Frangipani feels a great sense of glee, tromping through the market in this form. The powerful muscles moving the great weight of body and cargo with ease and surprising elegance. The market is filled with similar creatures of many sizes and shape. The creatures sense of smell is amazing and she can detect the many different spices, foods and people scents. Bjorn eagerly leads her through looking at the massive variety of shops setup in this open market
Frangipani looks about for a spot to stop and for Bjorn to set up shop or talk to other traders.
Frangipani and Bjorn find a relatively open section with easy access to appropriate vendors and you set up to display your goods.
Bjorn eagerly sets up the jars in what seems to be a semi orderly fashion. The ordinary with the ordinary, exotic with the exotic a d the unknowns a little separate so he can concoct a story as to what they are and what they are used for. He begins calling out to draw attention to the marvelous herbs and spell components. Each declaration becoming more outlandish than the last
Frangipani feels a great sense of glee, tromping through the market in this form. The powerful muscles moving the great weight of body and cargo with ease and surprising elegance. The market is filled with similar creatures of many sizes and shape. The creatures sense of smell is amazing and she can detect the many different spices, foods and people scents. Bjorn eagerly leads her through looking at the massive variety of shops setup in this open market
Frangipani looks about for a spot to stop and for Bjorn to set up shop or talk to other traders.
Frangipani and Bjorn find a relatively open section with easy access to appropriate vendors and you set up to display your goods.
Bjorn eagerly sets up the jars in what seems to be a semi orderly fashion. The ordinary with the ordinary, exotic with the exotic a d the unknowns a little separate so he can concoct a story as to what they are and what they are used for. He begins calling out to draw attention to the marvelous herbs and spell components. Each declaration becoming more outlandish than the last
Eberk gathers items for his worship. “So abbot, I’m sorry to pry, but what is it that keeps you here?” He gives pause before continuing. “Living far from your home, in a land whose god abandoned it must be difficult. Not that assisting the various travelers isn’t a worthy cause… it just seems lonely.”
“ Heh, heh…well to be honest, I made quite the mess of things back home. Got caught sneaking out of the monastery for un-monk like activities. Apparently the harlot was also engaged in those aforementioned activities with the hierarch….So I was voluntold to spread the gospel elsewhere…the people here are different, but the culture is wonderful and the food is amazing”
"Incredible wonders from both near and far! Carnelian to cure your arthritis! These jade flumpets are the Arcane Brotherhood's best-kept secret! You there, have you ever wondered what the great painters of our time are feeling amidst the throes of their inspiration? Boil this moonstone and find out for yourself!"
Bjorn makes nearly every claim imaginable about the gemstones from Bernard's wagon. As for the ingredients from the temple, he allows them to speak for themselves for an hour or two, waiting to see if any discerning customers give him a clue about what any of them are for. His time spent in the company of a hag has left him wary of parting with potent medicine too freely.
"I wonder if there's anyone in this city who knows what all this stuff is good for. And I wonder if they wrote it down..."
Eberk gives a chuckle at the story. “Seems you’ve lead a colorful life. It matches this colorful place. I’ve only arrived in the city today, but what I’ve seen of it, and the jungle, is quite beautiful. I’m a man of the sea, myself. It’s beautiful in its own way. Dangerous, but beautiful.”
"Incredible wonders from both near and far! Carnelian to cure your arthritis! These jade flumpets are the Arcane Brotherhood's best-kept secret! You there, have you ever wondered what the great painters of our time are feeling amidst the throes of their inspiration? Boil this moonstone and find out for yourself!"
Bjorn makes nearly every claim imaginable about the gemstones from Bernard's wagon. As for the ingredients from the temple, he allows them to speak for themselves for an hour or two, waiting to see if any discerning customers give him a clue about what any of them are for. His time spent in the company of a hag has left him wary of parting with potent medicine too freely.
"I wonder if there's anyone in this city who knows what all this stuff is good for. And I wonder if they wrote it down..."
Bjorns entertaining sales pitches begin to attract shoppers and spectators alike. Several people purchase items from the mundane spices, a few seem intrigued by the more exotic/ expensive items haggling with Bjorn to score a better deal, each leaving satisfied with their purchases. In the crowds a well dressed, dark skinned local man seems to be smelling the air with a look of exaltation and heads directly for one of the super exotic jars. This one has some of the strange incense.
” is this what I think it is?” He says as he takes another deep whiff. “ how much for this. It has been ages since any has been available in Nyanzaru.”
