As the party prepares the hour passes and a royal page appears.
"We are gathering for the first event. All you whom plan to enter the event please follow me," the human boy says. "Your highness they royal box is ready for you and your guests," he nods.
He's dressed in a tunic of royal colors, crimson and gold.
"We will follow," Juno replies looking to the party.
"Who's an archer among you," Esrah asks smiling.
OOC: All archers will go to the tournament grounds while those who aren't participating will sit in the arena stands with Onyx amongst the other house royalty.
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“But no living man am I! You look upon a woman...You stand between me and my lord and kin. Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King
Varen emerges from the private area, fully dressed in her armor and traveler's clothes, hair in a tight braid down her back. She has adjusted her cloak, so the Firstforge emblem embossed on her armor is visible, the rest of the long dark cloth draped across her shoulders and neck.
She has grabbed a longbow, a quiver, and some arrows from the Firstforge supplies.
She gives a wink to Elavor and Ran. "May the best shot win!"
Ran takes a deep breath and heads out with the others. It’s been awhile, and he may be a little rusty, but he’s sure the marksmanship he relied on more than once as a scout is still there.
“Good luck to you both. I suspect we will need it.”
Ronegan moves close to Ran, Elavor, and Varen. "Ahem. I may be able to slightly...influence events based off some visions I've had this morning while I meditated. As long as I can see you or any of your competitors I should be able to help or hinder as I see fit."
Ronegan shifts slightly. "It is not precisely a spell, so I do not think it can be detected -- and I'm not even sure you will need it. Please let me know now if you do not want my assistance. I normally do not condone such chicanery, but..." He looks at each of the three of his companions in turn. "Our best bet to serve King Onyx is to give him as much influence as possible at court, so, if you do not speak now I will do my damnedest to serve my King. Especially since I am less than useless in most of these events."
Ran looks down at Ronegan and listens to what he is offering, then he slowly shakes his head.
"I appreciate the offer, Ronegan," Ran begins. "But I'm reluctant to have anything magical cast on me if I don't need it. It might be cowardly to say this, but what if it isn't just healing spells that lead to the wasting sickness? I'll have to trust to just my own abilities today."
The party moves out to the tournament grounds and part just before the royal boxes. Each house is represented wearing thier finest clothing and adornments. The high king's throne is empty but the six boxes around it are filled nearly to their max save the Firstforge box. Queen Citrine is clearly visible with her own twin brother, Petal and Ronegan recognize, as well as well as his wife and teenage children twin girls. All look splendidly dressed while Queen Citrine wears all gray mourning clothes. Opal is noticeably absent!
"Be...careful and good luck," Onyx says solemnly with a curt nod at Varen, Elavor, and Ran.
The young king then walks into the stands towards his box, nearly at the back, while Juno and Esrah follow behind him along with Petal and Ronegan not far behind.
At the lists for archery Varen, Ran, and Elavor find three different types of targets. Each are set at different distances and will take varying skill to hit. A collection of twenty-one archers, including them, are assembled their from all seven houses. Each house is represented by wearing emblems or colors of their house. All races are represented within the houses and there is still a distinct tension between the houses.
Ran can see the human man in Turco colors standing with a vaguely familiar half-elven woman and a very familiar female gnome. They all eye your party as you three move closer but none of the groups save those within their respective house is talking to one another. The inquest it seems only sowed more doubt amongst the houses!
"Listen up," a cleric in the Lightbringer vestments calls out. It's a stout female human with elaborately braided hair, an elvish style, holding a clearly Celaeno now begins. "There are three targets set at a varying distance: 40ft, 80ft, and a 120ft. Each of you will have two chances to hit each target but only one of your hit goes towards the cumulative score for your team. The highest cumulative team score wins the event. Questions," she asks looking over the group.
OOC: So, each target as a varying DC to hit from 16, 18, 22. Any "shot" below is a miss any shot above us a 'hit' plus 1 point. Ex: it's the DC 16 target you shoot a 16 that gives you 1 point for hitting and an additional 1/2 point for each point over. Fair? Questions? Please PM if it's a question only post meant for me!
Group order initiative order (just straight 20 rolls)
“But no living man am I! You look upon a woman...You stand between me and my lord and kin. Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King
“But no living man am I! You look upon a woman...You stand between me and my lord and kin. Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King
Ronegan will sit in the royal box, near the Queen's twin brother and his daughters. As the archery event goes on, he will note any archers that seem especially (or magically gifted) proficient and after awhile, getting bored of watching this athletic contest, he will then start scanning the crowd and the other royal boxes, to see if he can see any familiar faces -- either particularly important royal or political figures, people he personally knows, or on the off-hand chance there is one of the Umbrasyl Arcana people he ran into during all that unpleasantness with Elavor.
