Liara's jaw clenches as she takes on a mile long stare, fixed in her own thoughts before replying, "They vanished from the stockade here during a memorial service for lost soldiers. I don't know this Artus Cimber, but you can damn well bet on me finding out who he is if he's bringing trouble to my fort." She throws her hands up and makes an aggravated sound before adding, "Of course the pirates are a problem, but what the hell am I supposed to know about that? We're a land based operation in the middle of a jungle. Maybe if Horace had been a better captain, they'd have stayed afloat." Noticing her own building tempo, she visible calms herself and quickly adds, "Look, I'll help in any way I can, but it seems like you're just chasing ghosts. Come back with something solid and we'll talk."
Nenne inclines her head in an attempt to interject without being rude. "Greetings, commander, I am Nenne Amharat. The giants my friend mentioned are natives of my homeland, the Feywild, though we did not arrive in Chult together. They were the ones to give us the name Artus Cimber. I believe they were summoned to this plane against their will, or are stranded and in search of a means home. It is possible he is responsible for bringing them here, or that he can help them return. All I know for certain is that they seemed determined to find him.
"His name may be unfamiliar to you," she continues, businesslike, "but would you know of anyone we can interview who might have heard of him? Or who has connections with the arcane community? These giants are not a threat if they are not attacked. We ourselves left an encounter with them without injury. I firmly believe the sooner we locate this Artus, the sooner the giants can be dealt with in a swift, effective, and potentially bloodless manner."
While Nenne is talking to Lyara Allister leans towards Funderburk and whispers "If you have any magic that enables you to see if someone is spying on this meeting please find out."
Funderburk, deciding it is best to stand, leans towards Allister and responds, "I shall see with what I have prepared at the moment..."
Funderburk, bringing out the new staff he had just bought, slams it on the ground, to which he begins to mutter an incantation. "Worry not about me friends. I am only making sure we are alone in this deep conversation." His hands once more begin to seep out blue wisps of magic clouds, now instead focusing on his staff.
"A bloodless solution would be for the best. The priest in Helm's temple is the only person I can recommend for anything involving arcane-" She stops and watches Funderburk in a mixture of wariness and surprise before saying to herself, "Oookay."
As per usual, your insight and whatnot can be found in discord.
"Who does this priest worship? Perhaps we visit them." Sthara also watches Funderburk work. "Also, you surely know of caves near your fort, even if you stay on the land. I would imagine that a capable company would want to know of such places to avoid unwholesome creatures from building a stronghold. Do you know of any? Filled with pirates or not?"
Not knowing what to make of the wizard, Liara keeps her eyes on him whole answering Sthara, "He follows Helm at the small temple here in the fort. He's a Chultan man, forgive me I can't pronounce his name. He's the only priest here though and shouldn't be hard to find. He does his best to fit into as many religious roles as hia faith will allow for..." It's plain for anyome to see that she has bery strong feelings about the wizard, though what that could be is anyone's guess as she makes no attempt to hide her scrunched up face at him. Her gaze falls to Sthara for the rest of her answer, "Flaming Fist directives don't currently involve the coastline, so I don't send patrols near them. Your guess is as good as mine as to where their cove might be."
Funderburk paying no heed to his friends, nor the strong look Liara gave him, he finishes the casting. Taking note of the two objects that were indeed magical. "No eyes see us. Other than Sthara's pearl pendant." He looks to the commander, "If I may interlude for a moment, where may we find this priest? That way we may be on our journey to further investigate this curse." From there he begins to move about the room pacing, back and forth. Thinking about the possible interference with the pirates along with the curse itself. As he does so, once more he begins to adjust the robes on him, attempting to rid the creases on his folds,
Allister gets up from his chair, puts his hands on the table and adresses everyone. "It looks like we can finish this conversation. We will meet the priest and see if we can learn more from him. After that we´ll get more provisions and be on our way. Thank you for your time, commander." Without another word he turns around and leaves. Once outside he looks for an alehouse or inn to get a mug of ale.
Clearing her throat at the antics of her companions, Nenne rises and offers a shallow bow to the commander. "We shall inform you if we uncover any actionable intelligence. Thank you for your" - she casts sidelong glances at the retreating Allister and the pacing Funderburk -"patience." She smiles politely and begins her egress.
