You arrive at the castle on a dark and stormy evening in early autumn. The storm has been threatening your journey since you left your home and arrived at the fortress of Dumat, Azuray, you find a black castle looming behind an equally black lake. The Mourning Lake as its called shadowy depths guards Dumat's Fortress which only a select few know as the Institute for High Magic. The black stone castle stands almost invisible in the moonless night. It's impressive yet intimidating appearance upon closer inspection and you surmise its menacing appearance helps dissuade local villagers and traveler who might seek out Azuray and its bounty within for nefarious purposes. For hundreds of years, Dumat's Institute has been a secret beckon for magical learning. It's lure calling all walks of life to learn from the greatest instructors of magic in all of Talamh! Each of you received a letter via raven summoning you to the school to prove yourself worthy of access to what was described as all the knowledge, wealth, and power in the world if you gain entry into the Institute by passing the first test. This test is set by Dumat themselves to measure magical skill in the face of adversity or the rumor is to prove you actually were a hero or just a hapless wonder! Each will be required to use ONLY their wits and newly gained magic skills to succeed then enter their program (class), disciple. Then they spent 6 years (two of which in the service of Dumat) perfecting your magical expertise where beyond the school's doors anything is possible!
Present hour:
You've reached the intimidating castle and you and fifty others are then led by a bugbear groundskeeper of little conversation into the castle itself. There fifty of you find your self walking from a large entrance hall through a doorway that magically teleports you into a large room filled with tables. Each of you are then compelled to a table where you sit in front of a silver cloche covered dish. In the letter, you were told of the fifty prospective students only ten will advance beyond the first test. You know nothing about the test however beyond it's a series of magical obstacles and tasks to be performed in a timely manner. Each will be judged by the masters of the five house disciples: bardic, druidic, sorcery, warlock, and wizardry as well as Dumat themselves! There's talk amongst your perceptive classmates of the test. It seems to echo off the black stone walls in the dining room around your table but no one at your table, as of yet, has dared or troubled themselves to speak!
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The large gold and silver scaled dragonborn will drop into his seat with a loud thud before leaning back and looking around the room, his Thick arms slung back over the back of his chair as he looks to see if anyone else is open up their covered dishes. After about 3 seconds Golver impatiently exclaims "Welp, no reason to let the food get cold!" as he lunges forward and quickly removes the lid. As he lifts the lid and the steam is released, Golver's mouth will drop as he sees two large juicy stakes with cheese, ham, bacon, and chicken sandwiched inbetween. "Yes yes yes yes YES!" The dragonborn will shout as he grabs the huge meaty sandwich and begins taking large bites with his enormous toothy mouth. With every bite meaty juices and cheese drip on to his expensive clothing. A few moments later the large sandwich the size of a small shield would be gone, leaving Golver to wipe his mouth with the back of his sleeve before looking to the others. "What did you guys get? Did you see mine? Did you see how fast I ate it? It was amazing!" The dragonborn would say leaning back again in his seat with a sigh as a few drops of cheese and juice drop off of the faintly glowing orb hanging around his chest. The orb seems to contain a mixture of red and black smoke that appears to be fighting with a combination of white and silver smoke with the dragonborn just lets out a stifled belch into his sleeve.
The slender halfling sits at the table with her legs dangling - though tall for a halfling she is still unable to reach the floor with her feet, absent-mindedly fluttering them back and forth. She twirls her long braid of auburn with one finger as she looks around in awe having never been in such a place. Unsure of the protocol of such a formal setting she follows suit of the dragonborn. She brings her legs up to be seated cross-legged and reaches to remove the lid. "Hmm... Okay, the journey was a long one and my belly is almost ready to eat itself." She lets a little squeak of excitement as the aroma of her meal reaches her. "Oh, yummy! Did they bring my Nana to cook for us?!" On her plate is a is a variety of small portions of different dished - mashed potatoes with a healthy pat of butter, a scoop of dressing that is a little crispy around the edges, yams covered with pecans and a white gooey substance, Brussel sprouts in a creamy sauce, and half the plate taken up with a slice of pumpkin pie. Without the use of any utensils, she begins to consume her plate.
