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Of Jungle Deeps and Ocean Depths

"Thank you once again, Vi-Tach. You do us too much honor. Come everyone, let us enjoy ourselves you have all earned it after that harrowing battle. May the gods care for the fallen." Undinar says graciously.
 

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"Maybe a feast will help us get over the grief of fallen comrade," Tiana says. "So, can any of you boys dance?" she asks with a grin.
 

"If you wanna have fun, me beauty, here is your man!" Mad Harry says as he jumps up to Tiana's request. He's not really that good at dancing, he moves a little too much and isn't steady in his guidance, but at least he doesn't step on her feet, and his mischievous glance never leaves her brown eyes, his flashy smile is all for her, wanting her to feel charming and wonderful tonight.
"I'm sorry if I'm not a good partner fo' you. Maybe you should give me some lessons."
 

Mourn sits slightly apart from the group, saddened by Doran's death. He broods over the day's events, casting a mistrustful look in Invelion's direction.

What a day. He thinks. Sensing his master's gloomy mood, Thorik curls up on Mourn's lap, trying to comfort his friend. A death, four join our group, and one of them seeks the spring. Reason for good cheer, or should we worry about Harry's intentions? Do they match with our own? Can these grippli be trusted?

And just what kind of food do they eat?
He looks up sharply, trying to see what is being prepared. If insects of any kind are involved, he'll do his best to quietly excuse himself from the feast...
 

"Just do as I say and I'll make you the best dancing sailor of the Chultan jungles," Tiana speaks to Harry's ear as they dance. "And don't worry, you're doing just fine. Believe me, I've had far worse dancing partners."

*Tiana seizes the opportunity to dance as much as she can during the feast. It is clear to everyone, that she really enjoys dancing, but the loss of Doran still never fully escapes her mind.*
 

Rappai, Grippli Cleric/Divine Oracle (Jarrijan, Grippli Monk)

*Rappai joined in the celebration only briefly and as necessary, preferring to prepare herself for the journey ahead. She spent several hours in meditation and invoked some divinations on the coming journey ahead.*


OOC: Mostly Scrying familiar creatures along the initial path of the journey (anyone that she was aware of). Rappai will also use a Divination (How can the journey to the sping be made easier? or something similar to that) if it is okay to drop a spell and pray for the Divination (since she didn't have it memorized for that day).
 

*The gripplis bring down a wide variety of exotic foods. Several fruits cut to resemble flowers, as well as some flowers that look like fruits, and some flowers that are just flowers, but edible. Insects fried in honey seem to be a delicacy, though Mourn gives them a very wide berth. Plenty of different varieties of mushrooms are available as well, from dark red shelf fungus to white puffballs. There are also a wide variety of fruit juices in woven leaf cups, from something that tastes very much like strawberries, to mango, sweet lemons, and something blue but very sweet. And strangely enough the edible flowers that look like little rosebuds are rather savory, even nutty.*

*The grippli provide entertainment in the form of complex rhythms played on drums, along with high-pitched flute music. Harry manages to avoid stepping on Tiana's feet too much, and they whirl and whirl in time to the music.*

*In Rappai's scrying, she notes the great tyranasaurus rex Killhaven is on the move again. It looks like he's moved his hunting grounds right across the route the party needs to take, so you're going to have to look out for him. The Slashvine tribe of wild dwarves lies along your route as well, though closer to the grippli and out of Killhaven's range. They're a bit beligerant, and the party may have to bribe them to get them to allow to pass peacefully.*

*However, when the seer tries to divine the passage to the lake, she can see in her minds eye her vision drawing her all the way to the lake and into it, brushing past the dangers of the path as if they were insignificant.*

In the Heart of the Ocean lies the start of World's Ending, Is-aycha's voice rings through your head. You see yourself plunge into waters of the lake, and go down deeper and deeper than any lake has the right to be. And there you see something... some kind of creature or force or magic of monstrous power, coiled about the spring in the Heart of the Ocean.
 

Mourn settles down with a handful of the nutty rosebuds flowers, feeling a little happier than before. The music is buoying his spirits, and his gloom over Doran's death is starting to clear at the thought of the human being happy with what lies beyond.

Thorik squeaks questioningly at Mourn, offering him a half-eaten honey-fried insect. Mourn shakes his head, pulling a disgusted face to entertain the weasel. Thorik makes a chuckling sound, his near-transparent body rippling with amusement.
 

Undinar seems to relax quite a bit with the festivities in full swing. He eats mostly fruit, enjoying the mangoes very much. He stays away from the dance, watching his friends having fun.
 

Rappai, Grippli Cleric/Divine Oracle (Jarrijan, Grippli Monk)

Not wanting to interrupt the celebrations, Rappai decided to wait until morning to inform those she would be traveling with of what she had learned. She dismissed Jarrijan (who had been watching over her as she was scrying and working her magics), letting him know that she would be retiring for the night to dream on the words Is-aycha had given her.

Jarrijan nodded and departed, heading to the party as it was winding done. Once he arrived, he spent time with a favorite female grippli of his, enjoying his time much as anyone else at the celebration.
 

Into the Woods

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