Tomb of Annihilation - Shardseekers

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*Sorry about the extended absence! I had to catch up on some work yesterday.*

Escavald heads deeper into the city, down into the Market District and through the other side, spotting several ongoing performances involving various circus-like tricks and exotic creatures, a few stands showcasing adventuring equipment and other travel supplies, and many, many places to buy food. The aviary is at the end of a rather wide street that opens up into a mini town square, the large dome-like structure fortified by tall brick walls and gated with two guards out front. Both are lightly armored, carrying pikes and dressed in painted metals arranged in feather-like patterns. 

Kaos and Mad spot a few taverns, one just by the pier called The Sailor's Sorrow which looks to be a bit rustic from the outside and has a few patrons walking in and out, all dressed in similar uniform attire and likely harbor workers. There's a much larger tavern closer to the Market District, distinct from the harbor with its colors and bustling activity, a sign outside reading Woes Upon a Stormy Night with an emblem reminiscent of a pegasus. The people here appear to be dressed much more casually, though they all look to be armed in some way and their clothing is entirely foreign -- natives to Saolam, the both of them can guess. Mad also receives 10 gold for his shipment.

Cain needs to roll a Perception or Investigation check to find a smithy. He doesn't spot any right away from the harbor where he is.

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(Apologies, was busy yesterday too. Will make sure to keep up with this better! Currently catching up to write my post :) )

Vylessa struts off the ship, her arms outstretched like she's expecting a grand welcome. Her haughty rhythm is thrown off as soon as she sees the reptilian beasts. 

"What... is... that?" she shrieks, hurtling off the ship. She tries to follow Kaos and Mad to The Sailor's Sorrow, trailing behind heavily. Each time she crosses paths with a dinosaur, she freaks out and tries to change direction.

Acrobatics roll- if this fails, Vylessa falls or bumps into someone or something:

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Kaos approaches The Sailor’s Sorrow and goes to the bar, checking for the cheapest drinks. Of course, his order would never approve, but Kaos did need to relax from time to time. He also tries to get a room. 

 *Still have some to do unfortunately :(*

The bartender, a gray skinned tiefling with a bleached leather jacket and buttoned up uniform shirt underneath, moves to go ahead and take his order. The cheapest drinks he can see are a couple plain shots, vodka, and a cheap beer. "Single room'll be 2 silver per night." The barkeep says, absently flipping the shaker in his hand. "Double costs 4 per night." 

 “I’ll take a single.” Kaos grunts. “Can I get some beer?” He slides the coin across the table, huffing. 

 He flicks a lever, opening some sort of drawer contraption full of similar coins, taking the payment and dropping it in. "One beer then? You're not from around here, are you?" He takes a glass from under the counter, pouring out a foamy pint for Kaos. "Don't know why you'd want to be here of all places. Unless you're one of those.. hired swords after the tomb."

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 "A small kingdom a few ways away from here." He nods to the guard. "Understood." Before walking into the gates.

 They glance between eachother again but don't question it. Escavald finds himself in a rather large hallway with high ceilings and ornate paintings suggesting this building is likely far older than the town itself, repurposed to serve as the aviary. He passes a few other people, around two adventurer looking types with visible larger weapons and leathered armor and maybe four or so with more robe-like attire and facial coverings, though none seem to pay any particular mind to him or even recognize him. Further in, the hallway curves and opens up to a balcony, with stairs leading to higher up vantage points to better observe the central dome area containing the vast array of flying beasts. They exist harmoniously, with little to no conflict that Escavald can see, the netted area filled with various feathered dinosaurs and flying creatures, even a few bats and smaller wyrms sleeping in a cavern-like section built into the ground. Every creature in the aviary looks to be tagged in some way, some with collars and some already saddled.

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Madmardigyn enters sailors sorrow as well. He goes to the bartender, and (background pirate) expects to be handed a drink compliments of the house.  He asks, “mate, any good jobs about or juicy gossip?”, and pulls out some silver coins to more than compensate for the drink and info.  

 The bartender scoffs upon seeing him, the grayish tiefling passing him a water wordlessly before walking up to speak to Kaos. Once he's finished taking Kaos's order, he walks back over to address Mad, cleaning out a glass with a rag as he speaks. "Good morning to you as well, pirate. Sure, there's jobs and all, but you'd need a crew for it. Harbor's been stalled since the outbreak and no one's coming in from outer ports anymore."

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Kaos approaches The Sailor’s Sorrow and goes to the bar, checking for the cheapest drinks. Of course, his order would never approve, but Kaos did need to relax from time to time. He also tries to get a room. 

 *Still have some to do unfortunately :(*

The bartender, a gray skinned tiefling with a bleached leather jacket and buttoned up uniform shirt underneath, moves to go ahead and take his order. The cheapest drinks he can see are a couple plain shots, vodka, and a cheap beer. "Single room'll be 2 silver per night." The barkeep says, absently flipping the shaker in his hand. "Double costs 4 per night." 

