Gallias You hear footsteps approaching, and peeking around the corner you see the evidence of a person - a bit of hair, the flash of an eye. Then, it pulls back before whoever it is fully reveals themselves.
A man walks down the hall towards you, wearing dark clothes of velvet and leather, with gold embroidery along the chest of his jacket. A golden pin makes it's home on his left breast, looking like an icosohedron. The man is a pale skinned human, certainly not one of the local races, and has a face that would be easy to forget.
Following behind him is a second man, this one a dwarf with tanned skin and a full black beard. He wears green robes - in fact, he is a Green Robe, if the outfit is of any indication, and he keeps several paces back from the other man. "You aren't supposed to be this way," The Green Robe tells you, crossing his arms but still, keeping behind the man in black and gold, who raises a hand to quiet his dwarven companion.
"Perhaps not," The man in black and gold smiles, "But you cannot stifle curiosity, and it appears a Crimguard had abandoned his post. Our friend here merely took the invitation offered to him by an open walkway. Name's Alonzo Amerighi," He introduces, stepping forward and offering his hand to you.
'Gallias.' Said Gallias as he shakes the hand offered to him. 'Apologies. It is my first time visiting the National Library and in my enthusiasm I seem to have taken a wrong turn somewhere.' He flashes the two men a somewhat sheepish smile. 'Big fan of books, you see.'
Gallias looks from the man in black and gold to the dwarf in green robes and back to the man. 'What's a Crimguard?' He asks before following it up with a more sensible question. 'Am I in trouble?' ----------- Is the black and gold uniform something that is publically known? And I would like to make an Insight check on the two if allowed: 17
Finn &Valor (15) "I... I... I c-c-can't tell you," He says in a quiet whisper, and you can tell that he's being honest with you both, "You're the... You both... Er... Well, y-you're n-not..."
He sighs, and he knocks his head against the shelf a few times. "R-red is V-valiant, l-like the Crimguard--" He finally says, as if deciding it's okay if he tells you this much, "Please, I c-can't say anymore!"
Gallias (17) You don't recognize the black and gold uniform, much like the Green Robes it seems particular to whatever strange organization is running this event. Based on this Green Robe not having an emblem, however, and the power imbalance the two seem to have, you imagine that whoever Alonzo Amerighi is he's decidedly more important than the so far nameless man behind him.
As Alonzo eyes you, you feel like he's almost... Sizing you up. Like a morsel to be devoured. Yet, he doesn't seem like a threat, and seems almost enamored by your presence. "The Crimguard," Alonzo speaks slowly, "Are our friendly red-armored fellows out there. Protectors, of a sort. Some of the best of the best, in fact. Could crush a man's head with their bare hands, if given the order." As he speaks he seems keen on your reactions.
"And don't worry, Gallias, I don't plan on calling one down. I find you've come at just the right time, actually. Could we get your opinion on something?"
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”Ok. Thank you Miss Winfield. I won’t stray too far” Beorro said as he examined his hand and wondered what that green color might mean. Surely they will start providing some answers once we get to this choosing..
Beorro turned and headed toward the nearest shelf of books. He had always loved reading, but his hermit lifestyle did not bring many books his way. When will I ever have another chance to explore such an enormous collection of ideas, stories, and knowledge? I think I’ll pick through a few of these while I wait.
Beorro You wander through the shelves seeking something of interest and pass through shelf upon shelf of history, religion, and the arcane before something sticks out to you. One particular tome appears out of order. The title of the book by the spine is "Transmutation And...", which seems to be some kind of educational text on Transmutation.
Beorro Though the book looks quite heavy, it's actually lighter than you expect as you heft it. The cover is rather unimpressive. The leather is dyed blue, and there is gold-toned script on the front displaying the title, as well as an author name (Varys Tellanan). A sub-title reads: "For the Flavorful Magician!"
Within the book you discover that it's a cookbook for Transmutation mages, explaining how to use magic to create flavours, cook various dishes, or even duplicate them over a large scale. A few pages in, however, the book stops: And instead there is a large hole carved through the pages. The hole contains a piece of parchment, rolled and wrapped with twine.
"Thank you, thank you friend," Valor says to Renford, "I won't bother you anymore," she adds walking away from the wizard and motioning for Peacegrove to come with her. "You were gold right or was it green," she asks the half-elf with a curiously lifted brow absentmindedly stroking the scar on her neck barely visible under her tunic, cloak, and armour.
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Finn side-eyes the peculiar man, but complies with Valor's gesture and follows along. "The crystal showed gold for me. I would assume it determines the amount of talent of the one who touches it. Or maybe the type of talent...? Regardless, I'm not too concerned about it. You've just got to be optimistic about these things." He gives her a friendly pat on the back, a smile on his lips.
