Valor As you answer your true fear, the woman smiles gently and reaches out to take your hand with both of her's and nearly whispers: "Remember that answer."
Then, her grip drops and she settles back into her seat, making some kind of flowery motion with the quill over the parchment before slipping it somewhere beneath the desk. "That's all from me, dearie. You can head right down to the main desk that way, Madam Winfield will help you from here -- she's the one in the green dress. Unless you have anything I can give aid to you on."
Taking a look ahead you see that the woman in question is currently speaking with lyre-carrying half-elf you noticed before.
Finn You hear a stifled laugh from behind you as you walk away from Sophia.
The woman before you seems somewhat flustered as you approach, as if she has too many things in her brain and a few of them keep falling out. When you speak, however, she steels herself and meets your eyes with a bright smile and an exuberant stretch of her arms. "Hello hello Mister Peacegrove! Yes, I know precisely who you are, yes... The Blinding Light, such a catchy little name. Now... Hm, oh, yes, my name! My name is Madam Edelina Winfield, should you be the proper fit I'm certain we shall be seeing much of one another! But first..." She taps a small stick upon the desk twice in quick succession, and by magic a crystal ball flickers into reality, floating in the space between the two of you.
"Now, Mister Peacegrove, this is very important. Think about the ideal version of yourself, the hero you came here to become. Create the picture of him in your mind, and then-- Palm your hand onto the crystal ball! Whenever you're ready... Though, do note the line behind you, dear."
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Valor thanks the woman and moves into the line behind the half-elf all too curious about what's being said and done. Magic really isn't something she's ever seen performed really but she's read about it! Trying not to be too obvious she eavesdrops on the half-elf exchange over the orb too curious not too. Perception 8 stealthy 17
Finn masks his shock at her knowledge of his former group. 'Surely she just saw us on the road. Then again, she's clearly capable of magic... Regardless, this is sanctioned recruitment. I should have nothing to worry about.'
Finn reaches a hand out warily, and closes his eyes as his palm meets the cool crystal. He focuses on her words and envisions himself. 'The hero I came here to be...'
Finn, dressed in much nicer leathers, blood down one arm. A beam of black energy shoots toward a misty figure. He can't make out any details, but he knows this person is important. He shouts out, and the beam vanishes.
Finn, now in a colorful outfit, sitting on a stool. He strums methodically on his lyre as he sings a soft ballad, hundreds of people watching, listening. As the song comes to a close, the crowd sits in awed silence for a few moments before coming to their feet in applause.
Finn, in his old home. A little dwarven girl under one arm, his mother under the other. Another misty figure, arms wrapped affectionately around Finn's neck from behind. Their clothes are nothing special. The home is nothing extravagant. But they're happy.
Finn & Valor Finn, as you stand with your palm on the crystal ball, you feel a small 'zinging' sensation crawl up your arm, almost as if you were palming a cactus. In the same second, however, the feeling goes away. When you open your eyes, the crystal ball before you has become filled with an opaque golden smoke. You can spot within it a few places where it glitters like golden ore.
"Gold it is then!" Edelina smiles, and with a tap the desk opens up a hole beneath the ball, and the ball drops inside of it. "Now, Mister Peacegrove, is the waiting game! Once we have processed the last of these applicants we will have the choosing, where you will be assigned to your Test Group-- Oh, Miss Borathys. You might as well just listen if you're going to stand there!"
Edelina's eyes meet your's, Valor, and she smiles and waves you forward, "Saves me time on needing to explain it all again. So! The Choosing shall occur where you will each be assigned to a Test Group. From there, you will come and visit me again to retrieve your lodging assignments - all room and board so long as you remain in contention shall be covered by our organization. Any questions, Mister Peacegrove, Miss Borathys?"
Beorro The Green Robe claps his hands together, suitably amused by your cantrip, and then takes the thing back to examine it. "Well, isn't that a handy little spell!" He comments. Then, he nods and uses the quill to scribble another little note before slipping the parchment somewhere underneath the counter.
