Wakanga and Zubeki let out a laugh together about being young wizards and their first major injuries. "...so that's why I declined the leather. Instead, I made the covers of a nice piece of cherry wood with wooden toggles, and if you look at the spine..." Zubeki closes his spellbook that was laid out on a table, the folio-sized book had painted wooden covers keeping the pages pressed tight. "...I did a stab binding to keep the signatures together with a canvas backing. It's simple, I know, but is so easy to add a new signature at the end just by cutting the sinew in the back." Zubeki looks up again at Wakanga and continues. "So, about the ink. I use inorganic pigments usually to keep my writing crisp against the cream vellum. Anything with really with an iron sulfate base would work for me. Along with anything you would recommend for someone like us."
Then Zubeki's voice grows low as he leans closer to Wakanga. "I heard about the dancing monkey fruit incident, I am sorry that it so dangerous for you. Is there anything we can do before we leave tomorrow morning?"
Naivara is a bit caught off guard by his question and looks at him a bit wide eyed. She then gave a small smile, "Well no one expects a lady as myself to be able to wield an axe. Plus, I suppose circumstances lead me to do so." She humans thoughtfully now questioning why she had decided on an axe to weild.
Tyrgram smiles at her response as it was something somewhat relatable. 'I get what you're saying.' He says as he exchanges a bag of gold coins for two smaller bags of powdered silver mixed with iron with a weary sigh. 'Nobody would have guessed I'd turn out to be a knight but here we are. So what led you down this path?' His eyes twinkle for a bit with excitement. 'Let me guess: your father wanted to marry you off but it turned out you could swing an axe better than your would-be husband so you decided to run away from home to make your fame and fortune elsewhere?'
Jolly strokes his chin as Wakanga spoke, never letting his gaze wonder far from the scroll case. At one point he grimaces at the price, and starts to open his mouth. But after hearing the last part about 'no haggling', the firbolg wisely closed his mouth on the issue. There is a lengthy moment of silence from the giant-kin before he huffs lightly in surrender, then looks to the prince, hopefully unoccupied again.
"At least for now then this one will have put this purchase off for another time. But perhaps... uhm… hmm... This one understands that the balance between yourself and fellow princes must be upheld. And thus, avoiding intervening on matters is often the better part of... wisdom in such matters. Still, this one does not suppose there is any way you can do so indirectly? This one speaks on not his behalf, but that of the one called himself..."Jolly trails off for a few, muttering and scratching his head before snapping his finger at an epiphany. "Omala! That was it! From what this one understands, the purchase was in ig-ignorance of a recent ruling offf yours, this one believes?" He shakes his head. "Either way, he does seek atonement of course, but... if there's any way that you might be able to provide some small solace..."Jolly trails off there, rubbing the back of his neck and looking at the prince in almost a nervous fashion. "This is a big ASK, this one knows. But one he feels would be wrong not to given circumstances."
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Wakanga and Zubeki let out a laugh together about being young wizards and their first major injuries. "...so that's why I declined the leather. Instead, I made the covers of a nice piece of cherry wood with wooden toggles, and if you look at the spine..." Zubeki closes his spellbook that was laid out on a table, the folio-sized book had painted wooden covers keeping the pages pressed tight. "...I did a stab binding to keep the signatures together with a canvas backing. It's simple, I know, but is so easy to add a new signature at the end just by cutting the sinew in the back." Zubeki looks up again at Wakanga and continues. "So, about the ink. I use inorganic pigments usually to keep my writing crisp against the cream vellum. Anything with really with an iron sulfate base would work for me. Along with anything you would recommend for someone like us."
Then Zubeki's voice grows low as he leans closer to Wakanga. "I heard about the dancing monkey fruit incident, I am sorry that it so dangerous for you. Is there anything we can do before we leave tomorrow morning?"
Wakanga frowns at the mention of the Dancing Monkey Fruit. "It's a dangerous game these other princes play at times. Now that you mention it."
Wakanga pulls out a tattered, water-damaged explorer’s journal that was brought out of the jungle 15 years ago. It describes a wizard’s explorations of various places in Chult, but not in enough detail to locate them on a map. The unnamed author does, however, make many mentions of his only traveling companion: a shield guardian named Vorn. The journal contains a picture of Vorn’s control amulet but provides no clues to the amulet’s current whereabouts.
