Inception without Consequence

Game Master Roycilo

A mysterious vision leads a group of strangers on a quest fraught with danger, and filled with classic adventuring clichés.

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30th of Erastus, Midday:
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The 30th of Erastus is Founder's Day; the celebrated anniversary of the founding of the kingdom. It's not actually known what day the kingdom was founded on, so instead the country celebrates the birthday of Althamar's founder, the hero Althalus.

You are sitting in the town square in Dromston. the mayor of the city has officially announced the start of Founder's Week, a week-long celebration not found anywhere else in the country. Everyone realizes it is just an excuse to get more tourists and off-duty soldiers to spend their money here, but the festival is always so entertaining no one seems to mind.

There are booths all up and down both sides of the street. Vendors are hawking everything from food, to arms, to clothing; even the occasional magic item. Crowds are milling about, and people from all over are excitedly running to and fro.

You spot Joram, the retired paladin and part-time deputy to the sheriff of Dromston, watching the children run with a grandfatherly look upon his face. He's a human man, pushing 60, with stark-white hair. He's wearing his ceremonial armor, but is carrying live steel.

Across the way is the booth for most celebrated event this festival, a traveling circus that timed their passing through to the carnival. They are set up in a series of large pavilion tents, in an empty lot adjacent to the Hare's Shanty.

The Hare's Shanty is a dive bar frequented by men of ill-repute, and women of even iller intent. It's decidedly the worst drinking establishment in the city, but has been around longer than the rest. Since it is a piece of local history, it tends to get a pass from the constabulary. It has occupied the same building on the main drag for six generations.

And, lastly, walking up the road is the mayor's son, Nathern Donsden, the heir to the Donsden trade empire. He is dressed, as always, in an outfit that probably cost over 50 gold pieces. While Nathern is something of a spoiled rich kid, he isn't a terrible individual. In a blatant display of wealth, he has hired three men to walk behind him handout out sweets to children, and occasionally tossing copper pieces into crowds.

The festival is in full swing, and the weather is fine. A bright summer day, with enough clouds to take the edge off. Music and laughter rings across the city. As for entertainment, there's lots to be found. Exotic and inviting smells waft from food stands, townsfolk roar in excitement as they watch people spar with blunted weapons, professional dancers draw the eyes to the stage. There's a fortune teller, and an illusionist who showcases incredibly detailed visages of exotic architecture and hilarious caricatures. There is even a Haidowshen Katana Demonstration later today.

Most of the festivities are still going for a few more hours, with the intention of ending at sundown. The day will end with a magic light show after full dark.

Acrobats and jugglers have been pouring out of the large, colorful pavilion tent. They are accompanied by people holding signs advertising the circus. The circus had been having shows all day, but the Grand Cryptic Extravaganza show was tonight. It is the talk of the town. Once this parade was spilled forth, many of the carnival games switched from their original prizes, to tickets for the big show.

Feel free to place yourself in the scene. You can be in the Hare's Shanty, just outside, or somewhere completely different. You don't have to meet at the tavern, but it certainly would be a bit tropey.


Elemental Ray 6/6 Human Sorcerer 3

Clyde walks to the Hare's Shanty will wiping sweat off his face. He had just finished participating in the woodsman compitition where entries hurled logs, climbed trees and hacked their way through even more logs for fun and prizes. After quick change of clothes, Clyde was in a clean plaid shirt, suspenders and work pants and boots, looking for a cool drink to ease his thirst before he went off for some vittles.


Male Human Inquisitor (Sin Eater) / 1 | AC 15 T 12 FF 13 | HP 9/9 | F +3 R +2 W +5 | Init +2 | Perc +8

The Hare's Shanty door swung wide and a heavily laden traveler shuffled in. At once the room went quiet. Not because of the whip strung at his right hip. Not because of the sickle strapped to the other. It wasn't even the dark black shade of the traveler's heavily worn and battered studded leather armor. It was his face, or visage of a face that unsettled the room.

There, in the glow of the tavern lights, a grinning demon's face greeted the room, all clad in pure silver. It's mouth was open revealing it wasn't an abomination, but a man covered in a mask as evident by the human lips that displayed in the opening. The eye sockets were open too, giving the sight of human eyes. Atop its forehead portuded two massive rams horns that arched over the man's head and curved down the back. The sight was unsettling, although obviously not host to a true demon. Maybe a nut job, but nothing evil. After all, this was Althamar. This man would not be advertising his dark intentions if he was, in fact, evil. He would not have made it far in the nation of Paladins.

