You all have ben traveling, trying to make a name for yourselves. Currently, everyone is in som large bustling city. Maybe a few are in the same city, but it's just a passing through kinda thing, so I won't bother to name any of them. You are all staying wherever you are. You receive a small package. No one knows who sent it, or where it came from. Inside, there is an envelope and a larrge pouch. Inside the envelope is a letter:
To the Worthy Aspirant,
Your deeds, though yet unsung by the bards, have reached the ears of one who watches from afar. You may not know me, but I have seen in you a spark of greatness, the mark of a future knight whose name shall be etched into legend. It is for this reason I have secured your place in the upcoming Grand Tournament of Valoria—a contest where only the brave, the skilled, and the truly noble shall prevail.
You will find enclosed your entry token and a modest advance of gold to prepare yourself for the trials ahead. Know this: you are not alone. There are others like you, chosen for their unique talents. Together, you will compete as Team Gilmyer—a name that, in time, will be whispered with awe.
In unity, strength. In valour, glory. Trust in your companions, for the road to knighthood is not one that can be walked alone.
At the first late on the second day from when you receive this letter, make your way to The Silver Chalice. A tavern, just outside the tournament grounds. There, you will meet your fellow challengers and receive further instructions. The time of reckoning approaches. I will be watching.
- A Friend in the Shadows
There is no stamp of any kind on the letter. Inside the pouch is 75 gold, apparently for preparing yourselves for the tournament. Along with the gold, there is a large wooden token, with a yellow symbol painted on. The symbol is some sort of really fancy 'G', with the profiles of several animals worked in. Each animal is clearly a master of different skills. There is an eagle, a bear, a lion, and several others. There is also a tunic that can go over armour, bearing the crest, if that's what it is.
Regarding the tournament. Valoria, which is the second largest city in the kingdom, topped only by the capital, hosts a grand tournament every 5 years. This is a chance for vteran knights, known all throughout the land to re-establish their fame, and prove that they have lost nothing over the years, but it is also a time when aspiring warriors can make a name for themselves, and be noticed by the guilds that will be represented. The tournament includes everything from archery, to jousting, to all out melee. Well anyone is allowed to enter, the first few challenges are designed to rat out those who have simply no chance of winning, and therefor have no business there at all. There could be several reasons why none of you have entered in the past. You could've been scarred off by the competition, you may not've wanted to pay the entry fee, you could've been to young to stand a chance, or something else. As I mentioned earlier, you are all in a fairly large city. The gold was provided so that you can buy what you'd need for the challenge ahead, but obviously you can use it for whatever. You can find pretty much anything you'd need where you are, though anything magic would be a little harder.
Torgar reads the letter and collects the gold. This Grand Tournament sounds exactly what he needs to elevate his position enough to be seriously considered for a higher rank in the army. He goes over to his command lead and shows him the letter also, but strangely enough he is already aware of the situation. I received a letter as well not too long ago detailing exactly what would happen to me if I refused to let you out of my service to enter this tournament. I'm not stupid enough to get involved with whatever you got yourself caught up in. Go. Bring us honor... and good luck. You deserve this. Torgar nods solemnly and walks off. He ponders about the gold and any preparations he might need but decided to just keep it and save it up for a bigger spend later. He gets on his horse (thank you DM) and makes his way to Valoria.
Sirin "Silverblade" Aeron rode into the courtyard of The Silver Chalice as dusk began to settle, the sky painted in shades of deep purple and gold. The tavern stood just outside the tournament grounds, its stone walls and iron lanterns giving it a sturdy, welcoming feel. Monty’s hooves clopped against the cobblestones as Sirin dismounted, her fingers brushing the military saddle she had invested in, a symbol of her readiness for what lay ahead. She paused a moment, taking in the bustling activity around her. Competitors, merchants, and spectators were already gathering for Valoria’s famed tournament. It was a lively crowd, full of energy and anticipation, but Sirin was used to such scenes. Her sharp eyes picked out the nuances—who was here for glory, who for gold, and who simply sought to survive the ordeal.
