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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Nov 2, 2017 15:21:56 GMT -5
"Right well, I s'pose we'd better take a look around then skipper, see what this place is about. Belwyn, ya with me." He then leads his friend through the winding streets, searching for refreshment, until they come upon the doors of Dead Jerrek's Tavern. "Time fer a snifter then Belwyn, been a while since the rum ran low. What'sya poison?" " Pick up rum for the crew while you're there Mister Seashuckle, ask around" The Captain says after he has thanked the guards for the information, giving Yarrick a list of consumables they require "We must bring supplies back with us, if we are parted we meet in the open area back at the gate in the morning at four bells (6am)...don't make me come and find you" He allows himself a wry grin "Watch your back here, mate. I shall be seeking a shipwright to fulfill Mister Ajax's list. Gentlemen, shall we?" The Captain advances with those remaining with him, determined and looking for the hardware and ship's supplies they need he studies the youngsters following "Who wants to tell me where the best toolmaker is..aye? For a copper of course" // fisheyes
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Post by fisheyes on Nov 3, 2017 15:35:40 GMT -5
"Right well, I s'pose we'd better take a look around then skipper, see what this place is about. Belwyn, ya with me." He then leads his friend through the winding streets, searching for refreshment, until they come upon the doors of Dead Jerrek's Tavern. "Time fer a snifter then Belwyn, been a while since the rum ran low. What'sya poison?" "Let's see what they've got. I'm in the mood for somethin' local," says Belwyn. Dead Jerrek's Tavern is a small crowded building, full of singing sailors, and Yarrick and Belwyn has to elbow their way through the room. Behind the counter stands a middle-aged woman with brown hair tied up in a bun and dark circles under her eyes. She smiles and leans on the counter, speaking loudly over the noise of " three maidens in the chamber/ three bottles on the table/ one for you, two for me…" "New faces, yah?" she squints at Yarrick. "Name's Emelisha. Jerrek's me husband." She thumbs at an urn on a shelf behind her. "Soddin' savages put a spear in his gut the day before we opened this place, yah, yah, I know ya were goin' to ask." She rattles of a number of familiar drinks, including Amberfire (whiskey), Athkatlan Red (wine), Bitter Black (Arabellan ale), Blood Wine, Knee-Cracker Cider, Zzar (Waterdhavian sherry wine), and some more unfamiliar and local names, like; Copperbeard's Best, Drowned Drow Darkwine, Smokeshroom, Skull Rum, and Wheatfoam Cider. When Belwyn asks for something local, Emelisha holds up a finger and reaches for a bottle behind her. "I have just the thing. Maize ale with a drop o' boiled greenback venom." She pours him a glass of a thick piss-yellow soup, drips a black liquid into it, and slides the glass over to Belwyn. He narrows his eyes uncertainly, but slowly grows more intrigued. "It's me own speciality." She waggles her eyebrows. "If any o' ya are still standin' after three in a row, ya'll have the rest o' yer drinks and meals free for the rest o' the day." When inquiring about purchasing rum in bulk for the Tethys, she shakes her head. "Nah, wha' ya buy here, ya drink here. If ya want t' purchase rum fer yer whole crew ya'll have to talk ta Acrilla." She leans forward, raising her voice over the chanting of " three maidens, three maidens, come an' slake me..." "Acrilla Markazii! O' the Westshore Company. They've got the right's to all alcohol business in Pioneer Bay, an' I buy mine from 'em. Go see her at their warehouse in the docks, or try with her brother Ponzio at the great villa… if he's still walkin' tha' is, ol' bastard." Other than the singing sailors and Emelisha, there are a few other patrons of note. In the corner sits a man smoking a long pipe. He has a white short beard, but most of his face is hidden in shadow under his hood. A heavy crossbow rests against the wall next to him, and in his belt he carries an axe and several knives. He seems to keep close watch of anyone around him, and watches Yarrick and Belwyn for a