Ran watches the contestants from the other houses take their first shots at the 40' target. There are a number of obviously skilled archers in the mix. Varen, Elavor and he were going to have to be at their best to hope to top this group.
Arrow 1: 23
Arrow 2: 5
One Superiority Die added to Arrow 1 - 2 makes Arrow 1 a total of 25
Ronegan doesn't notice anyone out of place really even in his passive perception. The crowd is tense but whether or not it's from the contest or wild rumours he isn't sure. A light breeze filtering through the stands wafts a familiar scent of his sister's cooking which draws his attention away from everything and everyone as his stomach growls for the familiar and exquisite foods from his childhood home. It's coming from a human girl dressed in an oversized version of halfling traditional clothing holding a tray offering up pastries, hand pies, and other baked goods from Lucinda's kitchen!
“But no living man am I! You look upon a woman...You stand between me and my lord and kin. Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King
Petal bows to the queen mother and the rest of the family before setting her sights on the arenas crowd. “Eyes and ears....’ She mutters to herself, hoping the land will give her some guidance.
She scans the crowd for suspicious activity, keeping a particular eye out for the man she saw spying on them earlier. 17 Plus guidance 1
Elavor steps up, sighting the 40' target up, and hoping his aim is more aligned than when he was being ambushed. Trying to push the thoughts of that away, he takes a deep breath, checks his stance and lets his arrows fly...
Ronegan tries to focus on the competition, ready to aid Ellie or Varen at any sign from either. However, whenever he really seems to focus, the smell of Lucinda's fried dough pastries reaches his nose and his stomach lurches, reminding Ronegan he hasn't eaten since breakfast. Looking to the others in the royal box, he shrugs slightly. The King knew him enough by now to know that the halfling would be useless to everyone unless he had a full belly.
Standing up and stretching, Ronegan will jam his hands into the pockets of his robe and wander into the stands, meandering, but very clearly making his way to the human woman.
"By the Lightbringer, my good woman I haven't smelt such deliciousness for nearly a decade." He gets as close as possible to the pastries and inhales deeply. "Unless I am VERY mistaken, that doughy delight is a creation of Lucinda Gallowglass, am I correct? Is she here? At the tournament?"
Ronegan's stomach growls and he licks his lips in anticipation. If this was indeed Lucinda's cooking, then he would be in for quite the treat. Looking up at the royal booth he mentally calculates how much he could purchase without making it seem like he was purchasing food for anyone else in the box seats.
OOC: Petal please choose deception or sleight of hand with disadvantage being in a crowded area casting to cover up the verbal and somatic elements of your guidance spell.
Ronegan distracted by good food moves towards the girl with the tray.
"It is indeed my good sir. These treats as well as many on offer today are from the royal kitchens themselves where my mistress Gallowglass has been preparing all manner of things for the tournament as well as the feasts set for each evening of the events," she nods. "Take you pick sir their all free," she adds as a man with a keg of ale comes up to the base of the stands as well as another man with caskets of wine.
"Enjoy the day my friends," Jubel arrives not long after but in courtly robes not armor and without visible weapons.
The grand cleric causes a bit of a stir nearing the throne but then does not sit upon it but in the lesser chair at the right of it as another man in Lightbringer vestments follows soon after sitting to the left of the throne.
On the field below....
Celaeno acquires 7 points for set 1
Marshfield acquire 10 1/2 points but break a bow with their last archer
Dhkar manage the only bullseye in the round and acquire 11 1/2 points
Turco miss most targets gaining jeers and laughter from the crowd while only gaining 2 points
Vahar acquire 8 1/2 points
Pedryas 12 1/2 points
Firstforge acquire 10 1/2 points with Ran breaking his bow on his second attempt causing 1 point of damage to his hand as the string snaps lashing his hand! Varen misses both her shots.
House Pedryas leads set 1 with 12 1/2 points!
OOC: Before begining set 2 DC 18 I need Petal's roll for casting in a crowded stand at disadvantage.
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“But no living man am I! You look upon a woman...You stand between me and my lord and kin. Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King
Petals mutters her prayer as she glides her hands over her body in the ancient movements that give the earths guidance to her people. Noticing she may be being a bit obvious she feigns petting the fur on her armour. “Ooh, the competition is so tense!”
On the grounds archery the opponents get a chance to mingle as they set up the targets for the second distance.
