Bryn would wait with anticipation for her turn to take a look at the jug. Inside she'd be bouncing with excitement, on the outside she was stone cold poker face, her eyes following it as it got passed around. The halfgiant would put out her hands to offer to take the jug next.
Finally, when it was her turn, anyone paying attention would be able to see a range of emotions wash across Bryn's face before settling on a look with furrowed brows. "I've heard whispers of it in teachings. Almost believed to be only legend by my tribe." The druid would trace her fingers along its design before looking up to the members of the group who have retrieved this item. "This is a great blessing." She'd bow her head to the others before offering it back to whomever wishes/is designated to hold onto it.
Fulcra would go outside for the afternoon. He would stay close to the temple, but spend a bit more time digging through the tents remains. He has no interest in hunting, but says, "I hope you're the ones that do the hunting out there...and not the other way round."
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Cimeri was going to use this rare opportunity to run through the first complex of Daoyintu - the one that helps in the activation and harnessing of internal Ki energy and the external Li life force. She did not need much space for it, just a flat enough spot - hopefully, between the Temple and the river there was one, close enough to get back in case of a sudden danger, but far enough to not to disturb those busy with studies or more quiet occupations.
Celtra and Bryn forage for food and set up the makeshift piles in front of the temple entrance; it’s not great protection but may deter a midsized dinosaur. Bryn takes multiple trips past Taman, poring over his grimoire, each time requesting to hold the alchemy jug and studying it in wonder. Fulcra continues rummaging through the tents and finds 22 silver, a piece of wire a foot long, lots of mud, and a small stone somewhat resembling a face. Cimeri ventures near the edge of the camp to go through her forms and is followed by Azaka, who growls at her to be careful and sits down nearby to sharpen her scimitar, keeping a watch on the jungle.
As Cimeri finishes her forms, something small rustles in the bushes nearby...
Day 9
rain caught: 3 gal]
[Day 9 - Morning: 28 bug repellent each: full rations (35): three raincatchers - full canteens (1.5 gal surplus)]
Fulcra finds a religious symbol amongst the rubble; it’s silver(20 gp).
A yellow and iridescent purple bird tumbles out of the jungle bushes near Cimeri. It drags one of its wings and flaps the other ineffectively. It’s tail is nearly twice the length of its body; the yellow purple markings are stunning.
Taman will drink some of the strawberry milk that Cimeri created with the jug, figuring why not at this point. He will otherwise continue studying his spellbook.
If Cimeri finished her exercises (she would not stop just to admire local fauna) than poor bird would certainly get her attention. Cimeri would try to catch the bird (even if it requires to wonder into the jungle) very carefully to show it to Bryn, in hope she would know how to fix the wing.
Fulcra, still whistling, tucks the silver into a pocket. Then, if he notices the bird, heads over there. "Oooh, what a pretty bird. It looks injured though. Bryn, can you help it at all?"
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Stoically, Celtra moves forward and whispers to Fulcra and Bryn, "If you cant fix it, should we just finish it and eat it? Better than a slow death of starvation or it squawking around drawing in predators."
Fulcra puts a hand on Celtra's shoulder, making eye contact and trying to figure out the best way to deliver some very sensitive message to her about what is appropriate and what isn't, "Yes."
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Bryn would stand with her hands on her hips, admiring her and Celtra’s piles and food haul. She’d give the human a harder clap than necessary on her back. “Good job.” The half giant would nod in thanks to the fighter for their teamwork.
Once done looking over their supplies, Bryn would hover over Taman while the others wondered about the camp. She’d watch with wide-eyes while it was his turn to look at the jug. “Pink milk good?” The Druid would ask. “Not just milk right?” She’d start to ponder what else it could produce. The Druid would try to think back to her teachings, if her elders even had that knowledge.
When it was her turn, she’d walk around, pacing with it. Occasionally she’d tilt it or shake it a little to listen to the liquid slosh around. It’d almost make her giddy with wonder. Bryn would count the corks over and over cause she’d lose track of where she was on the jug. Eventually she’d just give up because she just wanted to start tugging at the corks to guess what was inside, though she’d dare not too. It wasn’t her find, so she didn’t feel like it was hers to play with first. It wouldn’t stop her from sniffing all over the jug though...
Bryn would be mid huff when Cimeri would come to her with the bird. She’d pretend like she was just lifting the jug to look under it, then give it back to Taman. The half giant would look to Celtra and nod. She agreed that it shouldn’t suffer if there wasn’t anything she could do, but first she’d want to try. Bryn would look to both Cimeri and Fulcra before nodding to them as well. “Bryn will try.” She’d smile.
