Rylia continues moving to the music as she walks into the place. As she passes Madame Petras, she takes out 10 gp. "Five on my friend Arr. And five on the beautiful Boho," she says.
As they approach to take their seats, Rylia feels the stuffy heat of the place along with the palpable vibrance of the crowd. "I love it here!" she shouts out, not caring who hears her.
She sits for a moment, but is soon back on her feet as she hears different music or the crowd does some new cheer.
Tension is growing in the air as Coltinar and Rylia are finishing their meals, while Bryn is halfway through his replacement dish. A very young orc approaches the table, dressed in dark leather armor, and informs Arr that it is time to prepare for the upcoming match.
Followed by Arr the orc moves towards a nearly concealed door tucked away behind a massive wooden barrel leaving the growing chatter of the other patrons filled the space they left behind.
Arr thank the you orc for coming for them. They lock eyes with each of their companions and thank them for their support, “We will do our best. We must know what that is. Thank you for letting us do this.” Then, they follow the orc taking their weapons and the borrowed shield with them.
On their way Arr try to keep their head down and focuses on where the orc leads them. Once they passed the heavy door, Arr ventures to ask, “What are the rules in these fights? All goes, or are there limitations to the choice of weapons? Is magic allowed, especially could others from outside provide help to the combatants before or during the fight? How about potions?” Arr realize that they’ve signed up without really knowing what they’ve got themselves into. But these battles should be for entertainment and the goblin said they’d be healed afterwards, so at least no one gets killed, right? “We’re sorry, it’s our first time and we don’t really know how this works,” they add while hurrying along.
"Thank you both for your kindness, I am sorry that I have been a hindrance. I did not spend much of my time outside the university and I really don't know what to do outside of read and write books." Braxiel becomes saddened by his burden on the group.
Rylia, following the sound that drew her, turns her gaze toward the percussion noise and notices a platform slightly to the left reveals a tiefling, his reddish skin gleaming in some torchlights. He passionately plays a series of improvised percussion instruments. There is a tin can being rhythmically beaten, a piece of metal hanging that seems part of a past carriage, and a metal wheel that resonates with every strike.
Accompanying the tiefling is Nine Niples with his saxophone, produced melodic chords that intertwined with the improvised beat. The music is captivating and the notes waft through the hot air and infect the crowd. They lower the melody for a moment and the orc who was sitting alone in the tavern appears on the stage. The tiefling leaves the percussion and appears with a stylized guitar. The notes are more melodic and soft when the orc starts to sing and the multitude sing in unison with him.
Rylia watches as this orc sings. 'He's not that great, but clearly everyone's having fun with the song,' Rylia thinks. She then noted Bryn, singing along as well. 'Heh! Even Bryn!' She smiles, as she looks at him, seeming to enjoy himself.
She enjoys the song, her eyes closing to listen to the melody, committing it to her memory. But she finds herself just listening - not singing herself. It's a bit odd not being the performer or joining in. Instead her focus rests on Bryn's voice. 'He really seems to be having fun. Hmm.'
At the end she applauds the performers, even yelling out and cheering. "These guys are really great to listen to, arent they!"
Brother Coltinar gets into the music but stays focused. "Not too bad. I think you performed better though." Nodding to the musician and performers in their group.
"This must be the opening entertainment possibly."
The organizer of this event is doing a pretty good job of keeping the show fresh and engaging to keep drawing them back. Good food, entertainment and a lively event to draw money into their pockets.
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Rylia smiles at Brother Coltinar's compliment. "That's very kind. But this is a bit different feel here. The crowd is really connected to the performance. It's a great atmosphere."
A scene unfolds in the arena as a gentle breeze sweeps through the space, causing a momentary pause in the ambient noise. Suddenly, there's a peculiar sensation as if time itself has come to a standstill. The crowd's cheers, the music, and even your voices seem to freeze for a fleeting moment, creating an eerie stillness that permeates the air.
