Gallias "Roque, if you will," Alonzo commands, crossing his arms as the Green Robe steps forth somewhat tentatively.
Roque presents to you the following, albeit nervously, and often looking to Alonzo as if seeking approval, "Er, alright, so you enter a room, and the door seals behind you. In the room there's, er... Well, there's a collection of artifacts. Old journals and tomes containing mysteries lost to time... Ancient weapons holding hidden magic... Priceless jewels and paintings worth millions... And then some other items, more simply, like the tooth of some beast you might never see, and things that appear otherwise worthless. I'm uh, the curious sort so I would pick the--"
"He doesn't care what you would pick, Roque," Alonzo's tone cuts down any momentum Roque had built, and the man just nods and takes a step back. Alonzo continues from where Roque left off, "One of these items is the key to your escape, and it's the one which attunes most definitely to your being. Which is it? And do be honest, please, it should help settle something between us."
Gallias's eyes light up at the description Roque and Alonzo give him. It sounded like a puzzle, a riddle, a conundrum if you will. Exactly the sort of thing he enjoys.
'Let's see...' His eyes begin to wander as he mentally dissected the problem. 'If the objective is to merely escape the sealed room, then mere monetary value is of little use so I wouldn't turn towards the jewels or paintings. Ancient weapons with hidden magic sound nice but seldom, if ever, hold the key to escape. Unless they can be used to bust open the door but that's a boring narrative and makers of trapped rooms of doom usually account for these kind of things. The journals and tomes might hold a clue as to how to escape the predicament, potentially if the journals were written by those who failed or succeeded before, but if these are "mysteries lost to time" it would be a bit much to assume they contain notes on how to escape a room build after said writings were written down. No, these kind of stories or situations usually are about some morality lessen like choosing between a gold adorned goblet and a regular wooden one as a test of worthiness because of this and that and whatnot. So an unassuming item or something that would look out of place among these invaluable would have a higher probability of aiding one's escape. Of course, without proper knowledge of all the variables, it would be ill advised to commit to a solution without thinking everything...'
Gallias focused back onto the two people before him. 'Through.' He awkwardly finishes his train of thought. 'Sorry, I tend to overthink these things.'
He takes a moment to refocus his mind. 'If it was merely a question of picking out the item that would attune the most to my being, I think my first instinct would be to pick a tome.'
Beorro, Finn, Valor Where at one moment the crowd was tense, the moment you point out your illusory stain - they break out in laughter. The room is massive, and echoing, and so that laughter spreads throughout the building. The fop looks down at his pants and his eyes widen for a moment, he brushes at it, and determines it's an illusion. "It's not real!" He growls, shouting at no one, because they're all too busy laughing.
Then, realizing what you've done, he points at you with fire in his eyes, "You!" And charges. Before he can reach you, however, one of the guards in red plate reaches out an arm and grasps him by the back of his shirt.
"Now, now, now, Sir Van Rosse!" Edelina Winfield approaches from her desk, her steps tiny in a way that makes her walk look like a duck's, "Save all of that energy for the tests, hm?"
The fop, Sir Van Rosse, twists his face into frustration, but presses his arms down to his sides, "...Of course, Madam Winfield."
Valor you notice as the thief takes the distraction as an opportunity to slip away from the crowd.
Finn you gain Inspiration.
Gallias Roque's teeth are on his lip as he bites it nervously, but Alonzo's smile is far less telling. As you finish talking, he claps his hands together once and chuckles somewhat, "Precisely what I expected. Is it not, Roque?" Roque just nods. Alonzo continues, walking towards you, and past you, as he speaks, "On all counts, in fact. It will be quite the interesting scene when that choice finally presents itself... What you do with all the variables. Oh, and by the way-- Cute dog."
Roque follows after Alonzo, nodding to you as he passes by, and informing you that, "The Choosing should be soon."
As the drama in the lobby settles, and Alonzo leaves Gallias to the hall, a horn sounds that seems to bring a quiet to the entire library.
"The Choosing shall begin momentarily," A disembodied voice reverberates, "Please remain in the building."
