As Sir Carthen Brant presents Team Gilmyer, Torgar leads the group to the raised platform. The other 3 are standing two steps back from Torgar who is standing alone, clearly marking him as the team leader. Each of the team members is wearing their tunics with the Gilmyer insignia clearly visible on the front. Torgar's insignia seems to almost jump off the fabric, the colorful animals and "G" in stark contrast the the brilliantly clean fabric (gleaming enchantment). They make a striking group with their vast differences in their appearances, yet as they stand, a sense of unity and oneness is unmistakable, already having overcome hardship to get even this far into the tournament. Behind them their horses, Liltaro, Monty, and Cosmo (I don't think Keshin ever mentioned a horse?), stand regally and controlled, not shuffling or snorting. All of them are wearing their military saddles with pride (Liltaro and Cosmo solider backgrounds; Monty was bought one).
Confidently, but jovially, Torgar starts to speak, looking directly at each judge in turn and then finishing his speech by talking to the crowd... (OOC - I figure our names are already public record in the tournament, so saying them isn't providing information they don't already have)
My lords, my ladies, and to the rest of you wonderful people. I have the pride, the privilege, and the pleasure to introduce Team Gilmyer. We are honored to be here and to perform in this tournament to demonstrate our abilities for your entertainment. First let me introduce our team, we have Danami Pithom, Keshin, and Sirin "Silverblade" Aeron; and I am Torgar Ironfist of the La'hovia army, 1st squadron.
Danami stands tall with his silvery white hair flowing down past his shoulders. A great axe shining on his back with daggers at his waist. As he is announced, Danami casts green-flame blade (cantrip) on his axe illuminating him from behind. The green light casts his face into shadow as only his dark silhouette is visible from the front.
Keshin is standing proudly, having earned his spot here more than anyone else having already bled and nearly died for this opportunity. His hood is up, keeping the top half of his face in shadow while his smirk is easily seen. The edges of his blades are blindingly bright as they catch the light as he makes subtle changes in his posture. Unknowing to anyone else, he is purposefully casting the light's reflection into some of the spectators eyes for his own amusement. As Torgar says his name he produces a glowing form in his own image (Dancing lights cantrip) which walks past Torgar and takes a deep bow towards the judges, before exploding into glowing orbs which dissipate.
Sirin had no magic to display or show off but she didn't need any. Her shapely form, well fitted leather armor, and silver-streaked black hair was enough that she noticed more than enough of the men, and not an insignificant number of women, in the stands were staring at her throughout the entire presentation. Torgar introduced her and Sirin took a graceful bow. Her fluidity and smoothness in this simple action alone was enough to demonstrate her dexterous control, which no doubt would transfer over to her ability with the rapier at her side.
Torgar continues his speech...
Each of us come from uniquely different backgrounds, but we are united here today to earn glory and honor. (Now speaking to the crowd in a joking manner, laughing) And it is your honor to watch us while we do it! (serious tone again) The other teams here may boast about being the best... about their accomplishments and their achievements, but at the end of the day, we will rise victorious because we are of the people... one of you, and I know no one works harder, deserves more, and is given less than us! (attempting to make the spectators think of us as "one of them") Today, this tournament, will show that if you reach for the stars, for the impossible, and give everything to make that dream become a reality; then it is possible to overcome your station and grab a piece of the heavens!
OOC - Wasn't sure exactly what you wanted giving you options here: Persuasion (rolled with advantage due to 'help' action from team): 12 (4,8 +4) Performance: 19 (17+2)
Once Torgar finished his introduction, Sirin offered a small nod and stepped forward slightly. “Sirin Aeron, but you may call me Silverblade,” she said, her voice smooth, carrying a hint of charm. “It’s an honor to be here, and we look forward to showing you what we can do.” Her words were confident, bordering on boastful despite her attempts to temper herself. She simply knew her skill would speak for itself soon enough.
She stepped back into place, flashing her team a quick, slightly apologetic smile.
