're doing an excellent job here! Right tight work crew. Tip top. We're here to help, and definitely not get in your way. That being said, is there anything we should know about this island? Any disturbances? Strange noises coming from the jungle? Disturbing occurrences in the mine? And most importantly, how's the ale?"
This definitely looks imported. It looks like a prefabricated assembly from the mainland which looks familiar to you. Currently, they are simply assembling and sculpting the stone. The only local materials they seem to be using for this construction is bamboo scaffolding from the trees to help them with construction.
Barry says “Thankyou my friend. You must be Chubby, welcome! I hope you’ll feel right at home here in the camp.” He takes a moment and looks at Ruven. “Sir.” He says, shaking his hand politely. “Glad to see you back on site.”
”Only here for a few hours, Garry. I’ll be departing back to the mainland tomorrow to continue business. Everything here looks... Under control?” He responds to Garry.
”Yessir. I will ahhh, brief the new recruits right away on the ahhhh ‘issue’- Everything else is well under way.”
”Very good.” Ruvan responds. He turns to you all. “I wish you the best. I look foreward to seeing what you uncover!”
”Follow me, guys.” Garry says as he walks you into your tent. It is a large circular rent with a sizable wood pillar in the centre, which has square storage compartments cut into it. There is a large hardwood table in ome section of the tent which has an unlit lantern sitting on it, surrounded by paperwork. He takes a poece of parchment off the table and hands one to each of you. It has a quick scribble of the campsite on the beach and an outlike of the island. The rest, is left blank. “‘Ere ya go!” He says, handing it to each of you.
So. You all have a job to do! ... What? Don’t look at me like that. You knew your task was to map the island when you joined this campaign. I will attach the map on the campaign home screen as well as here. Download it, and fill it in as we adventure. I thought it might be fun for you all to cross check your drawings as you go, and see what you produce! You can digitally edit it, or download it, print it, draw on it and re- upload... It’s up to you. As long as someone is keeping a track of the mapping for the group.
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“Land ahoy!”
You all hear Orvi shout. The Golden Lining begins its slow decent downward, through the clouds. It’s a fine day with light cloud, warm sun and a gentle breeze. As the clouds part around the belly of the ship, you see a lush island below. It is a wedge shape, featuring a beautiful white sand beach adorning the foot of it, which runs into the water and the island is an incremental climb westward, getting higher on a steady gradient. A steep drop threatens the most western and highest part of the island, with sharp rocks and violent, churning waves dancing at the foot of the cliffs.
“Isn’t she beautiful?” Ruven states, with a look of admiration for the natural beauty. “I hope you packed for the heat! It’s lovely and humid down there.”
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"Humid? I'd take off my top, but then we'd get nothing done." Crispy states plainly. "Look at that paradise down there. I could get used to this."
Chubby: “Where on the island, sir, are you planning on building?”
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Gregor leans down to whisper to Liam “ten copper that evil bad guys be being in western scary looking part of island”
Liam leans back to whisper to Gregor, "And I'll bet you two silver that's just what they WANT you to think. They'll actually be found over there on the northeast side of the island, about midway up the slopes."
Crispy put on her leather armor, buttoning up and attaching the straps, then sheaths her well oiled short swords in their scabbards along her right hip. She makes sure the brass knuckles she took are in her right pocket. She holds her old officer insignia badge in the palm of her hand, the sunlight glinting upon it as she gently moves her hand and allows it to catch the sun. It takes her back to a time where things were darker, things were much more violent, and where things were lost. A time where she spent countless hours on the wrong side, where mistakes were made, and ideals were very grey. She meant well, she truly did, and there was a lot of hurt inside, a lot of rules broken. She was glad to escape it all. Maybe this was the change she needed.
She takes a brief moment and stares into the horizon to reflect before popping back to the present, overhearing the lizardman and the half-orc make silly bets. She smiles to herself, rolling her eyes, and walks over to Chubby and pats him on the back.
The ship lowers slowly and with a solid thud, embeds itself into the soft white sand. Walkways are cast down from the ship for you to disembark. As Chubby asks Ruven where he's building, he slides over an empty crate for him to stand on for a clear view, and as he pops his eyes over the side of the ship, you can see a large area, just up from the beach, construction has already begun. Numerous stonemason Dwarves are chipping away at marble and stone, and tents are peppered all over the lush green field.
"A small makeshift camp centre has been established already, complete with a herbalist and medical supply tent, blacksmith, bakery and general food preparation and a large common area. " Ruven states as he guides you off the ship. "If you'd be to good as to follow me..."