"As a reward for finding and retrieving the construct and its control amulet, I will offer a spellbook containing fifteen spells."
He asks for the map you have and points out the location of where the journal was found. "You can start your investigation here. Maybe you can find some clues. I doubt that amulet or Vorn will ever be found but if you do happen to see it out there, know I will reward you well."
As a reward for finding and retrieving the construct and its control amulet, Wakanga offers a spellbook containing fifteen randomly determined spells (roll a d6 to determine the level of each spell).
Jolly strokes his chin as Wakanga spoke, never letting his gaze wonder far from the scroll case. At one point he grimaces at the price, and starts to open his mouth. But after hearing the last part about 'no haggling', the firbolg wisely closed his mouth on the issue. There is a lengthy moment of silence from the giant-kin before he huffs lightly in surrender, then looks to the prince, hopefully unoccupied again.
"At least for now then this one will have put this purchase off for another time. But perhaps... uhm… hmm... This one understands that the balance between yourself and fellow princes must be upheld. And thus, avoiding intervening on matters is often the better part of... wisdom in such matters. Still, this one does not suppose there is any way you can do so indirectly? This one speaks on not his behalf, but that of the one called himself..."Jolly trails off for a few, muttering and scratching his head before snapping his finger at an epiphany. "Omala! That was it! From what this one understands, the purchase was in ig-ignorance of a recent ruling offf yours, this one believes?" He shakes his head. "Either way, he does seek atonement of course, but... if there's any way that you might be able to provide some small solace..."Jolly trails off there, rubbing the back of his neck and looking at the prince in almost a nervous fashion. "This is a big ASK, this one knows. But one he feels would be wrong not to given circumstances."
Wakanga has a confused look on his face as he is looking at Jolly before understanding what he is asking. "Omala the Master Dyer? I hear he went to the council of Princes this morning begging for forgiveness and he was sentenced to Executioners run."
Wakanga puts his finger on his chin and taps it a few times. "I will see what I can do. He isn't scheduled to carry out his sentence until the morning."
Naivara's smile held a trace of sadness as she hums. "Oh how I wish that was the case. At least then I would have given my parents a chance to see my progress and be proud of me. However, that is not the case." She sighs and looks at Tyrgram. "What led you towards the path of a knight? Surely you have a reason other than the typical glory seeking hero?" She puts her hands together, patiently waiting for his response to her question. A subtle attempt to move the conversation away from why she had picked up the axe and her reasoning for leaving home.
Jolly did not know if he wanted to grimace or scowl at the name of the run, so he settled for chewing on his lips with his head bowed in defeat. "Wha? So you will! This one... this one does not know what to say except that you have his most sincerest gratitude. Please! Aside from this, uhm, Vorn thing -- which, if fortune favors us, will be done -- if there is any way else that this one can repay you then simply say the word. Like, uhm.. Mmm... Perhaps stories of homeland? Or --"Jolly freezes in place with his hand over some of the furs encapsulating his chest. After staring at the spot for well over half a minute, the firbolg's visage turns determined.
He will fiddle with the odd straps and curious fold in the outer garment for a few moments before ultimately producing a peculiar bracelet of supple wood bedecked with a multitude of sea green gems that glowed faintly with their own inner light. At a glance, it's hard to tell just how the jewelry came to be. Though as a whole, the craftmanship is crude compared to anything opulent worn by the prince, it is unique if only in its twisting bramble-like design, faint traces of feywild magic lingering on it, and difficult in telling if it was carved or 'grew' around the miniature gems.
Jolly will first motion for Wakanga to hold out his hand. But if refused, the giant-kin will place it on the counter and still say, "Though but a mere pittance compared to the asking's value, this one can only offer -- no, freely gift as much, if only for the listening." He says, gaze never really leaving the bracelet until the end to look the prince in the eyes. After another long moment passes, he will drop his gaze, and bow his head, refusing to lift it until well after his next few words. "This one will also apologize, but if you might have directions to prison, he would have them to speak -- if possible -- speak to... Mm...Former Cell.. mate? Hm! Yes. That is word! Tortle friend might not want visit. But! This one keeps promise whenever can!" He declares proudly.
