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The WIld Beyond the Witchlight
The traveling extravaganza known as the Witchlight Carnival visits your world once every eight years. Some of you have a dim memory of sneaking into the carnival as a child without paying for a ticket. That memory has grown foggy over time, though it still conjures a weird admixture of emotions—wonder and awe mixed with loss and regret. During this childhood visit, your character lost something. You tried to find it, but the carnival owners—a pair of elves named Mister Witch and Mister Light—were decidedly unhelpful.
“Silly little screeching cricket,” said Witch. “You forgot to buy a ticket.”
“The carnival goes round and round,” said Light. “The multiverse is our playground. Nothing’s free and nothing’s lost. Every visit has its cost.”
As time passed, your heart became less heavy, and you gave less and less thought to those childhood events. Now, for reasons you can’t explain, the longing to retrieve that which you have lost has resurfaced, as though an old spell has faded away, allowing you to feel the loss as sharply as if it happened yesterday.
The Witchlight Carnival has returned, and you find yourself standing near a ticket booth by the entrance at twilight, just as the carnival is about to open. There you meet others who look as troubled as you. Without knowing how or why, you sense that each of them has lost something as well. Perhaps fate has brought you together.
Some of you remembered that day a bit different, Hazel swore that she visited the carnivel by the hand of her parents...but they where busy. "Next time sweetie, mama will bake you pie for your birthday instead". she went instead but sneaking without paying a ticket. 7
Fineon held a small trinket from his time lost in the feywild...a keepsake from Garozink, his mentor. A small ladybug like mechanism which finally opened its wings and escaped from his pocket to fly straight to the carnival.2
Noutrin heard Aramil's voice calling him to visit the carnival, he would meet him there once again. It was a dream but it felt so real and the Witchlight carnival really appeared the next day. 1
Elle was a child when the Carnival first visited her plane. She marveled at the sights of the carnival and an immediated thought invaded her mind "I gotta go!"5
Andrick visited the carnival before meeting the travelling Halfling troupe. 2
Yolli approached a bit differently his visit to the carnvial... he wanted to get inside but as an urge to see if he was actually able to do it. Forging a ticket was his first success. 7
Peppermint and Billiam had been traveling with the carnival for quite some time, ignoring a different type of life...however the day they arrived at this new locating things felt different. They asked if it was ok to wander around as a visitor this day.
((So everyone that's not a Witchlight hand lost something when they snuck at the carnival without paying. I already sent you a private message with what you lost, if I missed someone, please send me a message, there's eight of you haha)) Welcome at the Witchlight Carnival
Though you don't know each other yet, you are all waiting at the entrance of the carnival. (If you aren't interested in paying or knowing the price of the ticket you can let me know) the ticket booth is just past a small bridge that goes above a river that surrounds the whole area of the carnival.
A silver statue of a dancing faerie is mounted on the roof of this ticket booth and surrounded by fluttering butterflies. The booth is decorated with an animated depiction of the night sky, with shooting stars arcing across it.
An elderly goblin perches behind the ticket counter, peering at you quizzically through a spyglass. He lowers the spyglass and calls out to you: “Greetings, fair fairgoers!”
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A young half-elf approaches the ticket booth with determination. Hazel finally found the place, she had been waiting for this moment for 8 years. This red-hair young woman doesn’t hold fancy weapons or equipment but she does wear flamboyant clothes. In a weird way, her purple loose trousers clash with the bright red shirt and her boots of a green colour, but this is completely fine for her. From far, it looks like a rainbow is approaching. She does not have much accessories, but she wears a beautiful crystal embraced in a necklace, that reflects the sunlight.
Hazel waits patiently and observes the patrons entering the carnival, in particular the shape of their entrance ticket. Then she chooses the moment where the person at the booth is extremely busy and with some quiet magic she creates the illusion of a ticket in her hand. Without stopping, she waves the illusory ticket and says in a very assured voice : “Hi, sorry me again, I had to quickly sneak out the park but I’m back in. Thank you !”