The speech is meet with roaring applause. Even the judges look mildly surprised at how charismatic Torgar was. Sir. Carthen steps forward again as the team files off. "Team Gilmyer!" You are brought to a long cabin, which is to be your home while you compete. You have time to head back to the tavern for your stuff before the endurance test.
Phew glad that is over with. I hate public speaking. I think it best we move as a group. Let’s go collect our stuff from the tavern and Keshin can tell us of his night.
Sirin happily pats Torgar on the back once they are out of view of the audience. "Excellent work! I couldn't have done it better myself. I never took to speeches and politics, despite my family's best efforts."
Once they retrieve their things and return to the cabin, she looks around curiously.
It's really rather spartan. There are 5 cots on the back wall, each with a large chest and a small table. The far left wall (facing the back wall) is screened off for a privy, and to the right there is a table and 7 chairs.
"Well this reminds me of how it was in training." Danami scoffs as he slings his pack on the third rack from the left.
"Torgar, that was a fantastic introduction. Thank you for that. I hope the Green-Flame Blade wasn't too theatrical. I was attempting at subtlety but expressing that there is quite a bit of danger to our opposition. If you all would allow, I would like to remain quieter while we have spectators. I would prefer if I remained an aloof mystery to them."
(OOC-- I'm sure the spell slinging will show me off enough in it's own time)
Sirin moved over to her own cot, setting her pack down and stretching her arms out, already feeling the anticipation building for the endurance test. "I agree—time to let actions do the talking. Besides, if we keep up what we’re doing, we’ll have them talking about us long after this tournament is over."
*Has been dutifully visualizing his spells in his mind relaxing on his rack*
"Maybe we should discuss various battle strategies and scenarios; so, that we as a team are prepared for various different scenarios and have a good plan. Rather than being scattered and guessing what each person is doing rather than working as a solid unit. Every point matters in tournaments and I can't afford to mess this up. What do you think Torgar....Sirin?"
Sirin glanced between Torgar and Danami, her expression calm but focused. “You're right. I know my role best in close quarters or taking out stragglers on the edges...But if we have a clear plan for when we need to switch tactics quickly, that’s when we’ll really shine as a team.”
I’m best at melee as well. I even learned a skill where I can hit way harder but there’s a chance I’ll miss (Great Weapon Master). In a pinch I can use my javelin for a ranged attack.
"Ok so I am a spellslinger with a big axe...more or less. It sounds like Torgar, you need and should lead us into battle. Sirin, I feel like you and I will be more distanced than him and moving around a bit. From the looks of what skills are between us, we should also get our hands on as many Potions of Healing as we can. As quickly as we can too." Danami said to both of his teammates from sitting on his bed with his back against the wall. He was tossing his Bloodstone crystal focus in the air lightly to himself.
The Gnomiator, or Gnom in short, is a small gnome made out of Iron. He clearly has seen some fights as shown by various dents in his armor. Although, don't worry, these do not weaken his armor he just left them there as a reminder of his live as a gladiator. He was made by a gnome clan to fight in the arena, but has been set free and is now looking after himself. Besides Gnom there is also another creature made of Iron, this is a steel defender looking like a small horse. You see a lance on the side of the horse, and a crossbow on Gnom's back, besides all kind of tools on his belt.
((Can I have saddlebags and a saddle on my steel defender btw? and is the idea we were just there for what happened upto now?))
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"grandpa" Salkur, Gnome Arti/Sorc: Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Arti/Cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volc Genasi Arti: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war |Smithy, Human Arti: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed | Doc, Dwarven Cleric (2024): Adventure at Hope's End | Abathax, Tiefling Illriger: Hunt for the Balowang | Gorin Mestel, Human Arti: Descend into Avernus
The dawn light broke over the quiet road as Theros Ironmantle rode in silence, guiding his warhorse, Ironhoof, up the final stretch toward the cabin. Days before, he had received a mysterious package—a letter, a token, and a pouch of gold—all promising a place in the Grand Tournament of Valoria. The letter spoke of unity, strength, and the honor of “Team Gilmyer,” igniting in Theros a renewed sense of purpose.
