IC - Solomon

[Comissar]

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As you awake to the dawn of a new day, realisation hits you. This is it, the time has come for the Reaping of the 73rd Hunger Games. This has always been an unforgettable day throughout your life. For some reason, today has you feeling particularly nervous, dread filling your stomach.

You rise and dress smartly, wearing the best clothes you have. As you leave your house, you join the growing throng of people filing towards the reaping itself. Peacekeepers line the way, their immaculate white uniforms and faceless helmets keeping you from recognising any of them. Their presence presses in on you, reminding you of the harsh reality. Two children are going to their deaths. Not today, but because of the events set in motion on this day. The thought hangs over everyone like a smothering fog.

Just like all the other children in the district, you line up with those of the same age as you. Girls on one side, boys on the other. Your blood is taken by a peacekeeper at a desk, checking you in. The older children put on a brave face for the benefit of those that are younger, but everyone is afraid.

Standing on the stage, stationed between two bowls filled with names, a slightly overweight woman looks out on the crowd with glassy eyes. She seems to be paying very little attention to the assembling children...

Please post your character's general appearance and his/her mannerisms as the reaping takes place. How it goes down is completely up to you.

[IamL]

Solomon Dreamspinner, Champion of Freedom, Reaper of Peacekeepers

As the Reaping draws near, every single possibility, every outcome, every scenario, rushes through my head. Three main possibilities occurred to me: Firstly, that the drawing itself was going to be rigged against me; all of the papers would have my name on them; the Peacekeepers had always hated me, and they (correctly) suspected my involvement with the string of murders of eight of their colleagues, but my intelligence combined with my skill at illusion has kept them from actually being able to find any proof. This is one of the more likely scenarios; at eighteen with maximum Tesserae, nobody would be surprised if my name was drawn. However, it would allow me to throw up an illusion to mask my name on the sheet. Secondly, the person reading the slips could be in on a rigged vote, and would call my name no matter what name he or she actually drew. This is far less likely than the first; involving more people in a secret plot than you need to is not something intelligent planners usually do. The third option is that the Reaping isn't rigged at all, but I doubt it; the Peacekeepers have been acting quite smug to me lately.

Sometimes I wonder whether or not it was right to kill those eight men, but then I remember the screams of their victims, the agony they caused under the thin veil of the law, and I feel much better about killing them. My illusions and my creativity were quite helpful, especially combined with the scythe my grandfather gave me before he was killed for protecting a young girl from the whip.

Thoughts swirl in my head all night, and, as usual, I find it impossible to sleep. After a long, restless night, dawn comes. I sigh, and begin the meditation and preparation required to prep my spells for the day.


Preparing Prestidigitation, Ghost Sound, and Mage Hand in my cantrips slots. In 1st level normal slot, I'm preparing Color Spray. In my two Intelligence bonus 1st level slots, I'm preparing Silent Image and Mage Armor. In my Illusion specialization bonus slot, I'm preparing Silent Image.

I snap out of my reverie of thoughts when I realize that I'm running out of time to get ready for the Reaping. I look into my grimy mirror and see my swirling violet eyes reflected back at me, see the brilliance and the cunning and the pain and the righteous fury. I run my long fingers through my jet-black hair in an unsuccessful attempt to straighten it out. I use Prestidigitation to don a black hooded cloak, pull down the hood, wrap a hemp belt around my waist, and place my opal amulet around my neck. I use Prestidigitation again to splash a little water on my face and sort my mess of hair out. Magic is quite useful. I whistle for my Thrush familiar, Chaim, to follow me on the lonely walk to the Reaping.
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When I arrive at the Reaping, the Peacekeepers make sure to stomp on my dignity one more time before I go into the arena, pulling me roughly out of the line and strip-searching me. Twice. With a variety of divination spells.

When I finally arrive in my designated area, I begin to spread entropy throughout the ceremony. I begin by casting Silent Image to create an illusion of me standing in a respectable fashion, then quickly duck down into the crowd and use it as cover against the Peacekeepers' watchful eye. I know that it won't keep going when I start casting my spells, but is was better than nothing. And then the fun begins. I use Ghost Sound to make the slightly tubby woman on the stage think she's losing her mind. I use Prestidigitation to change the color of her shirt to a disgusting shade of peuce with "I love participating in senseless slaughter of hundreds of innocent children and using the money I earn from it to buy clothes that cost more money than these poor wretches make their entire lives" written in neon pink Comic Sans font. Finally, I use Mage Hand to pick up the name jars and flip their contents on the ground when the woman goes to reach for them. I then move back to my position in the crowd, knowing that my name will almost definitely be called, and I'm not surprised when it is.

I move up to the stage confidently, with a well-practiced smirk on my face. I give a facetious bow to the crowd.

I wouldn't have tried to pull off a stunt like that had my family been alive. At this point, nobody in the District has any real ties with me, so they can't punish anybody for my actions. And I already knew I was going into the Games.

[Comissar]

By the time Solomon is permitted into the crowd of children attending the Reaping, the Capital woman is already heading over to the bowl containing the names of the girls. With the attention on them, he's able to slip largely un-noticed towards the front of the crowd. As the woman calls out "Camile Rush!", Solmon works his magic upon the unsuspecting woman. The satisfaction he feels at seeing his handiwork is replaced almost immediately by the disappointment at how quickly it was erased again. His alterations stripped away and undone as rapidly as they were worked. It would seem the Capital aren't leaving anything to chance when it comes to the reapings. All the same, his work causes gasps of shock to come from the assembled onlookers. To take such a bold step against the Capital, especially at such a critical time, almost always results in severe action. Nevertheless, he's still able to knock the reaping bowl over, causing a bigger stir amongst everyone watching. By the time he gets back into his position, his name's already been called and Peacekeeper's are moving up to take him up to the stage. They walk him roughly up to the stage steps, allowing him no further chance at casting spells.

Once on stage, Solomon's arm is raised into the air by the woman, "District 9, I give you your tributes. Camile Rush and Solomon Dreamspinner!"

The murmurings in the crowd still haven't died down as the two tributes are lead indoors. Once inside, Peacekeeper's roughly escort Solomon to a sleek looking train. It seems he's not being given a chance for any goodbye's. The escort walks with him, saying nothing except to indicate to Camile where she could wait to bid her own family and friends farewell. One of the Peacekeeper's joins Solomon and the escort on the train, whilst the other waits outside. The interior is incredibly well furnished, more riches are displayed within than anywhere Solomon has seen in his home district. The cabin is empty of people, causing the escort to tut in frustration.

"Marian and Laurel should be here," Solomon recognises the names as those of past victor's, "No matter. Have a seat, eat some food if you want. My name's Tamril, I'll be escorting you through your time at the games. If you have any questions about the process, I'm the one to ask."

Her tone is indifferent, it seems she's not particularly interested in you.

[IamL]

I tilt my head in the position I always use when I'm thinking.

"How supportive are Capitol members of illusionists, usually?"

[Comissar]

Tamril gives Solomon a blank look. "No different to anyone else, everybody's welcome at the Capital."

Before she says anything else, the door Solomon entered in slides open again. The young girl, Camile, walks in. A look of wonder at the opulence on display is clearly painted on her face. Once she spots Solomon, she grins warmly. The only thing marring her otherwise cheerful demeanour are the tear stains tracking down her cheeks. She walks up to Solomon, and holds a hand out in greeting. "Hey, I'm Camile. How're you holding up?"

As Camile introduces herself, Tamril wanders off deeper into the train. Possibly in search of the absent mentors.

[IamL]

In response, I shrug.


"I knew I was getting picked. That's why I screwed up the ceremony as much as I could. The important thing to worry about right now is our chances at the Games. What are your strengths? What are your weaknesses? I'm good at planning, illusions, and traps, so my ideal strategy would be to find a place to hole up and make a kill zone with traps and illusions. I'd just need people to protect me while I work.

