Tomb of Annihilation IC thread

FrontLine MeatShield

Explorer
Epic
Setting the stage:

A death curse has befallen everyone who's been raised from the dead! Its victims are rotting away, and all efforts to reverse the decay have failed.

The souls of the dead are being stolen one by one and trapped inside a necromantic artifact. Only its destruction will free the trapped spirits and allow the dead to be raised once more.

All paths lead to Chult, a mysterious land of volcanoes, jungles, and the ruins of fallen kingdoms. Below them all awaits a deadly tomb. The trap is set. Will you take the bait?

-- rear cover Tomb of Annihilation

So the rumors hold truth and the wise and wizened have gathered to fight this new threat. The Council of the the Sword Coast, a recently young group made up of former adventurers, and representatives of other organizations (like the Harpers and Lord's Alliance) have been tasked to stop the death curse. From their past experiences it is believed that a small group working together should have little trouble on such a quest. And that is how this group - (consisting of Lizzy Hale, Enanthil of Vesve, Braiden Masterson, and Kargadan "The Rhino") found themselves taking a boat from Baldur's Gate to Port Nyanzaru.

The trip was uneventful until the pulled into the Bay of Chult and were greeted by a very large dragon turtle. There the captain paid the beast its tribute and the ship was allowed to pass unmolested. After safely reaching the harbor ward of the city they set out to follow the few instructions they were given. One - finding lodging and make your arrival know to The Merchant Prince's of Chult, and Two - await further instructions from your contact in Chult, the archmage Syndra Silvane.

Everything has gone very smoothly, although it seems to be taking a very long time for your contact to summon you. It could be the weather though. The oven like air followed by the daily downpours have made your first couple days in Chult miserable. The group has spent almost a tenday in the city when a missive finally arrives.

OOG: And we will start there.

LINKS:
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FrontLine MeatShield

Explorer
Epic
The day dawned cool and bright, the cloudless sky hinting at the heat to come, but you hope to be indoors and sipping tej before the worst of the day's heat beats down on the cobblestoned streets. A messenger came last night bearing an invitation for your group to dine at the noon hour at one of the Merchant Prince's villas. It also mentioned that it is then that introductions will be made between you and the archmage Syandra Silvane. The mysterious figure who petition the Sword Coast Council for skilled people to take part in an expedition to find the root cause of the Death Curse.

The villa -located on Temple Hill(in the Merchant Ward), is home to Wakanga O'Tamu and said to be the most splendid of all the Merchant Prince's abodes. Winding your way through the colorful streets, you notice even more color being added to the décor as men hang bright red and yellow streamers to mark the path of tomorrow's Dinosaur Races. Following the directions you were given you stand before the Temple of Sarvas and can't help but notice the grandiose home to your right, which is your destination.

The courtyard is walled off and guarded, but your invitation allows you to pass unmolested. Once inside the creaking of a water wheel and the burbling of a fountain greet your ears, and a cool breeze brushes your face. Two servants dressed in cool white silks bow and ask the group to follow them.

Inside the building your boots clack of the red and white tiled floor, and you notice a blurry reflection of yourselves reflected off the polished wood paneled walls. You are led to a side room also paneled in dark wood, a fireplace burning in the corner. Comfortable chairs, and a heavy table bearing platters of fruit, meats, cheese, goblets, and bottles of wine takes up the far wall. and the entire room is hung with maps and sea charts, while racks, shelves, and cabinets hold hundreds of more rolled-up maps and charts.

A middle-aged Chultan in traveling garb stands over a map laid out on a counter while another person is seated in an overstuffed chair near the fire. You can't discern their gender, because only the person's head emerges from under a heavy blanket draped over the chair, and an embroidered hood and silver mask conceal the wearer's face. "Greetings," they say in a raspy voice through the porcelain mask. "Please help yourselves to the wine and food."

cough cough

Even the voice gives you no clue to the gender of your host, because of the soft gravel-ness in it. "O'Tamu will join us shortly friends. I hope I may call you that."