"You are all good to go, Mister Timbers! Head on down that way--" He points, "Madam Winfield will show you the next step! After that, you've just gotta hope that you get a good group!"
Where the Green Robe points, you see an impressively tall and well-built human woman waiting in line behind a half-elf holding a lyre, who stands with the supposed Madam Winfield.
Valor "You shall, Miss Borathys, don't you fret! But now I don't have to repeat the spiel for you, too-- Unless... You did catch all that, right dear?"
"Yes," Valor replies nodding her head. "so Sorry to interrupt," she then says to the half-elf. "I'm Valor, Valor Borathys," she adds offering her hand to the half-elf on greeting. "Peacegrove right? Sorry for eavesdropping," she adds.
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"Finn Peacegrove," Finn responds warmly. "Nice to meet you. No need to apologize for curiousity. If it's all the same to you, though, I'd like to stay and observe this process. This time with my eyes open," he comments with a chuckle.
OOC: About how many applicants do we see still waiting in line? Or are we bringing up the end?
Valor & Finn "Then it's up to the Madam Borathys!" Edelina rearranges some things on the desk haphazardly, then clears her throat and performs the same tapping she did earlier. Once again, a ball of crystal flickers into existence, floating between her, and Valor this time.
"Just think of the hero you dream to be, Valor Borathys. Keep a hold of her in your mind, and then press your palm to the crystal, whenever you're ready!"
Finn, you see that the line is getting closer to an end. The Green Robes are each busy with the next applicants, including a halfling who looks about ready to come your way, and another half-elf man wearing cleric's vestments. Beyond those you can tell that the line is long enough to perhaps be another hour of wait time, but surely not much longer than that.
Finn, you are currently free to explore the library, observe your surroundings, or interact with your fellow player-characters. Choose:
> Roll an Investigation check to explore. > Roll a Perception check to observe. > Post freely to socialize.
Your Green Robe is a mild-mannered seeming, tanned human man with a trimmed beard, and long brown hair tied into a low ponytail, and tinted glasses sitting at the tip of his nose. As you approach he looks up at you, eyes quickly jarring over places where weapons are typically held before he scribbles something onto the parchment.
He cocks his head somewhat at your last statement, a small chuckle being culled out of him which makes him look less tired. "Right, right," He nods, "And have you any family in the city, Mister Renellon?"
Insight: The man is tired from what must be a long day, and you catch as he quickly rubs his wrists - they must be sore. He seems to appreciate your mild attempt at charm, though you can't be certain whether he finds you laughable, or affable.
'Family?' Gallias took a moment to ponder the question. 'No, I'm afraid all my relatives are living in the countryside. Charming but dreadfully boring I must say so I moved to the city a while ago.' He tapped his chin in contemplation. 'I do have a landlady who I'm amicable with in the sense one would be amicable with a distant aunt you only see once a month.'
He looked at the man in green with a mixture of mischief and slight worry. 'Please don't tell me this is one of those "next-of-kin" situations in case some sort of accident would befall me.'
Gallias The Green Robe chuffs at your statement and shakes his head somewhat as he fills in a bit more on the parchment. "We should hope not-- But I can't say there's no chance at all. Hero work is dangerous work after all." The man shrugs somewhat, "Just filling in some blanks."
The man scruffs his beard a little, smoothing it down as he thinks, "Guess that'd be the last of it. You can head on down to Winfield, now. She's the older broad with the goose-hair, down at the end. You can head over now and get in the next line... 'Less you have any questions, that is."
Up ahead you see the woman the Green Robe is speaking of. A half-elf with a lute stands near the desk she's at, as well as a tall and well-muscled human woman.
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Finn observes his surroundings. Seeing this much variety in a population was not new for him. The sheer size of the crowd, on the other hand... Never had he seen a group this large gathered in a single place, even during his traveling performances. He takes it all in, getting a feel for the atmosphere, coming up with fictional relationships between individuals as they interact.
