Satisfied that her words were heeded, the genasi nods curtly and returns to the crowd, where she meets with what appears to be her partner, an elegant drow in fine purple robes. They begin exchanging some terse words, with the drow whispering something, and the genasi responding to him with a dismissive wave while gesturing to the pier aggressively.
Riven’s gaze lingers on the water for a moment longer, as he pieces together what he can. The current reminded him of rough crossings before, but this wasn’t that. Hard, yes. Dangerous, maybe. He draws in a slow breath and releases it just as steadily, stepping closer to where she stands.
“You’ll have to fight for every inch,” he says quietly beside her. “Don’t burn yourself out too soon. Pace yourself and don't stick your head too far out of the water when you take a breath, or a wave will give you a mouthful of water."
But then movement in his peripheral vision draws his attention. The genasi’s sharp gestures. The drow’s dissatisfied, too-controlled posture. Whispered words, sharpened with frustration. Something in that exchange didn’t sit right.
Riven turns slightly to better observe them, one hand resting loosely against his belt, weight balanced on the balls of his feet. Watching. Not quite ready to move.
He leans slightly toward Joy, voice low so only she can hear. “Something’s off there.”
Riven is keen enough to have noticed the terse whispers, as his senses have been attuned to such things over a lifetime, but he wasn't quite able to catch the specifics with all the people milling about here on the cramped docks. He or someone else will need to move in quickly before the moment passes to observe what is being discussed.
Joy nods slowly, the advice about the water settling deep in her chest like an anchor. Riven’s quiet words felt like a safety tether. Her gaze follows his as he shifts, eyes narrowing slightly as she takes in the tension between the genasi and the drow.
“I see it,” she murmurs, barely moving her lips. Her tone stays calm, but there’s a wary edge to it now, her stance subtly shifting to keep herself between the disturbance and Ylis.
Without drawing too much attention, she leans ever so slightly toward Randa and whispers, “Can you take a look? Something’s not right with that pair—Riven noticed it too."
Meanwhile, unaware of the growing suspicion, Vazo'yn gazes out over the water course that Joy is soon to chart. It looks difficult, but he has no doubt his companion is up to the task.
"May your strength carry you on as it always has, Joy,"he says with an encouraging nod.
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Randa hung back not wanting to break the rules of the competition and happy to let Joy do the swimming....she had missed the exchange while gazing out across the water and wasn't sure what had gotten Rivens hackles up though she could tell something was troubling him.
When Joy spoke up about the couple? Riven was regarding she tried to work out what was happening...people were not her most studied subjects....
Feeling encouraged by Riven's advice, Ylis' blessing, and Vazo'yn's inspiration, Joy smiles as she moves forward towards the starting line. She is curious what the genasi and drow were talking about, but that ship has sailed. She does a few stretches as she prepares for the race to start.
The Fellowship keeps their distance and from what they can glean through observation alone, the genasi aggressively dismissed whatever the drow in purple and maroon robes was saying. The drow is frustrated, but pushes no further and the genasi claps him on the shoulder reassuringly with a confident grin, then walks away to her own place on the starting line. The drow notices some among the Fellowship studying him and he narrows his eyes suspiciously for a moment. He then moves his focus onto the genasi with a mix of annoyance and worry.
Joy and the genasi exchange looks, but the genasi spares little more than a glance. She slaps her thighs hard three times and shakes her legs, sending blood to her legs, then grunts out a few stretches for her shoulders.
The goblin running this challenge takes control of the game again. "Okay everyone. Now that the weaklings have been scared away, listen up. Name's Omo and I run this challenge this year. The goal here is to swim up the Ifolon and grab the spear we stuck in the remaining post of the old bridge. See it?"
The crowd moves their eyes collectively up the body of water to where three or so posts stick out of the water in the distance. The one in the center has a spear wedged in it. It is far enough away that only those with a successful Perception Check of 13 can see it. Otherwise, you can only see the three support beams of the long since fallen bridge.
"Oh, come on, don't you see it? That one right in the middle?" Omo says with a bemused expression. Many in the crowd lean forward and squint, some even try to shade their eyes with their hands as they look out over the gulf as it narrows into the connecting river. Some who had begun to walk forward to participate now retreat back into the crowd out of fear. "Geez, it isn't that far..."
Omo shrugs. "Anyway, this is a race, so you need speed, but it's also a battle of wits and a test of might. I don't care who gets there first. The winner is the one who brings me the spear." His words carry heavy implication and he punctuates them by punching his own palm hard, just in case there are some slower people who will race that may need a bit of help connecting the dots of his statement. "Remember, friendly competition. Try to keep your blades out of people's backs, though, there are critters in these waters... so watch out! Alright, line up!"