time. A card game is going on at a round table, with a large pile of coin and gems in the pot. A skinny man drops a golden medallion on the pile, and his opponent, a tall and broad-shouldered man, nervously wipes his forehead. At another table sits a half-orc in chainmail. He challenges anyone nearby to arm-wrestling and wins every time. He wears a white and gray tabbard with the symbol of Helm on the chest. " Pick up rum for the crew while you're there Mister Seashuckle, ask around" The Captain says after he has thanked the guards for the information, giving Yarrick a list of consumables they require "We must bring supplies back with us, if we are parted we meet in the open area back at the gate in the morning at four bells (6am)...don't make me come and find you" He allows himself a wry grin "Watch your back here, mate. I shall be seeking a shipwright to fulfill Mister Ajax's list. Gentlemen, shall we?" The Captain advances with those remaining with him, determined and looking for the hardware and ship's supplies they need he studies the youngsters following "Who wants to tell me where the best toolmaker is..aye? For a copper of course" The children rush up to Captain Blake. "Me! Me!" They jump up and down, and one blurts out; "Bonehammer's the best smith! He's a dwarf, so he's got iron in his blood, that's what he said", and points towards the blacksmith. Another then says "Nuh uh, Big Jon's better, he made the great ballista, remember?", and points towards the docks. "Big Jon at the Westshore Hardware Store." "If you want a shipwright, you should speak with Fernando Da'Marsallo at the Westshore Warehouse," says another child. Eamon walks up to Captain Blake. "I'll go look for some supplies on me own. I'll see ya in the mornin'" He heads off in the direction of Calizandra's Cove, and Hurgon shortly joins him, saying he'll keep an eye on Eamon. "It's not safe goin' alone." K'tenka and Quin remains with Captain Blake. "Captain..." says Quin. "I just asked the gate guards about my map and Pioneer Bay. I'm not sure what you were thinking this place was... but when I saw the flag of Helm, I thought of Helmsport. Guess what? We're at least a tenday by sea to the south of Helmsport. We're in southern Far Payit. Far south of where Cordell's expedition landed. Guess that means this land is more untamed... and full of opportunities."
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Post by lucesi on Nov 4, 2017 10:50:09 GMT -5
"Right well, I s'pose we'd better take a look around then skipper, see what this place is about. Belwyn, ya with me." He then leads his friend through the winding streets, searching for refreshment, until they come upon the doors of Dead Jerrek's Tavern. "Time fer a snifter then Belwyn, been a while since the rum ran low. What'sya poison?" "Let's see what they've got. I'm in the mood for somethin' local," says Belwyn. Dead Jerrek's Tavern is a small crowded building, full of singing sailors, and Yarrick and Belwyn has to elbow their way through the room. Behind the counter stands a middle-aged woman with brown hair tied up in a bun and dark circles under her eyes. She smiles and leans on the counter, speaking loudly over the noise of " three maidens in the chamber/ three bottles on the table/ one for you, two for me…" "New faces, yah?" she squints at Yarrick. "Name's Emelisha. Jerrek's me husband." She thumbs at an urn on a shelf behind her. "Soddin' savages put a spear in his gut the day before we opened this place, yah, yah, I know ya were goin' to ask." She rattles of a number of familiar drinks, including Amberfire (whiskey), Athkatlan Red (wine), Bitter Black (Arabellan ale), Blood Wine, Knee-Cracker Cider, Zzar (Waterdhavian sherry wine), and some more unfamiliar and local names, like; Copperbeard's Best, Drowned Drow Darkwine, Smokeshroom, Skull Rum, and Wheatfoam Cider. When Belwyn asks for something local, Emelisha holds up a finger and reaches for a bottle behind her. "I have just the thing. Maize ale with a drop o' boiled greenback venom." She pours him a glass of a thick piss-yellow soup, drips a black liquid into it, and slides the glass over to Belwyn. He narrows his eyes uncertainly, but slowly grows more intrigued. "It's me own speciality." She waggles her