"We don't have maps of that region in exacting detail," the goblin said.
"A little detail is better than none."
"A little detail is better than none."
"Well, we do have one map of the Mournland," she says. "So far, no one has explored the Mournland in deep. Are you explorers?"
"We are now." Karsh'e says slowly, with solemn emphasis.
"Right," she says in common. Then she switched to goblin, "Vern, do we have any maps of the Mournland left?"
Vern, another goblin -- and a male to be exact, says the following:
"I do have one map left, it's sketchy," said Vern. He's wearing nothing but a loin cloth, due to the tropical heat that is present.
"A sketchy map is better than none. Perhaps we can make some notes and upgrade it a bit and bring it back here on our way out?"
"Call me Merryl," the female goblin said. "How are you going back there?"
"We were going to walk." Karsh'e bares his short tusk-like canines in a smile. Then he tilts his head. "But do you know where the trade caravans hire guards?"
"There is a scion of Orien that is offering rides into the Mournland."
"Well, that is helpful. Where can we find this scion?"
"Well, that is helpful. Where can we find this scion?"
"He frequents the northern pubs," said Merryl. "He's a cousin of the scion that runs this place."
"Well, that is helpful. Where can we find this scion?""He frequents the northern pubs," said Merryl. "He's a cousin of the scion that runs this place."
"Might I get their names? It would be helpful to know how closely we are related."
"Might I get their names? It would be helpful to know how closely we are related."
The goblin nods and says, "The one offering rides is named Failin, a cousin to Tucson d'Orien."
Karsh'e makes a mental note. Failin d'Orein can be found in the northern pubs.
"Might I get their names? It would be helpful to know how closely we are related."The goblin nods and says, "The one offering rides is named Failin, a cousin to Tucson d'Orien."
"Might I get their names? It would be helpful to know how closely we are related."The goblin nods and says, "The one offering rides is named Failin, a cousin to Tucson d'Orien."
Hmm . . . Knowledge -- Royalty and Nobility would be the closest skill to roll to see if you know Failin and Tucson. DC 15. This is one roll you could take 10 on, Jacen.
Lia looks around the shop, still eying that magnificent wooden furniture. She pokes Jacen, points at Karsh'e and says, "Where did everyone else go?"
Karsh'e looks up from a table full of fine wool cloaks from Karnnath. "They must have gotten bored of shopping and stepped outside."
"Well. I guess we should go see Jacen's relatives. How dangerous could that be.."
"Family means safety and comfort. A place and people where you can get help if you need it. I was hunting clams with my father far out in the marshes and we were caught in a storm. It was cold, and a bad winter. But we were able to rest and get warm with my cousins in another village across the marsh. It was a bad winter and they didn't have much food, but they shared that with us too for three days. "
Jacen clearly is lost in thought. So many names across such a huge family; and yet, he had a greater duty to know them than the rest of his family: he was dragonmarked, he was true Heir of Orien.
Lia's poke snaps him out of it. "I will be honest, I feel like I remember those names from when I was working in Sharn. Maybe they found a way to make this region profitable again."
"Well then. Perhaps we should visit. If they know you, they may be a font of useful information."
She grins, "Or, if they know you, we'll be kicked out unceremoniously..."
Jacen clearly is lost in thought. So many names across such a huge family; and yet, he had a greater duty to know them than the rest of his family: he was dragonmarked, he was true Heir of Orien.
KNOW(Orien): 10 + 7 = 17
LORE(Orien): 10 + 7 = 17Lia's poke snaps him out of it. "I will be honest, I feel like I remember those names from when I was working in Sharn. Maybe they found a way to make this region profitable again."
"Right! Failing Failin! I knew I knew that name! He's like the main cautionary tale of the whole family, our template of how NOT to act; this is not an altogether bad thing for us. He could probably use a good word put in for him ... and we could for sure use an elemental-powered cart in our travels. I should have thought of that. I wouldn't be hateful to go grab a drink if we're going to try to find him."
"Failin?" asks a goblin. "He can be found at the Clenched Fist tavern."
"Is that in the northern part of town?" Karsh'e asks. He'll be encouraged if this goblin's information correlates with previous information.
"I presume you're ready to pay and we can leave for the Clenched Fist."
"Let us be on our way then."
