Your fortune has led you to Collinswood Manor, where you are greeted by a distinguished looking older gentleman by the name of Sebastian. he invites you into the mansion where you see that luxury and good taste co-mingling nicely. As Sebastian leads you to your room he says "Dinner will be served in an hour with drinks in the east library to follow. Dress is casual." As each of you are led to your well appointed suite he says. "If there is anything at all you require please ring the bell and someone from the house staff will attend you." As he hands you your key to the suite Sebastian says "thank you again for coming at the behest of The Archmage."
Ankin Tosscobble is a city-boy, a halfling brought up on the streets of the Free City. Turns out it's only free if you're prepared to take a loose interpretation of ownership towards goods and chattels. This was something the young lad had become adept at, although he was careful to only take what he needed - greed could get you a hiding at best, a swift death to a blade or, worst of all, maimed. The slum quarter was rife with cripples and beggars, victims of war, accident and disease. He had no relish to become join them.
Amongst the other youths he'd espoused the nickname "Deadeye" for his ability to place a stone into a pot from 20 paces; with the cruelty that only children can muster, he'd instead been labelled with the moniker "Tosscobble". He'd been in his fair share of fights and won plenty enough times, having an uncanny knack for dodging his antagonist's blow and striking them when and where they least expected. He possessed a skill with weapons too; he could handle a short bow or light crossbow as well as any hunter or watchman.
He was no bard, but he had acquired a viol and enough skill to occasionally earn a little respectable coin from some of the lesser inns. He'd also earned the interest of one of the barmaids at a place down the river quarter, and lodgings that came with the affections. The lass was a stout one, all the more so with the impending onset of Tosscobble junior. Ankin is now in pressing need of coin, honest coin if at all possible.
Ankin looks down his short frame at his stained, threadbare - and only - attire. "Casual it is", he remarks cheerfully.
Inwardly, he ponders the strange turn of events that led him to be spending the evening at this grand dwelling, rather than playing a borrowed fiddle in the smokey, crowded taproom followed by rutting in the single bed above. His practiced eye takes in the rich fittings of the room but he is unswayed by temptation. Honest coin is what he's after.
As Sebastian turns to leave, Ankin calls after him in the poshest accent he can summon, "I say Seb, I don't suppose you could lend me a necktie old boy? I seem to have forgotten mine."
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Broki looks about the suite and ensures that Sebastian has left and the door is firmly closed and locked. She then tilts her head from side to side as she examines the room looking for spy holes whilst thinking to herself "Can never be too careful with these rich folk, always watching and spying to get the upper hand" .
Having searched the room for spy holes (and covered any found) Broki walks over to bed and flops backwards on to it, letting her copper coloured feathers unfurl."Wow that's soft, anyone who sleeps on something as soft as this must be soft in head as well" she says out loud. She turns her beak and breathes in and pulls her head back from armour."Hmm maybe I'd better freshen up as that old man suggested before meeting some mage, I still smell like several days hard work, which would probably offend him."
Broki sighs and gets up to ring the bell and asks for bowl of fresh water and cloth. When it arrives she then spends sometime cleaning herself and making herself more presentable but keeps her leather armour on and her bag packed in case a quick getaway is required. She checks her weapons are free and loose in case this is a trap and settles down to wait.
"thank you Sebastian. this is....much appreciated"
Kyrian is a tall elf. he has black hair with steaks of red in it. he moves lithely, and carries a thin single edged sword (rapier) at his waist. his attire is nice, but foremost practical. he looks at his fellow guests with a mild interest.
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“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Athelynn, a slim half-elf, examined her surrounding as Sebastian spoke. Why would she want Athelynn to come here? Once he's finished speaking she turns to him. "Thank you, Good Sir."Once he is gone she changes into fresher clothes then read until she is called on for dinner.
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You Keep Using That Word, I Do Not Think It Means What You Think It Means
As Sebastian turns to leave, Ankin calls after him in the poshest accent he can summon, "I say Seb, I don't suppose you could lend me a necktie old boy? I seem to have forgotten mine."
Sebastian responds "We have taken the liberty of providing you with several outfits and accoutrements for you in your armoire."
Barnabus looks about his room wide eyed. Not quite sure what to examine first, he wanders about the room testing the bed, opening drawers, and closets. He notes that the armoire contains clothing that appears as if it is in his size. Deciding that his worn soldiers uniform and armor might not be appropriate for dinner he selects and trys on various articles until he finds an outfit that fits his dwarven size and tastes.