eyebrows. "If any o' ya are still standin' after three in a row, ya'll have the rest o' yer drinks and meals free for the rest o' the day." When inquiring about purchasing rum in bulk for the Tethys, she shakes her head. "Nah, wha' ya buy here, ya drink here. If ya want t' purchase rum fer yer whole crew ya'll have to talk ta Acrilla." She leans forward, raising her voice over the chanting of " three maidens, three maidens, come an' slake me..." "Acrilla Markazii! O' the Westshore Company. They've got the right's to all alcohol business in Pioneer Bay, an' I buy mine from 'em. Go see her at their warehouse in the docks, or try with her brother Ponzio at the great villa… if he's still walkin' tha' is, ol' bastard." Other than the singing sailors and Emelisha, there are a few other patrons of note. In the corner sits a man smoking a long pipe. He has a white short beard, but most of his face is hidden in shadow under his hood. A heavy crossbow rests against the wall next to him, and in his belt he carries an axe and several knives. He seems to keep close watch of anyone around him, and watches Yarrick and Belwyn for a time. A card game is going on at a round table, with a large pile of coin and gems in the pot. A skinny man drops a golden medallion on the pile, and his opponent, a tall and broad-shouldered man, nervously wipes his forehead. At another table sits a half-orc in chainmail. He challenges anyone nearby to arm-wrestling and wins every time. He wears a white and gray tabbard with the symbol of Helm on the chest. "Can't believe ya drinkin' that weird foreign muck, Belwyn." Pulling a face Yarrick turns to the barmaid. "Mine's a Skull Rum then lass, least I know what it is. Reckon a bit o' lubrication afore we deal with the business of the day ain'tgonna hurt is it Belwyn." Glancing around the various patrons of the inn, his eyes stop on the furtive looking man with the beard. Leaving Belwyn to his own devices a moment, Yarrick approaches the man's table, indicting the vacant chair. "Ahoy there stranger, looks like that there chair is free, if you don' be mindin' company. Name's Yarrick, ye're welcome to share a tot o' my rum. Can be devilishly lonely in a strange new place."
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Post by fisheyes on Nov 5, 2017 5:57:23 GMT -5
"Can't believe ya drinkin' that weird foreign muck, Belwyn." Pulling a face Yarrick turns to the barmaid. "Mine's a Skull Rum then lass, least I know what it is. Reckon a bit o' lubrication afore we deal with the business of the day ain'tgonna hurt is it Belwyn." Glancing around the various patrons of the inn, his eyes stop on the furtive looking man with the beard. Leaving Belwyn to his own devices a moment, Yarrick approaches the man's table, indicting the vacant chair. "Ahoy there stranger, looks like that there chair is free, if you don' be mindin' company. Name's Yarrick, ye're welcome to share a tot o' my rum. Can be devilishly lonely in a strange new place." Belwyn takes a cautious sip from the maize ale. He makes a disgusted grimace and then swigs it all down. "By Umberlee! It kicks like a mad donkey!" He laughs and orders another one. The Skull Rum tastes much more predictable, if a bit watery. The bearded man nods to Yarrick as he approaches. "Lonely? I don't mind." His voice is gravelly, and his skin tanned and wrinkly around the eyes. He welcomes Yarrick to Pioneer Bay, but declines the rum offer. "I'm Barik Rivas, monster hunter and the best jungle guide in Pioneer Bay. If you plan on goin' into the jungle, come see me. Don't trust the native guides." He pulls back his hood, revealing terrible scars from eyebrow to chin, and his left ear is missing. "I've travelled through Chult and fought wars back over seas without a scratch. First day here? I get this." He taps his chin, then pulls up the hood again and puffs on his pipe. "The jungle will eat you if you're not careful. What ship did you say you came with again?"
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Post by lucesi on Nov 10, 2017 18:30:49 GMT -5
"Well ye sound like a useful man to know. I'm with the Golden Redeemer, ye know it? Might be lookin' for a scout if me crewmates are agreeable. Know anythin' about the birdmen tribes round 'ere?"