Where are our Mentors?"

[Comissar]

Camile's eyes go wide at Solomon's casual mention of his sabotage"That was you?" she seems suddenly very afraid, her voice little more than an incredulous whisper, "Do you know what they could do to you if they found out?"

Tamril seems to have either not heard or not paid any attention to Solomon's admission. Instead, she comments "Your Mentor's should be here by now, maybe they're watching the reapings live." She leaves the two tributes alone in the carriage, heading deeper into the train in search of the elusive mentors.

Meanwhile, Camile still seems to be alarmed at Solomon's actions, "That really was you, wasn't it?" She buries her face in her hands, "Gods, there's no chance of getting home now..."

[IamL]

"Don't worry about that. The Capital makes non-Career Tributes' lives a living hell anyway. And the way I see it, they can't punish me any more than they already have. I'm in the Hunger Games already. I'll let you in on something I've picked up by watching the Games: It's all about the show. The Capital government likes to assert its authority over us through the Games, but it's really their most vulnerable moment, when they become slaves to their citizens. If they fail to put on a good show, they lose their control over the citizens. Bread and circuses, Camile, that's all this is. Yes, we have to kill the other competitors to win, but our real opponent is the Capital. If we can outsmart them, we can win, no matter how strong our opponents are. So I repeat: What are your strengths and weaknesses? Are you good with people? A strategic mastermind? A good fighter or a skilled hunter? What can you do well, and what weaknesses need to be covered?"

[Comissar]

Camile glares at Solomon following his explanation, "I'm nobody special, Solomon. I'm just one of the girls at the processing plant, I'm not even very good at it!" There seems to be more that she wants to say, her frustration bubbling at the surface, but she holds her tongue. Instead, she abruptly moves off to the table, pouring herself a drink of water.

[IamL]

I frown, trying to figure out what I had said to piss her off. My social skills are typically pretty good, but people often confuse me. I half-think, half-mouth the famous Isaac Newton quote, "I can calculate the motion of the heavenly body but not the madness of people" before moving towards her. I don't wan to alienate her.

I walk towards her and try to calm her down.

"What did I say? Look, I'm sorry for whatever I did, but if either of us is going to survive, we need to approach this like one would approach any strategy or plan. We need to start with our main goal: survive the Games. Then, we need to find our sub-goals: utilize our training time to its fullest effect; second, form an alliance with other strong or nice or useful Tributes; third, win over the Capital residents/potential sponsors; fourth, survive the Cornucopia bloodbath; fifth, survive the environmental hazards; finally, survive the other Tributes. After finding our sub-goals, we need to assess our resources. I'm good with illusions, traps, and strategic planning, but the amount of solitude I have in my job as a Harvester has taken its toll on my ability to understand people. Think about yourself. What do you do at the plant? What hours do you work? What hobbies do you have? What are you interested in? Where did you do well in school? Or, if you don't excell in any one area, are you a jack-of-all trades, master of none?"

[Comissar]

Camile's expression turns to one of disbelief as she shakes her head at Solomon. Before she says anything, the door Tamril left through slides open. "Yer a bit eager, aint'cha?"

A Spry looking man enters the compartment. He looks as though he's seen better days and Solmon recognises him as one of District 9's victor's, Laurel Flamsteed. "Anyway, th' reapin' round up is gonna come on soon, maybe save yer strategisin' until yev seen that."

He sits in one of the couches, happily oblivious to the apparent tension between the two tributes. Flicking the television on, he turns over to the reapings.

Hunger Games Channel (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?357260-The-Hunger-Games-Channel)

[IamL]

I carefully study each Tribute, attempting to analyze and assess them.

"Odath looks to be a solid choice for an ally: good in the woods, good with an axe, strong, tough, and he stayed relatively calm."

[Comissar]

Laurel raises an eyebrow, "Ye'll want te be careful about makin' alliances, lad. At th' end of th' day, everyone'll be lookin' out fer themselves. Tryin' te get someone strong on yer side is all well an' good, but yer still gonna hav' te beat 'em."

He turns his attention to Camile, who by this point seems to be sulking "Ye can ignore my advice if ye wan' te, lass, but my advice is all that's gonna keep yer alive in there."

[IamL]

I consider Laurel's advice, nodding to myself.
"Thanks for the advice. I suppose I should explain my reasoning, though, so you can tell me if I'm on the right track: I have a large killing potential; illusions plus traps plus evocations typically equals a whole lot of death. Unfortunately, focusing so much on the study of magic destroyed my body, leaving me with such little fortitude that a light breeze could kill me. I need a strong ally to protect me in the beginning before I have enough time to set up a kill zone with a **** ton of traps and spells. It can't be a Career tribute because I prefer my potential ally to have a shred of humanity, somebody who would honor our agreement for at least long enough for me to prepare defenses against him. It needs to be somebody who knows environments I don't; the most likely, and therefore most important to have somebody who knows their way around them, are forests. Hence, Odath seemed a good candidate. Am I thinking along the right lines, or am I missing something?"

[Comissar]

Laurel raises an eyebrow at Solomon's run-down of his abilities. "'Ow long 'ave ye been plannin' this, lad?" He leans back in his chair, letting out a long sigh as he considers what to say, "Ok, so... Yer a wizard, then. Don't let on te th' others that yer capable o' that..." He rubs the back of his neck, "Yer eager te go fer tha' Odath kid, ye need te consider tha' he may not wan' te work with ye."

Camile huffs at this, drawing a look from Laurel, "An' if sommat's causin' problem's 'tween ye two, yer gunna wan' te sort it 'fore yer in front of th' camera's."

[Comissar]

The speeding train catches your attention as it suddenly begins to slow. For the last hour the train has been speeding along mountains and shooting through tunnels. Finally it comes out of a final tunnel and the sun shines down upon it. With it now slowing, the train track curves to the side and allows you to see in the distance the capital.

A gigantic metropolis, it is comprised of countless metal buildings that stretch into the sky towards the clouds. Never in your life have you seen such tall buildings. Scattered along the skyline are floating ships that hang in the sky.

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The train continues to slow, and eventually closes into the city. People line the track, waving to you as the train enters the capital. The capital citizens are an odd bunch, all dressed in bright colors with bizarre hairstyles and some even have odd grafts on their bodies. The sheer number of them decorating the pristine streets is mind boggling to you.

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Once the train stops, your chaperone takes you to a nearby building. There a team of highly trained capital employees take over cleaning you. They scrub you clean on a level you've never felt before, removing a layer of skin from your body, thoroughly washing your hair, waxing body hair, and picking any specks of dirt that may be under your nails.

IC - Hunger Games Thread (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?357262-IC-The-Hunger-Games)

[Comissar]

After the parade, Solomon and Camile are escorted to a skyscraper building, remaining in their flamboyant chariots for the journey. Most of the other tributes have already left by the time the two are escorted back, only the stragglers from the outermost districts yet to leave. As two bald headed humans open the door for the tributes, a whistle catches the tribute's attention. Turning around, the two can see a rough looking man, a leer on his face, standing beside the tributes from District 5. "Lookin' good, darling!"

The doors close before the two from 9 get a chance to see what happens next, but Camile starts to blush furiously, hugging her arms tightly around her waist as they're lead to the elevator. Standing just outside is Laurel, "Ye' did well ou' there. Ver' nice light show. C'mon, up t' th' flat now."

