"Wonderful!" The minister exclaims, "Such devotion, you'll be a great addition among us. Now I have a little test for you. Just a bit of an induction for you." She sets a necklace onto the table. It is a rather plain necklace, the cord made of iron and a simple locket. "You see, I need you to deliver this necklace to Mr.Jonas, a scribe down in first precinct. But I don't mean to give it to him, I want you to place it on his desk, without him knowing. I just want to send him a simple reminder and you'll be the courier. Do this and consider the first step to redemption done. Any questions, Mr.Goldblood?"
"You are indeed gracious."Crixim bows a little deeper as a sign of gratitude. "I do have one request,"He hangs on to this last statement, trying to decide if he should keep to himself. "I will need to borrow some leathers a little more suitable for this line of work."He gestures down to his own leathers, pointing out their ratty appearance. "Consider it a debt that will be repaid in double. Other than that, the task will be done."He bows his head once more, awaiting a response, or worse a beating.
“It is a most beautiful sight for sure. That is why I seemed to join the conclave, to protect such beauty. I think it would be even more beautiful to see it from up there looking down”
As Atrexi says this he gives a wry look to his four equestrian legs, and then begins to laugh.
The minister gives a single laugh and just keeps her expression still for a moment before letting her smile falter, "You have the audacity to ask for favors when I am offering you a chance? Take care of what you ask for, Mr.Goldblood, for the interest is not what you assume. It is what I say it is. And I say you do not require more aid from us, for it is time to prove yourself to us. Is that understood, Mr.Goldblood?" She puts her smile back on as she pushes the necklace forward.
"Then move, private! Go to the barracks and ready up, we're moving out in a half an hour to precinct four. Dismissed private!" The sergeant pounds his chestplate as he heads off to the captain's office. You hear a low whistle as you're approached by another person in red and white. Though she strikes less intimidation as she comes near your height and lacks the horns and hooves. "Sorry for the bit of rough introduction, serg is just seeing if you got a backbone. Ah but I'm getting ahead of myself, I'm Corporal Sammi. Serg wants me to show you your bed in the barracks and give you a quick briefing on our run." Corporal Sammi is a human like you, just a bit shorter than you, though she shows no signs of caring about it as she offers a hand to you. Her hair is roughly cut short and raven colored, contrasting a bit from her green eyes.
Thwuut looks around at the masses of spider webs amongst the trees. "Truly it is. The natural wonders of nature never cease to amaze, Throom." She steps forward, looking at the intricate webbing and appreciating the patterns and work that is put into every web.
"Ah, good to have humour, keep onto it, Atrexi. Well, let's not linger on the boundaries, we still have a mission to complete. Now it might be a little dark in there but whatever you do, don't take out a light. And that's what we should look out for, for any lights in the forests. Then that will most likely be the cause of the spider's aggression of late." Throom takes the lead as he ducks under a branch. The bright sun is blocked out by the forest's canopy and darkness starts to creep in. Throom keeps a slow lead, making him easy to follow in the dark.
Corporal Sammi leads you down to the barracks, as she does, she shouts out in the barracks, "Private Churm and Private Kieryl! Front and center!" The barracks are filled with men and women in either uniform or underwear. Some are playing on top of beds or reading in them. Two people rush forwards towards you, halting as they stand at attention. "Ma'am!" The two before you is another human, your height, dark skinned, and fully bald. The other besides him is a bit odd, his skin seems rather rough and orange and there's no hair upon him. Sammi points to human, "This is Kieryl, he's our squad medic and just a rank below me." She then points to the odd one, "This is Churm, our sort of scout and archer in the squad. Don't mind the skin, he's just a simic hybrid."
'Apologies, sir.' Gallias replied as he tried to relax his posture. 'But I am not yet experienced enough to divine future events. The only advice I can presently give for any upcoming events is if there is precedent for it in history or military tactics.' He shifted his weight from one leg to the other. 'The Minister said that, due to my inexperience, I will mostly be regulated to a support function for the squad.' Gallias grabbed hold of his helmet with his left hand and raised his right one to his head, giving the three before him a salute. 'I am in your care.' He lowered his hand. 'If I may be so bold: who of you three is a lawmage?' He asked the group.
