Xivros takes his wings and obliging puts them on, rolling shoulders to test how the feel. "You reckon I could fly away with these things?" He chuckles. "Hey Mr. Midnight," *speaking loudly to ensure the goblin hears him.* "Gotta have a ticket and keep our wings on, any other rule we need to know?"
"Cause you work the booth, total Jerry move," he notes, chuckling, and taking the wings, despite not being the biggest fan of them, he'd really rather not get thrown out, he had suggested antennae instead once, in the past, but was presumably ignored, "it's an inside joke, you wouldn't understand, I think he gets it though" Marwan notes, gesturing at mischief before quickly going inside before Nikolas can retaliate, chuckling in a manner that suggests he was aware that his name was Nikolas the whole time and was just messing with him, he was not aware of the name, as he only really learnt the names of the people who worked the game booths and the people who work with animals "I'll lead you guys to wherever you want to go first, I suggest you keep at least 2 punches on your ticket, 1 punch after the big top show" he comes in close to whisper to them after they're a bit away from the booth "though, I might be able to help you get more than 8 punches out of your ticket with a bit of.... sleight of hand...shall we say, one silver per 'extra' punch, and you take all responsibility if they see through it" he offers, using Minor Illusion to make a small ticket piece, like that which is punched out of the tickets at the attractions, appear in his hand, which he holds out to the group for about 30 seconds before dropping it, he doesn't want any passerbys to see, and especially not anyone who works there, other than himself, he's only offering because the group looks like the type not to get caught
"rules schmules, xivy...can I call you xivy? whatever, just don't do anything stupid, like attack anything unprovoked, stealin', or cheatin' at the games, I wrote down all the rules, so you can just cross reference them " he forces an illegible note into Xivros' hands, Xivros isn't entirely sure it's in common, but it's not in sylvan, that's for sure. "That top one there is the one about the ticket, and then the second one is the butterfly one, and then you can figure it out from there," he notes with a shrug.
I'll roll a sleight-of-hand check for hiding the thing if you want me to, gm.
"Ah got enough coin for another ticket if we stay that long. Thanks all the same though, friend." Xivros, frowns at the illegible note, not entirely certain what to do with it, but he tucks it away for now and follows the others. "'Preciate the advice."
Listening intently to the unfolding exchanges, Mischief silently takes the colorful cloth butterfly wings handed to him. For a brief moment, he holds them up to the light, inspecting them as though they were some sort of arcane artifact, then affixes them onto his back. "Well, this is certainly a look," he comments, shifting his shoulders as if gauging the weight of the newly added wings.
As Marwan whispers about bending the ticket rules, Mischief leans in a bit. "A tempting offer, but let's hold off on any 'sleight of hand' for now. The night is young, and I'd hate to draw the ire of our... gracious hosts so soon." His eyes flash towards the goblin, then back to Marwan. "But keep that offer on the table, would you?"
He holds out a hand, palm open, towards Xivros. "Give me that note. I have a knack for deciphering even the most cryptic of scrawls." If Xivros hands it over, Mischief scrutinizes it, curious to see if he can make heads or tails of Marwan's chicken scratch.
"Alright, adventurers. Time for the all-important question—where to first? Dragonfly rides might be a bit, ah, cramped for our tall friend here," he gestures toward Xivros, "and Silversong lake does sound like a ballad waiting to happen. Marwan recommends the mystery mine or the big-top animal show. Votes?"
Though still very much into the upcoming escapades, that sense of curiosity—bordering on caution—about his unknown benefactor remains, manifesting as an occasional glance over his shoulder or subtle scanning of nearby faces. But for now, the focus is on immediate thrills.
"So," Mischief finally declares, "where does our fellowship wish to embark? The night won't enjoy itself, you know."
Just beyond the ticket booth, you see a brightly painted wagon. A merry tune spills forth from an instrument on the back. (This is the Calliope) A monkey wearing a cloak covered with buttons turns a handle at the wagon’s rear, sending music into the air from rows of golden whistles. As you watch, a goblin dressed as a ladybug toddles up to you, rattling a tin cup.
As you meander around the entrance, giant, singing flowers burst from the ground and serenade you. The ones nearest to Alys sound a little off, get very droopy, and start wilting before your very eyes.