Gallias Roque's teeth are on his lip as he bites it nervously, but Alonzo's smile is far less telling. As you finish talking, he claps his hands together once and chuckles somewhat, "Precisely what I expected. Is it not, Roque?" Roque just nods. Alonzo continues, walking towards you, and past you, as he speaks, "On all counts, in fact. It will be quite the interesting scene when that choice finally presents itself... What you do with all the variables. Oh, and by the way-- Cute dog."
Roque follows after Alonzo, nodding to you as he passes by, and informing you that, "The Choosing should be soon."
Gallias takes a moment to ponder and process what had just happened. He is not quite sure what to make of Alonzo's last words but if a test like this would pop up in the future, he will be better prepared for it.
The announcement regarding the Choosing takes Gallias out of his thoughts. He gives a final look down the hallway where he bumped into Alonzo and Roque and, while the idea of further exploring said hallway and the Library softly tugged at his mind, he decides to better play it safe and makes his way back towards the hall where he last saw Miss Winfield.
Valor says nothing about the thief a firm believer in fate catching you up for even little things like rudeness. She does however nudge Finn with a grin. "Let's always be friends huh," she says with a jovial tone verging on laughter but she doesn't let it escape her lips.
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Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
After just a couple of minutes, a horn sounds once more. Above you, a portion of the roof separates from the rest of the building, and lowers down so that it hovers a good twenty feet over your heads. At it's lowest point you're able to see that the platform features a high elven man of moon descent - very rare for this part of the world. He hosts lilac skin and silvery-white hair, and wears a stylish set of blue academic's robes. You're able to just barely make out a small badge on his breast pocket featuring a sapphire and silver icosohedron.
Just behind the man are four, circular glass bubbles, like the crystal balls from earlier only several times the size. Each are clear, but seem to contain different coloured essence. The largest and most striking of them is the ball filled with a fiery Ruby colour. The next largest, glittering gold. Somewhat smaller than that, one with an enchanting sapphire -- and the smallest of the three, a ball of muted green.
“Good evening to you all," The man greets, his accent refined and once more clearly not of this land, "And our greatest thanks to all you brave heroes who have answered our call. As you may suspect from the wide expanse of our search, and the size of the reward that we have chosen to offer, this is a matter of not only great national importance, but of international as well. As such, we cannot simply select those among you merely on word, or reputation alone.”
There is some amount of discontent in regards to the statement. The most impressive among the crowd seem to huff at this - you may notice the impressively armed and heavily decorated soldier scoffing, or the bear of a man wielding an axe almost his size rolling his eyes quite perceptibly. At the same time, there are some less obvious choices for the definition of "hero" who find themselves more interested at the prospect.
“And so," The man continues, "In the spirit of our Great Sriae’s pantheon, we shall look to the Goddess Arenmoor, and select only those who prove themselves worthy of fulfilling the great task ahead of you.”
Gallias and Finn, you immediately recognize the name Arenmoor. She is symbol for athletes, knights, and all those who test their power, Arenmoor is the goddess of competition. Those that follow her believe that some people are truly better than others in certain aspects, and that competition is the only way to drive those better people to perfection. Her visage can be seen as the icon for almost all tournaments, sports, or other tests of skill, and she appears to be neutral, giving her favour to those who give her the most appropriate offerings or who work the hardest.
(Valor and Beorro you may know this if you succeed on a DC10 Religion check.)
“We shall assign you each to an honoured group of four Heroes, chosen by the wills of the Gods themselves, and you shall compete through Three tests designed to wean out the unworthy. These tests are no easy feat, and should either your desire to help or your greed for wealth prove to be greater than your abilities... Well, I would advise for you to leave now.”
He then pauses, permitting anyone with doubts to leave.
"Alrighty, friends it is. But just so you know, this doesn't mean you're safe from any of my pranks," Finn whispers back to Valor with a wink.
'A competition. Excellent,' he thought to himself. 'Maybe I shouldn't have made such a scene earlier, though. Drawing attention to myself could make me a target, if it comes to that... Nevertheless, I wish he'd get on with The Choosing.' He looks up to the ceiling, silently praying, 'Please just grant me a capable group.'