Gallias The Green Robe chuffs at your statement and shakes his head somewhat as he fills in a bit more on the parchment. "We should hope not-- But I can't say there's no chance at all. Hero work is dangerous work after all." The man shrugs somewhat, "Just filling in some blanks."
The man scruffs his beard a little, smoothing it down as he thinks, "Guess that'd be the last of it. You can head on down to Winfield, now. She's the older broad with the goose-hair, down at the end. You can head over now and get in the next line... 'Less you have any questions, that is."
Up ahead you see the woman the Green Robe is speaking of. A half-elf with a lute stands near the desk she's at, as well as a tall and well-muscled human woman.
'Oh well, what's life without some risks?' Gallias mutters as he notes down the information on his landlady. He hesitates for a moment before putting the pen back to paper and writing down the contact information for his brother. 'Just in case.'
Certain that everything is taken care of, Gallias politely extends his hand to shake the clerk's. 'Thank you for this opportunity. Guess I'll go bugger Miss Winfield now.' And with that said, Gallias walks off into the direction specified. It was not that hard to find. His eyes move over from the half-elf (bard?) to the human (and the sword at her side, careful now) before settling on older lady in attendance.
'Miss Winfield, I presume?' Gallias says with a slight bow. 'My name is Gallias Renellon. I was told to meet with you?'
Valor nods eyes wide and places her hand in the crystal ball in front of her!
"I want to save everyone I can from them. They have to be stopped," Valor thinks as the Nkosi flashes in her mind as she presses her palm into the crystal firmly while holding Madam Borathys eyes.
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Gallias & Valor Gallias, Edelina answers you with a smile: "That would be me!" She gestures to Valor, and then waits for the woman to place her hand upon the crystal ball.
Valor, as you touch the crystal you feel almost like you have touched something hot, but the feeling is gone as soon as it appears. As you press your hand to the crystal, you watch as a red cloud of opaque gas forms inside of it, filling it entirely. "And a Red! I might have guessed that one outright," Edelina laughs, taps again, and a hole in the desk opens up and swallows the crystal ball like it had for Finn.
"Now go along, Valor dear! I'd guess it's about a quarter shy of an hour until Sir Anarmea makes his appearance..."
She then turns to Gallias and taps twice to bring up a new crystal ball. "Gallias Renellon, yes, of course! You've tidied up your hair quite nicely, hm? Just like a little boy on his way to Temple for the first time," She reaches out and squeezes your cheek a little, like a distant relative seeing you for the first time in years, "It's quite simple then, dear. Just think of the reasons you came here, and the hero you see yourself becoming, and then do just as the little miss with the sword did. Palm onto the ball-- Are you prepared?"
Valor, you are currently free to explore the library, observe your surroundings, or interact with your fellow player-characters. Choose:
> Roll an Investigation check to explore. > Roll a Perception check to observe. > Post freely to socialize.
Finn You gaze about the room and see the impatient milling of a variety of folk. There are some that make sense being here, obvious hero-types. The buff man with his axe and shield, the obvious wizard casting spells out of boredom. There are others who seem less fit, however. A middle-aged woman in the dress of a baker, anxiously standing in the corner. A young boy, barely fifteen you'd guess, scrawny and attempting to look intimidating with the rapier he isn't quite holding right. It's clear that the promise of 2,400 Gold has interested many.
Something else you spot in the area are guards that you're certain you didn't notice before. Hulking figures near seven feet tall with wide frames, and wearing vibrant red plate armor. They all have their faces concealed by a helmet, and wield varying degrees of heavy weapons. They look almost statuesque as they stand throughout the library, observing everyone in attendance - and perhaps intimidating them, too, by mere stature.