"Quite an odd collection here, though. I hope they're thorough in their vetting process. Some of these individuals," glancing towards the boy struggling with the rapier and the anxious baker woman, "are probably better off where they are. I'm sure their intentions are good, but they may be a little too ambitious for their own well-being." Finn sizes up this woman standing slightly taller than him. "You, on the other hand, appear quite capable of handling yourself."
(17) You don't recognize the black and gold uniform, much like the Green Robes it seems particular to whatever strange organization is running this event. Based on this Green Robe not having an emblem, however, and the power imbalance the two seem to have, you imagine that whoever Alonzo Amerighi is he's decidedly more important than the so far nameless man behind him.
As Alonzo eyes you, you feel like he's almost... Sizing you up. Like a morsel to be devoured. Yet, he doesn't seem like a threat, and seems almost enamored by your presence. "The Crimguard," Alonzo speaks slowly, "Are our friendly red-armored fellows out there. Protectors, of a sort. Some of the best of the best, in fact. Could crush a man's head with their bare hands, if given the order." As he speaks he seems keen on your reactions.
"And don't worry, Gallias, I don't plan on calling one down. I find you've come at just the right time, actually. Could we get your opinion on something?"
Gallias mentally files away the information on the Crimguard. Especially the last part about the crushing a man's head. Not something one would casually bring up in a conversation. Important to remember then.
'Sure.' He replies to Alonzo. 'I have some time to spare. What can I help you with?'
Gallias "Roque, if you will," Alonzo commands, crossing his arms as the Green Robe steps forth somewhat tentatively.
Roque presents to you the following, albeit nervously, and often looking to Alonzo as if seeking approval, "Er, alright, so you enter a room, and the door seals behind you. In the room there's, er... Well, there's a collection of artifacts. Old journals and tomes containing mysteries lost to time... Ancient weapons holding hidden magic... Priceless jewels and paintings worth millions... And then some other items, more simply, like the tooth of some beast you might never see, and things that appear otherwise worthless. I'm uh, the curious sort so I would pick the--"
"He doesn't care what you would pick, Roque," Alonzo's tone cuts down any momentum Roque had built, and the man just nods and takes a step back. Alonzo continues from where Roque left off, "One of these items is the key to your escape, and it's the one which attunes most definitely to your being. Which is it? And do be honest, please, it should help settle something between us."
Beorro, Finn, Valor Your attention is caught by a happening in the lobby. Some foppish looking elven gentleman flanked by two red-armored guards.
The foppish gent has his arms crossed and his toe tapping, and you can somewhat hear from where you are as he complains about the "riff-raff" that have been permitted entry into the selection process.
"I pay my dues to this city," He seethes angrily, brushing off one of the guards with haughty force, "I simply don't understand why I am being forced to wait at all! Let alone with people like... Like her!" He gestures to the baker woman that Finn had played a lullaby for earlier, who looked down at her feet. "Those of us who have something to offer should be fast-tracked to the next step!"
Valor you notice as a woman in the crowd behind him, who's hand deftly fixes itself into his pocket, and back out with a small coinpurse. The fop obviously doesn't notice.
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Finn quietly strums on his lyre, casting Minor Illusion. The rude man's pants turn dark around the crotch, slowly spreading downward.
Raising a finger, Finn steps forward grimacing. "Ahem! If I may interject. At least this woman has the decency to show up unsoiled. You should really control yourself. And even if you were selected," he continues, "an elitist jerk is hardly hero material."
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Is the black and gold uniform something that is publically known?
And I would like to make an Insight check on the two if allowed: 17
William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
Finn & Valor
(15) "I... I... I c-c-can't tell you," He says in a quiet whisper, and you can tell that he's being honest with you both, "You're the... You both... Er... Well, y-you're n-not..."
He sighs, and he knocks his head against the shelf a few times. "R-red is V-valiant, l-like the Crimguard--" He finally says, as if deciding it's okay if he tells you this much, "Please, I c-can't say anymore!"
Gallias
(17) You don't recognize the black and gold uniform, much like the Green Robes it seems particular to whatever strange organization is running this event. Based on this Green Robe not having an emblem, however, and the power imbalance the two seem to have, you imagine that whoever Alonzo Amerighi is he's decidedly more important than the so far nameless man behind him.
As Alonzo eyes you, you feel like he's almost... Sizing you up. Like a morsel to be devoured. Yet, he doesn't seem like a threat, and seems almost enamored by your presence. "The Crimguard," Alonzo speaks slowly, "Are our friendly red-armored fellows out there. Protectors, of a sort. Some of the best of the best, in fact. Could crush a man's head with their bare hands, if given the order." As he speaks he seems keen on your reactions.
"And don't worry, Gallias, I don't plan on calling one down. I find you've come at just the right time, actually. Could we get your opinion on something?"
”Ok. Thank you Miss Winfield. I won’t stray too far” Beorro said as he examined his hand and wondered what that green color might mean. Surely they will start providing some answers once we get to this choosing..