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When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Vrak ensures that each member of the party signs the contract offered. Looking around he realizes that Jirani seems to have disappeared. He'll have to sign later. Hopefully he heard to meet back at the inn and be ready to go in the morning.
He then follows Tyrgram and Naivara to the Red Bazaar . He is able to find the supplies he needs with little trouble. Getting a rain catcher, the salve extra rations and water skins and some empty sacks he is pleased with what he has collected. Passing another stand he sees map cases and decides he should get one to keep the map he got from Wakanga safe. He also gets some ink and a pen to update the map as they explore.
Passing a small stable he considered a mule to haul gear but quickly dismissed the idea. Perhaps later. Too much unknown at this time.
Vrak followed the other two listening to their conversation but not taking part.
When Tyrgram exchanged his heavier armor for lighter he did not consider doing the same. The armor he wore was given to him upon completion of his training in the order. This was his first assignment and he would not relinquish it so easily. Perhaps it was pride even foolhardy to think this way but he would not be dissuaded easily. He was Dragonborn. These lesser beings may not be able to handle the jungle, but he could. But just in case he would grab another day's worth of waterskins.
Unless someone pointed out something he should purchase Vrak finished getting supplies and returned to the inn to rest and prepare for the next day.
While on his way back to the inn a thought struck Vrak. Perhaps Wakanga would know the answer. He headed to his shop to ask him.
Entering the shop he approached the merchant prince.
"Honored sir perhaps you can aid me in this question. Are there reputable banks in the Port that I can make deposit at? I do not see a reason to carry extra coin into the jungle if I do not need to. With your position within the city and being the one who called for my service I trust your judgment in this."
"Honored sir perhaps you can aid me in this question. Are there reputable banks in the Port that I can make deposit at? I do not see a reason to carry extra coin into the jungle if I do not need to. With your position within the city and being the one who called for my service I trust your judgment in this.
"Ah, Vrakvroth wasn't it? We do have a bank in the Port. But most people convert gold to gems. Gems are the easiest way to transport money around. And all merchants except gems as payment. But yes the bank is right down the block. You go left when you leave my shop and head down the block. It will be on your left. You can't miss it."
"This one will also apologize, but if you might have directions to prison, he would have them to speak -- if possible -- speak to... Mm...Former Cell.. mate? Hm! Yes. That is word! Tortle friend might not want visit. But! This one keeps promise whenever can!" He declares proudly.
"A Tortle you say? He was released a little after you were I'm afraid. But you can still go there if you wish." He gives you directions to the jails. "As for your gift. I thank you, Jolly. I will treasure it." Wakanga gives a deep bow to you.
Vrak followed the directions given and easily found the bank. Entering the establishment he approached a teller.
"My employer, Prince Wakanga, advised me that this is a reputable bank. I wish to make a deposit and would like to know your terms. I would also like to know your exchange for gems as well please."
Naivara's smile held a trace of sadness as she hums. "Oh how I wish that was the case. At least then I would have given my parents a chance to see my progress and be proud of me. However, that is not the case." She sighs and looks at Tyrgram. "What led you towards the path of a knight? Surely you have a reason other than the typical glory seeking hero?" She puts her hands together, patiently waiting for his response to her question. A subtle attempt to move the conversation away from why she had picked up the axe and her reasoning for leaving home.
Tyrgram is many things but he is not a glory hound. Neither is he a social butterfly but he is savvy enough to notice that Naivara does not want to talk about her past, at least not at the present time. He shifts his focus to her question, a topic he is most delighted to talk about. 'I won't lie and say that personal fame and glory doesn't have its allure.' He says with a pensive look before brightening up. 'But what I do, I do in service to my Lady of Butterflies.' His voices elevates as he almost starts waxing poetically. Well, as good as he can, that is. 'Twas but a starlit night when I came upon her. Dressed in the finest of green, brown and gold, a crown of butterflies flitting around her head. The forest critters were her friends and I dared not disturb her for I did not wish to disrupt her evening meal. But Fate, that fickle friend, dain't not so and before long, she invited me to share in her riches. Her shining presence graced the greyness of my life and before the night was through, I had pledged myself as her champion.'