He pours some water into the available basin and makes a show of splashing some on his face. Then he dons some buckskin breaches, and a green woolen shirt. Finally binding it all together with a wide black leather belt.
He then lovingly stows his armor and gear near the door. He then proceeds to sit on the bed and marvel at his luck of finding a possible job so soon after his arrival in town.
"Many thanks!" Pomenia says with a large smile before turning to enter the room she had been led to. Closing the door behind her she felt her jaw drop slightly as she took in the lavish room. Makes me miss home even more. Making her way over to the bed, she presses down on the plush blankets covering it. She sees a basin out of the corner of her eye and going towards it she holds her head over the water, trying to make out her reflection. Days on the road had left some smudges of dirt across her face and dipping her hands into the water she washes it as best she can. Wiping her hands dry on her robes, she also shakes them in an attempt to get some of the dried grasses and burrs off. Presentable enough I think. Moving back towards the bed and falling onto it she feels herself sink slightly into the mattress. A hand goes to her amulet tucked under her robes and the slight warmth it gives off comforts her. An hour to rest. Closing her eyes she sent a quick prayer to Pelor, thankful to have lodging and meal.
Jassan thanks Sebastian and closes the door. She turns around, looks at the finely appointed room, and says to herself, "Well Jassan, what have you gotten yourself into here?" She wanders about the room, not quite sure what to do with herself. As she feels a bit of anxiety rising, she reassures herself and thinks, "Just because you've received a weird offer doesn't mean it is a bad offer." This comforts her for about half a moment when she frowns and thinks, "Then again... just because a weird offer comes from some mysterious rich guy, doesn't means it's a good offer." She continues to mull over her options, and then it comes to her. She feels much better with a purpose in mind as she prepares herself to perform a ritual that will Detect Magic. "This will take a little bit, but I've got time to kill. Besides, if I do find any creepy magic set up in my room, I'm out of here. Then again, this is the mansion of an Archmage. Wouldn't it be pretty odd if I couldn't detect any magic nearby? Hmmm. Time will tell."
She continues to mull over her options, and then it comes to her. She feels much better with a purpose in mind as she prepares herself to perform a ritual that will Detect Magic. "This will take a little bit, but I've got time to kill. Besides, if I do find any creepy magic set up in my room, I'm out of here. Then again, this is the mansion of an Archmage. Wouldn't it be pretty odd if I couldn't detect any magic nearby? Hmmm. Time will tell."
Cast Detect Magic Ritual: 17+4=21
her spell goes off.. Jassans senses overflow with feelings of magic surrounding her active yet benign. Flowing constantly all around like a web. Abjuration, Transmutation, Summoning, Alteration,Divination. the windows, the mirrors, the lamp next to the bed. lights in the hallway. and her hands glowing brightly (That's never happened before).
Ankin decided not to ask what an 'armoire' was, never mind 'accoutrements'. However, an inspection of a tall cupboard revealed a selection of fine garments. Never one to look a gift-horse in the mouth, he kicked off his rags and helped himself. Next to his skin went a linen shirt and linen breeches, and above these a tunic fringed with silk; while hose fastened by bands covered his legs, and shoes his feet. A close-fitting coat of pine marten skin completed the ensemble.
As Jassan stares down at her hands, she thinks, “Huh. I’ve cast this spell many times, but I’ve never seen my hands glow like that!” A rather curious notion occurs to her, and she decides to save that thought for later consideration once she has more information about what’s going on here.
In the meantime, Jassan is completely fascinated by her glowing hands. She checks to see if this glow is coming from just her hands or from her whole body. Then she wonders if this glow is just the magical aura revealed by the spell, or if it’s an actual physical light. Then she contemplates the true natures of magic, light, and the physical world. Some time later as she is completely lost in deep thought, she wonders what an outside observer would think if they walked into the room at that moment. She decides that she looks like an academic wizard exploring the secrets of the universe! Either that, or an overgrown child who really likes shadow puppets.
As the time for dinner arrives, everyone meets in a beautiful and well-appointed dining room. Your companions apparently come from all walks of life. Dinner is delicious and hearty. Conversation is polite. At the end of the meal Sebastian stands and addresses you all.