However, just as quickly as it began, the sensation dissipates, leaving the spectators in a curious state of bewilderment. The bustling energy of the arena resumes, and it becomes uncertain whether the event was a shared illusion or a brief, mysterious phenomenon that swept through the crowd.
The feeling soon disappears and amidst the hustle that is back, and bustle of the crowd in the stands, two street vendors make their way through the rows, energetically promoting their goods.
An enthusiastic tiefling weaves through the rows, offering succulent skewers with a vibrant voice that echoes, "Fresh skewers, grilled on the spot! Tender and flavorful meat to satisfy your palate!"
On the other side, a nimble lizard announces his paper cones filled with assorted nuts: "Fresh dried fruits, crunchy and delicious! Try our nut cones and enjoy an irresistible snack!"
Both vendors carry steaming trays of green tea and bottles of a unique beer, shouting to grab the attention of onlookers, while the vibrant colors of their stalls and tempting aromas fill the air.
Arr enters a small area where some fighters are gathered, preparing for the upcoming matches.
You see Slink, a tall and imposing gnoll with a wiry build. His fur is a mix of sandy colors, and his yellow eyes exude an air of determination as he polishes his spear.
In a corner, there is a stout dwarf with a long, braided beard, dressed in studded plate armor that bears what seem to be divine symbols.
Leaning against the wall, a graceful harpy plays with a scimitar. Her feathers are a combination of deep blue and silver, and she has an enchanting appearance that conveys no danger but rather elegance.
Riven, the lycanthrope who had been in the dormitory, now stands, revealing a muscular build in his almost-thin body, and he has his yellow eyes on a battle axe, cleaning it with confidence.
On the opposite side of the entrance, you see a hulking orc, an enormous minotaur, and a somewhat refined half-orc engaged in a small chat.
Arr enter and immediately begin to prepare themselves as best as they can without paying too much attention to the other fighters. They attach two pairs of javelins to their back for quick access should the need for a ranged attack arise. Then, they inspect and fix their meat cleaver and a large sledge hammer to their sides. While all their weapons appear as weaponised tools by Arr themselves rather than actual weapons, they have a sturdy look to them and are well maintained for their new purpose. At last Arr don the shield that was given to them by their friend and companion Paladin and they nod solemnly to the holy symbol painted on it. The shield stands out in stark contrast to the stained weaponry the Arr sport but fits well to his overall appearance as their armour plates seem new in some patches and decades old in others. When they finish, they wait patiently for the battle to commence without interacting with their opponents by more than the occasional nod.
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Brother Coltinar, "I will try some too, please. I'd like a skewer and a beverage too."
Brother Coltinar unsure if he pays or if it's included. He's excited at the prospect of the coming entertainment. He notes the venue is fantastically designed and well-orchestrated for entertainment.
"Did you all feel that weird sensation earlier. It seemed well, odd."
not sure if he's allowed to use the rolls below to try and understand what happened. Rolled just in case. Use guidance if allowed.
"Yeah - I did notice something odd..."Bryn replies to the Brother. "Like time stood still for the briefest moment...I wonder what that was? Maybe some sort of mystical seal to close off this space and prevent anyone from cheating? Or a spell to detect something?" As he says the last, Bryn hastily checks all of his pockets and pouches and the hidden daggers to ensure nothing is missing! (Proficient in both Perception and Investigation, so can Aid Coltinar's check if needed.)
Hey folks! Here are the best nuts ever," the nimble Lizard emerges and announces as he distributes the nut cones to each member of the group. Simultaneously, the tiefling vendor hands out skewers. They inform that each item costs 5 bronze coins, with an additional 5 bronze coins for each beer.
The young tiefling notices Braxiel's book and is very curious about it. "May I take a look at that, Sir?" as they exchange coins for the goods.
Brother Coltinar takes a moment to attune himself to the environment. He closes his eyes, relying on his senses to understand the atmosphere around him.