A golden glimmer crosses Tyrgram's eyes. 'She is the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on.' His eyes widen. 'Not that you're not beautiful.' He stammers, suddenly remembering his company. 'I mean... Maybe the axe is a bit much. N-not that there's anythign wrong with that.' He frantically waves his hands in front of him. 'I'm sure lots of guys would like a girl who could kick their ass. W-wait, that came out wrong. I meant to s-say...' He looks around. 'IsthatdinosaurmeatIsee?! I'mgoingtobuysome!' He yells before storming off with cheeks of red.
Zubeki takes the worn down book into his hands and gingerly turns it over, careful not to tear or damage it more. "I shall be ever vigilant, thank you for this. I will keep you updated if I find any more information." Zubeki lays out 50gp for the inks and heads out the door, nodding to Jolly that he understands that he has his own errands to run. He waves motions to Vrak that he's heading into the bazaar, as they pass in the street.
The bazaars sights and sounds have been missed by Zubeki the first time he treaded these grounds, being too focused on buying linens and thread before. The flowers and flying colors make Zubeki stare upwards, catching a large brontosaurus head soaring behind some buildings. Zubeki approaches a fletcher's stand and starts to stare silently at a light crossbow that is being mid-strung. "A finely crafted weapon, but is it deadly enough to protect me in the jungle?"
Vrak followed the directions given and easily found the bank. Entering the establishment he approached a teller.
"My employer, Prince Wakanga, advised me that this is a reputable bank. I wish to make a deposit and would like to know your terms. I would also like to know your exchange for gems as well please."
"Our fees are whatever you deposit we will take 10% off the top for keeping it safe for you. We also lend money if you are in need but that gets costly. We charge 20% a week in interest on what we lend out. As for turning small coins into big coins or gold into gems etc. It is a flat 10gp fee for as much as you wish to convert."
Naivara listens to his words and smiles a little more, unable to help it. However when he starts rambling, trying not to insult her. Her amusement grows as he continues rambling only to storm off. She brings her hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh but fails, she can't help but laugh. It was rather funny to see him trying not to insult her, especially since she wasn't insulted at all. She had heard so many more insults far worse.
She decides that later she would have to pull Tyrgram aside and tell him that it was okay what he said, she knows what he meant by it. The rambling had clued her in that he thought he was insulting her in his mind. She continues to look around the Red Bazaar for anything useful or of interest.
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Jolly's eyes go wide at the news before a great big smile splits his features. He lurches forward and for a second it looks as if he might hug the prince. But thinking better on that half-way through, he settles for his own deep bow in appreciation before wordlessly striding out of the store. Though he starts towards the prison, one glance at the position of the Sun above gives the giant-kin pause.
'Oh now yer just being mean, Big Mama.' With a chuckle followed by a defeated huff, Jolly will change directions for the Red Bazaar. So, at least for part of the journey, he will still accompany Zubeki, offering Vrak a curt nod in passing, then split away. Out of everything he has seen thus far in Chult, the activity at the Bazaar left him strangely at ease by a large comparison. It was just something about the place reminding him of the few occasions back home 'home' among the more excitable fair folk. Losing himself in a different this time around, as well as with bit of luck and prayer, he'd be able to at least get at a reasonable price what he deemed at least to be the basic essentials: 10 Blocks of Incenses, 3 gourds of repellent grease, 1 vial of Antitoxin, 20 days worth of Rations(Over half is some type of meat), a Hooded Lantern, a Signal Whistle & 5 Whetstones, 2 Books (One Blank and the other on Local Fauna if possible), Ink & Pen, 10 pieces of Chalk, a spare water skin, a pouch, and a Herbalism Kit. Only with a great deal of reluctance will he also see to the sell of his literal Scale Mail for a set of Studded Leathers fitted for his size.
"Take good care of them, won't you?" He would say at the end of that last exchange. And either with hopeful eyes or grudging acceptance, Jolly will more or less meander the place, and study the locals. He has to mentally kick himself every time a Saurian or Tortle crosses his path to keep from gesturing and cooing at them as he would other beasts.
"Wha-... Oh my, oh my... You poor dear ones."As soon as his eyes fell upon some of the Beast Tamer's wares, Jolly just couldn't help himself. He beelined for caged critters, fully intent on consoling them. Only at the Tamer's intervention does he stop short of reaching out to free one. Although in doing so, Jolly will turn on the being with a questioning look.
Vrak followed the directions given and easily found the bank. Entering the establishment he approached a teller.
