After Kurt is announced as the winner of the tournament, Morindak the dwarf approaches you. "Ozum, I'd like you to have this," he says, as he holds out the Rope of Climbing that he won in yesterday's obstacle course contest. "I know I'll never need this; it'll do nothing but collect dust in my storage room. I have a feeling, however, after watching your willingness to face off with that angry fellow yesterday that you just might be the adventuring type who could use a magical rope. Go ahead, please take this. You won't say no, will you?"
Ozum will bow his head slightly and accepts the rope. "Your generosity puts us all to shame Morindak. Surely you are the real champion today. I will accept your gracious boon." He lifts his head smiling at the dwarf and thinks, *I have no idea what to do with this*
After thanking everyone for their felicitations and greet Sariel at the tent he sees Kurt chosing the scimitar.
“ A fine weapon indeed “ he says smiling.
He then aproaches the prices and look at all of them, appreciating their fine craftmanship. He lifts the longsword and ponders its weitgh, but he left it at the table again. He then touches the silk of the cape. He finally trace back his steps and picks the ring.
”I choose this as my price.“ he says with a nod to the other winners and Sariel.
Arissa pockets the polished agate, then turns to Sariel.
"It is an honour to meet you. I have heard much of your great deeds. I was, however, disappointed to not see the other Windhovers. If you do not mind me asking, what has kept them from the tournament?"
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Sariel seems to pause for a moment before answering your question. "Yes, bard, many are wondering the same. But I have word that they are well; so there's no need to be troubled. Keep in mind, the Festival does not conclude until tomorrow at dusk. Time yet remains for the others to appear."
The guards in the tent then begin to gather up the unclaimed items, and the say their farewells to Sariel who has wrapped her dark green cloak a bit more tightly around herself as she prepares to leave the tent. You can hear the distinct sounds of raindrops beginning to patter on the canvas above your head. The tournament ended just in time.
As the three grand prize winners--Kurt, Frandal, and Arissa--exit the main tent, the clouds overhead have begun to drop some rain. The Tournament of Talisten came to a close at just the right time, for it seems like the remainder of the day will be very wet and wholly unsuitable for doing much of anything outdoors. Kurt Stoneseeker now owns a magical scimitar; Frandal Silvereyes wears a Ring of Protection, and Arissa Antal carries a Stone of Good Luck (Luckstone).
The other competitors approach all of you so they can shake hands and convey the fun they had as they participated in the tournament. Their 'goodbyes' are sincere but brief; everyone wants to head for cover before the rain worsens. As Garrett Goodbarrel walks away, he calls out, "If you're in The Donnybrook this evening, let's share a pint!" He then picks up his pace and disappears into the crowd.
Two guards exit the main tent--where the prizes were just awarded to Kurt, Frandal, and Arissa--and, strangely enough, all of you notice that a tabby cat bolts out of the tent at the same time. It scurries northward, weaving through the crowd, and eventually fades from sight.
Frandal looks back at her like saying “I am sorry but I just wanted to help...”
He would like to roll insight at her words that everything is ok. Despite his roll he will respect her words and say nothing: 7
“We should get out of the open “ says Frandal to the ones he already knows “Where do we can share a drink and a meal? We all can go to the Signing Fire if you want and we could toast in honor of the champion! “
"Alright, sounds good! I would like to talk to my friend, Garrett Goodbarrel, but it is not urgent. Let us go to the Singing Fire and celebrate!"
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Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1) DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
I don't want to assume that all of you are headed to The Singing Fire with Frandal and Arissa. Let me know what your intentions are, and then I'll begin the next portion of the adventure...
A five-minute walk through the rain leads you to the warmth of The Singing Fire. Kurt, Arissa, and Ozum notice immediately that this inn caters to the wealthier portion of society. Everything about the place--decor, furniture, lighting, plates, cups, tableware--is of the highest quality. A hearty fire is roaring in the fireplace, and the inn is filled with its warmth and flickering light. You see four or five open tables, and after choosing one of them, the barmaid quickly arrives, greets all of you warmly, and asks what you'd like to eat and drink. A few minutes later, she brings your drinks. A few minutes after that each of you has a top-notch midday meal set before you.