Of the now timid crowd, only a handful make their way to the line with Joy and the genasi. A lanky male orc, who has stripped down to his underwear, a broad shouldered human woman, who has also stripped the bulkier clothes off but keeps her pants and top on. She trades her massive mace with one of her friends and instead borrows their shortsword. The group is joined by a hirsute goblin with shock red hair. He grins at Joy like she is a meal in her heavy chain mail.
DM: Vazo'yn, your local knowledge of the area will let you know that these are shark-infested waters.
Joy squints into the distance, shading her eyes with a hand, but—no spear. Just three lonely posts poking up from the water like forgotten teeth. Still, if the middle one’s where the spear is, that’s good enough. Her brow furrows slightly at Omo’s words. “Speed, wit, and might…” she murmurs to herself, eyes flicking to the others gathering at the starting line. So magic and trickery are fair game? That seems a bit mean, but...if it's part of the rules, she does have a few options she can use in a pinch.
She shrugs her pack off with a grunt, placing it carefully beside the dock along with her javelins and shield, giving each item a quick, respectful pat like she’s promising to be back soon. The longsword, however, stays belted at her side, and her chain mail—clunky though it is—stays on. Between water creatures and eager rivals, she’s not taking that risk.
She rolls her shoulders and mutters a brief prayer to the Dawnfather under her breath. The armor might weigh her down, but she’d endured worse. Her oath will lend her the burst she needs. Not to mention she has the others there to cheer her on. Her eyes sparkle with excitement. If she ignores the many obvious safety issues, the race does sound really fun!
Critters... The world echoes meaningfully in Vazo'yn's mind for a moment before he remembers something that had been nagging at him.
"Joy,"he says with some urgency and moves closer to her as she prepares for her swim.
"The critters are sharks," he explains. "This river is full of them. You need to be careful. All of the contests should," he adds. He is not trying to keep his voice down, should any of the other contestants be within earshot.
Upon hearing of the sharks, the hairy goblin that was looking at Joy like she was a fool suddenly looks down at his near naked body, then back to Joy with an expression that resembles envy and regret.
"Sharks?!"Joy sounds almost excited about getting to see the creatures, before she reminds herself that they'll be in the water with them. "I would call those 'deadly predators', not just 'critters',"she remarks with a sidelong glance at Omo. Feeling pity for the scantily clad goblin, she will offer him a javelin.
Randa contents herself with readying to yell encouragement.....she also has Rainfall with her in case she needs to discourage any overly playful fish from eating the competitors....though she's unsure if that would be counted as interference she values lives over contests.
Riven watched the rippling water for a moment longer, the word sharks echoing unpleasantly in his thoughts. Joy would face more than just the river’s pull out there.
His attention drifted to the drow in purple and maroon. The frustration, the whispers, the dismissive hand gesture from the genasi, all of it had not gone unnoticed.
Riven moved from the Fellowship’s loose formation and intercepted the drow’s path, stepping into his line of sight with a quiet authority, not aggressive, but intentional. His features unreadable, but his tone, measured and deliberate, which left little ambiguity.
“I couldn’t help but note the exchange between you and your… associate,” he began, “I’d hate to think it concerned the trial about to take place.”
His gaze didn’t waver, "You see, I have a friend in that is about to enter the water in a moment. And if there’s risk greater than the current or the sharks, now would be the time to disclose it.”
A faint, cold flicker of a smile touched the corner of his mouth, not warm, not quite a threat. “Because if harm were to come to them because of something unsaid, I would hate for the two of us to find ourselves in that position.”
His stance remained loose, almost relaxed, but every word was weighted as his gaze remained on the drow.
As soon as Randa noted Riven approach the drow she slipped in behind him as she had done many times over the last few years, she did not speak merely let her presence indicate that Riven was not alone.
Riven registered Randa’s quiet arrival behind him as he continued to stare at the drow.
He didn’t shift his stance, didn’t glance back. They’d done this before. Together, they were now pressure, quiet and absolute.
The space around the drow suddenly felt narrower, not by any words spoken, but by the simple fact of Randa’s presence. It was no longer him making inquiries, it was the Fellowship’s reach falling across this conversation.
Riven let the silence draw out between them, the faint slap of the waves and distant cheers of festival-goers contrasting with the weight in the air here.
When he spoke again, his voice was even quieter than before.
“I don’t bluff,” he murmurs, gaze steady on the drow’s. “And I don’t walk away from potential threats to my people.”