Feeling refreshed and smelling wonderful from the fragrance of the bath water and the soap used on his clothing heads out from Kaya’s towards the Thundering Lizard tavern hoping to find Volothamp and take care of a few other personal things he has wanted to do. Only the way he stops at goldsmiths shop he discovers on the way.
“ Welcome fine Sir, what brings you to Bertrand’s today?”
Please see the separate thread for the personal stuff.
He will then head to the thundering lizard. At first, he will sit at the bar and just, "take in" the people and atmosphere. After some time, he will start talking with the bartender, asking about the town and area. In particular, if there have been any really bad things happening in the area and news from Lushkin. He will try to make some acquaintances in the bar, and contacts and use his "soldier" background to talk with any military types/ guards. He'll use a combination of buying folks drinks, handing a few coins for info, and his looks and charm to get to know a few folks better. And finally, he'll look for the guy in the bar who isn't talking with anyone and is definitely being left alone, just sitting and observing (the "Strider" guy) and try to connect with them (discussing how many here are pretentious and annoying). He is looking for some additional quests his crew can pursue.
Finally, he will look for Val and as the day goes on, acquire a full table for his friends, arranging a meal and beverages as they gather from their various tasks they completed during the day of ("shore leave")
” is this what I think it is?” He says as he takes another deep whiff. “ how much for this. It has been ages since any has been available in Nyanzaru.”
"Ah, a good nose you have indeed! I know not the local name. In my homeland we call it..." [he stops to think for a window of time appropriate for this Deception check] 15 "..Grymbark. What do you call it here?"
” is this what I think it is?” He says as he takes another deep whiff. “ how much for this. It has been ages since any has been available in Nyanzaru.”
"Ah, a good nose you have indeed! I know not the local name. In my homeland we call it..." [he stops to think for a window of time appropriate for this Deception check] 26 "..Grymbark. What do you call it here?"
Frangipani kept an eye on the rest of the goods while Bjorn chatted.
” is this what I think it is?” He says as he takes another deep whiff. “ how much for this. It has been ages since any has been available in Nyanzaru.”
"Ah, a good nose you have indeed! I know not the local name. In my homeland we call it..." [he stops to think for a window of time appropriate for this Deception check] 26 "..Grymbark. What do you call it here?"
“ I was unaware it was available in other lands, I was always told it was only made in the Garden of Nangalore. If it is truly the same, here it’s called Zalkore’s dream, after an ancient queen. Used by priests and shaman to commune with the land of the Gods and spirits , and by others for…well let’s say more mundane purpose…how much are you asking for this delightful treat?”
Please see the separate thread for the personal stuff.
He will then head to the thundering lizard. At first, he will sit at the bar and just, "take in" the people and atmosphere. After some time, he will start talking with the bartender, asking about the town and area. In particular, if there have been any really bad things happening in the area and news from Lushkin. He will try to make some acquaintances in the bar, and contacts and use his "soldier" background to talk with any military types/ guards. He'll use a combination of buying folks drinks, handing a few coins for info, and his looks and charm to get to know a few folks better. And finally, he'll look for the guy in the bar who isn't talking with anyone and is definitely being left alone, just sitting and observing (the "Strider" guy) and try to connect with them (discussing how many here are pretentious and annoying). He is looking for some additional quests his crew can pursue.
Finally, he will look for Val and as the day goes on, acquire a full table for his friends, arranging a meal and beverages as they gather from their various tasks they completed during the day of ("shore leave")
Please see the separate thread for the personal stuff.
He will then head to the thundering lizard. At first, he will sit at the bar and just, "take in" the people and atmosphere. After some time, he will start talking with the bartender, asking about the town and area. In particular, if there have been any really bad things happening in the area and news from Lushkin. He will try to make some acquaintances in the bar, and contacts and use his "soldier" background to talk with any military types/ guards. He'll use a combination of buying folks drinks, handing a few coins for info, and his looks and charm to get to know a few folks better. And finally, he'll look for the guy in the bar who isn't talking with anyone and is definitely being left alone, just sitting and observing (the "Strider" guy) and try to connect with them (discussing how many here are pretentious and annoying). He is looking for some additional quests his crew can pursue.