Deception: 19 ; if avantage because she is so confident 22
Just inside, past the booth, a slight but tall girl (5’10”) stands with her back to the outside world, looking in at the carnival. Her hair is long and black, with black roses growing like a garland across the back from temple to temple. She’s wearing an old sword, black gloves, and dark breeches under a stained cloak. At her waist dangles the only bright pop of color, a disturbing clown mask.
Her body language makes it look for all the world like she’s drinking the place in for the first time.
As she hears the petitioners trying to get in, she turns to look in the direction of the ticket booth. She’s pretty in that pale skin does she or doesn’t she have fangs kind of way (she doesn’t), but her brows knuckle as she sees guests trying to enter. Her hand drifts towards her sword, but then she shakes her head, mutters something quietly and turns back away.
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ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he). Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
Andrick, a tall, rakishly handsome halfling with dark brown hair and ornate clothes, stands in front of the counter, a mixture of wonder and horror battling on his face. 'Could it be... Could it be, after all these years...?' he whispers to himself as he looks around frantically, before taking a few deep breaths to calm himself.
Taking one final deep breath, he smooths down his clothes nervously, fingers unconsciously drumming a rhythm as he steps smoothly forward to the ticket counter.
'Ahem. I am Andrick Alder.'he says in the trained dulcet tones of a professional storyteller - with only the slightest hint of a nervous crackle, instinctively pausing to see if anyone recognises his name, before continuing. 'How much would a ticket cost please, good sir?'
Descriptive Note: Andrick stands 5'5" tall, with a ruddy complexion, dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He is dressed in fairly ornate clothes - made for performing. At his belt he bears a large (for a halfling) rapier and a small hand drum close to hand. He has a backpack that seems well-stuffed with clothes, armour and sundries...
A light scent of honey fills the air as young centaur moves up the line to the ticket Master. His long blond hair has patches of black throughout and is tied neatly back in a ponytail. He has a well groomed mustache and goatee. He is wearing a nice off white shirt with a vest of studded leather. On his horse-back is a pack saddle with several bags of tools, trinkets and parts tied down. He has a huge smile on his face as he approaches the counter, this is the first taste of his lost Fey home since he was very young. “ Hoe there good Sir, how much for entrance into this famed Carnival from my homeland? Have you per chance seen a small mechanical lady bug about yay big fly through here? Was a gift of my mentor Garozink, a goblin fellow much like yourself. An amazing tinker of unmatched skill. I would very much like to recover it. It happily led me here.”
He patiently awaits the response to his inquiry, carefully holding his excitement in check, hoping he has enough money for the entrance fee.
"Hello, honestly I think I remember this place, like I think I snuck in here as a young child-"
*Elle immediately put her hands over her mouth, she thought; 'oh stars! why did I say that?... usually I'm so good at keeping secrets to myself'*
"Uuh I mean- im running low on money... could I volunteer here!?"
The goblin changed the spyglass for an ear horn as Elle approached the booth “Oh I’m sorry dear, I’m not the one to answer that question, but I’ll give you a small piece of advice: do your best to have fun, be good and give a hand to those in need. Im sure that’ll catch mister Witch and mister Light attention” says the goblin with a soft but raspy voice. You might’ve heard before that goblins could be vicious creatures but this one was very friendly and even kind. “It I’ll be eight silver pieces (8 sp)…or we could make a small pact if you forgot your money” 4
Nuotrin Thunderfist heads straight to the counter, and also says a word of greeting.
"Good day, sir. How much is the ticket?"
the goblin switches back at the spyglass to study Noutrin’s face in detail. You almost get to see his eye blinking as he stares through the glass “8 so fair fairgoer!”
A young half-elf approaches the ticket booth with determination. Hazel finally found the place, she had been waiting for this moment for 8 years. This red-hair young woman doesn’t hold fancy weapons or equipment but she does wear flamboyant clothes. In a weird way, her purple loose trousers clash with the bright red shirt and her boots of a green colour, but this is completely fine for her. From far, it looks like a rainbow is approaching. She does not have much accessories, but she wears a beautiful crystal embraced in a necklace, that reflects the sunlight.
