Vladimir, looking at Eshek, says, “Grandfather Zitembe, before we go, is there anything you can tell us about Orolunga, east of Mbala, or a wise guardian who might live there?”
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Laderan nods his head vigorously and no only do his words lack the bravado you've come to expect, they lack any conviction - as though the words don't match what he is thinking, "Oh, of course we'll talk to him first. I doubt a straightforward 'excuse me Mr former gladiator, would you mind paying us your gambling debt' is going to work though."He thumbs his chin and his scratches one of his ears as he muses. "We might need a slightly more cunning approach, and with your size Merrick, it might be enough to bluff our way through this without anyone getting hurt... Might... Maybe... Yeah, I guess there's a slim chance."The rabbitkin hops off his bar stool and remarks, the surety back in his words again, "Barkeep, one more of those sickening beverages! Merrick, Ashtear, just stand here and look imposing for the moment. I'll be right back." before he strides confidently over towards Taban, drink in hand.
@DM - As Laderan approaches, does it look like Taban would have the money on him? Perception22
Imposing himself at Taban's side, Laderan interrupts whatever the big man is engaged with by extending him a hand to shake and a warm greeting, his voice has taken on a different accent, slightly sharper, a little more nasal and the tempo of his words is notably quicker but with a hanging trawl on certain sounds, "Heyyyy there fella. I'm recently into Chult with m' boi, the big lad over there," he points over to Merrick, "He's a fighter like y' nev'r seen before, an that lil lass is his trainer. I know right! Not what you'd expect, but wow, they blew me away, and I've been around, y' know what I mean? So I know a man o' the sand when I see one, an I reckon y' look like y' know how t' handle yourself, not as well as m' boi but probably well enough."He slaps himself lightly in the face, taking the moment to draw in a breath before continuing, not giving Taban a chance to get a word in edgeways, "Ah! I surely didn't even introduce myself. Name's Swifty, I'm an agent, formerly worked in't Feywild, biiiig money there f' a bettin' man. Heard there were good fighter's here so I'm looking t' set up shop, got me t' backin' o' a famous adventurer from up in Baldur's Gate, an she gone put me in with one o' these prince's. My first client, we're calling him 'The Drunk Monk', he's gonna be reeeeal big. I just need t' get him a reputation here first. See I spoke to some bookies an they don't work like we do back home. All paper, no coin. Ain't willin' t' get m' fighter in a fight f' weeks an my purse is huuuungeerry. Now, if we were t' have a little scuffle, an' word were t' carry that m' boi an a big fella like y'self were gonna settle some differences, we could make some mutally benefical gains. Say have you got coin on you? I'm thinkin' if y' can match me t' the sum o' 500G's..." He shakes the purse he had stacked before their trip to the races, opening the top to reveal the gold. "We make a scene here, and I take a few cash bets that y' get put on y' ass. Give y' some sweet odds as if y'd stand a chance, and t' locals are gonna back y' cos my boi ain't no-one to them. Boom you get planted an' we split the profit an' m' boi here gets some gossip he can fight."
Merrick grins, scratches his hair and looks a bit puzzled towards Laderan with regards to his ploy. Imposing, he thought, well I suppose I could try? He felt that new sense of relief once more as the recognition of his martial prowess gave confidence to Merrick's actions in being here. Now to just look the part.
As Laderan begins talking, Merrick listens intently. Catching onto his drift, he quickly pulls aside Ashtear and whispers, "Erm... Let's do like he said and, uhhh... follow my lead."
Merrick stands up straight and stiffens his frame, extending his lanky 7' 8" form to full height. Sweeping his arms in a wide circle (though careful not to spill the food and drink at the bar table) he brings a closed fist into an open palm. Moving his knee gracefully upward now, he sweeps his leg out and launches his appendages out into a graceful dance of fluid movement and rigid fake strikes against unseen foes. This kata was nothing like what Ashtear nor Laderan had seen before in the lich's lair, but rather a more traditional and ceremonial exercise. Best to not give away his preferred fighting style, he thought, as Master Rhurker would appreciate his subtlety in keeping a potential opponent off-guard.
As he continues his dance about the bar, he locks eyes with Taban. Mustering all of the courage he can, he begins to work his kata with more momentum behind his strikes. Pivoting on his heels whilst never losing sight of the gladiator, Merrick culminates his dance with a spin into a kneeling position aside two separate patrons of the bar sitting at different tables. Merrick purposefully picked two individuals who looked, well, rotund and well enjoying the food and drink.
