I follow Bran, "Oooh, what is this surprise event. It seems very interesting, I have yet that many amazing things, so I wish so much that you aren't being lied to about this"
Matthyse keeps pretending to be interested in this... circus? He's not sure. However, he will say:
"Nonsense, friends! Let's go! We don't want to miss the show, right?"
And when he looks at Freytha, who had been sleeping this entire time, he sends a telepathic message:
"I hope you got a nice nap because we need to find whatever portal is hidden in this wretched place and leave."
After he's done sending that message to her, he'll address the rest of the party in a friendly manner with a fake smile:
"Come! Stand behind me if you're nervous." And he follows Bran to wherever the 'show' is taking place.
[ OOC: Matthyse trying to lie is so cringey to me. I hate it. XD ]
She nods, receiving your message.
Bran leads you back to the long hallway you walked down when first entering the castle and walks further down. Eventually, the hallway widens into a large room filled with cages and wagons of all sorts, holding hundreds of creatures that you’ve never seen before, from winged creatures that shoot spikes at targets to groups of elves that form human pyramids. “Here are some of the show’s most famous acts,” Bran tells you as he leads you into an amphitheater packed with people from humans to incorporeal flying shadows. He leads you to a long bench on the closest row to the amphitheater and walks to the center of the room, his face beaming with pride as he announces, “And now…we welcome Ringmaster Varnus!”
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I follow Bran, "Oooh, what is this surprise event. It seems very interesting, I have yet that many amazing things, so I wish so much that you aren't being lied to about this"
(OOC: Yep, a long rest.)
“Lied to? Nonsense, you all are good folk! You would never lie!”
(OOC: the trust is wild)
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Matthyse will sit quietly and stays vigilant throughout the show for any surprise attacks and for any food he might be able to grab. Muttering to himself the incantations for guidance, which hopefully are muffled by the sound of the crowd and the performers.
I simply watch, curious about what would be considered amazing in a hellious place such as this. I also watch the reactions of the performer's reactions during their acts. I have a gnawing suspicion some may be here unwillingly.
Calanin also watches, not looking out for anything, just the obvious.
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Matthyse will sit quietly and stays vigilant throughout the show for any surprise attacks and for any food he might be able to grab. Muttering to himself the incantations for guidance, which hopefully are muffled by the sound of the crowd and the performers.
[ OOC: Danger takes priority, but he's a big boy that needs a lot of food to be happy. lol ]
The beasts may be frightening, but you don't think that they'll hurt you. However, when Ringmaster Varnus walks in, you immediately feel something off. He's a short, stout man, covered in red clothes, and as his gaze sweeps around the amphitheater, finally landing on your motley group, you feel a chill before he says, "We have visitors. Let us welcome our new guests!" He waves his hands in some incantation. "We know how to welcome them...don't we?" (OOC: Can I have a DEX save from everyone?)
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Matthyse is pulled into the center of the arena by some mysterious invisible force, sprawling on the beige gravel and rock, while the ringmaster teleports out of the center and lands in Matthyse's seat, giving the rest of you a shove.
As Matthyse is getting his bearings, a huge portcullis on the edge of the arena opens, a roar blasting sandy air in your face as a shadowy beast steps out of the wall. "I suppose Bran forgot to mention this," the ringmaster calls. "He's always excited to meet new people, so he forgets the most important things. This may be peaceful, but we're still in the Shadowfell. Here, you earn your honor- and your safety." Freytha sprawls on the ground next to Matthyse, pointing at the gate. "There. The portal. That way."
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[ So the shadowbeast is guarding/blocking the portal? Damn. And we're separated, too. Not good. ]
Matthÿse nods at Freytha and delivers a message to the others (if he's within range):
"We see the portal! The shadowbeast stands in our way!"
Then, he looks at the crowd:
"Fine! We will overcome this trial and show you our might!"
[ He's going to cast Divine Favor either right now or on his turn when combat begins. ]
(OOC: Yep, you're in range.)
Freytha stands, receiving your message, and then draws a long blade. As this beast steps out of the shadows, you see a swollen, slimy head, with a gargantuan mouth filled with teeth shining in the light. Under that, a body that shouldn't be able to hold up the rest of it, along with a pair of large wings. Wisps of shadows wreathe it as it walks towards you, grunting and snarling.
(OOC: Initiative?)
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[ Matthÿse is under the impression that they are being tested for one reason or another. His instinct is to stand and fight against this monstrosity so he can clear the path for his allies and escape through the portal. If anyone is going to speak up, they should do it. Because Matthÿse is going to fight his way through. ]
[ So the shadowbeast is guarding/blocking the portal? Damn. And we're separated, too. Not good. ]
Matthÿse nods at Freytha and delivers a message to the others (if he's within range):
"We see the portal! The shadowbeast stands in our way!"