Hazel waits patiently and observes the patrons entering the carnival, in particular the shape of their entrance ticket. Then she chooses the moment where the person at the booth is extremely busy and with some quiet magic she creates the illusion of a ticket in her hand. Without stopping, she waves the illusory ticket and says in a very assured voice : “Hi, sorry me again, I had to quickly sneak out the park but I’m back in. Thank you !”
Deception: 25 ; if avantage because she is so confident 6
A young half-elf approaches the ticket booth with determination. Hazel finally found the place, she had been waiting for this moment for 8 years. This red-hair young woman doesn’t hold fancy weapons or equipment but she does wear flamboyant clothes. In a weird way, her purple loose trousers clash with the bright red shirt and her boots of a green colour, but this is completely fine for her. From far, it looks like a rainbow is approaching. She does not have much accessories, but she wears a beautiful crystal embraced in a necklace, that reflects the sunlight.
Hazel waits patiently and observes the patrons entering the carnival, in particular the shape of their entrance ticket. Then she chooses the moment where the person at the booth is extremely busy and with some quiet magic she creates the illusion of a ticket in her hand. Without stopping, she waves the illusory ticket and says in a very assured voice : “Hi, sorry me again, I had to quickly sneak out the park but I’m back in. Thank you !”
Deception: 25 ; if avantage because she is so confident 6
Insight: 11
“Oh my! It feels like years since I laid eyes on you” he blinks through the spyglass “where are your wings? I should’ve gave you your wings” he looks a bit troubled… “ please wait here and I’ll get another pair of wings for you”
Billiam regards the outside world for a moment. It looks smaller than it did back then. He clears his throat and fiddles with his belts. He stands six feet tall (seven and a half if you consider his ears), his fur is an ashy gray, and his eyes are a golden amber. The autumn hues of his outfit makes him look like a walking leaf pile, except for his two long ears and the gleam of polished handaxes hanging from open sheaths. Carnival wings, the orange and design of a monarch butterfly, sprout from his weathered brown cloak. There is a shield slung over one shoulder that is painted with a red bullseye. It looks like it is used for target practice. A lot. The harengon sidles up beside Peppermint and regards the glowing carnival with arms crossed. “Eight years,” he murmurs to Peppermint. “Eight years and it all comes flooding back, don’t it.”
Just inside, past the booth, a slight but tall girl (5’10”) stands with her back to the outside world, looking in at the carnival. Her hair is long and black, with black roses growing like a garland across the back from temple to temple. She’s wearing an old sword, black gloves, and dark breeches under a stained cloak. At her waist dangles the only bright pop of color, a disturbing clown mask.
Her body language makes it look for all the world like she’s drinking the place in for the first time.
As she hears the petitioners trying to get in, she turns to look in the direction of the ticket booth. She’s pretty in that pale skin does she or doesn’t she have fangs kind of way (she doesn’t), but her brows knuckle as she sees guests trying to enter. Her hand drifts towards her sword, but then she shakes her head, mutters something quietly and turns back away.
A hand lands on peppermint’s shoulder “maybe relax a little, you have the day to actually have some fun. This is not even a problematic plane, we will be dealing mostly with villagers and kids trying to sneak in” says Rood surprised at finding her friend near the ticket booth.
Andrick, a tall, rakishly handsome halfling with dark brown hair and ornate clothes, stands in front of the counter, a mixture of wonder and horror battling on his face. 'Could it be... Could it be, after all these years...?' he whispers to himself as he looks around frantically, before taking a few deep breaths to calm himself.
Taking one final deep breath, he smooths down his clothes nervously, fingers unconsciously drumming a rhythm as he steps smoothly forward to the ticket counter.