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“But no living man am I! You look upon a woman...You stand between me and my lord and kin. Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King
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Varen looks visibly disappointed with her shots. She will look over to the Caelano and Dhkar delegations - are any of the archers the same group she encountered outside the docks?
She will also scan the crowd for Ramsey, curious if the hunter is watching his old House's performance.
"Free?" Ronegan's eyes practically well up as he grabs a meat pie and as many pastries as he is able to carry without stuffing his pockets. "Please give my compliments to your mistress. If the food is half as good as she used to prepare it back when we were nippers, then these people are in for a treat." He bows to the human woman deeply as his belly allows. "I am Master Ronegan Gallowglass. Your mistress is my sister. Pray tell, will she be present for the feast this evening? She and I have much to catch up on." Ronegan smiled at the thought of seeing Lucinda again. The two of them weren't the closest siblings, but his older sister always made sure he had enough to eat while his nose was buried in some musty elven tome.
Seeing the tournament about to resume, Ronegan beams at the woman, grabs one last piece of sugary fried dough from the cart and will bound back up to the box, licking the sugar off his fingers, hoping to be there in time in case Varen or Elavor need him.
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As the party prepares the hour passes and a royal page appears.
"We are gathering for the first event. All you whom plan to enter the event please follow me," the human boy says. "Your highness they royal box is ready for you and your guests," he nods.
He's dressed in a tunic of royal colors, crimson and gold.
"We will follow," Juno replies looking to the party.
"Who's an archer among you," Esrah asks smiling.
OOC: All archers will go to the tournament grounds while those who aren't participating will sit in the arena stands with Onyx amongst the other house royalty.
“But no living man am I! You look upon a woman...You stand between me and my lord and kin. Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King
Varen emerges from the private area, fully dressed in her armor and traveler's clothes, hair in a tight braid down her back. She has adjusted her cloak, so the Firstforge emblem embossed on her armor is visible, the rest of the long dark cloth draped across her shoulders and neck.
She has grabbed a longbow, a quiver, and some arrows from the Firstforge supplies.
She gives a wink to Elavor and Ran. "May the best shot win!"
Aldrik Reinholdt in Dragon Heist
Daventry in The Candlekeep Mysteries, and her bag
"Yup, that'd be me... and uh... who else signed up for this? " Elavor says as he stands, stretching his arms and neck...
Ran takes a deep breath and heads out with the others. It’s been awhile, and he may be a little rusty, but he’s sure the marksmanship he relied on more than once as a scout is still there.
“Good luck to you both. I suspect we will need it.”
Ronegan moves close to Ran, Elavor, and Varen. "Ahem. I may be able to slightly...influence events based off some visions I've had this morning while I meditated. As long as I can see you or any of your competitors I should be able to help or hinder as I see fit."
Ronegan shifts slightly. "It is not precisely a spell, so I do not think it can be detected -- and I'm not even sure you will need it. Please let me know now if you do not want my assistance. I normally do not condone such chicanery, but..." He looks at each of the three of his companions in turn. "Our best bet to serve King Onyx is to give him as much influence as possible at court, so, if you do not speak now I will do my damnedest to serve my King. Especially since I am less than useless in most of these events."
Ran looks down at Ronegan and listens to what he is offering, then he slowly shakes his head.
"I appreciate the offer, Ronegan," Ran begins. "But I'm reluctant to have anything magical cast on me if I don't need it. It might be cowardly to say this, but what if it isn't just healing spells that lead to the wasting sickness? I'll have to trust to just my own abilities today."
The party moves out to the tournament grounds and part just before the royal boxes. Each house is represented wearing thier finest clothing and adornments. The high king's throne is empty but the six boxes around it are filled nearly to their max save the Firstforge box. Queen Citrine is clearly visible with her own twin brother, Petal and Ronegan recognize, as well as well as his wife and teenage children twin girls. All look splendidly dressed while Queen Citrine wears all gray mourning clothes. Opal is noticeably absent!
"Be...careful and good luck," Onyx says solemnly with a curt nod at Varen, Elavor, and Ran.
The young king then walks into the stands towards his box, nearly at the back, while Juno and Esrah follow behind him along with Petal and Ronegan not far behind.
At the lists for archery Varen, Ran, and Elavor find three different types of targets. Each are set at different distances and will take varying skill to hit. A collection of twenty-one archers, including them, are assembled their from all seven houses. Each house is represented by wearing emblems or colors of their house. All races are represented within the houses and there is still a distinct tension between the houses.