Intimidation check [Advantage] (Nat 20, 8)=20 [OOC: My plan was to roll using luck as this was going to be a flat roll. If Randa's help action is not valid for advantage I would expend a point.]
The delicately beautiful drow is put on his backfoot, shaken by the quiet aggression. Fear flashes across his eyes, before compositing himself. He looks the two of you up and down like one would look at a pile of pungent, spilled garbage on the street. “You know, you should really work your way up to threats. This kind of leaves you nowhere to go.” He snaps his fingers and in a blink of an eye, ethereal armor like that of a plated knight sparkles across his body. It fades in and out from view depending on how the light hits it and is mostly invisible, save for a light sparkling shimmer that seems to cover everything in a vague bubble around him.
The crowd recoils from the burst of protective magic, as most people here seem to not be magic users and, generally speaking, that is the difference between life and death in a fight. “People who issue threats unprovoked are usually compensating for deep-rooted insecurities. You don’t bluff, but perhaps you would like to update your prior assumptions? A beautiful flower can still have thorns.”
The genasi looks up from her position on the docks, but she doesn’t leave her spot. She simply observes the exchange, though her wiry, orc hair begins to stand erect around her neck, flaring her pixie cut. Her strong hands ball into tight, hammer-like fists.
“If there is any danger in those waters, you seem to know more about it than I do, but you thugs seem to have gotten turned around. The water is that way.” He tilts his head toward the water.
The sounds of the waters wash noisily against the docks and aside from the occasional gull cawing, no one makes a sound for a moment. Though he has erected a magical defense, he makes no visible effort to deceive. His eyes read true in what he says. He is also clearly afraid of what potential actions that the two very physical people in front of him may take in response to his seemingly unruly mouth, but he is more angry about perceived disrespect for being so fragile looking that he doesn’t bother to muzzle himself.
He stands firm, looking straight into the eyes of Randa and Riven. His emotions are a storm of fear for being harmed and volcanic rage at being bullied. His breathing is rapid and shallow, nostrils flaring like the beating wings of a bird. His eyes unblinking, twisted in anger, and welling with tears.
Omo appears to have tried to summon the courage to jump between you, but after a quiet squeak escapes his mouth, he reconsiders it after looking at the semi-invisible armor. No need to get vaporized on account of a stranger, after all.
Satisfied that her words were heeded, the genasi nods curtly and returns to the crowd, where she meets with what appears to be her partner, an elegant drow in fine purple robes. They begin exchanging some terse words, with the drow whispering something, and the genasi responding to him with a dismissive wave while gesturing to the pier aggressively.
He seems... dissatisfied with her words.
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Riven’s gaze lingers on the water for a moment longer, as he pieces together what he can. The current reminded him of rough crossings before, but this wasn’t that. Hard, yes. Dangerous, maybe. He draws in a slow breath and releases it just as steadily, stepping closer to where she stands.
“You’ll have to fight for every inch,” he says quietly beside her. “Don’t burn yourself out too soon. Pace yourself and don't stick your head too far out of the water when you take a breath, or a wave will give you a mouthful of water."
But then movement in his peripheral vision draws his attention. The genasi’s sharp gestures. The drow’s dissatisfied, too-controlled posture. Whispered words, sharpened with frustration. Something in that exchange didn’t sit right.
Riven turns slightly to better observe them, one hand resting loosely against his belt, weight balanced on the balls of his feet. Watching. Not quite ready to move.
He leans slightly toward Joy, voice low so only she can hear. “Something’s off there.”
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Riven is keen enough to have noticed the terse whispers, as his senses have been attuned to such things over a lifetime, but he wasn't quite able to catch the specifics with all the people milling about here on the cramped docks. He or someone else will need to move in quickly before the moment passes to observe what is being discussed.
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Joy nods slowly, the advice about the water settling deep in her chest like an anchor. Riven’s quiet words felt like a safety tether. Her gaze follows his as he shifts, eyes narrowing slightly as she takes in the tension between the genasi and the drow.
“I see it,” she murmurs, barely moving her lips. Her tone stays calm, but there’s a wary edge to it now, her stance subtly shifting to keep herself between the disturbance and Ylis.
Without drawing too much attention, she leans ever so slightly toward Randa and whispers, “Can you take a look? Something’s not right with that pair—Riven noticed it too."
Meanwhile, unaware of the growing suspicion, Vazo'yn gazes out over the water course that Joy is soon to chart. It looks difficult, but he has no doubt his companion is up to the task.
"May your strength carry you on as it always has, Joy," he says with an encouraging nod.
OOC: D6 Bardic Inspiration to Joy.