The nervous silence continued as the man wandered over to the bar, revealing a crossbow on his belt and a lute strapped to his back. As he neared the long wooden counter, people near him hurriedly moved aside, more to get away from him and not out of actual fear. He unlatched his crossbow and set it on the counter before taking a seat on the newly unoccupied stool. The bartender didn't say anything at all.

This sort of treatment was common to Scylax. He hated it, sure, but he would get no better reception if these people saw his naked visage. He tapped two gloved fingers twice on the bar before speaking.

"Your largest mug of Mead you have," Scylax grumbled, betraying his older age with his gruff voice.


Male Human Bard 1| AC 16 T 11 FF 15 | HP 14/14 | F +3 R +3 W +2;+4 vs. sleep and paralysis | Init +1 | Perc +6

As the masked man raises his mug the door opens again. The silence in the room is filled with the appreciative sounds of ladies in the room. Through the door walks a tall man with long flowing blonde hair. It waves as if in a breeze but there is none in the room. His blue eyes are over a large smile filled with white teeth. As he surveys the room there is a glint off his teeth.

We walks up to the bar, "A mug of ale my friend. Is there to be entertaining for us?" He then winks at the serving wench walking by.


Male Halfling Cleric 1 | HP: | AC: () | CMD: | Fort:+ Refl:+ Will:+ | Init:+ | Perception:+

Gavin makes his way through the crowd toward the Hare's Shanty. Few people notice him as he slips through the gathered mass, who are busy watching the festivals many exciting spectacles. At least these travelers make my work easy, being so distracted... Spotting a particularly plump and wealthy looking merchant, Gavin deftly slips his hand into the trader's purse as he passes by.

sleight of hand: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28

He quickly moves along, not glancing down at his 'score' until he is a good distance further. After a quick evaluation he pockets it just before slipping through the doors into his favorite watering hole. Okay, maybe it isn't his favorite, but it always provides a wealth of amusement. Looking to the barkeep, he smiles. "A fresh pint of braggat, if ye'd please Joslyn."


One of the two bartenders, a young dark-haired man, quickly gives Miles a mug of ale.

"How are you liking the Festival?"

As he speaks, he has finished filling up a very large glass with a honey-colored drink, and sets it in front of the masked man. He hurries back over to Miles, obviously intimidated by the strange man.

The other bartender, a young lass of maybe sixteen years serves a drink up to Gavin, and waves at the lumberjack who just walked in.

"What can I get you today?"

She smiles a very professional, but pleasant, smile.

Helluva first Sleight of Hand roll. A full 5 silver worth of mixed silver and copper pieces if your reward, Gavin.


Male Human Bard 1| AC 16 T 11 FF 15 | HP 14/14 | F +3 R +3 W +2;+4 vs. sleep and paralysis | Init +1 | Perc +6

Miles looks at the bartender "It's nice so far. Always good to see other performers. I hear the light show is something to see." He scans the room for any women worthy of his attentions, but doesn't expect to find any in a bar like this.


Miles doesn't see any women worth his attention, save for a darker-skinned elven woman sitting in the corner of the bar. She is beautiful.

The bartender responds.

"Well, that's good to hear. Be sure you stop by the circus tonight. It's supposed to be a Grand Finale of some kind."


Male Human Bard 1| AC 16 T 11 FF 15 | HP 14/14 | F +3 R +3 W +2;+4 vs. sleep and paralysis | Init +1 | Perc +6

A diamond in the rough perhaps?

Miles asks the bartender, "Know you the lady in the corner?"


Elemental Ray 6/6 Human Sorcerer 3

Clyde saunters up to the bar. Howdy! I'd like a tankard of ale. He nods at everyone, quite the cheerful fellow.


"Huh?"

He looks up from the mug he's cleaning, and glances over.

"Oh, her. She's been in here the last few days, and always sits in that corner. Doesn't buy much, and never tips. She has some long name; I don't recall what it was."

He looks pointedly at Miles, and accentuates the word tips. After blatantly soliciting a tip, the bartender turns to the new arrival.

"Hello! One tankard coming up."

He bustles about getting the ale ready.