Finally, he will look for Val and as the day goes on, acquire a full table for his friends, arranging a meal and beverages as they gather from their various tasks they completed during the day of ("shore leave")
Sparhawk enters the bustling Thundering Lizard, sort of surprised at how busy it is at this early pre-evening. The is a musician setting up to perform, a bugbear of all things. Hard to imagine what kind of music a bugbear can make, but the crowd seems to be enthusiastic. After spending some time alertly scanning the crowds and patrons, looking for anyone more suspicious than the others, you make your way to the bar. Bartenders always have their hands on the pulse of any city, and this one is no exception.
” Oy, the port always has things happening, good, bad and down right terrifyin. For the past week or so, 20 people have vanished. Rumor has it some kind of beauty has taken up in the sewers, others say there is a cult at work. There is always a cult at work it seems. Probably the most popular rumor anywhere a guy might travel, heh? Ina couple O’ days the Prince will host another race. Where criminals get the chance for freedom if’n they can out run the raptors. I always bet on the raptors. Don’t make much money on the bets, but I likes to win.” He chuckles some more as he fills some more cups and hands them off to the servers.
” Mr Volothamp is a famous character and me best customer. He loves the crowds and loves to regale the folks with his adventures and knowledge of pretty much everything. Knows more about Chult than even most natives. He should be strollin in shortly. There is a fellow sitting over there in the corner at Volo’s regular table waiting on him now. I am sure you and your companions can wait there with him. “
He points you to the table and you see A lanky elvish fellow with the coal colored skin of the Drow, a rare sight on any continent. His hair is shoulder length, steel grey, and slightly wavy. His eyes are a dark red, and he has a small scar just above his left cheekbone. His posture is relaxed, almost weary, which is amplified by the lines under his eyes which give him the look of one who's been lacking sufficient sleep. Yet he also gives the impression that he's no stranger to conflict and is always ready for anything. For his outfit, he's wearing arm and leg wraps, and thin piece of fabric on he's wearing almost like a headband. His clothing is various shades of dark grey and black, made of a light material, and well fitted if not tight.
Sparhawk notes what the man is drinking and grabs two from the bartender, flipping him generous coin.
He heads toward the drow. “Hello friend”, he says smiling. “I have a problem I’m hoping you can help me with. It seems I grabbed an extra drink and need someone to help me celebrate. You in?”
He sits without being given permission, making a show of almost spilling the drinks.
“names Sparhawk by the way. Some call me captain although I don’t love that term.”
he smiles and holds out the drink and then his huge half orc gauntleted hand in friendly greeting. His broken nose an eye soar to a huge hulking specimen of a man.
The drow eyes Sparhawk, red eyes slightly narrowed as if he'd been on the verge of falling asleep in spite of the noise around him. "Sparhawk..." He says, slowly accepting the drink only to set it down on the table in front of him and lean forward to accept the half-orc's extended hand. "What is it you are celebrating?" His grip is firm in spite of his apparent tiredness, and his and his words come slowly and almost quietly, yet deliberately. His eyes flick across the room as if searching for someone before settling back on Sparhawk.
After settling back in his seat, he absently swirls the drink waiting for Sparhawk's response. He seems to be assessing his new table-mate, quietly yet not entirely discreetly.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
(it's Aroc!! 😃)
"Garden of Nangalore, eh? What I wouldn't give to visit such a place." Bjorn leans towards Frangipani's beast form and murmurs, "priests and shamans... Should we keep it for Eberk?"
He tries to estimate, based on the man's attire and manner of speaking, how much money he could reasonably be expected to spend. (History? Possibly Insight or Perception? All +1 lol. Probably disadvantage for the culture barrier.) 6
"Garden of Nangalore, eh? What I wouldn't give to visit such a place." Bjorn leans towards Frangipani's beast form and murmurs, "priests and shamans... Should we keep it for Eberk?"
He tries to estimate, based on the man's attire and manner of speaking, how much money he could reasonably be expected to spend. (History? Possibly Insight or Perception? All +1 lol. Probably disadvantage for the culture barrier.) 9
( he is well dressed, of refined tastes and intelligent)
Sparhawk smiles and grasps his hand. Sparhawk appears well armored and huge. He is clearly a human orc mix. He has a broken nose and his face seems weathered. He carries a number of sharp looking weapons. His equipment is immaculate, but clearly used. A beautiful cloak finishes the outfit. He clearly has a stong presence and confidence, yet seems friendly enough
”My friends and I just survived a very precarious trip through the jungle. He shows the drow a few very large teeth (T-rex). Thankfully, we all got through in one piece. Well, most of us…. “ he takes a big swig of ale. “what may I call you?”