When Beorro sees what is happening with the loud rude man he lets out an involuntary and slightly too loud laugh which he quickly tries to stifle. He isn’t much for mean jokes, but that man certainly seemed to have it coming. He briefly considers approaching the bard he suspected had cast the illusion, but just then the horn blows and the elven man begins to descend on his platform. Beorro then pushes through the crowd (a sea of legs and rear-ends to him) until he finds a spot where he can see and hear better.
Valor grins at Finn, "two can prank friend," she says looking back at the man who made the announcement. Religion 4 OOC: I don't add anything so fingers crossed!
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Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
A gnome sits at a table in the library, reading a book, his feet kicking slightly. His white hair is unkempt and sticks up all over his head, but he keeps his beard well groomed. His blue eyes move quickly from line to line as he reads the book. He wears a simple brown cloth tunic with some green trimming and matching pants. He has a staff carved with a few simple runes. In front of him is a bag thrown haphazardly on the table. A book, a few pieces of parchment, and a bottle of ink stick out a bit.
Lorick, upon hearing the announcements beginning about the upcoming tests, looks up from his book briefly. As soon as the man pauses to allow for people to leave, he immediately returns his eyes to what he had been reading. Guess I better get as much reading in as I can before I'm pulled away from this library, he thinks to himself. He turns the page.
There's a slight pause in the crowd as the high elf man makes the offer for people to leave. Then, a half-elf in cleric vestments takes steps towards the door, and the rest of the crowd releases all tension, and plenty follow him out. The baker woman among them.
Once surrender has been made by so many, the high elf clears his throat and begins to speak once more: "I dearly appreciate their honesty."
"Now... Once you have been grouped, there is no changing it. These are chosen by Fate, and as we all know, Fate cannot be altered. You and your group members shall be advised to the inn where you will stay during the tests, and it is there that you shall find further information on tomorrow’s events. Shall we begin?”
The crowd roars a cheer of assent, and you can see the man smile somewhat. With an echoing snap of his fingers, the clinking sound of four balls can be heard, following which four ethereal images appear projected in the air above you all:
In red, a dwarven youth with a bushy beard and the glittering of jewels in his ears.
In gold, a cloaked figure that you can barely make out, with striking red skin peeking out from under a hood.
In blue, a well put together human in business attire, with her hair in a tight bun.
And in green, a high elven woman wearing the attire of a local guard.
You hear some laughing, cheering, and see some shaking of hands as the four find one another in the crowd and make their way off to Edelina Winfield. As they do, another snap fills the air, and four more faces appear.
In red, the bear of a man Finn saw earlier, grinning in heavy armor.
In gold, a beautiful moon elf man wearing an over-the-top wizard's hat.
In blue, a young boy no older than ten, with massive spectacles and a newsboy's cap.
And in green, a dwarven elder with dark skin, wearing clerics vestments.
Group after group is projected, and the colourful balls behind the man deplete slowly. There's the rare face you recognize, such as...
In red, a lean elf with strikingly pale skin, an assortment of weapons somewhat visible at their back.
In gold, the thief that Valor saw stealing from the fop.
In blue, the foppish man on whom Finn pulled his prank.
And in green, a hulking half-orc with an impassable face.
As the hour passes the room becomes more and more sparse, group after group leaving with the information from Edelina Winfield. Finally - finally - when there might only be twenty some souls left in the room, you see your face.
Valor, a projection of you in fiery ruby, eyes focused.
Finn, the image of you is in glittering gold, and shows you smirking as you did at the fop.
Lorick, the image of you is in an enchanting blue, and shows your eyes downcast over a book.
And Beorro, a projection of you in muted green, looking upon the crystal ball.
"Yaaaaaaaas, new best frand!" Finn says as he enthusiastically throws an arm around Valor's shoulders. "Now to find our compatriots..."
As he looks around the room for the gnome and halfling - trying to look between the legs of taller individuals - Finn thinks to himself, 'There were quite a few shady-looking people that were selected as Gold. Am I that shady...? Eh, that's fair.'