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Post by fisheyes on Nov 16, 2017 10:05:44 GMT -5
"Well ye sound like a useful man to know. I'm with the Golden Redeemer, ye know it? Might be lookin' for a scout if me crewmates are agreeable. Know anythin' about the birdmen tribes round 'ere?" [Bluff rolled] Barik puffs on his pipe a moment, eyes narrowing. "I know the Redeemer. Thought your captain already left for the jungle with a native guide yesterday. Didn't want any Amnian guide he said." He takes a long draw from the pipe and coughs out smoke. "Bah! I'm from Tethyr. But why didn't you go with your captain anyway? You plannin' your own lil' trip?" As for the birdmen tribes, Barik explains the native people call themselves Itza, but there may be several Itza tribes. Only the most mighty warriors wear bird feathers, or eagle feathers to be specific, though some wear jaguar skins. According to local guides, Barik says the "eagle warriors" and "jaguar warriors" may be comparable to different knightly orders in Faerûn, and may be of the same tribe. Most of the Itza seem to be friendly, but some have been hostile lately, kidnapping and murdering anyone they come across in the jungle. A few weeks ago, there was even a murder in town. Some "birdman" climbed the palisade at night and caved in the skull of a young stable boy. "Though, 'tribe' may be a bit misleadin'," says Barik. "Makes them sound like uncivilized barbarian, livin' in mud huts... Well, some do, and there's scattered villages out there, but they've got a city like you've never seen before - Pazalpoc it's called - just about a tenday into the jungle. Great stone houses, steep pyramids and towers, and great cocoa and kaeth (coffee) plantations. It's a sight to see. They were friendly enough, but I don't know if the birdman murderer came from there or some village." Barik leans closer. "But if you find yerself travellin' the jungle, it ain't the birdmen or the jaguarskins you should worry most about." He puffs on his pipe. "The halflings, mate. The wild halflings are the real menace out there, even the Itza fear 'em. They're unreasonable and attack in hordes from the trees, raining paralyzin' poison arrows from above. Though, I hear their 'kurari poison' is worth quite a fortune back in Faerûn." Meanwhile, Belwyn drains his second maize ale. He sways for a moment, but steadies himself against the counter, and slams down coins for a third one. "One more!"
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on Dec 11, 2017 13:35:48 GMT -5
The children rush up to Captain Blake. "Me! Me!" They jump up and down, and one blurts out; "Bonehammer's the best smith! He's a dwarf, so he's got iron in his blood, that's what he said", and points towards the blacksmith. Another then says "Nuh uh, Big Jon's better, he made the great ballista, remember?", and points towards the docks. "Big Jon at the Westshore Hardware Store." "If you want a shipwright, you should speak with Fernando Da'Marsallo at the Westshore Warehouse," says another child. Eamon walks up to Captain Blake. "I'll go look for some supplies on me own. I'll see ya in the mornin'" He heads off in the direction of Calizandra's Cove, and Hurgon shortly joins him, saying he'll keep an eye on Eamon. "It's not safe goin' alone." K'tenka and Quin remains with Captain Blake. "Captain..." says Quin. "I just asked the gate guards about my map and Pioneer Bay. I'm not sure what you were thinking this place was... but when I saw the flag of Helm, I thought of Helmsport. Guess what? We're at least a tenday by sea to the south of Helmsport. We're in southern Far Payit. Far south of where Cordell's expedition landed. Guess that means this land is more untamed... and full of opportunities." The Captain sends a scattering of coppers for the children and smiles as Quin confirms his thoughts "Thank you Mister Quin, I thought Far Payit's south coast but I was unsure how 'far up the payit' we are" He jokes "Well now, I think we shall take Ajax's list to the Westshore warehouse first n' see what we can find...let's get moving. Keep a weather eye on the prices, if you see a good deal we'll investigate each place until we achieve our mission" He pats Quin's shoulder "Who knows, we might find better opportunites than can be found in Helmsport"
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