NOW LIVE! Today's the day you meet your new best friend. You don’t have to leave Wolfy behind... In 'Pets & Sidekicks' your companions level up with you!

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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Isida Kep'Tukari" data-source="post: 1482914" data-attributes="member: 4441">*Those that need to get or do anything I assume can do so within an hour or two.  Your rooms at the Rainbow Bird Inn and Silver Fin boarding house are emptied, and your supplies loaded onto the anklies.  You don't need to carry anything more than your weapons if you desire.  Jalaro climbs on top of Lightfoot, the lead ankly, and forms a small parade going out into the jungles. **After no more than a few dozen steps, the jungle swallows you up.  It is impossible to tell that the largest city in Chult is so close.  The smell of water, rotting and fresh vegetation, strange perfumes, and other things crowd the air, and the sun is filtered through the green canopy above.  The calls of birds, beasts, and insects fill your ears as you travel on the path.  There is not as much undergrowth as one would expect... but then again the largest trees have canopies so thick that little direct sunlight can filter down.  Wherever there is a break though, there is profuse growth of vines, brush, and young trees.**This forest teems with life, much of which becomes apparent fairly readily.  Insects begin to swarm as the sultry temperatures cause most to sweat.  Jalaro hands out tins of salve to rub on the skin, which seems to discourage the pests.  She and the anklies seem singularly unaffected by the bugs.  Perhaps their scaly skin is too much of a deterant.**A late afternoon thunderstorm, entirely typical, drenches the party.  Raincapes are available, though Jalaro lets the rain cool her for a minute or two before covering herself.  As the cloudburst ends, your guide begins casting about for a camping place, and finally marks one where a brace of fallen trees provide a naturally defensible "wall" to put one's back against.  Directing the anklies in there with a few muttered words, they stand docily as she pulls the tents from their backs.  Curiously for such huge plant-eaters as these are, and considering how much fodder a simple horse or cow eats, you haven't seem them eat or drink all day.*</blockquote>

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