"And how are you today? The Festival is always quite the spectacle, eh?"


Elemental Ray 6/6 Human Sorcerer 3

Just fine! I was over at the lumbering contest and was chopping and rolling for hours. Be nice to relax.


"Excellent! I think you might want to head over by the dancing square once you've had a few then. I hear tell they are planning a Feats of Strength Competition, and there is quite a bit of overlap between the two competitions. Good prizes too, hear tell."


Elemental Ray 6/6 Human Sorcerer 3

Mihtght just do that! I play a good banjo so I might check out the band if there is dancing

Clyde starts quaffing ale.


Male Human Bard 1| AC 16 T 11 FF 15 | HP 14/14 | F +3 R +3 W +2;+4 vs. sleep and paralysis | Init +1 | Perc +6

Miles pulls out a silver coin and sets in on the bar for the bar keep. Then then walks over to the lady in the corner. "The names Miles Right. Do you mind if I join you?"


The bartender nods to Clyde, and pours him another.

Over in the corner, Miles gets a fairly blank stare in return for his efforts.

"You're telling me your name is literally Mr. Right? What kind of a pick-up line is that?"

She certainly doesn't seem to believe him.


Male Human Bard 1| AC 16 T 11 FF 15 | HP 14/14 | F +3 R +3 W +2;+4 vs. sleep and paralysis | Init +1 | Perc +6

Miles smiles at the lady, "To be exact it's Miles Robert Right. Believe me, my parents didn't have a sense of humor those are my two grandfathers' first names. But if you prefer to sit here alone for days on end I can find others to pass the time with."


"Okay, Mister Right, you can sit. I suppose I can give you that much. My name is Megalarion. You may call me Meg. Are you here for the Festival?"

She makes a gesture inviting Miles to sit.


Male Human Inquisitor (Sin Eater) / 1 | AC 15 T 12 FF 13 | HP 9/9 | F +3 R +2 W +5 | Init +2 | Perc +8

Scylax removes a hollow reed from within the folds of his jacket and dunks it into the large mug the bartender had sat in front of him. Lifting the mug up and taking a sip through the reed, Scylax breathes a sigh of relief at the taste of some proper mead. His hip flask had been out of whiskey for days and having been away from civilization for the last month had been tough on the senses. Of course, he reflects he would've chosen a different town to come to if he had known there was a festival going on. A month on the hunt of a particularly nasty ghoul had found him in the company of animals, not jolly damn tourists. Still, perhaps he'll be recognized by someone who knew of The Silver Demon and would commission a job from him. Lots of travelers meant lots of rumors, monster tales, and... work.

After polishing off his first mug, sipping at the reed hungrily through the gap in his mask, he starts to feel a lot more human and less predator. He quietly digs a silver piece from one of his pouches and puts it on the bar. He then unclasps his hip flask and sets it beside the coin.

"Another two rounds. Also, would you be kind enough to fill my flask with some decent whiskey or rum? The rest is yours."

Scylax takes a moment to look around at the crowd now that people seemed to have gotten "tolerant" of the sight of him.


The bartender is quick to get over his fear of Sclax at the sight of a silver piece. He reaches for a high shelf, and pulls down an expensive-looking bottle. He gets a small funnel from under the counter, and pours slowly, to avoid spilling a drop. He then gladly takes the offered coinage, and pours the two rounds, using a less-expensive bottle.

"My thanks, my good man. Here for the Festival, I suppose? You must be a performer, what with a mask like that?"


Male Human Inquisitor (Sin Eater) / 1 | AC 15 T 12 FF 13 | HP 9/9 | F +3 R +2 W +5 | Init +2 | Perc +8

Scylax takes the flask and puts it back into its holster on his hip, clasping the top securely in place. He looks back to the bartender while moving his reed from the empty mug to the fresh one.

"No. Unfortunately my business is one of a more combative nature. Although I was taught to play my lute by Killian Durish, the Bard," Scylax responds. "By the way, I need to send a missive to my superior in the Calistrian Temple in the capital. Who do I talk to in order to arrange a message?"


"Best man for that would be Joram. He's a retired paladin. He should be outside acting as security for the festival. Look for a man with live steel."

He nods to the door.


