Today in the Fey is a special day. It's a midsummers celebration for different races to do things as they will. The goblins of they Feywild, well, they have their own style of celebration. It involves silly, often dangerous, games, intoxicating fruits, and fireworks! Oh yes, fireworks! It's also a day that some tribes cease hostilities against even the longshanks, and nearly anyone is welcome.
You've all found your way to outside the small village of the Licktoad tribe, though for different reasons:
Autumnleaf: For the last few days know you've had dreams of fun, colorful, explosions in the sky, and a pull in the direction of this tribe. What fun could you have with your own boomstick! Inif' Itum: You've been searching for the Feywild for the past months, hopeful to test your own powers of focus, and now that you've arrived, focus is anything but easy to come by. The colors and smells are all so much more vibrant. And now there is the cacophony of sounds coming from this small, and very dirty, village. Though it seems, for the moment at least, that the sounds from this village and celebrating something, and as you sit silently watching, you notice a variety of different races entering the village, though nearly all are monstrous of course, there are the occasional more 'peaceful' race that you've encountered on this planet entering as well. Giovani and Speedwell: You've, separately, had encounters with Goblins in the past. Stealing livestock, setting traps in the forrest, ambushing travelers... Today you find yourself facing something you'd never have expected to see. A raucous celebration of the little creatures, clearly many are intoxicated, but all are laughing and having a good time.
You all arrive at different times, and in different ways, but once you do arrive and see the 'festivities' it's up to you to decide to stay or go. You have a feeling that if you go there will be trouble, but if you stay there will be double. Though perhaps that double trouble bubble will be worth entering the rubble of this strange place.
Any who approach the gates are met by goblins who ask you to toss your weapons on the pile by the entrance, though don't seem to care much to do their job today, and don't do any searches for small weapons hidden away. You're given strange glances as you enter, but almost immediately those change into grins, and a bit of excitement at having the 'newcomers' around, and you suddenly become a bit more welcome than you might like. There are barrels of fermented apples spaced all around the area, with many goblins munching away on them, some clearly have had too many and are already passed out on the floor, and some look a bit ill after eating them, but for some reason still go back for more (who can understand these little creatures?), and are often offered to take one or three for yourself.
There are also four different areas where people seem to be gathering, to watch some type of game happening, many cheering, many laughing, and some walking away bruised, though seemingly still after having had a good time.
Please tell us how you enter, if you choose to do so, and what you do in the first minutes you are there. You'll enter in the order in which you post, so please describe your character so the others can know what they see, other than simply a drunk band of goblins or other similar races, when they enter after you.
Standing at five feet tall (with another 8” or so for the ears), Giovanni is one of the black-furred rabbitfolk… hare gone… “bunny butts”… and he looks like a person who takes everything seriously, and nothing seriously. A juxtaposition of brightly colored, high collar, silk clothes, and rugged chain shirt. A sword and shield that he hands over as though he didn’t have a care in the world.
He eats one of the apples, and makes his way to the rough games.
Not having had any good experiences with goblins up to this point, Speedwell enters the village hesitantly. All three feet, four inches, and 50 pounds of him is on guard and suspicious. He doesn't want to lay down his crossbow or his sword, but he's also not looking to pick a fight right now; so if asked, he does hand his weapons over.
Speedwell is a Harengone with white fur and gray splotches. His ever-watchful eyes are an Easter egg blue and his long ears are perked up and twitching in all directions trying to pick up any audible hints of imminent danger as they are assaulted by the sounds of revelry. His long forest green hooded ranger cloak with golden Celtic designs embroidered all around the trim and travelers clothes look new, almost like this is the first time he has ever worn them. His cloak also boasts a sprig of mistletoe affixed to the collar.
After entering and assessing that there is no immediate danger to his person (unless, of course, there is), he begins to head towards whichever game is the source of the loudest noise to him. He's going to look around to see whether or not the game involves hurting anyone against their will (such as gladiator games where slaves or whatnot are being forced to fight), or if it actually is just loud, raucous innocent fun. He is also going to be looking around for anyone that might be like him - a stranger to this place. If he sees another Harengone, all the better; but he's mostly just looking for any race that would normally be considered "friendly" in the Feywild. (i.e. non-goblinoid)
Also, considering goblins are a "favored enemy" for Speedwell, would he know anything in particular about how goblins celebrate the midsummer's celebration? Is this normal? What might Speedwell expect to see later in the celebration? (Or anything along those lines.)