The halfgiant would kneel down onto the ground and pat the spot next to her for the young tiefling to join her with the bird. Bryn would reach a hand up to the Druidic totem hanging around her neck, with a sprig of mistletoe poking out of its skull. She’d hold out her other hand and cup it. The Druid would speak softly in Druidic and as she does, 8 berries appear in her hand.
Bryn would give the berries to Cimeri to hold and offer the bird while she examines if there’s anything she could do to assist it further. She’d asses whether the gift of magic would correct the issue, if anything in her healing kit would be of any help, or if it truly is beyond help.
Cimeri grew up (mostly) in a village - practicality above all else, animals are food, horse with a broken leg is a meat - she knew it well. Still, even a butcher in their village kept an old horse he could not bring himself to kill. May be Cimeri did not spent enough time here in the Jungle (or was or hungry enough) but in her mind that beautifully bird was anything but food. And even egg laying chicken would not be eaten because of the broken wing - why would it?! Cut the feathers, apply a splint, rap with any soft piece of cloth - wait for a week, done!
If magic did not magically saved poor birdy, Cimeri will insist on taking care of her sudden pet. And anyone attempting to kill it can roll initiative.
The bird gobbles the berries rapidly after a few moments’ hesitation; probably it hadn’t been able to get itself any food. The bird is certainly not doomed; it appears young and even a makeshift splint would likely help the creature heal, which Cimeri sets to work upon after earning its trust. Azaka watches all with curiosity; it’s hard to say whether she approves, disapproves, or gives a flying fudge. But you didn’t hire her to be a moral compass anyway. Camp is made and you all are probably quite excited for a Long Rest and what will hopefully be a good sleep.
You wake from the most restful sleep you’ve had since before you entered Chult; the sounds of scraping hit your ears as Azaka shoves the canoe down the steps with a yawn. You watch from your bedroll as she stretches her arms wide in the morning sun and walks past the first abandoned command tent. She grunts and falls as half a dozen arrows fly through the air, four burying themselves in her body, blood exploding from the wounds.
After that all with the jug, Celtra will ask "Anyone want to help find some food? It's still early."
Bryn would wait with anticipation for her turn to take a look at the jug. Inside she'd be bouncing with excitement, on the outside she was stone cold poker face, her eyes following it as it got passed around. The halfgiant would put out her hands to offer to take the jug next.
Finally, when it was her turn, anyone paying attention would be able to see a range of emotions wash across Bryn's face before settling on a look with furrowed brows. "I've heard whispers of it in teachings. Almost believed to be only legend by my tribe." The druid would trace her fingers along its design before looking up to the members of the group who have retrieved this item. "This is a great blessing." She'd bow her head to the others before offering it back to whomever wishes/is designated to hold onto it.
just an unstable unicorn.
Taman would put the jug away, and then settle down with his spellbook to study and practice his spells.
Fulcra would go outside for the afternoon. He would stay close to the temple, but spend a bit more time digging through the tents remains. He has no interest in hunting, but says, "I hope you're the ones that do the hunting out there...and not the other way round."
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Cimeri was going to use this rare opportunity to run through the first complex of Daoyintu - the one that helps in the activation and harnessing of internal Ki energy and the external Li life force. She did not need much space for it, just a flat enough spot - hopefully, between the Temple and the river there was one, close enough to get back in case of a sudden danger, but far enough to not to disturb those busy with studies or more quiet occupations.
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
Celtra and Bryn forage for food and set up the makeshift piles in front of the temple entrance; it’s not great protection but may deter a midsized dinosaur.
Bryn takes multiple trips past Taman, poring over his grimoire, each time requesting to hold the alchemy jug and studying it in wonder.
Fulcra continues rummaging through the tents and finds 22 silver, a piece of wire a foot long, lots of mud, and a small stone somewhat resembling a face.
Cimeri ventures near the edge of the camp to go through her forms and is followed by Azaka, who growls at her to be careful and sits down nearby to sharpen her scimitar, keeping a watch on the jungle.
As Cimeri finishes her forms, something small rustles in the bushes nearby...
Day 9
rain caught: 3 gal]
[Day 9 - Morning: 28 bug repellent each: full rations (35): three raincatchers - full canteens (1.5 gal surplus)]
[Canoe Marching Order: Celtra - Fulcra - Cimeri - Bryn - Taman - Azaka]
[Rotating Watch, for tonight: Cimeri -Celtra - Fulcra - Bryn - OFF: Taman ]
Fulcra wanders over to the as-yet-uninvestigated Shrine and takes a look around there as well.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
[perception check pls]
Perception : 11
He wanders across the perfectly safe camp, whistling, without a care in the world.
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Fulcra finds a religious symbol amongst the rubble; it’s silver(20 gp).