Waiting just briefly for the two, he steps into the waiting elevator. There's an uncomfortable silence on the way up, something that Laurel appears to notice, but doesn't comment on. Finally, the doors open up to reveal a luxurious apartment suite. A well laid table stands proudly centre stage. Tamril, and a woman recognisable as Marian Green, another one of District 9's past victor's, are sitting at the table sharing drinks. Tamril pays the tributes little attention as they arrive, Marian gives them a friendly nod. "Nice to finally meet you both," She waves an arm towards a corridor leading away from the main room, "You've both got fresh clothes in your rooms, you may want to get changed before we eat."

Camile nods, all but scurrying away to her room. You notice Marian give Laurel a questioning look. The man appears not to notice, instead taking a seat at the table. "Go on, Solomon. We'll chat 'bout yer strategies and stuff once yer back."

Thankyou for your patience, I'll get the personal threads back underway now.

[IamL]

At the man's comment as we ride in, I shake my head in disgust. "*******. Don't worry about him."

I go to my room and take a quick shower before changing into my quite comfortable clothes. I then proceed back into the main room.

[Comissar]

Camile gives a weak smile in response to Solomon's reassurances. "I... Thanks, Solomon..."

She remains silent for the rest of the journey to the apartment.

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When Solomon returns to the dining room, he sees that Camile is yet to return. Instead, both Marian and Laurel are seated at the table, apparently having a heated, if quiet, discussion. It abruptly stops before he gets to hear any of it when Laurel turns to look at him. "C'm'ere thn, Solomon. Time t' g't down t' business."

Solomon can't help but notice that Marian is glowering at the male victor from over the top of her drink.

[IamL]

I try to ignore the tension in the room. It's difficult to do so; my curiosity keeps flaring up and I get a nearly-uncontrollable urge to ask what the issue is/was, but I know that I don't want to piss off all of my potential help. Besides, I can't help but like Laurel and I want to have a good Mentor-Tribute relationship with him.

"I'm not quite sure what you know of my strengths and weaknesses, Marian, so I suppose. I'll spell them out. I'm a wizard, with an illusion focus. I'm smart, fairly agile, and a decent enough diplomat and liar, and I'm really good with traps, but I'm physically weak and I don't have good endurance."

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Taking 10 on the Acrobatics check for a total of 16, good enough to pass.

And the fortitude save roll. Oh ye dice gods, do not abandon me now.

[roll0]

Edit: :smallsigh:

[Comissar]

Marian nods slowly, "That's... That's very good, actually. It'll serve you well in keeping people away from you."

Laurel gives his co mentor a non-plussed look, "Yer kiddin', 'e coul' git mos' of th' other's eatin' outta 'is 'and if 'e plays 't righ'."

Marian doesn't look particularly impressed by this idea, but refrains from commenting. Soft footsteps catch her attention instead. Camile enters the room, now dressed in a far less revealing outfit. Wearing a long sleeved jacket and long trousers, she joins the three at the table without saying anything.

[IamL]

I nod at Marian's remark, realizing that I need to work on sounding less cold and aloof when I talk to people. Speaking of which, I definitely owe an apology to my fellow tribute.

"Before we start talking strategy, I need to do something. Camile, I'm sorry about what I did. It jeopardized both of us recklessly and for no reason. Other than my own ****s and giggles. I was willing to accept the consequence to me, but I hadn't thought of the risk to my fellow tribute. So I'm sorry. What can I do for you to begin to make it up to you?"

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OOC: Sorry for the late rolls; I was working at a summer camp and had wifi access only once a week for a little bit.

Rolls: Intelligence check: [roll0] plus two if following knowledge nature check succeeds:
[roll1]

[IamL]

Sorry for the double-post; forgot about the shocktastic trial.
Will save: [roll0]

[Comissar]

Solomon is vaguely aware of Marian and Laurel sharing a look following his apology. His attention, however, remains firmly fixed on Camile. For her part, Camile lets out a long sigh before looking up at Solomon. She smiles sadly at him, "What's done is done, you can't change it any more than I can." She reaches across the table, giving his hand a friendly squeeze, "The apology is appreciated, though."

As she lets go, Laurel coughs, "Righ', now tha's out 'f yer systems. Camile, why don'tcha tell us wha' yer good at."

Self-conciously tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, Camile replies "Well, uh, it's like I said to Solomon back on the train. I'm really not anyone special. I'm good with people-" Laurel gives a derisive snort at this, causing Camile to cast her gaze down at the table, "And, uh, and..." Marian, giving Laurel a harsh look, gets up and walks around to Camile.

"It's alright, we're here to help you..."

This seems to give Camile enough courage to continue, though she still seems downcast "There's really not much more..."

No worries, just glad you haven't dropped :smallsmile:

[IamL]

I smile at Camile.

"See? That's good. I'm not too good with people, as you've probably noticed. You cover up my weaknesses. We can help each other out. On a different note, what should we focus on during training?"

[Comissar]

Camile smiles weakly at Solomon's compliment, any response she wanted to give was cut off by Laurel. "Inna nutshell? Fly under th' radar. Ye don' hav 'nough time t' learn anythin' more'n th' basics of anythin', so don' show weakness by tryin' t' do stuff yer no good at," He takes a swig of his drink, "'S also yer bes' chance t' get yer measure of th' other's. Try'n get in their good books, harder t' kill yer friends, righ'?"

Marian grimaces at Laurel's summary, and Camile looks particularly appalled at the thought of such outright manipulation.

[IamL]

I nod grimly at Laurel's comments, but realize that such cold manipulation has two edges; if we become friends with somebody, the bond goes both ways.
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The next day, after training, I comment to our mentors and Camille about a thought of a strategy that popped up in my head.
"My specialty, illusion, could work substantially to our favor, especially due to that out-of-control mage, Lox. I was thinking that we could create an illusion to make the others believe that Lox cast a spell that destroyed the Cornucopia. It would be a large-scale, risky illusion, but it could be done, and its benefits would be twofold: First, many would believe the Cornucopia was destroyed, giving us a head start on the items in the Cornucopia. Even if they saw through the illusion, they would likely be confused and we would seize the initiative. Secondly, many would probably believe it was Lox who destroyed the cornucopia (or, if they saw through the illusion, they would think it was him that attempted to fool them), causing them to see him as a threat and a common enemy and sowing confusion and anarchy amongst the others. Again, it would be a risk, but one that might be worth taking."

[Comissar]

Laurel grins broadly as Solomon outlines his plan, "Now tha's good thinkin'. If ye c'n fool 'nough people, then ye've got a good shot at th' goods in th' middle."

Marian looks much less impressed by the idea, instead asking "Is this 'Lox' likely to do something like that? Do you know how everyone else will react? You've got to think about these things, if you go with such a bold strategy, you need to know how everyone's going to act before hand."

The cold discussion of strategy seems to have left Camile behind, she holds her arms closely around her waist, glancing from one mentor to the other as they talk, shaking her head in bewilderment ever so slightly at the same time. She throws the occasional glance toward Solomon, giving him the feeling that she may wish to talk to him in private.

[IamL]

I glance over at Camile, then nod.

Then I quickly address Marian's comments.
"Those are valid questions; I'll try to observe Lox later. But from what we saw today, such an act would be in character for him; he broke the monitor on the survival knowledge test with ice magic and held a guard under water with the shock stick. But I'd best be off to get my rest."

At which I move towards our rooms before talking to Camile.

"What's up?"

[Comissar]

Marian raises an eyebrow at Solomon's description of Lox's actions, but otherwise remains silent. Laurel looks all the more pleased at hearing about how unstable the tribute from 12 may be. He nods his head at Solomon's suggestion of getting some rest, "O' course, ye've gotta keep yer strength up."

It doesn't take long for Camile to follow Solomon. She gestures for him to come into her room, muttering "I'd rather not be overheard."

