We open our story on the Quadroads just outside the Slayer's Take. It's a gloomy mid-winter day, snow however has given way to slush. The streets are cold and highly unwelcoming with few people. Those who are out you do see are moving quickly through the bad weather and going about their business. You have all answered the open call to the Take for your first trial. Entering the Take they find Murtain Cyndrial, a scar faced halfling with flame red hair, smirks from a desk in the entry talking to a half-elven woman wearing reds and browns holding a gnarled wooden staff flecked with gemstones.
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Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
A young halfling with brown slightly red hair and neatly trimmed muttonchops enters the Take and directly approaches the entry desk: „Good morning sir, ma‘am, my name is Milo Thornwood from Wildemont and i am here for the entry trial.“
An average looking high elf with thin, dull blonde hair looks around as he walks in, taking note of his surroundings. Making his way to the front desk, he asks "Excuse me, this is the Slayer's take, yes? I'm here for an... entry trial? Oh, pardon me, my name is Wuldric. Sorry for not introducing myself first!"
A dark green half-orc enters with a greataxe on his back and heavy crossbow on his left hip. His splintmail clinking under his dark brown and well worn duster style coat.
Entering the room he immediately sidesteps to the right and gives a nod to the halfling. "Harok Gluth I'm here for the trial."
Harok stands and waits to be addressed or given instructions, smiling slightly.
A red-haired, green-eyed male dwarf enters the room, scanning the area with a thousand yard gaze, taking in every detail while trying to look through or past it all as well. He wears blue garb over an ill-fitted suit of scale mail, a warhammer dangling at this side next to a bag of spell components. Tucked under his arm is a thick spellbook. A dwarf wizard?
He perambulates up the desk and clears his throat. "Good day, sirrah. I have come for your proposed trial. My name is Feldspar Farseer. Please inform the relevant personnel that I have arrived and await instructions."
Entering the Take for the first time Saske takes a deep breath and good look around, noding to everyone who meets his glance. While walking to the halfling and the half-elfen women he removes the scarf from is fasce and looks at all the other persons in the room right now. "Excuse me, i hope i don´t interrupt you in important businesses. My name is Saske Kelgran and i want to take the trial" he says with an flattering voice and a big smile once he reached the halfing. "Can i sign up here, or can you tell me where to go?"
"You all look like interesting hopefuls," Murtin says smirking as he looks to the half elven woman who nods at the group just as a human woman comes from a entrance across the room from a hallway that leads deeper into the Take.
This woman says nothing only nods at the other two before she looks over the party. She's wearing worn scale mail, a dark green cloak, and has a fine looking long bow on her back.
"These two will be your options for quarry master," Murtin begins again. "Fire Ashari Druid Lasire Ar Mire or Fey Ranger Medb Ó Cleirigh," he adds gesturing between the half-elf and the human. "Your contract is being chosen by my lovely wife as we speak...please get to know one another might be you met the person who saves your life out there today," he adds winking before disappearing down the hallway the human ranger emerged from.
Wuldric approaches Medb with a half-hearted wave, more interested in conversing with her. He asks "Given the nature of the Take, I'm assuming this 'trial' is just an assisted hunt, yeah? What was your trial like, if you too have been through this?"
Harok looks for a place to sit while waiting. "Yes good sir. I'm excited to begin with the Take, been a dream for years but I would like to know what is coming. "
"Me?" ask Feldspar. "Well, I'm fairly sure I've been in for a while. Sorry, I mean, will be in for a while. It's hard for me to keep it straight sometimes." He pauses for a few beats. "Most times. I can't think too hard about it, or my head hurts. Anyway, I think I was... I will...." He clears his throat, takes a deep breath, concentrates on his words.
"I'm just here to find a new place for myself in the world."
"Giants," Medb replies. "A horde of stone giants," she elaborates as Murtin finally returns carrying a scroll of paper.
"So," the red haired halfling begins unrolling the scroll. "Looks like you're headed out of the city," Murtin continues then purses his lips, "Vesper Timberlands...the mountain pass is being harried by chimera. I do not pity your group," he chuckles holding the contract out that then floats in midair as a spectral quill the appears too awaiting the first signature! "Have we made a decision then? Druid or the ranger," he then looks over the group a curiously cocked scarred eyebrow.
Looking at all the big fighters around him Milo raises his voice slightly: „With all the strong fighters assembled here for the trial, i think it may be more useful if our guide got a more spiritual connection. As far as i understand it, this is a trial to judge our skills, wich leads me to assume that our quarry master only jumps in if thinks go bad, in wich case i think that lady Ar Mire will be more capable to rescue our hides.“
He slightly lowers his head towards the ranger : „I mean no disrespect master O Cleirigh.“
"That's true, Milo." Wuldric turns to Murtin, asking, "Are we supposed to treat our guide as a member of the team, or are should we only see them as a last resort?"
Feldsparscratches his beard thoughtfully. "Strange," he murmurs to himself. "I don't remember working with either of them." Then he speaks up. "I vote for the druid."
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We open our story on the Quadroads just outside the Slayer's Take. It's a gloomy mid-winter day, snow however has given way to slush. The streets are cold and highly unwelcoming with few people. Those who are out you do see are moving quickly through the bad weather and going about their business. You have all answered the open call to the Take for your first trial. Entering the Take they find Murtain Cyndrial, a scar faced halfling with flame red hair, smirks from a desk in the entry talking to a half-elven woman wearing reds and browns holding a gnarled wooden staff flecked with gemstones.