Feel free to disregard any of this. I'm just tossing rolls down here in case you want/need any of them.
Listening/looking for danger (both Perception and Survival have the same modifier, so whichever of those you would prefer to consider this): 12
Trying to determine whether or not any innocents are being hurt in the games (Perception: 16; or Insight: 5
Looking for someone that appears to be a "friendly": Perception: 9
History check to recall information about how goblins celebrate midsummer's eve: 20
A tall, slender humanoid with yellow skin sits quietly as he observes the different activities. He is dressed simple clothing, with the pensive look of a scholar or teacher. Wrapped ankles and wrists, however, might tip off the observant to the wiry physique of a martial artist.
The sights and sounds of the carnival pass through Inif' Itum. Something had drawn him here, the start of his path. And like all paths- small steps lead in different directions.
Inif utters softly, "To find the Way, I must seek all challenges...face all discomforts". He eyes the large boisterous crowds laughing and cheering, uneasy of the unbridled emotions. He resolves himself to look closer later. He stands up and slowly walks towards the crowd watching the game. Games have rules and decisive outcomes, best to start there.
Autumnleaf flits about the area like a leaf in the breeze, not stopping in any one place for more than a handful of seconds, her eyes unblinking and her grin wide as she goes, humming to herself as she follows the tug in her chest. The almost leafy nature of her orangish skin and clothes adding to the effect, though her ankle length ginger mane of hair, more fur than anything, and the antlers sticking from the top of her head meant that nobody would mistake her for anything but what she was on a proper look.
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As you all walk around taking in the sights and smells, of which there are many, not all pleasant, of this strange festival you see that it's easily well over 90% goblin. There are a pair of bugbear loitering around a large hut in the center of the village, but otherwise the only other non-goblins you see are a pair of (or one other) Harengone, a somewhat taller green skinned individual, who stands out immediately due to his height, and a floating Faerie, who catches your eye more for her flight than being out of place; she might actually belong here, it's hard to know. Often times a drunk, or maybe just jovial, goblin will walk up to one of you and say "play game!"or "here! Apple! yum yum!"as they hand you an apple, usually already half eaten.
Those who decide to munch on an apple find it tasing of strong liquor, almost like a cider mixed with a rough gin. please give me a con save, DC 8(+1 for each additional apple you eat during the course of the festivities).
For Speedwell, you would think that all goblin tribes have their own celebrations, and the strange thing about this one is that they seem welcoming to outsiders. Walking around, no one seems to be in any danger that they haven't put themselves into.
Exploring the small village you find four games set up:
The first is a small pit dug down into the ground. It's about 10 feet deep, and 20-25 feet round-ish. There are a number of goblins standing around looking down and cheering. As you approach you suddenly here a small scream, and then a thud. Looking down you see a goblin on their back, winded, and a mid sized pig with a rope tied around it. Watching for just a minute it's easy to tell that they are taking turns attempting to ride this beast with shows of athleticism. If anyone speaks goblin, you'd often hear them laughing yell out, "Quick! Squealy Nord's gonna eat ya!"after one of their compatriots is bucked off. Though it doesn't actually appear that the pig has any intention to eat any of the goblins.
Next is a long table with piles of slugs strewn across it. Occasionally a goblin or two will decide to challenge to see how many of the creatures they can devour in one minute. Clearly only those with a strong constitution are able to do well. Some just choke down the gastropods whole, others find it easier, though slower, to spit out a small slime bladder.
Just outside one of the gates there are goblins with clubs who are calling "come out come out wherever you are!"and going through the woods. As you watch you occasionally see them spot the less stealthy ones who are attempting to hide, and clock them over the head leaving a rather large bruise.
Finally, the more acrobatically inclined goblins are attempting to make their way through a hollow coil of rusty wires, barrel hoops, rusty daggers, and thorny branches. There is a bit of blood dripping from some of the metal as some goblins clearly were caught in the wires with their long ears.
