With the others, we head towards the Grand Souk marketplace. As we enter the area near the market the jovial, bustling atmosphere has disappeared and I notice that there is a commotion going on involving several soldiers and curious townsfolk. I cautiously approach, asking Sthara "Is this kind of thing common here? If this has anything to do with Funderburck or Clove we could have a serious problem", trying to spot the cause of the ruckus.
As I get closer I see Funderburck surrounded by a crowd and lost in concentration while gently holding a man who looks to be in a state close to death. Hanging back I wait until the guards have taken the stricken man away, then approach Funderburck and gently put my hand on his back. "The death curse?" I ask in Gnomish. "Are you okay? That can't have been a pleasant experience."
There may be more to this scene...I'm not trying to skip anything as much as aim the story. Is anyone intent on doing anything or going anywhere else before meeting up with the harbormaster again?
I want to go inn, to rest before we head on the ship, but I also understand if everyone else wants to go to the ship. I also want to follow the guards to see where they take the man, to see if there is something else that is going on between the two forces.
I give acknowledgement to my two companions, "I believe you're right in this endeavor," he said. "I do not want to believe it, but it is the only course."
He also gives note, "After you two shop around the market should then rest up for the night at the new inn I found. It was mentioned quite a lot when I asked around. However, was there something that had happened at the harbor that took you guys so long?"
"Necromancy?". The word leaves a sour taste in Boosey's mouth after Funderburck relays all that he gleaned from the dying man.
"It's not just an exotic disease then," he says half to himself. "There must be someone or something driving this curse, but why. What could possibly be gained from targeting these people?"
He looks at Sthara. "How long has this been happening in Chult, my Lady? If this somehow manages to cross the water to the mainland the whole world could be in danger." A thought occurs to him, "What happens when undead souls aren't enough for this necromancer?"
To Funderburck. "What was this Malars Throat the soldier mentioned, where the cursed are kept? If we follow the guards they may lead us there, it may not be safe, but the four of us should be enough to avoid any trouble."
To Clove and Funderburck I relay what happened at the docks and in the harbourmasters office, and I give a snort of laughter as I remember "We have a dinner invitation, my friends. If you can stomach it after witnessing this disease first hand. I believe we may be asked to do some pirate hunting, from what I can gather!"
I pat myself down, and resign myself to the fact I'm not getting a set of local rags anytime soon. "Shopping can wait for the moment. Follow the curse then find this inn you spoke of. I'd rather not spend the night on a ship if we can help it. We may find ourselves waking up out at sea!"
@DM
Barring any more side tracking, Boosey would like to peruse the market at some point. He intends to get some local clothing - the loose and flowing kind as he's seen since coming off the boat - children's clothing if possible. He's already had the thought that he could pass for a human child, and with Sthara having joined the group, him playing her son could be disarming, given the right situation.
He is still at the harbor if the harbormaster still wants to talk to him before dinner. If not he is making his way to the market. Ooc: we can play this scene out if you want, Allister has been in the limelight pretty much so far, let’s get everyone else some RP time.
The journey through the city takes longer than it should since the pace is set by a broken man, but Malar's throat isn't terribly far from the Grand Souk. The wide avenue south of the market continues on past a western gate. It is here that the Flaming Fist soldiers leave off and return to their other duties. Outside the gate the street turns into a deep ravine flanked by two sheer, jungle draped ridges. Foot bridges made of rope and bamboo criss-cross over the ravine connecting to the sides of the ravine in various places. The farther west the trench goes, the longer and higher the rope walkways get due to the steep slope of the ravine. Gutters created from rain water runoff mar the sloping, bottom of the ravine.
The afflicted man makes his way over to a shack not to far into the area. Small structures, mostly dirty shacks like this one, are stacked on top of each other all along both sides of the ravine. While the area isn't devoid of the splashes of color inside the city, it is far less abundant here. Most of these poor people here wear muted or earth-toned colors. Breaking up the drab scene is a sturdy blockhouse made from heavy stone that sits on the right side of the ravine about halfway through it. The symbol of Tymora, goddess of luck, is plain to see on the side of the temple, even from here.
Is anyone against using Discord for this? I've been doing some research and it looks fairly easy to play there with the Avrae bot. I've not used it before so if we did switch, you'd have to bear with me just a bit, but I am tech savvy.
Is anyone against using Discord for this? I've been doing some research and it looks fairly easy to play there with the Avrae bot. I've not used it before so if we did switch, you'd have to bear with me just a bit, but I am tech savvy.