Once Solomon's entered, she closes the door and lets out a deep sigh. Eyes closed she slumps with her back against the door, sliding to the floor. She sits like this for a few seconds before looking up again, a sad smile on her face as she does so. "For what it's worth, I think your plan sounds fairly good. It should give you the time you need to grab at least one bag, if nothing else." She sighs again, head drooping, "I'll... Try... And buy you some time as well..." She pinches the bridge of her nose, hesitating before continuing, "It probably... Won't be much time... But it could make the difference you need..."

[IamL]

I see her sad smile and almost depressed demeanor. I'm concerned. "What were you planning? I don't want you putting yourself at too much risk for me."

[Comissar]

Camile pulls her knees up to her chest, hugging them tightly. She's not able to meet Solomon's eyes as she replies to him, "You've... Prepared for all of... This..." She waves one hand vaguely at the room they're in, "You came up with a decent strategy, even the mentor's are doing their best to help you." She looks back at Solomon, smiling softly again, "You've got a good chance, you know? I..." Camile hesitates, haltingly continuing, "Want you... To get back home... To the fields... For both of us."

She glances away from Solomon again.

Tears are welling up in Camile's eyes, threatening to run down her cheeks.

[IamL]

Hoping for a decent roll, will edit post to reflect said roll. [roll0]

I see her tear up and I shake my head. "I'll try like hell to get back, but we'll be better off in almost every way if we stick together. We can grab twice as much stuff from the cornucopia, and scavenge more food and supplies and be better in fights. Plus, I need a full night's rest to recover spells and I can't sleep during the Games with other Tributes hunting me. And besides, I want you to live as long as possible; you're a good person, and that isn't too common nowadays. What were you planning? I don't want you to die."

[Comissar]

Camile shakes her head slowly at Solomon's comment, "I'm going to... To die. I... Want to at least do some good along the way..." Tears begin to roll down her cheeks, as soon as she notices she tries to wipe them away, "Everyone knows it. I can't fight, I'm no good at foraging..." She sniffs, rubbing her eyes with the cuff of her sleeve, "If I can get you even just another ten seconds... It could... You could... You might go home..."

Fresh tears stream down Camile's face, leaving her unable to speak. She silently sobs into her knees.

[IamL]

I look into Camile's eyes with concern and worry. "I don't want you to lay down your life for me. Ultimately, though, I can't stop you from doing so, and if you decide to do that, I promise I'll use every trick I know, every resource I have, every ounce of life and effort I can use, to win the Games."
I walk to Camile and embrace her, trying to soothe her.

When she's calmed down a bit, I give her a brief kiss on her cheek.
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When the day of the trials come along, I enter the room with a plan.

I nod to the judges, ensure they are paying attention, then words of arcane power flow from my mouth and I vanish from sight. More words can be heard before I reappear, body aflame. A wall of fire emanates from my body and burns through a dozen targets, turning them to ash. My flaming form cools back down and then I surge back into a burst of electricity, body half-consumed by the energy as I arc towards another group of targets and destroy them. Finally, my body dissipates into a black gas before condensing in an implosion of black light on many of the remaining targets, crumbling them away into nothingness as my form dissipates, vanishing again. I reappear in a flash of blinding light with a smirk on my face.

"Solomon Dreamspinner, District 9 Male, humbly at your service."

Solomon walks into the room, then casts the spell Vanish. During the invisible rounds, he casts Silent Image to create the illusion of him aflame, then consumed by electricity, then into the black gas. The destroyed targets are also illusory, having been created in strategically placed spots whilst the judge's attention was on the fake Solomon. The judges get dc 19 will saves to disbelieve the illusion. The flash of light is a Blinding Ray fired at the judge in the center as the illusion dissipates in my extra round past concentration from Extended Illusions.

[IamL]

Solomon is dressed in a grain-colored tunic over a earthy brown shirt and loose light-brown pants. Two dulled obsidian sickles sit crossed in a loop of cloth on his left. He walks to the stage confidently, trademark smirk on his face.

Caesar grins broadly, applauding Camile as she's lead off stage. “Now, next up we have Solomon Dreamspinner, also from District 9! Come and take a seat, no need to be shy!”

Caesar gives Solomon a firm handshake as he reachs him, gently pressing him to sit in the offered chair. Once they’re both comfortable, he leans in close and, with a side glance to the crowd, “Now, Solomon, I have to know… How are you finding the Capital?”

"I like it. Plenty of rich food, comfortable beds, showers it would take a genius to figure out how to work. It probably helps that I don't have anybody to miss back home. Overall, I like it."

"I imagine it's a bit of a culture shock for you, coming to the Capital after the fields of District 9? What do you think of it all, Solomon?"

"Like I said, it's new and extravagant. I haven't have any living relatives for a few years now, and I work in solitude as a Reaper, so having this many people paying attention to me is strange and unfamiliar, as is having people to talk to on a daily basis."

“Solomon, I'm well aware that I might be overstepping here, but any chance you can share what you’ll do in the arena? I promise it’ll just stay between us.”

The audience shares a soft chuckle at Caesar's joking assurance of privacy.

Solomon tilts his head, thinking of a way to word his answer.
"My strategy? Don't die. Find a base. Set up an established kill zone. Win by attrition; the flame that burns twice as bright burns half as long."

"Now... As I'm sure the audience will recall, there was a bit of trouble with the broadcast from your Reaping, so I'm afraid we didn't really get a good look at your reaction. Would you mind telling us all how you felt, knowing that you'd soon be taking part in our games?"

"Ready. Not happy, but ready."

“And I’m afraid that’s all we have time for. It has truly been a pleasure talking to you, may the odds be ever in your favour.”

[Comissar]

Camile returns the hug, clutching tightly to Solomon. Eventually, she releases him. Her eyes reddened from crying, she brushes her cuff again to try and catch any lingering tears. "I'm... I'm so sorry, Solomon..." She takes a deep breath to steady herself, though it still sounds a little ragged, "I don't know... I just don't know how I can do this..."

[IamL]

I look at her tear-stained face and come to a realization. "Don't kill yourself over me, Camile. Your life is worth more than a ten second longer headstart. I don't know how to say this, but I think I've come to love you over the past few days. You're one of the only kind, compassionate people in a country full of a**holes, and I admire you. Don't kill yourself. Please." I move closer and kiss her lightly on the lips.

[Comissar]

Camile seems more surprised than anything when Solomon kisses her. She jerks her head back a little way, her expression changing to one of bewilderment. Her face flushes bright red, she moves away from Solomon and sits on her bed. "I... Uh... I'm sorry, Solomon..." She stammers, "I... Uh..."

She seems uncertain of what to say, embarrassed perhaps.

[IamL]

I bow my head in embarrassment and apology.

"I'm sorry, Camile. I just...really don't want you to die. I don't deal well with my own feelings, and I'm still not quite sure what I feel towards you. But I think it's love. And I have no idea to show it because I am an idiot. I...I don't know."

[Comissar]

Camile places her hand over the bridge of her nose and, surprisingly, starts to laugh softly. "This whole thing's been such an emotional see-saw, I'm not surprised you're feeling confused."

She looks up at Solomon again, slouching forward as she rests her elbows on her knees. "I am sorry, Solomon. I'm just struggling to keep track of myself at the moment..." She offers Solomon a smile which, despite the tear-stains, manages to reach her eyes, "But you've been good to me..."

[IamL]

Solomon

I smile. It's not a joyful smile, but also not quite a sad smile. It's something in-between, a mixture of joy and sorrow, strength and resignation. In response, I say only two words.
"I try."

[Comissar]

Camile tilts her head to one side, her smile warming, "I really do mean it, thankyou."

She gets up off her bed and walks over to Solomon, giving him a brief hug. When she releases him from it, she takes a step back and looks Solomon in the eyes, "I'm serious about wanting one of us to get back, though. And I do think you've got the better chance. But I promise I won't do anything stupid at the start."