He thinks to his handwraps, please please please work, grips a leg from each of the chairs, and hoists both of the individuals up effortlessly into the air as he steps up from his kneeling position. He then straightens his arms out, parading the persons out then back again, before turning his back to Taban and gracefully lowering both individuals down without breaking a single bead of sweat.
Merrick looks back over his shoulder as he stands up and gives Taban a sly grin.
Sayax nods at the grandfather's proposal and is about to leave when Vlad asks his questions. He waits patiently to see what the answers are and wonders where they should head to next?
Zitembe nods his head reverently as the group prepares to depart. But, he listens to Vladimir and frowns. "These are ancient cities, lost within the jungles of Chult. That is really all I can say about them."
Oranir notices a hooded acolyte, carrying an urn of water, eavesdropping on their conversation. When noticed, she hurries along toward a hallway.
Ashtear, Laderan, Merrick:
Ladern notices that Taban carries a leather pouch that could conceivably hold coin.
Taban stares, slack-jawed, as Ladern unleashes a barrage of words. But, staring at Merrick, he seems to get the jist. "Taban fight for coin. Heh. Heh." His voice is incredibly deep. He removes himself from his chair and collects his shield and spear. At the bar, the barkeep suddenly looks incredibly nervous. "No fighting in here, now! Take it to the street!"
Laderan walks over to Merrick and Ashtear, "That was easier than I thought. Now Ashtear and I will work on getting the money away from him whilst you concentrate on keeping yourself away from his... Ah shucks, I forgot to say it was a fist fight! Errr, if you could knock him out that would be helpful!"
As Taban walks outside, Laderan ushers Merrick and shout out "Five to one against Taban! Five to one I tell you. Coin upfront! Payout when Taban hit's the deck." He quickly starts walking out after Taban and ensuring his words reach more prospective punters.
Oranir raises one eyebrow at the hurrying acolyte, then turns to the conversation and nods, spreading his arms to gather his companions, "We truly owe you much, Grandfather Zitembe, and will trouble you no more this day. See you tomorrow, then!" and hurriedly nudges the others out, trying to circle them towards the hurrying acolyte. As the elf reaches the passage, he looks to one side and the other, "Intriguing, I could swear someone was very interested in our conversation with the old man. I'm of the mind of finding out why." and tries to hurry the others along on their way.
Merrick gulps as Laderan leads him outside with Ashtear. "Erm... Right, fist fight, ummm... no problem?"To the others, Merrick's grey complexion appears to have taken on a paler shade as he begins to realize the enormity of the situation. And by enormity, he meant Taban, as the gladiators honed muscles glistened in the daytime sunlight outside the bar.
As others follow their procession outside, they begin to draw in the surrounding crowds for the upcoming spectacle. Watching Taban begin to take practiced, powerful swings with his fists, Merrick starts to mimic his warm-up through nervously rolling his shoulders, swaying his head from side to side, and shaking out his arms. He whispers to Laderan during his stretching, "Erm... Are you sure, uhhh... this plan is going to, well, work?".
Merrick looks back to Taban, then back to Ashtear and Laderan, then back to Taban again. He tightens the Might of the Masons around his fists and prepares himself for the brawl.
The woman, a human, is easily spotted placing the heavy water urn down beside a simple stone fountain adorned with eye engravings. She stares at you openly, beseechingly even. She approaches on her own.
“Greetings. You are adventurers, heading into the jungles yes? I am--I am Inete. Savras has shown me visions. Visions of the jungle. I am very worried. I have spoken to Grandfather Zitembe, but his burdens are great, and he bid me find my own way. In my dreams I have seen red-robed wizards practicing dark magic in the depths of the jungle. What they are doing, I am not sure, but I feel nearly suffocated by an oppressive sense of, of evil. I know that my visions show me a region, deep in the jungle, known as the Aldani Basin, and it is there that these evil wizards are located. I feel compelled to learn what is happening there. It is my duty in service to Savras. If you would--if you would take me with you? If you are going toward or through that region. I offer the healing touch of Savras. I will bring my own food and supplies, and I have coin! One hundred gold pieces I will give you.”
