Allister looks to Nenne with a smile face. „It seems someone shared your impression of this compound. Good for us they came here first. But we need to look for another campsite.“ He turns to Orvex and says „Your commander? Are part of some military unit or mercenary company? Who are these dead people and why are y´all here?“
Nenne's arms remain folded across her chest and she nods rather than shake his hand. "This is no place for the unprepared," she says, her tone somewhere between cordial and disapproving. "And while I am happy to share provisions with you, our mission here is both time-sensitive and perilous. If you can share more information about these Yuan-ti - their numbers, attack direction, and their snakes - we would be grateful to you. We may even be able to shelter you for the evening. But before we do, I must confess curiosity about why you and your party were in this city to begin with. What business have you in Omu?"
"Are there any more survivors then, or did everyone else perish here?" The gnome looks round at the bodies too, trying to count how many bodies there are. "If snakes can do this," and he barely conceals a shudder. "What in Milil's name were you folk doing here, anyway. I have to say, living people were the last thing we expected to find when we got here," and he looks around again, "although the jungle does seem to have dealt with that issue, worryingly."
While the party talks amongst themselves, Funderburk surveys the surrounding area. After a bit, he decided to start to chant and cast the spell Detect Magic. While his friends are questioning the man, the Vedalken would walk around investigating anything that may pop out on how the battle started, such as where the beings came from to attack the man and his team.
Nervously, Sthara approaches Orvex. "I too would like to know of the yuan-ti here. I haven't been around but very few of my kind since...in a long while. And if fireballs went flying, surely then they have spellcasters among them."
He looks at Nenne, Allister, Boosey, then back to Nenne, shrugs, and begins to speak while pointing out the dead, "A few red wizards...One, two, umm...there's a third somewhere. A score of hired mercenaries. You see - we, as in they, not me, were looking for the Ring of Winter - some artifact that some fluffypants human has hidden away in his trousers no doubt. After waaaay to long in the jungle, we stumbled upon this here city and began investigating. There seem to be temples dedicated to what appear to have been gods to the Omuans. The script on these temples is veeeeery old and something I have actually studied before. The cuneiform is a tough translate, but I've been able to manage thus far."
He cocks his head at Sthara and says, "Your people? Pardon if I - Oh! I see the scales now. Umm well, most of the fireballs were flung by our own mages. I suppose there was a sort of magical enchantment at work there. They came in through the front gate here. It was all teeth and claws." He laughs nervously obviously shaken by Sthara's heritage and continues, "Not that they have claws. Or teeth? Is it teeth if they just have fangs? I'd rather eat a porcupine than find myself at the end of their fangs again. Yikes!"
Sthara parts her lips and runs her tongue along her teeth, feeling the fangs drag across its surface. "I, at the very least have fangs. My claws are more for decoration on occasion. I wonder what it was that they were doing here...you say you are familiar with the language here?"
Orvex backs away a step at the sight of Sthara's tongue saying, "Familiar with? No. Can translate? Yes! This is why I would make a valuable, nay, invaluable resource to your party. I'm just as curious as you ?are? about these ruins." He looks around as he says the 'are' in hopes that what he's saying is true. He continues, "The writing is very old. It's, well, everywhere here. Nearly all of the wood is rotten away leaving signs out of the picture, but the stone carvings are still there. Look, look. Just here. This says, 'barracks'" He is pointing to an inscription on the stone wall next to what might have been a front door at one point. A large fern now grows in the entryway that Dunk would have been sure to appreciate.
Sthara looks to the door and then back to Orvex. "That would be quite a useful skill to take advantage of as I do not believe any of us have that advantage. I have an interest in this place to learn more about the history of those who came before in Chult, and would welcome you eagerly. What say the rest of you?"
She looks at Allister and adds, "Perhaps you will find some ancient weapons in this barracks that would be to your liking, eh?"
