After 30 minutes or so, two more of the king’s aides mount the platform and call for attention. “Thank you for waiting! If you’ll please direct your attention over to the wagons by the services tables, you’ll see that several of them have been moved about and set up.” Began the first aide, a squat robed man who appears to be in his late 60s, his face and receding hairline betraying the worry in his life. “You will split into teams of three, and approach a wagon. There, a proctor will give you further instructions. You may begin now!” Bellows the giant of a woman next to him, standing 6’8” and clad in worn-in armor, her face more difficult to read.
As the aides said, several wagons of various make have been spaced out from each other, and further aides stand by, with papers and quill in hand.
(Once you have selected your groups, I will create the group PMs where the first event will take place. You can decide your groups in PBP or OoC chat.)
Sihnion looks dubiously at the source of the earlier shouting, wondering how one so little can be so loud. After a moment he smiles and says, “I shall accept the wisdom of the Hunter. Let’s see if the Gnome is willing to join us.”
Attalia approaches an unlikely pairing of aasimar and tiefling who look like they just made a deal. "You wouldn't happen to need a third, would you? I'm Atallia."
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Liarin: Against the Cult of the Reptile God Adewild: Shadows and Light 2 Brother Thaddeus: Rime of the Frostmaiden.
"Wait! What! WHAT!?!? The rug has been yanked from my feet! As such, I shall find a--" Innsol looks at the half-orc and dwarf approaching. "Oh. Is the gnome me?"
Xandar, a human, quite young and tall with short blonde hair and icy grey eyes, clad in chainmail with warhammer and shield in his hands, emerged form the assambled group of people. Being raised at the court of his father he rarely ever mingled with the common folk and thus spent the time after the announcment to eavesdrop on his competition. But now that their first assignment had been given to them, Xandar sprung into action. Holding his trusted Warhammer high above his head and slowly moving towards one of the wagons, he exclaimed with a booming voice, "Well! If someone wants to join me in this endeavor, dont be shy!". He bashed his warhammer against the shield and turned to the crowd waiting for someone to approach him.
"Wait! What! WHAT!?!? The rug has been yanked from my feet! As such, I shall find a--" Innsol looks at the half-orc and dwarf approaching. "Oh. Is the gnome me?"
Sihnion grins, beginning to like the exuberant Gnome. ”Sihnion. The Lesser”, he adds, just in case, “Tamoda here reckons that you could be our secret weapon. Shall we demihumans show the rest of these folk a thing or two?”
A young half elf stands awkwardly on the outskirts of the commotion. He is clad in a simple leather vest over a silken shirt. Those with keen senses would notice a distinct lack of wear and tear on his clothes, as if they have yet to experience travel. His platinum blonde hair drapes over a pair of green eyes. Looking about at everyone, Ahkota releases a slight sigh. It is clear he is surrounded by capable warriors and champions. Ahkota does his best to puff up his chest and disguise his slight frame behind a green cloak.
His eyes come to rest on the small shortsword hung to his belt and then to the massive weaponry wielded by those around him. Ahkota knows he may be outclassed by those around him. But everyone has to start somewhere right? The greatest heroes in the land all come from humble beginnings. But... by all that is mighty, that sword is massive.
Ahkota scans the crowd gathering around him. Surely there is someone who would benefit from his company.
"Umm, is anyone looking for a third? I am a man, of many (some) talents!"
By now, most of the teams have either finished or have been knocked out and dragged off of the field, their wagons fixed up and carted over by a series of maintenance crews wearing black face masks.
You overhear groups swapping stories in snippets "I saw someone grease the hill their cart was on and push it, but the fool didn't get out of the way in time.", "Shalasha used some weird magic, and the guys who were sent to fight us helped us carry the thing to the forest.", "Our druid was trying to coax the trees into growing up to us... we ended up just taking another team's wheel...".
(Alright everyone, sorry there's been no updates of late, i got floored by the flu, and I've still got a team to finish phase 1, so I'm just going to move everyone else onto phase 2 for now.)
You all hear the loud ringing of a bell, and other entrants start to fall silent in their idle chatter and look towards the source. The raised platform is once again occupied by one of the King's aides. "Congratulations on making it past the first round of the tests. There are only 2 left, so it's important to make a good impression. And that's what this next test is all about: you will all be interviewed, one-on-one by our proctors to test your suitability for this mission. I would like everyone to form lines over by the bar, where the green wagon is. Some temporary rooms have been built, and there you will be asked some questions. As always, you are being judged, do not take these questions lightly. You may go when you are ready."
The interviews will be carried out in our original private messages. expect to hear from me soon.
Sihnion marches resolutely over to join the queue by the bar. Whilst he is disappointed that they had not got the wagon back on the road in the allotted time, he feels confident that they had been well equipped to deal with the "bandits".
After 30 minutes or so, two more of the king’s aides mount the platform and call for attention. “Thank you for waiting! If you’ll please direct your attention over to the wagons by the services tables, you’ll see that several of them have been moved about and set up.” Began the first aide, a squat robed man who appears to be in his late 60s, his face and receding hairline betraying the worry in his life. “You will split into teams of three, and approach a wagon. There, a proctor will give you further instructions. You may begin now!” Bellows the giant of a woman next to him, standing 6’8” and clad in worn-in armor, her face more difficult to read.
