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Ollibolli's Shackled City AP

Caravan:

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"Those tired places? Listen- every caravan master has a couple of places he has an arrangement with- a friendly coin jingly arrangement you know? The Drunken Morkoth is nice enough, but I'm going to go out on a limb and guess you two aren't luxury travelers. You want something a little more homey, right? My cousin has a little place called The Nightcap. Mostly just a cozy little taproom, but he has a few rooms upstairs and less rooms means a little more attention to detail and a little nicer board than a bigger place can provide. Besides- Cuthbert's? I mean that young thing Jenya is nice enough, but Sarcen? Wooo! You don't know what you are in for! He might provide a bed, but that terror is going to have you up at dawn praying for salvation and peeling potatoes till noon for the soup kitchen!" Lindwicket points up ahead, "He rode past with their paladin a while back." 'wicket shrugs, "Heh. Maybe he'll be in a good mood by the time you get there- after his looonnggg sweltering ride through the jungle. You never know."

Sense Motive DC 8

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The gnome is quite obviously stretching the truth a bit there to steer you toward his choice of lodging.
Ollibolli's Shackled City AP

Caravan:

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Lindwicket perks up when he hears the blonde mention she'll be staying in Cauldron. "Ahh well now! Will you be lodging at the temple or looking for a place in the city. As it happens my cousin runs one of the cleanest and most secure inns to be found in Cauldron." With a wink for Daria he adds, "Rooms for all sizes of course."

Kn Local (Temple of Cuthbert / reputation) DC10 (untrained)
Rolled 18+0= 18
Ollibolli's Shackled City AP

I don't know what's going on in the city, but how about we in the caravan each make a time lapse post describing our routine during the trip with any conversation or questions we might want to pursue worked in loosely. Then Olli can either have us arrive in Cauldron or interrupt with action as the case may be.
Ollibolli's Shackled City AP

Caravan:

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Lindwicket snickers as Maavu makes his way on and ruffles Glimmer's ears before snapping the case shut and packing it again. The gnome steps into a stirrup and throws one leg over his mount as the caravan begins to show signs of motion. "Leave those poor women alone Hadran," the teases the scruffy man, "You'll be running to catch your donkey cart if you don't get a move on!"

Ollibolli's Shackled City AP

Caravan Crew:

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Lindwicket nods enthusiastically while Maavu speaks barely supressing a grin til the end at which point he bursts into good natured laughter. "Bwahahaha!" he slaps his knee, "You really had me there for a second you ole dog! I signed on with you for protection and then brought my own protection on top of that! Of course, I'm up for riding out in front of the whole caravan by myself just to see if I can get eaten by some rampaging dinosaur!" Lind wipes away tears of laughter, winks at the ladies climbing into the coach nearby, points up at the teamster captain, "You're good old man! I like you and that glorious mane of yours! But seriously, if you would be interested in any religious iconography to let the gods know to keep an eye out, I'm your man."

Lind calls "Sit!" for Glimmer and once she is still, pulls a case from the saddle pack and a set of folded wooden legs lock into place allowing him to open the case into a kind of display. Various representations of the gods and well known heroes are strapped into cushioned hollows in the felt lining. Though hand carved and painted from various woods, all are fine examples of quality gnomish craftsmanship and attention to detail. His fingers flicker over more representations of Gnomish gods and goddesses than Maavu ever would have known existed including demonic looking badgers and moles before pausing to present something a little more traditional, "Perhaps Mouqal would smile kindly on your trade ventures and negotiations, eh friend?" The young gnome watches Maavu's expression shrewdly and continues on to a figure of an old man in a traveling cloak. The base of the figure makes the crescent moon and road of Fharlaghn. "Ah- what better choice for a man of the road such as yourself? Show the old horizon walker a little love, my friend, you never know when you'll need him to smile on you. What do you say?"

Meanwhile Hadran, a husky bear of an unshaven man with long stringy hair takes off his hat at the sight of Hanathan and (to a lesser degree) the tiny Dari. He tries to smooth his hair down and seems to be unconscious of the fact that he is nervously mangling his floppy hat while awkwardly smiling at the beautiful blonde half-elf. "So- uh, you are going to Cauldron too?" he asks before immediately realizing what a stupid question that was.
Ollibolli's Shackled City AP

Caravan Crew:

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With a little asking around, Lindwicket eventually finds his way to Maavu to check in with the caravan. The gnome tips his lucky traveling cap to the head teamster and offers him a big grin, "Morning boss. Lindwicket Berenbiddle, my new friend Glmmer," he indicates the saddled dog who is shivering with excitement and barely restraining an inclination to jump on Maavu in greeting, "and Hadran here is my escort." The gnome jerks a thumb at the grizzled older mercenary behind him. "Just checking in for the trip to Cauldron. I'll be on Glimmer obviously, but I reckon Hadran could use a spot to rest his feet from time to time."

I'm paying a hireling at least for the trip through the jungle. I'll leave his details to you Olli. Lindwicket just looked for someone who looked tough and experienced with a weapon who didn't give him a vibe that he might murder him in his sleep.
Ollibolli's Shackled City AP

So it was done at last. Lindwicket sighed with relief and rubbed the nugget of gold on the new chain hanging around his neck. Maybe the old man would finally give him some peace of mind now. He knew the miser only wanted a priest in the family for a business advantage, but regardless it seemed like the right thing to do. Most of the gnomes of Cauldron had lost so much in the Vanishing while the Berenbiddle's only thrived, expanding to become the dominate quality toymakers. It only seemed right that he could offer something back to the community of craftsmen while continuing work in his father's shop. And it had to be said... the gnomes couldn't help but show their appreciation for an ordained Amethyst of Garl seeing to the shrine in remote Cauldron. He would be a symbol of their changing fortunes. With their generosity and time- the shrine would become a temple. And with more time and Garl's grace- donations could fund more effective mercenary caravan guards. The gnomes would be able to caravan their quality crafts out of the jungle together and make a stronger name for their goods in the larger world. But all that was far away.

Lindwicket sipped his lager and tossed Glimmer another roasted potato from his plate which his new friend eagerly snatched midair. Glimmer was some kind of breed called a boxer. He didn't know much about animals, but eventually he had found a halfling hostler in Sasserine specializing in smaller mounts and interviewed those he had available. It was an easy choice. She seemed to be a happy go lucky sort and had a strong muscular frame. In fact she was a monster compared to tiny Lindwicket, but they had clicked immediately. And so the threat of an extended wagon train journey through the jungle was averted.

The gnome took another sip of his lager and smiled thinking about how his life would be changing as a new priest in Cauldron. Life was good- and about to get a lot better.
Ollibolli's Shackled City AP

Olli- I'm in the background working on this char between other things. In the end I decided to go back to the MT idea and give it a try. So my sheet is only bare bones mechanics now, but I should be able to finish up the rest very soon.