“Their god abandoned them?” Eberk shakes his head. “Must have been a terrible blow to the people.”
He doesn’t linger on the thought. “I would be happy to help set up for my worship. Thank you.”
" Yes, Ubtao left the people and then the undead invaded the jungles"
He guides.you over to the accoutrements and begins gathering them
Bjorn eagerly sets up the jars in what seems to be a semi orderly fashion. The ordinary with the ordinary, exotic with the exotic a d the unknowns a little separate so he can concoct a story as to what they are and what they are used for. He begins calling out to draw attention to the marvelous herbs and spell components. Each declaration becoming more outlandish than the last
Frangipani assists by punctuating his statements with a series of Lion-like guttural bellows
Eberk gathers items for his worship. “So abbot, I’m sorry to pry, but what is it that keeps you here?” He gives pause before continuing. “Living far from your home, in a land whose god abandoned it must be difficult. Not that assisting the various travelers isn’t a worthy cause… it just seems lonely.”
“ Heh, heh…well to be honest, I made quite the mess of things back home. Got caught sneaking out of the monastery for un-monk like activities. Apparently the harlot was also engaged in those aforementioned activities with the hierarch….So I was voluntold to spread the gospel elsewhere…the people here are different, but the culture is wonderful and the food is amazing”
"Incredible wonders from both near and far! Carnelian to cure your arthritis! These jade flumpets are the Arcane Brotherhood's best-kept secret! You there, have you ever wondered what the great painters of our time are feeling amidst the throes of their inspiration? Boil this moonstone and find out for yourself!"
Bjorn makes nearly every claim imaginable about the gemstones from Bernard's wagon. As for the ingredients from the temple, he allows them to speak for themselves for an hour or two, waiting to see if any discerning customers give him a clue about what any of them are for. His time spent in the company of a hag has left him wary of parting with potent medicine too freely.
"I wonder if there's anyone in this city who knows what all this stuff is good for. And I wonder if they wrote it down..."
Eberk gives a chuckle at the story. “Seems you’ve lead a colorful life. It matches this colorful place. I’ve only arrived in the city today, but what I’ve seen of it, and the jungle, is quite beautiful. I’m a man of the sea, myself. It’s beautiful in its own way. Dangerous, but beautiful.”
Bjorns entertaining sales pitches begin to attract shoppers and spectators alike. Several people purchase items from the mundane spices, a few seem intrigued by the more exotic/ expensive items haggling with Bjorn to score a better deal, each leaving satisfied with their purchases. In the crowds a well dressed, dark skinned local man seems to be smelling the air with a look of exaltation and heads directly for one of the super exotic jars. This one has some of the strange incense.
” is this what I think it is?” He says as he takes another deep whiff. “ how much for this. It has been ages since any has been available in Nyanzaru.”
Sparhawk:
Feeling refreshed and smelling wonderful from the fragrance of the bath water and the soap used on his clothing heads out from Kaya’s towards the Thundering Lizard tavern hoping to find Volothamp and take care of a few other personal things he has wanted to do. Only the way he stops at goldsmiths shop he discovers on the way.
“ Welcome fine Sir, what brings you to Bertrand’s today?”
Please see the separate thread for the personal stuff.
He will then head to the thundering lizard. At first, he will sit at the bar and just, "take in" the people and atmosphere.
After some time, he will start talking with the bartender, asking about the town and area. In particular, if there have been any really bad things happening in the area and news from Lushkin. He will try to make some acquaintances in the bar, and contacts and use his "soldier" background to talk with any military types/ guards. He'll use a combination of buying folks drinks, handing a few coins for info, and his looks and charm to get to know a few folks better. And finally, he'll look for the guy in the bar who isn't talking with anyone and is definitely being left alone, just sitting and observing (the "Strider" guy) and try to connect with them (discussing how many here are pretentious and annoying). He is looking for some additional quests his crew can pursue.
Finally, he will look for Val and as the day goes on, acquire a full table for his friends, arranging a meal and beverages as they gather from their various tasks they completed during the day of ("shore leave")
"Ah, a good nose you have indeed! I know not the local name. In my homeland we call it..." [he stops to think for a window of time appropriate for this Deception check] 15 "..Grymbark. What do you call it here?"
Frangipani kept an eye on the rest of the goods while Bjorn chatted.
