Manor on a hill (IC)

[jpsuchecki1]

King Helkiem: Year 5 (Summer)

The sun rises on the port city of Ai. The cool air blows in the morning breeze, a break for what promises to be a hot day. A lone fisherman takes a break from cleaning his nets to stare at the sky. He silently is pleased with the fact that he is getting ready to call it a night so he doesn't have to suffer under the hot sun. Around the city people are slowly starting to stir preparing for the daily grind. Merchants have already set up shop ready to peddle their wares silently hoping for the next big score, but are content to make sure things are always a little better then they were the day before. After all, most of them remember what life was like during the war. Yes, things certainly are better with King Helkiem. Some have even scored catering and supply contracts with a new upcoming holiday. As they start to open up their shops, people everywhere observe official criers take up their post in key places around the city.

"Calling all adventures! Do you seek fame? Do you seek fortune? Do you love your city? The Great King Helkiem beckons all those brave enough to answer the call of the Founder's Stone. If ye believe yourself worthy, assemble your team to the castle gates and present yourself to the captain of the guard for inspection."

In the temple district, the call stirs an a young noble of Lathander from his slumber. Word spread around the temples the day before there might be in influx of business over the next few days. While no one is exactly sure what is happening, royal officials notified temple leaders to be prepared for adventures who might have taken a beating on behalf of the castle itself.

At the castle gates, a lone knight stands outside watching teams of adventures line up in front of the the captain of the guard. There seemed to be some sort of issue of who will go first. After some back and forth and a little bit of infighting, a group follows a royal official inside.

In the residential district, a young halfling wakes up in a cold panic. The manic screams of her deceased sister which visited her in her dreams combined with some sort of commotion outside startled and confused her. Looking out the window, she sees a crowd of people standing around a royal crier.

At Ravenbeak Inn, a half-Elf sits in the tavern area as he enjoys a baguette and slowly tunes his lyre. Around him, a few of the guest seem to be eating similar meals. The innkeeper hums a quiet toon off key as he sweeps the floor. As he approaches the the bar section, a young woman burst into the room from the outside and runs straight to the innkeeper. Unable to keep her excitement she almost shouts, "Papa! You will never believe what I saw while making my deliveries to the castle!"

A single dwarf slowly approaches Jezabaal Manor on the outskirts of the city sitting on top of the Chem's Cliff. As the manor slowly comes into view, he can't help but shake off a feeling of dread. Work is work, but this appears to be something else. Even the gods seemed to have forsaken this place as flora and fauna have either appeared to have died, withered, or abandoned the arena inside the wrought iron surrounding the manor. 100 feet away he observes two city guards standing outside the gate into the manor with unease.

[Holy-hunter]

Borgn was patting the crumbs from his lips with his own white handkerchief when the young woman came running in. Captivated by curiosity Borgn quickly ensured the soft point of his ears were hidden beneath his hair before swiftly hopping up and carefully making his way to the bar. He held his lyre aloft ensuring its pristine frame didn’t pick up any dirt from the nearby tables he delicately danced between.

“Child, what did you see?”

He asks urging her on impatiently.

Persuasion: [roll0]

[Spore]

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Amros, Tiefling outcast (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2491145)
Tiefling Fighter
AC: 16 HP: 11/11
PP: 11 PIv: 10 PIs: 10
Conditions: cowled and costumed
Concentration: -

Amros knew from before the offical announced that something was stirring in the castle. Even days before the people told themselves the king was planning something big. They knew Helkiem wouldn't start another war, but yet another conflict was on the horizon. They knew because the royal garrison was unusually busy, and people knew from other people that the watch patterns began to have irregularities. They sent out messengers to foreign cities weeks before, and thus Amros was stirred into action. The young man was a respectable six and a half foot tall and his body was well trained, his face pretty and inviting, if it weren't for his fiendish heritage. Commoners typically distrusted him, so it was no surprise he kept his horned face cowled.

This was the moment Amros trained all these years for. This was his opportunity to avenge his comrades and delve into the Manor. He knew it had to be done, and yet there was another power stirring. It wasn't calling him, but something in his heart, in his blood told him there would be revelations beyond mortal means inside these walls. The knight left for his sleeping place. A kind old married couple let him sleep in their shed in exchange for a bit of farmwork and threatening local rowdies. He went back and donned his other garb. A heavily charred chainmail, a notched, but otherwise well-kept greatsword and his helmet. It was a charred helmet of the old royal guard. Of the one that attacked the Manor all these years ago. He put on the helmet, removed his cape covering the armor and suddenly he was another. He was his own resolve manifest, a living and walking testimony to his past promises.

To others however he was just a towering knight in charred royal armor. A truly threatening sight for commoners and noncombatants alike, and a peculiar sight for royal knights. They branded him scavenger, they said he was lacking respect. None understood or asked for his reasons. Back at the gate, Resilience kept back, hiding amongst the masses. He knew getting into this was a dangerous task, and he needed a group. He scanned the present people for helpful individuals.

I'mma just chill out in the back and scan the area for player characters.

[jpsuchecki1]

Borgn

The girl eager to tell her story to anyone quickly turns to you. However what comes out of her mouth is a small yip as the color of her face turns a scarlet red from embarrassment. Of course, you are no stranger to this type of reaction. As she takes a moment to turn away and compose herself she just about starts to tell her tale when an obnoxious voice is heard from the back:

"Spit it out wench, I don't have all day."

This appears to provoke the ire of the Innkeeper and furthers her embarrassment. The Innkeeper quickly replies:

"Dammit Flum, this is the last time I serve you morning brew. Talk sass about my youngin again and I'll put you out with the hogs. Now git."

Flum leaves in a drunken stagger, but not before tripping on a few chairs on the way out. In the process, an older woman emerges behind a door. She takes a quick look at Flum as he leaves and the Innkeeper and says, "What's the commotion around here?"

The innkeeper replies: "Pea was about to tell us a story."

The woman now intrigued urges Pea along. "Come on hun, I heard there was quite a fuss at the castle. Loosen that tongue and spill."

This seemed to calm Pea quite a bit. After all, it was clear this woman was her mother. The long black hair, brown eyes, and pointed chin were every bit of a match. Pea looks around and now notices that every eye on in the tavern is now on her. Focusing on her mother she spills her tale.

"I was makin my daily bread run to the castle kitchens as usual. When I got to the castle there were all kinds of adventures outside the gates. Some sort of contest I reckon, but no one paid me mind to tell me what was goin. Some of them adventures seemed to even be fighting among themselves eager to get into the castle. Therefore I tried my luck in the kitchens. There, all the servants and chefs were in a buzz but more so. One of the servants almost knocked my bread out of my basket and didn't even say nuffin."