Ran can see the human man in Turco colors standing with a vaguely familiar half-elven woman and a very familiar female gnome. They all eye your party as you three move closer but none of the groups save those within their respective house is talking to one another. The inquest it seems only sowed more doubt amongst the houses!
"Listen up," a cleric in the Lightbringer vestments calls out. It's a stout female human with elaborately braided hair, an elvish style, holding a clearly Celaeno now begins. "There are three targets set at a varying distance: 40ft, 80ft, and a 120ft. Each of you will have two chances to hit each target but only one of your hit goes towards the cumulative score for your team. The highest cumulative team score wins the event. Questions," she asks looking over the group.
OOC: So, each target as a varying DC to hit from 16, 18, 22. Any "shot" below is a miss any shot above us a 'hit' plus 1 point. Ex: it's the DC 16 target you shoot a 16 that gives you 1 point for hitting and an additional 1/2 point for each point over. Fair? Questions? Please PM if it's a question only post meant for me!
Group order initiative order (just straight 20 rolls)
Firstforge 6
Vahar (high king) 12
Pedryas (humans) 8
Dhkar(dragonborns) 18
Celaeno (elves) 20
Marshfield (halflings) 20
Turco (gnomes) 17
“But no living man am I! You look upon a woman...You stand between me and my lord and kin. Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King
Order
Celaeno
Marshfield
Dhkar
Turco
Vahar
Pedryas
Firstforge
Set 1 target at 40ft DC 16
Celaeno
Archer 1 9; 14
Archer 2 22; 18
Archer 3 18; 9
Marshfield
Archer 1 17; 16
Archer 2 10; 22
Archer 3 7; 22
Dhkar
Archer 1 14; 10
Archer 2 20; 12
Archer 3 7; 4
Turco
Archer 1 21; 23
Archer 2 22; 20
Archer 3 10; 7
Vahar
Archer 1 11; 8
Archer 2 21; 18
Archer 3 10; 8
Pedryas
Archer 1 15; 22
Archer 2 7; 9
Archer 3 20; 23
Firstforge
OOC: the three of you can take your shots any order!
“But no living man am I! You look upon a woman...You stand between me and my lord and kin. Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King
Ronegan will sit in the royal box, near the Queen's twin brother and his daughters. As the archery event goes on, he will note any archers that seem especially (or magically gifted) proficient and after awhile, getting bored of watching this athletic contest, he will then start scanning the crowd and the other royal boxes, to see if he can see any familiar faces -- either particularly important royal or political figures, people he personally knows, or on the off-hand chance there is one of the Umbrasyl Arcana people he ran into during all that unpleasantness with Elavor.
Perception - 4
Ran watches the contestants from the other houses take their first shots at the 40' target. There are a number of obviously skilled archers in the mix. Varen, Elavor and he were going to have to be at their best to hope to top this group.
Arrow 1: 23
Arrow 2: 5
One Superiority Die added to Arrow 1 - 2 makes Arrow 1 a total of 25
Ronegan doesn't notice anyone out of place really even in his passive perception. The crowd is tense but whether or not it's from the contest or wild rumours he isn't sure. A light breeze filtering through the stands wafts a familiar scent of his sister's cooking which draws his attention away from everything and everyone as his stomach growls for the familiar and exquisite foods from his childhood home. It's coming from a human girl dressed in an oversized version of halfling traditional clothing holding a tray offering up pastries, hand pies, and other baked goods from Lucinda's kitchen!
“But no living man am I! You look upon a woman...You stand between me and my lord and kin. Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King
Petal bows to the queen mother and the rest of the family before setting her sights on the arenas crowd. “Eyes and ears....’ She mutters to herself, hoping the land will give her some guidance.
She scans the crowd for suspicious activity, keeping a particular eye out for the man she saw spying on them earlier. 17 Plus guidance 1
Gilgin Hardhammer - Mountain Dwarf Cleric (Forge Domain) - Icewind Dale
Petal - Forest Gnome Druid (Circle of the Land - Forest) - Unsung Heroes of Embera
Elavor steps up, sighting the 40' target up, and hoping his aim is more aligned than when he was being ambushed. Trying to push the thoughts of that away, he takes a deep breath, checks his stance and lets his arrows fly...
Arrow 1: 7
Arrow 2: 24
Varen gives the bowstring a few test pulls. It's been a while since she used a normal bow over the ease of a crossbow.
