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Started by SchemingWeasel , Jan 24th 2019 16:08
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SchemingWeasel - Jan 24th 2019 16:08


[JUST A NOTE! THIS IS A D&D CAMPAIGN BETWEEN TWO PEOPLE SOLELY. IF YOU DO CHOOSE TO REPLY TO THE FORUM, WE ARE LIKELY TO DELETE YOUR COMMENT/S AS IT CLUTTERS WHAT WE ARE ALREADY DOING, ESPECIALLY IF THE MESSAGE IS LONG OR THERE ARE MANY WHICH CAUSES FURTHER ISSUES. HOWEVER, EVEN IF WE ARE NOT ACCEPTING ANY MORE ROLEPLAY MEMBERS AT THIS MOMENT IN TIME, THE FORUM IS STILL OPEN TO THE PUBLIC AND THEREFOR WE CANNOT STOP YOU FROM READING THE ADVENTURE SO FAR IF YOU WISH TO DO SO. THANK YOU!]

Two adventurers, one campaign. When a member of a long lost race is suddenly dragged up by a storm, it seems at first that the sudden appearance of the feline is the biggest news around, however something dark is being dragged in from other dimensions with a certain ill-intent which may soon take the headlines.

From a wizard bookstore owner in the suburbs of Caracal Hollow, with the thought of making her money to eat for the day, to being a brave adventurer, touring the world with intrigue at the hidden mysteries, even the least likely to jump headfirst into danger may have to.

Along with her adventuring companion, a clumsy druid from the depths of the Arapaima rainforest. A cat who nine times out of ten can't land on her own feet and is distracted by sparkly items, somehow winds up miles away from home and confused.

A druid and a wizard, perhaps the weakest team around but strong at heart, both against a slowly growing, nefarious uprising, what could go wrong? Will our heroes take down the greater evil or will they be conquered by the mysterious being/s? We'll just have to wait and see what the cat drags in.

Edited Jan 30th 2019 17:27

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SchemingWeasel - Jan 24th 2019 16:44


A storm rages on above, not one that Tuí is used to, a sandstorm.

The sandstorms of the Redheart desert never used to breach the trees of her Arapaima rainforest home. She would have been safe in her den, up in the safety of her tree home if she hadn't strayed out into the rainforest and gotten lost, though she hadn't believed she was lost at first.

All the trees looked alike and the forest seemed to go on for forever, she was happy having hunted some fish in the river and had snacked happily the day before on her catch, but now she had gone too far. Whether it was the giant rainforest boar that suddenly startled her to run out of her camp or falling into the terrifyingly-fast waters of the Arapaima rapids, she didn't know which made her the most lost, either way that morning she had washed up in a desert oasis and wasn't sure where to go.

At the time, following the river seemed like the best idea but she must have followed the wrong side as soon enough she was in the middle of nowhere as a sandstorm rushed in, making her much more lost than she had been before.

Now, she was exhausted and disorientated as she stumbled towards a town in the distance, the rain she could see falling from the sky and sound of the thunder as lightning snaked across the sky looked much better than her sand-swept and mottled fur and despite her fear of the crashing sounds of the sky above, she was desperate to feel the coolness of the rain against her fur in the hopes it'll wash off the grittiness of the sand and dust.

So she headed into the town, the terrain turning to grass and soil for miles to see, unsurprised at the lack of people at figuring they're all sheltering from the storm, and curls up on the street in front of a brightly lit, big building with a sign of a tankard hanging out the front, shrieking against the wind as it swings wildly, and the sound of jovial, drunken laughter and song.

There, in the middle of the cobbled and puddle of a street, away from the terrors of the desert's storms, she lies in a tight ball while the building's door opens and a man's laughter cuts off in alarm as her vision falters once again.

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Spade - Jan 24th 2019 16:52


*The day starts off quietly, light trickling through the windows as an exhausted looking shopkeeper prepares for the day ahead. After cleaning herself up and making sure the door is open for any potential customers, she looks around her little shop with pride. Flower pots hang from the ceiling, greenery spilling over the sides dotted with white buds waiting to bloom. Books and tomes, both new and old, line the shelves just waiting to be read. Two tables stand in the middle of the shop, antiques and oddities of all sorts resting atop the wooden surfaces. A few other trinkets and oddities lay around the shop, some sharing shelf space while some of the larger ones rest against the walls or counter where the owner waits.