Thwuut, who was just about to cast a Light spell immediately stops. "Of course, Throom. It was wrong of me not to think of the needs of those who live here." She says, attempting to follow Throom in the darkness. Being a Loxodon, she doesn't have darkvision, so works on the traditions of Loxodon and attempts to follow by lightly placing her trunk on the shoulder of Throom as they cautiously enter the darkened areas.
George raises his hand, "That'd be me then. Need something?" Sullivan and Beryl rise from their chairs and start heading out, "We're just gonna go grab our gear for patrol, don't take too long now." Sullivan says.
"Seems like we may be walking in the dark then." Atrexi follows closely behind the two Loxodon. carefully watching his step. Always checking over his shoulders.
Crixim flinches as the minister laughs. He fully expects to be beat, but it never comes. "Pardon me minister, I have overstepped by boundaries. I will take care of the necklace, you have nothing to worry about!" He approaches the minister and grabs the necklace. He quickly turns away, not wanting to look her in the eyes. He head out as quick as his little feet will take him.
"Well boys, don't just stand there. We gotta prep up, we're going down to fourth precinct to reinforce an outpost there. Let's move!" The corporal heads off to a bunk's chest. The two privates gesture to follow them. They show you a fresh bed with an open chest empty. "Here's your bunk, you're right by Kieryl." Kieryl nods as he opens his chest, taking out a chainmail shirt.
"Don't fail, Mr.Goldblood, remember, just put the necklace on his desk. Not dead, not hurt, just reminded. He is a client after all."She says as you quickly leave the room.
Orzhov Syndicate:
"Wonderful!" The minister exclaims, "Such devotion, you'll be a great addition among us. Now I have a little test for you. Just a bit of an induction for you." She sets a necklace onto the table. It is a rather plain necklace, the cord made of iron and a simple locket. "You see, I need you to deliver this necklace to Mr.Jonas, a scribe down in first precinct. But I don't mean to give it to him, I want you to place it on his desk, without him knowing. I just want to send him a simple reminder and you'll be the courier. Do this and consider the first step to redemption done. Any questions, Mr.Goldblood?"
Orzhov Syndicate:
"You are indeed gracious." Crixim bows a little deeper as a sign of gratitude. "I do have one request," He hangs on to this last statement, trying to decide if he should keep to himself. "I will need to borrow some leathers a little more suitable for this line of work." He gestures down to his own leathers, pointing out their ratty appearance. "Consider it a debt that will be repaid in double. Other than that, the task will be done." He bows his head once more, awaiting a response, or worse a beating.
@Crixim
(Make a persuasion check.)
“It is a most beautiful sight for sure. That is why I seemed to join the conclave, to protect such beauty. I think it would be even more beautiful to see it from up there looking down”
As Atrexi says this he gives a wry look to his four equestrian legs, and then begins to laugh.
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Persuasion: 10
(well then...)
Boros Legion
Hormir puts a fist to his chest "Sir yes sir!"
Orzhov Syndicate:
The minister gives a single laugh and just keeps her expression still for a moment before letting her smile falter, "You have the audacity to ask for favors when I am offering you a chance? Take care of what you ask for, Mr.Goldblood, for the interest is not what you assume. It is what I say it is. And I say you do not require more aid from us, for it is time to prove yourself to us. Is that understood, Mr.Goldblood?" She puts her smile back on as she pushes the necklace forward.
Boros Legion:
"Then move, private! Go to the barracks and ready up, we're moving out in a half an hour to precinct four. Dismissed private!" The sergeant pounds his chestplate as he heads off to the captain's office. You hear a low whistle as you're approached by another person in red and white. Though she strikes less intimidation as she comes near your height and lacks the horns and hooves. "Sorry for the bit of rough introduction, serg is just seeing if you got a backbone. Ah but I'm getting ahead of myself, I'm Corporal Sammi. Serg wants me to show you your bed in the barracks and give you a quick briefing on our run." Corporal Sammi is a human like you, just a bit shorter than you, though she shows no signs of caring about it as she offers a hand to you. Her hair is roughly cut short and raven colored, contrasting a bit from her green eyes.