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Latimer Trumador Human cleric 1 : Lost Mines of Phandelver
"Thank you, Jerry!" Alys says to Nikolas as she marches forward with the others, donning her butterfly wings. Inside out.
Alys spins once or twice as the vague, dream-like nostalgia rushes in. She smiles and sighs deeply. The smile fades as she scans the map.
"Say... I know this is a bit of an ask, friends, but... would you mind if we stopped by 'Lost Property'? I... I may have accidentally left something here last time I was here. After that we can burn through these tickets and buy more. What do ya say?"
Alys gives the ladybug goblin a copper piece and quickly shies away from the wilting flowers, smiling uncomfortably.
As you drop the coin into the cup, ladybug grunts and says "Thank you, but no." He returns the coin.
Then the monkey turning the crank turns and smiles at you. "Spare a button if you please, I’ll sew it next to all of these. I offer nothing in its place, Besides a smile upon my face."
Then the ladybug goblin shakes the can your way.
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Latimer Trumador Human cleric 1 : Lost Mines of Phandelver
Xivros happily hands the note over to Mischief. "Good luck there, Mr. Mischief." To Alys he raises his eyebrows. "Ah'd be happy to tag along there. Kinda got a feelin' 'bout it myself."
Marwan nods at mischief's words to keep the deal open silently, "You can look around lost property all you like, but I doubt you'll find your thing, I've looked around there day and night and Only found a ring. That's a song I heard from a bard who lost a string on his lute. Perhaps we'll have better luck, I'll lead you there" Marwan doesn't have any buttons, so he turns to the ladybug goblin "Sorry, don't got any that I can afford to spare."He admits, the note about the rules is equally as illegible to mischief as it was to Xivros, it's definitely not infernal, it almost looks like it, but it's definitely not, it's just too hard to comprehend the language it's in to read it. Marwan notices the wilting flowers by alys, mostly because he has an ear for music, and makes a mental note of it, he's curious now, looking to see if the grass by Alys has the same response.
Xivros digs into his pack for his spare set of clothes to pop off a button and drop it into the ladybug goblin's cup. "'preciate ya." He says with a wink.
Xivros takes his earned smile and can't help but give his own right back. He's about to move on with the others when he pauses and asks the monkey, "You got a favorite? Must git some interestin' buttons from all over."
Mischief studies the illegible note momentarily "Well, that's a mystery for another time," he says, handing it back to Xivros. "It's like trying to read the wind."
Upon seeing the button exchange, Mischief gets an idea. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a tarnished old button. He'd kept it ever since it fell off his first rogue-ish cloak. Though it was of little value, it was a keepsake of the adventures that had kicked off his journey. He flips it into the air, letting it land in Marigold's cup. "For your collection, Ernest," he says, looking at the monkey.
As Marwan observes Alys and the wilted flowers, Mischief too casts a sidelong glance at her, his curiosity piqued, idly noting if any should be daisies. He shrugs it off for now, though. There's an adventure waiting, after all.
"Lost Property it is, then. Lead the way, Marwan. Or should I say... Jerry," Mischief teases, giving Marwan a nudge as they start walking. He turns to Alys, "And let's hope we both find what we're looking for, eh?"
While following Marwan, Mischief keeps an eye out for anything particularly eye-catching or odd, not that 'odd' isn't already the carnival's stock-in-trade. But who knows? In a place like this, one man's 'odd' could be another man's clue.
"So, Alys, what'd you lose? I take stuff to the lost property place every now and then, maybe I've seen it, I can help you look if you can describe it. if you remember, that is, I dunno how long it's been since ya lost it." Marwan offers helpfully, as he gestures towards the 'lost property' tent he is leading Alys and whoever else wants to go toward, "I might be able to help you too, mischief" he seems to be under the impression they are talking about a physical object that they lost, though, he, of course, has lost something himself, he's not expecting to find it in lost property, that'd be too easy, but he has no real reason to believe that his companions aren't talking about physical items at the moment, aside from Alys, who he suspects may not be referring to an object due to the earlier flowers.
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Mischief casts a sideways glance at Marwan, a twinkle in his eye. "Oh, what I've lost isn't something you can touch. It's more like... something that got away. Let's say it's the sort of thing you might find between the lines of a tale, not inside a box in some lost and found."