She looks back to the Goblin shopkeeper she has been talking to. "Thank you for your time. I very much enjoyed talking to you!"
"Happy trails!" she says.
The trek to the Clenched Fist tavern takes you about five minutes. You see an odd looking cart parked near the watering troughs. It is here you see Fizzle (that's you, Seth!) looking over it.
The very dark green goblin is inspecting the cart, why and for what you have little information about. Though she seems to be carrying a lot of glass and other odd shaped containers on her person
"I wonder if that's Failin's Earth Chariot!? No wonder no one wanted him to stay in Sharn ..."
"Excuse me, you there, cleaning that cart, are you a servant working for Master Failin? I wondered if he might be inside, I haven't seen him in ages. You're doing a great job by the way, looks quite tidy."
The female goblin spins around to look at the one speaking
"Iz no servant! Is FizFiz, you bigguns call Fizzle. Just looking. Honost. Not wanting to see if can burn good. No no "
Karsh'e draws different inferences from Jacen's about the little goblin.
"FizFiz, of course you weren't thinking about burning the cart. It is very different, isn't it? Something people would just want to look at."
Lia smiles.
"Of course we would not dare infer you were going to burn some odd looking random cart. But since you've been studying it, what do you think it is? It seems very fancy."
She kinda looks perplexed for a second. As if not understanding the fact that there are no accusations being thrown, she shakes her head, her ears flopping around as she does
"FizFiz just making sure circle wheel thing NOT burn good. Be careful not break thing. Yes. Not very good at fire stuff" she pats the wheels reassuringly
"Sturdy circle wheel Cart!
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"Well, it is good to know that the conveyance we want to hire is resistant to fire." says the ectoplasm-encased warforged. "But we should head inside. Maybe we could buy you a drink. I expect those will burn."
Everyone, I need perception checks before you go in. I'll roll for you to move things along. The DC is 15:
Everyone else, you are too distracted by the cart.
Okay, I'll adjust.
He will gesture to the group and softly say, "We should get inside. There might be trouble coming." The ectoplasm on his arm speads out into a shield but he doesn't form his blade yet. "I'll cover the rear."
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Fiz looks past her long legged questioners, as she squints her eyes
"Longshank cousins" she points to the approaching bugbears
"Fizizzle, please, come with us, let's get inside so that I can apologize for thinking you were a servant rather than an arsonist. I can be a little thick headed sometimes. My friends used to say that Dragonmakrs glow when their bearer had a good idea ... and that's why mine didn't glow very much. Let's go!"
Fiz seems to forget about the approaching goblinoids very quickly as she rubs her little hands together, her ears perking up as she gives a serrated toothy smile that only goblins can do
"Burning drinks? Yes! Fiz happy to have all of it. Make Fiz sneez fire!"
Inside is a huge fireplace. With many logs burning fire. Also, there are a lot of goblins, hobgoblins, and even a few humans. No bugbear in sight. However, there is a clear table big enough for your group to sit down on. There is a bar, with a hobgoblin manning it. Also, there are a few waitresses, all hobgoblins. They are wearing clothes that breathe, due to the subtropical climate. Some of them are shirtless, and wearing an orange cotton fabric wrap around their breasts (think sports bra).
While drinks are served, including rum, one of the waitresses approaches you. She starts speaking in goblin. "Hello, my name is Ramatha," she says. "I'll be your server. What will you have?"
Jacen, since you are actively searching for Failin, I'd like you to do a perception check with a +3 bonus.
"Spiced whiskey, neat, for myself and Fiz." Says Escher, sliding a few coins across. He'll translate for those that don't speak Goblin.
"Spiced whiskey, neat, for myself and Fiz." Says Escher, sliding a few coins across. He'll translate for those that don't speak Goblin.
"Spiced whiskey, of course," said Ramatha, still in goblin. "What will the others have?"
Fiz looks from her to Escher back to her a few times before she chimes in, "I hear that adding actual chillies to the whiskey, diced, adds even more of a kick to it, perhaps I should do that too!"
She is much more well spoken in her own tongue than that of Common. There seems to be a story there
Casting an eye back on the cart, Karsh'e follows the others through the door into the bar. He's disappointed. He'd expected something a little less -- gobliny -- as the chosen hang out of a scion of House Orien.
Once Escher makes clear that orders are being placed, he declines. "I am not hungry, thanks."