Beorro turned and headed toward the nearest shelf of books. He had always loved reading, but his hermit lifestyle did not bring many books his way. When will I ever have another chance to explore such an enormous collection of ideas, stories, and knowledge? I think I’ll pick through a few of these while I wait.
investigation check: 16
Beorro
You wander through the shelves seeking something of interest and pass through shelf upon shelf of history, religion, and the arcane before something sticks out to you. One particular tome appears out of order. The title of the book by the spine is "Transmutation And...", which seems to be some kind of educational text on Transmutation.
What do you do?
Beorro pulled the book “Transmutation and..” from the shelf and examined the covers before opening.
(That would be a perception check right? 5)
Beorro
Though the book looks quite heavy, it's actually lighter than you expect as you heft it. The cover is rather unimpressive. The leather is dyed blue, and there is gold-toned script on the front displaying the title, as well as an author name (Varys Tellanan). A sub-title reads: "For the Flavorful Magician!"
Within the book you discover that it's a cookbook for Transmutation mages, explaining how to use magic to create flavours, cook various dishes, or even duplicate them over a large scale. A few pages in, however, the book stops: And instead there is a large hole carved through the pages. The hole contains a piece of parchment, rolled and wrapped with twine.
"Thank you, thank you friend," Valor says to Renford, "I won't bother you anymore," she adds walking away from the wizard and motioning for Peacegrove to come with her. "You were gold right or was it green," she asks the half-elf with a curiously lifted brow absentmindedly stroking the scar on her neck barely visible under her tunic, cloak, and armour.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Finn side-eyes the peculiar man, but complies with Valor's gesture and follows along. "The crystal showed gold for me. I would assume it determines the amount of talent of the one who touches it. Or maybe the type of talent...? Regardless, I'm not too concerned about it. You've just got to be optimistic about these things." He gives her a friendly pat on the back, a smile on his lips.
"Quite an odd collection here, though. I hope they're thorough in their vetting process. Some of these individuals," glancing towards the boy struggling with the rapier and the anxious baker woman, "are probably better off where they are. I'm sure their intentions are good, but they may be a little too ambitious for their own well-being." Finn sizes up this woman standing slightly taller than him. "You, on the other hand, appear quite capable of handling yourself."
Beorro carefully removed the rolled up parchment, careful not to damage it or attact attention to what he was doing.
He slowly and carefully opened the parchment to see what was written inside.
Beorro
The object is a Spell Scroll which seems to contain the 1st level spell Goodberry. This item has been added to your inventory.
Oh wow that’s a handy spell. I’m sure no one will mind if I just... Beorro slipped the scroll into his backpack and placed the book back on the shelf.
Beorro, Finn, and Valor
Make a Perception check.
Perception check: 8
Valor looks around to see if anything is developing around her in the library. 15
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
Gallias
"Roque, if you will," Alonzo commands, crossing his arms as the Green Robe steps forth somewhat tentatively.
Roque presents to you the following, albeit nervously, and often looking to Alonzo as if seeking approval, "Er, alright, so you enter a room, and the door seals behind you. In the room there's, er... Well, there's a collection of artifacts. Old journals and tomes containing mysteries lost to time... Ancient weapons holding hidden magic... Priceless jewels and paintings worth millions... And then some other items, more simply, like the tooth of some beast you might never see, and things that appear otherwise worthless. I'm uh, the curious sort so I would pick the--"
"He doesn't care what you would pick, Roque," Alonzo's tone cuts down any momentum Roque had built, and the man just nods and takes a step back. Alonzo continues from where Roque left off, "One of these items is the key to your escape, and it's the one which attunes most definitely to your being. Which is it? And do be honest, please, it should help settle something between us."
Perception check 12
Beorro, Finn, Valor
Your attention is caught by a happening in the lobby. Some foppish looking elven gentleman flanked by two red-armored guards.
The foppish gent has his arms crossed and his toe tapping, and you can somewhat hear from where you are as he complains about the "riff-raff" that have been permitted entry into the selection process.
"I pay my dues to this city," He seethes angrily, brushing off one of the guards with haughty force, "I simply don't understand why I am being forced to wait at all! Let alone with people like... Like her!" He gestures to the baker woman that Finn had played a lullaby for earlier, who looked down at her feet. "Those of us who have something to offer should be fast-tracked to the next step!"
Valor you notice as a woman in the crowd behind him, who's hand deftly fixes itself into his pocket, and back out with a small coinpurse. The fop obviously doesn't notice.
Finn quietly strums on his lyre, casting Minor Illusion. The rude man's pants turn dark around the crotch, slowly spreading downward.
Raising a finger, Finn steps forward grimacing. "Ahem! If I may interject. At least this woman has the decency to show up unsoiled. You should really control yourself. And even if you were selected," he continues, "an elitist jerk is hardly hero material."
Deception check (with advantage): 24
Finn
Make a Deception check with Advantage.