Nat leans against a wall, taking the chance for a moment of rest, as they are apparently among friends, or at least not among outright enemies. He feels tired, confused, and irritated with Gimble, but smiles and keeps it hidden, he hopes.
"We've been sent to get you. Seems another games for new recruits has been cobbled together for this evening. Head back to the docks and grab a seat. Should prove as interesting as this lots trial," the thin woman says grinning at Gimble who looks like he's in no hurry.
"Got some business to wrap up but we'll get there," Gimble replies moving out of the alley towards thw street.
Gimble makes a point not to look back to see if the party is following. His pace is slow, a swagger really, as he heads south east back towards the docks from mid-city. Once out of ear shot he turns to address the party.
"Head back eh," Gimble replies with a soft smile. "I've got to see a man about a horse," he adds winking but lingers for the party to reply.
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"So uhh, should we head to the docks or do you have something else planned for us first.." The kobold would ask looking up to Gimble as he makes his way closer to the group. ow that the potential threat has gone.
"What sort of games are these?" Retiog asks of Gimble. "Anything like our trial as new recruits? Our tribe had contests between our fighters,' he adds looking hopeful. As the man replies the half-orc leans in close, trying to detect if their leader has been drinking.
Don't get poisoned or kidnapped, calls Nat. If Gimble gives him a dirty look, Nat will fire him a mock salute, though more likely Gimble will just ignore him.
He then turns to the thin woman. Another fight to the death, is it? My, you folks need more variety in your entertainment. And are we to be spectators or competitors this time? Since three of us are not full members yet, I mean. Nat will Insight check whatever response he gets: 10
"I believe we are done here for now," Retiog says to his companions. He then looks to the guards. "We are to be the test of your new pups then?" He eyes gleaming and gives a smirk that causes one of his tusks to protrude slightly more than normal. The half-orc appears to be more than ready for some direct confrontation, as all this chit-chatting with the shopkeepers has him out of his element.
"We're testing out the other recruits but hey if you want to throw your hat in the ring and die again be my guest. First resurrection free....second however is gonna cost you," the thin woman says as her companions chuckle. "Stay or go," the thin woman adds with a shrug, "I could careless. Gimble is the judge of your...worth," she adds smirking as she looks over the party. "You'll gain a cloak based on his opinion not mine," she adds walking off.
Nat she's telling the truth and could honestly careless about what you do.
Drake would start making his way towards the docks... Occasionally a curse word could be heard being mumbled under his breath as his makes his way there.
Nat waits until both Gimble and the 'honour guard' have left them alone, and then joins with Drake (and I guess the others?) in walking together to the docks. This is the first time they've really had as a group with Drake and without the ever-present Gimble, so he takes the chance to get some conversation going, even though he's not really in the mood.
So, that was our first day of, I guess 'regular' work? What do you think? Is this what you guys signed on for?
Drake would look up, a small smile spreading across his face as realizes he isn't walking alone. "Well... to be honest... I was thinking it was more of a... "Get the money any way you can" Situation... more so than finesse and subtlety.. " The kobold would say looking to the ground.. "But I am very well suited for stealth.. and I guess I can work on my... finesse..." He would say looking up to Nat.
Finesse and subtlety,muses Nat. For an organisation that recruits through bloody death matches? Have we seen our new brethren demonstrate anything that could be called 'finesse'? He shakes his head in a rather theatrical display of disapproval, and grins. So, where do we think Gimble has really wandered off to? Me, I reckon with all that smirking, he probably needs regular face massages.
As the party returns to the docks and the tarven with the hidden door they find ut buzzing with patrons. Duc however is the only one among the party who receives a knowing nod and passes through the hidden door after the party gets a pass from the large muscled full orc and hobgoblin bouncers working nearby.
"They've started. Better hurry if you want to watch the reaping," the Orc says through thick tusks and chuckles.
Moving down the damp stone spiral steps you find yourselves in the hidden arena but up in the stands where a thousand odd folks fill the space meant for tens of thousands. Now with a vantage above you feel the intensity of the crowd. It was not long ago you were in the fight to the death. Entering the orator has all ready begun....the crowd already tense and silent.