Caerlan sits quietly, looking about the room as some of the other people start to eat, as he does he fusses over the cuff of his shirt, flicking imagined dirt from the immaculate fabric he then turns his attention to the cutlery, approving of the well laid table. "Well I must say, full marks for presentation, jolly good, jolly bloody good job, I wonder if the food rates as highly, eh?" the substantial amount of noise from the diminutive gnome seems completely at odds with his small stature.
Lifting the lid of his food he smiles broadly" Well either somebody's been talking or there is magic afoot, I couldn't have asked for a more perfect dish." the uncovered meal appears to be a thick stew, chunks of warm bread on the side of the bowl and the smell of beef and paprika are released with the lids removal. "I'd been planning on engaging in some chit chat but I'm afraid that must now wait!" he exclaims to a halfling with auburn hair sitting nearby. "Wouldn't have bloody minded a cushion though, big folk and their over-sized bloody furniture eh?" he continues absent-mindedly, clearly now focusing on the meal.
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Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Aura is seated retracted to the middle of her chair, hands holding her shoulders, as she's just seeing how the others are reacting first, before making any move. She has already removed the hood from her head the moment she entered the place, so her white hair and face were clear for everyone to see. Up to that point, she wasn't only quiet, but she seemed like she wasn't moving much at all, she would blink, look around, breath slowly, but otherwise she seemed confortable staying on the middle of the chair, with her hand close to her body exactly the way she was.
Seeing the excitment of the others, and the fact that apparently everyone was already opening the lids to their food, she decides to follow suit, and open the lid to her own food. It had what she was used to eating before going to the monastery, looking at it made she remember of something, and a smile showed on her face, as for what memory she was seeing, only asking her would grant one the answer. The food was a completely normal lunch, balanced with all the things it would need, yet it was enough to satisfy her and bring a smile to her face.
Zenith sat at the table an just watched for a few moments. He was not used to fancy places, and the room that they were in was easily the largest that he had ever been in. Seeing that the others were starting to eat, he lifted the lid off of his own meal, and smiled. "Well, well, now this brings back memories." Before him sat a plate full of hot peppers stuffed with meat, cheese, and various spices, with a side of potatoes. He ignored any small talk and dug into his meal, enjoying the fierce heat of the peppers.
After eating he leaned back and rested his hands behind his head, so that they sat just under his horns. "This has been a nice start," he said. "I wonder what else is in store?"
The large dragonborn would nod towards the woman with a smile. "See, this is a woman that knows greatness when she sees it." The dragonborn would say pointing to the lady across the table. "The names Golver, Golver Shimmerclaw, I am sure you have heard of me and my clan, we are kind of a big deal. Anyway, I'll accept your offer of some stew!" The dragonborn would say taking the silver lid that had been covering his meal and flipping it up so down to make a large silver bowl.
Each of the five tables sits 10 figures. Your table has another two figures that have not spoken. Having settled into your meals the two other figures sit at the end across from one another. Each of your have marvelled at the others recognizing some aspect of it while these two blue fish-like creatures, however, are eating something that looks like it still moving on their plates! The entire room is alive with excitement then murmurs fill the room as the fire and candlelight flicker before the air feels very close. Then out of thin air, it seems six figures appear in various flashes of light, puffs of smoke, or bursts of multicolored flames. The six figures are masked. The tallest wears all white robes and has a falcon mask carrying a staff topped with a turquoise colored gem that winks in the candlelight. The second tallest wears all black robes and wears the mask of a bull holds a scepter of writhing smoke at the top. The shortest seems to levitates to be head height with the next two standing at similar heights. The shortest wears gold robes and wears the mask of a cat holds an orb of brilliant light that floats above his palm. The next wear all silver robes and has a sneering crocodile mask holds a brilliant jeweled scimitar at their hip while their companion in height wears all red robes, has a horse mask and carries a large bejewel tome. The last of the figures stand slightly ahead flanked by the other five. They wear all purple robes that seem to shimmer and crackle like the night sky outside. They carry no focus and wear a jackal mask most regally with an authoritative air. Holding up their hands the room fall silent even you are talking your voice becomes nearly inaudible! Their voice then comes but the voice comes from everywhere in the room. It echoes in the air around you and then whispered in your ears.