If you choose to engage in conversation with any of the goblins on the sidelines laughing and throwing apple cores at the participants, you could easily learn that those who succeed at any of these 'dares' will get a prize that His Mighty Girthiness, the Chief, has agreed to share from his collection. There's also word of a map to find more boomsticks that may be given out to the best of the best the following day.
Autumnleaf flutters about the area still, not engaging but observing the entertaining antics of the goblins as she lets herself move from one area to another. In a light soprano voice, with an odd undertone like a breeze rustling leaves, she speaks to herself."Something present has drawn me here, yes yes yes, must find it I should, that's very clear."She keeps up her odd, seemingly lackadaisical flight pattern, continuing her search.
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Speedwell walks around from one game to the next, observing quietly as he spots the other Harengone. He approaches, his demeanor changing from cold observation to hopeful relief at finding a more familiar looking face and introduces himself, “Hello, there,” he says. “It’s a relief to see another Rabbitfolk here. My name’s Speedwell. What’s yours?”
“Giovani Rossi,” he says with a thick, rich voice and aristocratic foreign accent. “Hedge knight of Lady Faelenae, Diva of the Wildlands. A pleasure to meet anyone pleasant.” He gives a polite nod. His demeanor is somewhat arrogant, but not quite downright offensive.
“Mr Speedwell, I hope you’ll forgive me, but I’ve never been one to pass an experience by. I believe I’ll be attempting to ride the pig. I would most enjoy your company should you allow me that brief interruption.”
Speedwell considers the offer for a moment and nods. "Sure. I'll tag along. As much as I don't want to admit it, I am curious about the games." Then, he walks along with Giovani, every few steps that he takes are followed by a short hop.
Standing a bit taller than most of the goblins in town, Giovanni looks down at the pit and thinks it could be a fun challenge. As he makes his intentions clear, the goblins around all start to cheer and hoot and holler. "Dance! Danice!"They call out as he hops down and hops on the pig who is currently being held before his attempt.
((14)) As they release Squealy Nord he starts to buck and shift around, but Giovanni is no stranger to riding unruly animals, and he's able to keep a good handle on things. ((20)) Nord continues to struggle, but Giovanni just gets an even tougher grip and even starts to grin, almost enjoying the ride. ((7)) But just as the timer is about to call it, Nord jumps into the air and bucks, Giovanni, who had started getting a bit cocky, had taken one hand off, much to the enjoyment of the goblins around, and gets flung to the side! ((save 22)) Though he was surprised by this move by the little pig, he's easily able to catch himself and lands neatly on both feet. All the goblins around are cheering and laughing. "Again! Again!"They call out.
Meanwhile Inif' head over to the Rusty Earbiter, and standing before the 'entrance', if you could call it such, mentally prepares himself, taking a deep breath, and looking for a clear path that would take him through. He's a bit bigger than the goblins around, but being rather flexible feels he can make it through. Before he begins a group of goblins starts to gather around to watch, some making bets, most, not on if he'll make it, but rather on how many cuts he'll get on the way though.
((22)) Diving into the maze he finds a place to set his hands through the metal and debris to the floor and practically vaults himself forward the first part, as the goblins around 'ooo' and 'ahhh'. ((10)) Feeling rather proud of himself, a distraction he cannot afford, his next movement is caught by a barb he didn't see above, scratching across the shoulder for 2. The goblins laughing as he winces, he must continue on, ((22)) and now finds focus, clearly pushing himself through the next set of shrapnel. Coming to the final section ((16)) his focus is as razor sharp as the razors he sees in his path, and pulling his head down, just as he leaps through the final bit, rolling into a stand he brushes himself off. All the goblins around cheer, though some have clearly lost their bets at how well this taller being made it through, when many of their own get caught.
Brushing himself off Inif' now notices a very skinny goblin, accompanied by two surprisingly sober followers carrying daggers, head to the noise. As he does, he looks up in surprise to see that the person who had completed the game is not one of his own, but grins and says, in a high-pitched, somewhat shrill voice, "ooo! You make through Earbiter! Give good show! Chief has gift!"He then rifles through his pack and pulls out a vial, handing it up to the tall person, saying, "Next time you be even more slippery! What is name stranger?"The goblins around now are forming almost a tighter circle, curious to learn about their foreigner in their midst.