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Taking note of the armored figures, Finn settles himself in the vicinity of the baker woman. Not so close that he invades her personal space, but close enough to catch her attention. Meeting her gaze, he smiles tentatively, nods in acknowledgment, then sits cross-legged on the floor. Lyre in hand, Finn plays a string of notes, casting Minor Illusion to cause them to repeat. Over those, he begins the melody of a lullaby his mother once sang to him as a child, hoping to soothe the nerves of this woman.
Finn closes his eyes and leans his back against the wall. All room and board covered... Can't argue with that. But what is this about a test group, I wonder... Maybe I should have asked more before applying... No matter. What's done is done. I'll do my best, and that will undoubtedly be more than enough.
Valor
As you answer your true fear, the woman smiles gently and reaches out to take your hand with both of her's and nearly whispers: "Remember that answer."
Then, her grip drops and she settles back into her seat, making some kind of flowery motion with the quill over the parchment before slipping it somewhere beneath the desk. "That's all from me, dearie. You can head right down to the main desk that way, Madam Winfield will help you from here -- she's the one in the green dress. Unless you have anything I can give aid to you on."
Taking a look ahead you see that the woman in question is currently speaking with lyre-carrying half-elf you noticed before.
Finn
You hear a stifled laugh from behind you as you walk away from Sophia.
The woman before you seems somewhat flustered as you approach, as if she has too many things in her brain and a few of them keep falling out. When you speak, however, she steels herself and meets your eyes with a bright smile and an exuberant stretch of her arms. "Hello hello Mister Peacegrove! Yes, I know precisely who you are, yes... The Blinding Light, such a catchy little name. Now... Hm, oh, yes, my name! My name is Madam Edelina Winfield, should you be the proper fit I'm certain we shall be seeing much of one another! But first..." She taps a small stick upon the desk twice in quick succession, and by magic a crystal ball flickers into reality, floating in the space between the two of you.
"Now, Mister Peacegrove, this is very important. Think about the ideal version of yourself, the hero you came here to become. Create the picture of him in your mind, and then-- Palm your hand onto the crystal ball! Whenever you're ready... Though, do note the line behind you, dear."
Valor thanks the woman and moves into the line behind the half-elf all too curious about what's being said and done. Magic really isn't something she's ever seen performed really but she's read about it! Trying not to be too obvious she eavesdrops on the half-elf exchange over the orb too curious not too. Perception 8 stealthy 17
OOC: oh dear...
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Finn masks his shock at her knowledge of his former group. 'Surely she just saw us on the road. Then again, she's clearly capable of magic... Regardless, this is sanctioned recruitment. I should have nothing to worry about.'
Finn reaches a hand out warily, and closes his eyes as his palm meets the cool crystal. He focuses on her words and envisions himself. 'The hero I came here to be...'
Finn, dressed in much nicer leathers, blood down one arm. A beam of black energy shoots toward a misty figure. He can't make out any details, but he knows this person is important. He shouts out, and the beam vanishes.
Finn, now in a colorful outfit, sitting on a stool. He strums methodically on his lyre as he sings a soft ballad, hundreds of people watching, listening. As the song comes to a close, the crowd sits in awed silence for a few moments before coming to their feet in applause.
Finn, in his old home. A little dwarven girl under one arm, his mother under the other. Another misty figure, arms wrapped affectionately around Finn's neck from behind. Their clothes are nothing special. The home is nothing extravagant. But they're happy.
Finn & Valor
Finn, as you stand with your palm on the crystal ball, you feel a small 'zinging' sensation crawl up your arm, almost as if you were palming a cactus. In the same second, however, the feeling goes away. When you open your eyes, the crystal ball before you has become filled with an opaque golden smoke. You can spot within it a few places where it glitters like golden ore.
"Gold it is then!" Edelina smiles, and with a tap the desk opens up a hole beneath the ball, and the ball drops inside of it. "Now, Mister Peacegrove, is the waiting game! Once we have processed the last of these applicants we will have the choosing, where you will be assigned to your Test Group-- Oh, Miss Borathys. You might as well just listen if you're going to stand there!"
