You appear to be in a common room of sorts that has 6 doors that you assume lead to bedrooms. The 30 by 30 room appears to be made of a fine dark wood. The trimmings have very small but detailed adamantine inlays that spiral and twist. A stone fireplace on the far wall has a fire blazing brightly inside that illuminates and warms the room against the chill of the night. On the red painted walls on both sides of the fireplace are fine porcelain plates resting on racks set into the walls for decoration. A maroon rug covers most of the waxed wooden floor. Two cozy, white couches are set in front of the fireplace at an angle. To your left in the corner is a small wooden table several chairs surrounding it. To your right is a large China hutch filled with a variety of gemstones set on dislpay.
Helix adjusts their collar a bit and moves to peruse the gemstones while idly rolling a tin whistle (flute) through their fingers like a rock drummer does a drumstick.
Nuae walks in, quarterstaff in hand, and glances nonchalantly around the room. She moves to a couch by the fireplace with little fanfare, choosing a seat that will allow her a view of both the fireplace and the door, sitting sideways if necessary. Her gaze changes lazily from the fire to the ceiling to the door and back again, pausing every so often to see if the half elf will drop his flute. She picks something from her teeth with her pinky nail and flicks it into the fire.
Helix spins the flute deftly, catching Nuae glancing at them they offer a wink before flipping the flute in their hand and putting it away before moving to sit on the couch. "Good day and good welcome fair lady. Doseth thou seek to compete in contests for praise and prize this fair fortnight?"
One of the fine, wooden doors creaks open and Melcore steps out. He sees that there are two strangers in the room that weren't there before. He hesitates for a moment before closing the door and hesitantly walking over to the couch opposite of the one Nuae is sitting on. He sits down. His thick, dark blue robes are tattered and ragged around the edges that suggests that they were once fine, but have seen much use. Under the robe is a off-white, simple tunic that reveals that despite his somewhat scholarly appearance, he is nicely built (strength 14 on a wizard lol). His skin is tanned from seeing much sun in the past few months. His thick, dark hair is a few inches long and falls loosely around his face. About a month's worth of dark stubble grows on his strong jaw. The firelight flickers in his forest green eyes as his face cracks into a small and nervous smile as he says in a rough and deep voice that hasn't seen much use in quite a while. "Umm, I'm Melcore Burrell. What's your name?"
"Call me Helix fine fellow with voice low and mellow. Tis a fine day indeed, to share some good mead, and tell stories that make others bellow." Helix says with gusto. They are a tall sand lanky half elf with the subtle androgyny of their ancestors, their hair and beard are kept so well it's hard to tell if it's natural or a prop. They wear the bright greens and purples of a court jester, but cut in the style of a traveling adventurer.
Nuae barely has a chance to mouth fair lady? to herself after Helix's remarks before Melcore walks in and sits across from her. As Helix speaks, she sits up straight and crosses her legs on the couch cushions. "Helix, huh? And Melcore?" she says, her short waves bouncing as she turns her head between the two. "Well, it's nice to meet you both. I'm Nuae. And for the record, Helix--" she narrows her eyes as she speaks "--I might be fair, but I ain't no lady." She winks playfully before moving her legs over the arm of the sofa and laying back on the couch. "I hate this stupid festival. But as long as it's going to keep happening, I might as well try to win. How about you two? You just here for the 'praise and prize'?"
"I'm here just to be around people again. I put my name in as a joke. I didn't expect to actually be chosen," Melcore says softly as he turns to gaze into the fire. While he is looking, he asks, "Helix, you like to rhyme from what I've noticed so far and your clothing is flashy. Are you some sort of entertainer?" He turns back to you after saying this.
Helix beams in the way only a stage performer or mime can. "I am a twister of tales, a filler of sales. Through rain, sun and thistle I play my tin whistle, and have magics to cure what ails."
"Well, don't you have a way with words?" Nuae leans her head back on the couch until she's looking at Helix upside down. "I bet you can do more than tell stories if you've entered the festival." She laughs softly to herself and turns her head sideways to face Melcore. "Hey, what did you mean by 'be around people again'?"
Melcore pauses for a moment before he says, "I've been living by myself out in the woods for almost a year now. I was starting to crave social interaction. Being stuck with just yourself makes you feel a little crazy." A memory begins to play in his mind. He was kneeling over the bodies of a family he had just murdered. In his hand the freshly harvested hearts of three innocent children. He hears whimpering coming from one of the corners. One of the children is still alive. He stands and faces the children and pulls out the ritual knife from the chest of the mother. He advances, craving the pai-. "Stop," Melcore thinks to himself.
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Nuae frowns and wrinkles her brow at Melcore (insight check: 8). "I've lived outside Horndeep by myself since I was old enough to do so. Idon't think it makes you crazy.... unless you think I'm crazy?" She tosses her legs over the side of the couch and sits up again, feet apart and leaning toward Melcore with her hands clasped and elbows resting on her knees, clearly not used to being in such a space or even among company.