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SchemingWeasel - Jan 24th 2019 17:04


Something shifts quickly past the window, but they stop, nearly falling over their own feet. Then suddenly, two big paws press up against the window in awe before letting go and the beast from outside suddenly bursts into the store.

A monster? A cat? Something. What rushes in looks to be a humanoid cat of a Margay looking shape and markings. They walk on their hind legs like a human would and wear very human clothes but at the same time, their ears and whiskers twitch in excitement and they look very much a cat. They could be seen as someone like the sandy-scaled dragonborns that sometimes come from the Redheart desert towns yet this is definitely not a dragon or lizard in any way.

They rush up to the counter, nearly tripping over their own feet and tail as they go and kneel down, stretching their paws out to the shop owner, speaking something in an old-sounding, elegant language. Though it's hard to look as elegant as the language in such a position and in such a desperate tone.

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Spade - Jan 24th 2019 17:13


*Needless to say, the human owner is frozen in suprise and terror for a few moments. After these few minutes, she casts mage hand to close the door and places a hand over the catlike being's mouth to silence them.

????:...I have no clue what in all the realms you're saying.

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SchemingWeasel - Jan 24th 2019 17:20


The feline freezes up and processes the other's words. Humanish... Speaker? Human? Everyone's a human or a lizard or a turtle or a small human or a horned human here, it's really confusing and scary for her. Where are all her people? Where are the Tabaxis? Where's her home? But for now, she must focus on the important matter at hand. It takes her a moment, wincing, but she manages to string together some intelligible words.

"Shiny... Object shiny in window... I saw and want..." She pauses for a few moments, thinking of what to add on, "humanish rusty... You speak Druidic?" She enquires.

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Spade - Jan 24th 2019 18:18


*The shopkeeper shakes her head after removing her hand from the feline's mouth.

????:Sorry. Don't speak Druidic. At least you know a little Common.

*The shopkeeper glances at her wares near the windows in her shop.

????:....What exactly were you looking at?

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SchemingWeasel - Jan 25th 2019 02:43


The tabaxi straightens up, sparkles in her eyes.

"Everythiiiing" She daydreams, "so much shiny..."

She places a necklace on the counter, holding what seems to be a solid lump of metal, but when it catches the light, it shimmers like a magpie's feathers. Tuí pokes it and taps it with her paws, staring at its electric-blue and green shimmers.

"I want this... How much coinses" She looks back up at Book, hoping she has enough; she thinks she does. She also thinks she should be keeping her coins for survival equipment, but she can hunt and she has a bedroll attached to her explorer's bag and her druidic focus, so she isn't desperate for supplies.

Though, part of her would like to keep her coins spare just in case, not a big part of her of course, she has a habit of spending when she sees things she likes. Wait... Will anyone outside her home take her coins? How much value are they worth?

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Spade - Jan 25th 2019 14:50


*The shopkeeper studies the necklace for a few moments, when she looks up there's a glint in her eye.

????:....How much do you have?

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SchemingWeasel - Jan 25th 2019 15:04


Tuí's ears twitch to signal that she heard the message but her eyes aren't focussed on the mysterious shopkeeper, her head pointing towards what looks like a very big stick holding a crescent moon, standing upright in the corner. It has a level of shiny still on the moon but is still coated in a thin layer of dust.

She looks between the very mysterious shopkeeper and the seemingly worthless stick, perhaps a cane, then looks to the necklace. Why must she want both? Does she have enough for both? Something about the stick calls to her though, much unlike the sparkly necklace.

"Hnnn..." Tuí winces to herself in concentration, frantically trying to choose which she'd rather have until she bursts out with "I change my mind!! I want stick!!"

Shooting to her feet, she points at the cane-like object, a desperate look on her face, wondering if she made the right choice. At the same time, she has forgotten the unknown very mysterious shopkeeper's query.

Edited Jan 25th 2019 15:10

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