'Ahem. I am Andrick Alder.'he says in the trained dulcet tones of a professional storyteller - with only the slightest hint of a nervous crackle, instinctively pausing to see if anyone recognises his name, before continuing. 'How much would a ticket cost please, good sir?'
Descriptive Note: Andrick stands 5'5" tall, with a ruddy complexion, dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He is dressed in fairly ornate clothes - made for performing. At his belt he bears a large (for a halfling) rapier and a small hand drum close to hand. He has a backpack that seems well-stuffed with clothes, armour and sundries...
A light scent of honey fills the air as young centaur moves up the line to the ticket Master. His long blond hair has patches of black throughout and is tied neatly back in a ponytail. He has a well groomed mustache and goatee. He is wearing a nice off white shirt with a vest of studded leather. On his horse-back is a pack saddle with several bags of tools, trinkets and parts tied down. He has a huge smile on his face as he approaches the counter, this is the first taste of his lost Fey home since he was very young. “ Hoe there good Sir, how much for entrance into this famed Carnival from my homeland? Have you per chance seen a small mechanical lady bug about yay big fly through here? Was a gift of my mentor Garozink, a goblin fellow much like yourself. An amazing tinker of unmatched skill. I would very much like to recover it. It happily led me here.”
He patiently awaits the response to his inquiry, carefully holding his excitement in check, hoping he has enough money for the entrance fee.
(( by now it should be clear to everyone near the ticket booth that the ticket costs 8 sp, the goblin would greet and stare at each one of you as you get near him))
((The mechanical lady bug was what originally made you snuck into the carnival 8 years ago, as the time passed you forgot about it but this day, with the arrival of the carnival it hit you like a brick and everything came back, giving you the excitement expressed in your previous post - so no need to edit anything just wanted to clarify that ))
”Garozink you say!?” The name does ring a bell… but can’t say that I’ve seen such a curious little artifact as the one you described”
“Oh my! It feels like years since I laid eyes on you” he blinks through the spyglass “where are your wings? I should’ve gave you your wings” he looks a bit troubled… “ please wait here and I’ll get another pair of wings for you”
Hazel smiles back at him "Oh thank you so much. I will wait here". Hazel then takes a bit of time and looks around. All these newcomers. It might be a good day after all.
Peppermint looks up at Billiam. The two of them, not friends, really, but friends in any case, had been at the Carnival nearly the same amount of time. “No… I remember each and every one of those blighted days, Bill… but today… feels different.”
The small black and red butterfly wings on her back open and close gently.
Peppermint starts as Rood’s large hand falls on her shoulder, but she relaxes when she sees who it is, a sudden purple glow around her hands fading out. “I know, boss. Something about today… it’s a good thing I’m not working,” she states. “Something’s off with me, you don’t want me beheading some villager ‘cause I’m jumpy.”
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A well-dressed gnome that is short even for a gnome approaches the ticket counter, and confidently pays 8cp. Before heading in, he turns to Elle "Excuse me, but I couldn't help but overhear that you're having trouble getting in. I found this ticket on the ground over there, and I don't need it. Feel free to use it"
Forgery check (with advantage for already having succeeded at this before) : 16
"Different indeed," Billiam says as he sniffs the evening air. "Makes me ears twitch."
He looks around and notices several newcomers who seem... off somehow. Most newcomers are quick to clear the entrance and jump into the fun, but these...
"Curious group of attendees this evening," he points out to Peppermint. "What do you say we tag along with them? We can act wide-eyed and amazed to tease our friends on stage. Or be volunteers for crowd work! And if we happen across something suspicious, you and I can do some investigating. What do you say, my daring and dangerous friend?"
The WIld Beyond the Witchlight
The traveling extravaganza known as the Witchlight Carnival visits your world once every eight years. Some of you have a dim memory of sneaking into the carnival as a child without paying for a ticket. That memory has grown foggy over time, though it still conjures a weird admixture of emotions—wonder and awe mixed with loss and regret. During this childhood visit, your character lost something. You tried to find it, but the carnival owners—a pair of elves named Mister Witch and Mister Light—were decidedly unhelpful.