*Please keep out of character posts on the thread to a minimum. If out of character posts are necessary please emphasis it with OOC 'out of character' before you post.**
**Roleplaying is highly encouraged**
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
A young halfling with brown slightly red hair and neatly trimmed muttonchops enters the Take and directly approaches the entry desk: „Good morning sir, ma‘am, my name is Milo Thornwood from Wildemont and i am here for the entry trial.“
An average looking high elf with thin, dull blonde hair looks around as he walks in, taking note of his surroundings. Making his way to the front desk, he asks "Excuse me, this is the Slayer's take, yes? I'm here for an... entry trial? Oh, pardon me, my name is Wuldric. Sorry for not introducing myself first!"
A dark green half-orc enters with a greataxe on his back and heavy crossbow on his left hip. His splintmail clinking under his dark brown and well worn duster style coat.
Entering the room he immediately sidesteps to the right and gives a nod to the halfling. "Harok Gluth I'm here for the trial."
Harok stands and waits to be addressed or given instructions, smiling slightly.
A red-haired, green-eyed male dwarf enters the room, scanning the area with a thousand yard gaze, taking in every detail while trying to look through or past it all as well. He wears blue garb over an ill-fitted suit of scale mail, a warhammer dangling at this side next to a bag of spell components. Tucked under his arm is a thick spellbook. A dwarf wizard?
He perambulates up the desk and clears his throat. "Good day, sirrah. I have come for your proposed trial. My name is Feldspar Farseer. Please inform the relevant personnel that I have arrived and await instructions."
Valor
Walking loud, head held high and full of confidence Valor walks straight to the desk. He gives the person behind it a huge smile.
"The name's Valor and I am here to pass your trial." he exclaims.
Saske
Entering the Take for the first time Saske takes a deep breath and good look around, noding to everyone who meets his glance. While walking to the halfling and the half-elfen women he removes the scarf from is fasce and looks at all the other persons in the room right now. "Excuse me, i hope i don´t interrupt you in important businesses. My name is Saske Kelgran and i want to take the trial" he says with an flattering voice and a big smile once he reached the halfing. "Can i sign up here, or can you tell me where to go?"
Harok's smile turns to a slight snarl. "Confidence, arrogance this will be fun."
"You all look like interesting hopefuls," Murtin says smirking as he looks to the half elven woman who nods at the group just as a human woman comes from a entrance across the room from a hallway that leads deeper into the Take.
This woman says nothing only nods at the other two before she looks over the party. She's wearing worn scale mail, a dark green cloak, and has a fine looking long bow on her back.
"These two will be your options for quarry master," Murtin begins again. "Fire Ashari Druid Lasire Ar Mire or Fey Ranger Medb Ó Cleirigh," he adds gesturing between the half-elf and the human. "Your contract is being chosen by my lovely wife as we speak...please get to know one another might be you met the person who saves your life out there today," he adds winking before disappearing down the hallway the human ranger emerged from.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Wuldric approaches Medb with a half-hearted wave, more interested in conversing with her. He asks "Given the nature of the Take, I'm assuming this 'trial' is just an assisted hunt, yeah? What was your trial like, if you too have been through this?"
Harok looks for a place to sit while waiting. "Yes good sir. I'm excited to begin with the Take, been a dream for years but I would like to know what is coming. "
Valor
Valor sits for a few moments, fidgits in his seat constantly then says:
"I am extremely excited over all this." he says as he looks around to the group. "What do you plan to do once you get in?" he asks.
"Kill beasts and protect the weak."
"Me?" ask Feldspar. "Well, I'm fairly sure I've been in for a while. Sorry, I mean, will be in for a while. It's hard for me to keep it straight sometimes." He pauses for a few beats. "Most times. I can't think too hard about it, or my head hurts. Anyway, I think I was... I will...." He clears his throat, takes a deep breath, concentrates on his words.
"I'm just here to find a new place for myself in the world."
Medb looks to Wuldric.
"Giants," Medb replies. "A horde of stone giants," she elaborates as Murtin finally returns carrying a scroll of paper.
"So," the red haired halfling begins unrolling the scroll. "Looks like you're headed out of the city," Murtin continues then purses his lips, "Vesper Timberlands...the mountain pass is being harried by chimera. I do not pity your group," he chuckles holding the contract out that then floats in midair as a spectral quill the appears too awaiting the first signature! "Have we made a decision then? Druid or the ranger," he then looks over the group a curiously cocked scarred eyebrow.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Valor
"OH!" he states. "I forgot all about choosing. I vote Ranger."
"Apologies. I didn't realize we had a choice, but rangers lead the way. "
Looking at all the big fighters around him Milo raises his voice slightly: „With all the strong fighters assembled here for the trial, i think it may be more useful if our guide got a more spiritual connection. As far as i understand it, this is a trial to judge our skills, wich leads me to assume that our quarry master only jumps in if thinks go bad, in wich case i think that lady Ar Mire will be more capable to rescue our hides.“
He slightly lowers his head towards the ranger : „I mean no disrespect master O Cleirigh.“
"That's true, Milo." Wuldric turns to Murtin, asking, "Are we supposed to treat our guide as a member of the team, or are should we only see them as a last resort?"
Feldspar scratches his beard thoughtfully. "Strange," he murmurs to himself. "I don't remember working with either of them." Then he speaks up. "I vote for the druid."