Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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"As you will, and may Sindla smile on you." replies Enwynn courteously while Corwyn sits on her shoulder, silent in his vigilance.
"Well I will be giving ye the blessing of luck then." Dain says with a nod. He then lays a hand on Zeltheris's shoulder, casting [Tooltip Not Found] on him.
"That's nice of you Dain, I'm excited to see Zeltheris' performance."
Banzo touches his shell where the scrapings were taken from to see how smooth or rough it feels. Then says absently aloud, almost to himself;
"I might have to do something about that."
"Banzo, forgive my ignorance in asking, but are you injured in some way?" Enwynn asks quietly, concern evident in her tone as her eyes follow his hand.
"Girior wanted some scrapings from my shell, a magical experiment of sorts. So it's not exactly an injury. How noticeable is it? Does it add character or make me look disheveled?"
Banzo twists his neck a little trying to get a better look at the area on his shell.
Enwynn looks carefully at the spot on Banzo's shell as she truthfully admits "I did not notice it until you did just now. Never tried to mend a shell as large as yours with Erillia's grace before, only a small tortoise's..." then adds in reassurance "But the small one survived and still lives last I saw of them."
OOC: What does Enwynn see?
"Perhaps Girior is investigating some form of protective magic?" the elf offers, having recognized the name of the lady mage from Garet's mention earlier of her changing his sword's blade from dark thoughts to sunlight.
There is a small, very shallow abraded section that is lightening at the edges already, it will soon be very hard to notice even if looking closely...
With Broccs enchantment in place Zeltheris readied himself as the next two acts took to the stage.
Next up were One Forest a group of five elvish lads from Ash Cleeve in the Forest of Night. Their dance moves, exquisite hair and boyishly handsome but non-threatening features had many of the younger folks in the crowd in a state of feverish excitement.
The fourth Act was a Gumar Hunter whose large Crocosaurus mount lumbered up on the stage to accompany him: the Barbarian intrigued the crowd with a rendition of cultural throat singing accompanied by trills and low frequency vibrations from his scaly mount.....it received scattered, polite applause.
And then Zeltheris was waved toward the stage......
Herman is eager to listen his friend play...with a little hope he amongst the ithers will be in the poem as well.
He downs his drink to have bith free hands for a big applause
Enwynn reassures Banzo "No cracks or chips. A shallow scrape, pale at the edges, hardly noticeable at all to the eye..." then shrugs as she adds "An odd request for her to make, but as far as I can tell she meant you no harm by it. I will check it again later for you though if that will put your mind at ease on the matter."
She glances at Garet pensively for a moment after she says this.
When her attention is drawn back to the stage, she is silent throughout One Forest's performance, but she evidently appreciates the elven melody's charms by the wistful expression on her face. Corwyn remains watchful, unruffled despite the crowd's enthusiastic response.
The elf sits up and watches the hunter and crocosaurus intently, astounded by the hamony of man and mount. She is one of the applauders, if a little stunned in astonishment at first. Even the crow seems impressed.
"You've got some interesting competion there, Zeltheris, but I believe you're equal to the challange." she says with a cheerful smile.
Brocc turns to Banzo. "I can try to mend it if you wish." He offers. "I have a spell that heals non-living items, but I am not sure if your shell would be considered non-living..." He looks thoughtful. "maybe a simple healing spell? I have one of those I can try as well if you wish."
"I guess it couldn't hurt to try mending or something, Enwynn said it's barely noticeable so don't worry if it doesn't work."
Banzo again glances at the area on his shell before turning his attention to the stage as Zeltheris is announced.
"Good Luck Zeltheris! You got this!"
"Just let Zeltheris start his performance, and then I can help you with that shell issue." Brocc says,, still concentrating on the guideance he gave Zeltheris. Once he feels that magic used, then he would start to cast mending on the shell. If that does not work, then he would try to cast Cure Wounds on the shell.
Garet still a little away from the group notices Enwynn look over at him and is intrigued by the pensive nature of the stare, and the fact that everyone seems obsessed with Banzos shell. He would have to see how he could help later.