“in the name of the Archmage I welcome you all. You all come from different homes with different skill sets and talents. What you have in common is that each of you have come to the attention of the powers that fight to keep evil at bay. The threats from lands of Iuz and the former Great Kingdom still plot to expand their rule over any who stand in their way. But we have forces on our side, armies and powers that can make the world shake. But also agents, small in number but skilled and powerful, some as powerful as an army. The Archmage is in charge of several such teams of agents that work throughout the world, above and below it as well, to see that good prevails. You have each come here at the bidding of your mentors or those you may never have met because you each have a part to play in this struggle. But the choice is ultimately yours. If your heart is not able to make the commitment then, of course you may go. With a full purse for your trouble and travel provided to the destination of your choice, however if you choose to remain then I promise you hard training, good companionship and plenty of adventure.”
Broki takes note of each of her new "companions". She thinks to herself "Some look like they know one end of sword from the other, whilst others look like they need help getting out of bed" . She nods once, to the group she announces "My name is Broki, I have a knack for slaying those who would do me harm. You speak of hard training, that is good, you speak of good companionship"she glances about the room again"we shall see, but plenty of adventure..."Her eyes narrow on Sebastian for a moment, "that is worthy of me, speak more of this adventure you promise, I am eager for the hunt."
Ankin's whole body tingles at the thought of a full purse for the "trouble" of a new set of fine clothes and a hearty meal (with enough left overs in his pocket to tide him through a day or so). Yet if that is the reward for doing absolutely nothing, the rewards for going along with this - whatever this is - must indeed be significant. And, he has to admit, he's more than a little intrigued. Mentor, ha, as if. So why him? What could the Archmage possibly want with an ex-beggar, struggling to earn a few silver in a wharfside tavern. Was it mistaken identity, as he had suspected all along? There had been an up-and-coming member of the thieves guild in the tavern that night, drunk as a skunk, in an oblivious torpor when the nattily dressed messenger had arrived. If he were found out to be an imposter, what would the Archmage do? So many questions - but the answers all lay in the same direction.
He looks around the room carefully, then takes the apple he was saving for later and lobs it across the room, deftly impaling it upon an ornate silver candelabrum at the far end.
"Tosscobble", he announces cheerfully, "Ankin to my friends, had I any. Count me in, Seb old boy."
Looking curiously around the others he continues, "So what's the job?"
Jassan nods to Broki in agreement and adds, “And while you’re at it, speak more of this mysterious Archmage who would be ’in charge’ of us. Why aren’t they here and when do we first meet them?”
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Your fortune has led you to Collinswood Manor, where you are greeted by a distinguished looking older gentleman by the name of Sebastian. he invites you into the mansion where you see that luxury and good taste co-mingling nicely. As Sebastian leads you to your room he says "Dinner will be served in an hour with drinks in the east library to follow. Dress is casual." As each of you are led to your well appointed suite he says. "If there is anything at all you require please ring the bell and someone from the house staff will attend you." As he hands you your key to the suite Sebastian says "thank you again for coming at the behest of The Archmage."
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Ankin Tosscobble is a city-boy, a halfling brought up on the streets of the Free City. Turns out it's only free if you're prepared to take a loose interpretation of ownership towards goods and chattels. This was something the young lad had become adept at, although he was careful to only take what he needed - greed could get you a hiding at best, a swift death to a blade or, worst of all, maimed. The slum quarter was rife with cripples and beggars, victims of war, accident and disease. He had no relish to become join them.
Amongst the other youths he'd espoused the nickname "Deadeye" for his ability to place a stone into a pot from 20 paces; with the cruelty that only children can muster, he'd instead been labelled with the moniker "Tosscobble". He'd been in his fair share of fights and won plenty enough times, having an uncanny knack for dodging his antagonist's blow and striking them when and where they least expected. He possessed a skill with weapons too; he could handle a short bow or light crossbow as well as any hunter or watchman.
He was no bard, but he had acquired a viol and enough skill to occasionally earn a little respectable coin from some of the lesser inns. He'd also earned the interest of one of the barmaids at a place down the river quarter, and lodgings that came with the affections. The lass was a stout one, all the more so with the impending onset of Tosscobble junior. Ankin is now in pressing need of coin, honest coin if at all possible.
Ankin looks down his short frame at his stained, threadbare - and only - attire. "Casual it is", he remarks cheerfully.
Inwardly, he ponders the strange turn of events that led him to be spending the evening at this grand dwelling, rather than playing a borrowed fiddle in the smokey, crowded taproom followed by rutting in the single bed above. His practiced eye takes in the rich fittings of the room but he is unswayed by temptation. Honest coin is what he's after.