Her silver-streaked black hair caught the evening breeze as she adjusted her new studded leather armor, the familiar weight of her rapier at her side a comforting presence. The wooden token with the elaborate 'G' and animal profiles sat securely in her pouch, a reminder of the mysterious benefactor who had arranged her entry. With a pat on Monty's neck, she led him toward the tavern's stable, knowing he'd be well looked after while she took care of business inside. Sirin gave the stable hand a quick nod before turning and walking toward the entrance of The Silver Chalice. Her stride was confident, her gaze sharp as she scanned the area for signs of her soon-to-be companions. She didn't know who they'd be yet, but they, like her, had been chosen. There was a thrill in that thought—being part of something greater, even if she had yet to meet the others.
The warm glow of lanterns spilled out as she entered the tavern, the murmur of voices and the clink of mugs forming a familiar soundtrack. She slipped through the crowd with ease, her presence both commanding and elusive. A few eyes lingered on her, likely recognizing her from the fencing circuits, but Sirin wasn’t here for fame or reputation tonight. She approached the tavern’s back corner, where a few other figures had already gathered, each bearing the same crest she did. The tunic marking them as Team Glmyer was unmistakable. Sirin rested a hand on her rapier’s hilt, a roguish smile playing on her lips as she drew closer.
“Looks like I’m not the only one summoned by a friend in the shadows,” she said, her voice smooth and teasing, breaking the ice with her future comrades. Her light blue eyes flicked to each person at the table, sizing them up quickly before she took a seat. She had arrived, and soon, they would be tested—not just by the tournament, but by each other.
Keshin was already in Valoria when he received the letter. Perched atop a building, he read it carefully, before looking at it like it was about to burst aflame. He stuffed it in his pocket and wondered if whoever was helping him had their head attached to their shoulders properly. He wasn't meant for such grand things, he was a spy for gods sakes. But, he supposed, if someone went out of the way to get him into this damn thing, he might as well perform. He put the tunic on, stuffed the gold into his pouch, and afixed the crest to his tunic. "Not so subtle, is it?" He murmured to himself as he slid off the roof of the building he was on carefully and landed on the ground silently, making his way to the Silver Chalice as he was told to. Once he got there, he sat down and waited silently, trying to ignore the stares he was getting, both curious and malicious alike. He ordered a drink, then went over the letter a couple times again before he heard a woman's voice call out to him. Looking up from the letter, he tried his best to make a good first impression with a good old friendly smile, but it came out more forced than he'd like and he gave up with a sigh. "If it isn't the renowned 'Silverblade'. Guess I shouldn't be surprised that someone of your caliber is participating in a tournament like Valoria's." He sighed, sitting up properly before holding out a hand. "The name's Keshin, intelligence officer of the kingdom of Niki. Pleasure to be working with you."
“Renowned? Well, aren’t you kind,”Sirin said with a light chuckle, waving off the compliment. “But please, you and the rest of our team can feel free to call me Sirin. ‘Sir’ Aeron, in a way,” she added with a playful wink, clearly not minding the knightly implication. “Though the actual title eludes me for now.”
"An intelligence officer, huh? Impressive," she continued, her tone shifting to one of genuine respect. "Seems we really will have a variety of beasts on this team, just like the emblem shows. You’re the eagle then, I’m guessing? Sharp-eyed and clever, swooping in when the enemy least expects it. Hm...then what does that make me?”She mused aloud, her eyes narrowing playfully.“Maybe the lion. Bold, fearless, always ready for a fight...Actually, if I had to pick, I’d say I’m more like a weasel of some kind—quick, agile, hard to hit. Always darting in and out before anyone knows what hit them."
There's no problem with it, but not sure if you want to be fastening the tokens to your tunics. You need them to get into the tournament. If you were to lose it, there's not much chance you could gee a replacement. Also, I love that you are describing things so much Emile. Saves me the work of explaining the tavern. : )
Keshin shrugged. "Ah, it's not that impressive. I'm just too thin to swing a sword is all." Then he chuckled at the prospect of being an eagle. "Well, I suppose so. I didn't even think about it like that." He sat back as she mused, a small smile playing on his lips as he watched the enthusiastic half-elf muse about what animal she could be. "A fox" he thought to himself, as he took a sip from his drink.