Speedwell watches Giovani in amusement, despite himself. He is starting to wonder if he could effectively compete but isn't ready to completely let his guard down just yet.
To the small goblin, Inif' simply replies, "Thank you. I am Inif'."and then continues to slowly walk around the grounds of the celebration. The goblin simply shrugs and then heads over to where he hears more cheering.
On the other side of the bonfire is Giovani, ready to try again. As the pig is released this time he feels he's got an understanding for how the beast moves ((16)) and gets a nice firm grip on the pig's scruffy neck. ((14)) As Nord takes a step or two in surprise, Giovani almost looses his grip, but just manages to hold on and pull himself closer. At this, the goblins see his struggle, but also that he managed to hold on, and start chanting, "검은 귀! 검은 귀!"* ((21)) hearing the chanting for him, Giovani gets a final surge of energy, clenches his fists on the fir, and his legs around the creature until the bell RINGS!!! Hopping off he takes a couple seconds to catch his breath and then bounds up the ladder to the goblins around all offering low fives.
At this, the scrawny goblin with his entourage heads over to this area and grins big as he approaches. "Another outsider!"He exclaims. "You dance with Squealy Nord! You dance well! Here! Take!"as he reaches into his pouch and pulls out a small vial of liquid that for animal lovers and hands it to the tall Harengone.
At this point the crowds around the Rusty Earbiter and Squealy Nord start to disperse, as it's clear no one wants to attempt to follow an outsider who just completed the dares.
*I don't believe anyone speaks Goblin... For languages no one speaks I'll likely use Korean since I also don't think anyone here speaks that :P
Let me know if anyone wants to try the other dares, else I'll move on.
Today in the Fey is a special day. It's a midsummers celebration for different races to do things as they will. The goblins of they Feywild, well, they have their own style of celebration. It involves silly, often dangerous, games, intoxicating fruits, and fireworks! Oh yes, fireworks! It's also a day that some tribes cease hostilities against even the longshanks, and nearly anyone is welcome.
You've all found your way to outside the small village of the Licktoad tribe, though for different reasons:
Autumnleaf: For the last few days know you've had dreams of fun, colorful, explosions in the sky, and a pull in the direction of this tribe. What fun could you have with your own boomstick!
Inif' Itum: You've been searching for the Feywild for the past months, hopeful to test your own powers of focus, and now that you've arrived, focus is anything but easy to come by. The colors and smells are all so much more vibrant. And now there is the cacophony of sounds coming from this small, and very dirty, village. Though it seems, for the moment at least, that the sounds from this village and celebrating something, and as you sit silently watching, you notice a variety of different races entering the village, though nearly all are monstrous of course, there are the occasional more 'peaceful' race that you've encountered on this planet entering as well.
Giovani and Speedwell: You've, separately, had encounters with Goblins in the past. Stealing livestock, setting traps in the forrest, ambushing travelers... Today you find yourself facing something you'd never have expected to see. A raucous celebration of the little creatures, clearly many are intoxicated, but all are laughing and having a good time.
You all arrive at different times, and in different ways, but once you do arrive and see the 'festivities' it's up to you to decide to stay or go. You have a feeling that if you go there will be trouble, but if you stay there will be double. Though perhaps that double trouble bubble will be worth entering the rubble of this strange place.
Any who approach the gates are met by goblins who ask you to toss your weapons on the pile by the entrance, though don't seem to care much to do their job today, and don't do any searches for small weapons hidden away. You're given strange glances as you enter, but almost immediately those change into grins, and a bit of excitement at having the 'newcomers' around, and you suddenly become a bit more welcome than you might like. There are barrels of fermented apples spaced all around the area, with many goblins munching away on them, some clearly have had too many and are already passed out on the floor, and some look a bit ill after eating them, but for some reason still go back for more (who can understand these little creatures?), and are often offered to take one or three for yourself.
There are also four different areas where people seem to be gathering, to watch some type of game happening, many cheering, many laughing, and some walking away bruised, though seemingly still after having had a good time.
Please tell us how you enter, if you choose to do so, and what you do in the first minutes you are there. You'll enter in the order in which you post, so please describe your character so the others can know what they see, other than simply a drunk band of goblins or other similar races, when they enter after you.