Patting Merrick on the back. "If you don't die, I can heal you reasonably well. If you can, it looks like he's favoring his left a little. Maybe you can get around and choke him out!" Ashtear offers with a smile and a glint of magic. "Give a shout if you need to tag out ."
Taking bit of metal, squee"How about this starts when this lands?"zing it in her hand a moment, revelaing a glowing sigil on each side, she spins it
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Oranir stops briefly as he group reaches the passage, eyes the woman then raises one eyebrow as he slowly steps closer to hear the woman, making no effort to hide the fact that he measuring every word she says, "Red Wizards? Of course a c-... *ahem*occurrence of such proportions would draw them. If they are indeed here, I wouldn't be surprised." he sighs, "But tell me, what it is that made you draw our attention and tell us this out here instead of in the presence of your elder, Inete? Is it simply because he would not approve of your wishes to go into the dangerous jungle... or is is it some other ulterior motivation? What is this Aldani Basin, and what is it to you?" the elf ponders out loud, then throws his arms up in a show of surrender, "You must forgive my questioning, it is just that we must be careful with our expedition. I'm sure you understand." he narrows his eyes and remains silent waiting for a response.
Sayax follows behind Oranir as they begin the conversation with the woman. As she asks to join them, he is about to say, Well of course you can! You can't go out into the jungle all on your own!, But Oranir starts in before he has the chance and as the elf asks his questions, Sayax nods. They are good questions indeed and not ones he would have thought of.
He does add though, "The guides that have posted their services throughout town, do you know anything about any of them? We are in need of a guide, obviously and didn't know if you had any insight?"
Inete nods her head at Oranir. “Yes! Grandfather Zitembe would not approve of me entering the jungle. But Savras has given me this knowledge as a gift. To fail to heed it, to use it, would not show proper gratitude. I have never been to the Aldani Basin, only heard it spoken of by guides and adventurers. They say it is found up the River Soshenstar. If you follow the river, you will find the Basin.”
Oranir senses no deception in Inete’s explanation.
“There are so many guides,” she continues. “Some disappear, others appear all the time. I cannot speak to their abilities, unfortunately. Neither do I know the jungles. I… I was hoping you would.”
Ashtear, Laderan, Merrick:
Outside The Sticky Mermaid, the smell of saltwater mingles with that of the detritus of the commercial activities of the warehouse district. Seagulls are particularly thick here, lured by the ample fishing of the harbor and the garbage of the city. To the north, a large cargo ship has blocked the channel, causing a bit of a commotion that way as the harbormaster’s crew berate the crew and coordinate water traffic.
Ladern’s rallying catch the attention of several sailors, ever eager to bet a good fight, as one, two, three, take note. Soon a small crowd has gathered, several sailors clearing a space on the corner of a warehouse building. Laderan finds himself with thirty gold in bets.
Without producing any coin, Taban claims the circle, wielding his spear and shield. If he had been drinking inside the shack, it doesn’t show. Neither does it seem he intends for this to be a fist fight. He slams his weapon against his shield and roars, to massive cheers from the crowd. “Tall Taban done come to dance by the sea! Even the arena cannot hold him!” More cheers. “And who brave enough to dance with Taban? This big man here!” He holds his spear up horizontally at Merrick in a show of respect. Then he crouches low, thumping the butt of the spear on the dirt as he begins to circle the perimeter.
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Seemingly satisfied at his conclusions and her explanation, Oranir nods almost as much to himself as to the woman in front of the group, "Fair enough, Inete. We here are but half of our heads, so I wouldn't speak for all of them, but I wouldn't mind if you were to accompany us. While we do not fully know of the jungle, we are certainly hiring someone who does, and on top of that, we have hardy folk among us with peculiar abilities on each of our areas of expertise." he looks at the others and nods, "We will still spend a couple of days in the city, probably departing only on the day after tomorrow or the one after that. Until then, we'll be either at the Thundering Lizard or..." he snaps his fingers and narrows his eyes as if trying to remember something, "the other, quieter inn, I'm sure you are familiar. You can meet with the rest of the expedition at these locations if you wish. Other than that, we'll gather at the gate on the day of our departure." he bows, "Until then."
After the conversation dies down, he confides in the others as they walk to their next destination, "Something struck me odd with that one at first... I'm sure it was just an impression." the elf shakes his head, "Off to where, now? Check the alternative inn as Vladimir intended, then back to the Thundering Lizard to meet the others?"