Turning to Alys, he adds, "I'm curious as well. Must be something important for you to want to stop there first, eh?"
As they walk, Mischief stays on alert, not just for eye-catching oddities but also for any sign of what, or who, could have provided them with the mysterious tickets. It's clear this carnival holds more secrets than what's apparent to the eye, and he's itching to unravel them.
More thanks are expressed for the additional button. "No, not really a favorite, but some come from some very interesting places, so I cherish them all."
Let's give Carlin a chance to jump in, even if just to say "watching the others with curiosity", and then we will continue.
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Latimer Trumador Human cleric 1 : Lost Mines of Phandelver
Carlin has been looking around at everything from home, having left with the carnival the first time it came to town. "Things really don't change all that much do they?" She asks to no one in particular as she adjusts the fairy wings on her back. "...wait what were we talking about?"
Xivros looked down in surprise at the gnome, noticing her for the first time. "Lost things, ah think, miss. We're bound for the lost property tent." He leans down and offers a gloved hand to shake. "Xivros, a pleasure." He introduced himself with a smile and warm brown eyes.
Mischief's eyes sparkle as he sees Carlin, another wanderer of this wondrous carnival. "Ah, another curious soul! Welcome to our little troupe of seekers and dreamers. I'm Mischief, well met." He bows playfully, a cascade of shimmering confetti spilling from his hands as he rises back up. "We're all on a quest for lost things, it seems. Some tangible, some not. How about you? Lost anything worth finding again?"
Mischief keeps a hand near the concealed pocket where he stores his tricks and treats, just in case the carnival decides to present them with another whimsical—or dangerous—surprise.
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Xivros takes his wings and obliging puts them on, rolling shoulders to test how the feel. "You reckon I could fly away with these things?" He chuckles. "Hey Mr. Midnight," *speaking loudly to ensure the goblin hears him.* "Gotta have a ticket and keep our wings on, any other rule we need to know?"
"Cause you work the booth, total Jerry move," he notes, chuckling, and taking the wings, despite not being the biggest fan of them, he'd really rather not get thrown out, he had suggested antennae instead once, in the past, but was presumably ignored, "it's an inside joke, you wouldn't understand, I think he gets it though" Marwan notes, gesturing at mischief before quickly going inside before Nikolas can retaliate, chuckling in a manner that suggests he was aware that his name was Nikolas the whole time and was just messing with him, he was not aware of the name, as he only really learnt the names of the people who worked the game booths and the people who work with animals "I'll lead you guys to wherever you want to go first, I suggest you keep at least 2 punches on your ticket, 1 punch after the big top show" he comes in close to whisper to them after they're a bit away from the booth "though, I might be able to help you get more than 8 punches out of your ticket with a bit of.... sleight of hand...shall we say, one silver per 'extra' punch, and you take all responsibility if they see through it" he offers, using Minor Illusion to make a small ticket piece, like that which is punched out of the tickets at the attractions, appear in his hand, which he holds out to the group for about 30 seconds before dropping it, he doesn't want any passerbys to see, and especially not anyone who works there, other than himself, he's only offering because the group looks like the type not to get caught
"rules schmules, xivy...can I call you xivy? whatever, just don't do anything stupid, like attack anything unprovoked, stealin', or cheatin' at the games, I wrote down all the rules, so you can just cross reference them " he forces an illegible note into Xivros' hands, Xivros isn't entirely sure it's in common, but it's not in sylvan, that's for sure. "That top one there is the one about the ticket, and then the second one is the butterfly one, and then you can figure it out from there," he notes with a shrug.
I'll roll a sleight-of-hand check for hiding the thing if you want me to, gm.
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Marwan Silvercreek - level 1 halfling bard
"Ah got enough coin for another ticket if we stay that long. Thanks all the same though, friend." Xivros, frowns at the illegible note, not entirely certain what to do with it, but he tucks it away for now and follows the others. "'Preciate the advice."
"Yah, like he says, don't go beatin' on anyone. Don't steal nothin'. Just be nice and have fun."