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Standing at five feet tall (with another 8” or so for the ears), Giovanni is one of the black-furred rabbitfolk… hare gone… “bunny butts”… and he looks like a person who takes everything seriously, and nothing seriously. A juxtaposition of brightly colored, high collar, silk clothes, and rugged chain shirt. A sword and shield that he hands over as though he didn’t have a care in the world.
He eats one of the apples, and makes his way to the rough games.
Paladin - warforged - orange
Not having had any good experiences with goblins up to this point, Speedwell enters the village hesitantly. All three feet, four inches, and 50 pounds of him is on guard and suspicious. He doesn't want to lay down his crossbow or his sword, but he's also not looking to pick a fight right now; so if asked, he does hand his weapons over.
Speedwell is a Harengone with white fur and gray splotches. His ever-watchful eyes are an Easter egg blue and his long ears are perked up and twitching in all directions trying to pick up any audible hints of imminent danger as they are assaulted by the sounds of revelry. His long forest green hooded ranger cloak with golden Celtic designs embroidered all around the trim and travelers clothes look new, almost like this is the first time he has ever worn them. His cloak also boasts a sprig of mistletoe affixed to the collar.
After entering and assessing that there is no immediate danger to his person (unless, of course, there is), he begins to head towards whichever game is the source of the loudest noise to him. He's going to look around to see whether or not the game involves hurting anyone against their will (such as gladiator games where slaves or whatnot are being forced to fight), or if it actually is just loud, raucous innocent fun. He is also going to be looking around for anyone that might be like him - a stranger to this place. If he sees another Harengone, all the better; but he's mostly just looking for any race that would normally be considered "friendly" in the Feywild. (i.e. non-goblinoid)
Also, considering goblins are a "favored enemy" for Speedwell, would he know anything in particular about how goblins celebrate the midsummer's celebration? Is this normal? What might Speedwell expect to see later in the celebration? (Or anything along those lines.)
Feel free to disregard any of this. I'm just tossing rolls down here in case you want/need any of them.
Listening/looking for danger (both Perception and Survival have the same modifier, so whichever of those you would prefer to consider this): 12
Trying to determine whether or not any innocents are being hurt in the games (Perception: 16; or Insight: 5
Looking for someone that appears to be a "friendly": Perception: 9
History check to recall information about how goblins celebrate midsummer's eve: 20
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Speedwell | Harengone | Fey Wanderer Ranger | The Wild Beyond the Witchlight
A tall, slender humanoid with yellow skin sits quietly as he observes the different activities. He is dressed simple clothing, with the pensive look of a scholar or teacher. Wrapped ankles and wrists, however, might tip off the observant to the wiry physique of a martial artist.
The sights and sounds of the carnival pass through Inif' Itum. Something had drawn him here, the start of his path. And like all paths- small steps lead in different directions.
Inif utters softly, "To find the Way, I must seek all challenges...face all discomforts". He eyes the large boisterous crowds laughing and cheering, uneasy of the unbridled emotions. He resolves himself to look closer later. He stands up and slowly walks towards the crowd watching the game. Games have rules and decisive outcomes, best to start there.
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Autumnleaf flits about the area like a leaf in the breeze, not stopping in any one place for more than a handful of seconds, her eyes unblinking and her grin wide as she goes, humming to herself as she follows the tug in her chest. The almost leafy nature of her orangish skin and clothes adding to the effect, though her ankle length ginger mane of hair, more fur than anything, and the antlers sticking from the top of her head meant that nobody would mistake her for anything but what she was on a proper look.
As you all walk around taking in the sights and smells, of which there are many, not all pleasant, of this strange festival you see that it's easily well over 90% goblin. There are a pair of bugbear loitering around a large hut in the center of the village, but otherwise the only other non-goblins you see are a pair of (or one other) Harengone, a somewhat taller green skinned individual, who stands out immediately due to his height, and a floating Faerie, who catches your eye more for her flight than being out of place; she might actually belong here, it's hard to know. Often times a drunk, or maybe just jovial, goblin will walk up to one of you and say "play game!" or "here! Apple! yum yum!" as they hand you an apple, usually already half eaten.