A yellow and iridescent purple bird tumbles out of the jungle bushes near Cimeri. It drags one of its wings and flaps the other ineffectively. It’s tail is nearly twice the length of its body; the yellow purple markings are stunning.
Taman will drink some of the strawberry milk that Cimeri created with the jug, figuring why not at this point. He will otherwise continue studying his spellbook.
If Cimeri finished her exercises (she would not stop just to admire local fauna) than poor bird would certainly get her attention. Cimeri would try to catch the bird (even if it requires to wonder into the jungle) very carefully to show it to Bryn, in hope she would know how to fix the wing.
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
Fulcra, still whistling, tucks the silver into a pocket. Then, if he notices the bird, heads over there. "Oooh, what a pretty bird. It looks injured though. Bryn, can you help it at all?"
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Stoically, Celtra moves forward and whispers to Fulcra and Bryn, "If you cant fix it, should we just finish it and eat it? Better than a slow death of starvation or it squawking around drawing in predators."
Fulcra puts a hand on Celtra's shoulder, making eye contact and trying to figure out the best way to deliver some very sensitive message to her about what is appropriate and what isn't, "Yes."
What's the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?
Class.
Bryn would stand with her hands on her hips, admiring her and Celtra’s piles and food haul. She’d give the human a harder clap than necessary on her back. “Good job.” The half giant would nod in thanks to the fighter for their teamwork.
Once done looking over their supplies, Bryn would hover over Taman while the others wondered about the camp. She’d watch with wide-eyes while it was his turn to look at the jug. “Pink milk good?” The Druid would ask. “Not just milk right?” She’d start to ponder what else it could produce. The Druid would try to think back to her teachings, if her elders even had that knowledge.
When it was her turn, she’d walk around, pacing with it. Occasionally she’d tilt it or shake it a little to listen to the liquid slosh around. It’d almost make her giddy with wonder. Bryn would count the corks over and over cause she’d lose track of where she was on the jug. Eventually she’d just give up because she just wanted to start tugging at the corks to guess what was inside, though she’d dare not too. It wasn’t her find, so she didn’t feel like it was hers to play with first. It wouldn’t stop her from sniffing all over the jug though...
Bryn would be mid huff when Cimeri would come to her with the bird. She’d pretend like she was just lifting the jug to look under it, then give it back to Taman. The half giant would look to Celtra and nod. She agreed that it shouldn’t suffer if there wasn’t anything she could do, but first she’d want to try. Bryn would look to both Cimeri and Fulcra before nodding to them as well. “Bryn will try.” She’d smile.
The halfgiant would kneel down onto the ground and pat the spot next to her for the young tiefling to join her with the bird. Bryn would reach a hand up to the Druidic totem hanging around her neck, with a sprig of mistletoe poking out of its skull. She’d hold out her other hand and cup it. The Druid would speak softly in Druidic and as she does, 8 berries appear in her hand.
Casting: Goodberry
Bryn would give the berries to Cimeri to hold and offer the bird while she examines if there’s anything she could do to assist it further. She’d asses whether the gift of magic would correct the issue, if anything in her healing kit would be of any help, or if it truly is beyond help.
just an unstable unicorn.
Cimeri grew up (mostly) in a village - practicality above all else, animals are food, horse with a broken leg is a meat - she knew it well. Still, even a butcher in their village kept an old horse he could not bring himself to kill. May be Cimeri did not spent enough time here in the Jungle (or was or hungry enough) but in her mind that beautifully bird was anything but food. And even egg laying chicken would not be eaten because of the broken wing - why would it?! Cut the feathers, apply a splint, rap with any soft piece of cloth - wait for a week, done!
If magic did not magically saved poor birdy, Cimeri will insist on taking care of her sudden pet. And anyone attempting to kill it can roll initiative.
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
The bird gobbles the berries rapidly after a few moments’ hesitation; probably it hadn’t been able to get itself any food.
The bird is certainly not doomed; it appears young and even a makeshift splint would likely help the creature heal, which Cimeri sets to work upon after earning its trust.
Azaka watches all with curiosity; it’s hard to say whether she approves, disapproves, or gives a flying fudge. But you didn’t hire her to be a moral compass anyway.
Camp is made and you all are probably quite excited for a Long Rest and what will hopefully be a good sleep.
You wake from the most restful sleep you’ve had since before you entered Chult; the sounds of scraping hit your ears as Azaka shoves the canoe down the steps with a yawn. You watch from your bedroll as she stretches her arms wide in the morning sun and walks past the first abandoned command tent.
She grunts and falls as half a dozen arrows fly through the air, four burying themselves in her body, blood exploding from the wounds.
Roll for initiative
Taman initiative: 21