Latimer Trumador Human cleric 1 : Lost Mines of Phandelver
Listening intently to the unfolding exchanges, Mischief silently takes the colorful cloth butterfly wings handed to him. For a brief moment, he holds them up to the light, inspecting them as though they were some sort of arcane artifact, then affixes them onto his back. "Well, this is certainly a look," he comments, shifting his shoulders as if gauging the weight of the newly added wings.
As Marwan whispers about bending the ticket rules, Mischief leans in a bit. "A tempting offer, but let's hold off on any 'sleight of hand' for now. The night is young, and I'd hate to draw the ire of our... gracious hosts so soon." His eyes flash towards the goblin, then back to Marwan. "But keep that offer on the table, would you?"
He holds out a hand, palm open, towards Xivros. "Give me that note. I have a knack for deciphering even the most cryptic of scrawls." If Xivros hands it over, Mischief scrutinizes it, curious to see if he can make heads or tails of Marwan's chicken scratch.
"Alright, adventurers. Time for the all-important question—where to first? Dragonfly rides might be a bit, ah, cramped for our tall friend here," he gestures toward Xivros, "and Silversong lake does sound like a ballad waiting to happen. Marwan recommends the mystery mine or the big-top animal show. Votes?"
Though still very much into the upcoming escapades, that sense of curiosity—bordering on caution—about his unknown benefactor remains, manifesting as an occasional glance over his shoulder or subtle scanning of nearby faces. But for now, the focus is on immediate thrills.
"So," Mischief finally declares, "where does our fellowship wish to embark? The night won't enjoy itself, you know."
Just beyond the ticket booth, you see a brightly painted wagon. A merry tune spills forth from an instrument on the back. (This is the Calliope) A monkey wearing a cloak covered with buttons turns a handle at the wagon’s rear, sending music into the air from rows of golden whistles. As you watch, a goblin dressed as a ladybug toddles up to you, rattling a tin cup.
As you meander around the entrance, giant, singing flowers burst from the ground and serenade you. The ones nearest to Alys sound a little off, get very droopy, and start wilting before your very eyes.
Latimer Trumador Human cleric 1 : Lost Mines of Phandelver
"Thank you, Jerry!" Alys says to Nikolas as she marches forward with the others, donning her butterfly wings. Inside out.
Alys spins once or twice as the vague, dream-like nostalgia rushes in. She smiles and sighs deeply. The smile fades as she scans the map.
"Say... I know this is a bit of an ask, friends, but... would you mind if we stopped by 'Lost Property'? I... I may have accidentally left something here last time I was here. After that we can burn through these tickets and buy more. What do ya say?"
Alys gives the ladybug goblin a copper piece and quickly shies away from the wilting flowers, smiling uncomfortably.
As you drop the coin into the cup, ladybug grunts and says "Thank you, but no." He returns the coin.
Then the monkey turning the crank turns and smiles at you.
"Spare a button if you please,
I’ll sew it next to all of these.
I offer nothing in its place,
Besides a smile upon my face."
Then the ladybug goblin shakes the can your way.
Latimer Trumador Human cleric 1 : Lost Mines of Phandelver
Xivros happily hands the note over to Mischief. "Good luck there, Mr. Mischief." To Alys he raises his eyebrows. "Ah'd be happy to tag along there. Kinda got a feelin' 'bout it myself."
Marwan nods at mischief's words to keep the deal open silently, "You can look around lost property all you like, but I doubt you'll find your thing, I've looked around there day and night and Only found a ring. That's a song I heard from a bard who lost a string on his lute. Perhaps we'll have better luck, I'll lead you there" Marwan doesn't have any buttons, so he turns to the ladybug goblin "Sorry, don't got any that I can afford to spare." He admits, the note about the rules is equally as illegible to mischief as it was to Xivros, it's definitely not infernal, it almost looks like it, but it's definitely not, it's just too hard to comprehend the language it's in to read it. Marwan notices the wilting flowers by alys, mostly because he has an ear for music, and makes a mental note of it, he's curious now, looking to see if the grass by Alys has the same response.
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Marwan Silvercreek - level 1 halfling bard
Xivros digs into his pack for his spare set of clothes to pop off a button and drop it into the ladybug goblin's cup. "'preciate ya." He says with a wink.