I've got a discord account - totally new to it, but happy to give it a shot
I already have a PbP campaign on Discord, even I can manage dice rolls on Avrae. Some spells have to be home brewed because they are not implemented but that´s not a problem with most spells. For an invite my Discord is Throndor#6773
I'm posting a link to the discord server in the campaign notes. If everyone agrees and goes there, we'll play there. I am just as fine playing here though.
The bustle of Malar's Throat is no less diminished than it is in the city proper, but the inhabitants here do live a noticeably harder life. There are a few more men with wrappings like that of the afflicted man near to him. He is, by far, the worst of the four though. A robed human is re-wrapping an afflicted half-elf's bare torso. She is a stout woman with a tender touch, which the half elf is sure to appreciate given his ailment.
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I’d prefer to stick here, because I’m far less motivated to open Discord because of all of the notifications, despite muting channels. If everyone else would prefer it, I’ll switch over.
“It has been happening for too long,” Sthara says to Funderburck, sadly.
Sthara looks around as they enter Malar’s Throat.
“This is not a happy place. I feel for those who are here by tragedy—having to live with those who are deserving of this place.”
Watching the woman help the elf, she thinks about the relationship between Tymora and Ubtao, if any, to remember whether or not the healer would be receptive of help (If needed, Religion 20).
I've done Discord before myself, though I have forgotten how to roll and a few other mechanics hahaha. Still, I'm very much up for it! It may be easier too since in one chat section we could talk ooc, and in another in character for the story!
Funderburk watched sadly, knowing he is unable to do much as they made their way towards Malars Throat. "It is sad indeed my friends... sad they have to live this way. But with a population with this size I do not know how we are able to help in any way other than breaking this curse." He looks towards his companions, "We need to eradicate this... death curse, agreed friends? And our first step should be going back to the harbor after shopping to finally eat at this place you mentioned in the harbor. Then finally rest at a respectable inn or somewhere to obtain rest."
"What say you friends? Lest there is anything else needed to be done?"
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Near to completion when the party arrives, the lady spots the party and watches them for a moment as she puts the last of the ties on the bandages. 23 She comes over to address the four of you, "They don't like it when you stare. I fear there's naught to be done for 'em now. Every day they get a little worse. The gods don't answer prayers for healing. My guess is that it ain't natural bein' brought back to life 'n all so the gods are takin' 'em back. At least they'll be at peace soon enough...poor things."
Boosey:
Agreed. It'd be a religion roll. Adjusting that roll to accommodate makes it a 10. Boosey does recognize her as a follower of Tymora, or at least some affiliation judging by the goddesses's emblem embroidered into her tunic. Whether she is a dedicated priestess or not is unclear.
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Malars Throat is like nothing Boosey has seen before, and as the group enters he looks round at the ravine, crossed by rope bridges in wonder. Seeing the symbol for Tymora he feels a sense, not quite of relief, but of comforting familiarity. Here at least is a deity that he recognises.
"I would speak to one of the priestesses from the temple, before we return to the docks. They may be able to tell us the source of this blight, if not at least how long it has been afflicting these poor people." As the human woman approaches who was tending the elf he says gently, "I'm sorry to intrude while you work. Could you tell us what has happened to them? This seems to be some kind of evil at work." Feeling a little self conscious to have been caught staring, he walks over to the elf and says, "I may not be able to cure you friend, but I can ease some of your suffering, at least for a while".
Touching the Elf's arm I cast cure wounds (for 7 healing) to see if it has any effect on him. "My friends and I hope to find a way to end this evil," and I look round at the others. "One way or another".
ooc: you must've posted as I was typing. Edited to make more sense
Yeah, no worries. Let the events be mingled. For the record, it's about 4 or 5 pm.
As Boosey invokes the powers of healing, he is surprised by what he sees. Magic gathers as the incantation is said, and the energy flows out of Boosey's hand and into the form of the half-elf, but to no avail. The skin does not stitch itself back together as is typical with this spell, nor does the man show any sign of relief. He smiles a grim smile and says, "I thank you for trying, good gnome, but it has been attempted before to the same effect." The woman explains that there should be one or two priests in the temple at this time of day and adds, "If Jezzine is about, she can help you more than I, as she heads our research into this...Death Curse." She clasps her necklace as she says the last two words.