[IamL]

Solomon

I smile; this time, it's a grateful, happy smile. I look into Camile's eyes.

"Thank you."

I reach in and hug her again.

[Comissar]

As Solomon exits the evaluation room, he finds Hayl and Camile in conversation outside, Camile with her back to the exit. Hayl notices that Solomon's exited and gives him a nod of acknowledgement. "I won't hold you up any longer, then." She gives Camile a friendly grin, "Good luck with the interview tomorrow."

"Thanks Hayl," The tone of Camile's voice makes it sound like she's smiling, "Hope it goes well for you, too."

Camile heads over to the elevator, returning to the shared apartment. Hayl, meanwhile, turns her attention to Solomon. "Hey, I know we've not really talked before, but we need to now." She rubs the back of her neck as she considers her next words, glancing over at the elevator, "Camile thinks a lot of you, and she's a sweet person. It sucks that she's in this situation..."

When she turns her attention back to Solomon, her face is an impassive mask, "I'll level with you, the career's want me to join them. I've persuaded them to let Alex in too. I don't really want to fight Camile, but I will if I have to. I don't think the reverse is true." She motions to a couple of benches that sit near the exit, taking a seat herself, "The way I see it, you've only really got one choice. And I doubt you'll want to take it. Camile's the type of person who'll get hurt just by seeing other people die. I bet she couldn't watch the games before she came here, and I bet she has no idea what she's going to do once she's in." Hayl sighs, taking a steadying breath, "It's not nice, not that any of this is, but the only real solution I see is to end her suffering as quickly as possible. Wait until she's asleep, kill her cleanly." She looks up, straight into Solomon's eyes, "Do you have it in you to do that?"

_______________________________

When Solomon returns to the apartment, he finds Marian and Laurel are waiting for him on the sofa. Laurel glances up at him, "Th' result's'll be shown soon, hope y' did well in there."

[IamL]

Solomon

I exited the room with a confident smile, pleased at my demonstration.

But when Hayl finishes her sentence, my smile turns quickly into a frown and I shake my head, eyes and demeanor darkening.

"I'm not going to betray my only friend like that. Death is worse than suffering. I do appreciate your honesty, though."

[Comissar]

Hayl studies Solomon's eyes carefully before replying, "Yes... I thought that you'd say something like that..." She seems to be speaking more to herself than to Solomon. She brushes a lock of hair out of her eyes, "Solomon, you can't both live," She looks back at him, "You're deluding yourself if you think you can." She sighs heavily, "Ultimately, I can't change your mind."

She rubs her eyes in frustration, "I don't really know what else I can say, though... I just don't think it's a good idea that you've gotten so attached to someone that you might have to kill."

[IamL]

"I don't have to kill her, though. That's the part people don't seem to understand. I'm probably going to die somewhere along the line; all I should care about is getting either her or me to live as long as is possible. And that involves keeping both of us alive."

[Comissar]

Hayl shakes her head slowly, "And what if you do have to? What if it's just you two at the end? Or what if Camile thinks you're in trouble and has to kill someone?"

She leans forward, hands clasped together, "I don't want her to die either, Solomon. But if I'm going to get out alive, then she can't. It's as simple as that."

[IamL]

Solomon

I chuckle softly.

"Who says I have to get out alive?"

[Comissar]

Hayl frowns, studying Solomon's face for a few seconds before replying, "I suppose there's nobody that has said that..." Abruptly, she pushes herself up to her feet and walks over to the elevator, "Thanks for the chat, see you at the interviews."

[IamL]

Rolling for le HP: [roll0]

[IamL]

Solomon Dreamspinner
Tundra. Damn; I've never liked the cold. Ah, well, the snow should make effective drinking water–if it's not poisoned somehow. But heat is the ultimate goal, heat and food. And since my survival skills are piss-poor, that means I'm going to have to try for the goods in the Cornucopia. Here goes nothing. I think to myself as the 60 seconds count down. When the seconds are gone, I cast an illusion, creating the image of Lox's hands spewing gouts of flame towards the Cornucopia, burning all within it to ash. I then move towards the cornucopia, as if in shock.


Prepared spells:
Cantrips: Prestidigitation, Ghost Sound, Mage Hand, Spark
First Level Normal: Color Spray, Burning Hands. First Level Int. Bonus: Mage Armor. First level specialization bonus: Silent Image.
Second level Normal: Minor Image (used). Second Level Int. Bonus: Invisibility. Second level specialization bonus: Invisibility.
Initiative: [roll0]

Action: Casting Minor Image (DC 19 will save to resist) as a standard, then moving my full speed towards the Cornucopia. Bluff to appear shocked/taken aback/as a normal, uninvolved person would: [roll1]

[IamL]

I sprint towards the Cornucopia, trying to find any food, warm clothes, trap supplies, ranged weapons, scythes/sickles, or, best of all, scrolls or other magical supplies. The illusion isn't working as well as I hoped, but it got Alex to fight with Lox. He seems...pretty competent; he was able to quickly analyze the spell I cast. Maybe after I grab supplies, I could form a workable alliance with him by helping him finish off Lox? Or perhaps I should go invisible with Camile and finish off whoever loses. I don't know, but we'll start with the supplies.


Full run (x4) towards the supplies.
Perception check to see where the various supplies are: [roll0]

[Comissar]

I'm assuming that Solomon wants to grab one of the inner bag's. He can't actually see what's contained in each, but it's a reasonable assumption that they contain the best gear. If this isn't what you want to do, PM me and I'll edit accordingly.

[IamL]

Solomon

I nod and sprint in the direction Camile indicated, trying to get out of the Cornucopia bloodbath as quickly as I can.

[IamL]

Solomon Dreamspinner
Observing Goelev cutting me open and chasing after me, I curse, trying to think of a plan. I go back and forth between two plans of action, eventually deciding on the safer of the two. I slow to a brisk walk, my hands carving intricate patterns and voice calling out. As the final word is chanted, I blur out of existence, fading into the background.
Casting Invisibility and continuing to move in the direction Camile wanted me to move in.

[IamL]

As I go to meet Camile, I'm going to open up my bag and see what's inside. When I see her, I call out softly to her, making my presence known.

[Comissar]

Winter Clothing, 4 Day’s Trail Ration’s, Flint and Steel, Winter Blanket

The forest proves to be larger than Solomon first realised, Camile is as yet nowhere to be seen. Instead, he spots Sel and Sheila nearby. The two are racing toward the base of the nearby mountain, Sel takes shelter behind a rocky outcrop. She calls out "Come on! We'll be safe here for a few moments."

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[IamL]

Looking at the bag, I am generally happy, but irked that I don't have any trapbuilding materials. Perhaps after today, if I get the opportunity to heal, Camile and I should go on an invisible raid of anybody camped at the Cornucopia.

Seeing Sel and Sheila I weigh my options, then decide to observe more before going in for the kill. I don't have any weapons, but I do have my spells. If I can hit with Color Spray, I could potentially loot any weapons they might have on them and use them to finish them, or just use Burning Hands combined with my fists. Or I could try to distract them with Ghost Sound and lead them into a trap of some sort...hm...I could also potentially form an alliance with them...

I watch them carefully and cast Mage Armor as I plan out my actions.

Perception check to notice any weapons or gear they could be carrying, and to notice potential trapbuilding materials nearby: [roll0]

[Comissar]

Sel and Sheila appear to be deep in conversation. Sel hands over her stolen sword to Sheila, apparently unconcerned that she's just armed a potential rival. The two talk for a little longer, perhaps not reaching a decision yet. At one point, Sel seems to look straight at where Solomon is standing, though she looks back at Sheila again almost as quickly.