"Welcome," the voice says as the purple-robed figure in the jackal mask gestures to the crowd of prospective students. "Each of you has been chosen because you exhibited potential. There are 50 beings here with the unbridled promise of greatness but we," they pause gesturing to the other five figures who nod in their masks, "have room for 10 of you," the figure explains. "This evening will be filled with your simple pleasures but come the dawn the real tests of your newly found talents begins. Defeat these tasks we set before you and prove your worth of our time and this school's reputation for greatness. Do that and we will we raise you up to heights of magic you have never in your wildest dreams imagined," they add before giving a slight bow to the room. The purple robes figure then snaps their fingers and everyone's cloche disappears and a wrapped present takes its place. Each of you has the same size box. "Use your evening well young ones," the booming voice adds before each figure disappears as miraculously as they appeared one by one.
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"It's not so bad, you know" Necey replies cheerily to the gnome. "You never have to worry about outgrowing something." She continues to nibble at the items on her plate.
"That stew does smell good. And I'm sorry, but I haven't heard of...," the halfling is cut short as she was about to interject herself between the dragon and the polite girl when the six figures suddenly apparate in the multicolored flames. Her desire to have some of the vegetable stems is replaced by her study of the figures. She takes her time passing over each with her sharp eyes, trying to notice all that she can from their attire and accessories.
Disappointment shows on her face when her food disappears. "Ooh, darn it! I didn't get to finish my pie... or they some of that stew. But what's this?"She pokes at the box that took her meal's place.
Aura's plate was small, appropriate to her own small stature for a Genasi, so by the time the six flaming figures had appeared she was already done. She looks toward them, but her main interest is hearing what the purple-robed one is talking, she takes it all in, she already had a main idea on what the voice was saying, she had read her letter a bunch of times, so the biggest thing she learned from that was the time the competition would begin, tomorrow. Before anything, she continues looking to the spot they were even after they are gone, her mind apparently was still in thought over something.
Going back to the conversation, she hears Necey and turns around, then the Genasi gives what almost would be a sympathetic smile, understanding the frustration of the halfling girl. Aura looks at her own box, but as with the food, she hesitates and leaves others to open theirs first before she made any move.
"What! I hadn't finished - hey magic folk, return my gulyas!" The gnome goes a worrying shade of purple "Honestly this is beyond the pale, it really is.... ooo a present, for me? Why you shouldn't have, was a bloody good stew though, bloody good." As quickly as he became angry Caerlan seems placated by the unexpected gift. "Nevermind, you can try my gulyas next time, looks like we have to be on our toes though, dawdle and you go to bed hungry around here, eh?" he offers to the halfling with a wink. "Well I'm not making the same mistake twice, I'm opening this before they snatch it away again, suggest you do the same." The gnome quickly reaches for his gift, ripping at the wrapping with quick and greedy fingers.
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Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Golver would have taken the stew with a large smile. "Thanks Smee, I can tell you and I are going to get along fine ya know!" The hungry dragonborn would say as he brings the bowl of stew to his mouth. He would pause for a moment as she ran her fingers across his scales, prompting him to look up at her from the bowl of stew for just a second before shrugging and sticking his face down into the bowl with a loud slurp, sending liquid running down his face around the edges of the bowl. Before the dragonborn could finish his first huge gulp however, the bowl would disappear leaving Golver licking his empty hands. "WHAT IN BAHAMUT'S BUTT HOLE IS GOING ON!" The dragonborn would yell furiously as he slams his hands down on to the table, with only the tiniest sound leaving his mouth.
After listening to the speech and with the appearance of the present, the dragonborn would relax a bit and tear open his gift. "What kind of gifts did we get do you think!?"