Currently in the room:
  • Lizzy Hale
  • Enanthil
  • Rhino
  • Braiden
  • Obah
  • Syandra

In the villa and on their way:
  • Wakanga O'Tamu NPC
  • Amitiel PC
 
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Steve Gorak

Adventurer
Enanthil lingers on front of the maps. Some were of better craftsmanship than others, but all were nicely put together and elegant. He pushed aside a desire to get out his own map making equipment to make copies of hose own, but that would be in poor taste and could alienate his host.

You certainly may call us friends, but only if we can reciprocate!” He says in jest. He grabs a gobelet and pours some wine for himself, his new masked friend as well as his companion. Doing so he spills a few drop on the tablecloth, a faux pas he is quick to recover from using the Elven magics he learned as a child.

OOC: cast prestigitation to clean the table cloth
 

FitzTheRuke

Legend
Seeing the newcomer's interest in the map, the middle-aged Chultan stepped aside to give the elf a better view, saying, "I see that you have an eye, as I do, for a thing of beauty such as this map. One of the prince's finest, indeed it is. Only a few details are off, and much is left unknown, but such is life. The craftsmanship is exquisite, and most likely many died in its surveying. I am Obah Jideofor, and I am glad to meet you."

As he was speaking, a tiny man-shaped creature wearing a long, colourful face-mask and little straw hat climbed out of his pocket and danced across the table. It dipped a little hand with long fingers into someone's goblet and then shook it, spraying drops on the map.

Obah quickly grabbed the little man, whispering, "Tookah! Behave!" and he wiped the drops off the map with a hand-cloth while tucking the little man back in his pocket.
 

Steve Gorak

Adventurer
We’ll met Obah, I am Enanthil. And indeed, this one is magnificent.”he was pointing at a large ornate map when he was suddenly distracted by the little man on the table. Enanthil stares at it, waves his fingers to summon more magics and asks with a delighted smile “Who or what is that?”

OOC: cast prestigitation again to clean the wine stains!
 

Leatherhead

Possibly a Idiot.
"Thank you, friend." A large one-horned tiefling replies to masked figure. Making his way to the table, he immediately finds himself enthralled with the display of foods. As the saying goes, one of the best ways to learn about people was through their stomach. After a moment of taking in the colors and smells of the display, he settles for a starting sampler of goat cheese and a juicy yellow fruit wedge.

"They call me Rhino." He says as he returns to sit across from the masked figure. "May I ask who you are?"
 

FrontLine MeatShield

Explorer
Epic
By the short pause and posture Rhino can almost tell that the masked figure is blushing although he can't see it outright. They raise a long gloved hand to their face, as if to hide behind it, forgetting that they are masked. "Oh my," a sharp gasp escapes their breath. "I am sorry I was going to wait for O'Tamu to make introductions. He read the letter with your descriptions so knows..." They stop and seem to gather themselves physically. "I am sorry friend Rhino. My name is Syndra Silvane. and you are here to save me. I should be more grateful for your presence, but my predicament has idled my mind if not my common sense."

She seems to gather herself and takes a deep breath, "I am dying, once more. Wasting away from the Death Curse."
 

FitzTheRuke

Legend
"Tookah is a Chwinga," Obah explained to Enanthil, "A rare and special elemental spirit of the jungle. He has been my companion for many years. He has a restless, inquisitive nature that can be both charming and frustrating at once. Though Tookah is exceptional for his type, his people are very shy. It says a lot that he ventured out with you newcomers in the room."

He raised the goblet that Tookah had dipped a hand in and he took a sip of wine.
 

Steve Gorak

Adventurer
Well let Tokah! I have heard of your kind and am honoured to meet you”.

Upon hearing the masked lady’s comment, Enanthil turns towards her and says: “I am deeply saddened that this is happening to you. Indeed this curse is a great mystery. Hopefully we can help.

OOC: i am assuming Enanthil already knows Rhino, since they came on the boat and spent the last 10 days waiting; otherwise he would have introduced himself
 

FitzTheRuke

Legend
Tookah popped his head out of Obah's pocket and made an odd gesture that was not entirely unlike a wave, but with extra movements. Perhaps it was made awkward by the fabric. Either way, the Chwinga disappeared from sight after making it.
 

