Lotar Blackiron |
Lotar looks at Varian as they stroll to the ticket booth, then the ring toss booth. Well, lad, hokey spells and arcane nonsense are no match for good steel at yer side, that's fer sure. Good to know yer not some fool that throws yer life at any pile o'coin that comes along. His eyes harden for a beat.
Lotar points at the ring toss. Let's see what ye've got!
Varian Crestfallen |
"Prepare another five rings, good sir, This is the test run. Hahahahaha!" says Varian as the man hands him the five rings. He takes his time, weighting them carefully.
First Ring: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Second Rong: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Third Ring: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
Fourth Ring: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Fifth Ring: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
"Mmmm... I see." he puts another silver over the booth and says "Last opportunity, this time is the time."
First Ring: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Second Rong: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Third Ring: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
Fourth Ring: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Fifth Ring: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Lotar Blackiron |
After Varian's second attempt, Lotar steps up. That's no' bad, lad. 'Ere, I'll show ye how ta do it.
First Ring: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
Second Ring: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Third Ring: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Fourth Ring: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
Fifth Ring: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Lotar grimaces after missing the last one. Shouldn't'ae had that last pint. That toss was off, and me accent's showing somethin' awful right now.
GM Roycilo |
Upon arriving at the Strength competition, something that hasn't happened to Kearra in a while occurs. She is flirted with shamelessly by the man seated at the table checking in competitors. He is sitting at the registration table looking down, and mindlessly filling in paperwork. He speaks without looking up.
"Name?"
He pauses, but rather than wait for an answer looks up to see Kearra in front of him. He looks impressed.
"Name...and availability?"
He's obviously embarrassed, but putting himself out there.
When you get into the event, it will consist of three different checks, one for each round of the competition. First is a strength check, but feel free to roleplay with the man at the table (or not!) if you'd like.
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Varian and Lotar try their hands at the Ring Toss. Varian's first attempt unfortunately doesn't win him any prizes. However, his second go around impresses the man behind the counter, and he lays three prizes in front of Varian.
"Take yer pick! Yah did better then most, I'll give yeh that!"
The little open box contains three pieces of parchment, with a different picture on each. One has a dagger, one a chest, and one a chair. The barker explains that you pick your prize, and can redeem it at a prize booth. He points at it, located across the way. He also states that while he hasn't seen the prizes, they are supposed to be of rather good quality.
"Of course, the chest is a mystery item, so who knows what's in there!"
Lotar steps up, and makes an even better showing! The barker is suitably impressed, and sets a different opened box in front of Lotar. The parchment pieces in here are of a smoking vial, a scroll with bizarre symbols on it, and a third with what looks like a wristband upon a wrist. The barker makes a sly joke about the wristband being the prize, no hands included! The terrible joke draws a few looks from passers-by.
Also, I laughed at the accent line. That was gold, coming off the discussion of what accent to use.
Varian Crestfallen |
Varian watches as Lotar wipes the clean with him and slowly claps "Sir, you sure have masterful precission."
"I will take the chest, I love mysteries!" and smiling, goes with Lotar to redeem the prize.
Lotar Blackiron |
Lotar smiles broadly at Varian's compliment. He is immediately distracted by the parchment pieces. Hmm, some concoction, something I won't be able to read, and a (probably human-made) wrist-thing with a bad joke. I'd best try the wristband.
d100 in case it's appropriate for my prize as well: 1d100 ⇒ 8
GM Roycilo |
I'll remember that! Surprises are fun.
The two men make their way over to the prize booth. Unlike the majority of the other booths, it is actually a wooden building, with a few guards outside. The young lady behind the counter smiles and takes the pieces of parchment. Her eyes light up when she sees the two prizes, and quickly grabs a small pair of items. She sets a leather band, interlaced with bits of crimson and aquamarine ribbon in front of Lotar. She explains that it is a single use magic item, and how to use it. It's effectively a bracer-slot version of the Catching Cape. Then she picks up a small chest, maybe a foot by six inches in size. She sets the chest in front of Varian.
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The ladies make their way to the pairs dancing competition, which is in full swing. The contestants are in the midst of a fast dance. Think West-Coast Swing done to a Jazz Pop music. After this, there will be a free dance session for a few songs, and then the individual dance competition.
The free dance is open to the public, and the individual dance competition has a registration table if you'd like to enter.
GM Roycilo |
Upon opening the chest, Varian finds a strange assortment of prizes. There is an ancient coin, made of a metal that most people wouldn't be able to place. Thanks to his background, however, Varian is able to place the coin as an impure strain of mithril. The coin is faded, and has what appears to be elven script upon it. Also, he finds a small vial of a purple liquid, which has a small piece of parchment wrapped around it. It rests on a bed of baby chick down, soft and inviting. The parchment details that it was made by the Church of Erastil, and protects the imbiber of the liquid with the power of Faith Magic. It functions as a Potion of Shield of Faith +2.
Melanie Alexandra Feathermoon |
Melanie finds a tree to lean against with a good view of the stage, and smiles wistfully as she watches the dancers.
"I could never be so graceful. They look like they're floating together, don't they?"
She grins at Pasie and pushie as they arrive then speaks more quietly.
"We all have our secrets, and I'll keep yours if you'll let me. No more ale, however. You play the child's role, but that's not who you are. I am Melanie, recently of Kulgan's service. My gifts are odd, but they are mine, and I claim them."