"My employer, Prince Wakanga, advised me that this is a reputable bank. I wish to make a deposit and would like to know your terms. I would also like to know your exchange for gems as well please."
"Our fees are whatever you deposit we will take 10% off the top for keeping it safe for you. We also lend money if you are in need but that gets costly. We charge 20% a week in interest on what we lend out. As for turning small coins into big coins or gold into gems etc. It is a flat 10gp fee for as much as you wish to convert."
"I thank you for the information. I will keep you in mind for the future and I appreciate your time in answering my questions. Good day to you."
With that said, Vrak turns and leaves the bank. He then returns to the inn to prepare for the next day and the start of the adventure.
Once eventually given the price Jolly will grimace and look back to the flying monkeys, then to his own stashed away coin pouch. After much internal debate -- most of which involved simply knocking the salesman out -- Jolly smiles apologetically at the monkeys, and whispers a promise in Sylvan to return for them someday soon. He takes his leave at that, though not without giving the seller the "evil" eye. Or in Jolly's case, a vaguely stern once over before making his way back to the Inn with his haul.
Once there he'll see about using the stables instead as his place of rest, even paying for it if need be. Either way, he will spend the rest of the day preparing for the next day like Vrak, starting with the summoning a mix of nuts and rainbow skinned goodberry boys and ending with a wooly cap of pleasant dreams. That is, so long as no one summons him for any last minute shenanigans.
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Once done wandering around the Red Bazaar, Naivara heads out towards the inn. A sudden wave of exhaustion of being so... 'active' around others washing over her. She was not use to talking to others, much less being around groups at a time. Until the next day, once prepared that is, Naivara will rest.
After running, or rather jogging, away from Naivara in the Red Bazaar, Tyrgram leans against a pole to catch his breath. The stall he is at seems to be selling various cloth-based materials and after some looking, he notices that the merchant is putting up tents for sale. Thinking it is a good idea not to sleep beneath the open sky out in the jungle, he decides to buy one. Then another one, remembering his team members. And another one as he realises Naivara would appreciate the privacy. He hands over the cash to the merchant and takes a few steps before he notices something: he is clearly lacking the upper body strength to just carry three tents all across town. With a grunt and a soft mumble about hubris, he starts dragging the tents over to Kaya's.
Much later, he drags his feet over the threshold and unceremoniously dumps the tents somewhere in a corner. He does not even bother to wipe the sweat off of his brow, just giving a flat 'I bought tents. You're welcome.' before heading off to find what water he can to wash up with. Afterwards, he just falls down into bed, the exhaustion making him fall asleep in seconds.
Dropped 3 tents off at Kaya's. Whoever takes one, please note so on your character sheet so that I can strike them from mine. EDIT: Jolly takes 2, Naivara takes 1
Wakanga and Zubeki let out a laugh together about being young wizards and their first major injuries. "...so that's why I declined the leather. Instead, I made the covers of a nice piece of cherry wood with wooden toggles, and if you look at the spine..." Zubeki closes his spellbook that was laid out on a table, the folio-sized book had painted wooden covers keeping the pages pressed tight. "...I did a stab binding to keep the signatures together with a canvas backing. It's simple, I know, but is so easy to add a new signature at the end just by cutting the sinew in the back." Zubeki looks up again at Wakanga and continues. "So, about the ink. I use inorganic pigments usually to keep my writing crisp against the cream vellum. Anything with really with an iron sulfate base would work for me. Along with anything you would recommend for someone like us."
Then Zubeki's voice grows low as he leans closer to Wakanga. "I heard about the dancing monkey fruit incident, I am sorry that it so dangerous for you. Is there anything we can do before we leave tomorrow morning?"
Tyrgram smiles at her response as it was something somewhat relatable. 'I get what you're saying.' He says as he exchanges a bag of gold coins for two smaller bags of powdered silver mixed with iron with a weary sigh. 'Nobody would have guessed I'd turn out to be a knight but here we are. So what led you down this path?' His eyes twinkle for a bit with excitement. 'Let me guess: your father wanted to marry you off but it turned out you could swing an axe better than your would-be husband so you decided to run away from home to make your fame and fortune elsewhere?'