Randa hung back not wanting to break the rules of the competition and happy to let Joy do the swimming....she had missed the exchange while gazing out across the water and wasn't sure what had gotten Rivens hackles up though she could tell something was troubling him.
When Joy spoke up about the couple? Riven was regarding she tried to work out what was happening...people were not her most studied subjects....
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Feeling encouraged by Riven's advice, Ylis' blessing, and Vazo'yn's inspiration, Joy smiles as she moves forward towards the starting line. She is curious what the genasi and drow were talking about, but that ship has sailed. She does a few stretches as she prepares for the race to start.
The Fellowship keeps their distance and from what they can glean through observation alone, the genasi aggressively dismissed whatever the drow in purple and maroon robes was saying. The drow is frustrated, but pushes no further and the genasi claps him on the shoulder reassuringly with a confident grin, then walks away to her own place on the starting line. The drow notices some among the Fellowship studying him and he narrows his eyes suspiciously for a moment. He then moves his focus onto the genasi with a mix of annoyance and worry.
Joy and the genasi exchange looks, but the genasi spares little more than a glance. She slaps her thighs hard three times and shakes her legs, sending blood to her legs, then grunts out a few stretches for her shoulders.
The goblin running this challenge takes control of the game again. "Okay everyone. Now that the weaklings have been scared away, listen up. Name's Omo and I run this challenge this year. The goal here is to swim up the Ifolon and grab the spear we stuck in the remaining post of the old bridge. See it?"
The crowd moves their eyes collectively up the body of water to where three or so posts stick out of the water in the distance. The one in the center has a spear wedged in it. It is far enough away that only those with a successful Perception Check of 13 can see it. Otherwise, you can only see the three support beams of the long since fallen bridge.
"Oh, come on, don't you see it? That one right in the middle?" Omo says with a bemused expression. Many in the crowd lean forward and squint, some even try to shade their eyes with their hands as they look out over the gulf as it narrows into the connecting river. Some who had begun to walk forward to participate now retreat back into the crowd out of fear. "Geez, it isn't that far..."
Omo shrugs. "Anyway, this is a race, so you need speed, but it's also a battle of wits and a test of might. I don't care who gets there first. The winner is the one who brings me the spear." His words carry heavy implication and he punctuates them by punching his own palm hard, just in case there are some slower people who will race that may need a bit of help connecting the dots of his statement. "Remember, friendly competition. Try to keep your blades out of people's backs, though, there are critters in these waters... so watch out! Alright, line up!"
Of the now timid crowd, only a handful make their way to the line with Joy and the genasi. A lanky male orc, who has stripped down to his underwear, a broad shouldered human woman, who has also stripped the bulkier clothes off but keeps her pants and top on. She trades her massive mace with one of her friends and instead borrows their shortsword. The group is joined by a hirsute goblin with shock red hair. He grins at Joy like she is a meal in her heavy chain mail.
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Joy squints into the distance, shading her eyes with a hand, but—no spear. Just three lonely posts poking up from the water like forgotten teeth. Still, if the middle one’s where the spear is, that’s good enough. Her brow furrows slightly at Omo’s words. “Speed, wit, and might…” she murmurs to herself, eyes flicking to the others gathering at the starting line. So magic and trickery are fair game? That seems a bit mean, but...if it's part of the rules, she does have a few options she can use in a pinch.
She shrugs her pack off with a grunt, placing it carefully beside the dock along with her javelins and shield, giving each item a quick, respectful pat like she’s promising to be back soon. The longsword, however, stays belted at her side, and her chain mail—clunky though it is—stays on. Between water creatures and eager rivals, she’s not taking that risk.
She rolls her shoulders and mutters a brief prayer to the Dawnfather under her breath. The armor might weigh her down, but she’d endured worse. Her oath will lend her the burst she needs. Not to mention she has the others there to cheer her on. Her eyes sparkle with excitement. If she ignores the many obvious safety issues, the race does sound really fun!
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Critters... The world echoes meaningfully in Vazo'yn's mind for a moment before he remembers something that had been nagging at him.
"Joy," he says with some urgency and moves closer to her as she prepares for her swim.
"The critters are sharks," he explains. "This river is full of them. You need to be careful. All of the contests should," he adds. He is not trying to keep his voice down, should any of the other contestants be within earshot.
Upon hearing of the sharks, the hairy goblin that was looking at Joy like she was a fool suddenly looks down at his near naked body, then back to Joy with an expression that resembles envy and regret.
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"Sharks?!" Joy sounds almost excited about getting to see the creatures, before she reminds herself that they'll be in the water with them. "I would call those 'deadly predators', not just 'critters'," she remarks with a sidelong glance at Omo. Feeling pity for the scantily clad goblin, she will offer him a javelin.