Male Human Bard 1| AC 16 T 11 FF 15 | HP 14/14 | F +3 R +3 W +2;+4 vs. sleep and paralysis | Init +1 | Perc +6

Miles smiles at Meg and sits down, "Yes, I'm here for the festival but may well stick around. I'm a performer myself and love to see what others are doing and see how I might adapt new songs or dances. Does the festival bring you here as well?"


Elemental Ray 6/6 Human Sorcerer 3

Clyde will keep drinking for a bit and then heads to check out the strength competitions.


Male Human Inquisitor (Sin Eater) / 1 | AC 15 T 12 FF 13 | HP 9/9 | F +3 R +2 W +5 | Init +2 | Perc +8

"Thank you, good sir. I will look for Joram then."

After finishing off his rounds, Scylax turns and leaves the tavern in search of Joram. High Priest Dithers would want informed the ghoul had been slain as soon as possible.


Meg smiles at Miles.

"Yes, I must get out occasionally, and see the world. The Festival is as good a place to do that as anywhere. What type of performance is your art? Dance? Song?"
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Clyde heads out to the strength competitions. They are currently between competitions, as the dance competition is in the middle to break things up. The dance competition is nearly over however, so Clyde won't have to wait long. He quickly spots the registration table, as well as a few of the competitors warming up before the showcase.
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Scylax heads outside, and within moments see the man in question. Joram is a handsome man, and while his years are showing, he still has a noble bearing about him. He senses Scylax looking at him, and makes eye contact. His smile warms a little, and he waves.


Elemental Ray 6/6 Human Sorcerer 3

Clyde heads over to the registration table. Howdy! Name is Clyde McClod. I'd like to register for the strength contest. Clyde flexes a bicep.


Male Human Bard 1| AC 16 T 11 FF 15 | HP 14/14 | F +3 R +3 W +2;+4 vs. sleep and paralysis | Init +1 | Perc +6

"I sing and I dance. How about yourself, do you have a favorite event here at the festival to see?"

Miles motions the barkeep for another round for the table and puts down a silver to pay for both and to tip him.


Male Halfling Cleric 1 | HP: | AC: () | CMD: | Fort:+ Refl:+ Will:+ | Init:+ | Perception:+

Gavin lounges by the hearth, enjoying his pint while observing the many newcomers to town. Noticing the blonde fop chatting up the dark-skinned elf, he smirks to himself as he observes their batter. She's going to devour his soul... hope he enjoyed turning the pages of 50 Shades...

Beyond the couple, the guest list seems decidedly boring, so he walks back to the bar, and dropping a silver for his drink and a tip, thanks the lass. "The pint is much appreciated Joslyn. How go yer studies? When will ye be the mightiest wizard in the land?" He smiles at her while glancing out the door toward the High Prince on parade. Wonder what he is up to this afternoon? Now there could be some good entertainment...


The man at the registration table is 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 Clyde flexing. He looks impressed.

"Name...and availability?"
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Meg smiles politely.

"No, I usually take in the sights. I find people watching to be an extraordinary way to pass the time, don't you agree?"

She sips her drink politely, evident she has had some etiquette training before.
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The barmaid smiles at Gavin, and chuckles.

"I've told you before, Mr. Entwhistle, I'm not even an apprentice yet. It is a long road of...well, meaningless work, to be honest. But soon enough, I hope!"

She looks flatter at the attention.


Elemental Ray 6/6 Human Sorcerer 3

Clyde McClod. I'm ready to go any time.


The poor man at the table was drinking his water, and chokes on it. After sputtering for a few moments, he manages to get himself under control.

"Um...you may go through; I'll put you into the next match up. You've got probably five minutes. It is a three-part contest, with the winner from this morning going up against the winner from the afternoon for the Grand Prize."

He gestures past a dividing cord, to a series of chairs with some very strong men sitting in them.


Elemental Ray 6/6 Human Sorcerer 3

Clyde ambles over to the chairs and plops down.


Male Human Bard 1| AC 16 T 11 FF 15 | HP 14/14 | F +3 R +3 W +2;+4 vs. sleep and paralysis | Init +1 | Perc +6

"People watching IS a great way to pass the time. But you can't just watch life, you must participate as well. I'd offer to dance with you but this doesn't look like the place for that." Miles says to Meg and looks to see where she is currently looking to see if there is anything interesting there.