Braiden looked over the maps and charts with his 'brother'. He took specific interest in one of Port Nyanzaru and it's surroundings. He keeps an eye on his 'brother' wincing when he spills his drink and then begins a conversation with the Chultan man Obah. Braiden's attention is pulled back to their host as the tiefling, Rhino, sits down to question them. Braiden slides into a seat near Rhino and listens.

"I second my brothers sentiment." Braiden smiles at Enanthil. "Archmage Silvane, should we wait for Prince O'Tamu or would you like to elaborate on what it is we have been commissioned to do?"
 

FrontLine MeatShield

Explorer
Epic
"O'Tamu will come in his own time I'm afraid," Syndra sounds almost resigned. "He always does. Until then please introduce yourselves, and enjoy the food." She sits up as best she can looking attentive to making everyone's acquaintance. But your group can tell the blanket is a great weight on her tiny frame.
 
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FrontLine MeatShield

Explorer
Epic
After a short pause Syndra moves as if startled, "You said your brother?" the question in her voice obvious. "But you two are so different," And Braiden knows she doesn't just speak about the difference in their manner or armor. "But I thank you for both your concern, and for coming to Chult to join the expedition I am sending into the jungle. Master..." She leaves the last bit hanging there wanting to know how to address the ranger.
 

Steve Gorak

Adventurer
Braiden is my kin brother, and my chosen brother” Enanthiln says with great affection as he grabs Braiden’s shoulder. “I had the honor and privilege of seeing him grow, ever so fast, from a small baby as he came to my order, into the fine man he is now.
 

KahlessNestor

Adventurer
Chult/Port Nyanzaru/O’Tamu’s villa
Morning
Round 0

Tall and slender, the human woman was fair skinned, marked a bit by freckling and sunburn. Her long red hair was up and out of the way beneath a broad brimmed hat. She was dressed in nondescript brightly colored clothing meant to blend into the streets of Chult, one of her first purchases on arriving in Port Nyanzaru. Her blue eyes surveyed Sylara and the others.

To be honest, Lizzy was a bit miserable. For a northern girl, Port Nyanzaru was entirely too hot, humid, and rainy. She hadn’t said much since arriving at the villa, instead taking in the rich furnishings and luxuries. Her fingers itched to drop a bauble or two into her pocket and find a fence in the market. No one should have this much wealth!

So Lizzy diverted herself with the food and wine, placing some tropical fruits into a bowl and sipping from a silver goblet. It didn’t help her itchy fingers.

“So we know how you benefit from this,” Lizzy said to Sylara. “What is this O’Tamu’s angle? What is he trying to get out of this?”

***

HP: 9/9
AC: 14
Init: +3
PP: 14

Bolts: 40
Arrows: 40
Healer's kit: 10 uses
Coin: 1 sp
Sneak Attack: 1d6
Dungeon Delver
  • Adv Perception/Investigation for secret doors.
  • Adv saves vs traps
  • Resist damage from traps
  • Traveling at fast pace doesn’t impose -5 on PP
 

FrontLine MeatShield

Explorer
Epic
Syndra seems to stiffen, as if ready to defend her host, when a deep voice full of mirth says from behind the group, "I will get what I always do, Mistress Hale." Everyone turns to see a middle aged Chultan dressed in elaborate robes, followed by a hook nosed dark haired man carrying a large book.

"Information."

Prince O'tamu walks over to stand beside the chair Syndra is in, a large smile on his face. "Sorry I'm late to the party, but it was hard to drag Amitiel away from the library." At this he waves an arm to the dark man in the doorway, "Come in, come in." he says to entice the scholar to join everyone. "Its not like he hasn't been locked in there for the past two days."

Casting about the room he takes in everyone, the smile never leaving his face. "So we are all here now, please allow me to introduce everyone." (Sense Motive DC0) O'tamu seems to be enjoying himself, as if the theatrics of this is well rehearsed. "I am Prince Wakanga O'tamu, dealer in knowledge, lost lore, and of course information."