As the aides said, several wagons of various make have been spaced out from each other, and further aides stand by, with papers and quill in hand.
(Once you have selected your groups, I will create the group PMs where the first event will take place. You can decide your groups in PBP or OoC chat.)
3 by 3? Half Orc, Dwarf, and Gnome? What say you?
Grim looks up at Thasla at this point, raising an eyebrow and a hand to shake.
Paladin - warforged - orange
Sihnion looks dubiously at the source of the earlier shouting, wondering how one so little can be so loud. After a moment he smiles and says, “I shall accept the wisdom of the Hunter. Let’s see if the Gnome is willing to join us.”
Thasla nods and shakes Grim’s hand.
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
Attalia approaches an unlikely pairing of aasimar and tiefling who look like they just made a deal. "You wouldn't happen to need a third, would you? I'm Atallia."
Liarin: Against the Cult of the Reptile God
Adewild: Shadows and Light 2
Brother Thaddeus: Rime of the Frostmaiden.
"Wait! What! WHAT!?!? The rug has been yanked from my feet! As such, I shall find a--" Innsol looks at the half-orc and dwarf approaching. "Oh. Is the gnome me?"
“I’m Thasla and this is Grim. Nice to meet you as well.” she says, looking toward the wagons. “Let’s win this.”
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
Grim leads the way towards a wagon.
Paladin - warforged - orange
Xandar, a human, quite young and tall with short blonde hair and icy grey eyes, clad in chainmail with warhammer and shield in his hands, emerged form the assambled group of people. Being raised at the court of his father he rarely ever mingled with the common folk and thus spent the time after the announcment to eavesdrop on his competition. But now that their first assignment had been given to them, Xandar sprung into action. Holding his trusted Warhammer high above his head and slowly moving towards one of the wagons, he exclaimed with a booming voice, "Well! If someone wants to join me in this endeavor, dont be shy!". He bashed his warhammer against the shield and turned to the crowd waiting for someone to approach him.
Sihnion grins, beginning to like the exuberant Gnome. ”Sihnion. The Lesser”, he adds, just in case, “Tamoda here reckons that you could be our secret weapon. Shall we demihumans show the rest of these folk a thing or two?”
Inssol holds up a longsword that's about three feet taller than he is. "Of course!"
Ho Ho Ho! Hail, and well met friends! Let's go!
-Ahkota Kharne-
A young half elf stands awkwardly on the outskirts of the commotion. He is clad in a simple leather vest over a silken shirt. Those with keen senses would notice a distinct lack of wear and tear on his clothes, as if they have yet to experience travel. His platinum blonde hair drapes over a pair of green eyes. Looking about at everyone, Ahkota releases a slight sigh. It is clear he is surrounded by capable warriors and champions. Ahkota does his best to puff up his chest and disguise his slight frame behind a green cloak.
His eyes come to rest on the small shortsword hung to his belt and then to the massive weaponry wielded by those around him. Ahkota knows he may be outclassed by those around him. But everyone has to start somewhere right? The greatest heroes in the land all come from humble beginnings. But... by all that is mighty, that sword is massive.
Ahkota scans the crowd gathering around him. Surely there is someone who would benefit from his company.
"Umm, is anyone looking for a third? I am a man, of many (some) talents!"
Thasla makes her way back to the gathering area with the rest of her team before watching to see how the other teams have done.
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
(Can we see how things are going with other teams? - Grim)
Paladin - warforged - orange
By now, most of the teams have either finished or have been knocked out and dragged off of the field, their wagons fixed up and carted over by a series of maintenance crews wearing black face masks.
You overhear groups swapping stories in snippets "I saw someone grease the hill their cart was on and push it, but the fool didn't get out of the way in time.", "Shalasha used some weird magic, and the guys who were sent to fight us helped us carry the thing to the forest.", "Our druid was trying to coax the trees into growing up to us... we ended up just taking another team's wheel...".
(Alright everyone, sorry there's been no updates of late, i got floored by the flu, and I've still got a team to finish phase 1, so I'm just going to move everyone else onto phase 2 for now.)
You all hear the loud ringing of a bell, and other entrants start to fall silent in their idle chatter and look towards the source. The raised platform is once again occupied by one of the King's aides. "Congratulations on making it past the first round of the tests. There are only 2 left, so it's important to make a good impression. And that's what this next test is all about: you will all be interviewed, one-on-one by our proctors to test your suitability for this mission. I would like everyone to form lines over by the bar, where the green wagon is. Some temporary rooms have been built, and there you will be asked some questions. As always, you are being judged, do not take these questions lightly. You may go when you are ready."
The interviews will be carried out in our original private messages. expect to hear from me soon.
Sihnion marches resolutely over to join the queue by the bar. Whilst he is disappointed that they had not got the wagon back on the road in the allotted time, he feels confident that they had been well equipped to deal with the "bandits".
(A reminder to let me know when your characters are going to lie to a proctor, as I'll need the truth to compare it to, and a roll.)