"Some would call it a blood bath..." laughter trickles through the hundreds of people in the arena, "while some would say it's merely a true exercise of talents to see what kind of person you are when the odds are good or bad. Most hope for the former but I predict the ladder," the genderless voice from before says a smirk to their tone again even if you can't quite find the origin of the voice as laughter once again rattles throughout the arena. "If victorious today you will move into the guild. You will receive a boon from us and will be counted among our illustrious number. Meeting your fellows in the field today might be the last thing you ever do but it could also be the beginning of a life long alligence to the true rulers of Talamh," they shout louder than before as a great illusion of Medusa's head writhing with snakes illuminates the arena above you to a deafening applause from the crowd as other illusions and spell effects crackle, streak, and boom around the arena!
Your party is ushered to higher seats with only Duc shown to the lower half of the arena. The unclaimed party members without cloaks can see roughly twenty others in this area without cloaks.
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(Wow! I was confused there. I thought the guard was telling Gimble that a trial for the honor guard recruits was going down. LOL.)
"Try not to fly away again if it gets too much for you down there!" Retiog chides the air genasi as she takes her seat below.
"Much," the half-orc agrees as he takes his seat. "It appears we are not the only ones still trying to earn our cloaks," he comments as he notices the others of similar status. "Not sure what good it would do us anyways. Something like that would put a target on us."
As Drake and Retiog sit down a grizzly looking elf and a pristine almost noble looking dwarf nod at them. The dwarf then speaks.
"Still waiting on cloaks too I see," the dwarf says with a laugh and smile. "Us too," he adds nudging the elf who doesn't speak only sneers at you two.
The crowd then begins to cheer as the arena's spectacle begins! Doors open and some twenty combatants dash about the arena. Some hide while others begin their mele or ranged attacks. The crowd is a wave of cheers and gasps as well as boos! Then like clock work the twenty become seventeen as a combatant hurls a fire ball incinerating three goblin contenders!
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Nat scowls at the laughter that greets the words 'blood bath'. Gods, get some new material,he mutters under his breath. Hit sits and looks at Retiog briefly, before turning his eyes back on the arena. You don't want the cloak? What's the alternative?
"I will get a cloak some day... With that cloak comes respect" The small kobold would say staring towards the arena... "Respect is awfully hard to come by for a kobold.." He would mumble glancing to the ground.
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Nat leans against a wall, taking the chance for a moment of rest, as they are apparently among friends, or at least not among outright enemies. He feels tired, confused, and irritated with Gimble, but smiles and keeps it hidden, he hopes.
"We've been sent to get you. Seems another games for new recruits has been cobbled together for this evening. Head back to the docks and grab a seat. Should prove as interesting as this lots trial," the thin woman says grinning at Gimble who looks like he's in no hurry.
"Got some business to wrap up but we'll get there," Gimble replies moving out of the alley towards thw street.
Gimble makes a point not to look back to see if the party is following. His pace is slow, a swagger really, as he heads south east back towards the docks from mid-city. Once out of ear shot he turns to address the party.
"Head back eh," Gimble replies with a soft smile. "I've got to see a man about a horse," he adds winking but lingers for the party to reply.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"So uhh, should we head to the docks or do you have something else planned for us first.." The kobold would ask looking up to Gimble as he makes his way closer to the group. ow that the potential threat has gone.
"What sort of games are these?" Retiog asks of Gimble. "Anything like our trial as new recruits? Our tribe had contests between our fighters,' he adds looking hopeful. As the man replies the half-orc leans in close, trying to detect if their leader has been drinking.
"Didn't take you for a rider. I guess we will see you later on then Gimble." Duc says after Gimble answers Retiog's question.
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"The same type of trial where you joined," Gimble replies with a nod. "I'll meet you there," he adds looking to Duc with a smirk.
Gimble walks off leaving the party to follow the honor guard not far from the party and heading back to the docks.
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Don't get poisoned or kidnapped, calls Nat. If Gimble gives him a dirty look, Nat will fire him a mock salute, though more likely Gimble will just ignore him.
He then turns to the thin woman. Another fight to the death, is it? My, you folks need more variety in your entertainment. And are we to be spectators or competitors this time? Since three of us are not full members yet, I mean. Nat will Insight check whatever response he gets: 10
"Welp, I guess I am off to the docks then? Anyone coming with me or we just all want to meet up there?" The kobold would ask looking up to the others.
"I believe we are done here for now," Retiog says to his companions. He then looks to the guards. "We are to be the test of your new pups then?" He eyes gleaming and gives a smirk that causes one of his tusks to protrude slightly more than normal. The half-orc appears to be more than ready for some direct confrontation, as all this chit-chatting with the shopkeepers has him out of his element.