Solomon's too far away to hear Sel and Sheila's discussion, though from their body language it appears to be amicable, though serious.

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[IamL]

I weigh my options before finally deciding to try something on the more creative side.

I cast Ghost Sounds; terrified, pained, horrific screams emanate from the blade.
Then, I cast Prestidigitation and the sword turns crimson; blood appears to be dripping from it.

[Comissar]

Solomon is forced to sneak closer before he can cast his spell. Though he's closer, he's not yet near enough to make out what the pair are talking about. When he casts his spells, Sel reacts with surprise and horror, stepping back from Sheila. She seems to recover quickly, though, and begins to mutter something.

You're now out of combat rounds, more on what that means in the main OoC.

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[IamL]

Solomon
Having messed with them enough, I settle on a plan. I move so that they are both within range of the Color Spray, hitting them with a fantastic, dazzling array of colors.
I move within range and hit them with Color Spray, DC19 save to resist being stunned and blinded for [roll0] rounds and stunned for 1 round.

[Comissar]

Solomon manages to catch the two girls off guard with his spell. The spray envelops them both, though he does need to get dangerously close to release it.

Please roll initiative. I'll tell you now that Sel has passed her save and has rolled a 17 for initiative. Please declare your actions in your next post.

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[IamL]

Seeing Sel pass her save, I grimace. I was not ready for a fight; this was foolish. Plans blur through my mind; I consider a magical assault. It's a gambit, though, and I'm nearly dead.

I bow, call out "goodbye," and cast my second Invisibility spell, vanishing from sight and resuming movement back around the clearing.

[roll0]
I'm gonna try to cast Invisibility, then continue the movement around the forest.

[Comissar]

Sheila drops her sword in shock at Solomon's spell, clutching at her eyes as the spray of colour takes its toll. Sel, meanwhile, is fast to respond to Solomon's attempted ambush. She rushes at the boy from 9, a grimace on her face as she brings her leg round to kick him in the chest. Seeing him attempting to escape with another spell, she jabbed at him with a quick palm thrust.

Initiative order is; Sheila, Sel, Solomon

Sel is moving in and making an attack. Solomon casting Invisibility will also provoke an AoO, and may require a concentration check depending on what happens with Sel's other attacks.

Initial Attack - [roll0]
Crit Confirm (if needed) - [roll1]

Damage - [roll2] (minimum of 1)
Crit. Bonus Damage (if appropriate) - [roll3] (minimum of 1)

AoO - [roll4]
Crit Confirm (if needed) - [roll5]

Damage - [roll6] (minimum of 1)
Crit. Bonus Damage (if appropriate) - [roll7] (minimum of 1)

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[IamL]

The first hit, I dodge easily. Perhaps some of the illusion messed up her aim. But when I cast my spell, the jab hits me hard in the left shoulder, though it doesn't do much. It's still enough to knock me near the verge of unconsciousness as my wounds open up again. I fight to maintain my concentration, falling back on my intellect and training to not falter during the spell's casting.

Concentration Check, DC 14: [roll0]

As she hits me in the shoulder, I spin with the punch as I call out the final incantation, then seem to blur out of existence. I vanish into nothing as I move away, lucky to have escaped with my life. Damn. Just what I needed...another enemy. I curse my arrogance. I could have pulled it off, had I not received the gash on the shoulder.

[Comissar]

As Solomon vanishes, he notices Sel's look of surprise. It doesn't last long as she closes her eyes, tilting her head to one side as she listens. Eyes snapping open again, she looks over in Solomon's direction, rushing forward with another punch.

Sel made a perception check to notice Solomon's general position using a base stealth amount on Solomon's part.

To see if she actually gets the right area (1 is a miss, 2 is a potential hit) - [roll0]

To hit - [roll1]
Damage (min. 1) - [roll2]

Crit Confirm (if appropriate) - [roll3]
Crit Damage (if appropriate, min. 1) - [roll4]

Assuming he's still standing, could I please get both a stealth check for future movement and a perception check from Solomon?
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[IamL]

I resist the urge to curse at my bad luck. Her punch connects but the magic aura from my Mage Armor spell causes the hit to bounce harmlessly off (no hit).

I'm going to loop back into the woods, trying to get into cover and out of the range she has to chase me without abandoning her companion.


Stealth check (including invisibility bonus): [roll0]
Perception check: [roll1]


I do a good job sneaking but my focus on that task leaves me oblivious to the outside world.

[Comissar]

Sel once again attempts to locate Solomon, but is unable to find him a second time. Slipping away into the woods, Solomon is able to leave the girl from twelve behind him.

Assuming you're not going to try and attack again, we can call an end to combat rounds here. If you could make one more perception check too, please.

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[IamL]

Nearly dead, I quietly continue around the woods, trying to avoid detection. I look and listen intently, trying to memorize the layout of the place, and trying to find Camile.


Perception check: [roll0]

[Comissar]

Getting back to trying to find Camile, Solomon makes his way along the forest edge. Unfortunately for him, Sheila and Sel appear to have decided to head in the same direction. On top of that, the soft sound of movement within the forest margins catches his attention. The girl from District 11 is making her way northward, a wooden spear in her hands. Both Trefoil and Sel seem to become aware of one another at the same time. Sel has dropped into a combat stance, clearly unwilling to be caught off guard a second time so soon after Solomon's own ambush attempt.


Neither party is aware of Solomon's presence at present. You may roll initiative if you wish.

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[IamL]

I am going to keep on walking silently, not wanting to risk getting caught in the middle of things.

[Comissar]

The encounter feels tense. Sel has not lowered her guard, though Trefoil seems content to simply skirt along the edge of the forest. The girls movements bring her almost within arms reach of Solomon as he tries to sneak past. Fortunately, none of the three seem aware of where exactly he is at this point in time.

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[IamL]

Solomon
Damn. I need to keep moving but don't want to inadvertently bring the conflict to her. I just need to keep moving. Keep going.

I stay moving on the outskirt of the forest.

[Comissar]

Solomon gets out of the way just in time as Sheila rushes past where he just was. Blade flashing, Sheila is on top of Trefoil. The longsword she's managed to get hold of cuts through Trefoil's arm without much difficulty, biting deep into her. The only thing stopping it from cleaving fully through is her bone, the metal grating against it as it cuts free. A wide spray of blood splatters onto the previously pristine snow, steaming in the cold air.

In the moments after the blow, Solomon hears Sel mutter "Holy S**t"

Trefoil has been knocked unconscious by Sheila's attack. Sel and Sheila remain unaware of Solomon's presence.

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[IamL]

I continue walking.

[Comissar]

As Solomon makes his way further around the woods, he hears Sheila sink her sword into Trefoil again, ensuring that she'd finished the job. He hasn't walked much further before the edge of the forest comes into sight, along with the eastern shoreline. Standing there, looking around furitively, is Camile. She appears uninjured, though she is also carrying nothing. Perhaps worryingly, both Sel and Sheila are also still within sight, though neither appear aware of Camile.

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[IamL]

Solomon
Dammit. I need some way of getting both of us to safety and out of Sel and Sheila's way-I don't want either of us to end up like poor Trefoil.

Thinking quickly, I move around the bend of the trees, still quietly, then cast Prestidigitation to dirty the snow to form the words "SOLOMON, INVISIBLE. WATCH OUT; SEL AND SHEILA AROUND THE CORNER"

[Comissar]

Camile quickly spots the writing in the snow. A faint frown forms on her face as she reads it, her head quickly snapping up to look through Solomon and at the treeline behind him. Nodding slowly, she turns and runs southwest. Meanwhile, Sheila is working through the gear that Trefoil had managed to secure, even going so far as to take the protective clothing provided by the gamesmakers.