As he concentrates, the ambient noises of the bustling crowd, the rhythmic beats of the music, and the distant hum of conversations merge into a vibrant symphony. The air carries a mix of scents, including the enticing aroma of the recently purchased nut cones and the tang of sweat from the excited spectators.
Opening his eyes, Coltinar scans the surroundings. He notices the smoke emerging from some points around the stage, creating a mystical atmosphere. However, despite his keen perception, everything appears normal rather than any mysterious occurrence. Bryn checks his stuff and assures that everything is safe.
His gaze is drawn to the stage where the ongoing performances come to a close and a figure appears.
As the group engages with the vendors and enjoys their snacks the towering female Goliath, marked with distinctive patterns on her body and face, her head adorned with a tight bun of long red hair while the rest is shaved, steps forward. Her deep voice echoes through the space as she announces the imminent commencement of the fights.
"The bouts are about to begin," she declares, her presence commanding attention.
Rylia continues moving to the music as she walks into the place. As she passes Madame Petras, she takes out 10 gp. "Five on my friend Arr. And five on the beautiful Boho," she says.
As they approach to take their seats, Rylia feels the stuffy heat of the place along with the palpable vibrance of the crowd. "I love it here!" she shouts out, not caring who hears her.
She sits for a moment, but is soon back on her feet as she hears different music or the crowd does some new cheer.
(Perception: 9)
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
As Rylia hears Braxiel's comment, she puts a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry about that. I'd share some food if I had any still."
She looks about the place. "Maybe they will have snacks? If bet something like street vendors might come around. I'll keep my eyes open for you."
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Brother Coltinar, "A lovely meal. Thank you. Bracelets, how nice."
Brother heads to the arena with the others.
"Braxiel let's get you some water and see if they have snacks."
Brother Coltinar Perception: 12
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Arr thank the you orc for coming for them. They lock eyes with each of their companions and thank them for their support, “We will do our best. We must know what that is. Thank you for letting us do this.” Then, they follow the orc taking their weapons and the borrowed shield with them.
On their way Arr try to keep their head down and focuses on where the orc leads them. Once they passed the heavy door, Arr ventures to ask, “What are the rules in these fights? All goes, or are there limitations to the choice of weapons? Is magic allowed, especially could others from outside provide help to the combatants before or during the fight? How about potions?” Arr realize that they’ve signed up without really knowing what they’ve got themselves into. But these battles should be for entertainment and the goblin said they’d be healed afterwards, so at least no one gets killed, right? “We’re sorry, it’s our first time and we don’t really know how this works,” they add while hurrying along.
|| Oriace - Halfling Bard - Dragon Heist || Valerian - Elf Rogue - Wildnis || b'Reh - Stig Cleric - Humblewood || Rowan - Halfling Giant - Runewarren || Khazela - Spiritfarer Dervish - Tribute || Arista - Frost Sorcerer - Old Keep || Zephirah - Demonic Bard - Sands || Merry - Gifted Surgeon - Short || Marasatra - Blood Mage - Avernus || Lan - Dwarf Dragon - Wuxian ||
(Perception: 13)
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"Thank you both for your kindness, I am sorry that I have been a hindrance. I did not spend much of my time outside the university and I really don't know what to do outside of read and write books." Braxiel becomes saddened by his burden on the group.
Rylia, following the sound that drew her, turns her gaze toward the percussion noise and notices a platform slightly to the left reveals a tiefling, his reddish skin gleaming in some torchlights. He passionately plays a series of improvised percussion instruments. There is a tin can being rhythmically beaten, a piece of metal hanging that seems part of a past carriage, and a metal wheel that resonates with every strike.
Accompanying the tiefling is Nine Niples with his saxophone, produced melodic chords that intertwined with the improvised beat. The music is captivating and the notes waft through the hot air and infect the crowd.
They lower the melody for a moment and the orc who was sitting alone in the tavern appears on the stage. The tiefling leaves the percussion and appears with a stylized guitar. The notes are more melodic and soft when the orc starts to sing and the multitude sing in unison with him.
