GM Bret’s PbP Gameday XIV Core What Prestige is Worth

Game Master BretI

You get an immediate response from Zarta. “It is getting to be a long day. Meet me at Gelkine‘s landing in the Market of Breaths instead.”

You have been going for over twelve hours
Also your group has shown they can navigate Dis without issue.

Will move ahead as soon as someone confirms that group wants to connect with Zarta.

"We are following some leads, maybe tell her we will meet her in three hours. That gives a couple of hours to follow up here and another hour to get to the meeting spot." suggests Khellek.

And hopefully getting our two slightly out of kilter timelines back on track.

Waiting to hear what else you plan to do now that Khellek has finished analyzing the contracts.

I think we are out of leads at the library are we not? We found the relevant people at the wall. We freed the imp at the fighting pit. That I think only leaves the market (where Zarta has been chasing down leads), and this meeting that the lovely Zarta has lined up. Or did I miss something?

I was confused by your statement. The response to the sending was done after your analysis of the contracts had completed and you were saying it would take three hours before you met Zarta.

Khellek leads the group to the Market of Breaths. It takes an hour to get there.

The floating tower drips a constant rain of pitch onto the streets below and vibrates with a chorus of screams from the countless living tongues layered into its walls. In contrast, the upper portico hums pleasantly with commerce. Pergolas covered in thorny vines and quivering flesh loom over the maze-like cobbled streets. Snaking flames illuminate storefronts promising life, death, and everything in between, while tents of all shapes and construction host the quick patter of haggling and the predatory gaze of shopkeepers. Fiends, mortals, and more barter and deal, all under the watchful gaze of an enormous blue dragon perched atop the tower.

There is a tiefling named Gelkine with a bone barge carried by a fiendish roc who ferries people back and forth from the ground to the market for a fee of 10gp per trip. Many fiends are just flying up under their own power, having no need for such conveyance.

Zarta doesn’t appear to be here so she is likely waiting above.

Doodle couldn’t help but stare at the thousands of screaming tongues that were made into a part of the wall. ”Can we please find Zarta quickly? I’m not sure how much more I can take of this place,” she whispers, shaking her head.

"I'm with you Doddle. I can't stand being here much longer. The place leaves a bad taste in my mouth. And I mean for real!"

The roc sets down the one carriage and lands.

A tiefling leaps out and opens the carriage door, allowing the passengers to disembark. Big door on that carriage, easily big enough for an ogre to use without squeezing.

Once the passengers have disembarked he starts calling for passengers wishing to go up to the market. “Gold coin accepted! Only 10 gold each!”

Khellek looks at his poor scholar's purse. Then with a sigh starts to count out gold. "Paying seems like the best way to use our limited time and resources at the moment." he grumbles, rubbing at his temple.

He does offer a nod to Doodle though, the gnome looks like their head hurt just as bad as his.