The letter is not decipherable to anyone looking at it. The grass seems unaffected.
The ladybug goblin smiles and hops over to the monkey. "Got a winner, Ernest! A delightful little button."
The monkey holds out his hand as the goblin pours the button from the cup. "It is beautiful, Marigold. I will sew this on tonight!"
Latimer Trumador Human cleric 1 : Lost Mines of Phandelver
Xivros takes his earned smile and can't help but give his own right back. He's about to move on with the others when he pauses and asks the monkey, "You got a favorite? Must git some interestin' buttons from all over."
Mischief studies the illegible note momentarily "Well, that's a mystery for another time," he says, handing it back to Xivros. "It's like trying to read the wind."
Upon seeing the button exchange, Mischief gets an idea. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a tarnished old button. He'd kept it ever since it fell off his first rogue-ish cloak. Though it was of little value, it was a keepsake of the adventures that had kicked off his journey. He flips it into the air, letting it land in Marigold's cup. "For your collection, Ernest," he says, looking at the monkey.
As Marwan observes Alys and the wilted flowers, Mischief too casts a sidelong glance at her, his curiosity piqued, idly noting if any should be daisies. He shrugs it off for now, though. There's an adventure waiting, after all.
"Lost Property it is, then. Lead the way, Marwan. Or should I say... Jerry," Mischief teases, giving Marwan a nudge as they start walking. He turns to Alys, "And let's hope we both find what we're looking for, eh?"
While following Marwan, Mischief keeps an eye out for anything particularly eye-catching or odd, not that 'odd' isn't already the carnival's stock-in-trade. But who knows? In a place like this, one man's 'odd' could be another man's clue.
"So, Alys, what'd you lose? I take stuff to the lost property place every now and then, maybe I've seen it, I can help you look if you can describe it. if you remember, that is, I dunno how long it's been since ya lost it." Marwan offers helpfully, as he gestures towards the 'lost property' tent he is leading Alys and whoever else wants to go toward, "I might be able to help you too, mischief" he seems to be under the impression they are talking about a physical object that they lost, though, he, of course, has lost something himself, he's not expecting to find it in lost property, that'd be too easy, but he has no real reason to believe that his companions aren't talking about physical items at the moment, aside from Alys, who he suspects may not be referring to an object due to the earlier flowers.
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Marwan Silvercreek - level 1 halfling bard
Mischief casts a sideways glance at Marwan, a twinkle in his eye. "Oh, what I've lost isn't something you can touch. It's more like... something that got away. Let's say it's the sort of thing you might find between the lines of a tale, not inside a box in some lost and found."
Turning to Alys, he adds, "I'm curious as well. Must be something important for you to want to stop there first, eh?"
As they walk, Mischief stays on alert, not just for eye-catching oddities but also for any sign of what, or who, could have provided them with the mysterious tickets. It's clear this carnival holds more secrets than what's apparent to the eye, and he's itching to unravel them.
More thanks are expressed for the additional button. "No, not really a favorite, but some come from some very interesting places, so I cherish them all."
Let's give Carlin a chance to jump in, even if just to say "watching the others with curiosity", and then we will continue.
Latimer Trumador Human cleric 1 : Lost Mines of Phandelver
Carlin has been looking around at everything from home, having left with the carnival the first time it came to town. "Things really don't change all that much do they?" She asks to no one in particular as she adjusts the fairy wings on her back. "...wait what were we talking about?"
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Xivros looked down in surprise at the gnome, noticing her for the first time. "Lost things, ah think, miss. We're bound for the lost property tent." He leans down and offers a gloved hand to shake. "Xivros, a pleasure." He introduced himself with a smile and warm brown eyes.
Mischief's eyes sparkle as he sees Carlin, another wanderer of this wondrous carnival. "Ah, another curious soul! Welcome to our little troupe of seekers and dreamers. I'm Mischief, well met." He bows playfully, a cascade of shimmering confetti spilling from his hands as he rises back up. "We're all on a quest for lost things, it seems. Some tangible, some not. How about you? Lost anything worth finding again?"
Mischief keeps a hand near the concealed pocket where he stores his tricks and treats, just in case the carnival decides to present them with another whimsical—or dangerous—surprise.