Kaya’s House of Reposeis known as a more expensive, but quiet, inn where adventurer’s can get some good rest and relaxation.
Located on a quiet side of road near the Red Bazaar, its location is a prime spot for travelers seeking to retire to comfort following a long day of exploring the culture of the port. The symbol of the inn is a stylized, sleeping eye.
You enter, passing friendly bouncers, into a grand lobby. Stylish decore provides comfort and art features, such as Batiri masks on the walls and potted native plants, show the rich culture and beauty of Chult. The inn presents an aesthetic of a tamed and comfortable Chult. A host desk, staffed by a stylish female receptionist, is situated in the center of the room. The sound of guests chatting and laughing echoes through the chamber. To the west, a spiral staircase leads up to the rooms, a corridor to the east leads to a spa suite, and an archway behind the front desk opens into a restaurant.
The receptionist greets you with a charming smile. “Good afternoon. Welcome to Kaya’s House of Repose. Are you checking into one of our sumptuous rooms? Joining us for an extraordinary meal? Partaking in our luxurious spa treatments?”
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Merrick begins to sweat profusely, though not from the heat. Whilst the monastery used to hold large gatherings for demonstrations of ritual combat for those in the Order of the Rose, he never had chance to actually participate. Seeing the throng of people now surrounding Taban and himself, a feeling of stage fright washed over him.
As Taban salutes Merrick with his spear and shield, an idea quickly passed through his head. Channeling the calm confidence of Master Rhurker, he returns the salute with a head bow while holding his staff out tall.
Merrick clears his throat and speaks as Taban begins to circle his prey, "Erm... It does me honor that I, ummm... get to have this dance with you, Taban."Focus, Merrick, focus! "Honorable combat has long been a tradition of my people, and I hope to return that honor to a revered gladiator such as yourself. However, I came to dance with the brave Taban himself..." Merrick lets his quarter staff drop from his grasp, clanging onto the soft ground, "... not his tools."
Persuasion @ Taban to see if he would fight hand-to-hand instead of with weapons: 11 plus 2 guidance
From the side, putting on her best "cute girl watching something violent" look-one she's trying to copy from a barmaid her granda had a old man crush on. Ashtear follows up . "Oh yay! A solid fist fight. Sweaty hand to hand, proving their might of their body. Anyone can buy a fancy weapon. But muscles, Bones, Blood. BACKBONE! They take years to build. True dedication. So delicious a work ethic! "
Attemtping her best to stir the crowd in the direction of "Yeah! lets see a good brawl!" instead of "lets see a good fight to the end"
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Pressing his fingertips together in front of him, Oranir makes a quite comical sturgeon face and nods, seemingly impressed as he scans the features inside, "Quite the stablishment you have here, miss. Would you have..." he counts on his fingers quickly, "six rooms avaialble? Or a room for six, alternatively? Two nights, our expedition may want to enjoy on some of this place's luxuries before facing the hardships of the jungle for Labelas knows how long." then the elf turns at the others and nods somewhat inquisitively, prompting them to voice their opinions.
Looking at the others, "I believe that the extra coins that this will cost will definitely be worth in relaxation and security as we prepare to face quite the opposite in the following days. We've seen both stablishments and I guess we can either make the call or wait for the others to choose later." he raises one finger and turns back to the receptionist, "That reminds me... Would you know of any good jungle guides? Any of them in here we could have a quick chat with?"
For Vladimir, the change in atmosphere as they enter the inn is like a wave of peace settling over him. It is not the luxury of the place, it is the calm it represents in the boisterous city. He wants to talk to the other travelers staying here. He suspects he will find kindred spirits among them. Turning to his companions, he said, “We should get their cheapest room.” And then he wanders down the hall toward the laughter he hears.
Vladimir, looking at Eshek, says, “Grandfather Zitembe, before we go, is there anything you can tell us about Orolunga, east of Mbala, or a wise guardian who might live there?”
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Laderan nods his head vigorously and no only do his words lack the bravado you've come to expect, they lack any conviction - as though the words don't match what he is thinking, "Oh, of course we'll talk to him first. I doubt a straightforward 'excuse me Mr former gladiator, would you mind paying us your gambling debt' is going to work though." He thumbs his chin and his scratches one of his ears as he muses. "We might need a slightly more cunning approach, and with your size Merrick, it might be enough to bluff our way through this without anyone getting hurt... Might... Maybe... Yeah, I guess there's a slim chance." The rabbitkin hops off his bar stool and remarks, the surety back in his words again, "Barkeep, one more of those sickening beverages! Merrick, Ashtear, just stand here and look imposing for the moment. I'll be right back." before he strides confidently over towards Taban, drink in hand.