 “I’ll take a single.” Kaos grunts. “Can I get some beer?” He slides the coin across the table, huffing. 

 He flicks a lever, opening some sort of drawer contraption full of similar coins, taking the payment and dropping it in. "One beer then? You're not from around here, are you?" He takes a glass from under the counter, pouring out a foamy pint for Kaos. "Don't know why you'd want to be here of all places. Unless you're one of those.. hired swords after the tomb."

 Kaos nods gruffly. “Not exactly hired, but I am after something here. Mission for my people.” 

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Cain needs to roll a Perception or Investigation check to find a smithy. He doesn't spot any right away from the harbor where he is.

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 He doesn't see any blacksmith's shop or any similar setups, strangely enough, but there looks to be a ship metalworking repair shop on the far side of the harbor, as well as a general armor and weapons store selling basic equipment. 

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 "A small kingdom a few ways away from here." He nods to the guard. "Understood." Before walking into the gates.

 They glance between eachother again but don't question it. Escavald finds himself in a rather large hallway with high ceilings and ornate paintings suggesting this building is likely far older than the town itself, repurposed to serve as the aviary. He passes a few other people, around two adventurer looking types with visible larger weapons and leathered armor and maybe four or so with more robe-like attire and facial coverings, though none seem to pay any particular mind to him or even recognize him. Further in, the hallway curves and opens up to a balcony, with stairs leading to higher up vantage points to better observe the central dome area containing the vast array of flying beasts. They exist harmoniously, with little to no conflict that Escavald can see, the netted area filled with various feathered dinosaurs and flying creatures, even a few bats and smaller wyrms sleeping in a cavern-like section built into the ground. Every creature in the aviary looks to be tagged in some way, some with collars and some already saddled.

 Escavald wanders around, ever so curious at the dinosaurs, always blinking quizzically at every beast that does come by. Why do they have these beaks, can they see in the dark, why was that one so colourful, why does that one lack in any colour other than beige, why are they tagged? A constant barrage of questions he thinks as every beast comes by, always wondering. Any dinosaurs related to birds or flat out prehistoric birds interest him a great deal, and his gaze cannot be turned away from such a beast. Any adventurers that come by him after about ten minutes can here him muttering to himself; "It's that one with the ??? again... why does ??? have that colour? Hmm..."

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Cain needs to roll a Perception or Investigation check to find a smithy. He doesn't spot any right away from the harbor where he is.

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 He doesn't see any blacksmith's shop or any similar setups, strangely enough, but there looks to be a ship metalworking repair shop on the far side of the harbor, as well as a general armor and weapons store selling basic equipment. 

 Cain enters the metalworking repair shop curiously

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Vylessa struts off the ship, her arms outstretched like she's expecting a grand welcome. Her haughty rhythm is thrown off as soon as she sees the reptilian beasts. 

"What... is... that?" she shrieks, hurtling off the ship. She tries to follow Kaos and Mad to The Sailor's Sorrow, trailing behind heavily. Each time she crosses paths with a dinosaur, she freaks out and tries to change direction.

Acrobatics roll- if this fails, Vylessa falls or bumps into someone or something:

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 The shrieking seems to spook a few of the dinosaurs, as a particularly skittish parasaur chirps loudly in alarm at her, the driver cursing in some foreign language as they shake their fist at her and steer out of her way, glaring all the same. 

When she enters the taverrn, it's relatively quiet at this time of morning, with a few sailors and harborkeepers sharing drinks at some of the tables near the bulletin board. Kaos and Mad are sat at the bar, and the barkeep waves at her. "Good morning, miss. Need something to drink? You look a bit.. uh.. frazzled."

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 Kaos nods gruffly. “Not exactly hired, but I am after something here. Mission for my people.” 

 "Ah. So you're with that other... red tief group yeah?" He takes a rag to wipe down the top of the counter. "Bunch of arseholes, the lot. They're after the tomb, clearly, but the jungle doesn't take kindly to those with a destructive demeanor."

Mad nods his huge head. “Aye, what about on land. I’m looking fer a problem to solve, if you catch me drift., trouble need fixing.”

he looks at his water, “An ale lad, would help me soul.”

He glances over seeing Kaos. “Your people?”

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 Kaos nods gruffly. “Not exactly hired, but I am after something here. Mission for my people.” 

 "Ah. So you're with that other... red tief group yeah?" He takes a rag to wipe down the top of the counter. "Bunch of arseholes, the lot. They're after the tomb, clearly, but the jungle doesn't take kindly to those with a destructive demeanor."

 “Regent Tieflings.” Kaos corrects him. “What do you mean by that? About the jungle?”