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Jolly strokes his chin as Wakanga spoke, never letting his gaze wonder far from the scroll case. At one point he grimaces at the price, and starts to open his mouth. But after hearing the last part about 'no haggling', the firbolg wisely closed his mouth on the issue. There is a lengthy moment of silence from the giant-kin before he huffs lightly in surrender, then looks to the prince, hopefully unoccupied again.
"At least for now then this one will have put this purchase off for another time. But perhaps... uhm… hmm... This one understands that the balance between yourself and fellow princes must be upheld. And thus, avoiding intervening on matters is often the better part of... wisdom in such matters. Still, this one does not suppose there is any way you can do so indirectly? This one speaks on not his behalf, but that of the one called himself..." Jolly trails off for a few, muttering and scratching his head before snapping his finger at an epiphany. "Omala! That was it! From what this one understands, the purchase was in ig-ignorance of a recent ruling offf yours, this one believes?" He shakes his head. "Either way, he does seek atonement of course, but... if there's any way that you might be able to provide some small solace..." Jolly trails off there, rubbing the back of his neck and looking at the prince in almost a nervous fashion. "This is a big ASK, this one knows. But one he feels would be wrong not to given circumstances."
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Wakanga frowns at the mention of the Dancing Monkey Fruit. "It's a dangerous game these other princes play at times. Now that you mention it."
Wakanga pulls out a tattered, water-damaged explorer’s journal that was brought out of the jungle 15 years ago. It describes a wizard’s explorations of various places in Chult, but not in enough detail to locate them on a map. The unnamed author does, however, make many mentions of his only traveling companion: a shield guardian named Vorn. The journal contains a picture of Vorn’s control amulet but provides no clues to the amulet’s current whereabouts.
"As a reward for finding and retrieving the construct and its control amulet, I will offer a spellbook containing fifteen spells."
He asks for the map you have and points out the location of where the journal was found. "You can start your investigation here. Maybe you can find some clues. I doubt that amulet or Vorn will ever be found but if you do happen to see it out there, know I will reward you well."
As a reward for finding and retrieving the construct and its control amulet, Wakanga offers a spellbook containing fifteen randomly determined spells (roll a d6 to determine the level of each spell).
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Wakanga has a confused look on his face as he is looking at Jolly before understanding what he is asking. "Omala the Master Dyer? I hear he went to the council of Princes this morning begging for forgiveness and he was sentenced to Executioners run."
Wakanga puts his finger on his chin and taps it a few times. "I will see what I can do. He isn't scheduled to carry out his sentence until the morning."
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DM Curse of Strahd
Redleaf Moutain Dwarf Circle of land(Moutain) Druid
Naivara's smile held a trace of sadness as she hums. "Oh how I wish that was the case. At least then I would have given my parents a chance to see my progress and be proud of me. However, that is not the case." She sighs and looks at Tyrgram. "What led you towards the path of a knight? Surely you have a reason other than the typical glory seeking hero?" She puts her hands together, patiently waiting for his response to her question. A subtle attempt to move the conversation away from why she had picked up the axe and her reasoning for leaving home.
Jolly did not know if he wanted to grimace or scowl at the name of the run, so he settled for chewing on his lips with his head bowed in defeat. "Wha? So you will! This one... this one does not know what to say except that you have his most sincerest gratitude. Please! Aside from this, uhm, Vorn thing -- which, if fortune favors us, will be done -- if there is any way else that this one can repay you then simply say the word. Like, uhm.. Mmm... Perhaps stories of homeland? Or --" Jolly freezes in place with his hand over some of the furs encapsulating his chest. After staring at the spot for well over half a minute, the firbolg's visage turns determined.
He will fiddle with the odd straps and curious fold in the outer garment for a few moments before ultimately producing a peculiar bracelet of supple wood bedecked with a multitude of sea green gems that glowed faintly with their own inner light. At a glance, it's hard to tell just how the jewelry came to be. Though as a whole, the craftmanship is crude compared to anything opulent worn by the prince, it is unique if only in its twisting bramble-like design, faint traces of feywild magic lingering on it, and difficult in telling if it was carved or 'grew' around the miniature gems.