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With the others, we head towards the Grand Souk marketplace. As we enter the area near the market the jovial, bustling atmosphere has disappeared and I notice that there is a commotion going on involving several soldiers and curious townsfolk. I cautiously approach, asking Sthara "Is this kind of thing common here? If this has anything to do with Funderburck or Clove we could have a serious problem", trying to spot the cause of the ruckus.
As I get closer I see Funderburck surrounded by a crowd and lost in concentration while gently holding a man who looks to be in a state close to death. Hanging back I wait until the guards have taken the stricken man away, then approach Funderburck and gently put my hand on his back. "The death curse?" I ask in Gnomish. "Are you okay? That can't have been a pleasant experience."
Sthara follows along up to Funderburck and begins a low incantation, but stops when she realizes what’s happening.
“There is no more to be done for him now. There is no cure for what ails him.”
There may be more to this scene...I'm not trying to skip anything as much as aim the story. Is anyone intent on doing anything or going anywhere else before meeting up with the harbormaster again?
I want to go inn, to rest before we head on the ship, but I also understand if everyone else wants to go to the ship. I also want to follow the guards to see where they take the man, to see if there is something else that is going on between the two forces.
I give acknowledgement to my two companions, "I believe you're right in this endeavor," he said. "I do not want to believe it, but it is the only course."
He also gives note, "After you two shop around the market should then rest up for the night at the new inn I found. It was mentioned quite a lot when I asked around. However, was there something that had happened at the harbor that took you guys so long?"
Made you look.
"Necromancy?". The word leaves a sour taste in Boosey's mouth after Funderburck relays all that he gleaned from the dying man.
"It's not just an exotic disease then," he says half to himself. "There must be someone or something driving this curse, but why. What could possibly be gained from targeting these people?"
He looks at Sthara. "How long has this been happening in Chult, my Lady? If this somehow manages to cross the water to the mainland the whole world could be in danger." A thought occurs to him, "What happens when undead souls aren't enough for this necromancer?"
To Funderburck. "What was this Malars Throat the soldier mentioned, where the cursed are kept? If we follow the guards they may lead us there, it may not be safe, but the four of us should be enough to avoid any trouble."
To Clove and Funderburck I relay what happened at the docks and in the harbourmasters office, and I give a snort of laughter as I remember "We have a dinner invitation, my friends. If you can stomach it after witnessing this disease first hand. I believe we may be asked to do some pirate hunting, from what I can gather!"
I pat myself down, and resign myself to the fact I'm not getting a set of local rags anytime soon. "Shopping can wait for the moment. Follow the curse then find this inn you spoke of. I'd rather not spend the night on a ship if we can help it. We may find ourselves waking up out at sea!"
@DM
Barring any more side tracking, Boosey would like to peruse the market at some point. He intends to get some local clothing - the loose and flowing kind as he's seen since coming off the boat - children's clothing if possible. He's already had the thought that he could pass for a human child, and with Sthara having joined the group, him playing her son could be disarming, given the right situation.
Where is Allister during this last bit?
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He is still at the harbor if the harbormaster still wants to talk to him before dinner. If not he is making his way to the market. Ooc: we can play this scene out if you want, Allister has been in the limelight pretty much so far, let’s get everyone else some RP time.
The journey through the city takes longer than it should since the pace is set by a broken man, but Malar's throat isn't terribly far from the Grand Souk. The wide avenue south of the market continues on past a western gate. It is here that the Flaming Fist soldiers leave off and return to their other duties. Outside the gate the street turns into a deep ravine flanked by two sheer, jungle draped ridges. Foot bridges made of rope and bamboo criss-cross over the ravine connecting to the sides of the ravine in various places. The farther west the trench goes, the longer and higher the rope walkways get due to the steep slope of the ravine. Gutters created from rain water runoff mar the sloping, bottom of the ravine.
The afflicted man makes his way over to a shack not to far into the area. Small structures, mostly dirty shacks like this one, are stacked on top of each other all along both sides of the ravine. While the area isn't devoid of the splashes of color inside the city, it is far less abundant here. Most of these poor people here wear muted or earth-toned colors. Breaking up the drab scene is a sturdy blockhouse made from heavy stone that sits on the right side of the ravine about halfway through it. The symbol of Tymora, goddess of luck, is plain to see on the side of the temple, even from here.
Is anyone against using Discord for this? I've been doing some research and it looks fairly easy to play there with the Avrae bot. I've not used it before so if we did switch, you'd have to bear with me just a bit, but I am tech savvy.