Only showing where Camile has moved to as Sheila would be busy sorting through Trefoil's gear at this point, thus no movement.

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[IamL]

Solomon

I move off, and when we've gotten out of eyesight, I talk in a hushed but rapid voice, tone concerned and worried.

"Are you okay? Sheila is...dangerous as hell. Killed poor Trefoil like she was slicing through paper. But she's weak mentally; I almost got the chance to take her out but that damned martial artist friend of hers almost killed me first. We need supplies so we can find a place to hole up-did you grab anything from the Cornucopia? If not, we're going to need to conduct stealthy, invisibility-shielded raids. Are you okay?"

[Comissar]

Camile has a look of shock on her face when Solomon tells her about Trefoil's demise. Though she clenches her jaw to try and bite back her reaction, it's clear that it has unsettled her. Keeping her voice down, she whispers "She let me go... She could've attacked me, and she left me alone..."

It's only a few moments later when she notices Solomon's own wounds. The blood staining his clothes from Goelev's sword strike and the already painful looking bruising from Sel's attacks. Her eyes widen in horror, "Solomon! You..."

Her words catch in her throat even as she tries to give voice to them.

There's more than one set of footprints in the snow around Camile. One pair is clearly her own, coming up from the south then looping back around following Solomon's warning. The second trails Camile's for a while before diverting into the forest. The exit point isn't clear.

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[IamL]

Solomon

I smile and finish Camile's sentence for her.

"Will be okay once I get some sleep and blow a spell on recovery. A more relevant question would be 'are you okay?' And is there anywhere we could lay low for a while?"

Noticing the footprints, I deduce that they're almost certainly Trefoil's tracks. I feel a deep sense of sorrow as I realize the magnitude of the event we're in. Good people are going to have to die if I'm going to get home. The blood on my hands already haunts me, and the people I killed were sadistic oppressive murderers.

[Comissar]

Camile's clearly uncomfortable with Solomon ignoring his injuries, but rather than chastise him she just clenches her jaw and nods. "I'm... I'm not hurt, I just ran and they didn't come after me."

She shudders, "I didn't see anywhere safe, there's just an open plain to the south. We could try hiding in the forest?"

No movement, no map. It's the same as your last.

[IamL]

Solomon

I think for a moment.

"What about those mountains? Is there maybe a cave or something there?"

[Comissar]

Camile looks hesitant at Solomon's suggestion. "Isn't... Isn't that where you said Sheila was?"

Every now and again, Solomon catches Camile's eyes flickering down to the injuries Solomon has sustained.

[IamL]

Solomon

I silently curse at my stupidity. Perhaps my injuries are distracting me from thinking rationally. In any case, I can't show how hurt I am to Camile; it might make her despondent or depressed about our chances. And in these conditions, optimism is our friend.

"If we wait until I can get some rest, I have a plan. I can cast a spell to heal me up to my potential, then sneak up on Sel and Sheila whilst invisible. I have a series of two spells that should take care of them, though it probably won't be pretty. The first is to disable them-a Color Spray spell to blind and stun. The second will finish them off.

[Comissar]

Camile appears to be uncomfortable at the talk of attacking other tributes. All the same, she nods. "Ok..."

She shifts from one foot to another anxiously, her attention turns to the forest. "If I kept watch over you in the woods? Seems a good place to hide."

No movement, no map. Sorry for the long delay on the reply.

[IamL]

I nod.

"I need about eight hours of rest and I'd like to start while it's still light out."

I go off with Camile to find a spot to rest.

[Comissar]

Camile leads Solomon into the forest, furitively looking around for pursuing tributes. She eventually seems to relax a little. Where the two now stand has little snow on the ground, and trees obscure vision beyond a few meters. "I guess I'll keep an eye out for you then," She smiles nervously, "Have a good rest."

I'm going to need a pair of perception checks from you, the second with a -4 penalty (due to drowsiness). I'm also going to be needing saves against the cold, details on that to follow in the main OoC.

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[IamL]

Solomon

I consider lighting a fire, then decide to. The cold might do me in as is. I gather branches and sticks for a while then set them ablaze with Burning Hands. Then I roll up in my blanket and sleep.


Shouldn't need to have to roll a save now; a fire is a significant heat source.
Perception checks: [roll0], [roll1]

[Comissar]

Camile settles near the fire, clearing a small patch of the forest floor to sit on. Solomon is vaguely aware of the crackling and popping of the firewood as he dozes off. Slowly, everything fades to black as he sinks into sleep.

That's fine, fire does indeed keep the cold away enough for it to not be dangerous. Not a whole lot to say for this update other than to ask if you want me to make any perception checks I might need from you for you or if you'd rather I prompted you for them?

[IamL]

It doesn't matter much to me; whichever you find more expedient.

[Comissar]

Solomon's rest is disturbed early on in the evening. As the sun slowly sinks toward the horizon, the silence is broken by Canon fire. One, two, three... The fire almost seems to mark the passing seconds. A total of ten shots are fired. An echoing silence follows. It is then that the Panem anthem blares across the clearing.

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District 3:

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Tempra

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Chester Grinne


District 6:

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Antogg


District 7:

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Odath Fergusson


District 8:

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Willow

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Weaver


District 10:

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Kijin

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Kevin Beck


District 11:

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Trefoil Oleastro

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Talas Belend

He's aware of Camile looking up at the display, a mournful look on her face before he drifts off again.

For the record, I don't consider this to be interrupting your rest.

[Comissar]

It isn't too much longer after the canon's sounded that Solomon finds himself being shaken awake. Head muzzy from drowsiness, he's nevertheless aware of Camile urgently muttering to herself, "Please wake up, please wake up, please wake up..."

She glances behind herself, the harried look on her face starkly outlined by the light of the fire. When she looks back at Solomon, she realises he's starting to wake up, "We have to get out of here," The urgency in her whispered warning is unmistakeable, "there are people coming. I'm sure of it."

Solomon hasn't rested long enough to gain any recuperation benefits, it's been roughly an hour since he started to rest.

[IamL]

Solomon
I curse softly, rolling to my feet quietly.

I whisper to Camile's as I secure my belongings.

"Damn. Have they noticed us yet?"

[Comissar]

Camile glances anxiously behind her, "I don't know! We should run anyway, it's not worth the risk."

She rises from her knees into a tense crouch, eyes constantly looking north as she does so. She seems reluctant to run without Solomon.

Not moved you yet, and I'll need a perception (and stealth if you want) from you too.
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[IamL]

Solomon

As I look around, I hold back a stream of curse words. I need to rest or I will die soon, of exposure or of another Tribute. All I need is eight hours somewhere... anywhere.

I whisper to Camile as I prepare to sneak off.

"Where should we go?"


Stealth check: [roll0]
Perception check: [roll1]

My grogginess and wounds, however, distract me and I stumble as I rise to my feet, snapping a branch noisily in two.

EDIT: Well, ****.

[Comissar]

Camile winces at the noise, grabbing Solomon's arm to try and support him. "Just away from here. I don't know where though. It's open to the south, and the cornucopia is to the west. But we can't stay."

There's a note of panic in her voice now, her indecision clear to see.

No movement, no map. Feel free to do a fresh perception check

[Comissar]

A faint ringing noise now starts to fill the forest, for all the world sounding like a crowd of people were ringing hand bells. The sound comes from the north, the same direction that Camile had been fearfully looking toward. "What..." Confusion clouds Camile's face briefly, before turning back to resolve, "Something's got to be happening up there... This has to be our best chance at a distraction."

No movement, no map. Camile's not eager to leave Solomon behind and so is waiting for him to pick a direction to move in. The sound to the north can be more properly identified with either a perception or a knowledge: arcana check.

[IamL]

I tilt my head, searching through my extensive knowledge of the arcane to figure out what the noise is.