"Come along, sir wizard," she calls over her shoulder, "lest you scuff your shoes."
With everyone beginning to leave, Funderburk calls out to Nenne, "I will be out in a moment. Just give me a moment to discuss with Liara for a bit. I will catch up with you all later, worry not about me."
From there, he looks to the commander and asks for a bit of her time. "While I was casting my spell, I noticed two magical objects within the room. One on Sthara, and one on yourself. May I ask what that magical object is? Or is that disclosed information?" Funderburk asks with a curious tone. Wondering what the object is and what it holds.
Behind narrowed eyes and a firm jaw, Liara says, "It's none of your concern. I believe you were leaving?" She motions for Funderburk to exit.
Allister is going to love this: There is no inn here. There is no tavern here. Only a barracks, a stable, provisioner, temple, a bazaar, and the building you just left. It's meant for soldiers. The shopkeepers and whatnot from the bazaar live in tents inside and outside the walls. If you want, you can narrate your frustration in finding any of this info out, but either way the fort isn't big and you'd find out very quickly.
If you hadn´t told me right away but through narration I would have done it, but now it feels a bit forced.
After the infuriating revelation that the fort has no inn Allister walks towards Eku and tells her brusquely " We leave soon. This place is wasting our time. We´ll search for the pirates at the bay ourselves. You wanna join us?" Taking a moment to calm down he continues "I know your obligation ends here but we´d appreciate your company during our search along the coast. Maybe we can find the cave Sthara´s friend told her about. It´s the only lead we have right now."
"We can make our way to and then up the coast and look for any inlets. would it be wise to see if there are boats available nearby? Perhaps there is a settlement nearby with fishermen who would help us if the coastline proves to be more cliff than sand."
Sthara kicks at some stones on the ground as she thinks of potential routes.
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As we walk away from the meeting something occurs to Boosey. "Liara mentioned two Flaming Fist camps. Vengeance and righteous. Was Camp righteous not the camp mentioned by the merchant prince before we left the port? You know, the one next to the temple of the man with the crocodile on his back. I'm sorry we seem to have come to a dead end here, I was led to believe that she would have useful intelligence." He looks back down towards the stables. "Should we attempt to speak to the quartermaster, often the lower ranked soldiers can provide more interesting information than the Captains?" He looks back towards the temple, "Saying that, it's the priests on this island that seem to know more than the soldiers."
Nenne glances around, her mouth curling into a subtle smirk. "I may know little about Chult, but soldiers are the same everywhere," she says, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. "If there's a sword, there's bound to be swill. And gambling. And all sorts of prohibited things. But above all else, there is rumor. If the commander was a dead end as you say, then she either did not trust us enough to share her knowledge, or she is incompetent and oblivious to the realities of her own fort. I would wager on the former."
Her armor clinks as she folds her arms comfortably across her chest. "I say we visit the quartermaster. Of everyone on this base, he would be the most likely to trade in knowledge and secrets. At the very least, he can point us toward some liquor. Perhaps, too, we can learn more about our friend the wanderer, who referred us to him, and ask about Artus."
Eku nods to Allister as the others filter into the conversation. She waits politely for everyone else to finish before saying, "Your task is a noble one. I shall see you into the jungle once more if you would have me. I too would like to speak to this quartermaster. I need a few more arrows. to fill my quiver."
The earlier indicated quartermaster building is not far from the bazaar just south of the stables. A Chultan man can be seen sitting on a slice of a tree turned into a seat smoking a pipe, as the few of you talking about it look over that way. His attention appears to be turned towards a soldier on a horse over at the stable.
Funderburk begins the interaction, "Hello sir, may you be the quartermaster? We are looking for him in regards to our quest." When Funderburk says we, he sweeps his hands towards his friends. "We are on our journey investigating this 'Death Curse". What might say you? Can you help us?"
"Forgive my friend," Nenne says, deliberately interjecting herself before the conversation progresses, "he is forgetful. What we are truly interested in learning first is if you have any cats for sale."
The man turns a quizzical look to Funderburk then points to himself and says, "Aya, Jago be the quatamasta-" He stops, grinning wider with each word from the cleric. He stands and moves closer before answering in a low voice, "Are you friends of Artus? It is a happy day when he comes. Is he near?"