@DM - As Laderan approaches, does it look like Taban would have the money on him? Perception 22
Imposing himself at Taban's side, Laderan interrupts whatever the big man is engaged with by extending him a hand to shake and a warm greeting, his voice has taken on a different accent, slightly sharper, a little more nasal and the tempo of his words is notably quicker but with a hanging trawl on certain sounds, "Heyyyy there fella. I'm recently into Chult with m' boi, the big lad over there," he points over to Merrick, "He's a fighter like y' nev'r seen before, an that lil lass is his trainer. I know right! Not what you'd expect, but wow, they blew me away, and I've been around, y' know what I mean? So I know a man o' the sand when I see one, an I reckon y' look like y' know how t' handle yourself, not as well as m' boi but probably well enough." He slaps himself lightly in the face, taking the moment to draw in a breath before continuing, not giving Taban a chance to get a word in edgeways, "Ah! I surely didn't even introduce myself. Name's Swifty, I'm an agent, formerly worked in't Feywild, biiiig money there f' a bettin' man. Heard there were good fighter's here so I'm looking t' set up shop, got me t' backin' o' a famous adventurer from up in Baldur's Gate, an she gone put me in with one o' these prince's. My first client, we're calling him 'The Drunk Monk', he's gonna be reeeeal big. I just need t' get him a reputation here first. See I spoke to some bookies an they don't work like we do back home. All paper, no coin. Ain't willin' t' get m' fighter in a fight f' weeks an my purse is huuuungeerry. Now, if we were t' have a little scuffle, an' word were t' carry that m' boi an a big fella like y'self were gonna settle some differences, we could make some mutally benefical gains. Say have you got coin on you? I'm thinkin' if y' can match me t' the sum o' 500G's..." He shakes the purse he had stacked before their trip to the races, opening the top to reveal the gold. "We make a scene here, and I take a few cash bets that y' get put on y' ass. Give y' some sweet odds as if y'd stand a chance, and t' locals are gonna back y' cos my boi ain't no-one to them. Boom you get planted an' we split the profit an' m' boi here gets some gossip he can fight."
Deception 22
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
Merrick grins, scratches his hair and looks a bit puzzled towards Laderan with regards to his ploy. Imposing, he thought, well I suppose I could try? He felt that new sense of relief once more as the recognition of his martial prowess gave confidence to Merrick's actions in being here. Now to just look the part.
As Laderan begins talking, Merrick listens intently. Catching onto his drift, he quickly pulls aside Ashtear and whispers, "Erm... Let's do like he said and, uhhh... follow my lead."
Merrick stands up straight and stiffens his frame, extending his lanky 7' 8" form to full height. Sweeping his arms in a wide circle (though careful not to spill the food and drink at the bar table) he brings a closed fist into an open palm. Moving his knee gracefully upward now, he sweeps his leg out and launches his appendages out into a graceful dance of fluid movement and rigid fake strikes against unseen foes. This kata was nothing like what Ashtear nor Laderan had seen before in the lich's lair, but rather a more traditional and ceremonial exercise. Best to not give away his preferred fighting style, he thought, as Master Rhurker would appreciate his subtlety in keeping a potential opponent off-guard.
As he continues his dance about the bar, he locks eyes with Taban. Mustering all of the courage he can, he begins to work his kata with more momentum behind his strikes. Pivoting on his heels whilst never losing sight of the gladiator, Merrick culminates his dance with a spin into a kneeling position aside two separate patrons of the bar sitting at different tables. Merrick purposefully picked two individuals who looked, well, rotund and well enjoying the food and drink.
He thinks to his handwraps, please please please work, grips a leg from each of the chairs, and hoists both of the individuals up effortlessly into the air as he steps up from his kneeling position. He then straightens his arms out, parading the persons out then back again, before turning his back to Taban and gracefully lowering both individuals down without breaking a single bead of sweat.
Merrick looks back over his shoulder as he stands up and gives Taban a sly grin.
Sayax nods at the grandfather's proposal and is about to leave when Vlad asks his questions. He waits patiently to see what the answers are and wonders where they should head to next?