**Note: insight check due to mention of isolation contributing to mental instability, not due to memory
He seems to be telling you a partial truth about the isolation. You can't glean anymore information besides he seems to have spaced out for a moment after he talked. Maybe he is a little insane.
"I never said that," he responds with a nervous chuckle. " I just wasn't meant to be a loner, I guess." He looks into your eyes for a moment as he says this, and then looks away.
"If humanoids were meant to be alone we wouldn't have interlocking parts." Helix says bluntly, their voice dropping an octave. They have a deadpan expression for a moment before they brighten back into a bubbly smile.
Nuae bursts into inappropriate laughter and she walks over to Helix, patting his shoulder. "You know, you're alright!" she says, and she murmers the punchline to herself as she starts to check out the table in the corner. She takes a seat and starts to drum her fingers nervously, tapping out a rhythm not unlike a bird pecking at a grub under a bit of bark.
Melcore gives a slight smile before he reaches into his robe and pulls out a small, leather-bound notebook. He reaches out with his other hand and a quill dipped in ink appears in it. He opens the notebook and begins writing what looks like notes, but in a strange language (Primordial).
The table is circular and appears to be made of oak. It is oiled to show off the natural tan color. It appears to have adamantine inlays around the edge that look like vines with leaves.
Nuae traces her fingers along the pattern of vines softly, and she looks lost in thought for a moment. Her eyes flick up towards Helix. "You know, you never did say why you wanted to enter the tournament. Wanna tell us now?" She raises an eyebrow, and her fingers continue to trace the leaves.
Nuae tosses her head back and groans, annoyed but not displeased. "Fine. Have it your way." She stands and turns her chair backwards so she can straddle the seat and rest her arms on the back. "So what do you two know about this festival anyway? I try to avoid it so much I hardly know anything." She rests her chin on the seat and looks at the others expectantly.
"From what I've heard, there are teams of four that compete in four different challenges. Each challenge changes from year to year. The winners are the team that lasts the longest. If there is a tie, there will be gladitorial combat to determine the victors," Melcore says in a monotone voice as if he was reading from a book. He pauses a second, and says somewhat embarrassed, "I did a little research before I got here."
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The Tales of Horndeep
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You appear to be in a common room of sorts that has 6 doors that you assume lead to bedrooms. The 30 by 30 room appears to be made of a fine dark wood. The trimmings have very small but detailed adamantine inlays that spiral and twist. A stone fireplace on the far wall has a fire blazing brightly inside that illuminates and warms the room against the chill of the night. On the red painted walls on both sides of the fireplace are fine porcelain plates resting on racks set into the walls for decoration. A maroon rug covers most of the waxed wooden floor. Two cozy, white couches are set in front of the fireplace at an angle. To your left in the corner is a small wooden table several chairs surrounding it. To your right is a large China hutch filled with a variety of gemstones set on dislpay.
What you you do?
DM- Azalin's Doom
DM- Surviving the Unsurvivable
Helix adjusts their collar a bit and moves to peruse the gemstones while idly rolling a tin whistle (flute) through their fingers like a rock drummer does a drumstick.
Nuae walks in, quarterstaff in hand, and glances nonchalantly around the room. She moves to a couch by the fireplace with little fanfare, choosing a seat that will allow her a view of both the fireplace and the door, sitting sideways if necessary. Her gaze changes lazily from the fire to the ceiling to the door and back again, pausing every so often to see if the half elf will drop his flute. She picks something from her teeth with her pinky nail and flicks it into the fire.
Sleight of hand to not drop flute.
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Helix spins the flute deftly, catching Nuae glancing at them they offer a wink before flipping the flute in their hand and putting it away before moving to sit on the couch. "Good day and good welcome fair lady. Doseth thou seek to compete in contests for praise and prize this fair fortnight?"
One of the fine, wooden doors creaks open and Melcore steps out. He sees that there are two strangers in the room that weren't there before. He hesitates for a moment before closing the door and hesitantly walking over to the couch opposite of the one Nuae is sitting on. He sits down. His thick, dark blue robes are tattered and ragged around the edges that suggests that they were once fine, but have seen much use. Under the robe is a off-white, simple tunic that reveals that despite his somewhat scholarly appearance, he is nicely built (strength 14 on a wizard lol). His skin is tanned from seeing much sun in the past few months. His thick, dark hair is a few inches long and falls loosely around his face. About a month's worth of dark stubble grows on his strong jaw. The firelight flickers in his forest green eyes as his face cracks into a small and nervous smile as he says in a rough and deep voice that hasn't seen much use in quite a while. "Umm, I'm Melcore Burrell. What's your name?"
DM- Azalin's Doom
DM- Surviving the Unsurvivable
"Call me Helix fine fellow with voice low and mellow. Tis a fine day indeed, to share some good mead, and tell stories that make others bellow." Helix says with gusto. They are a tall sand lanky half elf with the subtle androgyny of their ancestors, their hair and beard are kept so well it's hard to tell if it's natural or a prop. They wear the bright greens and purples of a court jester, but cut in the style of a traveling adventurer.