“ I was unaware it was available in other lands, I was always told it was only made in the Garden of Nangalore. If it is truly the same, here it’s called Zalkore’s dream, after an ancient queen. Used by priests and shaman to commune with the land of the Gods and spirits , and by others for…well let’s say more mundane purpose…how much are you asking for this delightful treat?”
Sparhawk enters the bustling Thundering Lizard, sort of surprised at how busy it is at this early pre-evening. The is a musician setting up to perform, a bugbear of all things. Hard to imagine what kind of music a bugbear can make, but the crowd seems to be enthusiastic. After spending some time alertly scanning the crowds and patrons, looking for anyone more suspicious than the others, you make your way to the bar. Bartenders always have their hands on the pulse of any city, and this one is no exception.
” Oy, the port always has things happening, good, bad and down right terrifyin. For the past week or so, 20 people have vanished. Rumor has it some kind of beauty has taken up in the sewers, others say there is a cult at work. There is always a cult at work it seems. Probably the most popular rumor anywhere a guy might travel, heh? Ina couple O’ days the Prince will host another race. Where criminals get the chance for freedom if’n they can out run the raptors. I always bet on the raptors. Don’t make much money on the bets, but I likes to win.” He chuckles some more as he fills some more cups and hands them off to the servers.
” Mr Volothamp is a famous character and me best customer. He loves the crowds and loves to regale the folks with his adventures and knowledge of pretty much everything. Knows more about Chult than even most natives. He should be strollin in shortly. There is a fellow sitting over there in the corner at Volo’s regular table waiting on him now. I am sure you and your companions can wait there with him. “
He points you to the table and you see A lanky elvish fellow with the coal colored skin of the Drow, a rare sight on any continent. His hair is shoulder length, steel grey, and slightly wavy. His eyes are a dark red, and he has a small scar just above his left cheekbone. His posture is relaxed, almost weary, which is amplified by the lines under his eyes which give him the look of one who's been lacking sufficient sleep. Yet he also gives the impression that he's no stranger to conflict and is always ready for anything. For his outfit, he's wearing arm and leg wraps, and thin piece of fabric on he's wearing almost like a headband. His clothing is various shades of dark grey and black, made of a light material, and well fitted if not tight.
Sparhawk notes what the man is drinking and grabs two from the bartender, flipping him generous coin.
He heads toward the drow.
“Hello friend”, he says smiling. “I have a problem I’m hoping you can help me with. It seems I grabbed an extra drink and need someone to help me celebrate. You in?”
He sits without being given permission, making a show of almost spilling the drinks.
“names Sparhawk by the way. Some call me captain although I don’t love that term.”
he smiles and holds out the drink and then his huge half orc gauntleted hand in friendly greeting. His broken nose an eye soar to a huge hulking specimen of a man.
The drow eyes Sparhawk, red eyes slightly narrowed as if he'd been on the verge of falling asleep in spite of the noise around him. "Sparhawk..." He says, slowly accepting the drink only to set it down on the table in front of him and lean forward to accept the half-orc's extended hand. "What is it you are celebrating?" His grip is firm in spite of his apparent tiredness, and his and his words come slowly and almost quietly, yet deliberately. His eyes flick across the room as if searching for someone before settling back on Sparhawk.
After settling back in his seat, he absently swirls the drink waiting for Sparhawk's response. He seems to be assessing his new table-mate, quietly yet not entirely discreetly.
(it's Aroc!! 😃)
"Garden of Nangalore, eh? What I wouldn't give to visit such a place." Bjorn leans towards Frangipani's beast form and murmurs, "priests and shamans... Should we keep it for Eberk?"
He tries to estimate, based on the man's attire and manner of speaking, how much money he could reasonably be expected to spend. (History? Possibly Insight or Perception? All +1 lol. Probably disadvantage for the culture barrier.) 6
( he is well dressed, of refined tastes and intelligent)
Sparhawk smiles and grasps his hand.
Sparhawk appears well armored and huge. He is clearly a human orc mix. He has a broken nose and his face seems weathered. He carries a number of sharp looking weapons. His equipment is immaculate, but clearly used. A beautiful cloak finishes the outfit.
He clearly has a stong presence and confidence, yet seems friendly enough
”My friends and I just survived a very precarious trip through the jungle. He shows the drow a few very large teeth (T-rex). Thankfully, we all got through in one piece. Well, most of us…. “
he takes a big swig of ale.
“what may I call you?”