D&D 5E (IC) Fitz's Folly
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Ancalagon
Dusty Dragon
Rodrigo was busy trying to refuse the offer of petty coins and "valuable" objects from the sandal maker's relatives, when he caugh the child's mother's expression and looked behind him. Falling silent, he observed the exchange. Looking at the mother again, he added in a low, somewhat hoarse voice "I think that will do", awkwardly tipped his hat and left with his companions.
FitzTheRuke
Legend
The group left the sandal maker's shop behind and moved onto the bustling walkways of the Old City. It was strange to see so many people coming and going with no knowledge of the zombies and crazed wizards that had only been a few hundred yards away. Eventually, they made their way through the city gates and along the high road past the Grand Souk, to the Market Ward where they climbed the steep streets of Mount Sibasa to the home of Alastar Bol.
The overweight paladin is so thrilled to see that they have returned with Derio that he hauls himself from his pillowed seat to embrace the man. "I am heartily glad to see you alive, my friend. Please feel free to use the copper bath. I will have your clothes sent for."
He then turned to the group, "Thank you all for your service! Come, have water, wine, or both. I am entertaining guests - Allow me to present the famous world traveller, Volothamp Geddarm. He may be a useful resource to you."
A bearded gentleman with a broad smile nodded to the adventurers from his seat near the window.
Bol continued, "And newly arrived by ship from Baldur's Gate, my friend, Undril Silvertusk, priestess of Torm. She is very interested to accompany you on that expedition we spoke of."
A serious-looking half-orc woman smiled with pointed lower teeth and said somewhat ashamedly, "I was told that I would be able to reach Camp Righteous by horse." (at which point Volo broke out into laughter), "Clearly I was misinformed. This jungle is much more formidable than I was led to believe."
The overweight paladin is so thrilled to see that they have returned with Derio that he hauls himself from his pillowed seat to embrace the man. "I am heartily glad to see you alive, my friend. Please feel free to use the copper bath. I will have your clothes sent for."
He then turned to the group, "Thank you all for your service! Come, have water, wine, or both. I am entertaining guests - Allow me to present the famous world traveller, Volothamp Geddarm. He may be a useful resource to you."
A bearded gentleman with a broad smile nodded to the adventurers from his seat near the window.
Bol continued, "And newly arrived by ship from Baldur's Gate, my friend, Undril Silvertusk, priestess of Torm. She is very interested to accompany you on that expedition we spoke of."
A serious-looking half-orc woman smiled with pointed lower teeth and said somewhat ashamedly, "I was told that I would be able to reach Camp Righteous by horse." (at which point Volo broke out into laughter), "Clearly I was misinformed. This jungle is much more formidable than I was led to believe."
Dellrak partakes of the refreshments and eyes the new folk with a cautious eye. The dwarf is not one to speak, especially to strangers, as there always seems to be a misunderstanding or some miscommunication that ends up turning into an argument.
"Seems I be remember'n us needing ta finds a guide, fore we headed into these wild lands." he comments into one of his cups.
"Seems I be remember'n us needing ta finds a guide, fore we headed into these wild lands." he comments into one of his cups.
FitzTheRuke
Legend
"Indeed, worthy Dellrak, a guide you will need." ventured Volo, "I have many in my acquaintance, and I'd be happy to suggest one. I have used their services myself to venture forth into these very jungles, preparing notes as I researched my latest book.
Speaking of which, you may yourself benefit from a copy of Volo's Guide to Monsters. In it, I have put forth truths like the deep and ancient secrets whispered into my ears by the guardian spirits of the hidden tombs of fallen archmages, now dust. Yes, in my tome, I set forth details, never before gathered with such coherence in one place, of the creatures varied and strange that it pleases humans and most other civilized races to deem as “monsters.”
I cannot recommend the essential lore contained in my new volume highly enough, and cry it to be “life-savingly necessary” to every adventurer and wayfarer in the jungles, be they treasure-seeker, soldier, or traveller seeking shelter in a cavern from hungry undead or the claws of predatory beasts. Should you find it within yourself to complain that this or that entry is lacking in veracity or comprehensive completeness, let it be known that I, Volo, took no shortcuts, and stinted not in the depth of my probings or the courting of discomforts in gathering the most extensive and authoritative lore possible. At great personal risk, might I add!
It is only my humble generosity that allows me to part with a potentially life-saving copy at the meagre cost of only fifty gold pieces."
Speaking of which, you may yourself benefit from a copy of Volo's Guide to Monsters. In it, I have put forth truths like the deep and ancient secrets whispered into my ears by the guardian spirits of the hidden tombs of fallen archmages, now dust. Yes, in my tome, I set forth details, never before gathered with such coherence in one place, of the creatures varied and strange that it pleases humans and most other civilized races to deem as “monsters.”
I cannot recommend the essential lore contained in my new volume highly enough, and cry it to be “life-savingly necessary” to every adventurer and wayfarer in the jungles, be they treasure-seeker, soldier, or traveller seeking shelter in a cavern from hungry undead or the claws of predatory beasts. Should you find it within yourself to complain that this or that entry is lacking in veracity or comprehensive completeness, let it be known that I, Volo, took no shortcuts, and stinted not in the depth of my probings or the courting of discomforts in gathering the most extensive and authoritative lore possible. At great personal risk, might I add!
It is only my humble generosity that allows me to part with a potentially life-saving copy at the meagre cost of only fifty gold pieces."