"I know, right?! That was a waste of a good meal."The halfling's lower lip protrudes a bit. However, her curiosity - and love for presents - gets the best of her and Necey eagerly unboxes her gift.
Everyone has received a brass key with the number 3 on it. Looking around at other tables each of the five have received a key with their corresponding table. As they're marvelling or lamenting thier meal that disappeared a wave of attendants appear pushing trolleys weighed down with every dessert and candy imaginable as a stout dwarf woman appears along with them waving a large bell that she then rings.
"Anything from the trolley dears, anything," the dwarf repeats ringing the bell as gray skinned dwarven attendants push a trolley towards your table and park it.
Golver would slide the key into an interior pocket of his fine shirt before turning towards the desert cart. "I'll take a few things!" The large dragonborn would exclaim as he turns in his chair and begins pulling items from the cart and sitting them in front of him. First a chocolate cake, then a caramel pie, than a bowl of pudding. "This should be a good start... Bring the cart back around once you visit the others, I may need seconds." Golver would say as he begins shoveling the food into his mouth as crumbs cascade down over his large jaws and cover his clothing. Every so often Golver would notice the mess of his clothes and snap his clawed fingers, casting Prestidigitation to clean the food from his outfit before continuing his feast. The dragonborn does nothing to clean off the table or floor around him that is now a sticky crumbly mess.
"WHAT!? ya don't like sweets!... never mind... we can't be friends" The Dragonborn would loudly as food falls from his mouth, having almost already consumed the cake and pie. A large toothy grin will spread across Golver's face as he turns to the halfling and then the gnome. "I know you two plan to have some sweets, HERE!" the large dragonborn would say standing up and slopping some of the pudding from the large bowl he had taken on to their plates before placing a slice of pie in the middle of each of their pudding piles. "You better not waste that now, eat up! he would say before falling back into his chair with a loud creak and digging into his deserts again.
"I like your style dragonborn, like your style sir!" Caerlan applauds the ordering of multiple desserts by Golver heartily "Can't let you have all the bloody fun now, can we?" Turning to the dwarf serving up the desserts he continues"Well, let me see, ooo is that a fruit tart, yes, send it my way along with two of those cream horns, marvellous." His smile is threatening to take over his entire face as he begins his assault on the puddings.
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Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Smee finds what she seeks on the dessert trolley but notices oddly the before when attempting to cast her spell it was interrupted by a black wisp of smoke. It's as if the engery from it was robbed by another force.
Golver witnesses the same things as the messy dragonborn tries to clean his robes. They remained spattered by his messy eating to hus chagrin!
Examining the box it's plain and made of paper. What is fantastic about it however once the key is removed the box simply vanishes!
"Squeee!"The halfling becomes giddy as the cart comes by the table. Distracted by the prospect of the dessert she missed out on, she doesn't think much of the key and stuffs it in her pack. "I have missed food like this. I don't have much opportunity since I keep to trees many weeks at a time." She turns to the cart attendant and guiltily asks, "Do you happen to have a bread pudding?"
"Oh, thank you, good dragonborn!" Necey replies as Golver piles her plate higher.
Golver will look down at his messy clothes once his desert is finished. With an increasingly frustrated look across his face, he will repeatdly snap his fingers trying to cast the spell over and over. Each time the spell fails he will try it again, concentrating harder and casting them closer and closer together until the dragonborn lets out a loud roar in frustratoin. Standing up Golver will grab a plate and throw it on the ground. "WHY WON'T MY MAGIC WORK!" The dragon born will yell out towards the closest waiter, pointing a gold and silver scaled claw their direction.