As Sebastian turns to leave, Ankin calls after him in the poshest accent he can summon, "I say Seb, I don't suppose you could lend me a necktie old boy? I seem to have forgotten mine."
Broki looks about the suite and ensures that Sebastian has left and the door is firmly closed and locked. She then tilts her head from side to side as she examines the room looking for spy holes whilst thinking to herself "Can never be too careful with these rich folk, always watching and spying to get the upper hand" .
Perception : 20
Having searched the room for spy holes (and covered any found) Broki walks over to bed and flops backwards on to it, letting her copper coloured feathers unfurl. "Wow that's soft, anyone who sleeps on something as soft as this must be soft in head as well" she says out loud. She turns her beak and breathes in and pulls her head back from armour. "Hmm maybe I'd better freshen up as that old man suggested before meeting some mage, I still smell like several days hard work, which would probably offend him."
Broki sighs and gets up to ring the bell and asks for bowl of fresh water and cloth. When it arrives she then spends sometime cleaning herself and making herself more presentable but keeps her leather armour on and her bag packed in case a quick getaway is required. She checks her weapons are free and loose in case this is a trap and settles down to wait.
"thank you Sebastian. this is....much appreciated"
Kyrian is a tall elf. he has black hair with steaks of red in it. he moves lithely, and carries a thin single edged sword (rapier) at his waist. his attire is nice, but foremost practical. he looks at his fellow guests with a mild interest.
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Athelynn, a slim half-elf, examined her surrounding as Sebastian spoke. Why would she want Athelynn to come here? Once he's finished speaking she turns to him. "Thank you, Good Sir." Once he is gone she changes into fresher clothes then read until she is called on for dinner.
You Keep Using That Word, I Do Not Think It Means What You Think It Means
Sebastian responds "We have taken the liberty of providing you with several outfits and accoutrements for you in your armoire."
Barnabus looks about his room wide eyed. Not quite sure what to examine first, he wanders about the room testing the bed, opening drawers, and closets. He notes that the armoire contains clothing that appears as if it is in his size. Deciding that his worn soldiers uniform and armor might not be appropriate for dinner he selects and trys on various articles until he finds an outfit that fits his dwarven size and tastes.
He pours some water into the available basin and makes a show of splashing some on his face. Then he dons some buckskin breaches, and a green woolen shirt. Finally binding it all together with a wide black leather belt.
He then lovingly stows his armor and gear near the door. He then proceeds to sit on the bed and marvel at his luck of finding a possible job so soon after his arrival in town.
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"Many thanks!" Pomenia says with a large smile before turning to enter the room she had been led to. Closing the door behind her she felt her jaw drop slightly as she took in the lavish room. Makes me miss home even more. Making her way over to the bed, she presses down on the plush blankets covering it. She sees a basin out of the corner of her eye and going towards it she holds her head over the water, trying to make out her reflection. Days on the road had left some smudges of dirt across her face and dipping her hands into the water she washes it as best she can. Wiping her hands dry on her robes, she also shakes them in an attempt to get some of the dried grasses and burrs off. Presentable enough I think. Moving back towards the bed and falling onto it she feels herself sink slightly into the mattress. A hand goes to her amulet tucked under her robes and the slight warmth it gives off comforts her. An hour to rest. Closing her eyes she sent a quick prayer to Pelor, thankful to have lodging and meal.
Jassan thanks Sebastian and closes the door. She turns around, looks at the finely appointed room, and says to herself, "Well Jassan, what have you gotten yourself into here?" She wanders about the room, not quite sure what to do with herself. As she feels a bit of anxiety rising, she reassures herself and thinks, "Just because you've received a weird offer doesn't mean it is a bad offer." This comforts her for about half a moment when she frowns and thinks, "Then again... just because a weird offer comes from some mysterious rich guy, doesn't means it's a good offer." She continues to mull over her options, and then it comes to her. She feels much better with a purpose in mind as she prepares herself to perform a ritual that will Detect Magic. "This will take a little bit, but I've got time to kill. Besides, if I do find any creepy magic set up in my room, I'm out of here. Then again, this is the mansion of an Archmage. Wouldn't it be pretty odd if I couldn't detect any magic nearby? Hmmm. Time will tell."