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Torgar, just arriving to the city, makes his way to a local bath house. He is travel worn and smells none too fresh. He personally doesn’t mind the smell, having gone longer and in tougher conditions during battle; but he is fully aware that first impressions could be a last impression if poor enough. After getting cleaned up, he sharpened his axes and made himself as presentable as he knew how. Walking into the tavern he sees two people at a table both wearing the same symbol he received. Walking up he introduces himself. Hello there, I am Torgar, member of the La’hovia army, 1st squadron. I have been recruited into Team Glymer, are you also members? I too have a token like yours. Do either of you know who our benefactor is? He sits down with them and orders an ale.
That's just my way of saying I'm in work on an entry DM...like I've seen this... Anyways
After having returned from his training regimen to his sleeping quarters in Velaria. Danami saw the package resting on the bed. After taking a few moments to scan over the letter and review it's content, he set out into town to go buy some very vital things for his chance in the competition. Now, it wasn't his most skilled weapon by far, but with the gold he had received as an advancement, Danami purchased himself a very sharp Greataxe. It would serve his needs just fine for the time being and he would get by with it until something else could be done. He also went by the armorer to pick himself up some splint armor.
Now, that he was feeling a little bit more the part Danami went by the local stable and showed this received paperwork granting him a horse and went and selected a beautiful riding horse. He then made his way to the Silver Chalice to and sat down looked around to see what his team consisted of.
Sirin turned as the large human approached, instantly noting the military bearing in his stride. She grinned and stood up, offering him a quick, respectful salute, clearly pleased by his presence.
“Well met, Torgar,” she greeted, her tone warm. “A member of the La’hovia army, 1st squadron? Glad to have a real military man on our team.” She glanced up and down, sizing him up. His broad frame and powerful build left little to the imagination—he’s the bear, she decided. Large, strong, reliable. Perfect for the front lines. She motioned to an empty seat at their table. “We’re Team Glymer too. I’m Sirin Aeron, and this here is Keshin.”
As Torgar settled in and ordered his ale, Sirin’s eyes flicked over to the quiet sable elf who had just entered. His presence was less imposing than the human’s, but there was something about him—an air of mysticism, like he carried more than just the weight of a greataxe. A drake, she thought, sizing him up as well. Powerful, but with a magical force that ran beneath the surface.
“We don’t know much about our benefactor, I’m afraid,” she said, turning back to Torgar with a shrug. “Just someone who thinks we’re worth watching, I suppose. But with you here, and our silent friend with the axe over there, it looks like we’re building a solid team.” She leaned back in her chair, looking between the two new arrivals, a playful smile on her lips.
Danami looked around at the few patrons in the bar. Arather stout red haired and bearded soldier of sorts just say down with a young lady warrior that seemed to be from the aristocratic sorts. Danami went over to the bar and sat down. Fom his pack, Danami pulled out his mess kit, a ration, and the banner with the emblem of the heavily embellished "G" and laid it down so as to broadcast it for the few patrons milling about enjoying theirselves. He pulled the hood of his cloak back to reveal the silvery white tendrils of his hair and began eating. He was definitely going to need his energy to win a tournament.
"Ah, our friend over there is shy it seems. Best not crowd him, methinks." Sirin observes, looking to Torgar with a glint in her eyes, "Say, Torgar, how about a game? My specialty is Three-Dragon Ante, but whatever you know will be fine."Clearly she is the competitive sort.
Torgar, tapping into experience with strategy from battle pulls out all the tricks he knows! Beginner’s luck is really a thing! We shall see how the next game goes! Double or nothing? And keeps the 2gp on the table for his bet.
You all have ben traveling, trying to make a name for yourselves. Currently, everyone is in som large bustling city. Maybe a few are in the same city, but it's just a passing through kinda thing, so I won't bother to name any of them.
You are all staying wherever you are. You receive a small package. No one knows who sent it, or where it came from.
Inside, there is an envelope and a larrge pouch.