Edelina's eyes meet your's, Valor, and she smiles and waves you forward, "Saves me time on needing to explain it all again. So! The Choosing shall occur where you will each be assigned to a Test Group. From there, you will come and visit me again to retrieve your lodging assignments - all room and board so long as you remain in contention shall be covered by our organization. Any questions, Mister Peacegrove, Miss Borathys?"
Beorro laughed out his nose. “One would hope,” he replied with a smile.
When asked to perform some magic he paused a moment. Producing fire would certainly impress but with all these books around....
”A cantrip huh?.. May I borrow your quill for a moment?” He asked the clerk.
Beorro
"Only if you promise not to turn it back into a bird!" The Green Robe smiled, offering a wink as well as his quill to Beorro.
Beorro reached out and took the clerk’s quill from his hand, and immediately proceeded to snap it in half.
“Hold on. Hold on it’s fine.” He said when he saw the look on the man’s face.
Beorro then held the two quill halves together and closed his eyes. After a moment the quill begins to slowly seal itself back together.
”Ta Da! How’s that?” asks Beorro with a smile as he presents the newly whole quill back to its owner.
Beorro
The Green Robe claps his hands together, suitably amused by your cantrip, and then takes the thing back to examine it. "Well, isn't that a handy little spell!" He comments. Then, he nods and uses the quill to scribble another little note before slipping the parchment somewhere underneath the counter.
"You are all good to go, Mister Timbers! Head on down that way--" He points, "Madam Winfield will show you the next step! After that, you've just gotta hope that you get a good group!"
Where the Green Robe points, you see an impressively tall and well-built human woman waiting in line behind a half-elf holding a lyre, who stands with the supposed Madam Winfield.
"Don't I need to...to touch the crystal," Valor asks a mix of concern and disappointment in her tone.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Valor
"You shall, Miss Borathys, don't you fret! But now I don't have to repeat the spiel for you, too-- Unless... You did catch all that, right dear?"
"Yes," Valor replies nodding her head. "so Sorry to interrupt," she then says to the half-elf. "I'm Valor, Valor Borathys," she adds offering her hand to the half-elf on greeting. "Peacegrove right? Sorry for eavesdropping," she adds.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"Finn Peacegrove," Finn responds warmly. "Nice to meet you. No need to apologize for curiousity. If it's all the same to you, though, I'd like to stay and observe this process. This time with my eyes open," he comments with a chuckle.
OOC: About how many applicants do we see still waiting in line? Or are we bringing up the end?
Valor & Finn
"Then it's up to the Madam Borathys!" Edelina rearranges some things on the desk haphazardly, then clears her throat and performs the same tapping she did earlier. Once again, a ball of crystal flickers into existence, floating between her, and Valor this time.
"Just think of the hero you dream to be, Valor Borathys. Keep a hold of her in your mind, and then press your palm to the crystal, whenever you're ready!"
Finn, you see that the line is getting closer to an end. The Green Robes are each busy with the next applicants, including a halfling who looks about ready to come your way, and another half-elf man wearing cleric's vestments. Beyond those you can tell that the line is long enough to perhaps be another hour of wait time, but surely not much longer than that.
Finn, you are currently free to explore the library, observe your surroundings, or interact with your fellow player-characters. Choose:
> Roll an Investigation check to explore.
> Roll a Perception check to observe.
> Post freely to socialize.
'Family?' Gallias took a moment to ponder the question. 'No, I'm afraid all my relatives are living in the countryside. Charming but dreadfully boring I must say so I moved to the city a while ago.' He tapped his chin in contemplation. 'I do have a landlady who I'm amicable with in the sense one would be amicable with a distant aunt you only see once a month.'
He looked at the man in green with a mixture of mischief and slight worry. 'Please don't tell me this is one of those "next-of-kin" situations in case some sort of accident would befall me.'
