The corners of Oranir's lips curve at Syndra's words and he nods silently, seemingly content at the wisdom contained there. The elf eventually puts away the parchment with notes inside his sidebag, rubs his knees while looking and nodding at the others, "I guess it's settled, then? Let's get back to town, we have much to do." he gets up and approaches Wakanga, extending his hand for a shake, "A surprising pleasure, Merchant Prince. I hope you don't mind if we happen by briefly again in the following days for you to wish us good luck." then he approaches Syndra and gently bows, closing his eyes, "Rest assured we will do our best in this endeavor, Lady Syndra."
He walks closer to the rest of the group as they get ready, "So, what are our thoughts on this? I like how Laderan thinks of it, we can definitely split up to cover more in a single day." he scratches his chin and ponders, "We need no more than an initial scouting of the races for now, so we know better what we're dealing with when we go tomorrow in full." he waits for their reactions briefly before continuing, "The others can procure our gear, lodging, and guides. Then we'll all be ready to depart whenever we wish to. It wouldn't hurt to listen in for rumors as well, there's bound to be talk of whatever changed in the jungle since..." he lowers his voice to a whisper, "since the Soulmonger became active. So we may use those as some direction at least."
“Good meeting, new friends,” Wakanga says warmly. “Best of luck to you. Please do not be strangers. The life of the Merchant Prince is never still, and you may find that I am attending to my affairs, but do not hesitate to call at my door. And of course you free to come calling for Syndra as often as she likes. I look forward to seeing you again soon.” The servants wait patiently to escort you back through the entry and out the front door, leaving Wakanga, Syndra, and the many servants and guards to the extravagance of the villa.
Outside, a blast of heat, light, noise, and dust reminds you that the walls that separate the princes from the masses are both literal and allegorical. Resolved to tackle as much as possible with the limited time, the group splits and heads in different directions.
Ashtear, Ladern, and Merrick:
You make your way east, back along the way you came after teleporting into the city. Approaching the gates that separate the Market Ward from Tiryki Anchorage, the sounds of unusual trumpeting and chirping mark the proximity of dinosaurs. Here animals trainers work openly with dinosaurs. Some are penned, but many are outside and bound by reins, leashes, and subject to the lash of their trainers. Ankylosauruses and triceratopses are the most common, though a variety of dinos can be seen, including a hadrosaurus and an allosaurus.
Tiryki Anchorage is a district populated by animal trainers, river folk, explorers living on the cheap, and other rough-and-tumble sorts. There is a notable lack of guards here.
The top area of the gate overlooks a portion of the race track. A chalkboard with odds for the upcoming race (in two day’s time) is posted.
Betting on Dinosaur Races
Odds
Roll
Win on
Payout =
Racer Example
7:1
d8
2–8
Wager ÷ 7
Big Honker (crowd-pleasing young tyrannosaurus rex)
5:1
d6
2–6
Wager ÷ 5
Ubtao’s Favorite (young triceratops on a streak)
3:1
d4
2–4
Wager ÷ 3
Banana Candy (well-trained hadrosaurus)
2:1
d3
2–3
Wager ÷ 2
Bonecruncher (young, ill-tempered allosaurus)
1:1
Any
Even
Wager
Grung Stomper (young ankylosaurus)
1:2
d3
1
Wager × 2
Scarback (young tyrannosaurus rex on its last race)
1:3
d4
1
Wager × 3
Nasty Boy (allosaurus with famous trainer)
1:5
d6
1
Wager × 5
Jungle Princess (deinonychus with frightened jockey)
1:7
d8
1
Wager × 7
Mountain Thunder (aging dimetrodon)
All manner of people mill around. Spending a little time mingling on the deck, you attempt to extract more information.
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Oranir, Sayax, Vladimir:
Attempting to kill two pterodactyls with one boulder, you, head back into the Red Bazaar, just east of Wakanga’s villa, in search of the inns. The first is closer to the main thoroughfare. The sign out front depicts a giant tyrannosaurus and the words “The Thundering Lizard”. Loud music blares from within. Out front, a notice board contains a few interesting flyers…
Taking a break from the tej and partaking in a few more of the breaded pastries did wonders to help sober Merrick up, not to mention the extreme jungle heat as soon as the party left Wakanga's palace. For whatever reason, his appetite has been insatiable since donning the handwraps from Syndra. Perhaps it was a side-effect from the perceived increase in personal strength, compensating the benefit with some sort of cursed metabolism. In any event, he'll have to keep an eye on his gut as he explores the culinary treasures of Port Nyanzaru.
With half the party seeking out guides and lodging, Merrick tags along with the other half in beginning the tasking Wakanga alluded to. Working off the snacks and drink from earlier, he soon found himself drenched in sweat as he tried to keep up with both Ashtear and Laderan. Soon making their way into Tiryki Anchorage, Merrick is immediately awed by the variety and sheer majesty of the prehistoric beasts of all shapes, sizes, and temperaments. His wonderment is diminished sharply as the sounds of the lashing and groans from the dinosaurs sends an unwelcome chill down his spine. He steels himself to press onward despite this, in hopes that their investigation will benefit the poor creatures overall.
Unsure of where to begin, Merrick takes notice of the lack of guards in the area. Pondering, he begins to hatch a plan to help his companions begin finding leads to pursue. "Erm... I may have, umm... an idea?"he whispers as the trio pass by a corner, and begin to lead them into a rather plain and uninhabited alley.
Once in the alley, Merrick looks behind himself, then behind Ashtear and Laderan, then leans in close, putting a hand up close to his mouth and whispers, "Can you please, umm... turn around?" It was hard to hide the redness in his cheeks, but what he was about to do involved something that only his closest of friends and mentors at the monastery knew of. Best to not cause suspicion, he thought, at least until we get to know each other a bit more. "Erm... no peeking."
Once the other two turned around and he was satisfied of his privacy, Merrick clasped his hands together. With a wiggle of his ears and scrunching of his nose, he concentrated hard upon a new reality. A tingling sensation assaulted his sinuses, and he mustered all of his willpower to avoid letting out a massive sneeze. It passed quickly and once it did, he smiled proudly at his handiwork. "Ummm... Okay" Merrick says softly, and allows the other two to turn again to face him.
Before Laderan and Ashtear now stood an illusion of a guard, much like those they say throughout the port. Where once he held a staff, Merrick now seemed to be clutching a spear. Long dreadlocks dappered with beads rustled from his now longer hair. Most peculiar, his once towering figure of over 7 feet now seemed to be around that of the other guards. "It's me... Merrick."said the firbolg, obviously now having disguised himself.