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"But I'm a creep...I'm a weirdo...What the hell am I doing here?...I don't belong here..." Bryn sings along with the orc and the band!
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Rylia watches as this orc sings. 'He's not that great, but clearly everyone's having fun with the song,' Rylia thinks. She then noted Bryn, singing along as well. 'Heh! Even Bryn!' She smiles, as she looks at him, seeming to enjoy himself.
She enjoys the song, her eyes closing to listen to the melody, committing it to her memory. But she finds herself just listening - not singing herself. It's a bit odd not being the performer or joining in. Instead her focus rests on Bryn's voice. 'He really seems to be having fun. Hmm.'
At the end she applauds the performers, even yelling out and cheering. "These guys are really great to listen to, arent they!"
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Brother Coltinar gets into the music but stays focused. "Not too bad. I think you performed better though." Nodding to the musician and performers in their group.
"This must be the opening entertainment possibly."
The organizer of this event is doing a pretty good job of keeping the show fresh and engaging to keep drawing them back. Good food, entertainment and a lively event to draw money into their pockets.
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Rylia smiles at Brother Coltinar's compliment. "That's very kind. But this is a bit different feel here. The crowd is really connected to the performance. It's a great atmosphere."
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
A scene unfolds in the arena as a gentle breeze sweeps through the space, causing a momentary pause in the ambient noise. Suddenly, there's a peculiar sensation as if time itself has come to a standstill. The crowd's cheers, the music, and even your voices seem to freeze for a fleeting moment, creating an eerie stillness that permeates the air.
However, just as quickly as it began, the sensation dissipates, leaving the spectators in a curious state of bewilderment. The bustling energy of the arena resumes, and it becomes uncertain whether the event was a shared illusion or a brief, mysterious phenomenon that swept through the crowd.
The feeling soon disappears and amidst the hustle that is back, and bustle of the crowd in the stands, two street vendors make their way through the rows, energetically promoting their goods.
An enthusiastic tiefling weaves through the rows, offering succulent skewers with a vibrant voice that echoes, "Fresh skewers, grilled on the spot! Tender and flavorful meat to satisfy your palate!"
On the other side, a nimble lizard announces his paper cones filled with assorted nuts: "Fresh dried fruits, crunchy and delicious! Try our nut cones and enjoy an irresistible snack!"
Both vendors carry steaming trays of green tea and bottles of a unique beer, shouting to grab the attention of onlookers, while the vibrant colors of their stalls and tempting aromas fill the air.
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Arr enters a small area where some fighters are gathered, preparing for the upcoming matches.
You see Slink, a tall and imposing gnoll with a wiry build. His fur is a mix of sandy colors, and his yellow eyes exude an air of determination as he polishes his spear.
In a corner, there is a stout dwarf with a long, braided beard, dressed in studded plate armor that bears what seem to be divine symbols.
Leaning against the wall, a graceful harpy plays with a scimitar. Her feathers are a combination of deep blue and silver, and she has an enchanting appearance that conveys no danger but rather elegance.
Riven, the lycanthrope who had been in the dormitory, now stands, revealing a muscular build in his almost-thin body, and he has his yellow eyes on a battle axe, cleaning it with confidence.
On the opposite side of the entrance, you see a hulking orc, an enormous minotaur, and a somewhat refined half-orc engaged in a small chat.
DM The Shadows & the Forgotten Forge Thaurea Wolf Tholake
Arr enter and immediately begin to prepare themselves as best as they can without paying too much attention to the other fighters. They attach two pairs of javelins to their back for quick access should the need for a ranged attack arise. Then, they inspect and fix their meat cleaver and a large sledge hammer to their sides. While all their weapons appear as weaponised tools by Arr themselves rather than actual weapons, they have a sturdy look to them and are well maintained for their new purpose. At last Arr don the shield that was given to them by their friend and companion Paladin and they nod solemnly to the holy symbol painted on it. The shield stands out in stark contrast to the stained weaponry the Arr sport but fits well to his overall appearance as their armour plates seem new in some patches and decades old in others. When they finish, they wait patiently for the battle to commence without interacting with their opponents by more than the occasional nod.