Inside the envelope is a letter:
To the Worthy Aspirant,
Your deeds, though yet unsung by the bards, have reached the ears of one who watches from afar. You may not know me, but I have seen in you a spark of greatness, the mark of a future knight whose name shall be etched into legend. It is for this reason I have secured your place in the upcoming Grand Tournament of Valoria—a contest where only the brave, the skilled, and the truly noble shall prevail.
You will find enclosed your entry token and a modest advance of gold to prepare yourself for the trials ahead. Know this: you are not alone. There are others like you, chosen for their unique talents. Together, you will compete as Team Gilmyer—a name that, in time, will be whispered with awe.
In unity, strength. In valour, glory. Trust in your companions, for the road to knighthood is not one that can be walked alone.
At the first late on the second day from when you receive this letter, make your way to The Silver Chalice. A tavern, just outside the tournament grounds. There, you will meet your fellow challengers and receive further instructions. The time of reckoning approaches. I will be watching.
- A Friend in the Shadows
There is no stamp of any kind on the letter.
Inside the pouch is 75 gold, apparently for preparing yourselves for the tournament.
Along with the gold, there is a large wooden token, with a yellow symbol painted on. The symbol is some sort of really fancy 'G', with the profiles of several animals worked in. Each animal is clearly a master of different skills. There is an eagle, a bear, a lion, and several others.
There is also a tunic that can go over armour, bearing the crest, if that's what it is.
Regarding the tournament.
Valoria, which is the second largest city in the kingdom, topped only by the capital, hosts a grand tournament every 5 years. This is a chance for vteran knights, known all throughout the land to re-establish their fame, and prove that they have lost nothing over the years, but it is also a time when aspiring warriors can make a name for themselves, and be noticed by the guilds that will be represented.
The tournament includes everything from archery, to jousting, to all out melee. Well anyone is allowed to enter, the first few challenges are designed to rat out those who have simply no chance of winning, and therefor have no business there at all.
There could be several reasons why none of you have entered in the past. You could've been scarred off by the competition, you may not've wanted to pay the entry fee, you could've been to young to stand a chance, or something else.
As I mentioned earlier, you are all in a fairly large city. The gold was provided so that you can buy what you'd need for the challenge ahead, but obviously you can use it for whatever.
You can find pretty much anything you'd need where you are, though anything magic would be a little harder.
Anyone who wants one can have a riding horse.
Torgar reads the letter and collects the gold. This Grand Tournament sounds exactly what he needs to elevate his position enough to be seriously considered for a higher rank in the army. He goes over to his command lead and shows him the letter also, but strangely enough he is already aware of the situation. I received a letter as well not too long ago detailing exactly what would happen to me if I refused to let you out of my service to enter this tournament. I'm not stupid enough to get involved with whatever you got yourself caught up in. Go. Bring us honor... and good luck. You deserve this. Torgar nods solemnly and walks off. He ponders about the gold and any preparations he might need but decided to just keep it and save it up for a bigger spend later. He gets on his horse (thank you DM) and makes his way to Valoria.
Sirin "Silverblade" Aeron rode into the courtyard of The Silver Chalice as dusk began to settle, the sky painted in shades of deep purple and gold. The tavern stood just outside the tournament grounds, its stone walls and iron lanterns giving it a sturdy, welcoming feel. Monty’s hooves clopped against the cobblestones as Sirin dismounted, her fingers brushing the military saddle she had invested in, a symbol of her readiness for what lay ahead. She paused a moment, taking in the bustling activity around her. Competitors, merchants, and spectators were already gathering for Valoria’s famed tournament. It was a lively crowd, full of energy and anticipation, but Sirin was used to such scenes. Her sharp eyes picked out the nuances—who was here for glory, who for gold, and who simply sought to survive the ordeal.
Her silver-streaked black hair caught the evening breeze as she adjusted her new studded leather armor, the familiar weight of her rapier at her side a comforting presence. The wooden token with the elaborate 'G' and animal profiles sat securely in her pouch, a reminder of the mysterious benefactor who had arranged her entry. With a pat on Monty's neck, she led him toward the tavern's stable, knowing he'd be well looked after while she took care of business inside. Sirin gave the stable hand a quick nod before turning and walking toward the entrance of The Silver Chalice. Her stride was confident, her gaze sharp as she scanned the area for signs of her soon-to-be companions. She didn't know who they'd be yet, but they, like her, had been chosen. There was a thrill in that thought—being part of something greater, even if she had yet to meet the others.