"So, ummm... I was thinking," Merrick said in a somewhat brave tone, "Let me lead the way for a while. If you see anyone trying to avoid me or act, erm... weird... well I guess those are the kinds of people we should look into, hmm?"
Merrick steps out of the alley, into the sunlight, and begins to meander through the Anchorage.
Eyeing the notes and sketches hanging from the board with some scrutiny, Oranir looks at the eyes and raises one eyebrow, seemingly expeting their opinions, "It seems two of them have their own interests in the jungle. While this might sound good as a an extra driving force behind them, it might also swerve us from our own. I initially like these fellows with these fellows with their own tri-... tricerat..." he stops and eyes the parchment closely, "triceratops? I reckon this is some species of these large reptiles? No matter, while they do seem to the only ones actually focused on guiding us, they also seem interested in the treasure, which is a fair idea in itself, but might cost us more in the end."
The elf purses his lips and seems in thought, but eventually rips the notes from the board with a quick motion for the others to follow, "Wouldn't mind to know a bit more about all of this." he moves over towards the center of the establishment, or counter if there is one, and looks around to someone who works here and looks like they might lend an ear, gliding close to them almost as an apparition, "Pardon me, hello. Sorry to bother. I am Oranir, traveller from distant lands soon to venture into the jungles. These guides..." he shows the parchments in his hand, "Do you know these people? Are they competent? Have any of them alerady led expeditions into the jungle? Have their previous employers come out of it alive? Do they come here often? Can you get in contact with them? Maybe bring one of them here to talk to us? These places they speak of, what can you tell me about them? Firefinger and Hra-..." he stops to read the paper again, "Hrakhamar, damn Dwarvish... what are they? Pterafolk?"Oranir finally silences and stares at the person for a few seconds, after bombarding them with questions, "And a mug of t-... tej? For me and my friends, if you may."
He walks closer to the rest of the group as they get ready, "So, what are our thoughts on this? I like how Laderan thinks of it, we can definitely split up to cover more in a single day." he scratches his chin and ponders, "We need no more than an initial scouting of the races for now, so we know better what we're dealing with when we go tomorrow in full." he waits for their reactions briefly before continuing, "The others can procure our gear, lodging, and guides. Then we'll all be ready to depart whenever we wish to. It wouldn't hurt to listen in for rumors as well, there's bound to be talk of whatever changed in the jungle since..." he lowers his voice to a whisper, "since the Soulmonger became active. So we may use those as some direction at least."
Laderan nods slowly at Oranir's approval. There had always been a difference between 'street smart' and 'smart smart', usually with the latter displaying a sever lack of the former, maybe there was some crossover into a middle ground though that was just 'smart'. Though that made Laderan re-assess his group for a moment, they all knew so little about each other really, and in strange places facing repeated perils you didn't want someone at your back that was going to run off when it got awkward. Of course, Laderan had to consider that they may be thinking exactly the same of him, though he hoped his bravado had currently been enough to assure them of his upstanding and reliable character... "Sounds like a plan. The only problem I can see is that we want a coin purse going in both locations. Flashing some gold can be an advantage at a race track, though you'll actually need coin to spend on the other tasks. Do we have some coppers that we can use to bulk out a purse with?"
With the tasks set and the two groups heading off their separate ways, Laderan stops a small ways outside the merchant prince's compound and grabs a few small stone chips and gravel from the roadside, then pushes them into the middle of a coin purse making it look overly inflated and a lot heavier than but with a handful of gold could near the top for show. He safely tucks it away for the moment, not wanting to attract attention in the wrong places.
As they approach the Anchorage Laderan watches the dinosaurs far more intently. Unsure of what makes each one so suited for the jobs hey do. He can see a mix of different beasts being used for similar jobs, and assumes these must be the 'draft'-osauruses, more placid and manageable. He hadn't been able to get close enough to their mouths yet to see what sort of teeth they had, hoping that they would be flatter and suited to vegetation more than rabbit. Once they are in the vicinity of the races Laderan brings the purse out on show, quietly mentioning to his companions, "No harm in letting a few people note the size of our purse. We're not exactly the least conspicuous bunch here, so word should get around whether we win or lose if we flash gold in the right places."
Unsure of where to begin, Merrick takes notice of the lack of guards in the area. Pondering, he begins to hatch a plan to help his companions begin finding leads to pursue. "Erm... I may have, umm... an idea?"he whispers as the trio pass by a corner, and begin to lead them into a rather plain and uninhabited alley.
Once in the alley, Merrick looks behind himself, then behind Ashtear and Laderan, then leans in close, putting a hand up close to his mouth and whispers, "Can you please, umm... turn around?" It was hard to hide the redness in his cheeks, but what he was about to do involved something that only his closest of friends and mentors at the monastery knew of. Best to not cause suspicion, he thought, at least until we get to know each other a bit more. "Erm... no peeking."
"Now, don't go getting shy on us Merrick. This isn't my first time getting drawn into an alley way... Though you ain't exactly my type." He winks and then turns around, watching towards the street for passers-by and any beggars or urchins that may be paying a little more attention than needed to their small diversion.
Once the other two turned around and he was satisfied of his privacy, Merrick clasped his hands together. With a wiggle of his ears and scrunching of his nose, he concentrated hard upon a new reality. A tingling sensation assaulted his sinuses, and he mustered all of his willpower to avoid letting out a massive sneeze. It passed quickly and once it did, he smiled proudly at his handiwork. "Ummm... Okay" Merrick says softly, and allows the other two to turn again to face him.
Before Laderan and Ashtear now stood an illusion of a guard, much like those they say throughout the port. Where once he held a staff, Merrick now seemed to be clutching a spear. Long dreadlocks dappered with beads rustled from his now longer hair. Most peculiar, his once towering figure of over 7 feet now seemed to be around that of the other guards. "It's me... Merrick."said the firbolg, obviously now having disguised himself.
"So, ummm... I was thinking," Merrick said in a somewhat brave tone, "Let me lead the way for a while. If you see anyone trying to avoid me or act, erm... weird... well I guess those are the kinds of people we should look into, hmm?"
Merrick steps out of the alley, into the sunlight, and begins to meander through the Anchorage.
As he turns and sees the guard behind him, Laderan's pose drops into a half-crouch and his left hand instinctively and almost quicker than the eye can follow flies to the fresh dagger nestled in the small of his back whilst the other darts forwards palm down. He relaxes immediately as his companion's voice comes from the mouth of the guard, though his confusion only increases, "So, first you go invisible and now you turn into someone else? Those are some tricks that you definitely have to teach me!"