Then, he looks at the crowd:
"Fine! We will overcome this trial and show you our might!"
[ He's going to cast Divine Favor either right now or on his turn when combat begins. ]
(OOC: Yep, you're in range.)
Freytha stands, receiving your message, and then draws a long blade. As this beast steps out of the shadows, you see a swollen, slimy head, with a gargantuan mouth filled with teeth shining in the light. Under that, a body that shouldn't be able to hold up the rest of it, along with a pair of large wings. Wisps of shadows wreathe it as it walks towards you, grunting and snarling.
(OOC: Initiative?)
[Initiative: shit, 2]
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[OoC: And that makes me love it.]
[OoC: do we take a long rest?]
I follow Bran, "Oooh, what is this surprise event. It seems very interesting, I have yet that many amazing things, so I wish so much that you aren't being lied to about this"
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She nods, receiving your message.
Bran leads you back to the long hallway you walked down when first entering the castle and walks further down. Eventually, the hallway widens into a large room filled with cages and wagons of all sorts, holding hundreds of creatures that you’ve never seen before, from winged creatures that shoot spikes at targets to groups of elves that form human pyramids. “Here are some of the show’s most famous acts,” Bran tells you as he leads you into an amphitheater packed with people from humans to incorporeal flying shadows. He leads you to a long bench on the closest row to the amphitheater and walks to the center of the room, his face beaming with pride as he announces, “And now…we welcome Ringmaster Varnus!”
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(OOC: Yep, a long rest.)
“Lied to? Nonsense, you all are good folk! You would never lie!”
(OOC: the trust is wild)
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Matthyse will sit quietly and stays vigilant throughout the show for any surprise attacks and for any food he might be able to grab. Muttering to himself the incantations for guidance, which hopefully are muffled by the sound of the crowd and the performers.
Perception: 22
Guidance: 2
[ OOC: Danger takes priority, but he's a big boy that needs a lot of food to be happy. lol ]
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I simply watch, curious about what would be considered amazing in a hellious place such as this. I also watch the reactions of the performer's reactions during their acts. I have a gnawing suspicion some may be here unwillingly.
[Insight: 18]
Calanin also watches, not looking out for anything, just the obvious.
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The beasts may be frightening, but you don't think that they'll hurt you. However, when Ringmaster Varnus walks in, you immediately feel something off. He's a short, stout man, covered in red clothes, and as his gaze sweeps around the amphitheater, finally landing on your motley group, you feel a chill before he says, "We have visitors. Let us welcome our new guests!" He waves his hands in some incantation. "We know how to welcome them...don't we?" (OOC: Can I have a DEX save from everyone?)
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[ Matthÿse rolled an 11 on his dex save. ]
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Matthyse is pulled into the center of the arena by some mysterious invisible force, sprawling on the beige gravel and rock, while the ringmaster teleports out of the center and lands in Matthyse's seat, giving the rest of you a shove.
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[Dex Save: 15]
Kuuraht just barely manages to get out of the way, tripping over a few other people while doing so.
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Dex save: 19 (17+2)
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You also narrowly dodge the ringmaster.
As Matthyse is getting his bearings, a huge portcullis on the edge of the arena opens, a roar blasting sandy air in your face as a shadowy beast steps out of the wall. "I suppose Bran forgot to mention this," the ringmaster calls. "He's always excited to meet new people, so he forgets the most important things. This may be peaceful, but we're still in the Shadowfell. Here, you earn your honor- and your safety." Freytha sprawls on the ground next to Matthyse, pointing at the gate. "There. The portal. That way."
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[ So the shadowbeast is guarding/blocking the portal? Damn. And we're separated, too. Not good. ]
Matthÿse nods at Freytha and delivers a message to the others (if he's within range):
"We see the portal! The shadowbeast stands in our way!"
Then, he looks at the crowd:
"Fine! We will overcome this trial and show you our might!"
[ He's going to cast Divine Favor either right now or on his turn when combat begins. ]
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(OOC: Yep, you're in range.)
Freytha stands, receiving your message, and then draws a long blade. As this beast steps out of the shadows, you see a swollen, slimy head, with a gargantuan mouth filled with teeth shining in the light. Under that, a body that shouldn't be able to hold up the rest of it, along with a pair of large wings. Wisps of shadows wreathe it as it walks towards you, grunting and snarling.
(OOC: Initiative?)
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[ Matthÿse is under the impression that they are being tested for one reason or another. His instinct is to stand and fight against this monstrosity so he can clear the path for his allies and escape through the portal. If anyone is going to speak up, they should do it. Because Matthÿse is going to fight his way through. ]
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[Initiative: shit, 2]