Garet's thoughts are taken away by the One Forest performance the best so far but the stage performance far outweighed the vocal ability,oh how Garet wanted a band like the Perambulating Pebbles or The Insects.
Again Garet's thoughts returned to the competition as the barbarian and his reptilian mount took the stage, he glanced across to Herman and remembered his victory dances which showed various parts of his anatomy, sights that Garet wished he could unsee.
As the performance ended he was relieved that all it involved was some dubious glottal noises. Garet settled in and waited for Zeltheris' balad rather vainly hoping he might feature somewhere in it.
Zeltheris moves to the center of the stage and begins his performance, a tale told in rhyme and rhythm, but not sung, soft music accompanying it serving to highlight the emotional impact without distracting from the tale. He starts off describing an ancient and powerful dwarven kingdom, and as he does, he begins creating minor illusions, single images at a time, portraying a wise king on a throne, a smith creating a delicate tiara, a powerful warrior swinging a massive warhammer at an unknown opponent. He then moves the tale to the mines delving deeper and deeper, this image of a miner cracking open a wall of stone to reveal a dark red light, he tells of the dwarves' response, not of panic, but of determination, strength and faith as their warriors face this new threat, another image of hundreds of warriors led by their king bathed in the red glow of an unseen foe. He raises his voice to describe the many feats of the dwarves as they fell the lesser foes, still unnamed and undescribed, and creates the sound of an unearthly howl and lowers his voice to tell of their defeat, an image of the slain king lying on the blood-soaked floor. He tells of the years that pass, quick flashing images of seasons turning and stone collapsing. Then he names his companions, idealized images of each of them appearing, even the ones who weren't actually there, and tells of their journey into the tunnels. Another image of the group bathed in the same red light, determination on their faces as they battle this demon. He describes a demon of rock and flesh, he shows images of its claws and fangs as he describes them, never showing the whole creature, and its face only bathed in shadow with that red light glowing from its eyes. He tells of the heroes' brave battle as they struck down dozens of lesser fiends with a single blow to reach their opponent. The final battle itself is much embellished and leaves himself out entirely. He finally tells of their victory and leaving the kingdom and its treasures untouched, for they fight not for wealth or fame, but only to protect the people of this land.
Performance with guidance: 21+2
Enwynn sits in rapt silence, eyes wide in amazement until Zeltheris finishes his performance. Only when the last images fade and the wonder of his bardic artistry ends does she murmur "Livurien's gift..." in stunned admiration. Her appreciation for a tale told so beautifully utterly overcomes her anxiety at being counted among the Heroes of Chalice on little merit in strict truth, merely lending a helping hand on the road. She leaps to her feet, applauding enthusiastically.
Corwyn rises up, dislodged from his perch by the elf's sudden motion from her seat, then circles back to her shoulder. The crow does not seem to be otherwise disturbed by this expression of great joy on Enwynn's part.
Garet was amazed by the performance having not seen magic and song weaved together in that way. He had heard tales of people of a distant land who had the power of wishsong and he imagined that this was like this.
Garet was about to clap but paused for a minute was it wrong to clap himself but then Garet had barely recognised himself, in the tale perhaps if he had laid off the Quillian water and stayed off deck in his pirate days he could look that good.
Garet thought Zeltheris was in for the win and clapped heartily not for himself but for Zeltheris and his amazing performance
Zeltheris performance is greeted with rapturous applause from everyone present, including the other competitors.
The master of ceremonies, a rather elderly wiry man with a shock of white hair spoke out, " Our winner is already a Champion of our City, I thank the other competitors for their valiant efforts."
He held up a delicately carved teak drum, " Zeltheris of Chalice, come forward and accept your prize."
Banzo started cheering for Zeltheris after his performance and now continues to cheer even louder.
"Zeltheris of Chalice! The most famous bard in the land! HUZZAH ZELTHERIS!"
Brocc, who had not paid attention to the performance itself, moves out to clap with the others as he hears the announcement. "Way to go." he calls out.