Oranir, Sayax, Vladimir:
Zitembe nods his head reverently as the group prepares to depart. But, he listens to Vladimir and frowns. "These are ancient cities, lost within the jungles of Chult. That is really all I can say about them."
Oranir notices a hooded acolyte, carrying an urn of water, eavesdropping on their conversation. When noticed, she hurries along toward a hallway.
Ashtear, Laderan, Merrick:
Ladern notices that Taban carries a leather pouch that could conceivably hold coin.
Taban stares, slack-jawed, as Ladern unleashes a barrage of words. But, staring at Merrick, he seems to get the jist. "Taban fight for coin. Heh. Heh." His voice is incredibly deep. He removes himself from his chair and collects his shield and spear. At the bar, the barkeep suddenly looks incredibly nervous. "No fighting in here, now! Take it to the street!"
Taban nods. "We fight in street."
Laderan walks over to Merrick and Ashtear, "That was easier than I thought. Now Ashtear and I will work on getting the money away from him whilst you concentrate on keeping yourself away from his... Ah shucks, I forgot to say it was a fist fight! Errr, if you could knock him out that would be helpful!"
As Taban walks outside, Laderan ushers Merrick and shout out "Five to one against Taban! Five to one I tell you. Coin upfront! Payout when Taban hit's the deck." He quickly starts walking out after Taban and ensuring his words reach more prospective punters.
Bring out your inner chatacter class...
Oranir raises one eyebrow at the hurrying acolyte, then turns to the conversation and nods, spreading his arms to gather his companions, "We truly owe you much, Grandfather Zitembe, and will trouble you no more this day. See you tomorrow, then!" and hurriedly nudges the others out, trying to circle them towards the hurrying acolyte. As the elf reaches the passage, he looks to one side and the other, "Intriguing, I could swear someone was very interested in our conversation with the old man. I'm of the mind of finding out why." and tries to hurry the others along on their way.
Perception 15 and Stealth 4, if needed.
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Merrick gulps as Laderan leads him outside with Ashtear. "Erm... Right, fist fight, ummm... no problem?" To the others, Merrick's grey complexion appears to have taken on a paler shade as he begins to realize the enormity of the situation. And by enormity, he meant Taban, as the gladiators honed muscles glistened in the daytime sunlight outside the bar.
As others follow their procession outside, they begin to draw in the surrounding crowds for the upcoming spectacle. Watching Taban begin to take practiced, powerful swings with his fists, Merrick starts to mimic his warm-up through nervously rolling his shoulders, swaying his head from side to side, and shaking out his arms. He whispers to Laderan during his stretching, "Erm... Are you sure, uhhh... this plan is going to, well, work?".
Merrick looks back to Taban, then back to Ashtear and Laderan, then back to Taban again. He tightens the Might of the Masons around his fists and prepares himself for the brawl.
Oranir, Sayax, Vladimir:
The woman, a human, is easily spotted placing the heavy water urn down beside a simple stone fountain adorned with eye engravings. She stares at you openly, beseechingly even. She approaches on her own.
“Greetings. You are adventurers, heading into the jungles yes? I am--I am Inete. Savras has shown me visions. Visions of the jungle. I am very worried. I have spoken to Grandfather Zitembe, but his burdens are great, and he bid me find my own way. In my dreams I have seen red-robed wizards practicing dark magic in the depths of the jungle. What they are doing, I am not sure, but I feel nearly suffocated by an oppressive sense of, of evil. I know that my visions show me a region, deep in the jungle, known as the Aldani Basin, and it is there that these evil wizards are located. I feel compelled to learn what is happening there. It is my duty in service to Savras. If you would--if you would take me with you? If you are going toward or through that region. I offer the healing touch of Savras. I will bring my own food and supplies, and I have coin! One hundred gold pieces I will give you.”
Patting Merrick on the back. "If you don't die, I can heal you reasonably well. If you can, it looks like he's favoring his left a little. Maybe you can get around and choke him out!" Ashtear offers with a smile and a glint of magic. "Give a shout if you need to tag out ."