After resupplying in the city, Theros followed the directions to a humble cabin, dismounting as the quiet and the faint scent of wood smoke welcomed him. Ironhoof, his trusted warhorse, stood beside him—a tall, powerful war steed with a sleek, dark-gray coat and disciplined bearing. Ironhoof’s muscular frame bore both rider and armor with ease, and strapped to his saddle was Theros’s warpick—a weapon of tempered steel with a reinforced wooden handle. The warpick, mounted securely yet within easy reach, gleamed faintly in the morning light, adding to the imposing image of warrior and mount prepared for the trials ahead.
As Theros entered the cabin, he cast a commanding shadow across the room. His dusk-green skin, marked with scars from battles past, bore the dust of the road, and his broad shoulders and armor spoke of strength and discipline. His fierce gaze was framed by black hair, shaved close at the sides and braided with metal bands, which accentuated the lines of his jaw and the intensity in his dark gray eyes. Across his chest, his tunic displayed the bold crest of Team Gilmyer—a mark of the allegiance he had accepted and the promise he was determined to fulfill.
Strapped across his back, his broad shield bore the scars of countless clashes yet gleamed with meticulous polish. Theros’s mother’s mace—a weapon shaped like a clenched fist—hung at his side, completing the image of a seasoned warrior ready to prove himself.
Stepping fully into the cabin, he regarded the gathered team with a steady voice.
"Sorry I am late. I am Theros Ironmantle," he said with a nod, his tone calm and measured. "It seems we are to prove ourselves together. May we make the most of it." His deliberate movements and unwavering gaze conveyed that, for him, this was not merely a game, but the first step on the path to glory.
Torgar: I'll take the cot closest to the door. I think we should all rest for a few hours and then we can head over to the Trial of Endurance to stretch and limber up.
OOC - Sucks that we don't know about the cheating or climbing wall handholds anymore Keshin was the only one to see that and he never existed lol.
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As Sir Carthen Brant presents Team Gilmyer, Torgar leads the group to the raised platform. The other 3 are standing two steps back from Torgar who is standing alone, clearly marking him as the team leader. Each of the team members is wearing their tunics with the Gilmyer insignia clearly visible on the front. Torgar's insignia seems to almost jump off the fabric, the colorful animals and "G" in stark contrast the the brilliantly clean fabric (gleaming enchantment). They make a striking group with their vast differences in their appearances, yet as they stand, a sense of unity and oneness is unmistakable, already having overcome hardship to get even this far into the tournament. Behind them their horses, Liltaro, Monty, and Cosmo (I don't think Keshin ever mentioned a horse?), stand regally and controlled, not shuffling or snorting. All of them are wearing their military saddles with pride (Liltaro and Cosmo solider backgrounds; Monty was bought one).
Confidently, but jovially, Torgar starts to speak, looking directly at each judge in turn and then finishing his speech by talking to the crowd...
(OOC - I figure our names are already public record in the tournament, so saying them isn't providing information they don't already have)
My lords, my ladies, and to the rest of you wonderful people. I have the pride, the privilege, and the pleasure to introduce Team Gilmyer. We are honored to be here and to perform in this tournament to demonstrate our abilities for your entertainment. First let me introduce our team, we have Danami Pithom, Keshin, and Sirin "Silverblade" Aeron; and I am Torgar Ironfist of the La'hovia army, 1st squadron.
Danami stands tall with his silvery white hair flowing down past his shoulders. A great axe shining on his back with daggers at his waist. As he is announced, Danami casts green-flame blade (cantrip) on his axe illuminating him from behind. The green light casts his face into shadow as only his dark silhouette is visible from the front.
Keshin is standing proudly, having earned his spot here more than anyone else having already bled and nearly died for this opportunity. His hood is up, keeping the top half of his face in shadow while his smirk is easily seen. The edges of his blades are blindingly bright as they catch the light as he makes subtle changes in his posture. Unknowing to anyone else, he is purposefully casting the light's reflection into some of the spectators eyes for his own amusement. As Torgar says his name he produces a glowing form in his own image (Dancing lights cantrip) which walks past Torgar and takes a deep bow towards the judges, before exploding into glowing orbs which dissipate.