"How rude." Replied the mother.

"Quite." Said Pea. Fortunately, I got some answers from porter boy, Ames. You know the one that I think fancies me."

"Don't you pay him any mind." replied the Innkeeper.

"I don't pay him any mind papa." Pea replied. She quickly flashed her mother a grin who returned it. For a brief moment she makes contact with you, blushes slightly and continues her tale. "But you know every time I smile at him he seems to loosen that tongue. He told me the king is holdin a contest to retrieve the Founder's Stone from Jezabaal Manor. He says fame and fortune await a team strong enough to bring it back. The King even plans to honor them at the Founders Day fest."

With a puzzled look the mother ask, "Where's Jezabaal's Manor?"

"It's that unsightly place up on the hill." Answers the Innkeeper.

The mother shakes a little bit. "That place gives me the wiggles."

"Me too mama." Pea says as she shifts her foot in anticipation. "Anyway, Ames says the king put a special hitch on the door to the Manor and only the ones who passed the test would get a shot to bring back stone."

"What sort of shot we talkin about?" The mother asked.

"Ames didn't know, but it sure sounds exciting." At this point, Pea looks to you sheepishly. "C...Ca...Can you imagine it stranger?" "Wo... Wouldn't it be swell if some group from Ai found the Founder's stone." The whole place would be in a tizzy for weeks."

Amros

As you stand against the back wall of the castle gates you have a perfect advantage point of the comings and goings of the people around you. In the distance you can hear the faint cry of one of the official criers stating what is already quite known to you regarding the events of the castle. No one seems to be paying you any mind but even the ones that glance in your direction quickly glance somewhere else as if they knew you were trouble. It has now been about 10 minutes since the first group as gone in. In the process another group joined the line. In terms of size and statue they seem to be much bigger than the group in front of them. The leader of the back group picks a fight with the group in front of them claiming that they're clearly not going to pass whatever test lies before them and to not waste everyone's time. An impatient young man from the first group makes a crude remark about the bully's mother and blast him with a magic missile.

As the two groups spring into action a ringing is heard. Dozens of palace guards descend on the scene and surround both groups with spears. The Captain of the guard walks towards the group.

"King Helkiem does not tolerate any shenanigans. You want to start something take it outside the city gates otherwise I will arrest you all for starting a riot. For now leave the premises. Both groups have forfeited you're right for inspection."

As the groups leave silently vowing to take it outside the city, the captain stares at you. You see a look cross his face. Could that be recognition mixed with pity? Sadness? Whatever it might be he chooses to walk back to his post. Shortly after the doors open. The same group of adventures who first walked in, now walk out. The royal official who escorted them in addresses the crowd.

"The next group may approach."

As the first group walks out the gate you are able to get a decent look at them.

Make a perception check.

[jpsuchecki1]

Amros

As they pass by it's clear they have been roughed up pretty bad, but you're not quite sure by who or what. Something about their situation seems a little strange to you but seems to escape your mind as they pass out of sight. In the mist of the normal hussle and bustle around the castle you are only able to catch the following phrase by a single member of the group:

"....................healing at the temple."

[Spore]

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Amros, Tiefling outcast (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2491145)
Tiefling Fighter
AC: 16 HP: 11/11
PP: 11 PIv: 10 PIs: 10
Conditions: cowled and costumed
Concentration: -

Amros knew the guard captain recognized his armor, at least as one of the worse outcomes. He did not want to play the protector of the city, who roughed up bandits and thugs alike, but with the amount of rejection those men just faced, they might become hostile in the temple too. Looking around a second time, there was not much grouping to be had, since the remaining people were pitiful candidates or simply onlookers from his judgment.

He followed them with some distance to the temple of Lathander, not out of sight, but maybe being lost in the crowd a bit. Surprise or secrecy was not his strong suit, Amros fully focussed on intimidation, and he more than once paid the price for it not working. Regardless, he pitied the servants of the Morninglord already needing to take on such trivial matters instead of helping the truly needy.

[Vianceit]

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Maewyn, Haunted Medium (https://www.dungeonmastersvault.com/pages/dnd/5e/characters/17592263800664?frame=true)
Halfling Barbarian
AC: 14 HP: 14/14
Conditions: -
Inspiration: No

Maewyn allowed her breathing to return to normal and the visions of her sleep to clear as she gazed out the window. Curious about the commotion near the royal crier she made her way out of the modest residence. The home she shared with her elderly landlord, Miss Weatherby wasn't much, but it was what the pay she garnered from the odd seance could afford her. It also helped to have a more than half deaf landlord who couldn't hear her screams on her worst nights.

Maewyn rubbed off the apple she had been handed on her way out against her dress before taking a bite and making a beeline toward the crowd. It looked like to sizable amount of people so it must be something juicy happening.. Realizing her height might make it hard to see and hear the news of the day she looked about hoping to spot something to climb up for a better vantage point.

Perception:
(1d20+1)[21]
Not sure how to get it to roll on this thread, so I posted on the rolls subforum. Let me know if there's a better/more correct way to do it.Rolls Thread (https://forums.giantitp.com/showthread.php?634429-Maewyn-s-Follies)

[jpsuchecki1]

Amros

People who notice you move through the crowd tend to give you a wide berth making any attempts at sheath rather difficult, but it doesn't seem to matter. The group of adventures you follow make no effort to hide their destination or glance over their shoulders to see if they are being followed. As far as you can tell the group of adventures seem to be headed towards the temple district until one of them suddenly turns down a different path.

"Barth where you moseyin? Temples' this way." One of the members gestures to the attention of the lone adventure.

"You sure Therm?" Barth ask.

Therm replies, "Barth I knew as a matter of fact you raised in a hovel on the next."

Barth stares in the direction Therm gestures longer than normal for someone who grew up in the area. The other two adventures exchange a glance with each other unsure of what exactly is happening. As Barth seems to snap out of it, he follows Therm and the group down the temple path. The group continues along the path for about 200 more feet before the one known as Barth starts to walk up towards a door. Across the street you notice a town crier surrounded by a crowd interested in the day's events.

Therm calls to Barth again, "Barth, that ain't your hovel anymore."

Confused, Barth turns and replies, "What's that Therm?"

It is at that moment a young halfling with auburn hair, pale skin, and hazel eyes walks straight out the door almost into the backside of Barth. Somewhat surprised she almost drops the apple in her hand as she apparently wasn't expecting anyone to be standing right in front of her door. but manages to catch it with some rather quick reflexes. Despite her small statue, it is clear she knows how to handle herself in a fight... more so then these clowns.