Jolly will first motion for Wakanga to hold out his hand. But if refused, the giant-kin will place it on the counter and still say, "Though but a mere pittance compared to the asking's value, this one can only offer -- no, freely gift as much, if only for the listening." He says, gaze never really leaving the bracelet until the end to look the prince in the eyes. After another long moment passes, he will drop his gaze, and bow his head, refusing to lift it until well after his next few words. "This one will also apologize, but if you might have directions to prison, he would have them to speak -- if possible -- speak to... Mm...Former Cell.. mate? Hm! Yes. That is word! Tortle friend might not want visit. But! This one keeps promise whenever can!" He declares proudly.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Vrak ensures that each member of the party signs the contract offered. Looking around he realizes that Jirani seems to have disappeared. He'll have to sign later. Hopefully he heard to meet back at the inn and be ready to go in the morning.
He then follows Tyrgram and Naivara to the Red Bazaar . He is able to find the supplies he needs with little trouble. Getting a rain catcher, the salve extra rations and water skins and some empty sacks he is pleased with what he has collected. Passing another stand he sees map cases and decides he should get one to keep the map he got from Wakanga safe. He also gets some ink and a pen to update the map as they explore.
Passing a small stable he considered a mule to haul gear but quickly dismissed the idea. Perhaps later. Too much unknown at this time.
Vrak followed the other two listening to their conversation but not taking part.
When Tyrgram exchanged his heavier armor for lighter he did not consider doing the same. The armor he wore was given to him upon completion of his training in the order. This was his first assignment and he would not relinquish it so easily. Perhaps it was pride even foolhardy to think this way but he would not be dissuaded easily. He was Dragonborn. These lesser beings may not be able to handle the jungle, but he could. But just in case he would grab another day's worth of waterskins.
Unless someone pointed out something he should purchase Vrak finished getting supplies and returned to the inn to rest and prepare for the next day.
While on his way back to the inn a thought struck Vrak. Perhaps Wakanga would know the answer. He headed to his shop to ask him.
Entering the shop he approached the merchant prince.
"Honored sir perhaps you can aid me in this question. Are there reputable banks in the Port that I can make deposit at? I do not see a reason to carry extra coin into the jungle if I do not need to. With your position within the city and being the one who called for my service I trust your judgment in this."
"Ah, Vrakvroth wasn't it? We do have a bank in the Port. But most people convert gold to gems. Gems are the easiest way to transport money around. And all merchants except gems as payment. But yes the bank is right down the block. You go left when you leave my shop and head down the block. It will be on your left. You can't miss it."
"A Tortle you say? He was released a little after you were I'm afraid. But you can still go there if you wish." He gives you directions to the jails. "As for your gift. I thank you, Jolly. I will treasure it." Wakanga gives a deep bow to you.
DM Tomb of Annihilation X2
DM Curse of Strahd
Redleaf Moutain Dwarf Circle of land(Moutain) Druid
Vrak followed the directions given and easily found the bank. Entering the establishment he approached a teller.
"My employer, Prince Wakanga, advised me that this is a reputable bank. I wish to make a deposit and would like to know your terms. I would also like to know your exchange for gems as well please."
Tyrgram is many things but he is not a glory hound. Neither is he a social butterfly but he is savvy enough to notice that Naivara does not want to talk about her past, at least not at the present time. He shifts his focus to her question, a topic he is most delighted to talk about. 'I won't lie and say that personal fame and glory doesn't have its allure.' He says with a pensive look before brightening up. 'But what I do, I do in service to my Lady of Butterflies.' His voices elevates as he almost starts waxing poetically. Well, as good as he can, that is. 'Twas but a starlit night when I came upon her. Dressed in the finest of green, brown and gold, a crown of butterflies flitting around her head. The forest critters were her friends and I dared not disturb her for I did not wish to disrupt her evening meal. But Fate, that fickle friend, dain't not so and before long, she invited me to share in her riches. Her shining presence graced the greyness of my life and before the night was through, I had pledged myself as her champion.'
A golden glimmer crosses Tyrgram's eyes. 'She is the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on.' His eyes widen. 'Not that you're not beautiful.' He stammers, suddenly remembering his company. 'I mean... Maybe the axe is a bit much. N-not that there's anythign wrong with that.' He frantically waves his hands in front of him. 'I'm sure lots of guys would like a girl who could kick their ass. W-wait, that came out wrong. I meant to s-say...' He looks around. 'IsthatdinosaurmeatIsee?! I'mgoingtobuysome!' He yells before storming off with cheeks of red.