The mood in the inn seems a bit subdued, possibly due to the cold, rainy weather. Not far from where you are seated, you see a trio of dwarves who are working their way through multiple pints of ale while they play a game of cards. Additionally, a halfling couple, presumably husband and wife, sits nearby and engages in quiet conversation over a shared meal and a bottle of wine. You do recognize that Indira--one of the tournament competitors--is seated at large table with a mix of humans and elves. They all seem to know each other very well, for there is much conversation and laughter being shared among them. Frandal and Xellos, you recognize the barmaid who served you last night. She seems to be working the tables on the other side of the room.
Not long after your food arrives, a young man enters The Singing Fire and has a brief conversation with the innkeeper. The young man then sits down on a stool near the fireplace and removes a flute from his pack and begins to play some music, which fits in nicely with the overall feeling created by the rain outside and the fire inside.
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As we walk to the Singing Fire, Xellos (at the rear of the pack) will look in the alleyways of buildings to see if there's a homeless family seeking shelter from the rain. If he sees one, he will go to them and say, "Here—for food, shelter, and to help get back on your feet. Use it wisely," then gives them 15g, 5 days worth of rations, and casts Prestidigitation on their clothes to clean and warm them up before silently walking away to continue walking (He does all of this with the intention of *not* being noticed by the rest of the group).
Stealth? 19
Once inside in the warmth of the tavern, Xellos says to Frandal, "Hopefully the barmaid is too busy to notice us, or care that we're here, eh?"then gives him a wink.
Assuming we're all sitting at a table and haven't exchanged proper introductions, "Congratulations to the winners and Kurt the champion! I guess I should formally introduce myself since I've only seen some of you in passing. My name is Xellos, pleasure to meet you all. Here's to good health." He offers a toast with his wine glass.
"So...have you all encountered anything interesting in town since arriving?"
What does the young man playing the flute look like?
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Xellos:
% chance to encounter a homeless individual/family = 10; 1d100 die roll: 29. Unfortunately (or is it fortunately?) you do not notice anyone in need of your goodwill this afternoon
The flute player, a human male, looks to be 17 or 18 years old. His clothing is simple and slightly rain-soaked. So too is his medium-length hair. All in all, he appears to be a street musician that needed to move indoors during the inclement weather. Possibly the innkeeper offered to pay him a small sum to entertain the guests of The Singing Fire.
"I haven't seen much in the way of interesting. Just a couple troublemakers that I would expect in a place this size. I think we all know what the real strange happenings are with the missing Windhovers."
Ozum takes a deep drink of his ale and closes his eyes for a moment. He opens them and raises his mug to toast and stands up on his chair (making him an average high), "Kurt, Arissa, Xellos, Frandal congratulations on a tournament well played and your respective victories. While I may have performed as poorly as I expected, I cannot claim it was not worthwhile. (He pats his coin purse slightly to jingle the coins) May fortune continue to smile kindly upon us, the Windhovers' watchful eye protect us, and happy festival."
He will finish his drink and sit back down. "Is anyone interested in attending the play later?"
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Ozum:
After Kurt is announced as the winner of the tournament, Morindak the dwarf approaches you. "Ozum, I'd like you to have this," he says, as he holds out the Rope of Climbing that he won in yesterday's obstacle course contest. "I know I'll never need this; it'll do nothing but collect dust in my storage room. I have a feeling, however, after watching your willingness to face off with that angry fellow yesterday that you just might be the adventuring type who could use a magical rope. Go ahead, please take this. You won't say no, will you?"
Xellos who was standing near Ozum as the winners were announced says to Ozum, "That's a kind gesture, you can do a lot with that rope."
After Apocalypse - Liavyre Withrethin Elf Ranger
Dragon of Autumn - Geoff Krowly Human Cleric
Princes of the Apocalypse - Leofir Sylvaranth Elf Rogue
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Ozum will bow his head slightly and accepts the rope. "Your generosity puts us all to shame Morindak. Surely you are the real champion today. I will accept your gracious boon." He lifts his head smiling at the dwarf and thinks, *I have no idea what to do with this*
After thanking everyone for their felicitations and greet Sariel at the tent he sees Kurt chosing the scimitar.