The warm glow of lanterns spilled out as she entered the tavern, the murmur of voices and the clink of mugs forming a familiar soundtrack. She slipped through the crowd with ease, her presence both commanding and elusive. A few eyes lingered on her, likely recognizing her from the fencing circuits, but Sirin wasn’t here for fame or reputation tonight. She approached the tavern’s back corner, where a few other figures had already gathered, each bearing the same crest she did. The tunic marking them as Team Glmyer was unmistakable. Sirin rested a hand on her rapier’s hilt, a roguish smile playing on her lips as she drew closer.
“Looks like I’m not the only one summoned by a friend in the shadows,” she said, her voice smooth and teasing, breaking the ice with her future comrades. Her light blue eyes flicked to each person at the table, sizing them up quickly before she took a seat. She had arrived, and soon, they would be tested—not just by the tournament, but by each other.
Keshin was already in Valoria when he received the letter. Perched atop a building, he read it carefully, before looking at it like it was about to burst aflame. He stuffed it in his pocket and wondered if whoever was helping him had their head attached to their shoulders properly. He wasn't meant for such grand things, he was a spy for gods sakes. But, he supposed, if someone went out of the way to get him into this damn thing, he might as well perform. He put the tunic on, stuffed the gold into his pouch, and afixed the crest to his tunic. "Not so subtle, is it?" He murmured to himself as he slid off the roof of the building he was on carefully and landed on the ground silently, making his way to the Silver Chalice as he was told to. Once he got there, he sat down and waited silently, trying to ignore the stares he was getting, both curious and malicious alike. He ordered a drink, then went over the letter a couple times again before he heard a woman's voice call out to him. Looking up from the letter, he tried his best to make a good first impression with a good old friendly smile, but it came out more forced than he'd like and he gave up with a sigh. "If it isn't the renowned 'Silverblade'. Guess I shouldn't be surprised that someone of your caliber is participating in a tournament like Valoria's." He sighed, sitting up properly before holding out a hand. "The name's Keshin, intelligence officer of the kingdom of Niki. Pleasure to be working with you."
I'm taking a break to focus on IRL stuff. Please don't think bad of me. I'm terribly sorry for any inconveniences this hiatus of mine brings about.
“Renowned? Well, aren’t you kind,” Sirin said with a light chuckle, waving off the compliment. “But please, you and the rest of our team can feel free to call me Sirin. ‘Sir’ Aeron, in a way,” she added with a playful wink, clearly not minding the knightly implication. “Though the actual title eludes me for now.”
"An intelligence officer, huh? Impressive," she continued, her tone shifting to one of genuine respect. "Seems we really will have a variety of beasts on this team, just like the emblem shows. You’re the eagle then, I’m guessing? Sharp-eyed and clever, swooping in when the enemy least expects it. Hm...then what does that make me?” She mused aloud, her eyes narrowing playfully. “Maybe the lion. Bold, fearless, always ready for a fight...Actually, if I had to pick, I’d say I’m more like a weasel of some kind—quick, agile, hard to hit. Always darting in and out before anyone knows what hit them."
There's no problem with it, but not sure if you want to be fastening the tokens to your tunics. You need them to get into the tournament. If you were to lose it, there's not much chance you could gee a replacement.
Also, I love that you are describing things so much Emile. Saves me the work of explaining the tavern. : )
Keshin shrugged. "Ah, it's not that impressive. I'm just too thin to swing a sword is all." Then he chuckled at the prospect of being an eagle. "Well, I suppose so. I didn't even think about it like that." He sat back as she mused, a small smile playing on his lips as he watched the enthusiastic half-elf muse about what animal she could be. "A fox" he thought to himself, as he took a sip from his drink.
I'm taking a break to focus on IRL stuff. Please don't think bad of me. I'm terribly sorry for any inconveniences this hiatus of mine brings about.
