Around 10:00 AM the 2nd day after leaving Bier and crossing the ferry (I will deduct 2 gp each for staying at the tavern and the ferry crossing, someone will have to loan Fitz some gold...) you arrive at the Gate of the Gods, the Southern entrance to the City State of the Invincible Overlord.
Barlo stretches arms above his head, lazily, upon entering with the group. "Ah, yes, Amadeus, Mitra be praised! It's good to make it into the city. Does anyone have a favorite spot to go? I could stand some vittles after such a journey," quoth he, rubbing a rotund and protruding belly with a wide grin.
OOC: Barlo will move with the group, as he (or I for that matter) has no idea what is in store here. It's going to be some kind of experience, for sure!
Last Edit: Jul 7, 2014 17:18:46 GMT -6 by Merctime
Giving a hearty, and perhaps overzealous slap to the shoulder of Orofer, Barlo says "So that's what ya meant by nibbles! HAW! You buggers are gonna get me 'et, when it's me that wants to do the eatin'!"
An annoyingly raucous fit of laughter ensues from the overweight Acolyte as he heads off with his new-found companions. Laughter and... Road smells.
Last Edit: Jul 7, 2014 21:03:01 GMT -6 by Merctime
There isn't exactly a traditional market in the CSIO. There is a horse market just inside the Gate of the Gods. There is also the slave market (where you encountered the harpies last visit). There are some market stalls in the slave market, but that plaza is mostly concerned with dealings in slaves.
Hmm. Barlo hasn't the charisma for that sort of thing, but he could sure try... Otherwise, he will be game to travel wherever in the city the party goes, if nothing else just to get to know everyone more. I'm all in!
Edit: if it seems like I'm fishtailing here, it's because I really don't know much about the CSIO. Also, I bet you guys want to sell that egg pretty badly, heh.
Perhaps we could, once you guys have the egg sold or during selling it, seek out rumors of interesting stuff going on around the city?
Last Edit: Jul 14, 2014 21:54:17 GMT -6 by Merctime
Post by flightcommander on Jul 16, 2014 0:35:43 GMT -6
"Hmm, no market per se ... an apothecary perhaps? Or a zoo, or maybe a circus? A culinary academy?" Quasmus ponders a moment. "A magicians' guild — we should head there first, if only to receive counsel."
Quasmus remembers there being a tavern at the corner of Regal Street and Caravan Street.
Just as you enter the thick of the city on Regal Street, a departing caravan pushes its way through the morning crowd. Orofer, Amadeus, and Brother Cyril stumble in the confusion as the crown attempts to make way for the caravan. After dusting off, the party continues to the Seahawk Tavern.
You enter the dark tavern and see quite a rough crowd, some apparently seamen. At three tables towards the back, three trolls appear to be running games of chance (a crude roulette wheel, craps, and blackjack).
Barlo sniffs the air. "Hmm, I thought I bathed last week... Oh! Trolls! ...And they are gaming at dice and the wheel?" Noticing where Orofer had noticed them, he then scratches his rats-nest head of hair for a moment, scanning the rest of the crowd. Trolls, Seamen... Wondering what other ner-do-wells might be here. He will wait though, with his companions, to see if any of them feel they can strike a deal for their egg here.
Last Edit: Jul 16, 2014 11:38:24 GMT -6 by Merctime
Post by flightcommander on Jul 16, 2014 21:33:42 GMT -6
Quasmus joins Brother Cyril at the bar, squirming in next to a small clot of sailors. "Ahoy, gentlemen! I wasn't aware of any nearby sea, but I rarely look up from my books. I must buy you a round, and you must sing to me of your adventures among the oceans! By sing, I mean tell." Quasmus plops a half dozen gold coins on the bar, and waves over a barkeep ...
Quasmus attracts several seamen who start regaling him of their tales of the high seas. It seems that the Estuary of the Roglaroon is navigable all the way up to the City State. One man tells of a trip up the River of the Ancients into the Valley of the Ancients in search of lost ruins and treasure (they didn't find anything). Somewhere along the story telling a parrot lands beside Quasmus, dips his beak in Quasmus's ale, and prattles on about a chest of gold buried on Devil's Cauldron Island.
Barlo explodes in raucous laughter at the sight of the bird partaking of Quasmus' drink. It's even brought his attentions back to the group from his crowd-searching. He will toss (someone elses at the bar) a cracker or peanut to the bird, calling, "Pretty bird, pretty bird... Say it again about the chest of gold?" and smile a toothy grin at the bird amidst the conversation. (OOC: He's just without the social graces like that...)
Last Edit: Jul 17, 2014 14:34:46 GMT -6 by Merctime
Post by flightcommander on Jul 18, 2014 22:05:49 GMT -6
Quasmus pretends not to notice the bird, and presses the sailors about trade and custom along the Estuary. "I imagine someone in your line of work might make a tidy sum trading in ... exotic items. Perhaps this is worthy of your consideration!" He settles the egg onto the bar and rotates it to the most dramatic profile. "Gentlemen, observe — before you is a jewel of the natural world, a viable macroid saurian macrolecithal ovum! Which is to say, a Giant Lizard egg: priceless to kings, witches, wizards, sages, and wealthy gourmands alike." He casts a guilty sidelong glance at the parrot. "This treasure can be yours for a mere 475 gold coins. But please, have another round of drinks at my expense while you ponder how one might exhaust the immense wealth you shall acquire, once you sell it abroad on your journeys."