Dustfinger replies to Dirk, "I had a dream, more like a vision, and my father looked... different. Like he was being controlled or something, just not himself and doing bad things. I don't know..."
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Rory Mercury, I thought you just needed to get laid or something. Dirk is drunk and wanders off not finishing this expedition into Dustfinger's problems.
You head to the upscale district of town following the directions that Miggetter gave you. You see the house he described, a gated mansion, not quite the size of the Cartophile's place in Neverwinter, but still pretty big. There are two guards standing outside the gate looking at you expectantly as you approach.
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"Oh, you're the group with Captain Miggetter? This way, please." They lead you into the house and to a den-like area where an elven male is seated, dressed quite well, with a smile on his face.
"Good day, gentlemen, my name is Bevins Belvius Bennington III, but I was told there were 5 of you? It's no matter so long as you're still up to the task. A test I should say. I am headed to Chult for... reasons... and would like to make sure my guards along the way are up to snuff. Are the four of you in, or are we waiting for one more?"
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Az makes no notice of the missing Dustfinger during the entirety of him being missed. "I'm not fond of being asked to do tricks but the four of us are up to the task as of now. More details of the challenge you have in mind are needed for our final decision. What would you have us do."
"Ha ha, if I told you ALL the details, that would take away from the nature of the test!" Bevins seems... eccentric. Just an odd man. He's way too excited that you're here and he's nearly giddy while talking about this "test." "I have something, something I've captured, in the basement. I want you to kill it. I was going to save it for a special occasion, but right now it's the only thing I have that I can use. Pity, really, I think it has a lot of potential for being a good gladiator monster, but this will have to do. Are you ready now, or do you need a moment?"
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If it's a cognitive test, I just want everyone to know that the last time I took one, I aced it. All the doctors were impressed and lauded my immense success. I think we are ready now, mostly because i'm impatient and impetuous... let's do this thing.
Fjolnir lags behind walking but keeps up with the conversation. At the mention of the test being to kill something, he continues rubbing his eyes with one hand, but pulls his bow loose and shoves his low shoulders past Dirk, "mm... so yer in need of exterminators, eh? Well, you're in ...some manner of luck, we're not aeronauts- but if you did see a cockroach we can stomp it for ye."
"No, no such cognitive ability required, except maybe figuring out how to kill it. It's a bit... tricky, the creature. Not exterminators, no. I need guards! Though, I guess they're one and the same if you're guarding against certain creatures. And I'll hire you if you can kill the beast. I'll of course give you lodging and food in my guest house and allow you to lick any wounds you may incur during the trial, and we'll leave at dawn! Ha ha!" The old man continues his lively and eccentric demeanor.
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Dustfinger replies to Dirk, "I had a dream, more like a vision, and my father looked... different. Like he was being controlled or something, just not himself and doing bad things. I don't know..."
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Rory Mercury, I thought you just needed to get laid or something. Dirk is drunk and wanders off not finishing this expedition into Dustfinger's problems.
Rainbow....... Mooo....
You head to the upscale district of town following the directions that Miggetter gave you. You see the house he described, a gated mansion, not quite the size of the Cartophile's place in Neverwinter, but still pretty big. There are two guards standing outside the gate looking at you expectantly as you approach.
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Good gentlemen. We are expected, we are in a hurry, let us pass.
Rainbow....... Mooo....
"Oh, you're the group with Captain Miggetter? This way, please." They lead you into the house and to a den-like area where an elven male is seated, dressed quite well, with a smile on his face.
"Good day, gentlemen, my name is Bevins Belvius Bennington III, but I was told there were 5 of you? It's no matter so long as you're still up to the task. A test I should say. I am headed to Chult for... reasons... and would like to make sure my guards along the way are up to snuff. Are the four of you in, or are we waiting for one more?"
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
Dirk looks around a little confused. Weee.... Don't know? seeking some confirmation or enlightenment from the group.
Rainbow....... Mooo....
Az makes no notice of the missing Dustfinger during the entirety of him being missed. "I'm not fond of being asked to do tricks but the four of us are up to the task as of now. More details of the challenge you have in mind are needed for our final decision. What would you have us do."
"Ha ha, if I told you ALL the details, that would take away from the nature of the test!" Bevins seems... eccentric. Just an odd man. He's way too excited that you're here and he's nearly giddy while talking about this "test." "I have something, something I've captured, in the basement. I want you to kill it. I was going to save it for a special occasion, but right now it's the only thing I have that I can use. Pity, really, I think it has a lot of potential for being a good gladiator monster, but this will have to do. Are you ready now, or do you need a moment?"
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
If it's a cognitive test, I just want everyone to know that the last time I took one, I aced it. All the doctors were impressed and lauded my immense success. I think we are ready now, mostly because i'm impatient and impetuous... let's do this thing.
Rainbow....... Mooo....
Placeholder for doing the thing.
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Fjolnir lags behind walking but keeps up with the conversation. At the mention of the test being to kill something, he continues rubbing his eyes with one hand, but pulls his bow loose and shoves his low shoulders past Dirk, "mm... so yer in need of exterminators, eh? Well, you're in ...some manner of luck, we're not aeronauts- but if you did see a cockroach we can stomp it for ye."
"No, no such cognitive ability required, except maybe figuring out how to kill it. It's a bit... tricky, the creature. Not exterminators, no. I need guards! Though, I guess they're one and the same if you're guarding against certain creatures. And I'll hire you if you can kill the beast. I'll of course give you lodging and food in my guest house and allow you to lick any wounds you may incur during the trial, and we'll leave at dawn! Ha ha!" The old man continues his lively and eccentric demeanor.
-We are all just one failed saving throw away from someone else's fantasy...
Cockroaches, dragons..... it's all the same to us.
Rainbow....... Mooo....
Keeping the thread alive, just in case
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!@#$