“ A fine weapon indeed “ he says smiling.
He then aproaches the prices and look at all of them, appreciating their fine craftmanship. He lifts the longsword and ponders its weitgh, but he left it at the table again. He then touches the silk of the cape. He finally trace back his steps and picks the ring.
”I choose this as my price. “ he says with a nod to the other winners and Sariel.
PbP Character: A few ;)
Frandal:
Sariel nods in return and offers a slight smile. The look on her face seems to say You startled me last night, elf, but I know you meant no harm.
Arissa pockets the polished agate, then turns to Sariel.
"It is an honour to meet you. I have heard much of your great deeds. I was, however, disappointed to not see the other Windhovers. If you do not mind me asking, what has kept them from the tournament?"
Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1)
DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
Arissa:
Sariel seems to pause for a moment before answering your question. "Yes, bard, many are wondering the same. But I have word that they are well; so there's no need to be troubled. Keep in mind, the Festival does not conclude until tomorrow at dusk. Time yet remains for the others to appear."
The guards in the tent then begin to gather up the unclaimed items, and the say their farewells to Sariel who has wrapped her dark green cloak a bit more tightly around herself as she prepares to leave the tent. You can hear the distinct sounds of raindrops beginning to patter on the canvas above your head. The tournament ended just in time.
EVERYONE:
As the three grand prize winners--Kurt, Frandal, and Arissa--exit the main tent, the clouds overhead have begun to drop some rain. The Tournament of Talisten came to a close at just the right time, for it seems like the remainder of the day will be very wet and wholly unsuitable for doing much of anything outdoors. Kurt Stoneseeker now owns a magical scimitar; Frandal Silvereyes wears a Ring of Protection, and Arissa Antal carries a Stone of Good Luck (Luckstone).
The other competitors approach all of you so they can shake hands and convey the fun they had as they participated in the tournament. Their 'goodbyes' are sincere but brief; everyone wants to head for cover before the rain worsens. As Garrett Goodbarrel walks away, he calls out, "If you're in The Donnybrook this evening, let's share a pint!" He then picks up his pace and disappears into the crowd.
Two guards exit the main tent--where the prizes were just awarded to Kurt, Frandal, and Arissa--and, strangely enough, all of you notice that a tabby cat bolts out of the tent at the same time. It scurries northward, weaving through the crowd, and eventually fades from sight.
At the tent:
Frandal looks back at her like saying “I am sorry but I just wanted to help...”
He would like to roll insight at her words that everything is ok. Despite his roll he will respect her words and say nothing: 7
“We should get out of the open “ says Frandal to the ones he already knows “Where do we can share a drink and a meal? We all can go to the Signing Fire if you want and we could toast in honor of the champion! “
PbP Character: A few ;)
"Alright, sounds good! I would like to talk to my friend, Garrett Goodbarrel, but it is not urgent. Let us go to the Singing Fire and celebrate!"
Horatio Hirschfeld - Squire imbued with fae powers, in the Coliseum of Conquest (W2/L1)
DM for Reavers of Harkenwold, and sometimes The Fighting Grounds of the Coliseum
EVERYONE:
I don't want to assume that all of you are headed to The Singing Fire with Frandal and Arissa. Let me know what your intentions are, and then I'll begin the next portion of the adventure...
Ozum will follow Kurt wherever he ends up going since he knows him well enough and it's fun to be around the champ.
Kurt wants to celebrate with the other champions and agrees to head with Frandal towards the Singing Fire
Kurt Stoneseeker
Ragmin Graybeard
A five-minute walk through the rain leads you to the warmth of The Singing Fire. Kurt, Arissa, and Ozum notice immediately that this inn caters to the wealthier portion of society. Everything about the place--decor, furniture, lighting, plates, cups, tableware--is of the highest quality. A hearty fire is roaring in the fireplace, and the inn is filled with its warmth and flickering light. You see four or five open tables, and after choosing one of them, the barmaid quickly arrives, greets all of you warmly, and asks what you'd like to eat and drink. A few minutes later, she brings your drinks. A few minutes after that each of you has a top-notch midday meal set before you.