“Silly little screeching cricket,” said Witch. “You forgot to buy a ticket.”
“The carnival goes round and round,” said Light. “The multiverse is our playground. Nothing’s free and nothing’s lost. Every visit has its cost.”
As time passed, your heart became less heavy, and you gave less and less thought to those childhood events. Now, for reasons you can’t explain, the longing to retrieve that which you have lost has resurfaced, as though an old spell has faded away, allowing you to feel the loss as sharply as if it happened yesterday.
The Witchlight Carnival has returned, and you find yourself standing near a ticket booth by the entrance at twilight, just as the carnival is about to open. There you meet others who look as troubled as you. Without knowing how or why, you sense that each of them has lost something as well. Perhaps fate has brought you together.
Some of you remembered that day a bit different, Hazel swore that she visited the carnivel by the hand of her parents...but they where busy. "Next time sweetie, mama will bake you pie for your birthday instead". she went instead but sneaking without paying a ticket. 7
Fineon held a small trinket from his time lost in the feywild...a keepsake from Garozink, his mentor. A small ladybug like mechanism which finally opened its wings and escaped from his pocket to fly straight to the carnival.2
Noutrin heard Aramil's voice calling him to visit the carnival, he would meet him there once again. It was a dream but it felt so real and the Witchlight carnival really appeared the next day. 1
Elle was a child when the Carnival first visited her plane. She marveled at the sights of the carnival and an immediated thought invaded her mind "I gotta go!" 5
Andrick visited the carnival before meeting the travelling Halfling troupe. 2
Yolli approached a bit differently his visit to the carnvial... he wanted to get inside but as an urge to see if he was actually able to do it. Forging a ticket was his first success. 7
Peppermint and Billiam had been traveling with the carnival for quite some time, ignoring a different type of life...however the day they arrived at this new locating things felt different. They asked if it was ok to wander around as a visitor this day.
((So everyone that's not a Witchlight hand lost something when they snuck at the carnival without paying. I already sent you a private message with what you lost, if I missed someone, please send me a message, there's eight of you haha))
Welcome at the Witchlight Carnival
Though you don't know each other yet, you are all waiting at the entrance of the carnival. (If you aren't interested in paying or knowing the price of the ticket you can let me know) the ticket booth is just past a small bridge that goes above a river that surrounds the whole area of the carnival.
A silver statue of a dancing faerie is mounted on the roof of this ticket booth and surrounded by fluttering butterflies. The booth is decorated with an animated depiction of the night sky, with shooting stars arcing across it.
An elderly goblin perches behind the ticket counter, peering at you quizzically through a spyglass. He lowers the spyglass and calls out to you: “Greetings, fair fairgoers!”
"Hello, honestly I think I remember this place, like I think I snuck in here as a young child-"
*Elle immediately put her hands over her mouth, she thought; 'oh stars! why did I say that?... usually I'm so good at keeping secrets to myself'*
"Uuh I mean- im running low on money... could I volunteer here!?"
MOLLY :) 💜
Nuotrin Thunderfist heads straight to the counter, and also says a word of greeting.
"Good day, sir. How much is the ticket?"
A young half-elf approaches the ticket booth with determination. Hazel finally found the place, she had been waiting for this moment for 8 years. This red-hair young woman doesn’t hold fancy weapons or equipment but she does wear flamboyant clothes. In a weird way, her purple loose trousers clash with the bright red shirt and her boots of a green colour, but this is completely fine for her. From far, it looks like a rainbow is approaching. She does not have much accessories, but she wears a beautiful crystal embraced in a necklace, that reflects the sunlight.
Hazel waits patiently and observes the patrons entering the carnival, in particular the shape of their entrance ticket. Then she chooses the moment where the person at the booth is extremely busy and with some quiet magic she creates the illusion of a ticket in her hand. Without stopping, she waves the illusory ticket and says in a very assured voice : “Hi, sorry me again, I had to quickly sneak out the park but I’m back in. Thank you !”