"I said, that ain't your hovel anymore. Come on, will get you patched up at the temple." Therm turns to another adventure. "Quinn, run ahead and see if you can get someone who knows how to patch his condition."

The man takes off in a light jog towards the temple now roughly 500 feet away. Soon he fades from view as he makes his way into the Temple of Lathander. A minute or two later the other three appear to make it inside the temple without any other incident.

[jpsuchecki1]

Maewyn

"Barth, that ain't your hovel anymore."

"What's that Therm?"

You hear few voices say as you close the turn to close the door and almost run straight into a man who clearly wasn't standing there when you looked out the window. The surprise causes you to loose control of the apple in your mouth but you quickly grab it with your hand with lightning reflexes.

In front of you seems a rather green fighter carrying a bokken. If it wasn't for his back fixed in your direction, you might have assumed he was here for either yourself or Miss Weatherby but quickly dismiss either scenario as unlikely. Instead, you assume he is some kind of student or an acolyte at one of the fighter training camps around town. Next to him appears be three other adventures types perhaps regretting their decision to hire someone so green for their services. At least they have real weapons. As you get a better look you notice all four of them look like they got in some sort of fight. While bruises clearly begin to form over all there bodies, you note it strange that despite their appearance, they have no cuts, slashes, or puncture marks. Across the street you notice the crier and the crowd gathered to hear his message making enquires for more details.

The spectacle would have been enough to make anyone turn in walk away, but none of that stood out more than the battle-hardened knight which stood watching it all not too far away. Out of everyone here the towering tiefling in charred royal armor was clearly someone not to mess with. The people who did pass him, passed him quickly and as far away as possible. As you wonder what exactly is going on the conversation continues.

"I said, that ain't your hovel anymore. Come on, will get you patched up at the temple." Says a man as he turns to another adventure. "Quinn, run ahead and see if you can get someone who knows how to patch his condition."

The man takes off in a light jog towards the temple now roughly 500 feet away. Soon he fades from view as he makes his way into the Temple of Lathander. A minute or two later the other three appear to make it inside the temple without any other incident.

[Holy-hunter]

”For your services ma’lady.” Borgn says with honeyed words, a deep lavish bow and a well trained smile.
He hands Pea a full gold piece.

”I am Lord Giulson, and I shall see to this task. Have a fine day. I look forward to sharing my tale with you soon.“

With that Borgn heads towards the site of commotion.

[Spore]

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Amros, Tiefling outcast (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2491145)
Tiefling Fighter
AC: 16 HP: 11/11
PP: 11 PIv: 10 PIs: 10
Conditions: cowled and costumed
Concentration: -

The halfling woman was peculiar. She carried herself with certainty and swiftness, yet seemed a lot sturdier than her small-sized kin. The blackened knight was happy with his silent role as a watcher, but he knew if it came to it, he would struggle to handle two warriors on his own. He wasn't particularly seasoned, and usually his scavenged gear gave him the upper hand in a scrap. As thus, he hastened his step to arrive next to Marwyn.

May I help you with anything, milady? his pleasant soprano voice reverberates in his helmet. These ruffians are heading for the temple, I hope they did not bother you much? If you are alright, I invite you to aid me in following them. They seem like decent folk, but their fervor getting into the sealed Manor might spell trouble for many people today. Amros wasn't usually this open about things, but with rumors these days, she would know by early afternoon.

[jpsuchecki1]

Borgin

"Th....thank you kind sir." Pea manages to stutter as she further blushes with embarrassment. As you head out the door you hear her mention something about getting a new dress quite possibly to show Ames.

Once outside, you feel a slight breezes blow off the water in the direction of the port. A few of the larger ships are being loaded with textiles and other trade goods off for trade to unknown destinations. While the port looks unusually busy with the daily activity, you know that is not your destination. Instead you decide to go through the commercial district which heads straight to castle gate. Merchant's on both sides of the road have opened small stalls to peddle fruits, spices, nuts, textiles, meat, sweets, and pretty much everything you could imagine. As you pass through the smaller section, small stalls are replaced with buildings which house weapon shops, jewelry and fine art, pharmaceuticals, and magic spells. You notice one of the smaller shops even sells magical items. A quick glance in the window shows a magical Lute which catches your eye....Perhaps another time.

As you approach the castle gate the area appears to split off into three different directions in a community square. A sign written in common points back towards you saying sellin district. To the left it points livin/temple district. To the right makin/sailin district. A sign straight ahead even though it is quite obvious says castle.

A crier surrounded by a crowd shouts his message.

"Calling all adventures! Do you seek fame? Do you seek fortune? Do you love your city? The Great King Helkiem beckons all those brave enough to answer the call of the Founder's Stone. If ye believe yourself worthy, assemble your team to the castle gates and present yourself to the captain of the guard for inspection."

This is already old information to you and you decide to make your way to the castle. Once through the gates you notice groups of adventures standing in line in front of the Captain of the Guard. At first nothing appears to be happening, if anything it looks quite boring. What you normally would come to expect from the showboating and posturing of adventures seems to be absent from this group as if someone put them all in their place.

After a moment, another group of adventures comes out of the castle along with a royal official. The official addresses the crowd.

"The next group may approach."

The group that walked out of the castle passes you by and you are able to get a good look at them.

Make a perception check

[Holy-hunter]

Borgn’s mind hungered for the lute he passed in the shop. Why did fate tease him so...
Arriving at the castle he focused on the task at hand. He pulled up his hood, tucked away his signet ring into a pocket, and dropped his necklace beneath his shirt. It was a tough decision but Borgn had decided not to broadcast his identity, seeing no fame or elevation coming to his name for simply trying, nor would any favour be gained to his cause for failing. No, the people would know of his glory once he was done and held the founders stone.
Then, and only then, would his families name be restored amongst the common people and his parents could finally be proud of him.

Without even thinking, as he looked around the crowd, his fingers came to his instrument, finding the familiar placeholders to which they belonged, and danced their elegant dance with graceful fluidity.

Perception [roll0]
Perform [roll1]

[Vianceit]

The halfling was surprised when she was stopped short, but quickly took in everything that was going on. When the armored man stepped forward she gave him a cautious once over. When he spoke, she listened up until she heard mention of the Manor being opened. A place of mysteries, with a history that would point toward possible treasures and equally probable apparitions. Her mind reeled, at what discoveries could be found inside where things perched between the veil of life and death (if rumors were to be believed). To think of the business she could drum up with such a reputation.

Looking up at the knight she gave him a polite nod, "If what you speak of the Manor is true, I'll travel with you and you can tell me what else you know along the way. First if you'd kindly stand out here a moment." With that she spryly turned on her heel and rushed inside to pack. Her armored acquaintance could likely here the sound of doors opening and closing followed by an excited by exasperated Maewyn trying to explain to her hard-of-hearing landlady what was going on.