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I’m with the prankster huh? This might turn out to be quite fun if we make it passed the trial. And.. is that a gnome? Brilliant! It’ll be nice to have someone on my level.. so to speak.
Beorro looks around for the other members of his group.
"Well, at least I know someone," Valor replies to Finn. "As for the others..." she trails off moving towards her party with a soft smile. "Well meet," she begins. "I am Valor Borathys. I hope my blade and bow protect you well in the coming trials," she says. "What do you possess to aid us when we move forward," she asks curiously.
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Beorro, you find the rest of your group within moments - even the Gnome sitting at a table a distance away - with your sharp vision. You gather everyone together, and Edelina Winfield is excitedly waving you all over.
Lorick looks up at the group forming around him, and closes the book he was reading. "Guess we're a team, eh?" He pushes the few things sticking out of his bag back in as he hops up out of the chair, slinging the bag on his back. "I'm Lorick. I'm from the south, and I know a thing or two about magic. And I read. A lot." His eyes move towards Edelina as she signals them over. "Guess we shouldn't keep keep her waiting." He begins walking over to Edelina, assuming the rest of the party will follow suit.
"Ooh, yes yes!" Winfield smiles, clapping her hands together, "What an adorable little crew you all make!" She then drops her hands to a stack of parchment on the desk, and pulls free a large folder which she opens before you.
"Looks like you four will be staying at the Mirror Moon Inn, just down the street a block, and on your right. I’m certain you can’t miss it, but if you see the fountain, you’ve certainly gone too far! There are one-two-three--four keys to your room, one for each of you! Due to the size of the event we of course can only supply one room per group, but they have been graciously set by their proprietors with beds or bedrolls for four individuals. I suppose I’ll see you loves come morning, hm? Bright and early! Get lots of rest, and try to sort out what you’re all best at! Always best when you know your strengths, methinks!”
One envelope, and four small keys are set before you. The envelope reads each of your names, and is labelled 'Further Information'. The keys are all marked with a small tag that bears Edelina's signature, as well as the number "7".
It is currently not long before sunset, but there's likely still an hour or two before night falls proper. What do you do?
Valor nods at Lorick following behind Finn observant but not talking. She takes her note Nd key but waits for the party's leader to step forward, she's keen for it NOT to be her.
"Ah, Miss Edelina. One more thing," Finn says. "There was a baker woman here earlier. You seem to have some knowledge of everyone that's come through. Could you point me in the direction of her bakery? Or just the nearest bakery in town, if you don't know specifically which one?"
Edelina's smile grows as you question her, and she nods and pulls out another small slip of parchment, "You're quite right dear Mister Peacegrove! That darling woman's name is an ex-Missus Holly Sweetenrolle.You'll find her at this address, in the west-most central housing district. Just about a quarter hour jaunt from here to there. She'd be just coloured to see you, dearie."
She finishes writing the address and name of the establishment with a flourish, and then slides the small slip of parchment next to your key.
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William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
Tyrgram, the Butterfly Knight: Dwarf Warlock - Secret of Greenwold
Iòlinder Corrach: Half Elf War Cleric - Allansia Adventure
Valerius Sergius Publius: Dhampir Paladin - Vae Victus
Beorro, Finn, Valor
Where at one moment the crowd was tense, the moment you point out your illusory stain - they break out in laughter. The room is massive, and echoing, and so that laughter spreads throughout the building. The fop looks down at his pants and his eyes widen for a moment, he brushes at it, and determines it's an illusion. "It's not real!" He growls, shouting at no one, because they're all too busy laughing.
Then, realizing what you've done, he points at you with fire in his eyes, "You!" And charges. Before he can reach you, however, one of the guards in red plate reaches out an arm and grasps him by the back of his shirt.
"Now, now, now, Sir Van Rosse!" Edelina Winfield approaches from her desk, her steps tiny in a way that makes her walk look like a duck's, "Save all of that energy for the tests, hm?"