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You arrive at the castle on a dark and stormy evening in early autumn. The storm has been threatening your journey since you left your home and arrived at the fortress of Dumat, Azuray, you find a black castle looming behind an equally black lake. The Mourning Lake as its called shadowy depths guards Dumat's Fortress which only a select few know as the Institute for High Magic. The black stone castle stands almost invisible in the moonless night. It's impressive yet intimidating appearance upon closer inspection and you surmise its menacing appearance helps dissuade local villagers and traveler who might seek out Azuray and its bounty within for nefarious purposes. For hundreds of years, Dumat's Institute has been a secret beckon for magical learning. It's lure calling all walks of life to learn from the greatest instructors of magic in all of Talamh! Each of you received a letter via raven summoning you to the school to prove yourself worthy of access to what was described as all the knowledge, wealth, and power in the world if you gain entry into the Institute by passing the first test. This test is set by Dumat themselves to measure magical skill in the face of adversity or the rumor is to prove you actually were a hero or just a hapless wonder! Each will be required to use ONLY their wits and newly gained magic skills to succeed then enter their program (class), disciple. Then they spent 6 years (two of which in the service of Dumat) perfecting your magical expertise where beyond the school's doors anything is possible!
Present hour:
You've reached the intimidating castle and you and fifty others are then led by a bugbear groundskeeper of little conversation into the castle itself. There fifty of you find your self walking from a large entrance hall through a doorway that magically teleports you into a large room filled with tables. Each of you are then compelled to a table where you sit in front of a silver cloche covered dish. In the letter, you were told of the fifty prospective students only ten will advance beyond the first test. You know nothing about the test however beyond it's a series of magical obstacles and tasks to be performed in a timely manner. Each will be judged by the masters of the five house disciples: bardic, druidic, sorcery, warlock, and wizardry as well as Dumat themselves! There's talk amongst your perceptive classmates of the test. It seems to echo off the black stone walls in the dining room around your table but no one at your table, as of yet, has dared or troubled themselves to speak!
OOC: Please post in initiative order! Go!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
The large gold and silver scaled dragonborn will drop into his seat with a loud thud before leaning back and looking around the room, his Thick arms slung back over the back of his chair as he looks to see if anyone else is open up their covered dishes. After about 3 seconds Golver impatiently exclaims "Welp, no reason to let the food get cold!" as he lunges forward and quickly removes the lid. As he lifts the lid and the steam is released, Golver's mouth will drop as he sees two large juicy stakes with cheese, ham, bacon, and chicken sandwiched inbetween. "Yes yes yes yes YES!" The dragonborn will shout as he grabs the huge meaty sandwich and begins taking large bites with his enormous toothy mouth. With every bite meaty juices and cheese drip on to his expensive clothing. A few moments later the large sandwich the size of a small shield would be gone, leaving Golver to wipe his mouth with the back of his sleeve before looking to the others. "What did you guys get? Did you see mine? Did you see how fast I ate it? It was amazing!" The dragonborn would say leaning back again in his seat with a sigh as a few drops of cheese and juice drop off of the faintly glowing orb hanging around his chest. The orb seems to contain a mixture of red and black smoke that appears to be fighting with a combination of white and silver smoke with the dragonborn just lets out a stifled belch into his sleeve.
The slender halfling sits at the table with her legs dangling - though tall for a halfling she is still unable to reach the floor with her feet, absent-mindedly fluttering them back and forth. She twirls her long braid of auburn with one finger as she looks around in awe having never been in such a place. Unsure of the protocol of such a formal setting she follows suit of the dragonborn. She brings her legs up to be seated cross-legged and reaches to remove the lid. "Hmm... Okay, the journey was a long one and my belly is almost ready to eat itself." She lets a little squeak of excitement as the aroma of her meal reaches her. "Oh, yummy! Did they bring my Nana to cook for us?!" On her plate is a is a variety of small portions of different dished - mashed potatoes with a healthy pat of butter, a scoop of dressing that is a little crispy around the edges, yams covered with pecans and a white gooey substance, Brussel sprouts in a creamy sauce, and half the plate taken up with a slice of pumpkin pie. Without the use of any utensils, she begins to consume her plate.
Caerlan sits quietly, looking about the room as some of the other people start to eat, as he does he fusses over the cuff of his shirt, flicking imagined dirt from the immaculate fabric he then turns his attention to the cutlery, approving of the well laid table. "Well I must say, full marks for presentation, jolly good, jolly bloody good job, I wonder if the food rates as highly, eh?" the substantial amount of noise from the diminutive gnome seems completely at odds with his small stature.