She reappeared promptly with a pack strapped to her back and a look of determination.

[Spore]

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Amros, Tiefling outcast (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2491145)
Tiefling Fighter
AC: 16 HP: 11/11
PP: 11 PIv: 10 PIs: 10
Conditions: cowled and costumed
Concentration: -

Slightly flabbergasted at the politeness and swift response, Amros seems a bit stunned, but tries to cover his surprise with brooding silence. After a while he responds. I want to check on those men first. Then we go to the castle. The groups are roughly four to five people each, so I assume the guard doesn't let lesser people pass.

Amros swiftly follows through on his check, but returns if nothing comes of it.

Basically if Nigel doesn't post, I assume we are going directly back. If he does want to join later on, I assume he just follows us.

[jpsuchecki1]

Borgn

As the adventures pass you by you notice a few things. First, they are pretty beat up. You're not sure who or what put them in this state, but it seems like given the state of their weapons (or lack of state is more like it) they obviously got more than they gave. The second thing you notice is though these adventures are carrying a sword, an axe, and a quarterstaff, their wounds don't match any of those type of weapons. If you had to guess (especially with someone of your background) it looks more like they got in a bar room brawl.

The next thing you notice is few even have a dazed and confused look on their face like they are not quite sure what happened. One of them is so out of it, you might have guessed he was drunk further supporting your theory of the bar room brawl, but you can't imagine the castle doing some kind of test in a bar.... no that would be silly....

The last thing you notice about the group is a snidbit of a conversation they are having. It was rather loud but you clearly heard one of them let off a soft moan and another respond with the following statement:

"Don't worry Grog, we can git patched at the temple."

As they fade from your view, you realize that a group of adventures is going to be your fastest way into the Manor. You take out your instrument in an attempt to prove your worth. You start your song and dance. It isn't your best work, but you know it should at least please one of the groups here. You assume you are being successful when one of the adventures from the back of the line comes running towards you. Thinking an invitation is in mind clarity turns to confusion when met with the following statement:

"You tryin to get us kick out?"

Before you can respond, the Captain of the Guard comes up and says, "We having another issue here?

Maewyn and Amros

Both of you walk towards the temple somewhat at ease happy to have someone who at least gives the appearance of knowing what they are doing in combat. Your double imposing figures makes it a rather lonely walk except for the strange companionship you have found in each other. As you reach the steps leading up to the temple you are greeted in the form of a statue of a towering male figure holding a new born baby to the sky while sporting a Morningstar. Adorn on the temple walls are flags of sorts consisting of a red background with the outline of the sun. Shortly after walking though the door you are greeted by a young human wearing what appears to be white frock edged in gold lace. He greets you.

"May the Morninglord greet you on this fine day adventures. My name is Cali, an Awakened. How may I be of service to you today?"


Inside, pews line either side of the main aisle. As it is early morning, a worship service seems to be going on filled with acolytes, priest, and some locals of the community. A quick scan of the building does not reveal the adventures you watch walk into the building, but given the current state of the service, there being moved to another location seems like the most likely explanation.

[Holy-hunter]

A startled Borgn turns to the guard. “Another?” Borgn questions in return with a puzzled look. “This man is simply mistaken, your services will not be required here good sir. Thank you for your efforts.” Borgn nods solemnly.

Turning to the erratic man he speaks firmly but kindly. “As I said friend, you appear to be mistaken. I have no idea what you are talking about.”

[Spore]

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Amros, Tiefling outcast (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2491145)
Tiefling Fighter
AC: 16 HP: 11/11
PP: 11 PIv: 10 PIs: 10
Conditions: cowled and costumed
Concentration: -

The guard may send half a dozen ruffians to be patched up from infighting before the castle. I...we are just here for a short moment to make sure they are not giving you any trouble. Amros shuffles uncomfortably, nudging Maewyn forward a bit.

[LuckyStrike]

Wrench looked around and sighed. He didn't know what he was doing.

He stood there for a good while, eventually reaching with his fingers down his breastpocket and liberating a thick half smoked cigar. He produced a spark and small flame with a small tinderstick that he casually threw aside after lighting his cigar. He dragged in deep and hard a couple of times activating the cigar as intended and quickly produced a thick billowing cloud of smoke around him. He inhaled, and savoured the moment for a bit, before walking over to the guards.

'Ahoy!' He said with hopeful enthusiasm. 'He handed the letter of employment to the closest guard and looked at them.

'I believe this is the place? Have you seen anyone around? I've never actually met my employer in person, so I was hoping to meet them here.'

[jpsuchecki1]

Borgn

The Captain sizes you up a moment, quite possibly to see if you are being truthful. Deciding that no harm had happened, he give you the benefit of the doubt and dismisses the other man back to his team.

"We have had some trouble with adventures causing a stir in the process of inspection. Those teams have been disqualified automatically. King Helkiem expects a tight ship both on and off the seas. If you're here for inspection, registration requires groups numbering between 3-6. These groups have already registered...."

He pauses for a moment considering if he should let you know the next information.

I did see a lone knight about ten minutes ago who didn't appear to be fixed to any group. It appeared he head towards the temple district. He seemed to be following a group of adventures on their way to Temple Lathander."

[jpsuchecki1]

Wrench

You're sudden and quick introduction spooks the already unsettled guards. The smaller one looks like he is ready to bolt at the first sign of trouble. He manages to stammer out..

"Em.. Employer? I...I thought... I thought we were expectin a group. Where is the the team your hitched to."

Before you can reply the guard you gave the letter to turns to the smaller one and says, "Did you break yet Odebiden? I was runnin and didn't get a chance of it. I'll toss a silver if you nab us grub while I keep the look."

It's at this point he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a silver piece. Odebiden, relieved to either eat a pretty upscale meal or perhaps just get away from the Manor for a while gladly takes off while calling back, "I'll bring ya something back Roye."

As soon as he's gone Roye turns to you and says,

"We were anxious you might shoo up with a group before coming here. We had to be careful about what we put in the missive. Pryin eyes in all. Now that you're here, I can give you the rest of the words our employer wants done. Get in. Get the princesses' neck piece. Get back to me for drop off location. It's too bad some of our best thieves have attempted that lock Helkiem had fixed and found it nay impossible. You're willing to chance a look, but its one of the most finesse locks I've seen."

He stops a second to stare at the door before continuing.

"So it looks more like smash and grab than cloak and dagger. Seems like it best you find a group and try to pass inspection. We're doublin up with some other ventures, but so far no one's made it my way."

He takes another second to look down the road just to be sure.