He leads you through a winding path, littered with tents which eventually opens up to a large, hardy looking tent with "Barracks" painted on a sign out the front. This is a large circus looking round tent with a sizeable area out behind, containing various kinds of training dummies. "Welcome, to your very own space. It is centrally located within the camp in case of emergency. Please, make yourselves at home. I believe the site foreman, Barry, will be around soon to greet you."
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”Uhh..” Crispy looks around nervously. “Where is the bar...? Or..the drinks that are alcoholic in nature...?”
Nia walked off the ship wearing her fancy robes. She seemed inordinately pleased with the pointy red hat with WIZARD spelt out with green stones and whistled a jaunty marching tune as she walked. At Crispy's nervous question Nia giggled and pointed the elf at the bakery. "There! You go and ask them for some yeast. Hope we have the time to actually make the homebrew!"
Heads and eyes follow you as you enter the camp. It would seem as you are anticipated visitors.
"In the common tent, Chubby. I will have to make sure I organise a special delivery for yourself." Ruven responds with a chuckle. "I would not have dreamt of employing so many Dwarves without Ale as part of the contract."
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Nia snickered, "Or that." She murmured.
I would like to retcon the site foreman’s name- Garry, not Barry. (You’ll see why and I was away from my notes haha)
Shortly after Ruven walks you to your tent a tall, large, grey figure saunters over to greet you all;
”G’day fellas and sheilas. Welcome to paradice!” Large, bulky open arms greet you as a Gargoyle, walking on feet with three large talons approaches the tent. “Garry. Nice to meet ya.” He shakes Chubby’s hand forcefully. “Garry. Nice to meet ya.” He shakes Gregor’s hand just as firmly. “Garry. Nice to meet ya.” He shakes Liam’s hand vigorously. “Garry. Pleasure to meet ya.” He holds Crispy’s fingers and gingerly kisses the back of her hand. “Garry. How ya doin’” He shakes Nia’s hand in an overexaggerated up.down. But with a surprisingly soft grip.
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Nia grinned at him. "Pleasure's mine, good sir! Nia Aeryn Geraldine Ruby Avellone Nicolanda Redfallow IV, at your service!" She exclaimed cheerfully. Of course, only "Nia' and 'Redfallow' were true, but that didn't seem to bother her.
“Oh! Well...” He exclaims, looking impressed. He stands up stright, tidies his cloak, brushes some dirt off his shoulder and clears his throat.
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Being a fellow dwarf, what can I tell from the construction we've seen so far? i.e. What kind of local materials are they using? Is it being mined from the island, or is it shipped in?
To Garry/Barry: "Hail and well met, my friend! It looks like you're doing an excellent job here! Right tight work crew. Tip top. We're here to help, and definitely not get in your way. That being said, is there anything we should know about this island? Any disturbances? Strange noises coming from the jungle? Disturbing occurrences in the mine? And most importantly, how's the ale?"
Last to know and first to be blamed...
As a free action, can I regret my life choices?
Nia stood as tall as she could, trying to look regal, but ended up mostly looking constipated.
Crispy looked relieved at the fact that Nia was trying to help, and as it was made evident that there was something to drink around these parts, she smiled that dazzling smile and with her thumb and forefinger playfully squeezed Nias cheek playfully. “Thanks, you.” She grinned. “By the way. Love the hat.”
Upon meeting B’garry she accepts the “handshake”, saying “Finally..” Looking at Liam, “..a gentleman in these parts.”
”Im sure they have a bathroom.” Crispy whispers to Nia, winking. "And wow, you have a really long name."
Liam looks visibly surprised upon meeting Garry, accepting the handshake with more motor memory than actual intention. He raises and eyebrow and mutters to himself as Garry turns to greet Crispy and Nia. "Garry...the Gargoyle?"
He rolls his eyes at Crispy's comment.
He facepalms at Nia's purported name.
"Charming, isn't he?" Crispy mentions to B'Garry, gesturing to Liam. Unsurprised by much, she pats the gargoyle on the back. "Thanks for the welcome."
So. You all have a job to do! ... What? Don’t look at me like that. You knew your task was to map the island when you joined this campaign. I will attach the map on the campaign home screen as well as here. Download it, and fill it in as we adventure. I thought it might be fun for you all to cross check your drawings as you go, and see what you produce! You can digitally edit it, or download it, print it, draw on it and re- upload... It’s up to you. As long as someone is keeping a track of the mapping for the group.
"CoS" Rumble- Tabaxi Shadow Monk