Ontharr throws back his head and laughs, clapping Hansi on the back. "Ah that was a good one! You've a better sense of humor than most here lad." His jovial attitude seems to diminish slightly, and he strokes his beard thoughtfully. "I am a Paladin of Torm, and I owe my service to the people of this land. That is a good thought though, this would be a clever way of testing potential allies." You just can't get a read on this guy. You're unsure if he is simply musing with you, or subtly trying to signal that you're right.
As Vaylyn and Ormir rejoin the group, the man throws out his arms and claps. "Well fought you two! You put those fellows to shame with that display." He nods behind the two of you, where a group has split off towards something that looks like a course of some kind. "And it seems your other friend has found something that interests him. Be impressed if he can make it through that blasted thing. Too much vertical movement for me." He says, slapping his wide belly.
"I'll tell you what my friend Hansi. If you three here," he says, gesturing to yourself, Vaylyn and Ormir, "Can best me and two of mine in a game of true grit and stamina, I'll tell you what I know." He extends a hand towards you. "Deal?"
As you study this object in his hands, you realize that this is an insanely rare thing. It is a dragon egg of the black flight. These things are impossible to just stumble upon, for him to have this is truly an astonishing thing.
Leosin studies your face intently, gauging your reaction as you investigate the object in his hands. "Well?"
The first target is actually fairly large, and Laucian is no amateur archer. He's able to put his arrow straight on the bullseye with ease, and takes off towards the course. As he does so however, another arrow slams into the target, hitting the middle ring out of three. A half-elf is soon running besides him with a fierce competitive look in his eyes. Evidently, this is to be a race. Both reach the wall at the same time and leap into the air, grappling onto whatever hand holds they can find. The maintain an even and moderate pace as they scale the wall, occasionally having to stop and search for the next hold to grab. Reaching the top, they spot another target of the same size 100 feet to the left at the same height as the platform. Ahead of them is a line of unevenly space posts, barely large enough in diameter to fit one foot on at a time. This path leads to another platform, and there is no net to catch you if you fall.
Wiping the sweat from her forehead, Vaylyn sticks her blade in the ground. After a few moments, it takes on a ghostly sheen and then slowly fades away. She nods to Ormir, saying quietly "good fight" before walking off the field with him. They are beckoned by the same man who got them into this, who currently seemed to be engaged in conversation with Hansi. "That's what happens when you put a couple of amateurs up against a giant dragon-man with one from the Feywild to back him."
At the mention of another contest she let out a small groan. She would not back down and leave these people high and dry, but she probably wasn't going to enjoy whatever this way.
Hoping the shock and excitement does not display too much on her face, "That's...that's a dragon egg, a black dragon egg to be precise. I have never seen one and am shocked, from your owns words, "someone of no importance " has one. Where did you get it?
Ormir audibly cracks his knuckles and says, "A test of true grit and stamina you say." He looks back and forth at his two companions and then smacks them friendly like on the back. "What do you think friends. Shall we give him a run for his money...information?"
Again, Laucian hits the bullseye with ease and begins to hop along the posts. He's so sure footed and quick that it seems more like he's running across the posts rather than hopping. His opponent fires off an arrow, this time striking the inner ring. He struggles much more than his elvish opponent on the section, still only about halfway through by the time Laucian reaches the next platform.
Looking out, you would see a smaller target close to the ground about 120 feet away. The next section section in your way offers you two paths forward, a wall slightly tilted inward with small chunks of rounded stone jutting outward to act as holds, and the other a singular rope reaching across to the platform.
Make another ranged attack, and this next one will be an Athletics check.
The half-elf nods to you Bree, and places the egg back into the pocket in his cloak. "You are correct. Some...Acquaintances of mine recently secured it from a hatchery hidden in the Greenfields. Odd place for a black dragon to lay eggs no?" He leans back, crossing his arms and breathing in for a lengthy sigh. "If you were facing an enemy you thought you knew, and then they suddenly made an about face so sudden you no longer understood their methods or motives, what would you do?"
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Waiting on trustlife at the moment for the rest of you. Don't wanna leave him behind.