Sirin had no magic to display or show off but she didn't need any. Her shapely form, well fitted leather armor, and silver-streaked black hair was enough that she noticed more than enough of the men, and not an insignificant number of women, in the stands were staring at her throughout the entire presentation. Torgar introduced her and Sirin took a graceful bow. Her fluidity and smoothness in this simple action alone was enough to demonstrate her dexterous control, which no doubt would transfer over to her ability with the rapier at her side.
Torgar continues his speech...
Each of us come from uniquely different backgrounds, but we are united here today to earn glory and honor. (Now speaking to the crowd in a joking manner, laughing) And it is your honor to watch us while we do it! (serious tone again) The other teams here may boast about being the best... about their accomplishments and their achievements, but at the end of the day, we will rise victorious because we are of the people... one of you, and I know no one works harder, deserves more, and is given less than us! (attempting to make the spectators think of us as "one of them") Today, this tournament, will show that if you reach for the stars, for the impossible, and give everything to make that dream become a reality; then it is possible to overcome your station and grab a piece of the heavens!
OOC - Wasn't sure exactly what you wanted giving you options here:
Persuasion (rolled with advantage due to 'help' action from team): 12 (4,8 +4)
Performance: 19 (17+2)
Once Torgar finished his introduction, Sirin offered a small nod and stepped forward slightly. “Sirin Aeron, but you may call me Silverblade,” she said, her voice smooth, carrying a hint of charm. “It’s an honor to be here, and we look forward to showing you what we can do.” Her words were confident, bordering on boastful despite her attempts to temper herself. She simply knew her skill would speak for itself soon enough.She stepped back into place, flashing her team a quick, slightly apologetic smile.Persuasion 5 -.-;;OOC - if anyone wants to override your character introductions feel free.
Ooc: I'll take yours, it turned out much better lol.
The speech is meet with roaring applause. Even the judges look mildly surprised at how charismatic Torgar was.
Sir. Carthen steps forward again as the team files off.
" Team Gilmyer!"
You are brought to a long cabin, which is to be your home while you compete. You have time to head back to the tavern for your stuff before the endurance test.
Phew glad that is over with. I hate public speaking. I think it best we move as a group. Let’s go collect our stuff from the tavern and Keshin can tell us of his night.
Sirin happily pats Torgar on the back once they are out of view of the audience. "Excellent work! I couldn't have done it better myself. I never took to speeches and politics, despite my family's best efforts."
Once they retrieve their things and return to the cabin, she looks around curiously.
Perception: 26
It's really rather spartan. There are 5 cots on the back wall, each with a large chest and a small table.
The far left wall (facing the back wall) is screened off for a privy, and to the right there is a table and 7 chairs.
"Well this reminds me of how it was in training." Danami scoffs as he slings his pack on the third rack from the left.
"Torgar, that was a fantastic introduction. Thank you for that. I hope the Green-Flame Blade wasn't too theatrical. I was attempting at subtlety but expressing that there is quite a bit of danger to our opposition. If you all would allow, I would like to remain quieter while we have spectators. I would prefer if I remained an aloof mystery to them."
(OOC-- I'm sure the spell slinging will show me off enough in it's own time)
Yes, I think we can now just focus on our actions instead of words.
Sirin moved over to her own cot, setting her pack down and stretching her arms out, already feeling the anticipation building for the endurance test. "I agree—time to let actions do the talking. Besides, if we keep up what we’re doing, we’ll have them talking about us long after this tournament is over."
*Has been dutifully visualizing his spells in his mind relaxing on his rack*
"Maybe we should discuss various battle strategies and scenarios; so, that we as a team are prepared for various different scenarios and have a good plan. Rather than being scattered and guessing what each person is doing rather than working as a solid unit. Every point matters in tournaments and I can't afford to mess this up. What do you think Torgar....Sirin?"
Sirin glanced between Torgar and Danami, her expression calm but focused. “You're right. I know my role best in close quarters or taking out stragglers on the edges...But if we have a clear plan for when we need to switch tactics quickly, that’s when we’ll really shine as a team.”