Laderan motions for Merrick to stop as he moves forwards intending to lead. "Best let Ashtear and me leave first, if anyone saw us go in then we might be able to spot their reaction when you walk out looking like this, rather than as yourself. Not that I thin that's likely just yet but it pays to be cautious." So saying Laderan moves smoothly out of the alley with Ashtear, they stop a little way down the street waiting for Merrick to emerge, casually keeping track of the people going about their business. Once Merrick emerges and wanders past the pair fall into line a ways back and keep their eyes peeled.
Once they reach the races proper Laderan scans the boards quickly. "Well, the odds are about as clean as they come. We should probably go have a look at these racers up close. I don't know what I'm looking for exactly but the trainers would be a good place to start. See if they've had new backers recently of if the beasts are in particularly good form."
The Thundering Lizard’s doors open directly onto the Red Bazaar. The light and raucous area inside is split across two levels. The front area is comprised of a long bar with a colorful awning over it. The rear area is made up of additional seating, and an area of cushions to lounge on, filled with guests smoking hookah pipes. A small stage supports a small band. The atmosphere of the chaotic market extends throughout the inn. Patrons include a diverse mixture of local Chultans and travelers from afar. A mixture of colonial Amnian and Chultan features can be seen in the decor. Features such as Amnian tiled floors can be seen alongside richly dyed fabrics of Chult. Posted on the door and along the walls are copies of the colorful menu of food and drink on offer.
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Oranir glides toward the bar, where a Chultan man in his 40s tends to customers. Beside the bar, advertisements for a multitude of serves are posted, including new and additional guide flyers and an advert for rooftop rain catcher cleaning. “Hello there!” the barkeep says cheerily, seemingly oblivious to the nosferatuan approach of the necromancer. “I am Emeska Isrit, owner of this fine establishment! Are you looking for accommodation? There is no more entertaining inn in Chult!”
Emeska chuckles when questioned about the guides. “I reckon anyone crazy enough and capable of entering them jungles is both worth knowing and staying clear of. They come in and out, looking for work. As long as they buy a tej, I’m happy, and their services keep adventurers close at hand. Any one in particular you’re looking for? Have you seen all the flyers?” He thumbs toward the wall to the side.
“As for the jungle, can’t say I know much other than ya probably don’t want to go. Firefinger just sounds painful, ha! And pterafolk, them’s flyin’ beasts. Don’t want no meeting with them.”
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Clapping her hands together-her larger gauntlets looking smaller and more similiar to vampbraces in their current configuration for idle township searching. "You've got quite some sparks of magic! Or is it an item? I think i could do something simliar with time to make something... its impressive. Kin you do that much?" Giving a small twirl looking around the area and pulling her coat closer and over her shoulder bag.
"Well we best look like we had reasons to go in an allyway if you're worried, offering the crook of her arm to link arms with the rabbit. You're quite a dish Mr Hop. "A bit gamey but everyone likes a little Hasenpfeffer now and then." as they head out from the allyway
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"Hop, unless you've got some credentials in racing you haven't shared. I'd be surprised if they let folks do a walkabout with the racers or the dinobuddies. If they even hang out today. Maybe some celebratory pubwatching if we're in luck around here. ..." Taking a thought Ashtear tries to find a Bookie or other official stall sort of personnel.
"Do you list betting odds for the races? Whose favored and whose a long shot these time around?" Ashtear inquires. Taking note of previous race particpants if there is some kind of board.
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(Not sure if I can roll investigate or not for trying to cross reference the favored racer, the low favored racer. and then trying to find the last few results and see if the "surprise winner" that makes a bundle is often a low roller, or a consistent odds kind of one previously. Or if the one that suddently became ill or otherwise mid race was always a favored winner etc)
"Emeska!" the dragonborn takes her hand in his and gives it a healthy shake, "What a beautiful name and you have quite the establishment here! I see that my partner here has all the questions taken care of, as you can see we are looking to head into the jungle, smart or not. Has there been others lately that have also been heading out to be crazy like us?" he looks to the wall she is pointing to about guides.. are there more there that we have yet to read about?
"Ah yes and some tej please! With the heat, you really need to have that in hand now, don't you? Also, would you mind pointing us in the direction of Merchant Prince Ekene-Afa? We'd be much obliged."
Ashtear locates a bookie, identifiable by the indigo scarves tied around their arms. Betting on the races is of course big business and so there is absolutely no stigma associated with the profession.
A graceful smile and the bookie is all ears. “Da next event, da day afta’ ‘morrow, is a momentous, new event da Merchant Princes call Na N’buso’s Haka. Dis means ‘da great king’s war dance,’ in honor of da ancient kings of da past--no matta’ da era or city dey once ruled, just like da golden statue dat stand’ guard over da harba’. Da race occur in two part. First, da derby is held, den da race propa. Dis inaugural race has been kept a bad secret, and da Merchant Princes always lookin’ for fresh blood to enter among da Chultan racers brave enough to face da risk.”
Laderan and Merrick don’t notice anyone trying to avoid the appearance of the guards. On the contrary, the presence of one dressed in official guard’s dress draws some long stares.
Laderan:
You notice that two onlookers carry weapons and boots of a make identical to that worn by the Chultan guards guarding Merchant Prince Wakanga’s estate. Could these be “undercover” Chultan guards in civilian dress? Is Merrick’s appearance risking their cover?
Oranir, Sayax, Vladimir:
Emeska chuckles. “Oh! There’s always folks riskin’ their necks in the jungle. No shortage of that. What’s rarer is them who come back. Most disappear. Even the guides aren’t guaranteed to survive. They say adventuring is a dangerous job, but I say jungle guides have it worse. They sure earn their money.”
Emeska quickly fills a mug from a jug of tej and places it in front of Sayax (4cp please) before nodding at the flyers by the bar.
“Merchant Prince Ekene-Afa’s villa is north of the Grand Souk. Do you seek a meeting?”
Sayax inspects the board and notes two additional flyers not seen outside.
Oranir follows up Emeska's nod towards the other notes on the walls, approaching and narrowing his eyes at what ge judges bad calligraphy as he reads it, "Hmm... What is it with the attitudes on these? Is this how they try to impress expeditions? Expressing contempt for their peers? I must admit I quite dislike that and I won't try to stop that from affecting my judgement and choice on the matter. Unfortunately, the only two who refrain from that behavior are the ones with interests beyond the call of a guide." the elf purses his lips and shakes his head at that, approaching Sayax and Vladimir, "What do we think of these? Do we secure our lodging here so we can have the owner fetch one of them easily tomorrow? We can go do the shopping and think on this, present the choices to the rest of the team and then get a name when we're back to settle for the night. When they're summoned tomorrow, we can meet and discuss."