Torgar, just arriving to the city, makes his way to a local bath house. He is travel worn and smells none too fresh. He personally doesn’t mind the smell, having gone longer and in tougher conditions during battle; but he is fully aware that first impressions could be a last impression if poor enough. After getting cleaned up, he sharpened his axes and made himself as presentable as he knew how. Walking into the tavern he sees two people at a table both wearing the same symbol he received. Walking up he introduces himself. Hello there, I am Torgar, member of the La’hovia army, 1st squadron. I have been recruited into Team Glymer, are you also members? I too have a token like yours. Do either of you know who our benefactor is? He sits down with them and orders an ale.
La'hovia.
Pending update
Pending update? I don't plan on doing anything until everyone is together, and has time to hang out and such.
That's just my way of saying I'm in work on an entry DM...like I've seen this... Anyways
After having returned from his training regimen to his sleeping quarters in Velaria. Danami saw the package resting on the bed. After taking a few moments to scan over the letter and review it's content, he set out into town to go buy some very vital things for his chance in the competition. Now, it wasn't his most skilled weapon by far, but with the gold he had received as an advancement, Danami purchased himself a very sharp Greataxe. It would serve his needs just fine for the time being and he would get by with it until something else could be done. He also went by the armorer to pick himself up some splint armor.
Now, that he was feeling a little bit more the part Danami went by the local stable and showed this received paperwork granting him a horse and went and selected a beautiful riding horse. He then made his way to the Silver Chalice to and sat down looked around to see what his team consisted of.
Sirin turned as the large human approached, instantly noting the military bearing in his stride. She grinned and stood up, offering him a quick, respectful salute, clearly pleased by his presence.
“Well met, Torgar,” she greeted, her tone warm. “A member of the La’hovia army, 1st squadron? Glad to have a real military man on our team.” She glanced up and down, sizing him up. His broad frame and powerful build left little to the imagination—he’s the bear, she decided. Large, strong, reliable. Perfect for the front lines. She motioned to an empty seat at their table. “We’re Team Glymer too. I’m Sirin Aeron, and this here is Keshin.”
As Torgar settled in and ordered his ale, Sirin’s eyes flicked over to the quiet sable elf who had just entered. His presence was less imposing than the human’s, but there was something about him—an air of mysticism, like he carried more than just the weight of a greataxe. A drake, she thought, sizing him up as well. Powerful, but with a magical force that ran beneath the surface.
“We don’t know much about our benefactor, I’m afraid,” she said, turning back to Torgar with a shrug. “Just someone who thinks we’re worth watching, I suppose. But with you here, and our silent friend with the axe over there, it looks like we’re building a solid team.” She leaned back in her chair, looking between the two new arrivals, a playful smile on her lips.
Thanks for clarifying pending update lol. I Should have realised that.
Danami looked around at the few patrons in the bar. A rather stout red haired and bearded soldier of sorts just say down with a young lady warrior that seemed to be from the aristocratic sorts. Danami went over to the bar and sat down. Fom his pack, Danami pulled out his mess kit, a ration, and the banner with the emblem of the heavily embellished " G" and laid it down so as to broadcast it for the few patrons milling about enjoying theirselves. He pulled the hood of his cloak back to reveal the silvery white tendrils of his hair and began eating. He was definitely going to need his energy to win a tournament.
Keshin noticed the "G" token be placed down and walked over. "Mind if I join you?
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"Ah, our friend over there is shy it seems. Best not crowd him, methinks." Sirin observes, looking to Torgar with a glint in her eyes, "Say, Torgar, how about a game? My specialty is Three-Dragon Ante, but whatever you know will be fine." Clearly she is the competitive sort.
Ah my specialty is dice games, not a lot of space or time for TDA in the war camps, but I’d be willing to try a game or two to pass the time.
"Ah yes, trying new things is so exciting!" Sirin beams, excitedly explaining the rules. Since it is his first time playing, she bets only 1 gp.
Game 1 for Sirin: 15
Torgar, tapping into experience with strategy from battle pulls out all the tricks he knows! Beginner’s luck is really a thing! We shall see how the next game goes! Double or nothing? And keeps the 2gp on the table for his bet.
OOC - rolled 19 for game 1
OOC - rolled 14 for game 2