You appear in a tropical city under the blazing sun. The familiar sounds of a harbor --- creaking ropes, slapping waves, heavy barrels rolling across cobblestones --- mingle with the voices shouting and cursing in an unfamiliar language filled with clicks, inhallations, and singsongy words that make it sound almost musical. The aroma of unfamiliar spices and tropical fruit mixes with the wharfside smells of fish, tar, and canvas.
Beyond all that, Port Nyanzaru in an explosion of color. Buildings are painted in bright shades of blue, green, orange, and salmon pink, or their walls are adorned with murals portraying giant reptiles and mythical heroes. Every building sports baskets and clay urns of colorful flowers or is draped in leafy, flowering vines. Minstrels in bright clothing adorned with feathers and shells perform on street corners. Multicolored pennants and sun awnings atop the city walls. A crowd of children dressed in feathered hats races past you, squealing in delighted terror as a street performer costumed as a big-toothed lizard stomps and roars behind them. The whole city seems to be bustling, sweating, laughing, swearing, and singing.
Timber spots a female tabaxi, and heads over to her, giving her a hug, the tabaxi smile, and returns the hug
"Five Timbers! It's good to see you! Where's wind in the willows?"
"Good to see you two mom" timber says, a little embarrassed "She's..... Hurt, she was tortured by pirates, she wanted to come, but I told her to stay back"
"you must be freind" she says, doing a small curtsy "my name is daylight moon, though you can call me moon. Thank you for coming so quickly, the death curse has taken it's toll on everyone, you must stop it"
"My contacts in the Harpers have learned that the cause of the death curse is a necromantic artifact called the Soulmonger. According to their sources, the Soulmonger is somewhere in Chult."
She continues "Chult is a peninsula ringed with mountains and choked with rain forests. Enormous reptiles, hostile goblins, and an army of undead prowl its jungles and ruins. Mapping the place has always been nigh impos- sible, and nothing is known about the region's current geography beyond a few miles from the coast."
"Working from dozens of sea charts, log books, and explorers' journals, I assembled everything known about the current state of Chult into one map. I'll provide it to you when we get to my place of residence "
"Welcome to Port Nyanzaru" timber says, grinning, as you walk along the streets and alleys, a parot takes a moment to relieve itself... On sylvans head
"Welcome to Port Nyanzaru" timber says, grinning, as you walk along the streets and alleys, a parot takes a moment to relieve itself... On sylvans head
“Not even going to process that”
*just so you know, Sylvan has a passive perception of 14*
"Welcome to Port Nyanzaru" timber says, grinning, as you walk along the streets and alleys, a parot takes a moment to relieve itself... On sylvans head
“Not even going to process that”
*just so you know, Sylvan has a passive perception of 14*
"Welcome to Port Nyanzaru" timber says, grinning, as you walk along the streets and alleys, a parot takes a moment to relieve itself... On sylvans head
“Not even going to process that”
*just so you know, Sylvan has a passive perception of 14*
"Welcome to Port Nyanzaru" timber says, grinning, as you walk along the streets and alleys, a parot takes a moment to relieve itself... On sylvans head
“Not even going to process that”
*just so you know, Sylvan has a passive perception of 14*
*Cool, but the parrot poops on his head*
Timber laughs, "got to be careful walking around"
*The thing in quotes is what Sylvan said, and I told you my passive perception beacause this place seems like a place for thieves*
"Welcome to Port Nyanzaru" timber says, grinning, as you walk along the streets and alleys, a parot takes a moment to relieve itself... On sylvans head
“Not even going to process that”
*just so you know, Sylvan has a passive perception of 14*
"Welcome to Port Nyanzaru" timber says, grinning, as you walk along the streets and alleys, a parot takes a moment to relieve itself... On sylvans head
“Not even going to process that”
*just so you know, Sylvan has a passive perception of 14*
"Welcome to Port Nyanzaru" timber says, grinning, as you walk along the streets and alleys, a parot takes a moment to relieve itself... On sylvans head
“Not even going to process that”
*just so you know, Sylvan has a passive perception of 14*
*Cool, but the parrot poops on his head*
Timber laughs, "got to be careful walking around"
Friend snickers at this
Sylvan looks at friend with annoyed expression.
Let’s just get on this ship. Wait. Where’s Avery?“
Alrighty guys, I'm not going to start this until after the holidays, but you can start making a level one character for this campaign
I say that and imedeietly start it, combat won't start untill after the holidays, I left my books at home
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
testing testing one two
MY INFO
~casually lvl1ing friend~
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
You appear in a tropical city under the blazing sun. The familiar sounds of a harbor --- creaking ropes, slapping waves, heavy barrels rolling across cobblestones --- mingle with the voices shouting and cursing in an unfamiliar language filled with clicks, inhallations, and singsongy words that make it sound almost musical. The aroma of unfamiliar spices and tropical fruit mixes with the wharfside smells of fish, tar, and canvas.
Beyond all that, Port Nyanzaru in an explosion of color. Buildings are painted in bright shades of blue, green, orange, and salmon pink, or their walls are adorned with murals portraying giant reptiles and mythical heroes. Every building sports baskets and clay urns of colorful flowers or is draped in leafy, flowering vines. Minstrels in bright clothing adorned with feathers and shells perform on street corners. Multicolored pennants and sun awnings atop the city walls. A crowd of children dressed in feathered hats races past you, squealing in delighted terror as a street performer costumed as a big-toothed lizard stomps and roars behind them. The whole city seems to be bustling, sweating, laughing, swearing, and singing.
Timber spots a female tabaxi, and heads over to her, giving her a hug, the tabaxi smile, and returns the hug
"Five Timbers! It's good to see you! Where's wind in the willows?"
"Good to see you two mom" timber says, a little embarrassed "She's..... Hurt, she was tortured by pirates, she wanted to come, but I told her to stay back"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Friend walks up behind Timber “Hello timber’s mom” :]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"you must be freind" she says, doing a small curtsy "my name is daylight moon, though you can call me moon. Thank you for coming so quickly, the death curse has taken it's toll on everyone, you must stop it"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"My contacts in the Harpers have learned that the cause of the death curse is a necromantic artifact called the Soulmonger. According to their sources, the Soulmonger is somewhere in Chult."
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
She continues "Chult is a peninsula ringed with mountains and choked with rain forests. Enormous reptiles, hostile goblins, and an army of undead prowl its jungles and ruins. Mapping the place has always been nigh impos- sible, and nothing is known about the region's current geography beyond a few miles from the coast."
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"Working from dozens of sea charts, log books, and explorers' journals, I assembled everything known about the current state of Chult into one map. I'll provide it to you when we get to my place of residence "
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
[[ why do I get boss vibes from moon ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
“So this is your home town,” said Sylvan, “Nice”
MY INFO
*Idk, I'm just using what the book provides, she's also sick, death curse*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Secret rolls, no peeking
16
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Bit more secret rolls
18
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"Welcome to Port Nyanzaru" timber says, grinning, as you walk along the streets and alleys, a parot takes a moment to relieve itself... On sylvans head
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
“Not even going to process that”
*just so you know, Sylvan has a passive perception of 14*
MY INFO
*Cool, but the parrot poops on his head*
Timber laughs, "got to be careful walking around"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Friend snickers at this
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
*The thing in quotes is what Sylvan said, and I told you my passive perception beacause this place seems like a place for thieves*
MY INFO
Sylvan looks at friend with annoyed expression.
Let’s just get on this ship. Wait. Where’s Avery?“
MY INFO