The elf spends another moment in thought, looking at the guide notes, "I was initially drawn to these Faroul and Gondolo fellows, but all this bickering among the guides did throw me off`them all. Back at the first two with their personal quests, they initially struck as unnecessary, but considering we have no clue as to the location of the..." he lowers to a whisper briefly, "of the Soulmonger, we might as well go anywhere." he eventually looks off into the distance, out a window to nowhere in particular, "Which reminds me, we should also seek some leads on that... But who in this city might know something of this? Temple folk, perhaps?"
Vladimir has spent the last few hours lost in thought. Merrick'ssincerity back at Wakanga's has stricken him. He is wondering if this is what being friends is; not only fighting together and looking after one another physically but sharing intimacies and feelings. He was so surprised by Merrick'sconfession, that he didn't register the mess Merrickmade of his tunic until the party had already split. He frowned thinking about it; he would give his life to save Merrick's, but surely asking him to bear Merrick'sgrimy handprints was too far. He would have to show him the proper use of a handkerchief when the party came back together.
Reading the advertisements alongside Oranir and Sayax, Vladimir is struck by the bravado of all the guides. They must all be quite brave and skilled in survival. At the same time, he notices that only the first guide makes mention of avoiding danger. He knows it is dishonorable to back down from a fight, but it seems unwise to spend all their strength on dangers they could avoid just as easily when they need to keep their focus on finding the Soulmonger. "Friends," he says, "I think that we should go with the first guide. I think that she displays the wisest approach to traversing the unknown and she seems willing to set aside her personal quest for ours. Of course, if she behaves nobly and true, I'd be happy to help her as well."
Oranir nods and smiles at Vladimir, "Yes. That makes a lot of sense, Master Sunshower." he shrugs, "Here I am, all babbling about and haven't shared my personal preferences on the matter. Yes, I'd agree with this Azaka one, but the deal with these Faroul and Gondolo does seem good despite their attitude, two guides and a dinosaur after all. What say you, Sayax?" he sighs and puts the notes away for a moment, "Those are valuable throughts on the matter, and I'd also like to hear those of our other friends, and hope they're not being arrested as we speak."
Raising one finger, the elf looks at his two nearby companion in turn, "Also, I'd like to make use of the two holiest among us," he motions to the two, "and visit a temple. Before or after we take care of the gear. I believe you'll agree a preemptive prayer and blessings couldn't hurt our expedition, and I may have a thing or two to ask the acolytes there. Maybe we can stock up on some holy water as well. Agreeable?"
Merrickblushes at the request from Laderanto share his secrets and words of encouragement from Ashtear, which carry forward to the face of the illusory guard's cheeks. "Erm... Well, yes... Maybe later I can..." he thinks, trying hard to not disappoint the others while also grimacing at the need to tell a little white lie, "show you, hmm?"
At both of their request to lead the way, Merrickgives a polite nod. In conceiving this plan, he now realized there may be good reason for a lack of guards in this area. He shuddered at the thought of danger or getting accosted by some ruffians in the crowd, or worse caught for impersonating a guard. He stiffened his lip and tried to put on as brave a face as he could as he tailed Laderanand Ashtear.
Seeing no obvious signs and afraid to keep up the ruse for any longer, Merrickdodges into another side alley whilst Laderanand Ashtearspoke with the Bookie. He gave his big, furry ears one more wiggle and watched as the illusion of the guard swap translucence with his own person and melted into the ground like a pile of snow beside a hearth. He tucked his tunic outward with both thumbs to wick his sweat, some from the heat and some from his fearfulness of being caught, and stepped back out behind Laderanand Ashtear.
Merricklistens to the bookie and remembers the wishes of his companions who wished to participate in the races. He speaks up shyly, "Erm... This Na N’buso’s Haka. Is there a, what would you call it, a map for it? Or more that you could tell us about the two races, hmmm?" He gulps but presses on to get the info for the others, "And, ummm... How would new blood sign up?"
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Laderan chuckles at Ashtear's comments, "No, I have no special pass to get near them, my experience with races has been that there punters get to actually see the bests beforehand, that way if there is something you don't like about one or do like about anoher it encourages your bet one way or another. Granted it has been with much tamer creatures. Can't imagine one of those big fellas on two legs with the teeny arms and big jaw would encourage much support if it ate a potential backer."
He pats Ashtear on the shoulder as he moves up to the conversation Merrick is having with the bookie, thankful that Merrick resumed his normal appearance. As he listens to the conversation he tries to surreptitiously keep an eye on the two figures he spotted, watching how they react to the crowds, or whether they are watching anyone in particular.
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"So, if some of these dinos don't have riders, why would we bet on them? I mean, if I were to ride the favourite there's every chance that I'd steer it into the crowd or go the wrong way! Or do the riders not last very long in this sport?"The concern Laderan had immediately was that this was a way to fix the race without much need for other effects.
Vladimirnods his agreement with Oranir'ssuggestion. "I think it would also, eventually, be wise to seek out the Order of the Gauntlet at Camp Vengeance. They would obviously have some insight into the undead in the interior and, perhaps, provide us with clues to finding the Soulmonger."
Sayax chuckles at Oranir’s thought of the others being arrested, “Oh I’m sure they’re fine!” He then turns back to Emeska, “Are any of the guides currently here for us to talk to?”
“Oh yes, let us visit the temple, what a splendid idea! And the order? Wow, good thing we split up as we also have shopping to do. Vlad, are you good with staying here for the evening? We can at least cross this off the list if you are.”
Emeska nods. "As a matter o'f fact, there is." He points off into a far corner, where the smoke of a hookah pipe hangs so thick it practically curtains the table. There sits an albino dwarf, mouthpiece of the hookah dangling precariously from his lip. This would be the guide known as Musharib.
Ashtear, Laderan, Merrick:
Merrick is able to change his appearance without too much fuss. While he is tucked away into the side alley, he does manage to pick up on a whispered conversation taking place down the way, between to Chultans.
"'N da bets are all over," says a woman in a yellow dress. "Da longshot odds are da ones dat are payin' out more 'n any. "N den da dino drop dead two, tree, days later! And dese riders always be newcomers who disappear wit' no trace 'n never be seen again!"
"True", replies the other, a man in a blue turban. "The bookies are paying out incredible sums. How long can they afford it? It causes doubt in betters and unbalances the city's economy. The racing is our biggest attraction, next to the Coliseum and Executioner's Run!"
"Aye. Next thing you know we be back to bein' colonized by Amn. At least dey be more guards patrolling the streets, even if they in disguise. Even so, I hear dey is more sightings of grung and even yuan-ti inside da city! And none is caught!"
"So, if some of these dinos don't have riders, why would we bet on them? I mean, if I were to ride the favourite there's every chance that I'd steer it into the crowd or go the wrong way! Or do the riders not last very long in this sport?"