Cast Detect Magic Ritual: 17+4=21
her spell goes off.. Jassans senses overflow with feelings of magic surrounding her active yet benign. Flowing constantly all around like a web. Abjuration, Transmutation, Summoning, Alteration,Divination. the windows, the mirrors, the lamp next to the bed. lights in the hallway. and her hands glowing brightly (That's never happened before).
Ankin decided not to ask what an 'armoire' was, never mind 'accoutrements'. However, an inspection of a tall cupboard revealed a selection of fine garments. Never one to look a gift-horse in the mouth, he kicked off his rags and helped himself. Next to his skin went a linen shirt and linen breeches, and above these a tunic fringed with silk; while hose fastened by bands covered his legs, and shoes his feet. A close-fitting coat of pine marten skin completed the ensemble.
As Jassan stares down at her hands, she thinks, “Huh. I’ve cast this spell many times, but I’ve never seen my hands glow like that!” A rather curious notion occurs to her, and she decides to save that thought for later consideration once she has more information about what’s going on here.
In the meantime, Jassan is completely fascinated by her glowing hands. She checks to see if this glow is coming from just her hands or from her whole body. Then she wonders if this glow is just the magical aura revealed by the spell, or if it’s an actual physical light. Then she contemplates the true natures of magic, light, and the physical world. Some time later as she is completely lost in deep thought, she wonders what an outside observer would think if they walked into the room at that moment. She decides that she looks like an academic wizard exploring the secrets of the universe! Either that, or an overgrown child who really likes shadow puppets.
As the Detect Magic spell ends, the glowing ends.
As the time for dinner arrives, everyone meets in a beautiful and well-appointed dining room. Your companions apparently come from all walks of life. Dinner is delicious and hearty. Conversation is polite. At the end of the meal Sebastian stands and addresses you all.
“in the name of the Archmage I welcome you all. You all come from different homes with different skill sets and talents. What you have in common is that each of you have come to the attention of the powers that fight to keep evil at bay. The threats from lands of Iuz and the former Great Kingdom still plot to expand their rule over any who stand in their way. But we have forces on our side, armies and powers that can make the world shake. But also agents, small in number but skilled and powerful, some as powerful as an army. The Archmage is in charge of several such teams of agents that work throughout the world, above and below it as well, to see that good prevails. You have each come here at the bidding of your mentors or those you may never have met because you each have a part to play in this struggle. But the choice is ultimately yours. If your heart is not able to make the commitment then, of course you may go. With a full purse for your trouble and travel provided to the destination of your choice, however if you choose to remain then I promise you hard training, good companionship and plenty of adventure.”
Kyrian sighs. as he very well knows "good" is never what it seems. however, his queen had commanded him, and he must do her bidding...
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Broki takes note of each of her new "companions". She thinks to herself "Some look like they know one end of sword from the other, whilst others look like they need help getting out of bed" . She nods once, to the group she announces "My name is Broki, I have a knack for slaying those who would do me harm. You speak of hard training, that is good, you speak of good companionship" she glances about the room again "we shall see, but plenty of adventure..." Her eyes narrow on Sebastian for a moment, "that is worthy of me, speak more of this adventure you promise, I am eager for the hunt."
Ankin's whole body tingles at the thought of a full purse for the "trouble" of a new set of fine clothes and a hearty meal (with enough left overs in his pocket to tide him through a day or so). Yet if that is the reward for doing absolutely nothing, the rewards for going along with this - whatever this is - must indeed be significant. And, he has to admit, he's more than a little intrigued. Mentor, ha, as if. So why him? What could the Archmage possibly want with an ex-beggar, struggling to earn a few silver in a wharfside tavern. Was it mistaken identity, as he had suspected all along? There had been an up-and-coming member of the thieves guild in the tavern that night, drunk as a skunk, in an oblivious torpor when the nattily dressed messenger had arrived. If he were found out to be an imposter, what would the Archmage do? So many questions - but the answers all lay in the same direction.
He looks around the room carefully, then takes the apple he was saving for later and lobs it across the room, deftly impaling it upon an ornate silver candelabrum at the far end.
"Tosscobble", he announces cheerfully, "Ankin to my friends, had I any. Count me in, Seb old boy."
Looking curiously around the others he continues, "So what's the job?"
Jassan nods to Broki in agreement and adds, “And while you’re at it, speak more of this mysterious Archmage who would be ’in charge’ of us. Why aren’t they here and when do we first meet them?”