Male Human Inquisitor (Sin Eater) / 1 | AC 15 T 12 FF 13 | HP 9/9 | F +3 R +2 W +5 | Init +2 | Perc +8

Scylax would smile back to Joram if his mask wasn't so obtrusive. He walks toward the man he was directed to and stops just out of arms reach from the man. Scylax hates being too close to people.

"Am I to assume you're Joram? The man to see about getting a message to the Calistrian Temple in the capital?"

Scylax remembers to step forward only barely before reaching his hand out in greeting.

"My name is Scylax, The Silver Demon. Monster Hunter and Sin Eater of Calistria."


Clyde doesn't have to wait long. Sure enough, within a few minutes, the current event is done. The other competitors line up, and leave a spot for Clyde. 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.

Go ahead and make me a strength check. This first one is quite easy.
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It seems Meg is gazing out the window. Now that Miles is looking as well, he sees it has a clear view of the space cleared for the dance and strength competitions.

"My thanks, but I'm not much of a dancer. My Art is a bit more...mystical. Feel free to watch with me, if you so choose."
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"Oh, I know who you are, Mister Scylax. Nobody in five kingdoms wears a mask like that, excepting yourself, of course. Nice to meet you."

He takes the offered hand, and shakes it.

"What can I do you today, good sir?"


Elemental Ray 6/6 Human Sorcerer 3

Clyde spits on his hands, bends at the knees and..

Str: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

CRACK!

Ow! I..... knew I should have stretched.

Clyde topples over.


Male Human Bard 1| AC 16 T 11 FF 15 | HP 14/14 | F +3 R +3 W +2;+4 vs. sleep and paralysis | Init +1 | Perc +6

Miles looks at Meg as she watches, "Of course I join you. Out of curiosity what is your art?"


Clyde doesn't have a great showing in the first round. Thankfully, another contest fairs poorly too. Both contestants are informed that they can still place, if they do well in the other two rounds. The second round 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.

Clyde, this will entail simply taking 20 on a strength check, with a Fortitude Save at the end. Taking 20 nets you a 24, yes?

GM Rolls:

Spoiler:

Strength Check: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
Strength Check: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
Strength Check: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
Strength Check: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11
Strength Check: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

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Meg watches the people go by, and sputters while taking a drink. She chuckles for a moment at something happening in the strength challenge.

"My art is the Art. Magic. It gives life; it takes it away. It can make the meek mighty, and the mighty even more so. It can create nations from nothing, and reduce them back to the same. It is the art that gives Art the capital A. It is my reason. It is my gift. It is my curse."


Male Halfling Cleric 1 | HP: | AC: () | CMD: | Fort:+ Refl:+ Will:+ | Init:+ | Perception:+

Gavin smiles back at Joslyn, "Well, until that day, keep focused on your studies and enjoy it! You will be a wizard soon!" He waves to the young barmaid as he steps out on to the street.

She's a good lass, far better than her lot at the Shanty. Her pa's not a bad man, but he would be content to have her spend her life tending bar. But she is bright, and gifted. There is something special in that lass, guess that's why I paid old Gaundril to take her on as an apprentice. She will do great things... As his mind wandered he dodged through the crowd, following the Prince toward his destination.


Nathern Donsden meandered his way through the town, making a big show of having his men toss money. As Gavin watches, he notices a little girl run up and hug Nathern. Nathern happily returns the hug, and the girl scampers off...after helping herself to a handful of whatever was in Nathern's coin purse.


Elemental Ray 6/6 Human Sorcerer 3

Str 16, so 23

Fort: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Wheeezzzz! I shoulda ate my wheaties!


Male Human Bard 1| AC 16 T 11 FF 15 | HP 14/14 | F +3 R +3 W +2;+4 vs. sleep and paralysis | Init +1 | Perc +6

"I apologize for not hearing the capital A. I've some very minor capabilities with it myself." Nathan then laughs, "Things don't seem to be going will with that one. I wonder what everyone would think if one of those weights suddenly became very slippery."


Male Halfling Cleric 1 | HP: | AC: () | CMD: | Fort:+ Refl:+ Will:+ | Init:+ | Perception:+

Having noticed the little girl's larcenous action, Gavin simply smiles as he continues to slowly follow Nathern. Looking about the rest of the town, he begins to wonder to himself. I was hoping for a little more excitement this year. Maybe a few fights or something of the sort. Perhaps even a public scandal?! But no, things always seem to go pretty peacefully around here...