"You mean da bettin'?" asks the bookie. "Da preliminiary race is closed, 'n all dinos have dey riders. Open racin' occur in da second race, 'n it is dat race you may enter."
Oranir was ready to walk out the door when he heard Emeska's words. The elf stopped on his tracks, narrowed his eyes at the corner of the room the man pointed at and analyzed the dwarf from a distance, then shrugged "Hmph... Wouldn't hurt, I suppose."
Approaching the dwarf, Oranir nods as he approaches and holds up the parchment he torn from the mural, clearly showing he is comparing the actual dwarf to the sketch "Pardon my intrusion, Master Dwarf. I suppose you are the guide Musharib? Greetings." the elf extends his hand, as his other hand waves and futilely tries to disperse the fog, "Oranir. Me and my associates have recently arrived in the city and we may need the assistance of someone of your trade. Do you mind if we sit down to talk for a while?" and motions for his other companions to approach, "You see, it's a matter of some importance that draws us into the jungle, and we'd appreciate a certain urgency to it."
The corners of Oranir's lips curve at Syndra's words and he nods silently, seemingly content at the wisdom contained there. The elf eventually puts away the parchment with notes inside his sidebag, rubs his knees while looking and nodding at the others, "I guess it's settled, then? Let's get back to town, we have much to do." he gets up and approaches Wakanga, extending his hand for a shake, "A surprising pleasure, Merchant Prince. I hope you don't mind if we happen by briefly again in the following days for you to wish us good luck." then he approaches Syndra and gently bows, closing his eyes, "Rest assured we will do our best in this endeavor, Lady Syndra."
He walks closer to the rest of the group as they get ready, "So, what are our thoughts on this? I like how Laderan thinks of it, we can definitely split up to cover more in a single day." he scratches his chin and ponders, "We need no more than an initial scouting of the races for now, so we know better what we're dealing with when we go tomorrow in full." he waits for their reactions briefly before continuing, "The others can procure our gear, lodging, and guides. Then we'll all be ready to depart whenever we wish to. It wouldn't hurt to listen in for rumors as well, there's bound to be talk of whatever changed in the jungle since..." he lowers his voice to a whisper, "since the Soulmonger became active. So we may use those as some direction at least."
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“Good meeting, new friends,” Wakanga says warmly. “Best of luck to you. Please do not be strangers. The life of the Merchant Prince is never still, and you may find that I am attending to my affairs, but do not hesitate to call at my door. And of course you free to come calling for Syndra as often as she likes. I look forward to seeing you again soon.” The servants wait patiently to escort you back through the entry and out the front door, leaving Wakanga, Syndra, and the many servants and guards to the extravagance of the villa.
Outside, a blast of heat, light, noise, and dust reminds you that the walls that separate the princes from the masses are both literal and allegorical. Resolved to tackle as much as possible with the limited time, the group splits and heads in different directions.
Ashtear, Ladern, and Merrick:
You make your way east, back along the way you came after teleporting into the city. Approaching the gates that separate the Market Ward from Tiryki Anchorage, the sounds of unusual trumpeting and chirping mark the proximity of dinosaurs. Here animals trainers work openly with dinosaurs. Some are penned, but many are outside and bound by reins, leashes, and subject to the lash of their trainers. Ankylosauruses and triceratopses are the most common, though a variety of dinos can be seen, including a hadrosaurus and an allosaurus.
Tiryki Anchorage is a district populated by animal trainers, river folk, explorers living on the cheap, and other rough-and-tumble sorts. There is a notable lack of guards here.
The top area of the gate overlooks a portion of the race track. A chalkboard with odds for the upcoming race (in two day’s time) is posted.
Betting on Dinosaur Races
Odds
Roll
Win on
Payout =
Racer Example
7:1
d8
2–8
Wager ÷ 7
Big Honker (crowd-pleasing young tyrannosaurus rex)
5:1
d6
2–6
Wager ÷ 5
Ubtao’s Favorite (young triceratops on a streak)
3:1
d4
2–4
Wager ÷ 3
Banana Candy (well-trained hadrosaurus)
2:1
d3
2–3
Wager ÷ 2
Bonecruncher (young, ill-tempered allosaurus)
1:1
Any
Even
Wager
Grung Stomper (young ankylosaurus)
1:2
d3
1
Wager × 2
Scarback (young tyrannosaurus rex on its last race)
1:3
d4
1
Wager × 3
Nasty Boy (allosaurus with famous trainer)
1:5
d6
1
Wager × 5
Jungle Princess (deinonychus with frightened jockey)
1:7
d8
1
Wager × 7
Mountain Thunder (aging dimetrodon)
All manner of people mill around. Spending a little time mingling on the deck, you attempt to extract more information.
(Please make Persuasion and Investigation checks)
Oranir, Sayax, Vladimir:
Attempting to kill two pterodactyls with one boulder, you, head back into the Red Bazaar, just east of Wakanga’s villa, in search of the inns. The first is closer to the main thoroughfare. The sign out front depicts a giant tyrannosaurus and the words “The Thundering Lizard”. Loud music blares from within. Out front, a notice board contains a few interesting flyers…
Azaka Stormfang:
Faroul and Gondolo:
Musharib:
Taking a break from the tej and partaking in a few more of the breaded pastries did wonders to help sober Merrick up, not to mention the extreme jungle heat as soon as the party left Wakanga's palace. For whatever reason, his appetite has been insatiable since donning the handwraps from Syndra. Perhaps it was a side-effect from the perceived increase in personal strength, compensating the benefit with some sort of cursed metabolism. In any event, he'll have to keep an eye on his gut as he explores the culinary treasures of Port Nyanzaru.
With half the party seeking out guides and lodging, Merrick tags along with the other half in beginning the tasking Wakanga alluded to. Working off the snacks and drink from earlier, he soon found himself drenched in sweat as he tried to keep up with both Ashtear and Laderan. Soon making their way into Tiryki Anchorage, Merrick is immediately awed by the variety and sheer majesty of the prehistoric beasts of all shapes, sizes, and temperaments. His wonderment is diminished sharply as the sounds of the lashing and groans from the dinosaurs sends an unwelcome chill down his spine. He steels himself to press onward despite this, in hopes that their investigation will benefit the poor creatures overall.
Unsure of where to begin, Merrick takes notice of the lack of guards in the area. Pondering, he begins to hatch a plan to help his companions begin finding leads to pursue. "Erm... I may have, umm... an idea?" he whispers as the trio pass by a corner, and begin to lead them into a rather plain and uninhabited alley.
Once in the alley, Merrick looks behind himself, then behind Ashtear and Laderan, then leans in close, putting a hand up close to his mouth and whispers, "Can you please, umm... turn around?" It was hard to hide the redness in his cheeks, but what he was about to do involved something that only his closest of friends and mentors at the monastery knew of. Best to not cause suspicion, he thought, at least until we get to know each other a bit more. "Erm... no peeking."