Resting a hand lightly on Syndra's shoulder he continues, "And this is Syndra Silvane of The Emerald Company. Her exploits are known far and wide..." "Wakanga..."

Clearing his throat a bit embarrassed the merchant prince indicates the man who came to the parlor with him. "My friend there is Amitiel lately of Waterdeep. Which is why he didn't come by the same route as the rest of you, but will be joining in this expedition all the same. And now Syndra to introduce you to your rescuers."

"The only female in the group is Lizzy Hale. Expertise in traps and delving underground. The polar opposites are Braiden Masterson and Enanthil of Vesve. Scouting and survival, although with all that armor on I don't think the elf will last very long. And the great one horned tiefling is known as Kargadan the Rhino. I'm sure his skill set is obvious, although I've been told he has greater potential than the eye reveals."

Pointing and counting to himself, Wakanga looks surprised when he sees Obah, "Oh and our newest member and guide for this venture. My countryman Obah Jideofor. He will see that these Coast-Landers come back out of the jungle alive."
 

KahlessNestor

Adventurer
Chult/Port Nyanzaru/O’Tamu’s villa
Lunch
Round 0

Lizzy nodded to the others after the introductions. Most she knew from the trip here from Baldur’s Gate. “A guide is good,” she noted, looking at Obah. She didn’t have experience with jungles, mostly a girl from the city, though she’d done her share of dungeons. She sipped her chilled wine and tried to determine if she could find a cool breeze in the room.

***

HP: 9/9
AC: 14
Init: +3
PP: 14

Bolts: 40
Arrows: 40
Healer's kit: 10 uses
Coin: 1 sp
Sneak Attack: 1d6
Dungeon Delver
  • Adv Perception/Investigation for secret doors.
  • Adv saves vs traps
  • Resist damage from traps
  • Traveling at fast pace doesn’t impose -5 on PP
 

Leatherhead

Possibly a Idiot.
Rhino bows as he is introduced. "A dealer in information, and I can see such business is kind to you." He remarks before finishing his sampler plater. "These fruits of your labors are quite tasty."

Placing the plate down, he turns to the blanketed figure, and speaks with a warm concern in his voice. "Such an ominous name, 'Death Curse'. Syndra, I pray there is some reprieve from it you can partake in while we get to the bottom of it."

Turning back to face O’Tamu, he inquires. "I must assume, Prince, that you have already investigated this dread malady? Can you tell us what you came up with?"
 

Neurotic

I plan on living forever. Or die trying.
"This is where I come in." the stranger in the background comes forward "I am Amil, the researcher and resident expert on the malady. Death Curse is the name given to the phenomenon and you can hear it and by now even read it in few research papers. Anyhow, we know the cause is a necromantic artifact hidden somewhere on this continent. The effects are reduced healing of all living things and increased chance of the dead coming back as undead. And the effects are getting stronger. The healing may stop completely and the dead may all come back. It also seems to affect those who were beyond the veil more strongly. Since such people tend to be powerful, the search is organized quickly.

We can talk more on the way if you're interested in details, I'll let our host and Lady Sindra add important stuff."


He is dressed in robes slitted in several places to allow the air to circulate. Other than that there are no special features. Black hair, slicked back from the forehead and shoulder long, and hooked nose, give him predatory appearance, but light frame and slight stooping posture indicate non-physical interests.
 

KahlessNestor

Adventurer
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Chult/Port Nyanzaru/O’Tamu’s villa
Lunch
Round 0

“A continent is a pretty big place to search,” Lizzy commented, sipping on chilled fruit juice. “No way of narrowing that down? How did you figure out it’s here, anyway?” she wondered.

***

HP: 9/9
AC: 14
Init: +3
PP: 14

Bolts: 40
Arrows: 40
Healer's kit: 10 uses
Coin: 1 sp
Sneak Attack: 1d6
Dungeon Delver
  • Adv Perception/Investigation for secret doors.
  • Adv saves vs traps
  • Resist damage from traps
  • Traveling at fast pace doesn’t impose -5 on PP
 

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