The mood in the inn seems a bit subdued, possibly due to the cold, rainy weather. Not far from where you are seated, you see a trio of dwarves who are working their way through multiple pints of ale while they play a game of cards. Additionally, a halfling couple, presumably husband and wife, sits nearby and engages in quiet conversation over a shared meal and a bottle of wine. You do recognize that Indira--one of the tournament competitors--is seated at large table with a mix of humans and elves. They all seem to know each other very well, for there is much conversation and laughter being shared among them. Frandal and Xellos, you recognize the barmaid who served you last night. She seems to be working the tables on the other side of the room.
Not long after your food arrives, a young man enters The Singing Fire and has a brief conversation with the innkeeper. The young man then sits down on a stool near the fireplace and removes a flute from his pack and begins to play some music, which fits in nicely with the overall feeling created by the rain outside and the fire inside.
As we walk to the Singing Fire, Xellos (at the rear of the pack) will look in the alleyways of buildings to see if there's a homeless family seeking shelter from the rain. If he sees one, he will go to them and say, "Here—for food, shelter, and to help get back on your feet. Use it wisely," then gives them 15g, 5 days worth of rations, and casts Prestidigitation on their clothes to clean and warm them up before silently walking away to continue walking (He does all of this with the intention of *not* being noticed by the rest of the group).
Stealth? 19
Once inside in the warmth of the tavern, Xellos says to Frandal, "Hopefully the barmaid is too busy to notice us, or care that we're here, eh?" then gives him a wink.
Assuming we're all sitting at a table and haven't exchanged proper introductions, "Congratulations to the winners and Kurt the champion! I guess I should formally introduce myself since I've only seen some of you in passing. My name is Xellos, pleasure to meet you all. Here's to good health." He offers a toast with his wine glass.
"So...have you all encountered anything interesting in town since arriving?"
What does the young man playing the flute look like?
After Apocalypse - Liavyre Withrethin Elf Ranger
Dragon of Autumn - Geoff Krowly Human Cleric
Princes of the Apocalypse - Leofir Sylvaranth Elf Rogue
The Windhovers' Call - Xellos Mazoku Tiefling Sorcerer
High Times at Low Tides - DM
Xellos:
% chance to encounter a homeless individual/family = 10; 1d100 die roll: 29. Unfortunately (or is it fortunately?) you do not notice anyone in need of your goodwill this afternoon
The flute player, a human male, looks to be 17 or 18 years old. His clothing is simple and slightly rain-soaked. So too is his medium-length hair. All in all, he appears to be a street musician that needed to move indoors during the inclement weather. Possibly the innkeeper offered to pay him a small sum to entertain the guests of The Singing Fire.
Kurt request clean spelled water or juice(no alcohol). "Hello Xellos, my name is Kurt Stoneseeker. Always happy to meet a fellow competitor."
Kurt Stoneseeker
Ragmin Graybeard
Xellos says, "Glad to meet you sir! I'm going to grab an ale. Pardon me."
He goes to the musician and uses Prestidigitation to dry and warm his clothes. "You look a little wet and cold there. Here, for the music."
Then grabs his ale at the bar and makes his way back to the table.
After Apocalypse - Liavyre Withrethin Elf Ranger
Dragon of Autumn - Geoff Krowly Human Cleric
Princes of the Apocalypse - Leofir Sylvaranth Elf Rogue
The Windhovers' Call - Xellos Mazoku Tiefling Sorcerer
High Times at Low Tides - DM
"I haven't seen much in the way of interesting. Just a couple troublemakers that I would expect in a place this size. I think we all know what the real strange happenings are with the missing Windhovers."
Ozum takes a deep drink of his ale and closes his eyes for a moment. He opens them and raises his mug to toast and stands up on his chair (making him an average high), "Kurt, Arissa, Xellos, Frandal congratulations on a tournament well played and your respective victories. While I may have performed as poorly as I expected, I cannot claim it was not worthwhile. (He pats his coin purse slightly to jingle the coins) May fortune continue to smile kindly upon us, the Windhovers' watchful eye protect us, and happy festival."
He will finish his drink and sit back down. "Is anyone interested in attending the play later?"