Currently Playing: Regdus Ironfist (Greyhawk) Lvl 1 Storm Sorcerer ; Goraseth Drerjoxian (Icespeak) Lvl 3 Paladin Oath of Glory; Lerak (The Wild Beyond the Witchlight) Lvl 3 Barbarian Wild Magic
In Pause: Grimnir " Shadow-Feet", Lv 11 Owner of "The Basilisk & the Monk" (OotA) - Kurma Kappa, Lv 8 Priest of Oghma (ToA)
Currently DM'ing: Princes of Apocalypse >> Tomb of Annihilation
Just inside, past the booth, a slight but tall girl (5’10”) stands with her back to the outside world, looking in at the carnival. Her hair is long and black, with black roses growing like a garland across the back from temple to temple. She’s wearing an old sword, black gloves, and dark breeches under a stained cloak. At her waist dangles the only bright pop of color, a disturbing clown mask.
Her body language makes it look for all the world like she’s drinking the place in for the first time.
As she hears the petitioners trying to get in, she turns to look in the direction of the ticket booth. She’s pretty in that pale skin does she or doesn’t she have fangs kind of way (she doesn’t), but her brows knuckle as she sees guests trying to enter. Her hand drifts towards her sword, but then she shakes her head, mutters something quietly and turns back away.
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
Andrick, a tall, rakishly handsome halfling with dark brown hair and ornate clothes, stands in front of the counter, a mixture of wonder and horror battling on his face.
'Could it be... Could it be, after all these years...?' he whispers to himself as he looks around frantically, before taking a few deep breaths to calm himself.
Taking one final deep breath, he smooths down his clothes nervously, fingers unconsciously drumming a rhythm as he steps smoothly forward to the ticket counter.
'Ahem. I am Andrick Alder.' he says in the trained dulcet tones of a professional storyteller - with only the slightest hint of a nervous crackle, instinctively pausing to see if anyone recognises his name, before continuing. 'How much would a ticket cost please, good sir?'
Descriptive Note: Andrick stands 5'5" tall, with a ruddy complexion, dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He is dressed in fairly ornate clothes - made for performing. At his belt he bears a large (for a halfling) rapier and a small hand drum close to hand. He has a backpack that seems well-stuffed with clothes, armour and sundries...
A light scent of honey fills the air as young centaur moves up the line to the ticket Master. His long blond hair has patches of black throughout and is tied neatly back in a ponytail. He has a well groomed mustache and goatee. He is wearing a nice off white shirt with a vest of studded leather. On his horse-back is a pack saddle with several bags of tools, trinkets and parts tied down. He has a huge smile on his face as he approaches the counter, this is the first taste of his lost Fey home since he was very young. “ Hoe there good Sir, how much for entrance into this famed Carnival from my homeland? Have you per chance seen a small mechanical lady bug about yay big fly through here? Was a gift of my mentor Garozink, a goblin fellow much like yourself. An amazing tinker of unmatched skill. I would very much like to recover it. It happily led me here.”
He patiently awaits the response to his inquiry, carefully holding his excitement in check, hoping he has enough money for the entrance fee.
The goblin changed the spyglass for an ear horn as Elle approached the booth “Oh I’m sorry dear, I’m not the one to answer that question, but I’ll give you a small piece of advice: do your best to have fun, be good and give a hand to those in need. Im sure that’ll catch mister Witch and mister Light attention” says the goblin with a soft but raspy voice. You might’ve heard before that goblins could be vicious creatures but this one was very friendly and even kind. “It I’ll be eight silver pieces (8 sp)…or we could make a small pact if you forgot your money” 4
the goblin switches back at the spyglass to study Noutrin’s face in detail. You almost get to see his eye blinking as he stares through the glass “8 so fair fairgoer!”