„The chance of finding anything of value right here, is, to speak in the manner of your new friend, as good as to see a camel´s ass after eating a porcupine, or whatever he’s talking about. His service will indeed be appreciated, even though he traveled with Red Wizard scum.“ Looking directly at Orvex „There are parts of Faerun where just traveling with such individuals would get you killed more quickly than a bleeding sailor in shark infested waters. Just be glad we are not as judgmental as some people. Just be glad they are dead, they would have fed you to these dogs if it served their goals. Uhm, they are dead, I mean ALL off them, right? Any of them flew away or got invisible and ran?“
Funderburk, suddenly having his head wiz towards the north and his eyes try to focus on something, suddenly just shook his head. Setting Dunkling to the ground while he continued to investigate, he had it go towards his friends. He told his familiar to just climb upon one of their allies' heads, to which he did so on Boosey.
Funderburk continued to look northwards, seemingly distracted. But only for a second. After a short while he would join his companions.
"To be honest friends, I just witnessed a spectacular event." With that he tried to correct himself infront of his confused friends. "By spectacular, I mean powerful. However it is a bad power so not that really enticing to see."
He looked at his friends, then to the north. "A humongous source of necrotic energy just flew over our heads and towards the north. Everything else about such as where it is coming from or going towards is a mystery to me. It was too fast. And another thing," With that he suddenly pointed at Boosey, "an unknown spell lingers on Mr. Boosey. To which if I coul, I would like to identify it and try to learn what is... lingering on yourself."
"Lastly," Funderburk started with by pointing in the air, chin high, "I trust not this man. Seems to me that he shouldn't even be alive if he is telling the truth." Looking at the strange man but talking to his friends. "To keep it simple: Should I see what happened in this past battle he just spoke of?"
Orvex seems surprised at the accusation. He gestures to the collapses rubble and opens his mouth to say something, but decides to close it again and remain silent.
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Nenne's expression grows concerned. "Magic on the storyteller, you say?" she repeats, shooting Funderburk a sharp look. "Of what nature?" She proceeds to walk over to Boosey and inspect him for any signs of ill health. (Medicine 26)
“Hold on for a second. What is going on here? We free a man from the rubble, who is nearly dead and dying of thirst, we heal him, he tells his story, and now you don’t trust him? We know him for like three minutes. Why in the damn Nine Hells do you see him as a danger?“
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Allister looks to Nenne with a smile face. „It seems someone shared your impression of this compound. Good for us they came here first. But we need to look for another campsite.“ He turns to Orvex and says „Your commander? Are part of some military unit or mercenary company? Who are these dead people and why are y´all here?“
Nenne's arms remain folded across her chest and she nods rather than shake his hand. "This is no place for the unprepared," she says, her tone somewhere between cordial and disapproving. "And while I am happy to share provisions with you, our mission here is both time-sensitive and perilous. If you can share more information about these Yuan-ti - their numbers, attack direction, and their snakes - we would be grateful to you. We may even be able to shelter you for the evening. But before we do, I must confess curiosity about why you and your party were in this city to begin with. What business have you in Omu?"
"Are there any more survivors then, or did everyone else perish here?" The gnome looks round at the bodies too, trying to count how many bodies there are. "If snakes can do this," and he barely conceals a shudder. "What in Milil's name were you folk doing here, anyway. I have to say, living people were the last thing we expected to find when we got here," and he looks around again, "although the jungle does seem to have dealt with that issue, worryingly."
While the party talks amongst themselves, Funderburk surveys the surrounding area. After a bit, he decided to start to chant and cast the spell Detect Magic. While his friends are questioning the man, the Vedalken would walk around investigating anything that may pop out on how the battle started, such as where the beings came from to attack the man and his team.
Made you look.
Nervously, Sthara approaches Orvex. "I too would like to know of the yuan-ti here. I haven't been around but very few of my kind since...in a long while. And if fireballs went flying, surely then they have spellcasters among them."
He looks at Nenne, Allister, Boosey, then back to Nenne, shrugs, and begins to speak while pointing out the dead, "A few red wizards...One, two, umm...there's a third somewhere. A score of hired mercenaries. You see - we, as in they, not me, were looking for the Ring of Winter - some artifact that some fluffypants human has hidden away in his trousers no doubt. After waaaay to long in the jungle, we stumbled upon this here city and began investigating. There seem to be temples dedicated to what appear to have been gods to the Omuans. The script on these temples is veeeeery old and something I have actually studied before. The cuneiform is a tough translate, but I've been able to manage thus far."
