"Oh good, a cleric," Tyst says. "Welcome to the asylum. I'm Tyst, don't mind the soot, it's illusory...mostly...a byproduct of hanging out near the Fey. Let me introduce you to Zarvox. Zarvox is a secretary for the Abyss - likes to write and talk in riddles. You two will get a long great!"He chuckles as he leads Thrain towards Zarvox.
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"...at worst if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
Zarvox’s ember eyes flicker with theatrical delight as he steps forward, coat flaring like a curtain before a performance. His tail taps once—twice—thrice, in rhythm with the riddle he begins to weave: "A thief steals time, a dwarf wields faith, A soot-born jester dances near wraith. But tell me, newcomer, if truth you seek—Who writes the riddles that all others speak?”
He tilts his head, smile sharp as a scalpel, and adds with mock reverence: “Welcome, Thrain. You’ve arrived precisely when the plot thickens. I am Zarvox—footnote framer, abyssal archivist, and the reason this tale remembers itself.”
Then, with a wink toward Tyst: “And yes, dear sootling, I do believe we’ll get along famously. Provided he enjoys being confused.”
“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name is Ian. I look forward to working with you. Hopefully we all life long enough to get to know each other better.”
With a slight look of irritation at still being in chains Ian follows Jade into the tent.
Thrain beams at everyone. I as cleric will make sure everyone lives long enough to get to know each other! What are we waiting for! It's time for action
OOC: Sorry for the late posting, the weekend has been busy
"Now the first order of business before we get to the main chunk of this briefing is designating a group leader for your individual dive squads. Your group, while some are familiar I'll re-explain how it works. This person is not in charge of every decision but takes the responsibility for keeping their group members alive and well and being heavier weighted in votes where it would result in a tie so that they have marginally greater influence should your group need to make a decision." She looks at the paperwork on her desk and sighs. "It also makes things easier for me to know who's in charge and who should report to me for things that would require additional planning or preparation. It also makes things easier should someone die in your group," Ian you see fire in Jade's eyes as she glares at you. "Much less for me to worry about." If you could Ian, you feel like it would've been a good idea to run.
"Now for your group, obviously the leader should've been someone with actual experience and skill in what they know, so that left it between Sucé and Ian. But seeing as Sucé had worked, and still does so just barely less, through strength in leading rather than intelligence that left me choosing you Ianfir Sachur." (hopefully you don't mind me giving you a last name, if you don't like it we can retcon this)
”Now,” she gestures towards Arazel’s group. “Despite his seniority, Arazel you are in charge of your group. Arven’s tendency to follow his gut will be wrong one of these days and I know you’ll be much better at making decisions with your brain rather than heart. Also give him this letter. He’s probably already picked a fight with some poor demon that managed to claw its way to the surface. I feel pity for that demon.”
"Does everyone agree with these choices?" (She doesn't look like she cares what you answer and her face is completely neutral in a way that shuts down any attempt at disagreement...which is mostly directed directly at Sol and a little towards Zarvox)
"Oh good, a cleric," Tyst says. "Welcome to the asylum. I'm Tyst, don't mind the soot, it's illusory...mostly...a byproduct of hanging out near the Fey. Let me introduce you to Zarvox. Zarvox is a secretary for the Abyss - likes to write and talk in riddles. You two will get a long great!" He chuckles as he leads Thrain towards Zarvox.
"...at worst if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
Zarvox Narration
Zarvox’s ember eyes flicker with theatrical delight as he steps forward, coat flaring like a curtain before a performance. His tail taps once—twice—thrice, in rhythm with the riddle he begins to weave: "A thief steals time, a dwarf wields faith, A soot-born jester dances near wraith. But tell me, newcomer, if truth you seek—Who writes the riddles that all others speak?”
He tilts his head, smile sharp as a scalpel, and adds with mock reverence: “Welcome, Thrain. You’ve arrived precisely when the plot thickens. I am Zarvox—footnote framer, abyssal archivist, and the reason this tale remembers itself.”
Then, with a wink toward Tyst: “And yes, dear sootling, I do believe we’ll get along famously. Provided he enjoys being confused.”
Ian looks at Thrain.
“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name is Ian. I look forward to working with you. Hopefully we all life long enough to get to know each other better.”
With a slight look of irritation at still being in chains Ian follows Jade into the tent.
Thrain beams at everyone. I as cleric will make sure everyone lives long enough to get to know each other!
What are we waiting for! It's time for action
OOC: Sorry for the late posting, the weekend has been busy
((I'm assuming everyone has followed Jade into the tent at this point, give me a bit this might be a long write.))
"I have advantage on dex saving throws what could go wrong?"
"Now the first order of business before we get to the main chunk of this briefing is designating a group leader for your individual dive squads. Your group, while some are familiar I'll re-explain how it works. This person is not in charge of every decision but takes the responsibility for keeping their group members alive and well and being heavier weighted in votes where it would result in a tie so that they have marginally greater influence should your group need to make a decision." She looks at the paperwork on her desk and sighs. "It also makes things easier for me to know who's in charge and who should report to me for things that would require additional planning or preparation. It also makes things easier should someone die in your group," Ian you see fire in Jade's eyes as she glares at you. "Much less for me to worry about." If you could Ian, you feel like it would've been a good idea to run.
"Now for your group, obviously the leader should've been someone with actual experience and skill in what they know, so that left it between Sucé and Ian. But seeing as Sucé had worked, and still does so just barely less, through strength in leading rather than intelligence that left me choosing you Ianfir Sachur." (hopefully you don't mind me giving you a last name, if you don't like it we can retcon this)
”Now,” she gestures towards Arazel’s group. “Despite his seniority, Arazel you are in charge of your group. Arven’s tendency to follow his gut will be wrong one of these days and I know you’ll be much better at making decisions with your brain rather than heart. Also give him this letter. He’s probably already picked a fight with some poor demon that managed to claw its way to the surface. I feel pity for that demon.”
"Does everyone agree with these choices?" (She doesn't look like she cares what you answer and her face is completely neutral in a way that shuts down any attempt at disagreement...which is mostly directed directly at Sol and a little towards Zarvox)
"I have advantage on dex saving throws what could go wrong?"