Taking bit of metal, squee"How about this starts when this lands?"zing it in her hand a moment, revelaing a glowing sigil on each side, she spins it
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Oranir stops briefly as he group reaches the passage, eyes the woman then raises one eyebrow as he slowly steps closer to hear the woman, making no effort to hide the fact that he measuring every word she says, "Red Wizards? Of course a c-... *ahem* occurrence of such proportions would draw them. If they are indeed here, I wouldn't be surprised." he sighs, "But tell me, what it is that made you draw our attention and tell us this out here instead of in the presence of your elder, Inete? Is it simply because he would not approve of your wishes to go into the dangerous jungle... or is is it some other ulterior motivation? What is this Aldani Basin, and what is it to you?" the elf ponders out loud, then throws his arms up in a show of surrender, "You must forgive my questioning, it is just that we must be careful with our expedition. I'm sure you understand." he narrows his eyes and remains silent waiting for a response.
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Sayax follows behind Oranir as they begin the conversation with the woman. As she asks to join them, he is about to say, Well of course you can! You can't go out into the jungle all on your own!, But Oranir starts in before he has the chance and as the elf asks his questions, Sayax nods. They are good questions indeed and not ones he would have thought of.
He does add though, "The guides that have posted their services throughout town, do you know anything about any of them? We are in need of a guide, obviously and didn't know if you had any insight?"
Oranir, Sayax, Vladimir:
Inete nods her head at Oranir. “Yes! Grandfather Zitembe would not approve of me entering the jungle. But Savras has given me this knowledge as a gift. To fail to heed it, to use it, would not show proper gratitude. I have never been to the Aldani Basin, only heard it spoken of by guides and adventurers. They say it is found up the River Soshenstar. If you follow the river, you will find the Basin.”
Oranir senses no deception in Inete’s explanation.
“There are so many guides,” she continues. “Some disappear, others appear all the time. I cannot speak to their abilities, unfortunately. Neither do I know the jungles. I… I was hoping you would.”
Ashtear, Laderan, Merrick:
Outside The Sticky Mermaid, the smell of saltwater mingles with that of the detritus of the commercial activities of the warehouse district. Seagulls are particularly thick here, lured by the ample fishing of the harbor and the garbage of the city. To the north, a large cargo ship has blocked the channel, causing a bit of a commotion that way as the harbormaster’s crew berate the crew and coordinate water traffic.
Ladern’s rallying catch the attention of several sailors, ever eager to bet a good fight, as one, two, three, take note. Soon a small crowd has gathered, several sailors clearing a space on the corner of a warehouse building. Laderan finds himself with thirty gold in bets.
Without producing any coin, Taban claims the circle, wielding his spear and shield. If he had been drinking inside the shack, it doesn’t show. Neither does it seem he intends for this to be a fist fight. He slams his weapon against his shield and roars, to massive cheers from the crowd. “Tall Taban done come to dance by the sea! Even the arena cannot hold him!” More cheers. “And who brave enough to dance with Taban? This big man here!” He holds his spear up horizontally at Merrick in a show of respect. Then he crouches low, thumping the butt of the spear on the dirt as he begins to circle the perimeter.
(Actions? If entering combat, the party may act first in initiative! The crowd will not take kindly to outsiders meddling in the fight, and their odds, so any combat assistance will need to be accompanied by a Stealth roll or some other means to keep it hidden.)
Seemingly satisfied at his conclusions and her explanation, Oranir nods almost as much to himself as to the woman in front of the group, "Fair enough, Inete. We here are but half of our heads, so I wouldn't speak for all of them, but I wouldn't mind if you were to accompany us. While we do not fully know of the jungle, we are certainly hiring someone who does, and on top of that, we have hardy folk among us with peculiar abilities on each of our areas of expertise." he looks at the others and nods, "We will still spend a couple of days in the city, probably departing only on the day after tomorrow or the one after that. Until then, we'll be either at the Thundering Lizard or..." he snaps his fingers and narrows his eyes as if trying to remember something, "the other, quieter inn, I'm sure you are familiar. You can meet with the rest of the expedition at these locations if you wish. Other than that, we'll gather at the gate on the day of our departure." he bows, "Until then."
After the conversation dies down, he confides in the others as they walk to their next destination, "Something struck me odd with that one at first... I'm sure it was just an impression." the elf shakes his head, "Off to where, now? Check the alternative inn as Vladimir intended, then back to the Thundering Lizard to meet the others?"
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“Yes, let’s go to the quieter inn,” says Vladimir.