Lifting the lid of his food he smiles broadly" Well either somebody's been talking or there is magic afoot, I couldn't have asked for a more perfect dish." the uncovered meal appears to be a thick stew, chunks of warm bread on the side of the bowl and the smell of beef and paprika are released with the lids removal. "I'd been planning on engaging in some chit chat but I'm afraid that must now wait!" he exclaims to a halfling with auburn hair sitting nearby. "Wouldn't have bloody minded a cushion though, big folk and their over-sized bloody furniture eh?" he continues absent-mindedly, clearly now focusing on the meal.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Aura is seated retracted to the middle of her chair, hands holding her shoulders, as she's just seeing how the others are reacting first, before making any move. She has already removed the hood from her head the moment she entered the place, so her white hair and face were clear for everyone to see. Up to that point, she wasn't only quiet, but she seemed like she wasn't moving much at all, she would blink, look around, breath slowly, but otherwise she seemed confortable staying on the middle of the chair, with her hand close to her body exactly the way she was.
Seeing the excitment of the others, and the fact that apparently everyone was already opening the lids to their food, she decides to follow suit, and open the lid to her own food. It had what she was used to eating before going to the monastery, looking at it made she remember of something, and a smile showed on her face, as for what memory she was seeing, only asking her would grant one the answer. The food was a completely normal lunch, balanced with all the things it would need, yet it was enough to satisfy her and bring a smile to her face.
(She/Her)
Velmine - Tiefling, Rogue (9), Swashbuckler - Dead in Thay
Riris Swiftwhistle - Halfling, Bard (4), College of Swords - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Rellahne Vanderboren - Half-Elf, Wizard (4), School of Abjuration - The Shackled City
Ann Hidrizo - Human, Fighter (2) - Amphail Adventures
Sha - Firbolg, Cleric (3), Twilight Domain - Hunt for the Wish Dragon
Zenith sat at the table an just watched for a few moments. He was not used to fancy places, and the room that they were in was easily the largest that he had ever been in. Seeing that the others were starting to eat, he lifted the lid off of his own meal, and smiled. "Well, well, now this brings back memories." Before him sat a plate full of hot peppers stuffed with meat, cheese, and various spices, with a side of potatoes. He ignored any small talk and dug into his meal, enjoying the fierce heat of the peppers.
After eating he leaned back and rested his hands behind his head, so that they sat just under his horns. "This has been a nice start," he said. "I wonder what else is in store?"
The large dragonborn would nod towards the woman with a smile. "See, this is a woman that knows greatness when she sees it." The dragonborn would say pointing to the lady across the table. "The names Golver, Golver Shimmerclaw, I am sure you have heard of me and my clan, we are kind of a big deal. Anyway, I'll accept your offer of some stew!" The dragonborn would say taking the silver lid that had been covering his meal and flipping it up so down to make a large silver bowl.
Each of the five tables sits 10 figures. Your table has another two figures that have not spoken. Having settled into your meals the two other figures sit at the end across from one another. Each of your have marvelled at the others recognizing some aspect of it while these two blue fish-like creatures, however, are eating something that looks like it still moving on their plates! The entire room is alive with excitement then murmurs fill the room as the fire and candlelight flicker before the air feels very close. Then out of thin air, it seems six figures appear in various flashes of light, puffs of smoke, or bursts of multicolored flames. The six figures are masked. The tallest wears all white robes and has a falcon mask carrying a staff topped with a turquoise colored gem that winks in the candlelight. The second tallest wears all black robes and wears the mask of a bull holds a scepter of writhing smoke at the top. The shortest seems to levitates to be head height with the next two standing at similar heights. The shortest wears gold robes and wears the mask of a cat holds an orb of brilliant light that floats above his palm. The next wear all silver robes and has a sneering crocodile mask holds a brilliant jeweled scimitar at their hip while their companion in height wears all red robes, has a horse mask and carries a large bejewel tome. The last of the figures stand slightly ahead flanked by the other five. They wear all purple robes that seem to shimmer and crackle like the night sky outside. They carry no focus and wear a jackal mask most regally with an authoritative air. Holding up their hands the room fall silent even you are talking your voice becomes nearly inaudible! Their voice then comes but the voice comes from everywhere in the room. It echoes in the air around you and then whispered in your ears.