Once the other two turned around and he was satisfied of his privacy, Merrick clasped his hands together. With a wiggle of his ears and scrunching of his nose, he concentrated hard upon a new reality. A tingling sensation assaulted his sinuses, and he mustered all of his willpower to avoid letting out a massive sneeze. It passed quickly and once it did, he smiled proudly at his handiwork. "Ummm... Okay" Merrick says softly, and allows the other two to turn again to face him.
Before Laderan and Ashtear now stood an illusion of a guard, much like those they say throughout the port. Where once he held a staff, Merrick now seemed to be clutching a spear. Long dreadlocks dappered with beads rustled from his now longer hair. Most peculiar, his once towering figure of over 7 feet now seemed to be around that of the other guards. "It's me... Merrick." said the firbolg, obviously now having disguised himself.
"So, ummm... I was thinking," Merrick said in a somewhat brave tone, "Let me lead the way for a while. If you see anyone trying to avoid me or act, erm... weird... well I guess those are the kinds of people we should look into, hmm?"
Merrick steps out of the alley, into the sunlight, and begins to meander through the Anchorage.
Eyeing the notes and sketches hanging from the board with some scrutiny, Oranir looks at the eyes and raises one eyebrow, seemingly expeting their opinions, "It seems two of them have their own interests in the jungle. While this might sound good as a an extra driving force behind them, it might also swerve us from our own. I initially like these fellows with these fellows with their own tri-... tricerat..." he stops and eyes the parchment closely, "triceratops? I reckon this is some species of these large reptiles? No matter, while they do seem to the only ones actually focused on guiding us, they also seem interested in the treasure, which is a fair idea in itself, but might cost us more in the end."
The elf purses his lips and seems in thought, but eventually rips the notes from the board with a quick motion for the others to follow, "Wouldn't mind to know a bit more about all of this." he moves over towards the center of the establishment, or counter if there is one, and looks around to someone who works here and looks like they might lend an ear, gliding close to them almost as an apparition, "Pardon me, hello. Sorry to bother. I am Oranir, traveller from distant lands soon to venture into the jungles. These guides..." he shows the parchments in his hand, "Do you know these people? Are they competent? Have any of them alerady led expeditions into the jungle? Have their previous employers come out of it alive? Do they come here often? Can you get in contact with them? Maybe bring one of them here to talk to us? These places they speak of, what can you tell me about them? Firefinger and Hra-..." he stops to read the paper again, "Hrakhamar, damn Dwarvish... what are they? Pterafolk?" Oranir finally silences and stares at the person for a few seconds, after bombarding them with questions, "And a mug of t-... tej? For me and my friends, if you may."
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Laderan nods slowly at Oranir's approval. There had always been a difference between 'street smart' and 'smart smart', usually with the latter displaying a sever lack of the former, maybe there was some crossover into a middle ground though that was just 'smart'. Though that made Laderan re-assess his group for a moment, they all knew so little about each other really, and in strange places facing repeated perils you didn't want someone at your back that was going to run off when it got awkward. Of course, Laderan had to consider that they may be thinking exactly the same of him, though he hoped his bravado had currently been enough to assure them of his upstanding and reliable character... "Sounds like a plan. The only problem I can see is that we want a coin purse going in both locations. Flashing some gold can be an advantage at a race track, though you'll actually need coin to spend on the other tasks. Do we have some coppers that we can use to bulk out a purse with?"
With the tasks set and the two groups heading off their separate ways, Laderan stops a small ways outside the merchant prince's compound and grabs a few small stone chips and gravel from the roadside, then pushes them into the middle of a coin purse making it look overly inflated and a lot heavier than but with a handful of gold could near the top for show. He safely tucks it away for the moment, not wanting to attract attention in the wrong places.
As they approach the Anchorage Laderan watches the dinosaurs far more intently. Unsure of what makes each one so suited for the jobs hey do. He can see a mix of different beasts being used for similar jobs, and assumes these must be the 'draft'-osauruses, more placid and manageable. He hadn't been able to get close enough to their mouths yet to see what sort of teeth they had, hoping that they would be flatter and suited to vegetation more than rabbit. Once they are in the vicinity of the races Laderan brings the purse out on show, quietly mentioning to his companions, "No harm in letting a few people note the size of our purse. We're not exactly the least conspicuous bunch here, so word should get around whether we win or lose if we flash gold in the right places."
"Now, don't go getting shy on us Merrick. This isn't my first time getting drawn into an alley way... Though you ain't exactly my type." He winks and then turns around, watching towards the street for passers-by and any beggars or urchins that may be paying a little more attention than needed to their small diversion.
As he turns and sees the guard behind him, Laderan's pose drops into a half-crouch and his left hand instinctively and almost quicker than the eye can follow flies to the fresh dagger nestled in the small of his back whilst the other darts forwards palm down. He relaxes immediately as his companion's voice comes from the mouth of the guard, though his confusion only increases, "So, first you go invisible and now you turn into someone else? Those are some tricks that you definitely have to teach me!"
Laderan motions for Merrick to stop as he moves forwards intending to lead. "Best let Ashtear and me leave first, if anyone saw us go in then we might be able to spot their reaction when you walk out looking like this, rather than as yourself. Not that I thin that's likely just yet but it pays to be cautious." So saying Laderan moves smoothly out of the alley with Ashtear, they stop a little way down the street waiting for Merrick to emerge, casually keeping track of the people going about their business. Once Merrick emerges and wanders past the pair fall into line a ways back and keep their eyes peeled.
Once they reach the races proper Laderan scans the boards quickly. "Well, the odds are about as clean as they come. We should probably go have a look at these racers up close. I don't know what I'm looking for exactly but the trainers would be a good place to start. See if they've had new backers recently of if the beasts are in particularly good form."
Persuasion: 14
Investigation: 17
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
Oranir, Sayax, Vladimir:
The Thundering Lizard’s doors open directly onto the Red Bazaar. The light and raucous area inside is split across two levels. The front area is comprised of a long bar with a colorful awning over it. The rear area is made up of additional seating, and an area of cushions to lounge on, filled with guests smoking hookah pipes. A small stage supports a small band. The atmosphere of the chaotic market extends throughout the inn. Patrons include a diverse mixture of local Chultans and travelers from afar. A mixture of colonial Amnian and Chultan features can be seen in the decor. Features such as Amnian tiled floors can be seen alongside richly dyed fabrics of Chult. Posted on the door and along the walls are copies of the colorful menu of food and drink on offer.
