D&D 5E (IC) Fitz's Folly

[Kobold Stew]

Miss Imogen steps into the clearing, shouldering her bow and holding her arms out.

"I trust you've had a good supper?" she asks. "We saw your canoe and then your smoke trail." She doesn't mean it to sound like an accusation of sloppiness, but perhaps that is inevitable. "And we wanted to see if you were alright. Friends are far between in this jungle, and we'd be happy to find some more."

OOC: Persuasion. [roll0]. If it's with advantage (helped by her smiling colleagues behind her?), then the better of that and [roll1].

 

[Ancalagon]

Rodrigo stepped forward, although staying a little back Miss Imogen. He kept his hands open and in plain view. It was important that the travelers see that they were armed, but meant no harm. The man seemed to have a bluish tint to his skin... was it a trick of the light, or was it related to the frozen dinosaur? No need to trigger frost sorceries...

 

[Fradak]

Chrysagon took position beside Miss Imogen. He planted his shield (with the Kelemvor symbol carved on it) in the ground and leaned on it without saying anything.

 

[FitzTheRuke]

A gust of cold air blew through the campsite as the two campers instinctively went for their weapons. Neither of them drew them, however, and the human held up a hand to the other as he rose to his feet. "Yes, perhaps the fire was unwise. We all have our off days." the human said without introduction. He sized up the new arrivals cautiously as the group grew in size. "What brings you to the jungles of Chult, fellow explorers?"

The green-skinned creature's eyes were narrow slits as he carefully watched for ambushers, and he gave off the slight scent of a freshly-cooked ham.

 

[Kobold Stew]

"We were travelling upriver when we were... distracted. First your boat, and then the creature encased in ice..."

Truth be told, she was pleased they had instinctively reached for weapons. Weapons she recognized; she had feared they were pursuing some kind of powerful sorcerors.

"If we be friends, you may call me Miss Imogen."

She still does not reach for her bow, and she does not break eye contact with the human that spoke.

 

[FitzTheRuke]

The human sighed, resolved to the consequences of his pronouncement, "I am Artus Cimber, though I suspect you may know that already. My Saurial companion, who you may not know, is called Dragonbait, or so I have heard. He does not speak, at least not as we understand it. I will just come out with it: Have you been sent to find me?"

 

[Ancalagon]

Rodrigo blinked at the cold gust, and blinked again at the name. Wasn't that someone Harb was looking for?

Not trusting himself to answer, he hoped that Miss Imogen would circle the issue.. .

 

[EarlyBird]

Coming out of the foliage the dwarf sniffed the air. "Mmmm, we find a roasted pi..." he starts to say and then sees where the smell is coming from. "By the Essyllis!" he exclaims seeing the Saurial, spreading his feet apart and holding his axe in two hands.

He stops looking at the others. "Why ain't we cravin' that one up fir dinner?" he asks, gesturing towards Dragonbait. "Did ye not notice how guid he smells."

 

[Ancalagon]

Rodrigo let out a strained laugh

"haha, ah, eh, ah yes, ah, dwarven humor, takes a while to get used to doesn't it? Have no fear we are well provisioned!"

"So... frozen dinosaur, was that you?" he added, eager to change the subject.

 

[gargoyleking]

Harb stepped out last, seeing as the others had preempted him and even struck initial introductions. He noticed a few particular details of note about the man and gave him a smile as he nodded in response to the question. "Well, I have been, at least. 'Soggy' said you owe him money. Though there is also the matter of Ms. Silvane which I would like to discuss with you as well."