He cocks his head at Sthara and says, "Your people? Pardon if I - Oh! I see the scales now. Umm well, most of the fireballs were flung by our own mages. I suppose there was a sort of magical enchantment at work there. They came in through the front gate here. It was all teeth and claws." He laughs nervously obviously shaken by Sthara's heritage and continues, "Not that they have claws. Or teeth? Is it teeth if they just have fangs? I'd rather eat a porcupine than find myself at the end of their fangs again. Yikes!"
Sthara parts her lips and runs her tongue along her teeth, feeling the fangs drag across its surface. "I, at the very least have fangs. My claws are more for decoration on occasion. I wonder what it was that they were doing here...you say you are familiar with the language here?"
Orvex backs away a step at the sight of Sthara's tongue saying, "Familiar with? No. Can translate? Yes! This is why I would make a valuable, nay, invaluable resource to your party. I'm just as curious as you ?are? about these ruins." He looks around as he says the 'are' in hopes that what he's saying is true. He continues, "The writing is very old. It's, well, everywhere here. Nearly all of the wood is rotten away leaving signs out of the picture, but the stone carvings are still there. Look, look. Just here. This says, 'barracks'" He is pointing to an inscription on the stone wall next to what might have been a front door at one point. A large fern now grows in the entryway that Dunk would have been sure to appreciate.
Sthara looks to the door and then back to Orvex. "That would be quite a useful skill to take advantage of as I do not believe any of us have that advantage. I have an interest in this place to learn more about the history of those who came before in Chult, and would welcome you eagerly. What say the rest of you?"
She looks at Allister and adds, "Perhaps you will find some ancient weapons in this barracks that would be to your liking, eh?"
Orvex crosses his arms in front of his chest grinning from ear to ear.
„The chance of finding anything of value right here, is, to speak in the manner of your new friend, as good as to see a camel´s ass after eating a porcupine, or whatever he’s talking about. His service will indeed be appreciated, even though he traveled with Red Wizard scum.“ Looking directly at Orvex „There are parts of Faerun where just traveling with such individuals would get you killed more quickly than a bleeding sailor in shark infested waters. Just be glad we are not as judgmental as some people. Just be glad they are dead, they would have fed you to these dogs if it served their goals. Uhm, they are dead, I mean ALL off them, right? Any of them flew away or got invisible and ran?“
Funderburk, suddenly having his head wiz towards the north and his eyes try to focus on something, suddenly just shook his head. Setting Dunkling to the ground while he continued to investigate, he had it go towards his friends. He told his familiar to just climb upon one of their allies' heads, to which he did so on Boosey.
Funderburk continued to look northwards, seemingly distracted. But only for a second. After a short while he would join his companions.
Made you look.
„Hey Funderburk! Are you still with us? Can you tell us if some curse or other evil magic lingers in this place?“
"There is evil magic permeating the air," Nenne growls. "This entire city is tainted."
"To be honest friends, I just witnessed a spectacular event." With that he tried to correct himself infront of his confused friends. "By spectacular, I mean powerful. However it is a bad power so not that really enticing to see."
He looked at his friends, then to the north. "A humongous source of necrotic energy just flew over our heads and towards the north. Everything else about such as where it is coming from or going towards is a mystery to me. It was too fast. And another thing," With that he suddenly pointed at Boosey, "an unknown spell lingers on Mr. Boosey. To which if I coul, I would like to identify it and try to learn what is... lingering on yourself."
Made you look.
“Maybe ask him nicely this time, I done want him to blast your mind again.“
"Lastly," Funderburk started with by pointing in the air, chin high, "I trust not this man. Seems to me that he shouldn't even be alive if he is telling the truth." Looking at the strange man but talking to his friends. "To keep it simple: Should I see what happened in this past battle he just spoke of?"
Made you look.
Orvex seems surprised at the accusation. He gestures to the collapses rubble and opens his mouth to say something, but decides to close it again and remain silent.
Nenne's expression grows concerned. "Magic on the storyteller, you say?" she repeats, shooting Funderburk a sharp look. "Of what nature?" She proceeds to walk over to Boosey and inspect him for any signs of ill health. (Medicine 26)
“Hold on for a second. What is going on here? We free a man from the rubble, who is nearly dead and dying of thirst, we heal him, he tells his story, and now you don’t trust him? We know him for like three minutes. Why in the damn Nine Hells do you see him as a danger?“