Boros Legion:
"I'm Hormir" as he grabs her hand giving it a handshake. "So is there anyone else in our squad?"
Selesnya Enclave
Thwuut looks around at the masses of spider webs amongst the trees. "Truly it is. The natural wonders of nature never cease to amaze, Throom." She steps forward, looking at the intricate webbing and appreciating the patterns and work that is put into every web.
Selesnya Conclave:
"Ah, good to have humour, keep onto it, Atrexi. Well, let's not linger on the boundaries, we still have a mission to complete. Now it might be a little dark in there but whatever you do, don't take out a light. And that's what we should look out for, for any lights in the forests. Then that will most likely be the cause of the spider's aggression of late." Throom takes the lead as he ducks under a branch. The bright sun is blocked out by the forest's canopy and darkness starts to creep in. Throom keeps a slow lead, making him easy to follow in the dark.
Boros Legion:
Corporal Sammi leads you down to the barracks, as she does, she shouts out in the barracks, "Private Churm and Private Kieryl! Front and center!" The barracks are filled with men and women in either uniform or underwear. Some are playing on top of beds or reading in them. Two people rush forwards towards you, halting as they stand at attention. "Ma'am!" The two before you is another human, your height, dark skinned, and fully bald. The other besides him is a bit odd, his skin seems rather rough and orange and there's no hair upon him. Sammi points to human, "This is Kieryl, he's our squad medic and just a rank below me." She then points to the odd one, "This is Churm, our sort of scout and archer in the squad. Don't mind the skin, he's just a simic hybrid."
Azorius Senate:
'Apologies, sir.' Gallias replied as he tried to relax his posture. 'But I am not yet experienced enough to divine future events. The only advice I can presently give for any upcoming events is if there is precedent for it in history or military tactics.' He shifted his weight from one leg to the other. 'The Minister said that, due to my inexperience, I will mostly be regulated to a support function for the squad.' Gallias grabbed hold of his helmet with his left hand and raised his right one to his head, giving the three before him a salute. 'I am in your care.' He lowered his hand. 'If I may be so bold: who of you three is a lawmage?' He asked the group.
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Selesnya Enclave
Thwuut, who was just about to cast a Light spell immediately stops. "Of course, Throom. It was wrong of me not to think of the needs of those who live here." She says, attempting to follow Throom in the darkness. Being a Loxodon, she doesn't have darkvision, so works on the traditions of Loxodon and attempts to follow by lightly placing her trunk on the shoulder of Throom as they cautiously enter the darkened areas.
Boros Legion:
"Nice to meet you both I'm Hormir" as he extends his hands towards them. "I hope we work well together"
Azorius Senate:
George raises his hand, "That'd be me then. Need something?" Sullivan and Beryl rise from their chairs and start heading out, "We're just gonna go grab our gear for patrol, don't take too long now." Sullivan says.
"Seems like we may be walking in the dark then." Atrexi follows closely behind the two Loxodon. carefully watching his step. Always checking over his shoulders.
Percerption (Disadvantage for dim light): 3
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Drita - Aasimar Hexblade Warlock Lvl 3 Tomb of Annhilation
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Orzhov Syndicate
Crixim flinches as the minister laughs. He fully expects to be beat, but it never comes. "Pardon me minister, I have overstepped by boundaries. I will take care of the necklace, you have nothing to worry about!" He approaches the minister and grabs the necklace. He quickly turns away, not wanting to look her in the eyes. He head out as quick as his little feet will take him.
Boros Legion:
"Well boys, don't just stand there. We gotta prep up, we're going down to fourth precinct to reinforce an outpost there. Let's move!" The corporal heads off to a bunk's chest. The two privates gesture to follow them. They show you a fresh bed with an open chest empty. "Here's your bunk, you're right by Kieryl." Kieryl nods as he opens his chest, taking out a chainmail shirt.
Orzhov Syndicate:
"Don't fail, Mr.Goldblood, remember, just put the necklace on his desk. Not dead, not hurt, just reminded. He is a client after all." She says as you quickly leave the room.