"Alas we haven't had had much a time gettin the particulars. Captain keepin it all hush hush. Managed to get down the hall where inspection happin but didn't see anythin worth anythin. Looked more like a trainin area. On my way here I minded a lass and porter boy goin on about a test, but I reckin he was just in it for a peck." He chuckles a bit. "Didn' look he git it either. "

Make an insight check

[jpsuchecki1]

Maewyn and Amros

Cali sensing your uneasiness decides to jump in.

The church of Lathander thanks you concern. I just directed that group to one of our best clerics. I believe them to be no threat, but if I had to guess it appeared their memories have been modified. One of their number in particular seemed to have a heavier dose than the others. Most likely didn't stick the first time around. I hear that jester King Helkiem employees as a talent for it. Just in case, I'll have a temple guard check in on them."

Cali starts to move but stops for a second. As he turns back it looks like he is trying to hide a smile.

"I say, do you two plan to present yourselves for inspection?"

Maewy and Amros make an insight check

Drakeburn sent me a DM saying he had a RL situation going on and would post by today. If he doesn't I'll just move him along until he can catch up.

[LuckyStrike]

Wrench

Wrench shrugged and was going to apologise, say that he must have misunderstood but the other guard sent the first one away.

Trying to keep his face neutral he nodded as Roye explained the details. Wrench hoped he wasn't getting in too deep with these unsavoury folks, that halfling had sure paid the price and that wasn't exactly his idea of a good time. But as Roye finished up his musings about some folks getting it on Wrench had already made up his mind.

'I hear ya.' He said, while in fact he'd already stopped listening as he turned around. 'Thanks pal. Drinks on me if this goes right.'

Wrench quickly made his way back down in search of a group to latch on to.

[Holy-hunter]

“Don’t much trust tieflings.” Borgn says to the guard, giving a little shrug. “and they’re heading the wrong way anyway.”
In truth he felt sympathy for such creatures. Struggling himself being part elf he could only imagine how much worse it would be to be part devil.

“Surely not everyone has been causing trouble though, any famous names come to enroll, has your trained eye noticed any talent?”

[jpsuchecki1]

Amros

In a very uncharacteristic moment, you catch a glint of which you have observed before in your time in the ranks. You have seen soldiers with this expression throw others under the cart just to get ahead. While many would confuse this type of expression with greed, you know it better as ambition.

Borgn

The Captain stops and thinks for a moment.

"Well, it is always hard to tell with adventuring types. Some move on from military as a way to make ends while others just seem to have picked up a sword for the first time. If you're looking for quantity, I would just wait around for the next group, but if you want skill that knight I mentioned might be your best bet."

As he is summing up his thoughts another group comes out of the castle beaten up in a similar manner as the last one. The same royal official escorts them out and says, "The next group may approach."

The Captain does a quick turn to check the situation.

"If there is nothing else, I need to get back to my post."

[Spore]

https://i.imgur.com/Sw0ys7S.jpg
https://i.imgur.com/eg8wohq.jpg
Amros, Tiefling outcast (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2491145)
Tiefling Fighter
AC: 16 HP: 11/11
PP: 11 PIv: 10 PIs: 10
Conditions: cowled and costumed
Concentration: -

Amros shrugs. What if we were? The iron knight feels a bit on the spot. This was why brooding mysterious heroes rarely conversed with people. Come my friend. We are not longer needed here. Hoping Maewyn would follow and not question his decision in front of the judgmental cleric.

Once outside, he would apologize. Sorry Maewyn for pulling you into this. But where are my manners, my name is Resilience. I would be honored to know your name, milady. We are too few to take this mission on, so we should meet a few more potential candidates. Amros is ready to press onto the castle.

[jpsuchecki1]

Maewyn and Amros

Annoyed with the acolyte you give what you believe to be the last word and head on out the temple. As you turn to leave you notice the acolyte seems to be stunned with the unexpected response. Walking out the temple the road appears as empty it was before save for a lone dwarf smoking a cigar as he walks on. Up in the distance you notice another group of adventures walking through the residential district, quite possibly for the same reason as the first: temple healing.

It was here Amros remember his manners: "Sorry Maewyn for pulling you into this. But where are my manners, my name is Resilience. I would be honored to know your name, milady. We are too few to take this mission on, so we should meet a few more potential candidates."

Maewyn goes to respond but both of you are interrupted by Cali who appears to have composed himself enough to come after you.

"I mean no disrespect Sir Knight, but I happen to know of a cleric who might be able to assist you, if your interested I could go fetch him."

Wrench

Suspecting nothing afoot you move on. As you turn to walk away Roye calls out:

"On you then. The sooner if you can. If you see Odebiden tell him to double-time. This place gives me the willies enough with two."

You don't have much choice but to walk back the way you came unless you feel like cliff diving into the big blue and swimming. The thought does cross your mind considering the stairs up, but who knows how far the shore is and those rocks at the bottom looked pretty sharp. Fortunately, whoever made these stairs, while long, made them pretty even and wide so no one but the most clumsy would have to worry about tumbling down them.

As you walk down the stairs you see the castle in the distance. It looks like the most direct route there is through the temple/residential district. From here the area doesn't look too busy, most people out and about would be in the market or port area as this time. You imagine with all that is going on the castle might be busy, but nothing else should give you any trouble. As you finally make it down the stairs you arrive at the first set of temples.

As someone who spent a lot of time in Ai you're well familiar with the deities that line the main temple street. The first one on the right is the second largest in the city: A temple dedicated to Helm. It was one of the first buildings built once King Helkiem came to rule Ai. The best Stonecutters, Engineers, and Mages made it construction possible in just 2.5 years; a feat unheard of anywhere else in the city, quite possibly the world. On the left stood the temple Ilmater. Word was the current Captain of the Guard was one of the best students ever to graduate from that temple and pledged his oath to the King direct after graduating.

From there stood most of the smaller temples. On the left down from temple Ilmater were temple Lliira, Azuth, and Milil. On the right down from the temple Helm were temple Sune, Selune, Savras, and the largest temple in town: Temple Lathander. As you walk down the streets your suspicions about its busyness seem to be confirmed. No one is headed this way except for some acolytates coming back from the market with daily provisions. You are almost to the residential district before you notice anything at all. It is at that time two figures walkout of temple Lathanader. A strange well-armored figure and a formable red-headed halfling. You Recall Lathander normally does worship early in the morning and don't think it strange. In fact, you almost dismiss the event until you hear the following statement come in their direction:

"I mean no disrespect Sir Knight, but I happen to know of a cleric who might be able to assist you, if your interested I could go fetch him."

Perception and Religion checks. Make sure to label them.