Liara's jaw clenches as she takes on a mile long stare, fixed in her own thoughts before replying, "They vanished from the stockade here during a memorial service for lost soldiers. I don't know this Artus Cimber, but you can damn well bet on me finding out who he is if he's bringing trouble to my fort." She throws her hands up and makes an aggravated sound before adding, "Of course the pirates are a problem, but what the hell am I supposed to know about that? We're a land based operation in the middle of a jungle. Maybe if Horace had been a better captain, they'd have stayed afloat." Noticing her own building tempo, she visible calms herself and quickly adds, "Look, I'll help in any way I can, but it seems like you're just chasing ghosts. Come back with something solid and we'll talk."
Nenne inclines her head in an attempt to interject without being rude. "Greetings, commander, I am Nenne Amharat. The giants my friend mentioned are natives of my homeland, the Feywild, though we did not arrive in Chult together. They were the ones to give us the name Artus Cimber. I believe they were summoned to this plane against their will, or are stranded and in search of a means home. It is possible he is responsible for bringing them here, or that he can help them return. All I know for certain is that they seemed determined to find him.
"His name may be unfamiliar to you," she continues, businesslike, "but would you know of anyone we can interview who might have heard of him? Or who has connections with the arcane community? These giants are not a threat if they are not attacked. We ourselves left an encounter with them without injury. I firmly believe the sooner we locate this Artus, the sooner the giants can be dealt with in a swift, effective, and potentially bloodless manner."
While Nenne is talking to Lyara Allister leans towards Funderburk and whispers "If you have any magic that enables you to see if someone is spying on this meeting please find out."
Funderburk, deciding it is best to stand, leans towards Allister and responds, "I shall see with what I have prepared at the moment..."
Funderburk, bringing out the new staff he had just bought, slams it on the ground, to which he begins to mutter an incantation. "Worry not about me friends. I am only making sure we are alone in this deep conversation." His hands once more begin to seep out blue wisps of magic clouds, now instead focusing on his staff.
Funderburk casts Detect Magic
Made you look.
"A bloodless solution would be for the best. The priest in Helm's temple is the only person I can recommend for anything involving arcane-" She stops and watches Funderburk in a mixture of wariness and surprise before saying to herself, "Oookay."
As per usual, your insight and whatnot can be found in discord.
"Who does this priest worship? Perhaps we visit them." Sthara also watches Funderburk work. "Also, you surely know of caves near your fort, even if you stay on the land. I would imagine that a capable company would want to know of such places to avoid unwholesome creatures from building a stronghold. Do you know of any? Filled with pirates or not?"
Not knowing what to make of the wizard, Liara keeps her eyes on him whole answering Sthara, "He follows Helm at the small temple here in the fort. He's a Chultan man, forgive me I can't pronounce his name. He's the only priest here though and shouldn't be hard to find. He does his best to fit into as many religious roles as hia faith will allow for..." It's plain for anyome to see that she has bery strong feelings about the wizard, though what that could be is anyone's guess as she makes no attempt to hide her scrunched up face at him. Her gaze falls to Sthara for the rest of her answer, "Flaming Fist directives don't currently involve the coastline, so I don't send patrols near them. Your guess is as good as mine as to where their cove might be."
Funderburk paying no heed to his friends, nor the strong look Liara gave him, he finishes the casting. Taking note of the two objects that were indeed magical. "No eyes see us. Other than Sthara's pearl pendant." He looks to the commander, "If I may interlude for a moment, where may we find this priest? That way we may be on our journey to further investigate this curse." From there he begins to move about the room pacing, back and forth. Thinking about the possible interference with the pirates along with the curse itself. As he does so, once more he begins to adjust the robes on him, attempting to rid the creases on his folds,
Made you look.
Allister gets up from his chair, puts his hands on the table and adresses everyone. "It looks like we can finish this conversation. We will meet the priest and see if we can learn more from him. After that we´ll get more provisions and be on our way. Thank you for your time, commander." Without another word he turns around and leaves. Once outside he looks for an alehouse or inn to get a mug of ale.
Clearing her throat at the antics of her companions, Nenne rises and offers a shallow bow to the commander. "We shall inform you if we uncover any actionable intelligence. Thank you for your" - she casts sidelong glances at the retreating Allister and the pacing Funderburk - "patience." She smiles politely and begins her egress.