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 Escavald wanders around, ever so curious at the dinosaurs, always blinking quizzically at every beast that does come by. Why do they have these beaks, can they see in the dark, why was that one so colourful, why does that one lack in any colour other than beige, why are they tagged? A constant barrage of questions he thinks as every beast comes by, always wondering. Any dinosaurs related to birds or flat out prehistoric birds interest him a great deal, and his gaze cannot be turned away from such a beast. Any adventurers that come by him after about ten minutes can here him muttering to himself; "It's that one with the ??? again... why does ??? have that colour? Hmm..."

 He feels a tap on his shoulder as a taller individual with vibrant reddish skin and pointed ears, their expression a bit worried as they watch him. Their hair is a deep, onyx black tone and gathered in a braid laid over their shoulder trailing down to the waist, with armor made of overlapping reptilian scales and carrying a silvered spear slung over the shoulder. One scar curves over the nose bridge as if they had gotten their nose smashed in once before, another smaller scar on their lip. "Are.. you alright? You look a bit shellshocked, mate."

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 Escavald wanders around, ever so curious at the dinosaurs, always blinking quizzically at every beast that does come by. Why do they have these beaks, can they see in the dark, why was that one so colourful, why does that one lack in any colour other than beige, why are they tagged? A constant barrage of questions he thinks as every beast comes by, always wondering. Any dinosaurs related to birds or flat out prehistoric birds interest him a great deal, and his gaze cannot be turned away from such a beast. Any adventurers that come by him after about ten minutes can here him muttering to himself; "It's that one with the ??? again... why does ??? have that colour? Hmm..."

 He feels a tap on his shoulder as a taller individual with vibrant reddish skin and pointed ears, their expression a bit worried as they watch him. Their hair is a deep, onyx black tone and gathered in a braid laid over their shoulder trailing down to the waist, with armor made of overlapping reptilian scales and carrying a silvered spear slung over the shoulder. One scar curves over the nose bridge as if they had gotten their nose smashed in once before, another smaller scar on their lip. "Are.. you alright? You look a bit shellshocked, mate."

 "I'm fine; just... surprised- in an enthusiastic way. Thank you." He bows his head to the person, clearly curious about the armour and their height.

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 Cain enters the metalworking repair shop curiously

 It's less of a typical shop and seems to be a repurposed warehouse, the backside of it open to the other side of the harbor to bring ships in for repairs. Smoke billows out of a chimney connected to a massive furnace, the sounds of steam powered machinery and several ongoing conversations between people banging hammers against metal and hanging from ropes to weld parts of the hull of the currently suspended ship back into one piece making it far from a silent workplace. There's a semi-circular counter near the center of the room where a bored looking creature-- a construct of some kind with a vaguely humanoid structure and four arms made of metal covered by a clearly custom tailored coat-- leans up against the countertop, jotting something down with a feathered pen.

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 Cain enters the metalworking repair shop curiously

 It's less of a typical shop and seems to be a repurposed warehouse, the backside of it open to the other side of the harbor to bring ships in for repairs. Smoke billows out of a chimney connected to a massive furnace, the sounds of steam powered machinery and several ongoing conversations between people banging hammers against metal and hanging from ropes to weld parts of the hull of the currently suspended ship back into one piece making it far from a silent workplace. There's a semi-circular counter near the center of the room where a bored looking creature-- a construct of some kind with a vaguely humanoid structure and four arms made of metal covered by a clearly custom tailored coat-- leans up against the countertop, jotting something down with a feathered pen.

 Cain walks up to the construct and says, "Hello I am Cain, and I was wondering if you perhaps would have some information I need or would direct me to an information guild?"

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Mad nods his huge head. “Aye, what about on land. I’m looking fer a problem to solve, if you catch me drift., trouble need fixing.”

he looks at his water, “An ale lad, would help me soul.”

He glances over seeing Kaos. “Your people?”

 "Problem to solve? Proper ale will be half a silver piece, and if you're really looking for work, check out the sheriff's station. Missing people have become a bit of a problem since the outbreak, but we've locked down the damn city tight enough where only the idiots going out at night alone are the ones getting eaten." The tiefling sighs. "Just don't get bitten. And if you can afford it, silver your weapons."

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 “Regent Tieflings.” Kaos corrects him. “What do you mean by that? About the jungle?”

 He shrugs. "Jungle's not just some sort of bunch of trees and whatnot. It's living, breathing, just like you or I. The more you draw attention from it, the more it's likely to just go out and kill you. Call it superstition, but I do believe that you oughta respect the land. What giveth can be taken away, or however the saying goes." The tiefling finishes up wiping the counter, washing their hands. "Always good to stock up before you head out. And I'm pretty sure the regent tiefs left without you. Last I saw, they were already departing past the city walls."