"Welcome," the voice says as the purple-robed figure in the jackal mask gestures to the crowd of prospective students. "Each of you has been chosen because you exhibited potential. There are 50 beings here with the unbridled promise of greatness but we," they pause gesturing to the other five figures who nod in their masks, "have room for 10 of you," the figure explains. "This evening will be filled with your simple pleasures but come the dawn the real tests of your newly found talents begins. Defeat these tasks we set before you and prove your worth of our time and this school's reputation for greatness. Do that and we will we raise you up to heights of magic you have never in your wildest dreams imagined," they add before giving a slight bow to the room. The purple robes figure then snaps their fingers and everyone's cloche disappears and a wrapped present takes its place. Each of you has the same size box. "Use your evening well young ones," the booming voice adds before each figure disappears as miraculously as they appeared one by one.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"It's not so bad, you know" Necey replies cheerily to the gnome. "You never have to worry about outgrowing something." She continues to nibble at the items on her plate.
"That stew does smell good. And I'm sorry, but I haven't heard of...," the halfling is cut short as she was about to interject herself between the dragon and the polite girl when the six figures suddenly apparate in the multicolored flames. Her desire to have some of the vegetable stems is replaced by her study of the figures. She takes her time passing over each with her sharp eyes, trying to notice all that she can from their attire and accessories.
Disappointment shows on her face when her food disappears. "Ooh, darn it! I didn't get to finish my pie... or they some of that stew. But what's this?" She pokes at the box that took her meal's place.
Aura's plate was small, appropriate to her own small stature for a Genasi, so by the time the six flaming figures had appeared she was already done. She looks toward them, but her main interest is hearing what the purple-robed one is talking, she takes it all in, she already had a main idea on what the voice was saying, she had read her letter a bunch of times, so the biggest thing she learned from that was the time the competition would begin, tomorrow. Before anything, she continues looking to the spot they were even after they are gone, her mind apparently was still in thought over something.
Going back to the conversation, she hears Necey and turns around, then the Genasi gives what almost would be a sympathetic smile, understanding the frustration of the halfling girl. Aura looks at her own box, but as with the food, she hesitates and leaves others to open theirs first before she made any move.
(She/Her)
Velmine - Tiefling, Rogue (9), Swashbuckler - Dead in Thay
Riris Swiftwhistle - Halfling, Bard (4), College of Swords - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Rellahne Vanderboren - Half-Elf, Wizard (4), School of Abjuration - The Shackled City
Ann Hidrizo - Human, Fighter (2) - Amphail Adventures
Sha - Firbolg, Cleric (3), Twilight Domain - Hunt for the Wish Dragon
"What! I hadn't finished - hey magic folk, return my gulyas!" The gnome goes a worrying shade of purple "Honestly this is beyond the pale, it really is.... ooo a present, for me? Why you shouldn't have, was a bloody good stew though, bloody good." As quickly as he became angry Caerlan seems placated by the unexpected gift. "Nevermind, you can try my gulyas next time, looks like we have to be on our toes though, dawdle and you go to bed hungry around here, eh?" he offers to the halfling with a wink. "Well I'm not making the same mistake twice, I'm opening this before they snatch it away again, suggest you do the same." The gnome quickly reaches for his gift, ripping at the wrapping with quick and greedy fingers.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Golver would have taken the stew with a large smile. "Thanks Smee, I can tell you and I are going to get along fine ya know!" The hungry dragonborn would say as he brings the bowl of stew to his mouth. He would pause for a moment as she ran her fingers across his scales, prompting him to look up at her from the bowl of stew for just a second before shrugging and sticking his face down into the bowl with a loud slurp, sending liquid running down his face around the edges of the bowl. Before the dragonborn could finish his first huge gulp however, the bowl would disappear leaving Golver licking his empty hands. "WHAT IN BAHAMUT'S BUTT HOLE IS GOING ON!" The dragonborn would yell furiously as he slams his hands down on to the table, with only the tiniest sound leaving his mouth.