Nuae barely has a chance to mouth fair lady? to herself after Helix's remarks before Melcore walks in and sits across from her. As Helix speaks, she sits up straight and crosses her legs on the couch cushions. "Helix, huh? And Melcore?" she says, her short waves bouncing as she turns her head between the two. "Well, it's nice to meet you both. I'm Nuae. And for the record, Helix--" she narrows her eyes as she speaks "--I might be fair, but I ain't no lady." She winks playfully before moving her legs over the arm of the sofa and laying back on the couch. "I hate this stupid festival. But as long as it's going to keep happening, I might as well try to win. How about you two? You just here for the 'praise and prize'?"
"I'm here just to be around people again. I put my name in as a joke. I didn't expect to actually be chosen," Melcore says softly as he turns to gaze into the fire. While he is looking, he asks, "Helix, you like to rhyme from what I've noticed so far and your clothing is flashy. Are you some sort of entertainer?" He turns back to you after saying this.
DM- Azalin's Doom
DM- Surviving the Unsurvivable
Helix beams in the way only a stage performer or mime can. "I am a twister of tales, a filler of sales. Through rain, sun and thistle I play my tin whistle, and have magics to cure what ails."
"Well, don't you have a way with words?" Nuae leans her head back on the couch until she's looking at Helix upside down. "I bet you can do more than tell stories if you've entered the festival." She laughs softly to herself and turns her head sideways to face Melcore. "Hey, what did you mean by 'be around people again'?"
Melcore pauses for a moment before he says, "I've been living by myself out in the woods for almost a year now. I was starting to crave social interaction. Being stuck with just yourself makes you feel a little crazy." A memory begins to play in his mind. He was kneeling over the bodies of a family he had just murdered. In his hand the freshly harvested hearts of three innocent children. He hears whimpering coming from one of the corners. One of the children is still alive. He stands and faces the children and pulls out the ritual knife from the chest of the mother. He advances, craving the pai-. "Stop," Melcore thinks to himself.
DM- Azalin's Doom
DM- Surviving the Unsurvivable
Nuae frowns and wrinkles her brow at Melcore (insight check: 8). "I've lived outside Horndeep by myself since I was old enough to do so. I don't think it makes you crazy.... unless you think I'm crazy?" She tosses her legs over the side of the couch and sits up again, feet apart and leaning toward Melcore with her hands clasped and elbows resting on her knees, clearly not used to being in such a space or even among company.
**Note: insight check due to mention of isolation contributing to mental instability, not due to memory
@Nuae
He seems to be telling you a partial truth about the isolation. You can't glean anymore information besides he seems to have spaced out for a moment after he talked. Maybe he is a little insane.
"I never said that," he responds with a nervous chuckle. " I just wasn't meant to be a loner, I guess." He looks into your eyes for a moment as he says this, and then looks away.
DM- Azalin's Doom
DM- Surviving the Unsurvivable
"If humanoids were meant to be alone we wouldn't have interlocking parts." Helix says bluntly, their voice dropping an octave. They have a deadpan expression for a moment before they brighten back into a bubbly smile.
Nuae bursts into inappropriate laughter and she walks over to Helix, patting his shoulder. "You know, you're alright!" she says, and she murmers the punchline to herself as she starts to check out the table in the corner. She takes a seat and starts to drum her fingers nervously, tapping out a rhythm not unlike a bird pecking at a grub under a bit of bark.
Melcore gives a slight smile before he reaches into his robe and pulls out a small, leather-bound notebook. He reaches out with his other hand and a quill dipped in ink appears in it. He opens the notebook and begins writing what looks like notes, but in a strange language (Primordial).
The table is circular and appears to be made of oak. It is oiled to show off the natural tan color. It appears to have adamantine inlays around the edge that look like vines with leaves.
DM- Azalin's Doom
DM- Surviving the Unsurvivable
Nuae traces her fingers along the pattern of vines softly, and she looks lost in thought for a moment. Her eyes flick up towards Helix. "You know, you never did say why you wanted to enter the tournament. Wanna tell us now?" She raises an eyebrow, and her fingers continue to trace the leaves.
"I did not and do not fair not-a-lady." Helix says with a wink and a smile.
Nuae tosses her head back and groans, annoyed but not displeased. "Fine. Have it your way." She stands and turns her chair backwards so she can straddle the seat and rest her arms on the back. "So what do you two know about this festival anyway? I try to avoid it so much I hardly know anything." She rests her chin on the seat and looks at the others expectantly.
"From what I've heard, there are teams of four that compete in four different challenges. Each challenge changes from year to year. The winners are the team that lasts the longest. If there is a tie, there will be gladitorial combat to determine the victors," Melcore says in a monotone voice as if he was reading from a book. He pauses a second, and says somewhat embarrassed, "I did a little research before I got here."
DM- Azalin's Doom
DM- Surviving the Unsurvivable