[LuckyStrike]

Wrench

He eyed the armored figure and halfling woman for a moment, they looked promising. Wrench was also feeling the workout from his morning walk, and by all accounts his day just started so he figured he'd go try his luck as he didn't feel much for going around being picky.

He threw his hood back and revealed his bald head. He tried to come across as jovial as possible and flashed a smile through his greasy beard. 'Top of the morning to you both' He said as he winked innocently at Maewyn.
His cloak and coat were usually covering his leather armor, the many pockets it had and all the other tools he had on him, but somehow raising his hand revealed a hint of professionalism hidden under this cover. A hint of crossbow, well treated leathers.. Wrench himself may be a sorry excuse for a dwarf, but he took pride in his gear at the very least.

'You two wouldn't happen to be gearing up for the Manor on this fine day?' He continued innocently. 'My group chose to get drunk instead, they were more liking the idea then actually planning to follow through seems like.' He shrugged. 'Guess I'm the fool, all dressed up and nowhere to go.'

[Spore]

https://i.imgur.com/Sw0ys7S.jpg
https://i.imgur.com/eg8wohq.jpg
Amros, Tiefling outcast (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2491145)
Tiefling Fighter
AC: 16 HP: 11/11
PP: 11 PIv: 10 PIs: 10
Conditions: cowled and costumed
Concentration: -

With the cleric:
Do you now? Amros was intrigued, but also a bit hesitant. He did enjoy the healing ministrations of the divine back after the botched assault, but did not like their sanctimonious demeanor. Everything was thought out to be guided by the gods. In their eyes, it was impossible a man create make his own fortune, carve his own future.




With Nigel:
A short while later, outside the temple. The Iron Knight silently judged the dwarf. He was indeed a greasy miscreant, but apparently gave his gear more care than himself. Amros knew dwarves from back in the war. They only truly had lost it if they let their gear fall into disrepair. You may be right, master dwarf. But only under two circumstances will we accept your help. I want you to accept all group members regardless of upbringing or origin. Second, you might be tempted into loyalty for your former allies. If we are to be a group, I demand commitment.

[Holy-hunter]

Borgn

The Captain stops and thinks for a moment.

"Well, it is always hard to tell with adventuring types. Some move on from military as a way to make ends while others just seem to have picked up a sword for the first time. If you're looking for quantity, I would just wait around for the next group, but if you want skill that knight I mentioned might be your best bet."

As he is summing up his thoughts another group comes out of the castle beaten up in a similar manner as the last one. The same royal official escorts them out and says, "The next group may approach."

The Captain does a quick turn to check the situation.

"If there is nothing else, I need to get back to my post."

Borgn raises a rueful eyebrow. “Yes. One last thing, what is happening in there?”he asks, studying the group and peering at the castle from which they came.
“Surely what ever this process is that is going on here is elaborate and unnecessary. I mean what’s stopping anyone from just going anyway?”

[LuckyStrike]

Wrench

Wrench raised an eyebrow. He expected the halfling to do the talking and was taken aback by the intimidating figure and his directness. He nodded though, and thoughtfully stroked his beard as he replied.

'My youngest daughter is with a Half-Orc, my grandfather claims to share lineage with a dragon and I have a cousin who ran off with a halfling fluteplayer. They're all welcome during the holidays, mostly because my wife invites them and I don't have a say in the matter, but once they're all there it's good times. Myself I'd rather sit in a room alone, on a stool in the dark, with an ale.. but my point is I'm not the racist scum I maybe once was. Life has a funny way of changing perspectives I suppose.'

He pulled his coat around his armor, his gear disappeared from view, and continued talking.

'On the matter of loyalty I can say this. You have my back? I have yours. Those other fools didn't even have the mettle to show up, what loyalty do I owe them? But I hear you, loud and clear. You have my word, I shall commit. People call me Wrench, pleased to meet you.'

He continued with them, exchanging pleasantries as they went along, but he made a mental note to be careful around the knight. He didn't seem the type that would take kindly to whatever it was Wrench had made of himself.

[jpsuchecki1]

Wrench

As you walk up to meet the figures standing at the temple you pass what you know quite well to be Lathander. You must have seen this statue a 100 times, but as you pass it a thought occurs to you. You take a quick glance down the street to confirm it but it's there. None of temples here honor the evil deities. Even the neutral deities seem to be of lawful types. Not that you care about it anyway, but as someone who has lived in this town a while, you know they existed in the past. When did that change happen? Come to think of it, things seem to be harder for someone in your profession. It seems like someone really is cleaning up this town. Perhaps not completely a bad thing in the long run, but still, never hurts for a thief to take extra precautions.

Moving forward towards your target it becomes more clear they are certainly two people who could handle themselves in a battle. You do find it strange one of them is wearing full armor (helm in all) in the middle of the city, but as someone used to secrets, it doesn't really bother you. The voice you heard clearly belonged to a young acolyte of the temple. The young acolyte seems like a bit of a nuisance, but he runs off almost as quickly as he comes.

He tells the two, "Give me a moment, and I will fetch him."

Wrench, Maewyn and Amros

As you spend the few minutes exchanging names and pleasantries, Cali returns with a human male dressed for adventure. His pack bears the mark of the sun matching the flags hanging outside the temple.

Cali speaks quickly, "May I introduce to you Nigal Ironshard: a Dawnbringer. I hope you may find his services most useful. Now if you excuse me, I must attend to my duties as service is about to be completed. May the Morninglord bless you on your journey."

As Cali departs, Nigel takes stalk of the group. He seems rather surprised to see a dwarf, but not bothered by it. As he speaks, you notice he speaks of one who received a private education.

"Good morning m'lady, fellow adventures. My....associate informed me of your plans to present yourself for inspection as a way to gain entry Jezabaal Manor. If you'll have me, I humbly offer my services as a Dawnbringer."

Borgn

If the Captain were less serious of a man you might have expected him to snort or roll his in answering your final question. Instead he slightly tweeks his nose as if to say, "Fat chance." His voice however, is more collected.

"Excursions into the Manor have already been done weeks leading up to today's inspection. Both my mentor and his predecessor led two separate groups into Manor, with neither having returned. Out of the many who have gone in, only one has come back and I heard he spouted so much nonsense they had to modify his memory to protect him from his on insanity. Therefore, the king ordered a special lock to be fixed on the door. They say Mask himself couldn't pick that lock.

So, to answer your question, yes the process is necessary. As for inspection, I am not a liberty to share those details. If you choose to participate, you will see soon enough. Only a group worthy of inspection will receive the key."

With that he turns on his heel and moves back to his post.