|| Oriace - Halfling Bard - Dragon Heist || Valerian - Elf Rogue - Wildnis || b'Reh - Stig Cleric - Humblewood || Rowan - Halfling Giant - Runewarren || Khazela - Spiritfarer Dervish - Tribute || Arista - Frost Sorcerer - Old Keep || Zephirah - Demonic Bard - Sands || Merry - Gifted Surgeon - Short || Marasatra - Blood Mage - Avernus || Lan - Dwarf Dragon - Wuxian ||
Bryn will flag down the lizardman with the fruit and nut cones. "Does anyone else want some of deez nutz?" Bryn asks his companions...
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Rylia considers Bryn's comment. "Yea! I'd try a nut cone. And maybe one of those beers as well!"
Rabbit Sebrica, Sorcerer || Skarai, Monk || Lokilia Vaelphin, Druid || Liivi Orav, Barbarian || Vanizi, Warlock || Britari / Halila Talgeta / Jesa Gumovi || Neital Rhessil, Wizard
Iromae Quinaea, Cleric || Roxana Raincrest, Rogue || Meira Dheran, Rogue || Qirynna Thadri, Wizard || Crisaryn Melkial, Sorcerer
Braxiel will express interest in the nuts, as he pulls out a book on the arcane nature of flowers and fauna.
Brother Coltinar, "I will try some too, please. I'd like a skewer and a beverage too."
Brother Coltinar unsure if he pays or if it's included. He's excited at the prospect of the coming entertainment. He notes the venue is fantastically designed and well-orchestrated for entertainment.
"Did you all feel that weird sensation earlier. It seemed well, odd."
not sure if he's allowed to use the rolls below to try and understand what happened. Rolled just in case. Use guidance if allowed.
Brother Coltinar Perception: 13 + Guidance 1
Brother Coltinar Investigation: 16 + Guidance 2
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"Yeah - I did notice something odd..." Bryn replies to the Brother. "Like time stood still for the briefest moment...I wonder what that was? Maybe some sort of mystical seal to close off this space and prevent anyone from cheating? Or a spell to detect something?" As he says the last, Bryn hastily checks all of his pockets and pouches and the hidden daggers to ensure nothing is missing! (Proficient in both Perception and Investigation, so can Aid Coltinar's check if needed.)
Love God. Love Others. Any Questions?
Hey folks! Here are the best nuts ever," the nimble Lizard emerges and announces as he distributes the nut cones to each member of the group. Simultaneously, the tiefling vendor hands out skewers. They inform that each item costs 5 bronze coins, with an additional 5 bronze coins for each beer.
The young tiefling notices Braxiel's book and is very curious about it. "May I take a look at that, Sir?" as they exchange coins for the goods.
Brother Coltinar takes a moment to attune himself to the environment. He closes his eyes, relying on his senses to understand the atmosphere around him.
As he concentrates, the ambient noises of the bustling crowd, the rhythmic beats of the music, and the distant hum of conversations merge into a vibrant symphony. The air carries a mix of scents, including the enticing aroma of the recently purchased nut cones and the tang of sweat from the excited spectators.
Opening his eyes, Coltinar scans the surroundings. He notices the smoke emerging from some points around the stage, creating a mystical atmosphere. However, despite his keen perception, everything appears normal rather than any mysterious occurrence.
Bryn checks his stuff and assures that everything is safe.
His gaze is drawn to the stage where the ongoing performances come to a close and a figure appears.
As the group engages with the vendors and enjoys their snacks the towering female Goliath, marked with distinctive patterns on her body and face, her head adorned with a tight bun of long red hair while the rest is shaved, steps forward. Her deep voice echoes through the space as she announces the imminent commencement of the fights.
"The bouts are about to begin," she declares, her presence commanding attention.
DM The Shadows & the Forgotten Forge Thaurea Wolf Tholake