(See Discord #library)
Oranir glides toward the bar, where a Chultan man in his 40s tends to customers. Beside the bar, advertisements for a multitude of serves are posted, including new and additional guide flyers and an advert for rooftop rain catcher cleaning. “Hello there!” the barkeep says cheerily, seemingly oblivious to the nosferatuan approach of the necromancer. “I am Emeska Isrit, owner of this fine establishment! Are you looking for accommodation? There is no more entertaining inn in Chult!”
Emeska chuckles when questioned about the guides. “I reckon anyone crazy enough and capable of entering them jungles is both worth knowing and staying clear of. They come in and out, looking for work. As long as they buy a tej, I’m happy, and their services keep adventurers close at hand. Any one in particular you’re looking for? Have you seen all the flyers?” He thumbs toward the wall to the side.
“As for the jungle, can’t say I know much other than ya probably don’t want to go. Firefinger just sounds painful, ha! And pterafolk, them’s flyin’ beasts. Don’t want no meeting with them.”
(Just for ease of reference....
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Laderan Swifley makes a Persuasion check!
1d20 (19) + 3 = 22
Laderan Swifley makes am Investigation check!
1d20 (17) - 1 = 16
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
Clapping her hands together-her larger gauntlets looking smaller and more similiar to vampbraces in their current configuration for idle township searching. "You've got quite some sparks of magic! Or is it an item? I think i could do something simliar with time to make something... its impressive. Kin you do that much?" Giving a small twirl looking around the area and pulling her coat closer and over her shoulder bag.
"Well we best look like we had reasons to go in an allyway if you're worried, offering the crook of her arm to link arms with the rabbit. You're quite a dish Mr Hop. "A bit gamey but everyone likes a little Hasenpfeffer now and then." as they head out from the allyway
(perc to see if anyone clocked our group weirdly in the ally scene) 22+1
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"Hop, unless you've got some credentials in racing you haven't shared. I'd be surprised if they let folks do a walkabout with the racers or the dinobuddies. If they even hang out today. Maybe some celebratory pubwatching if we're in luck around here. ..." Taking a thought Ashtear tries to find a Bookie or other official stall sort of personnel.
"Do you list betting odds for the races? Whose favored and whose a long shot these time around?" Ashtear inquires. Taking note of previous race particpants if there is some kind of board.
(Not sure if I can roll investigate or not for trying to cross reference the favored racer, the low favored racer. and then trying to find the last few results and see if the "surprise winner" that makes a bundle is often a low roller, or a consistent odds kind of one previously. Or if the one that suddently became ill or otherwise mid race was always a favored winner etc)
8 +2 Guidance and Adv due to message in discord~
"Emeska!" the dragonborn takes her hand in his and gives it a healthy shake, "What a beautiful name and you have quite the establishment here! I see that my partner here has all the questions taken care of, as you can see we are looking to head into the jungle, smart or not. Has there been others lately that have also been heading out to be crazy like us?" he looks to the wall she is pointing to about guides.. are there more there that we have yet to read about?
"Ah yes and some tej please! With the heat, you really need to have that in hand now, don't you? Also, would you mind pointing us in the direction of Merchant Prince Ekene-Afa? We'd be much obliged."
Ashtear, Laderan, Merrick:
Ashtear locates a bookie, identifiable by the indigo scarves tied around their arms. Betting on the races is of course big business and so there is absolutely no stigma associated with the profession.
A graceful smile and the bookie is all ears. “Da next event, da day afta’ ‘morrow, is a momentous, new event da Merchant Princes call Na N’buso’s Haka. Dis means ‘da great king’s war dance,’ in honor of da ancient kings of da past--no matta’ da era or city dey once ruled, just like da golden statue dat stand’ guard over da harba’. Da race occur in two part. First, da derby is held, den da race propa. Dis inaugural race has been kept a bad secret, and da Merchant Princes always lookin’ for fresh blood to enter among da Chultan racers brave enough to face da risk.”
Laderan and Merrick don’t notice anyone trying to avoid the appearance of the guards. On the contrary, the presence of one dressed in official guard’s dress draws some long stares.
Laderan:
You notice that two onlookers carry weapons and boots of a make identical to that worn by the Chultan guards guarding Merchant Prince Wakanga’s estate. Could these be “undercover” Chultan guards in civilian dress? Is Merrick’s appearance risking their cover?
Oranir, Sayax, Vladimir:
Emeska chuckles. “Oh! There’s always folks riskin’ their necks in the jungle. No shortage of that. What’s rarer is them who come back. Most disappear. Even the guides aren’t guaranteed to survive. They say adventuring is a dangerous job, but I say jungle guides have it worse. They sure earn their money.”
Emeska quickly fills a mug from a jug of tej and places it in front of Sayax (4cp please) before nodding at the flyers by the bar.
“Merchant Prince Ekene-Afa’s villa is north of the Grand Souk. Do you seek a meeting?”
Sayax inspects the board and notes two additional flyers not seen outside.
River Mist and Flask of Wine:
Shago:
Oranir follows up Emeska's nod towards the other notes on the walls, approaching and narrowing his eyes at what ge judges bad calligraphy as he reads it, "Hmm... What is it with the attitudes on these? Is this how they try to impress expeditions? Expressing contempt for their peers? I must admit I quite dislike that and I won't try to stop that from affecting my judgement and choice on the matter. Unfortunately, the only two who refrain from that behavior are the ones with interests beyond the call of a guide." the elf purses his lips and shakes his head at that, approaching Sayax and Vladimir, "What do we think of these? Do we secure our lodging here so we can have the owner fetch one of them easily tomorrow? We can go do the shopping and think on this, present the choices to the rest of the team and then get a name when we're back to settle for the night. When they're summoned tomorrow, we can meet and discuss."
The elf spends another moment in thought, looking at the guide notes, "I was initially drawn to these Faroul and Gondolo fellows, but all this bickering among the guides did throw me off`them all. Back at the first two with their personal quests, they initially struck as unnecessary, but considering we have no clue as to the location of the..." he lowers to a whisper briefly, "of the Soulmonger, we might as well go anywhere." he eventually looks off into the distance, out a window to nowhere in particular, "Which reminds me, we should also seek some leads on that... But who in this city might know something of this? Temple folk, perhaps?"
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Vladimir has spent the last few hours lost in thought. Merrick's sincerity back at Wakanga's has stricken him. He is wondering if this is what being friends is; not only fighting together and looking after one another physically but sharing intimacies and feelings. He was so surprised by Merrick's confession, that he didn't register the mess Merrick made of his tunic until the party had already split. He frowned thinking about it; he would give his life to save Merrick's, but surely asking him to bear Merrick's grimy handprints was too far. He would have to show him the proper use of a handkerchief when the party came back together.