[Drakeburn]

https://i.pinimg.com/originals/20/df/b4/20dfb4b5096190150cc0f69133d81dfc.jpg
Nigel Ironshard (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2490827)
Human Cleric
AC: 18 HP: 12/12
Passive Perception: 16
Conditions: -
Concentration: -

This was definitely not how Nigel expected this day to turn out, but he doesn't allow that surprise to show on his face.

[Spore]

https://i.imgur.com/Sw0ys7S.jpg
https://i.imgur.com/eg8wohq.jpg
Amros, Tiefling outcast (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2491145)
Tiefling Fighter
AC: 16 HP: 11/11
PP: 11 PIv: 10 PIs: 10
Conditions: cowled and costumed
Concentration: -

The turn of events does put a smile on Amros' face, although you cannot see it due to his iron mask. Hah! It is one thing to throw a few volunteers at the manor, but another thing entirely to risk the life of an ordained and blessed priest of the temple. I think this means either you have a death wish, or the high priest is certain we can succeed.

The knight pulls the helmet from his horned face, revealing a bundle of white hair and a red face freckled with what you assume is gemstones and lizard-like scales. How he put his horns into the helmet is another thing you wonder about, but not the most pressing matter now. I do not normally do this, but you deserve to see my face and know my name. I am Amros. He bows elegantly. My kind is doused in rumors, we are greeted with rancor. Amros looks around if his presence is greeted with further hostility. He pulls up the hood of his cloak, feeling suddenly very out of place.

If you are fine travelling with us, with me, we can certainly welcome a Dawnbringer in our midst.

[Holy-hunter]

Borgn farewells the Captain and carries on playing music in between his mingling with the crowd and trying to talk to the disheveled crews leaving the castle.
Knowledge was power and the more he could learn, the better.

Performance [roll0]
Persuasion [roll1]

[LuckyStrike]

https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/HarrowGrim/characters/54725156

Wrench, Dwarven scoundrel (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2491145)
Dwarf Rogue
AC: 15 HP: 11/11
Passive perception: 10 Passive Investigation: 13 Passive Insight: 10
Conditions: None at the moment

Wrench stood there dumbfounded as Amros took his helmet off but quickly collected himself and nodded agreeably. He was more and more nervous about what he was getting into. Risking lives? Priests and warriors? This smelled like it was getting more and more dangerous by the second and his mind was working overtime to gauge if the risk was worth the reward. What was the reward, he mused, but quickly came to the conclusion that if the risk was big.. surely the reward would be worth it.

He smiled and clapped his hands. 'Great! Let's do this!' He exclaimed enthusiastically. He was ready to go, not in the least because he wanted to get off the streets before someone he knew recognized him standing around with these people.

[Drakeburn]

https://i.pinimg.com/originals/20/df/b4/20dfb4b5096190150cc0f69133d81dfc.jpg
Nigel Ironshard (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2490827)
Human Cleric
AC: 18 HP: 12/12
Passive Perception: 16
Conditions: -
Concentration: -

Whatever surprise Nigel felt upon seeing Amros's face, he didn't show it on his cold expressionless face.
"I'd believe that it is the latter." Nigel said with a small smile.

"I would be honored to join all of you on your journey."

[jpsuchecki1]

Wrench, Amros, Nigel, and Maewyn

As it becomes clear that you would all be better taking on this task with each other than alone you decide to form up knowing you meet at least the bare minimum needed for inspection. As you exchange terms and build trust the temple bell rings indicating the dismissal of the crowd. Seeing as it would be best to not stick around here and not sure how the parishioners would react to a tiefling standing at their temple door, you do a quick check of your items (Amros dawns his helm) and you set back out towards the castle. As you enter the residential district Maewyn looks towards to door to the home as if to say goodbye, but does not say anything in the moment. Other than another beat up adventuring group to pass you by, nothing else of note happens in the area.

As you approach the square things become much busier with people moving in and out of the castle. Again, the crier is making his cries known, but by now most people in the crowd seem to be leaving him be save for a well-dressed man. You can't be sure who he is because his back is turned to you, but based on his clothing you assume he is an important royal official or a noble. Somewhere towards the castle music and song can be heard but from this point it is kind of hard to tell.

Approaching the gates reveals another beat up adventuring group on their way out and the source of the song and music: a bard. He seems to have attracted a small crowd of children and young adults who have walked in from the square. In line you see another group enter the castle leaving only two more groups in line.


Borgn

The Captain looks visibly annoyed but does not come over. You think as long as your following the exact wording of the rules and not the spirit on the rules you can pretty much do whatever you want. Lawful types are easy that way.

A few of the adventures in the line watch and laugh at your jokes but none of them make their way over to you. A few toss some coins in your direction (5 copper 2, silver). About a minute into playing children start to wander in from the square.

Shortly after that a noble figure walks out of the castle. His dress obviously indicates he is someone of importance, but you're not sure who. He says a quick word to the captain and then turns his attention to you. He watches sing and play as some older children start to gather. At first he seems intrigued by your abilities and your entertainment of the city's youth... and starts to approach you... that is until you hit a sour note. There he pauses, seems to make a face and turns and leaves the castle gates.

Not too much time later another group leaves the castle to what is now the familiar turn of the city official's statement: "The next group may approach." This now marks 2 groups left in line. As they leave, another adventuring party approaches the gates: a red-heading halfing, a dwarf in a cloak, some human religious type of the Lathander temple, and a knight in full armor.

[Spore]

https://i.imgur.com/Sw0ys7S.jpg
https://i.imgur.com/eg8wohq.jpg
Amros, Tiefling outcast (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2491145)
Tiefling Fighter
AC: 16 HP: 11/11
PP: 11 PIv: 10 PIs: 10
Conditions: cowled and costumed
Concentration: -

Amros leads the group fully cowled and disguised again. He marches in with due respect to rank and file, but he knows they are not soldiers, not anymore. As thus, he approaches the elven minstrel. He felt truly out of place here. Of course adventurer types were often eccentric, and he already had a colorful leadership. Excuse me, my friend. Do you have a clue which group is next? I assume your is the next in line, as you happened to arrive before us.

[LuckyStrike]

Wrench

Wrench fell in line and kept his head down. He scanned his surroundings but was otherwise more than comfortable to follow the knight and his quick growing group. He spotted the bard and kept looking at over there, but otherwise made no move towards him or anything else at the moment.

[Holy-hunter]

“Greetings armoured knight, I have been awaiting your return. I can do far more than simply tell you who is next, I can join you on your expedition. If you and your comrades will have me?”