Gonna wait to see what I'm going to do until after I get results on the check, which should be before the next big update.

Knowledge (arcana) check: [roll0]

EDIT: :smallbiggrin::smallcool:

[Comissar]

The sound Solomon hears is very familiar. It sounds like a simple ward, used to create an alarm around a specific point. This particular one must have been keyed to give off an audible sound when triggered. What it's being used for, however, is anyone's guess.

The spell is Alarm (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic/all-spells/a/alarm)

[Comissar]

Solomon and Camile's frantic preparation to run is interrupted by a Canon firing. Only a single round is fired and, as the Panem anthem blares out again, the sky is lit up.

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District 12:

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Lox Nyctores

Camile spares the announcement only a passing glance before grabbing Solomon's hand, "Back toward the Cornucopia. If the pack are hunting, that's got to be our best bet, right?"

[IamL]

I consider her words, but I'm not very inclined to travel into a potential trap in my condition. Still, from what I could piece together of the spell, I can only map out a few plausible scenarios. The first is that the Careers started hunting, activated Lox's alarm spell, then killed him. This is the most likely scenario, and from what I know about Alarm, it means that the Careers are close, maybe only a hundred feet or so away. The second most likely is that someone else, probably Sel or Sheila, attacked him. The third is that Lox interrupted an alarm himself and someone killed him in self defense. This isn't particularly likely; I have to admit that Lox was good at what he did. Synapses fire and I decide that Camile is probably right. I whisper to her.

"That noise was an Alarm spell. Presumably, someone activated it when attacking Lox; he was an accomplished wizard. But based on what I know about the spell, the Careers would have to be quite close–about a hundred feet or so away. You're right; the Cornucopia is probably our best bet, unless you think you could talk Sel and Sheila into giving us a truce--they're probably still fairly close by and we could track them. We have to move quietly, though, and we have to move now."

And with that, I start moving stealthily across the ground.


Stealth check: [roll0]

[Comissar]

Camile nods at Solomon's explanation, "I don't think it's worth the risk..." Her eyes look to be firmly glued to Solomon's injuries as she says this, "I promise, we'll try and find you somewhere safe to rest as soon as possible."

The pair begin to head west, through the woods to the north-west, a grassy field is visible, whilst to the south, the snow covered plains dominate the landscape.

Not a whole lot to say other than 'you're on the move'. If you have any questions about the surroundings, feel free to ask.

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[Comissar]

Yet again, the canon sounds. This time, barely half a minute after the last. The sky lights up as the Panem anthem sounds out once again.

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District 12:

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Sel Ellene

[Comissar]

Mere moments after the last canon shot, it booms again.

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District 12:

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Sheila

[Comissar]

Hot on the heels of the last canon shot, the silence is shattered once more and the sky lights up.

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District 6:

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Liss O'Malley

I'm going to need you to start taking actions soon, otherwise I'll be forced to assume NPC control of Solomon.

[IamL]

(I assumed we had kept going towards the Cornucopia...)

[Comissar]

After several tense minutes of moving back through the forest toward the cornucopia, Solomon and Camile finally reach the edge again. The clearing hasn't changed much, but the falling snow is now starting to affect visibility. All of the bags have been piled up at the mouth of the Cornucopia now. Two tributes are sitting at the edge of the circle of bags.

"Hayl..?"

Sure enough, it's the two tributes from District 5. They look like they're in intense discussion, Hayl casting the occasional furtive glance at the impassive Goelev a short distance to the north.

Camile gives Solomon a worried look, "Solomon, I don't want to try and fight them. They were both so nice to me."

You're too far away to make out what Hayl and Alex are talking about. I'll be needing a stealth check from you as well to avoid being spotted. You don't need to worry about being heard (unless you're deliberately shouting, of course).

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[IamL]

I point to the barely-healed sword wound. "Goelev gave me this. I'm not about to try and fight him. And Hayl...Hayl wanted me to kill you. But the best thing to do strategically would be to see if we can ally with them--I need a place to rest, and soon."

[roll0]

[Comissar]

Camile gives Solomon a look of mixed surprise and shock. "What..? Why would she... She helped me back at the parade..."

Her eyes fall as she lapses into silence. At the cornucopia mouth, Hayl and Alex seem to have finished whatever conversation they were having. The two stand, both keeping an eye on Goelev.

[Comissar]

As Solomon watches, Alex begins to make motions with his hands that are recognisable as those needed to cast a spell. The movements go completely unheeded by Goelev, whos attention is abruptly captured by the appearance of Ianthe and Thestor emerging from behind some of the boulder's to the north of the clearing.

Standing straighter, and gripping his sword, Goelev yells out "Hayl! Grab a knife, Alex! Spells! Now!"

He warily moves forward, keeping his eyes fixed firmly on the new arrivals. Hayl rushes over to a couple of the bags lying at the cornucopia mouth.

Next to Solomon, Camile tenses up. "This could be our chance to get past them!"

No map due to time constraints, will be able to get one for you in a few days time.

Alex cast Silent Image

[IamL]

"She...She thought it would be a mercy to you. Or at least that's what she said. This thrice-damned game kills us all, even the victors..."

I will do a more in-depth post later. This is what Solomon said before the fight broke out.

[IamL]

Knowledge(arcana) check: [roll0]

[Comissar]

As Thestor and Ianthe close the gap between themselves and Goelev, Alex backs away toward the forest edge. His attention never faltering from the two tributes from District 4. Hayl, a bag in each hand, runs after him, throwing the occasional glance back at Goelev.

Realising the other two aren't coming to help me, Goelev curses loudly. He keeps his attention on the two tributes from District 4, keeping his guard up.

Thestor/Ianthe are just off the large map to the north.

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[IamL]

I whisper to Camile.

"Wait until this sorts itself out. I don't want either of us risking anything. Plus, if they fight each other off, we might be able to take something to heal me up or help us survive a little longer.

[Comissar]

A look of worry crosses Camile's face, but she nods, "Ok, I'll follow your lead."

To the north, Alex and Hayl reach the treeline. Hayl keeps glancing at Goelev whilst Alex's attention is firmly fixed on the pair of tributes from District 4. Thestor and Ianthe have started to move into flanking positions, still some distance from Goelev. For his part, Goelev is maintaining his guard, no longer wasting effort cursing the tributes from District 5.

Goelev, Ianthe and Thestor are all off to the north of the Cornucopia

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[IamL]

I continue to sit still, waiting for the fight to die down.

[Comissar]

While Solomon is waiting for the right moment, a canon fires.

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District 1:

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Athena Carrow

Goelev glances away from his opponents briefly to check who the latest victim is. He looks again in shock. His features are starkly lit against the snow as he gives a wordless cry of anger. Turning back to face the two tributes from District 4, he's shocked to see them melting away into thin air. Falling to his knees, Goelev screams again.

At the border of the forest, Alex and Hayl glance briefly at the announcement, then both turn and run deeper into the woods.

[IamL]

I continue to wait until I can be certain that the coast is clear.

[Comissar]

Punching the snow in frustration, Goelev stands, turning toward the forest edge. He looks like he's focused on the forest edge. Following his gaze, Solomon can make out a new figure emerging from the woods. Whoever it is, their face is obscured by the bodies they're carrying. At this distance, it's impossible to tell anything other than the fact that both of them are female.

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[IamL]

I continue to wait.

[Comissar]

Goelev and James share a tense, brief conversation at a distance. Abruptly, Goelev throws his sword point-first into the snow and half turns away from James. His back is toward Solomon and Camile.

[Comissar]

After exchanging some words, Goelev picks up his sword and turns back to the Cornucopia mouth. Kneeling down at the smouldering fire pit, he adds some more kindling to encourage the flames to re-emerge.