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Gallias
The Green Robe chuffs at your statement and shakes his head somewhat as he fills in a bit more on the parchment. "We should hope not-- But I can't say there's no chance at all. Hero work is dangerous work after all." The man shrugs somewhat, "Just filling in some blanks."
The man scruffs his beard a little, smoothing it down as he thinks, "Guess that'd be the last of it. You can head on down to Winfield, now. She's the older broad with the goose-hair, down at the end. You can head over now and get in the next line... 'Less you have any questions, that is."
Up ahead you see the woman the Green Robe is speaking of. A half-elf with a lute stands near the desk she's at, as well as a tall and well-muscled human woman.
Finn observes his surroundings. Seeing this much variety in a population was not new for him. The sheer size of the crowd, on the other hand... Never had he seen a group this large gathered in a single place, even during his traveling performances. He takes it all in, getting a feel for the atmosphere, coming up with fictional relationships between individuals as they interact.
Perception check: 4
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Valor nods eyes wide and places her hand in the crystal ball in front of her!
"I want to save everyone I can from them. They have to be stopped," Valor thinks as the Nkosi flashes in her mind as she presses her palm into the crystal firmly while holding Madam Borathys eyes.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Gallias & Valor
Gallias, Edelina answers you with a smile: "That would be me!" She gestures to Valor, and then waits for the woman to place her hand upon the crystal ball.
Valor, as you touch the crystal you feel almost like you have touched something hot, but the feeling is gone as soon as it appears. As you press your hand to the crystal, you watch as a red cloud of opaque gas forms inside of it, filling it entirely. "And a Red! I might have guessed that one outright," Edelina laughs, taps again, and a hole in the desk opens up and swallows the crystal ball like it had for Finn.
"Now go along, Valor dear! I'd guess it's about a quarter shy of an hour until Sir Anarmea makes his appearance..."
She then turns to Gallias and taps twice to bring up a new crystal ball. "Gallias Renellon, yes, of course! You've tidied up your hair quite nicely, hm? Just like a little boy on his way to Temple for the first time," She reaches out and squeezes your cheek a little, like a distant relative seeing you for the first time in years, "It's quite simple then, dear. Just think of the reasons you came here, and the hero you see yourself becoming, and then do just as the little miss with the sword did. Palm onto the ball-- Are you prepared?"
Valor, you are currently free to explore the library, observe your surroundings, or interact with your fellow player-characters. Choose:
> Roll an Investigation check to explore.
> Roll a Perception check to observe.
> Post freely to socialize.
Finn
You gaze about the room and see the impatient milling of a variety of folk. There are some that make sense being here, obvious hero-types. The buff man with his axe and shield, the obvious wizard casting spells out of boredom. There are others who seem less fit, however. A middle-aged woman in the dress of a baker, anxiously standing in the corner. A young boy, barely fifteen you'd guess, scrawny and attempting to look intimidating with the rapier he isn't quite holding right. It's clear that the promise of 2,400 Gold has interested many.
Something else you spot in the area are guards that you're certain you didn't notice before. Hulking figures near seven feet tall with wide frames, and wearing vibrant red plate armor. They all have their faces concealed by a helmet, and wield varying degrees of heavy weapons. They look almost statuesque as they stand throughout the library, observing everyone in attendance - and perhaps intimidating them, too, by mere stature.
Taking note of the armored figures, Finn settles himself in the vicinity of the baker woman. Not so close that he invades her personal space, but close enough to catch her attention. Meeting her gaze, he smiles tentatively, nods in acknowledgment, then sits cross-legged on the floor. Lyre in hand, Finn plays a string of notes, casting Minor Illusion to cause them to repeat. Over those, he begins the melody of a lullaby his mother once sang to him as a child, hoping to soothe the nerves of this woman.
Finn closes his eyes and leans his back against the wall. All room and board covered... Can't argue with that. But what is this about a test group, I wonder... Maybe I should have asked more before applying... No matter. What's done is done. I'll do my best, and that will undoubtedly be more than enough.
Performance check: 20