Those who decide to munch on an apple find it tasing of strong liquor, almost like a cider mixed with a rough gin. please give me a con save, DC 8(+1 for each additional apple you eat during the course of the festivities).
For Speedwell, you would think that all goblin tribes have their own celebrations, and the strange thing about this one is that they seem welcoming to outsiders. Walking around, no one seems to be in any danger that they haven't put themselves into.
Exploring the small village you find four games set up:
If you choose to engage in conversation with any of the goblins on the sidelines laughing and throwing apple cores at the participants, you could easily learn that those who succeed at any of these 'dares' will get a prize that His Mighty Girthiness, the Chief, has agreed to share from his collection. There's also word of a map to find more boomsticks that may be given out to the best of the best the following day.
What would you like to do?
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Autumnleaf flutters about the area still, not engaging but observing the entertaining antics of the goblins as she lets herself move from one area to another. In a light soprano voice, with an odd undertone like a breeze rustling leaves, she speaks to herself. "Something present has drawn me here, yes yes yes, must find it I should, that's very clear." She keeps up her odd, seemingly lackadaisical flight pattern, continuing her search.
Speedwell walks around from one game to the next, observing quietly as he spots the other Harengone. He approaches, his demeanor changing from cold observation to hopeful relief at finding a more familiar looking face and introduces himself, “Hello, there,” he says. “It’s a relief to see another Rabbitfolk here. My name’s Speedwell. What’s yours?”
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A Sometimes-DM
Speedwell | Harengone | Fey Wanderer Ranger | The Wild Beyond the Witchlight
“Giovani Rossi,” he says with a thick, rich voice and aristocratic foreign accent. “Hedge knight of Lady Faelenae, Diva of the Wildlands. A pleasure to meet anyone pleasant.” He gives a polite nod. His demeanor is somewhat arrogant, but not quite downright offensive.
“Mr Speedwell, I hope you’ll forgive me, but I’ve never been one to pass an experience by. I believe I’ll be attempting to ride the pig. I would most enjoy your company should you allow me that brief interruption.”
Paladin - warforged - orange
Speedwell considers the offer for a moment and nods. "Sure. I'll tag along. As much as I don't want to admit it, I am curious about the games." Then, he walks along with Giovani, every few steps that he takes are followed by a short hop.
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A Sometimes-DM
Speedwell | Harengone | Fey Wanderer Ranger | The Wild Beyond the Witchlight
Inif' waits patiently as the child-like goblins move through the maze. He gestures towards the entry, indicating he'd like to attempt passage.
Given the opportunity, Inif' Itum traverses the course with Acrobatics 22
Fargen Hill Dwarf Cleric/Barbarian - Hoard of the Dragon Queen, Jodie Olwen Half-Elf Bard- Chronicles of the Accursed
Giovani moves up for a bit of Squealy Nord. He leaps!
athletics 12 | 11 | 15
Dex save 17 lucky footwork! Add 4
Paladin - warforged - orange
Standing a bit taller than most of the goblins in town, Giovanni looks down at the pit and thinks it could be a fun challenge. As he makes his intentions clear, the goblins around all start to cheer and hoot and holler. "Dance! Danice!" They call out as he hops down and hops on the pig who is currently being held before his attempt.
((14)) As they release Squealy Nord he starts to buck and shift around, but Giovanni is no stranger to riding unruly animals, and he's able to keep a good handle on things. ((20)) Nord continues to struggle, but Giovanni just gets an even tougher grip and even starts to grin, almost enjoying the ride. ((7)) But just as the timer is about to call it, Nord jumps into the air and bucks, Giovanni, who had started getting a bit cocky, had taken one hand off, much to the enjoyment of the goblins around, and gets flung to the side! ((save 22)) Though he was surprised by this move by the little pig, he's easily able to catch himself and lands neatly on both feet. All the goblins around are cheering and laughing. "Again! Again!" They call out.
Meanwhile Inif' head over to the Rusty Earbiter, and standing before the 'entrance', if you could call it such, mentally prepares himself, taking a deep breath, and looking for a clear path that would take him through. He's a bit bigger than the goblins around, but being rather flexible feels he can make it through. Before he begins a group of goblins starts to gather around to watch, some making bets, most, not on if he'll make it, but rather on how many cuts he'll get on the way though.