"Come along, sir wizard," she calls over her shoulder, "lest you scuff your shoes."
With everyone beginning to leave, Funderburk calls out to Nenne, "I will be out in a moment. Just give me a moment to discuss with Liara for a bit. I will catch up with you all later, worry not about me."
From there, he looks to the commander and asks for a bit of her time. "While I was casting my spell, I noticed two magical objects within the room. One on Sthara, and one on yourself. May I ask what that magical object is? Or is that disclosed information?" Funderburk asks with a curious tone. Wondering what the object is and what it holds.
Made you look.
Behind narrowed eyes and a firm jaw, Liara says, "It's none of your concern. I believe you were leaving?" She motions for Funderburk to exit.
Allister is going to love this: There is no inn here. There is no tavern here. Only a barracks, a stable, provisioner, temple, a bazaar, and the building you just left. It's meant for soldiers. The shopkeepers and whatnot from the bazaar live in tents inside and outside the walls. If you want, you can narrate your frustration in finding any of this info out, but either way the fort isn't big and you'd find out very quickly.
If you hadn´t told me right away but through narration I would have done it, but now it feels a bit forced.
After the infuriating revelation that the fort has no inn Allister walks towards Eku and tells her brusquely " We leave soon. This place is wasting our time. We´ll search for the pirates at the bay ourselves. You wanna join us?" Taking a moment to calm down he continues "I know your obligation ends here but we´d appreciate your company during our search along the coast. Maybe we can find the cave Sthara´s friend told her about. It´s the only lead we have right now."
"We can make our way to and then up the coast and look for any inlets. would it be wise to see if there are boats available nearby? Perhaps there is a settlement nearby with fishermen who would help us if the coastline proves to be more cliff than sand."
Sthara kicks at some stones on the ground as she thinks of potential routes.
ooc: sorry guys. Very limited access while I'm at work
As we walk away from the meeting something occurs to Boosey. "Liara mentioned two Flaming Fist camps. Vengeance and righteous. Was Camp righteous not the camp mentioned by the merchant prince before we left the port? You know, the one next to the temple of the man with the crocodile on his back. I'm sorry we seem to have come to a dead end here, I was led to believe that she would have useful intelligence." He looks back down towards the stables. "Should we attempt to speak to the quartermaster, often the lower ranked soldiers can provide more interesting information than the Captains?" He looks back towards the temple, "Saying that, it's the priests on this island that seem to know more than the soldiers."
Nenne glances around, her mouth curling into a subtle smirk. "I may know little about Chult, but soldiers are the same everywhere," she says, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. "If there's a sword, there's bound to be swill. And gambling. And all sorts of prohibited things. But above all else, there is rumor. If the commander was a dead end as you say, then she either did not trust us enough to share her knowledge, or she is incompetent and oblivious to the realities of her own fort. I would wager on the former."
Her armor clinks as she folds her arms comfortably across her chest. "I say we visit the quartermaster. Of everyone on this base, he would be the most likely to trade in knowledge and secrets. At the very least, he can point us toward some liquor. Perhaps, too, we can learn more about our friend the wanderer, who referred us to him, and ask about Artus."
Eku nods to Allister as the others filter into the conversation. She waits politely for everyone else to finish before saying, "Your task is a noble one. I shall see you into the jungle once more if you would have me. I too would like to speak to this quartermaster. I need a few more arrows. to fill my quiver."
The earlier indicated quartermaster building is not far from the bazaar just south of the stables. A Chultan man can be seen sitting on a slice of a tree turned into a seat smoking a pipe, as the few of you talking about it look over that way. His attention appears to be turned towards a soldier on a horse over at the stable.
Funderburk begins the interaction, "Hello sir, may you be the quartermaster? We are looking for him in regards to our quest." When Funderburk says we, he sweeps his hands towards his friends. "We are on our journey investigating this 'Death Curse". What might say you? Can you help us?"
Made you look.
"Forgive my friend," Nenne says, deliberately interjecting herself before the conversation progresses, "he is forgetful. What we are truly interested in learning first is if you have any cats for sale."
The man turns a quizzical look to Funderburk then points to himself and says, "Aya, Jago be the quatamasta-" He stops, grinning wider with each word from the cleric. He stands and moves closer before answering in a low voice, "Are you friends of Artus? It is a happy day when he comes. Is he near?"