With a humble bow he introduces himself and explains all he has observed and learned while waiting here. (Which isn’t much)

[Spore]

https://i.imgur.com/Sw0ys7S.jpg
https://i.imgur.com/eg8wohq.jpg
Amros, Tiefling outcast (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2491145)
Tiefling Fighter
AC: 16 HP: 11/11
PP: 11 PIv: 10 PIs: 10
Conditions: cowled and costumed
Concentration: -

There is such a thing as safety in numbers. We should look not to get our group too large because as we have witnessed twice now, armies do not fare well against the manor's barriers.

[jpsuchecki1]

You guys gather in line and wait for your turn. After about 10 minutes a well familiar royal official approaches and says the same well familiar phrase, "The next group may approach" Leaving only one group in front of you. Another group leaves this time carrying out of their number out the door beaten up pretty badly. As they walk by, a rather green looking adventure in the group in front of you looses what looks like his morning breakfast.

"Get it gathered Kit" one of their members say as they whack him on the back. Kit looks ready to puke again.

"I told you guys I wasn' ready for somethin like this. Can't we practice on something weak. I hear there be goblins raidin the country."

Another guy chimes in, "We never get a chance like this, it's now or never."

The Captain of the Guard speaks to the adventures standing in front of you: "There is a time to be brave and a time to take risk... Don't confuse recklessness for bravery. There is no shame in less risky pursuits."

The fighter looks at Kit and seems to think for a second. "Let's go check the board. I reckon Kit's right. No use being stupid if were not ready."

Kit looks to the fighter and smiles. "Thanks Labin. First round's on me tonight."

The thought of free boozes seems to cheer the other two adventures up. One of them responds happily, "Let's get us some goblin hide then" as they leave the castle gates. As they leave the Captain looks at them and smiles perhaps to say, 'wise choice' but makes no other comments. A few minutes later another adventuring group comes up and lines up behind you. At least this one looks better than the last few you have encountered. You don't have longer to ponder their existence because the door opens with the announcement of the royal official's all to familiar sentence: "The next group may approach" As you follow him in the previous group leaves.


As you enter the castle you are greeted to a grand staircase curving down to the left and the right. The large doors directly in front of you seem to part them as if whatever is behind them is the most important thing in the castle. Fixed above the door is a landing leading to an equally impressive set of doors. On the walls hang impressive tapestries depicting a gold crest on a field of burgundy. Two statues stand between the next to the banisters depicting a man well known to the people of Ai. He is their savior, their hero, their redeemer. He is King Helkiem. Though your not completely sure, similar statues appear to line the wall sitting on top of the landing. To the right and left of the entrance sit similar doors.

As you gather in, the royal official shuts the doors motions to the right and says, "Follow me." He leads through the doors to the right into what looks like a long hallway lined with suits of armor. At least twice you pass two other doors (Both to the left) but the official keeps his course: the doors at the end of the hall. As you enter those doors the hallway becomes a rather large training room. Across the room appears to be another door. To the left appears to be a different crest mounted about 3/4 way up the wall flanked by two suits of armor. To the right windows let in natural light. An orchard of some type can be seen with leaves swaying in the wind. Below the windows stand two weapons racks. One completely empty, the other filled with bokkens and other wooden weapons. There appears to even be wooden daggers and axes.

"Place your weapons and items on the rack please." The royal official gestures to the open rack. As you do so, the official explains what is going on.

"Welcome to inspection. What stands before you is a test of skill and a test of strength. The initial assault of the Manor proved to be unsuccessful with heavy causalities. Intelligence reports of the Manor indicate that it will take skill, cunning, and endurance to conquer. Therefore our scholars designed the following test to make sure anyone we send into the Manor will be able to handle anything they encounter while inside. You goal: Complete the test of strength. You do not need to pass the test of skill to win, but it will be easier to win if you complete it. "

He stops for a second and gestures to the door on the other side of the room. That is the sparing room. Inside that room these weapons (he gestures to the bokkens) will simulate battle damage without battle scaring. For everyone's protection, please use one of those weapons. If you do not obey this rule, you will automatically be disqualified. To signify you are ready, step on the rune in the middle of the room. Best of luck."

With that he walks out the door you came in.

Everyone make perception checks
A marching order into the room would be nice
Go ahead and roll initiative

[Holy-hunter]

Looking at the bokkens, Borgn wonders loudly. ”Interesting, but these don’t look like they would cause the sickness. I wonder what did.” he looks around trying to understand. Musing on what he had seen and what he already knew. He was hesitant to step on the rune.



Perception [roll0]
Initiative [roll1]
Medicine [roll2]
Investigation [roll3]

[jpsuchecki1]

You all take a moment to take stock of your situation. Maewyn and Amros suspicions quickly turn to the weapon rack. Borgn and Nigel's attention both lingers on the rack, then quickly turns towards the door you came in as the official leaves. Wrench is the most curious of the four of you and takes a quick 360 of the room, however for some reason he moves to the only wall which seems to offer nothing of note.

Amros

As you stare at the weapon rack you notice a wooden great sword and a wood glaive. Other than that you nothing out of the ordinary except for the the information already given to you.

Nigel and Borgn

As the man closes the door, you hear a slight click indicating a lock sliding into place. You go over in check it and find it is indeed locked. Borgn your musing about the 'sickness' does not at this time offer any solutions

Wrench

The is something about that wall below the crest that cracks. You're quite sure of it. It just looks off somehow. As you inspect it closer you're pretty sure it could be moved to open, though if you had to guess due to the debris and dust in those cracks it hasn't been opened in quite some time.

Roll investigation. If you want to share your suspicions with the others you can roll with advantage

[Spore]

https://i.imgur.com/Sw0ys7S.jpg
https://i.imgur.com/eg8wohq.jpg
Amros, Tiefling outcast (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2491145)
Tiefling Fighter
AC: 16 HP: 11/11
PP: 11 PIv: 10 PIs: 10
Conditions: cowled and costumed
Concentration: -

Amros was looking at the captain menacingly as much as one could with a helmet on. This felt trivial, futile even. Do you really think these playthings can emulate slaughter on the real battlefield? I have ... read reports, I have spoken with friends and family of casualties. I do not think playing knight and orc is a very good use of our time.

You can hear a muffled sigh from behind the helmet. You're the boss. he says as he draws a wooden greatsword. He does not leave his own blades, for fear of trickery or closer inspection. He tried filing of the royal emblems off of them, but he was certain the guard already realized his armor was of army make.

[Madmal]

Rennard
The large dragonborn just gives a slight shrug as they move to exchange their items in the rack. "A hassle, for sure. But guess one each team hasss ran first." They pick the wooden rapier and twirls it between their fingers. "In mae case, having to deal with a pokking stick 'nstead of an oar". Rennard then moves closer to the circle, readiying the shield as well.