The fop, Sir Van Rosse, twists his face into frustration, but presses his arms down to his sides, "...Of course, Madam Winfield."
Valor you notice as the thief takes the distraction as an opportunity to slip away from the crowd.
Finn you gain Inspiration.
Gallias
Roque's teeth are on his lip as he bites it nervously, but Alonzo's smile is far less telling. As you finish talking, he claps his hands together once and chuckles somewhat, "Precisely what I expected. Is it not, Roque?" Roque just nods. Alonzo continues, walking towards you, and past you, as he speaks, "On all counts, in fact. It will be quite the interesting scene when that choice finally presents itself... What you do with all the variables. Oh, and by the way-- Cute dog."
Roque follows after Alonzo, nodding to you as he passes by, and informing you that, "The Choosing should be soon."
As the drama in the lobby settles, and Alonzo leaves Gallias to the hall, a horn sounds that seems to bring a quiet to the entire library.
"The Choosing shall begin momentarily," A disembodied voice reverberates, "Please remain in the building."
Gallias takes a moment to ponder and process what had just happened. He is not quite sure what to make of Alonzo's last words but if a test like this would pop up in the future, he will be better prepared for it.
The announcement regarding the Choosing takes Gallias out of his thoughts. He gives a final look down the hallway where he bumped into Alonzo and Roque and, while the idea of further exploring said hallway and the Library softly tugged at his mind, he decides to better play it safe and makes his way back towards the hall where he last saw Miss Winfield.
William Brackwater: Human Fighter - The Windward Isles
Tyrgram, the Butterfly Knight: Dwarf Warlock - Secret of Greenwold
Iòlinder Corrach: Half Elf War Cleric - Allansia Adventure
Valerius Sergius Publius: Dhampir Paladin - Vae Victus
Valor says nothing about the thief a firm believer in fate catching you up for even little things like rudeness. She does however nudge Finn with a grin. "Let's always be friends huh," she says with a jovial tone verging on laughter but she doesn't let it escape her lips.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
After just a couple of minutes, a horn sounds once more. Above you, a portion of the roof separates from the rest of the building, and lowers down so that it hovers a good twenty feet over your heads. At it's lowest point you're able to see that the platform features a high elven man of moon descent - very rare for this part of the world. He hosts lilac skin and silvery-white hair, and wears a stylish set of blue academic's robes. You're able to just barely make out a small badge on his breast pocket featuring a sapphire and silver icosohedron.
Just behind the man are four, circular glass bubbles, like the crystal balls from earlier only several times the size. Each are clear, but seem to contain different coloured essence. The largest and most striking of them is the ball filled with a fiery Ruby colour. The next largest, glittering gold. Somewhat smaller than that, one with an enchanting sapphire -- and the smallest of the three, a ball of muted green.
“Good evening to you all," The man greets, his accent refined and once more clearly not of this land, "And our greatest thanks to all you brave heroes who have answered our call. As you may suspect from the wide expanse of our search, and the size of the reward that we have chosen to offer, this is a matter of not only great national importance, but of international as well. As such, we cannot simply select those among you merely on word, or reputation alone.”
There is some amount of discontent in regards to the statement. The most impressive among the crowd seem to huff at this - you may notice the impressively armed and heavily decorated soldier scoffing, or the bear of a man wielding an axe almost his size rolling his eyes quite perceptibly. At the same time, there are some less obvious choices for the definition of "hero" who find themselves more interested at the prospect.
“And so," The man continues, "In the spirit of our Great Sriae’s pantheon, we shall look to the Goddess Arenmoor, and select only those who prove themselves worthy of fulfilling the great task ahead of you.”
Gallias and Finn, you immediately recognize the name Arenmoor. She is symbol for athletes, knights, and all those who test their power, Arenmoor is the goddess of competition. Those that follow her believe that some people are truly better than others in certain aspects, and that competition is the only way to drive those better people to perfection. Her visage can be seen as the icon for almost all tournaments, sports, or other tests of skill, and she appears to be neutral, giving her favour to those who give her the most appropriate offerings or who work the hardest.
(Valor and Beorro you may know this if you succeed on a DC10 Religion check.)