I’m best at melee as well. I even learned a skill where I can hit way harder but there’s a chance I’ll miss (Great Weapon Master). In a pinch I can use my javelin for a ranged attack.
"Ah, yes, I can fight at range if needed with my shortbow or daggers! I usually don't have allies with me, so I nearly forgot."
"Ok so I am a spellslinger with a big axe...more or less. It sounds like Torgar, you need and should lead us into battle. Sirin, I feel like you and I will be more distanced than him and moving around a bit. From the looks of what skills are between us, we should also get our hands on as many Potions of Healing as we can. As quickly as we can too." Danami said to both of his teammates from sitting on his bed with his back against the wall. He was tossing his Bloodstone crystal focus in the air lightly to himself.
The Gnomiator, or Gnom in short, is a small gnome made out of Iron. He clearly has seen some fights as shown by various dents in his armor. Although, don't worry, these do not weaken his armor he just left them there as a reminder of his live as a gladiator. He was made by a gnome clan to fight in the arena, but has been set free and is now looking after himself. Besides Gnom there is also another creature made of Iron, this is a steel defender looking like a small horse. You see a lance on the side of the horse, and a crossbow on Gnom's back, besides all kind of tools on his belt.
((Can I have saddlebags and a saddle on my steel defender btw? and is the idea we were just there for what happened upto now?))
"grandpa" Salkur, Gnome Arti/Sorc: Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Arti/Cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volc Genasi Arti: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war | Smithy, Human Arti: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed | Doc, Dwarven Cleric (2024): Adventure at Hope's End | Abathax, Tiefling Illriger: Hunt for the Balowang | Gorin Mestel, Human Arti: Descend into Avernus
The dawn light broke over the quiet road as Theros Ironmantle rode in silence, guiding his warhorse, Ironhoof, up the final stretch toward the cabin. Days before, he had received a mysterious package—a letter, a token, and a pouch of gold—all promising a place in the Grand Tournament of Valoria. The letter spoke of unity, strength, and the honor of “Team Gilmyer,” igniting in Theros a renewed sense of purpose.
After resupplying in the city, Theros followed the directions to a humble cabin, dismounting as the quiet and the faint scent of wood smoke welcomed him. Ironhoof, his trusted warhorse, stood beside him—a tall, powerful war steed with a sleek, dark-gray coat and disciplined bearing. Ironhoof’s muscular frame bore both rider and armor with ease, and strapped to his saddle was Theros’s warpick—a weapon of tempered steel with a reinforced wooden handle. The warpick, mounted securely yet within easy reach, gleamed faintly in the morning light, adding to the imposing image of warrior and mount prepared for the trials ahead.
As Theros entered the cabin, he cast a commanding shadow across the room. His dusk-green skin, marked with scars from battles past, bore the dust of the road, and his broad shoulders and armor spoke of strength and discipline. His fierce gaze was framed by black hair, shaved close at the sides and braided with metal bands, which accentuated the lines of his jaw and the intensity in his dark gray eyes. Across his chest, his tunic displayed the bold crest of Team Gilmyer—a mark of the allegiance he had accepted and the promise he was determined to fulfill.
Strapped across his back, his broad shield bore the scars of countless clashes yet gleamed with meticulous polish. Theros’s mother’s mace—a weapon shaped like a clenched fist—hung at his side, completing the image of a seasoned warrior ready to prove himself.
Stepping fully into the cabin, he regarded the gathered team with a steady voice.
"Sorry I am late. I am Theros Ironmantle," he said with a nod, his tone calm and measured. "It seems we are to prove ourselves together. May we make the most of it." His deliberate movements and unwavering gaze conveyed that, for him, this was not merely a game, but the first step on the path to glory.
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Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
Saddle stuff is fine, and yeah. The idea is that you have been here the entire time.
Torgar: I'll take the cot closest to the door. I think we should all rest for a few hours and then we can head over to the Trial of Endurance to stretch and limber up.
OOC - Sucks that we don't know about the cheating or climbing wall handholds anymore Keshin was the only one to see that and he never existed lol.