I've got a discord account - totally new to it, but happy to give it a shot
I already have a PbP campaign on Discord, even I can manage dice rolls on Avrae. Some spells have to be home brewed because they are not implemented but that´s not a problem with most spells. For an invite my Discord is Throndor#6773
I'm posting a link to the discord server in the campaign notes. If everyone agrees and goes there, we'll play there. I am just as fine playing here though.
The bustle of Malar's Throat is no less diminished than it is in the city proper, but the inhabitants here do live a noticeably harder life. There are a few more men with wrappings like that of the afflicted man near to him. He is, by far, the worst of the four though. A robed human is re-wrapping an afflicted half-elf's bare torso. She is a stout woman with a tender touch, which the half elf is sure to appreciate given his ailment.
I'm trying to wait until the others post for a bit :)
Can I make a perception check to see if the robed human is a priestess of Tymora 20
A religion check would be more appropriate
I’d prefer to stick here, because I’m far less motivated to open Discord because of all of the notifications, despite muting channels. If everyone else would prefer it, I’ll switch over.
“It has been happening for too long,” Sthara says to Funderburck, sadly.
Sthara looks around as they enter Malar’s Throat.
“This is not a happy place. I feel for those who are here by tragedy—having to live with those who are deserving of this place.”
Watching the woman help the elf, she thinks about the relationship between Tymora and Ubtao, if any, to remember whether or not the healer would be receptive of help (If needed, Religion 20).
I've done Discord before myself, though I have forgotten how to roll and a few other mechanics hahaha. Still, I'm very much up for it! It may be easier too since in one chat section we could talk ooc, and in another in character for the story!
Funderburk watched sadly, knowing he is unable to do much as they made their way towards Malars Throat. "It is sad indeed my friends... sad they have to live this way. But with a population with this size I do not know how we are able to help in any way other than breaking this curse." He looks towards his companions, "We need to eradicate this... death curse, agreed friends? And our first step should be going back to the harbor after shopping to finally eat at this place you mentioned in the harbor. Then finally rest at a respectable inn or somewhere to obtain rest."
"What say you friends? Lest there is anything else needed to be done?"
Made you look.
Near to completion when the party arrives, the lady spots the party and watches them for a moment as she puts the last of the ties on the bandages. 23 She comes over to address the four of you, "They don't like it when you stare. I fear there's naught to be done for 'em now. Every day they get a little worse. The gods don't answer prayers for healing. My guess is that it ain't natural bein' brought back to life 'n all so the gods are takin' 'em back. At least they'll be at peace soon enough...poor things."
Boosey:
Agreed. It'd be a religion roll. Adjusting that roll to accommodate makes it a 10. Boosey does recognize her as a follower of Tymora, or at least some affiliation judging by the goddesses's emblem embroidered into her tunic. Whether she is a dedicated priestess or not is unclear.
Malars Throat is like nothing Boosey has seen before, and as the group enters he looks round at the ravine, crossed by rope bridges in wonder. Seeing the symbol for Tymora he feels a sense, not quite of relief, but of comforting familiarity. Here at least is a deity that he recognises.
"I would speak to one of the priestesses from the temple, before we return to the docks. They may be able to tell us the source of this blight, if not at least how long it has been afflicting these poor people." As the human woman approaches who was tending the elf he says gently, "I'm sorry to intrude while you work. Could you tell us what has happened to them? This seems to be some kind of evil at work." Feeling a little self conscious to have been caught staring, he walks over to the elf and says, "I may not be able to cure you friend, but I can ease some of your suffering, at least for a while".
Touching the Elf's arm I cast cure wounds (for 7 healing) to see if it has any effect on him. "My friends and I hope to find a way to end this evil," and I look round at the others. "One way or another".
ooc: you must've posted as I was typing. Edited to make more sense
Yeah, no worries. Let the events be mingled. For the record, it's about 4 or 5 pm.
As Boosey invokes the powers of healing, he is surprised by what he sees. Magic gathers as the incantation is said, and the energy flows out of Boosey's hand and into the form of the half-elf, but to no avail. The skin does not stitch itself back together as is typical with this spell, nor does the man show any sign of relief. He smiles a grim smile and says, "I thank you for trying, good gnome, but it has been attempted before to the same effect." The woman explains that there should be one or two priests in the temple at this time of day and adds, "If Jezzine is about, she can help you more than I, as she heads our research into this...Death Curse." She clasps her necklace as she says the last two words.