She hesitates, then continues in a rush.
"I would still know what to name you, and perhaps, we might become friends? Magic can be lonely. If you prefer to be unrecognized, I will respect your choice, of course."
She stops talking, perhaps having gone too far.
Kearra |
Kearra laughs at the man's pass at her. "I'm not sure you could handle me but I'll give you a shot. Come to the Hare's Shanty after the circus tonight and we'll see how long your hips last," She says with a wink.
Without waiting for an answer, she walks confidently over to where the strength competition takes place.
Varian Crestfallen |
"Mithril... this... this is perfect." says Varian, now short of words "I feel lucky. Today will be a marvelous day." he ends with a smile, waiting for Lotar to go find the rest.
GM Roycilo |
The man at the table's jaw drops, and he watches Kearra walk away. One of the men nearby shuts his mouth for him.
She makes her way to where the competition is taking a place, a cleared square area. The other competitors line up, and leave a spot for Kearra. The first event is a deadlift, and everyone is given a large barbell with a large amount of weight on it. You are required to lift it five times, then weight is added, five more lifts, and so on until only one competitor remains.
This event is summed up by a strength check. This first one is quite easy.
Pasie Numari |
Pasie eyes the ground with a frown in response Melanie's words. "I don't think that getting to know each other is a good idea... Pushie can you go compete in the muscle contest while I try and win the dance contest?"
Are the competitions more than 100ft away from one another?
Lotar Blackiron |
Lotar turns the band over in his hands, inspecting it closely as the lady behind the counter explains it to him.
As she finishes, he says, Many thanks, lass, and turns to join Varian. Ooh, mithril! He might have the better prize!
He grins at the man's obvious excitement. Let's go see that strength contest, lad. I'd like to see if the old man or the she-orc can win it.
GM Roycilo |
No, actually closer to 50 feet. They are sharing a large portion of the town square. From one square to it's opposite is maybe 100 feet, so just stay in the middle of your section, and it's fine.
Pushie arrives just in time to sign up for the Strength Competition, and Lotar and Varian arrive as the first round is being explained to the crowd.
Go ahead and have him make a strength check for the first round.
Rolls for the other competitors:
Strength Check: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Strength Check: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Strength Check: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
Strength Check: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
Strength Check: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Strength Check: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Kearra has a good showing in the first round. She doesn't take an early lead, but three of the competitors drop out due to such a terrible showing. The second portion of the competition is a strength endurance test. The contestants each pick up a thin metal bar, and hold it fully extended over their heads for as long as possible.
Kearra, this will entail simply taking 20 on a strength check, with a Fortitude Save at the end. Taking 20 nets you a 24, yes? Go ahead and make that Fort Save! As for Pushie, taking 20 is a 23, I believe? Same thing, one Fort Save please!
GM Roycilo |
Yes, the other competitors are all obviously men of strength. The only female competitor is Kearra.
Pushie does as well as the rest of the competitors, and seems in rare form. Kearra does remarkably well, though she is starting to feel fatigued by the end. However, as the strongest competitor, she still lasts long enough to not be eliminated. It is now down to four competitors. Each competitor is given an axe, and is instructed to chop a large log as fast as possible. Points are awarded based on who finishes first, second, and third. Prizes are awarded for the top three placers, based on a sum total of performance from the three events.
GM Roycilo |
When the dust has settled on the strength competition, the audience is quiet. The announcer fumbled for a moment, then announces the winners.
"Um...well, I...uh...didn't expect this to turn out the way it did. In third place, we have Tig Everson! Tig wins a ticket to the Grand Finale Performance at the Circus"
He points at one of the competitors, who had a good showing during the event.
"In second place, the only female competitor this year! She showed up the boys, that's for sure! Kearra takes second place! Kearra wins a ticket as well, and a magic wristband!"
He looks again at the crowd, pausing for dramatic tension.
"But in first place, we have our winner. The most elder...uh, seasoned, that is, competitor of the event is also our winner! He's registered under the name...um...Pushie, but obviously that's just a nickname for the tough old guy! Mr. Pushie wins a pair of tickets, and a stay at the inn of his choice tonight, paid for by the city itself!"
The crowd cheers. The winners are called to the stage to receive their prizes.
Kearra |
"Ha!" Kearra shouts with a good-natured laugh. "Looks like I was too drunk for this competition! Good on ya, Pushie."
She yanks the bracers from the contest-giver and tries them. After they magically resize to fit her, she tests them out with a basic punching routine against the wall. "Yeah, these will do."
GM Roycilo |
The table taking applicants for the dance competition is manned by two young women. One of the young women, a teenage brunette, is helping someone already. The other, a blonde girl of perhaps thirteen years, waves at Melanie and Pasie.
"Come on over if you want to participate! Sign up for the individual dance competition is free!"
Varian Crestfallen |
Varian accompanies Lotar and sits, excited to see the competition "You know, master Dwarf... except for harvest festivals I've never seen dances. Least as a competition."
Lotar Blackiron |
Aye, what's to compete? They're all just prancin' around. He takes a sip of beer and nonetheless watches intently as the competitors prepare to begin.
Tho I heard in Lemygrad there's a "metal dance" competition, where the band plays steel drums, sheets of copper, zithars with steel strings, and so on, hard as they can, and the last lad 'oos not pushed off the floor or knocked over wins. He shrugs.
Wonder if that Kearra'll knock anyone over?