Reading the advertisements alongside Oranir and Sayax, Vladimir is struck by the bravado of all the guides. They must all be quite brave and skilled in survival. At the same time, he notices that only the first guide makes mention of avoiding danger. He knows it is dishonorable to back down from a fight, but it seems unwise to spend all their strength on dangers they could avoid just as easily when they need to keep their focus on finding the Soulmonger. "Friends," he says, "I think that we should go with the first guide. I think that she displays the wisest approach to traversing the unknown and she seems willing to set aside her personal quest for ours. Of course, if she behaves nobly and true, I'd be happy to help her as well."
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Oranir nods and smiles at Vladimir, "Yes. That makes a lot of sense, Master Sunshower." he shrugs, "Here I am, all babbling about and haven't shared my personal preferences on the matter. Yes, I'd agree with this Azaka one, but the deal with these Faroul and Gondolo does seem good despite their attitude, two guides and a dinosaur after all. What say you, Sayax?" he sighs and puts the notes away for a moment, "Those are valuable throughts on the matter, and I'd also like to hear those of our other friends, and hope they're not being arrested as we speak."
Raising one finger, the elf looks at his two nearby companion in turn, "Also, I'd like to make use of the two holiest among us," he motions to the two, "and visit a temple. Before or after we take care of the gear. I believe you'll agree a preemptive prayer and blessings couldn't hurt our expedition, and I may have a thing or two to ask the acolytes there. Maybe we can stock up on some holy water as well. Agreeable?"
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Merrick blushes at the request from Laderan to share his secrets and words of encouragement from Ashtear, which carry forward to the face of the illusory guard's cheeks. "Erm... Well, yes... Maybe later I can..." he thinks, trying hard to not disappoint the others while also grimacing at the need to tell a little white lie, "show you, hmm?"
At both of their request to lead the way, Merrick gives a polite nod. In conceiving this plan, he now realized there may be good reason for a lack of guards in this area. He shuddered at the thought of danger or getting accosted by some ruffians in the crowd, or worse caught for impersonating a guard. He stiffened his lip and tried to put on as brave a face as he could as he tailed Laderan and Ashtear.
Seeing no obvious signs and afraid to keep up the ruse for any longer, Merrick dodges into another side alley whilst Laderan and Ashtear spoke with the Bookie. He gave his big, furry ears one more wiggle and watched as the illusion of the guard swap translucence with his own person and melted into the ground like a pile of snow beside a hearth. He tucked his tunic outward with both thumbs to wick his sweat, some from the heat and some from his fearfulness of being caught, and stepped back out behind Laderan and Ashtear.
Merrick listens to the bookie and remembers the wishes of his companions who wished to participate in the races. He speaks up shyly, "Erm... This Na N’buso’s Haka. Is there a, what would you call it, a map for it? Or more that you could tell us about the two races, hmmm?" He gulps but presses on to get the info for the others, "And, ummm... How would new blood sign up?"
Laderan chuckles at Ashtear's comments, "No, I have no special pass to get near them, my experience with races has been that there punters get to actually see the bests beforehand, that way if there is something you don't like about one or do like about anoher it encourages your bet one way or another. Granted it has been with much tamer creatures. Can't imagine one of those big fellas on two legs with the teeny arms and big jaw would encourage much support if it ate a potential backer."
He pats Ashtear on the shoulder as he moves up to the conversation Merrick is having with the bookie, thankful that Merrick resumed his normal appearance. As he listens to the conversation he tries to surreptitiously keep an eye on the two figures he spotted, watching how they react to the crowds, or whether they are watching anyone in particular.
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"So, if some of these dinos don't have riders, why would we bet on them? I mean, if I were to ride the favourite there's every chance that I'd steer it into the crowd or go the wrong way! Or do the riders not last very long in this sport?" The concern Laderan had immediately was that this was a way to fix the race without much need for other effects.
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
Vladimir nods his agreement with Oranir's suggestion. "I think it would also, eventually, be wise to seek out the Order of the Gauntlet at Camp Vengeance. They would obviously have some insight into the undead in the interior and, perhaps, provide us with clues to finding the Soulmonger."
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Sayax chuckles at Oranir’s thought of the others being arrested, “Oh I’m sure they’re fine!” He then turns back to Emeska, “Are any of the guides currently here for us to talk to?”
“Oh yes, let us visit the temple, what a splendid idea! And the order? Wow, good thing we split up as we also have shopping to do. Vlad, are you good with staying here for the evening? We can at least cross this off the list if you are.”
Oranir, Sayax, Vladimir:
Emeska nods. "As a matter o'f fact, there is." He points off into a far corner, where the smoke of a hookah pipe hangs so thick it practically curtains the table. There sits an albino dwarf, mouthpiece of the hookah dangling precariously from his lip. This would be the guide known as Musharib.
Ashtear, Laderan, Merrick:
Merrick is able to change his appearance without too much fuss. While he is tucked away into the side alley, he does manage to pick up on a whispered conversation taking place down the way, between to Chultans.
"'N da bets are all over," says a woman in a yellow dress. "Da longshot odds are da ones dat are payin' out more 'n any. "N den da dino drop dead two, tree, days later! And dese riders always be newcomers who disappear wit' no trace 'n never be seen again!"
"True", replies the other, a man in a blue turban. "The bookies are paying out incredible sums. How long can they afford it? It causes doubt in betters and unbalances the city's economy. The racing is our biggest attraction, next to the Coliseum and Executioner's Run!"
"Aye. Next thing you know we be back to bein' colonized by Amn. At least dey be more guards patrolling the streets, even if they in disguise. Even so, I hear dey is more sightings of grung and even yuan-ti inside da city! And none is caught!"
"You mean da bettin'?" asks the bookie. "Da preliminiary race is closed, 'n all dinos have dey riders. Open racin' occur in da second race, 'n it is dat race you may enter."
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Oranir was ready to walk out the door when he heard Emeska's words. The elf stopped on his tracks, narrowed his eyes at the corner of the room the man pointed at and analyzed the dwarf from a distance, then shrugged "Hmph... Wouldn't hurt, I suppose."
Approaching the dwarf, Oranir nods as he approaches and holds up the parchment he torn from the mural, clearly showing he is comparing the actual dwarf to the sketch "Pardon my intrusion, Master Dwarf. I suppose you are the guide Musharib? Greetings." the elf extends his hand, as his other hand waves and futilely tries to disperse the fog, "Oranir. Me and my associates have recently arrived in the city and we may need the assistance of someone of your trade. Do you mind if we sit down to talk for a while?" and motions for his other companions to approach, "You see, it's a matter of some importance that draws us into the jungle, and we'd appreciate a certain urgency to it."
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