The Thursday Game 2/7/19 – A New Adventure Begins

Recap of February 7 in the year of our Lord 2019 –

We are still in the lair of a now very dead dragon. While looting, we find a note on the Priest of Orcus who apparently was named Brother Telgarek. The note instructs him to take the dragon and locate Cindra Silvane outside Winterhaven. He is to compel Cindra to transport him to the peninsula and steal a device from the jungle and return it to The Dark Prince.

In the two weeks it takes us to return to Winterhaven, we divvy up the loot. Once we arrive, the Monk asks around and gets directions to Cindra Silvane’s house.  After introductions, we show her the note. Cindra, a retired adventurer, explains she has been growing weaker as have others in town. Perhaps this device has something to do with it? She recognizes the seal on the note as being from the Hierarchy of the Demon Prince (not ominous at all). She feels the peninsula must refer to Chult. If we want, she can teleport the party to the city of Port Nyanzaru in Chult. From there, we would have to travel to the jungle. We take her up on her offer and disappear!

We reappear in Port Nyanzaru, a colorful, tropical seaport inhabited by a variety of races; humans, dwarves, gnomes, halflings and even tabaxi. Cindra states that she will be visiting a friend and recommends we also find a place to stay.

We wander over to the harbormaster, one Zindar, and introduce ourselves. He has two recommendations for accommodations; the Thundering Lizard, a raucous place, or Kaya’s House of Repose, a more restful environment. We head to the Thundering Lizard which is filled with loud music and fights breaking out. In speaking to the barkeep, we discover that there are bird folk living in a monastery on the Olung River who have kidnapped the last heir of Chult. This is confusing because Cindra already explained that seven merchant princes run the town. Maybe the barkeep is confused? Does this bare further investigation?

The Ranger heads to an exotic animal shop owned by Ilfan Talro’a to inquire about a new pet panther. Negotiations do not go well, and she leaves. She returns to the party and says she has overheard in the street information about races tomorrow. The barkeep confirms the next day is “Dinosaur Racing Day,” an event that runs throughout the city. Fortunes have been made and lost betting on the results.

The Monk heads to Ilfan Talro’a’s exotic animal shop and successfully negotiates for a flying monkey that he names Spike. He entrusts its care to the Druid. We have a new pet! How long will it survive?

The Ranger continues drinking at the bar, the Monk goes in search of a bookie and the rest of the party goes to…the exotic animal shop to inquire about dinosaur mounts. All Ilfan’s animals are too pricy plus our animal handling skills are garbage. The Cleric, Warlock and Druid (who now has a literal monkey on her back) go to the next inn, Kaya’s. Kaya’s does have much nicer accommodations and we negotiate a group deal of five gold for the six of us. We learn from the barkeep that people have been getting sick for the past two weeks, but she has no idea why and refers us to Wakanga O’tamu, the Merchant Prince of magic and lore.

We head over to Wakanga’s and find that he, coincidentally, is the friend Cindra is visiting. He states that the people who have sickened are those who have been raised from the dead. As they weaken, he fears they will return to the grave. There is also a rumor that the priests have been unable to resurrect anyone else during this time. He believes the device we seek is called the Soulmonger. Its location is unknown, but an army of undead are scattered throughout the jungle and the lost city of Omu seems to be where such evil originates.

We make a trade with Wakanga for an Identify spell scroll and he gives us a tip about who to bet on in the Dinosaur races tomorrow (Big Honker in the free-for-all). With that, we say farewell and head back to Kaya’s. We plan to take the next morning to place our bets, get to know the city and determine our next steps.

Respectfully submitted,

Marigold Underbite, Cleric – May Pelor light your way!