William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
Tyrgram, the Butterfly Knight: Dwarf Warlock - Secret of Greenwold
Iòlinder Corrach: Half Elf War Cleric - Allansia Adventure
Valerius Sergius Publius: Dhampir Paladin - Vae Victus
Zubeki takes the worn down book into his hands and gingerly turns it over, careful not to tear or damage it more. "I shall be ever vigilant, thank you for this. I will keep you updated if I find any more information." Zubeki lays out 50gp for the inks and heads out the door, nodding to Jolly that he understands that he has his own errands to run. He waves motions to Vrak that he's heading into the bazaar, as they pass in the street.
The bazaars sights and sounds have been missed by Zubeki the first time he treaded these grounds, being too focused on buying linens and thread before. The flowers and flying colors make Zubeki stare upwards, catching a large brontosaurus head soaring behind some buildings. Zubeki approaches a fletcher's stand and starts to stare silently at a light crossbow that is being mid-strung. "A finely crafted weapon, but is it deadly enough to protect me in the jungle?"
"Our fees are whatever you deposit we will take 10% off the top for keeping it safe for you. We also lend money if you are in need but that gets costly. We charge 20% a week in interest on what we lend out. As for turning small coins into big coins or gold into gems etc. It is a flat 10gp fee for as much as you wish to convert."
DM Tomb of Annihilation X2
DM Curse of Strahd
Redleaf Moutain Dwarf Circle of land(Moutain) Druid
Naivara listens to his words and smiles a little more, unable to help it. However when he starts rambling, trying not to insult her. Her amusement grows as he continues rambling only to storm off. She brings her hand over her mouth to stifle a laugh but fails, she can't help but laugh. It was rather funny to see him trying not to insult her, especially since she wasn't insulted at all. She had heard so many more insults far worse.
She decides that later she would have to pull Tyrgram aside and tell him that it was okay what he said, she knows what he meant by it. The rambling had clued her in that he thought he was insulting her in his mind. She continues to look around the Red Bazaar for anything useful or of interest.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
"I thank you for the information. I will keep you in mind for the future and I appreciate your time in answering my questions. Good day to you."
With that said, Vrak turns and leaves the bank. He then returns to the inn to prepare for the next day and the start of the adventure.
Ready to go!
Once eventually given the price Jolly will grimace and look back to the flying monkeys, then to his own stashed away coin pouch. After much internal debate -- most of which involved simply knocking the salesman out -- Jolly smiles apologetically at the monkeys, and whispers a promise in Sylvan to return for them someday soon. He takes his leave at that, though not without giving the seller the "evil" eye. Or in Jolly's case, a vaguely stern once over before making his way back to the Inn with his haul.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Once done wandering around the Red Bazaar, Naivara heads out towards the inn. A sudden wave of exhaustion of being so... 'active' around others washing over her. She was not use to talking to others, much less being around groups at a time. Until the next day, once prepared that is, Naivara will rest.
After running, or rather jogging, away from Naivara in the Red Bazaar, Tyrgram leans against a pole to catch his breath. The stall he is at seems to be selling various cloth-based materials and after some looking, he notices that the merchant is putting up tents for sale. Thinking it is a good idea not to sleep beneath the open sky out in the jungle, he decides to buy one. Then another one, remembering his team members. And another one as he realises Naivara would appreciate the privacy. He hands over the cash to the merchant and takes a few steps before he notices something: he is clearly lacking the upper body strength to just carry three tents all across town. With a grunt and a soft mumble about hubris, he starts dragging the tents over to Kaya's.
Much later, he drags his feet over the threshold and unceremoniously dumps the tents somewhere in a corner. He does not even bother to wipe the sweat off of his brow, just giving a flat 'I bought tents. You're welcome.' before heading off to find what water he can to wash up with. Afterwards, he just falls down into bed, the exhaustion making him fall asleep in seconds.
Whoever takes one, please note so on your character sheet so that I can strike them from mine.
EDIT: Jolly takes 2, Naivara takes 1
William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
Tyrgram, the Butterfly Knight: Dwarf Warlock - Secret of Greenwold
Iòlinder Corrach: Half Elf War Cleric - Allansia Adventure
Valerius Sergius Publius: Dhampir Paladin - Vae Victus