“We shall assign you each to an honoured group of four Heroes, chosen by the wills of the Gods themselves, and you shall compete through Three tests designed to wean out the unworthy. These tests are no easy feat, and should either your desire to help or your greed for wealth prove to be greater than your abilities... Well, I would advise for you to leave now.”
He then pauses, permitting anyone with doubts to leave.
"Alrighty, friends it is. But just so you know, this doesn't mean you're safe from any of my pranks," Finn whispers back to Valor with a wink.
'A competition. Excellent,' he thought to himself. 'Maybe I shouldn't have made such a scene earlier, though. Drawing attention to myself could make me a target, if it comes to that... Nevertheless, I wish he'd get on with The Choosing.' He looks up to the ceiling, silently praying, 'Please just grant me a capable group.'
When Beorro sees what is happening with the loud rude man he lets out an involuntary and slightly too loud laugh which he quickly tries to stifle. He isn’t much for mean jokes, but that man certainly seemed to have it coming. He briefly considers approaching the bard he suspected had cast the illusion, but just then the horn blows and the elven man begins to descend on his platform. Beorro then pushes through the crowd (a sea of legs and rear-ends to him) until he finds a spot where he can see and hear better.
religion check: 9
(dang so much for skilled in religion lol)
Valor grins at Finn, "two can prank friend," she says looking back at the man who made the announcement. Religion 4 OOC: I don't add anything so fingers crossed!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
A gnome sits at a table in the library, reading a book, his feet kicking slightly. His white hair is unkempt and sticks up all over his head, but he keeps his beard well groomed. His blue eyes move quickly from line to line as he reads the book. He wears a simple brown cloth tunic with some green trimming and matching pants. He has a staff carved with a few simple runes. In front of him is a bag thrown haphazardly on the table. A book, a few pieces of parchment, and a bottle of ink stick out a bit.
Lorick, upon hearing the announcements beginning about the upcoming tests, looks up from his book briefly. As soon as the man pauses to allow for people to leave, he immediately returns his eyes to what he had been reading. Guess I better get as much reading in as I can before I'm pulled away from this library, he thinks to himself. He turns the page.
There's a slight pause in the crowd as the high elf man makes the offer for people to leave. Then, a half-elf in cleric vestments takes steps towards the door, and the rest of the crowd releases all tension, and plenty follow him out. The baker woman among them.
Once surrender has been made by so many, the high elf clears his throat and begins to speak once more: "I dearly appreciate their honesty."
"Now... Once you have been grouped, there is no changing it. These are chosen by Fate, and as we all know, Fate cannot be altered. You and your group members shall be advised to the inn where you will stay during the tests, and it is there that you shall find further information on tomorrow’s events. Shall we begin?”
The crowd roars a cheer of assent, and you can see the man smile somewhat. With an echoing snap of his fingers, the clinking sound of four balls can be heard, following which four ethereal images appear projected in the air above you all:
In red, a dwarven youth with a bushy beard and the glittering of jewels in his ears.
In gold, a cloaked figure that you can barely make out, with striking red skin peeking out from under a hood.
In blue, a well put together human in business attire, with her hair in a tight bun.
And in green, a high elven woman wearing the attire of a local guard.
You hear some laughing, cheering, and see some shaking of hands as the four find one another in the crowd and make their way off to Edelina Winfield. As they do, another snap fills the air, and four more faces appear.
In red, the bear of a man Finn saw earlier, grinning in heavy armor.
In gold, a beautiful moon elf man wearing an over-the-top wizard's hat.
In blue, a young boy no older than ten, with massive spectacles and a newsboy's cap.
And in green, a dwarven elder with dark skin, wearing clerics vestments.
Group after group is projected, and the colourful balls behind the man deplete slowly. There's the rare face you recognize, such as...
In red, a lean elf with strikingly pale skin, an assortment of weapons somewhat visible at their back.
In gold, the thief that Valor saw stealing from the fop.
In blue, the foppish man on whom Finn pulled his prank.
And in green, a hulking half-orc with an impassable face.