Tamryn - lvl 4 Wood Elf Rogue - Circle of Light Campaign || Drusilla - lvl 1 Half-Elf Ranger - Sleeping Gods || Grrzark - lvl 1 Goblin Barbarian - Danger at Darkshelf Quarry || DM - LTG - Curse of Strahd
Oranir, Sayax, Vladimir:
Kaya’s House of Repose is known as a more expensive, but quiet, inn where adventurer’s can get some good rest and relaxation.
Located on a quiet side of road near the Red Bazaar, its location is a prime spot for travelers seeking to retire to comfort following a long day of exploring the culture of the port. The symbol of the inn is a stylized, sleeping eye.
You enter, passing friendly bouncers, into a grand lobby. Stylish decore provides comfort and art features, such as Batiri masks on the walls and potted native plants, show the rich culture and beauty of Chult. The inn presents an aesthetic of a tamed and comfortable Chult. A host desk, staffed by a stylish female receptionist, is situated in the center of the room. The sound of guests chatting and laughing echoes through the chamber. To the west, a spiral staircase leads up to the rooms, a corridor to the east leads to a spa suite, and an archway behind the front desk opens into a restaurant.
The receptionist greets you with a charming smile. “Good afternoon. Welcome to Kaya’s House of Repose. Are you checking into one of our sumptuous rooms? Joining us for an extraordinary meal? Partaking in our luxurious spa treatments?”
Merrick begins to sweat profusely, though not from the heat. Whilst the monastery used to hold large gatherings for demonstrations of ritual combat for those in the Order of the Rose, he never had chance to actually participate. Seeing the throng of people now surrounding Taban and himself, a feeling of stage fright washed over him.
As Taban salutes Merrick with his spear and shield, an idea quickly passed through his head. Channeling the calm confidence of Master Rhurker, he returns the salute with a head bow while holding his staff out tall.
Merrick clears his throat and speaks as Taban begins to circle his prey, "Erm... It does me honor that I, ummm... get to have this dance with you, Taban." Focus, Merrick, focus! "Honorable combat has long been a tradition of my people, and I hope to return that honor to a revered gladiator such as yourself. However, I came to dance with the brave Taban himself..." Merrick lets his quarter staff drop from his grasp, clanging onto the soft ground, "... not his tools."
Persuasion @ Taban to see if he would fight hand-to-hand instead of with weapons: 11 plus 2 guidance
From the side, putting on her best "cute girl watching something violent" look-one she's trying to copy from a barmaid her granda had a old man crush on. Ashtear follows up . "Oh yay! A solid fist fight. Sweaty hand to hand, proving their might of their body. Anyone can buy a fancy weapon. But muscles, Bones, Blood. BACKBONE! They take years to build. True dedication. So delicious a work ethic! "
Attemtping her best to stir the crowd in the direction of "Yeah! lets see a good brawl!" instead of "lets see a good fight to the end"
3 Persuasion? (If I can manage it. Also a guidance) 2 (depends on if the GM sees enough time to do so after Merrick's statement)
Pressing his fingertips together in front of him, Oranir makes a quite comical sturgeon face and nods, seemingly impressed as he scans the features inside, "Quite the stablishment you have here, miss. Would you have..." he counts on his fingers quickly, "six rooms avaialble? Or a room for six, alternatively? Two nights, our expedition may want to enjoy on some of this place's luxuries before facing the hardships of the jungle for Labelas knows how long." then the elf turns at the others and nods somewhat inquisitively, prompting them to voice their opinions.
Looking at the others, "I believe that the extra coins that this will cost will definitely be worth in relaxation and security as we prepare to face quite the opposite in the following days. We've seen both stablishments and I guess we can either make the call or wait for the others to choose later." he raises one finger and turns back to the receptionist, "That reminds me... Would you know of any good jungle guides? Any of them in here we could have a quick chat with?"
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For Vladimir, the change in atmosphere as they enter the inn is like a wave of peace settling over him. It is not the luxury of the place, it is the calm it represents in the boisterous city. He wants to talk to the other travelers staying here. He suspects he will find kindred spirits among them. Turning to his companions, he said, “We should get their cheapest room.” And then he wanders down the hall toward the laughter he hears.
Tamryn - lvl 4 Wood Elf Rogue - Circle of Light Campaign || Drusilla - lvl 1 Half-Elf Ranger - Sleeping Gods || Grrzark - lvl 1 Goblin Barbarian - Danger at Darkshelf Quarry || DM - LTG - Curse of Strahd