Arrow 1: 10
Arrow 2: 14
Aldrik Reinholdt in Dragon Heist
Daventry in The Candlekeep Mysteries, and her bag
Ronegan tries to focus on the competition, ready to aid Ellie or Varen at any sign from either. However, whenever he really seems to focus, the smell of Lucinda's fried dough pastries reaches his nose and his stomach lurches, reminding Ronegan he hasn't eaten since breakfast. Looking to the others in the royal box, he shrugs slightly. The King knew him enough by now to know that the halfling would be useless to everyone unless he had a full belly.
Standing up and stretching, Ronegan will jam his hands into the pockets of his robe and wander into the stands, meandering, but very clearly making his way to the human woman.
"By the Lightbringer, my good woman I haven't smelt such deliciousness for nearly a decade." He gets as close as possible to the pastries and inhales deeply. "Unless I am VERY mistaken, that doughy delight is a creation of Lucinda Gallowglass, am I correct? Is she here? At the tournament?"
Ronegan's stomach growls and he licks his lips in anticipation. If this was indeed Lucinda's cooking, then he would be in for quite the treat. Looking up at the royal booth he mentally calculates how much he could purchase without making it seem like he was purchasing food for anyone else in the box seats.
OOC: Petal please choose deception or sleight of hand with disadvantage being in a crowded area casting to cover up the verbal and somatic elements of your guidance spell.
Ronegan distracted by good food moves towards the girl with the tray.
"It is indeed my good sir. These treats as well as many on offer today are from the royal kitchens themselves where my mistress Gallowglass has been preparing all manner of things for the tournament as well as the feasts set for each evening of the events," she nods. "Take you pick sir their all free," she adds as a man with a keg of ale comes up to the base of the stands as well as another man with caskets of wine.
"Enjoy the day my friends," Jubel arrives not long after but in courtly robes not armor and without visible weapons.
The grand cleric causes a bit of a stir nearing the throne but then does not sit upon it but in the lesser chair at the right of it as another man in Lightbringer vestments follows soon after sitting to the left of the throne.
On the field below....
Celaeno acquires 7 points for set 1
Marshfield acquire 10 1/2 points but break a bow with their last archer
Dhkar manage the only bullseye in the round and acquire 11 1/2 points
Turco miss most targets gaining jeers and laughter from the crowd while only gaining 2 points
Vahar acquire 8 1/2 points
Pedryas 12 1/2 points
Firstforge acquire 10 1/2 points with Ran breaking his bow on his second attempt causing 1 point of damage to his hand as the string snaps lashing his hand! Varen misses both her shots.
House Pedryas leads set 1 with 12 1/2 points!
OOC: Before begining set 2 DC 18 I need Petal's roll for casting in a crowded stand at disadvantage.
“But no living man am I! You look upon a woman...You stand between me and my lord and kin. Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King
11 sleight of hand add inspiration 8 equals 19
Petals mutters her prayer as she glides her hands over her body in the ancient movements that give the earths guidance to her people. Noticing she may be being a bit obvious she feigns petting the fur on her armour. “Ooh, the competition is so tense!”
Gilgin Hardhammer - Mountain Dwarf Cleric (Forge Domain) - Icewind Dale
Petal - Forest Gnome Druid (Circle of the Land - Forest) - Unsung Heroes of Embera
OOC: Did you want to add some RP to this at all?
On the grounds archery the opponents get a chance to mingle as they set up the targets for the second distance.
“But no living man am I! You look upon a woman...You stand between me and my lord and kin. Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King
Varen looks visibly disappointed with her shots. She will look over to the Caelano and Dhkar delegations - are any of the archers the same group she encountered outside the docks?
She will also scan the crowd for Ramsey, curious if the hunter is watching his old House's performance.
Perception 5
Aldrik Reinholdt in Dragon Heist
Daventry in The Candlekeep Mysteries, and her bag
"Free?" Ronegan's eyes practically well up as he grabs a meat pie and as many pastries as he is able to carry without stuffing his pockets. "Please give my compliments to your mistress. If the food is half as good as she used to prepare it back when we were nippers, then these people are in for a treat." He bows to the human woman deeply as his belly allows. "I am Master Ronegan Gallowglass. Your mistress is my sister. Pray tell, will she be present for the feast this evening? She and I have much to catch up on." Ronegan smiled at the thought of seeing Lucinda again. The two of them weren't the closest siblings, but his older sister always made sure he had enough to eat while his nose was buried in some musty elven tome.
Seeing the tournament about to resume, Ronegan beams at the woman, grabs one last piece of sugary fried dough from the cart and will bound back up to the box, licking the sugar off his fingers, hoping to be there in time in case Varen or Elavor need him.