Bree pauses a moment thinking about how to respond, "Well that depends, on what the Cult of the Dragons are now doing? Does what they are now saying match with what actions they are doing? And again, I am sorry to be blunt, but who are you working for and who are your "Acquaintances"? I know your name but not who you work for and from what I have told you, you can surmise who I am working for and I would like to be on even grounds," winking and nodding at the pocket the egg went into, "especially with what you have in your pocket."
I am SOOO insighting his answer: 8 <fingers crossed>
Laucian's shot just barely hits the outer ring this time around, and he once again slings his bow across his back while making for the rope. He leaps up and grasps the rope. The muscles in his hands and arms starts to burn as he makes his way across, and he slows down considerably. Behind him, the half-elf lands on the platform and pops off a quick arrow at the target, missing completely. He jumps off the platform onto the wall, and begins quickly making his way across it. Both of you land at the next platform simultaneously. Two thin beams run across open air to the next platform, hanging above and between them halfway through is another target.
Ranged attack, acrobatics.
I'm rolling straight garbage for this guy on the ranged attacks. R.I.P.
"We don't know what they're saying, that's the problem." There is a brief flash of annoyance, and then a moment of hesitation as you repeat your questions to him.
Make a persuasion check. Your previous insight roll will apply to whatever answer he gives for that.
Leosin shakes his head, "You're asking the wrong questions, who I work for and who my acquaintances are is irrelevant. I think that's enough chit-chat for now." He turns and begins to walk away, towards a secondary crowd gathering to watch the spectacle on the obstacle course.
Ontharr leans back, impressed by the brief ballad to the victors. A wide grin breaks across his face as you all agree to his challenge, he flags down another person in the crowd who seems to be a squire and whispers directions in his ears. The young man races off back into the tavern for several minutes. When he re-emerges, he has a few other people behind him carrying a tall round table(like a pub table), jugs, and small mugs. Ontharr meets them halfway, moving out of the crowd for the sake of convenience. He splits the mugs, three on each side and lines the jugs up in the middle. "Here we are my friends." Two well built men flank him on each side with expectant grins on their faces. "The challenge is here is simple. This," he begins, picking up one of the jugs and pouring its contents into each of the mugs. "Is True Dwarven Stout. Absolutely hellacious drink, but perfect for our intentions. We'll drink in turns, last group left standing wins!" With that, one of the men lifts the drink, which is filled to about halfway and chugs it, slamming the mug back down on the table.
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Here's how this will work: You will have three "lives." Everyone will make a Constitution save DC10 on the first round. After all six have drank, we move onto the next round and the DC increases by 2. At three fails, your character either pukes or passes out. After you all make your saves, I'll let you roleplay that out in a post however you want, then I'll do it for Ontharr and his men and we'll go to the next round. Sound good?
With the halfling rejoining them, Vaylyn realized she had lost track of her for sometime. While Ontharr and his friends set up their "game," she leaned in to listen to what Bree had to say. "I can't shake the feeling all of this is a ruse for something else." She says quietly. With a gesture towards the arrangement of alcohol and mugs being set up, she adds "although I think we might have an in here. If we're still conscious by the end of it."
After watching the man down his drink she steps forward, lifting a mug of her. She tilts it back and drinks it smoothly and slowly, trying to keep a straight face as the liquid burns down her throat. Finished, she gingerly sets the mug back down on the table, raising an eyebrow at the men across from them.
"A drinking game? Yes, by Bahamat's platinum scales a drinking game!" Ormir shouts out with gusto. He looks at Vaylyn excitedly and then at the Hansi and says, "Whether we win or lose the game tonight, free drinks makes us winners!" He then takes his place once the table is there, when his turn is up, he upends the mug into his toothy maw. He then lets out a ferocious belch and little bit of his spittle falls onto the table causing a sharp sizzling sound as it bites slightly into the wood.
Ontharr claps, clearly pleased at the group's - for the most part - enthusiasm for his game. "That's the spirit!" He and the other man who has yet to drink both grab their mugs, turning them upside as they down it. Ontharr's man handles it quite well, but to your surprise, Ontharr himself seems to have a bit of trouble. His face is screwed up in discomfort, and his lips are clamped shut. After a long moment he exhales lengthily, shaking his head. "Oy. That one was rough lads, I feel your pain friend Hansi."
Laucian once again draws her bow and shoots at the target before dashing for the poles still holding his bow, focusing on trying to keep his balance and blocking the half-elf out of his mind for the moment.
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