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

[FitzTheRuke]

"I have heard of Orolunga, but if you are looking to go there, you are on the wrong side of the river." said Qawasha bluntly.

"Are we?" answered Artus Cimber in what appeared to be honest surprise. He looked at Dragonbait who gave no expression and admitted, "It is true that ww don't know precisely where to find Orolunga, but in truth we are on our current path in order to avoid Camp Righteous. That had been our plan until you arrived, then I decided that in your company we could afford to risk it."

He stood up and a cool breeze blew through the campsite, making it a comfortable temperature - the only time since the group had arrived in Chult. Artus continued, "I carry a burden that is desired by all the organizations in the land - a very powerful artefact that caused the effect that you discovered earlier. Everyone thinks they want it, but it would only cause destruction in their hands. If you are here to try and take it, I would like to know."

 

[Kobold Stew]

Miss Imogen exhales, pleased the initial contact has gone smoothly. But this latest revelation is substantial. "We have no united mission," she says plainly, "and I know nothing of the object of which you speak. You are responsible, then, for the ice that we saw?" She does not wait for an answer. "If your mission is so secret, you should be more discrete. We would not have pursued had it not been for that sign."

Miss Imogen has found that men do not always appreciate her advice, however right it may be. So she tempers it. "Or so I would suppose."

"Come then," she offers. "Master Dragonbait and I shall take the first watch. The rest of you, get comfortable. We shall decide our respective paths in the morning."

Meanwhile, her mind is racing. What is the artefact Cimber carries? She wants to see it, see it in use even. She wonders what her Uncle would advise. She suspects she knows full well.

 

[FitzTheRuke]

In answer to Miss Imogen's scolding, Artus Cimber said, "Well, it was better than being eaten, and given time, it will melt. It was very unlikely - strange even, that anyone should have come upon it."

Qawasha ventured, "It was the Chwinga that brought us together. They are known to 'play' with fate. It is fortuitous."

 

[Ancalagon]

Rodrigo spoke again.

"I, for one, would love being able to create a cool breeze in this heat... but this is not what we seek. Unless this artefact of yours is the Soulmonger that is... but my instincts tell me that it is not."

"Ending the death curse is our collective objective" he added, glancing sideways at Miss Imogen.

 

[Kobold Stew]

Miss Imogen does not challenge Rodrigo, or his dig at her. Correcting a colleague in front of strangers would be both insulting and unprofessional.

Instead, she smiles politely.

 

[gargoyleking]

Harb listened to the conversation with a hint of distaste on his lips. He was learning some interesting tidbits, but his companions tendency to speak over one another and let their tongues run freely rankled his secretive nature. They weren't yet sure of Artus Cimber's motives, yet they had told him of their mission.

And that admission of holding an artifact of great interest to multiple factions in the area... He had but one card to play.

"So it was you who beat us to the smuggler's dock... What are your intentions then?"

 

[EarlyBird]

"Wha-?!" the dwarf says looking up from checking his axe blade. He was listening just not overly good at pretending not to. "They do be the ones who took off across the bay, on the day I do almost drown?" he asks with a touch of accusation in his voice. "Well do ye?"

OOC: Before we put in for the night, and every night. If I haven't had Dellrak use his detect portal ability for the day he will meditate/pray. And if he happens to feel the pull of a portal he'll not its direction. Kind of what to play it as an ability he doesn't know he is using it is those otherworldly forces pushing at him.

 

[FitzTheRuke]

"I assure you, I do not know what you are talking about. I have held this artefact for many years - too many." sighed Artus Cimber, disappointed that the conversation had turned, "Are you trying to solve the death-curse, or treasure hunters, then? Though, I suppose you can be both."

 

[EarlyBird]

"It were told us, that the trinket would be a start to end'n the bloody curse." the dwarf says folding his arms. "Were ye be'n at dem docks or no?"

 

[FitzTheRuke]

"No, I was not." replied Artus Cimber, exasperated. "But solving this Death Curse is a noble goal, and I will aid you if I can. Let us get our rest, and we shall make for Camp Righteous in the morning."

Dragonbait and Miss Imogen took the first watch, and the tense but otherwise amiable allies rested uninterrupted until morning. The sounds of the jungle continued all night, only changing as various creatures began or ended their activity cycle. It was nerve-testing to be on watch, and perhaps worse to not. In the end, all were glad to pack up the small campsite just after dawn and return to the canoes.

"You have seven in a six-man canoe, though Kupalue is very small." commented Artus as the canoes were dragged down to the river, "Ours holds three comfortably. If one of you would like to accompany us in ours, that would be fine."