Re: Chult 1: OOC
Chultan, maybe?
DM Dread - The below is posted in the OOC thread because when I try to post in the main thread, it only lets me select my other character, not Syntari. Please repost over there when you get a chance?
[Private to Killian Darkwater: Killian - in my post below I describe your character incidentally to describing Syntari's actions and thoughts. Please let me know if you want me to change anything - it is not my intent to impose on your character a description you do not feel comfortable with.]
IC:
//Three hours previously//
The hulking lizardfolk pointed at the marking to the side of the path. The Elf nodded, silently. Port Nyranzaru. Soon, a place from which he could travel back to civilization!
Syntari looked at his travelling companion. Though its gait was as confident and smooth as ever, its crest was lying completely flat, giving it (him? her? Syntari could not tell, and did not care to ask) an unusually subdued air. Was it apprehensive about the town? No doubt, to it, Nyranzaru was civilization... bustling metropolis...
An interesting three days' journey through the fetid jungle, it had been. Quite a stroke of luck to have come across the massive lizardfolk, who, despite appearances, was actually fairly bright, probably at least as intelligent as a kobold. And if its dialect of Draconic was even coarser and more primitive than that spoken by koboldkind, well, it was still a sight better than trade pidgin. Darkwater had even evinced some interest in refining its command of the language. *If only father could see me now! Grammar tutor to a jungle monster...*
To be perfectly fair - which, occasionally, Syntari was wont to do - the education had not been entirely one-way. The lizardfolk demonstrated an amazing grasp of the nuances of the jungle's fauna and flora, and was generous enough to point out species of interest to the ever-inquisitive Elf. Apparently, among its kind, Darkwater was a... 'Jungle Walker' was a rough translation. Some sort of rude nature shaman. At all events, its knowledge of the jungle's ways would not have shamed an Elven druid. A particularly thick-witted, inexperienced Elven druid, but even so. A most impressive accomplishment.
More important than the lizardfolk's erudition, such as it was, was the fact that Darkwater appeared to have a rudimentary, but strongly held, moral sense. By the fall of the first night, Syntari was comfortable enough to enter trance in the creature's presence. In turn, when Darkwater took its rest, the Elf dutifully stood guard, discharging his sentry's responsibilities diligently. The lizardfolk, to its credit, did not once complain despite being woken nine or ten times, whenever the Northerner was disturbed by some eerie sound or suspicious movement - of which all but the visit from an eight-foot night python were false alarms. *Better safe than sorry.*
Well. In a day or three, he would be able to leave all this behind. Not a moment too soon.