As the hour passes the room becomes more and more sparse, group after group leaving with the information from Edelina Winfield. Finally - finally - when there might only be twenty some souls left in the room, you see your face.
Valor, a projection of you in fiery ruby, eyes focused.
Finn, the image of you is in glittering gold, and shows you smirking as you did at the fop.
Lorick, the image of you is in an enchanting blue, and shows your eyes downcast over a book.
And Beorro, a projection of you in muted green, looking upon the crystal ball.
This is your group.
What do you do?
"Yaaaaaaaas, new best frand!" Finn says as he enthusiastically throws an arm around Valor's shoulders. "Now to find our compatriots..."
As he looks around the room for the gnome and halfling - trying to look between the legs of taller individuals - Finn thinks to himself, 'There were quite a few shady-looking people that were selected as Gold. Am I that shady...? Eh, that's fair.'
Perception check for Lorick and Beorro: 11
I’m with the prankster huh? This might turn out to be quite fun if we make it passed the trial. And.. is that a gnome? Brilliant! It’ll be nice to have someone on my level.. so to speak.
Beorro looks around for the other members of his group.
Perception check 19
"Well, at least I know someone," Valor replies to Finn. "As for the others..." she trails off moving towards her party with a soft smile. "Well meet," she begins. "I am Valor Borathys. I hope my blade and bow protect you well in the coming trials," she says. "What do you possess to aid us when we move forward," she asks curiously.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Beorro, you find the rest of your group within moments - even the Gnome sitting at a table a distance away - with your sharp vision. You gather everyone together, and Edelina Winfield is excitedly waving you all over.
What do you do?
Lorick looks up at the group forming around him, and closes the book he was reading. "Guess we're a team, eh?" He pushes the few things sticking out of his bag back in as he hops up out of the chair, slinging the bag on his back. "I'm Lorick. I'm from the south, and I know a thing or two about magic. And I read. A lot." His eyes move towards Edelina as she signals them over. "Guess we shouldn't keep keep her waiting." He begins walking over to Edelina, assuming the rest of the party will follow suit.
"A rather blunt fellow," Finn mumbles.
Upon reaching Madam Edelina, he greets her. "Hello again, ma'am! I suppose it's time to arrange lodging? Or are we learning of the first test?"
"Ooh, yes yes!" Winfield smiles, clapping her hands together, "What an adorable little crew you all make!" She then drops her hands to a stack of parchment on the desk, and pulls free a large folder which she opens before you.
"Looks like you four will be staying at the Mirror Moon Inn, just down the street a block, and on your right. I’m certain you can’t miss it, but if you see the fountain, you’ve certainly gone too far! There are one-two-three--four keys to your room, one for each of you! Due to the size of the event we of course can only supply one room per group, but they have been graciously set by their proprietors with beds or bedrolls for four individuals. I suppose I’ll see you loves come morning, hm? Bright and early! Get lots of rest, and try to sort out what you’re all best at! Always best when you know your strengths, methinks!”
One envelope, and four small keys are set before you. The envelope reads each of your names, and is labelled 'Further Information'. The keys are all marked with a small tag that bears Edelina's signature, as well as the number "7".
It is currently not long before sunset, but there's likely still an hour or two before night falls proper. What do you do?
Valor nods at Lorick following behind Finn observant but not talking. She takes her note Nd key but waits for the party's leader to step forward, she's keen for it NOT to be her.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"Ah, Miss Edelina. One more thing," Finn says. "There was a baker woman here earlier. You seem to have some knowledge of everyone that's come through. Could you point me in the direction of her bakery? Or just the nearest bakery in town, if you don't know specifically which one?"
Edelina's smile grows as you question her, and she nods and pulls out another small slip of parchment, "You're quite right dear Mister Peacegrove! That darling woman's name is an ex-Missus Holly Sweetenrolle.You'll find her at this address, in the west-most central housing district. Just about a quarter hour jaunt from here to there. She'd be just coloured to see you, dearie."
She finishes writing the address and name of the establishment with a flourish, and then slides the small slip of parchment next to your key.