((22)) Diving into the maze he finds a place to set his hands through the metal and debris to the floor and practically vaults himself forward the first part, as the goblins around 'ooo' and 'ahhh'. ((10)) Feeling rather proud of himself, a distraction he cannot afford, his next movement is caught by a barb he didn't see above, scratching across the shoulder for 2. The goblins laughing as he winces, he must continue on, ((22)) and now finds focus, clearly pushing himself through the next set of shrapnel. Coming to the final section ((16)) his focus is as razor sharp as the razors he sees in his path, and pulling his head down, just as he leaps through the final bit, rolling into a stand he brushes himself off. All the goblins around cheer, though some have clearly lost their bets at how well this taller being made it through, when many of their own get caught.
Brushing himself off Inif' now notices a very skinny goblin, accompanied by two surprisingly sober followers carrying daggers, head to the noise. As he does, he looks up in surprise to see that the person who had completed the game is not one of his own, but grins and says, in a high-pitched, somewhat shrill voice, "ooo! You make through Earbiter! Give good show! Chief has gift!" He then rifles through his pack and pulls out a vial, handing it up to the tall person, saying, "Next time you be even more slippery! What is name stranger?" The goblins around now are forming almost a tighter circle, curious to learn about their foreigner in their midst.
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Giovani takes another of the apples before trying his hand again at Nord
con dc9 save 12
athletics 16 | 14 | 21
Dex save 5 lucky footing 3
Paladin - warforged - orange
Speedwell watches Giovani in amusement, despite himself. He is starting to wonder if he could effectively compete but isn't ready to completely let his guard down just yet.
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Speedwell | Harengone | Fey Wanderer Ranger | The Wild Beyond the Witchlight
To the small goblin, Inif' simply replies, "Thank you. I am Inif'." and then continues to slowly walk around the grounds of the celebration. The goblin simply shrugs and then heads over to where he hears more cheering.
On the other side of the bonfire is Giovani, ready to try again. As the pig is released this time he feels he's got an understanding for how the beast moves ((16)) and gets a nice firm grip on the pig's scruffy neck. ((14)) As Nord takes a step or two in surprise, Giovani almost looses his grip, but just manages to hold on and pull himself closer. At this, the goblins see his struggle, but also that he managed to hold on, and start chanting, "검은 귀! 검은 귀!"* ((21)) hearing the chanting for him, Giovani gets a final surge of energy, clenches his fists on the fir, and his legs around the creature until the bell RINGS!!! Hopping off he takes a couple seconds to catch his breath and then bounds up the ladder to the goblins around all offering low fives.
At this, the scrawny goblin with his entourage heads over to this area and grins big as he approaches. "Another outsider!" He exclaims. "You dance with Squealy Nord! You dance well! Here! Take!" as he reaches into his pouch and pulls out a small vial of liquid that for animal lovers and hands it to the tall Harengone.
At this point the crowds around the Rusty Earbiter and Squealy Nord start to disperse, as it's clear no one wants to attempt to follow an outsider who just completed the dares.
*I don't believe anyone speaks Goblin... For languages no one speaks I'll likely use Korean since I also don't think anyone here speaks that :P
Let me know if anyone wants to try the other dares, else I'll move on.
PbP 🎲: Tyekanik; Moneo Noree; Korba Muris; & occasional DM:
Giovani holds up the vial for the crowd politely but moves to relax next to Speedwell.
”Not up for the games, Mr Speedwell?”
Paladin - warforged - orange
“I’m happy enough to watch,” Speedwell says. “You did a fantastic job, yourself, though!”
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A Sometimes-DM
Speedwell | Harengone | Fey Wanderer Ranger | The Wild Beyond the Witchlight
Autumnleaf flutters nearby the two conversing, head tilted and smiling, attempting to remain unnoticed as she observes and eavesdrops on them.
Stealth Check: 18
Passive Perception: 15
Speedwell pretends not to notice that he’s being watched, curious to see if the the fairy is going to do snorting else.
Wiley Gambit Gaming
A Sometimes-DM
Speedwell | Harengone | Fey Wanderer Ranger | The Wild Beyond the Witchlight