The red, furry goblin readily accepts the javelin and mutters a sheepish thank you, his haughty derision from earlier replaced with humility.
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Randa contents herself with readying to yell encouragement.....she also has Rainfall with her in case she needs to discourage any overly playful fish from eating the competitors....though she's unsure if that would be counted as interference she values lives over contests.
Riven watched the rippling water for a moment longer, the word sharks echoing unpleasantly in his thoughts. Joy would face more than just the river’s pull out there.
His attention drifted to the drow in purple and maroon. The frustration, the whispers, the dismissive hand gesture from the genasi, all of it had not gone unnoticed.
Riven moved from the Fellowship’s loose formation and intercepted the drow’s path, stepping into his line of sight with a quiet authority, not aggressive, but intentional. His features unreadable, but his tone, measured and deliberate, which left little ambiguity.
“I couldn’t help but note the exchange between you and your… associate,” he began, “I’d hate to think it concerned the trial about to take place.”
His gaze didn’t waver, "You see, I have a friend in that is about to enter the water in a moment. And if there’s risk greater than the current or the sharks, now would be the time to disclose it.”
A faint, cold flicker of a smile touched the corner of his mouth, not warm, not quite a threat. “Because if harm were to come to them because of something unsaid, I would hate for the two of us to find ourselves in that position.”
His stance remained loose, almost relaxed, but every word was weighted as his gaze remained on the drow.
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As soon as Randa noted Riven approach the drow she slipped in behind him as she had done many times over the last few years, she did not speak merely let her presence indicate that Riven was not alone.
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Riven registered Randa’s quiet arrival behind him as he continued to stare at the drow.
He didn’t shift his stance, didn’t glance back. They’d done this before. Together, they were now pressure, quiet and absolute.
The space around the drow suddenly felt narrower, not by any words spoken, but by the simple fact of Randa’s presence. It was no longer him making inquiries, it was the Fellowship’s reach falling across this conversation.
Riven let the silence draw out between them, the faint slap of the waves and distant cheers of festival-goers contrasting with the weight in the air here.
When he spoke again, his voice was even quieter than before.
“I don’t bluff,” he murmurs, gaze steady on the drow’s. “And I don’t walk away from potential threats to my people.”
Intimidation check [Advantage] (Nat 20, 8)=20
[OOC: My plan was to roll using luck as this was going to be a flat roll. If Randa's help action is not valid for advantage I would expend a point.]
DM: Happy to let the Advantage ride.
The delicately beautiful drow is put on his backfoot, shaken by the quiet aggression. Fear flashes across his eyes, before compositing himself. He looks the two of you up and down like one would look at a pile of pungent, spilled garbage on the street. “You know, you should really work your way up to threats. This kind of leaves you nowhere to go.” He snaps his fingers and in a blink of an eye, ethereal armor like that of a plated knight sparkles across his body. It fades in and out from view depending on how the light hits it and is mostly invisible, save for a light sparkling shimmer that seems to cover everything in a vague bubble around him.
The crowd recoils from the burst of protective magic, as most people here seem to not be magic users and, generally speaking, that is the difference between life and death in a fight. “People who issue threats unprovoked are usually compensating for deep-rooted insecurities. You don’t bluff, but perhaps you would like to update your prior assumptions? A beautiful flower can still have thorns.”
The genasi looks up from her position on the docks, but she doesn’t leave her spot. She simply observes the exchange, though her wiry, orc hair begins to stand erect around her neck, flaring her pixie cut. Her strong hands ball into tight, hammer-like fists.
“If there is any danger in those waters, you seem to know more about it than I do, but you thugs seem to have gotten turned around. The water is that way.” He tilts his head toward the water.
The sounds of the waters wash noisily against the docks and aside from the occasional gull cawing, no one makes a sound for a moment. Though he has erected a magical defense, he makes no visible effort to deceive. His eyes read true in what he says. He is also clearly afraid of what potential actions that the two very physical people in front of him may take in response to his seemingly unruly mouth, but he is more angry about perceived disrespect for being so fragile looking that he doesn’t bother to muzzle himself.
He stands firm, looking straight into the eyes of Randa and Riven. His emotions are a storm of fear for being harmed and volcanic rage at being bullied. His breathing is rapid and shallow, nostrils flaring like the beating wings of a bird. His eyes unblinking, twisted in anger, and welling with tears.
Omo appears to have tried to summon the courage to jump between you, but after a quiet squeak escapes his mouth, he reconsiders it after looking at the semi-invisible armor. No need to get vaporized on account of a stranger, after all.
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