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Though she needed a proper scouring, from her point of view, that could wait until the welcome had been properly received from the old paladin. Miss Imogen had begun to greet Mr. Geddarm, and had introduced herself in a way of which Miss Prim would have approved. Treating his guest well would serve them well. She lost interest completely, however, on learning that he was a salesman. Or if not that, an academic, which was worse. "How wonderful that you have been published!" she exclaimed with enthusiasm before turning to the second guest.
As she began to speak with Undril Silvertusk, she wondered to herself if perhaps her deference to the man had betrayed some inner hierarchy, in her instinctual sense of worth. She introduced herself to Undril, and sought to get a sense of her as a person. Was this someone she could trust?
As she began to speak with Undril Silvertusk, she wondered to herself if perhaps her deference to the man had betrayed some inner hierarchy, in her instinctual sense of worth. She introduced herself to Undril, and sought to get a sense of her as a person. Was this someone she could trust?
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FitzTheRuke
Legend
"Indeed I have, young miss." replied Volo enthusiastically to Imogen just before she turned away, Many times, in fact. This is but the latest (and greatest) in my many publications.
He began to pull a copy out of his satchel and by the time he had done so, Miss Imogen was in conversation with Undril. Undaunted, he turned to Dellrak to continue his pitch while doing his best to include the others.
Miss Imogen quickly learned that the priestess was friendly, if somewhat taciturn. She was also distracted. She had arrive by ship that morning and had already found that everything was harder in Chult than she had been led to believe. She had not expected it to be easy - she was no fool, but he whole morning had gone wrong. To make matters worse, Alastar Bol had just informed her that her intended destination, Camp Righteous, had been out of contact and that Squire Perne, who she knew well, had gone there and not returned.
"I had vowed to join the efforts there," she told Imogen, speaking of Camp Righteous, "And I have a packet of dispatches to deliver to Commander Breakbone, as well as a number of letters for his men."
He began to pull a copy out of his satchel and by the time he had done so, Miss Imogen was in conversation with Undril. Undaunted, he turned to Dellrak to continue his pitch while doing his best to include the others.
Miss Imogen quickly learned that the priestess was friendly, if somewhat taciturn. She was also distracted. She had arrive by ship that morning and had already found that everything was harder in Chult than she had been led to believe. She had not expected it to be easy - she was no fool, but he whole morning had gone wrong. To make matters worse, Alastar Bol had just informed her that her intended destination, Camp Righteous, had been out of contact and that Squire Perne, who she knew well, had gone there and not returned.
"I had vowed to join the efforts there," she told Imogen, speaking of Camp Righteous, "And I have a packet of dispatches to deliver to Commander Breakbone, as well as a number of letters for his men."
Ancalagon
Dusty Dragon
Rodrigo's eyebrow rose. Two could play at this game.
"50 gold piece, to adventurers that have but a few silvers to their names? Surely you jest good sir, you jest! Imagine that - heroes back from slaying foul zombies and crazed wizards - penniless wizards - heroes who are attempting to preserve the Realm from a curse most foul, and you, most educated sir, come along with life saving information like an angel from upon high, information vital to our the safety of every living soul on this blessed land... but you would deny it but for lack of funds! Ha! Imagine the scandal! Volo, turning away in the hour of need. Volo, risking us all to line his purse! No, sir, I cannot believe it. It is but a little prank, a joke to liven the day"
Turning to Alastar Bol he added "I must commend you on your guest Ser Bol, his wit is, ah, golden".
"50 gold piece, to adventurers that have but a few silvers to their names? Surely you jest good sir, you jest! Imagine that - heroes back from slaying foul zombies and crazed wizards - penniless wizards - heroes who are attempting to preserve the Realm from a curse most foul, and you, most educated sir, come along with life saving information like an angel from upon high, information vital to our the safety of every living soul on this blessed land... but you would deny it but for lack of funds! Ha! Imagine the scandal! Volo, turning away in the hour of need. Volo, risking us all to line his purse! No, sir, I cannot believe it. It is but a little prank, a joke to liven the day"
Turning to Alastar Bol he added "I must commend you on your guest Ser Bol, his wit is, ah, golden".
FitzTheRuke
Legend
Alastar Bol appeared ashamed of himself and had to concede that Rodrigo was right. Volo, on the other hand, prepared to launch into a well-designed counter argument. He was interupted by Bol, who offered to buy the group a copy as a gift for having successfully rescued Derio.
"As a gesture of my extreme good faith, I shall sign the copy at no extra charge." offered Volo magnanimously. "Do you have a Company name for the inscription? I understand you have only travelled together for a short while."
"As a gesture of my extreme good faith, I shall sign the copy at no extra charge." offered Volo magnanimously. "Do you have a Company name for the inscription? I understand you have only travelled together for a short while."
Miss Imogen listens to the half-orc. In spite of herself, she stares at the tusks. She knows she shouldn't, but despite her training, she is still young an inexperienced of many aspects of the world.
There were no half-orcs at Miss Prim's School. Naturally.
"My companions and I have plans to visit Camp Righteous ourselves," she volunteers to the kind woman before her, when the moment seems opportune. "I should be happy to carry the letters for you, and save you the journey. They would be very safe, and you could remain within the comforts of the city."
She looks to gauge the woman's reaction.
"Or I could ask if they would be content for you to accompany us, though I must admit that Master Dellrak will probably insist that you pay for your share fully."
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