After listening to the speech and with the appearance of the present, the dragonborn would relax a bit and tear open his gift. "What kind of gifts did we get do you think!?"
"I know, right?! That was a waste of a good meal." The halfling's lower lip protrudes a bit. However, her curiosity - and love for presents - gets the best of her and Necey eagerly unboxes her gift.
Everyone has received a brass key with the number 3 on it. Looking around at other tables each of the five have received a key with their corresponding table. As they're marvelling or lamenting thier meal that disappeared a wave of attendants appear pushing trolleys weighed down with every dessert and candy imaginable as a stout dwarf woman appears along with them waving a large bell that she then rings.
"Anything from the trolley dears, anything," the dwarf repeats ringing the bell as gray skinned dwarven attendants push a trolley towards your table and park it.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Golver would slide the key into an interior pocket of his fine shirt before turning towards the desert cart. "I'll take a few things!" The large dragonborn would exclaim as he turns in his chair and begins pulling items from the cart and sitting them in front of him. First a chocolate cake, then a caramel pie, than a bowl of pudding. "This should be a good start... Bring the cart back around once you visit the others, I may need seconds." Golver would say as he begins shoveling the food into his mouth as crumbs cascade down over his large jaws and cover his clothing. Every so often Golver would notice the mess of his clothes and snap his clawed fingers, casting Prestidigitation to clean the food from his outfit before continuing his feast. The dragonborn does nothing to clean off the table or floor around him that is now a sticky crumbly mess.
"WHAT!? ya don't like sweets!... never mind... we can't be friends" The Dragonborn would loudly as food falls from his mouth, having almost already consumed the cake and pie. A large toothy grin will spread across Golver's face as he turns to the halfling and then the gnome. "I know you two plan to have some sweets, HERE!" the large dragonborn would say standing up and slopping some of the pudding from the large bowl he had taken on to their plates before placing a slice of pie in the middle of each of their pudding piles. "You better not waste that now, eat up! he would say before falling back into his chair with a loud creak and digging into his deserts again.
"I like your style dragonborn, like your style sir!" Caerlan applauds the ordering of multiple desserts by Golver heartily "Can't let you have all the bloody fun now, can we?" Turning to the dwarf serving up the desserts he continues "Well, let me see, ooo is that a fruit tart, yes, send it my way along with two of those cream horns, marvellous." His smile is threatening to take over his entire face as he begins his assault on the puddings.
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Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Smee finds what she seeks on the dessert trolley but notices oddly the before when attempting to cast her spell it was interrupted by a black wisp of smoke. It's as if the engery from it was robbed by another force.
Golver witnesses the same things as the messy dragonborn tries to clean his robes. They remained spattered by his messy eating to hus chagrin!
Examining the box it's plain and made of paper. What is fantastic about it however once the key is removed the box simply vanishes!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"Squeee!" The halfling becomes giddy as the cart comes by the table. Distracted by the prospect of the dessert she missed out on, she doesn't think much of the key and stuffs it in her pack. "I have missed food like this. I don't have much opportunity since I keep to trees many weeks at a time." She turns to the cart attendant and guiltily asks, "Do you happen to have a bread pudding?"
"Oh, thank you, good dragonborn!" Necey replies as Golver piles her plate higher.
Golver will look down at his messy clothes once his desert is finished. With an increasingly frustrated look across his face, he will repeatdly snap his fingers trying to cast the spell over and over. Each time the spell fails he will try it again, concentrating harder and casting them closer and closer together until the dragonborn lets out a loud roar in frustratoin. Standing up Golver will grab a plate and throw it on the ground. "WHY WON'T MY MAGIC WORK!" The dragon born will yell out towards the closest waiter, pointing a gold and silver scaled claw their direction.