"We're testing out the other recruits but hey if you want to throw your hat in the ring and die again be my guest. First resurrection free....second however is gonna cost you," the thin woman says as her companions chuckle. "Stay or go," the thin woman adds with a shrug, "I could careless. Gimble is the judge of your...worth," she adds smirking as she looks over the party. "You'll gain a cloak based on his opinion not mine," she adds walking off.
Nat she's telling the truth and could honestly careless about what you do.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Drake would start making his way towards the docks... Occasionally a curse word could be heard being mumbled under his breath as his makes his way there.
Nat waits until both Gimble and the 'honour guard' have left them alone, and then joins with Drake (and I guess the others?) in walking together to the docks. This is the first time they've really had as a group with Drake and without the ever-present Gimble, so he takes the chance to get some conversation going, even though he's not really in the mood.
So, that was our first day of, I guess 'regular' work? What do you think? Is this what you guys signed on for?
Drake would look up, a small smile spreading across his face as realizes he isn't walking alone. "Well... to be honest... I was thinking it was more of a... "Get the money any way you can" Situation... more so than finesse and subtlety.. " The kobold would say looking to the ground.. "But I am very well suited for stealth.. and I guess I can work on my... finesse..." He would say looking up to Nat.
Finesse and subtlety, muses Nat. For an organisation that recruits through bloody death matches? Have we seen our new brethren demonstrate anything that could be called 'finesse'? He shakes his head in a rather theatrical display of disapproval, and grins. So, where do we think Gimble has really wandered off to? Me, I reckon with all that smirking, he probably needs regular face massages.
As the party returns to the docks and the tarven with the hidden door they find ut buzzing with patrons. Duc however is the only one among the party who receives a knowing nod and passes through the hidden door after the party gets a pass from the large muscled full orc and hobgoblin bouncers working nearby.
"They've started. Better hurry if you want to watch the reaping," the Orc says through thick tusks and chuckles.
Moving down the damp stone spiral steps you find yourselves in the hidden arena but up in the stands where a thousand odd folks fill the space meant for tens of thousands. Now with a vantage above you feel the intensity of the crowd. It was not long ago you were in the fight to the death. Entering the orator has all ready begun....the crowd already tense and silent.
"Some would call it a blood bath..." laughter trickles through the hundreds of people in the arena, "while some would say it's merely a true exercise of talents to see what kind of person you are when the odds are good or bad. Most hope for the former but I predict the ladder," the genderless voice from before says a smirk to their tone again even if you can't quite find the origin of the voice as laughter once again rattles throughout the arena. "If victorious today you will move into the guild. You will receive a boon from us and will be counted among our illustrious number. Meeting your fellows in the field today might be the last thing you ever do but it could also be the beginning of a life long alligence to the true rulers of Talamh," they shout louder than before as a great illusion of Medusa's head writhing with snakes illuminates the arena above you to a deafening applause from the crowd as other illusions and spell effects crackle, streak, and boom around the arena!
Your party is ushered to higher seats with only Duc shown to the lower half of the arena. The unclaimed party members without cloaks can see roughly twenty others in this area without cloaks.
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"Well this is nice for a change" Drake would say with a smile. "Much nicer on this side.." He would continue as he looked to the others.
(Wow! I was confused there. I thought the guard was telling Gimble that a trial for the honor guard recruits was going down. LOL.)
"Try not to fly away again if it gets too much for you down there!" Retiog chides the air genasi as she takes her seat below.
"Much," the half-orc agrees as he takes his seat. "It appears we are not the only ones still trying to earn our cloaks," he comments as he notices the others of similar status. "Not sure what good it would do us anyways. Something like that would put a target on us."
As Drake and Retiog sit down a grizzly looking elf and a pristine almost noble looking dwarf nod at them. The dwarf then speaks.
"Still waiting on cloaks too I see," the dwarf says with a laugh and smile. "Us too," he adds nudging the elf who doesn't speak only sneers at you two.
The crowd then begins to cheer as the arena's spectacle begins! Doors open and some twenty combatants dash about the arena. Some hide while others begin their mele or ranged attacks. The crowd is a wave of cheers and gasps as well as boos! Then like clock work the twenty become seventeen as a combatant hurls a fire ball incinerating three goblin contenders!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Nat scowls at the laughter that greets the words 'blood bath'. Gods, get some new material, he mutters under his breath. Hit sits and looks at Retiog briefly, before turning his eyes back on the arena. You don't want the cloak? What's the alternative?
"I will get a cloak some day... With that cloak comes respect" The small kobold would say staring towards the arena... "Respect is awfully hard to come by for a kobold.." He would mumble glancing to the ground.