Jungle Deeps and Ocean Depths

[dave_o]

Smiling broadly, as well, Winter lets his eyes drag over the apparently magical gem for a moment. Seemingly distracted, he regards the dwarf. "Ah, yes, I am Winter. I'm afraid your familiarity with this place is quite a bit more than mine, so, please, choose a meeting place that you find suitable. I am available any time this evening."

At that, he turns, and begins to cooly regard the halflings about -- drumming his fingers on the hilt of his rapier absently.

 

[Velenne]

Whisper only shrugs and opens his mouth to answer her. His words are more of a halting, high-pitched croak than anything resembling flowing language,

"Your...from...Dale-lands too?" He smiles and taps his chest, "Home. Blessed...water?"

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"Well then Lord Winter, I shall meet you at the Rainbow Bird Inn for supper, and we shall discuss business," Master Goldfire says pleasently, suddenly frowning at Winter's drumming fingers. "I'd leave that at the Inn lad, this is a holy city for the most part, carrying weapons is a sign of disbelief in heaven's protection. It marks you as an 'ignorant savage.'"

*Whisper, Kibbi watches you closely and seems to catch your drift.*

"The blessed water? You want to know about it? Well, the saurials I've seen only mentioned it in passing. Though most of them went east, near the coast. They might have talked to one of the sages around here for advice; that's what I'd do if I were looking for something. There's a couple of learned types in the wizard's school, though they don't like outsiders too much. But there's an elf on the north side of the city who's fair wise; former adventurer that one. And a bit in the jungle is a wild dwarf sage. He's a bit on the strange side, no doubt, but he's never been wrong, even if he does talk in riddles,* she says cheerfully, "I'm glad to help a fellow Dalesman, there's so few of us here."

 

[Ankh-Morpork Guard]

"Well then Lord Winter, I shall meet you at the Rainbow Bird Inn for supper, and we shall discuss business," Master Goldfire says pleasently, suddenly frowning at Winter's drumming fingers. "I'd leave that at the Inn lad, this is a holy city for the most part, carrying weapons is a sign of disbelief in heaven's protection. It marks you as an 'ignorant savage.'"

Morrin overheard the Dwarf speaking and turned his head. Interesting custom, but it had good backing. After a moment, he spoke up in a calmed voice, "What of those of us who are charged with the protection itself? I do not mean to be rude, good sir...just curious of your customs."

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

Morrin overheard the Dwarf speaking and turned his head. Interesting custom, but it had good backing. After a moment, he spoke up in a calmed voice, "What of those of us who are charged with the protection itself? I do not mean to be rude, good sir...just curious of your customs."

*Ultharis Goldfire's face becomes a great deal more animated and intense as he looks over at you.*

"Do you follow Ubtao? Tharrd Harr calls you not either I'd say with confidence. This city is sacred to Ubtao, patron of Chult, and you are not one of their number. All the guards you see are blessed by the Father of the Dinosaurs, they know His will and are blessed with His favor. Their weapons know how and where to strike His enemies.

"You say you are charged with protection? Use your own body, that is what it's there for. You see my guards? Blessed by Tharrd Harr, grown up in Chult, they've learned to make their own bodies into weapons. Take out a sword or mace from foreign soil to strike at your enemies and ill things will happen. A blade can be cursed and turned to strike at the innocent when not imbued with heaven's favor, one's own body is reliable," he says vehemently. You've apparently struck something he believes in deeply.

 

[Ankh-Morpork Guard]

Morrin raised a hand in apology and bowed his head, "I meant no offense. I know of Ubtao and though the Lord of the Dead is my Power, I know to respect those who are the Power over other lands. I simply wished to know of your customs," he paused a moment, almost worriedly. Foreign people sometimes caught him off guard, and it was usually his own fault, "Is there an Inn?"

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*The dwarf tugs on his beard in exasperation.*

"Now you know our customs, and it is good you're quick to appologize, but also know this. I'm a merchant, not a gossip monger or a messenger. Inns are nearer to the warf," he says gruffly, calming down and pointing shortly to the warf area.

 

[WhatKu]

Idly listening to the two merchants, Halark takes a sip of his wine, then speaks to Dorcha "Once I acquire some more funds, I want to get a copy of Contact Other Plane . It will help me find this artifact, so I can get back to Waterdeep. Think the waitress will know anything about getting some work around here?"

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"It's possible," Dorcha replies, "Let me go ask."

*With that he walks up to the bar and converses with Crilly for a few moments. He talks briefly, nods back to you, then speaks for a few minutes more. Crilly frowns for a moment, nods, then takes out a scrap of parchment and a graphite stick and writes something on it, talking with Dorcha all the while. Giving her a small bow, he takes the parchment back to the table and sits down.*

"She says that several of the merchants wouldn't mind some help guarding their wares, particularly if the guards could help on a ship.

"One needs some help with a trade mission of a sort; he's going into the jungle to establish trade with some of the more far-flung tribes. He wants diplomats that speak Chultan as well as guards.

"As for a scroll... we could ask at the temple of Ubato, but she said that it wasn't likely they'd sell you anything; they'd consider that an insult. Perhaps for a favor, but not for gold.

"Oh and Crilly said that if we go into the jungle for any reason she'd pay well if we could coax some corollaxes to come back with us," he finishes, pointing at the bright red, orange, and yellow birds that are perched around the Inn.

 

[Erekose13]

*Undinar listens as the dwarf speaks to Winter and Morrin about weapons. While he likes the cities policies on weapons and their beliefs in the protection afforded those who dwell within the city, he hasnt found anywhere he might stow his trident. Perhaps I should get one of those bags I know my friend here has, they look handy. he thinks to himself.

When Morrin asks about the inn, he interjects, "Morrin, right, I remember you from our sea-travels. We are soon heading to an inn, the Rainbow Bird, recommended by these fine merchants here. Would you care to join us?"