Insight: 11
“Oh my! It feels like years since I laid eyes on you” he blinks through the spyglass “where are your wings? I should’ve gave you your wings” he looks a bit troubled… “ please wait here and I’ll get another pair of wings for you”
Billiam regards the outside world for a moment. It looks smaller than it did back then.
He clears his throat and fiddles with his belts. He stands six feet tall (seven and a half if you consider his ears), his fur is an ashy gray, and his eyes are a golden amber. The autumn hues of his outfit makes him look like a walking leaf pile, except for his two long ears and the gleam of polished handaxes hanging from open sheaths. Carnival wings, the orange and design of a monarch butterfly, sprout from his weathered brown cloak. There is a shield slung over one shoulder that is painted with a red bullseye. It looks like it is used for target practice. A lot.
The harengon sidles up beside Peppermint and regards the glowing carnival with arms crossed.
“Eight years,” he murmurs to Peppermint. “Eight years and it all comes flooding back, don’t it.”
A hand lands on peppermint’s shoulder “maybe relax a little, you have the day to actually have some fun. This is not even a problematic plane, we will be dealing mostly with villagers and kids trying to sneak in” says Rood surprised at finding her friend near the ticket booth.
(( by now it should be clear to everyone near the ticket booth that the ticket costs 8 sp, the goblin would greet and stare at each one of you as you get near him))
((The mechanical lady bug was what originally made you snuck into the carnival 8 years ago, as the time passed you forgot about it but this day, with the arrival of the carnival it hit you like a brick and everything came back, giving you the excitement expressed in your previous post - so no need to edit anything just wanted to clarify that ))
”Garozink you say!?” The name does ring a bell… but can’t say that I’ve seen such a curious little artifact as the one you described”
Hazel smiles back at him "Oh thank you so much. I will wait here". Hazel then takes a bit of time and looks around. All these newcomers. It might be a good day after all.
Currently Playing: Regdus Ironfist (Greyhawk) Lvl 1 Storm Sorcerer ; Goraseth Drerjoxian (Icespeak) Lvl 3 Paladin Oath of Glory; Lerak (The Wild Beyond the Witchlight) Lvl 3 Barbarian Wild Magic
In Pause: Grimnir " Shadow-Feet", Lv 11 Owner of "The Basilisk & the Monk" (OotA) - Kurma Kappa, Lv 8 Priest of Oghma (ToA)
Currently DM'ing: Princes of Apocalypse >> Tomb of Annihilation
Peppermint looks up at Billiam. The two of them, not friends, really, but friends in any case, had been at the Carnival nearly the same amount of time. “No… I remember each and every one of those blighted days, Bill… but today… feels different.”
The small black and red butterfly wings on her back open and close gently.
Peppermint starts as Rood’s large hand falls on her shoulder, but she relaxes when she sees who it is, a sudden purple glow around her hands fading out. “I know, boss. Something about today… it’s a good thing I’m not working,” she states. “Something’s off with me, you don’t want me beheading some villager ‘cause I’m jumpy.”
ey/em/eirs, or they/them works, too (just not he).
Role-playing since that keep on those borderlands. I love it so.
A well-dressed gnome that is short even for a gnome approaches the ticket counter, and confidently pays 8cp. Before heading in, he turns to Elle "Excuse me, but I couldn't help but overhear that you're having trouble getting in. I found this ticket on the ground over there, and I don't need it. Feel free to use it"
Forgery check (with advantage for already having succeeded at this before) : 16
Forgery check no advantage: 14
Deception check (for Elle) 14
Wizard - Yoli Garrick, Wild Beyond the Witchlight
"Different indeed," Billiam says as he sniffs the evening air. "Makes me ears twitch."
He looks around and notices several newcomers who seem... off somehow. Most newcomers are quick to clear the entrance and jump into the fun, but these...
"Curious group of attendees this evening," he points out to Peppermint. "What do you say we tag along with them? We can act wide-eyed and amazed to tease our friends on stage. Or be volunteers for crowd work! And if we happen across something suspicious, you and I can do some investigating. What do you say, my daring and dangerous friend?"