The circus performers were skilled, to be sure, but lacked the deep artistry this his one-time companions in the Cirque du'Darque possessed. The good olde days... At times he missed Rodrigo, Kaern, and the others, but ultimately he knew he needed something more in life than just performing. Perhaps a hand at a game or two for amusement... He approaches the nearest contest booth, hoping to with a ticket to the Circus's big late night event.


Poor Clyde. Must be an off day, eh?

Clyde doesn't have a great showing. However, as the strongest competitor he still lasts long enough to not be eliminated. It is now down to three competitors, and Clyde has to place first here to get one of the two prizes to be handed out. The last event, however, is his best. 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.

Clyde, go ahead and make a Profession: Lumberjack check, using your Strength modifier for the relevant ability modifier this time.
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Meg smiles.

"It's not an obvious capitalization; not to worry."

She smiled at his magical mischief suggestion.

"You say you have some skill in the Art? Pray tell, what are your talents?"

The beautiful dark-skinned woman looked genuinely interested, perhaps for the first time since Miles walked over.
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Gavin made his way to the nearest activity booth. He sees a Fortune Teller's tent, and a Ring Toss. The Ring Toss is advertising tickets to the big event this evening, but it has a bit of a line. The Fortune Teller tent looks like a no-wait attraction. Both are free.


Male Human Bard 1| AC 16 T 11 FF 15 | HP 14/14 | F +3 R +3 W +2;+4 vs. sleep and paralysis | Init +1 | Perc +6

"I'm sure my skills aren't in your league as I'm but a dabbler, but besides making things slippery I can make people like me and a few minor tricks. Making things clean, fixing them. Looking for emanations of the Art. How about you what are your talents?"


Elemental Ray 6/6 Human Sorcerer 3

Clyde grabs the axe and mutters a prayer to Erastil and sets to chopping!

I'm a lumberjack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20


Male Human Inquisitor (Sin Eater) / 1 | AC 15 T 12 FF 13 | HP 9/9 | F +3 R +2 W +5 | Init +2 | Perc +8

"It's nice to meet you too, Joram. You see, I dispatched a rather nasty Ghoul on my last hunt and need to get a message to Father Dithers in the capital to let him know the locals are once again undead-free."

Another thought quickly occurs to Scylax before Joram has time to respond.

"And... while I'm on the subject of slaying evil, you wouldn't happen to have heard of any strange happenings local or afar? Anything out of the ordinary? I know my business quite well and something odd may not seem dastardly, but I'd be able to tell if it was sinister in nature. I've been a month in the wilderness and am not up to date on current affairs and rumors."


"Regardless of your level of skill, the fact that you can appreciate the Art is commendable. Personally, I don't study the same way many arcanists do. I commune with my familiar, and we jointly study and prepare magics for the day. I find that expands my mind, having a second opinon, and a second set of eyes with which to study magic. What empowers your magic?"
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Clyde has a terrific showing, and ends up winning the lumberjack challenge with ease. He has time to relax, take a seat, and start drinking an offered beverage before the next competitor completes his task. He ends up placing second overall. The crowd cheers at his exploits, and he is escorted to the stage to receive his award. The announcer is loud, and goes on at length about the quality seen here today. When Clyde's turn to receive his award comes due, he receives a paper award, made to look like a copper medal, two front-row seats at the Circus' Grand Finale show this evening, and 2 gold pieces.

Lumberjack Check: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
Lumberjack Check: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5
Lumberjack Check: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
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Joram smiles.

"No, thankfully the worlds we live in is quite safe. I can't say I've ever seen an undead creature. Terrifying stuff, I imagine. Nothing to report, thankfully. Maybe take the day off to relax a bit? I'm sure you've earned it!"


Male Human Inquisitor (Sin Eater) / 1 | AC 15 T 12 FF 13 | HP 9/9 | F +3 R +2 W +5 | Init +2 | Perc +8

With a bit of disappointment, Scylax nods at Joram.

"Perhaps. Will you see that the message gets to Father Dithers? I'd appreciate it."

Scylax turns his head side-to-side, surveying the crowd around him and suddenly feels ill at ease with all the people.

"Perhaps I will do some praying. I've gotten used to the quiet of the wilderness and this festival is quite,... busy. I think a quiet place would be a good idea. Can you point me in the direction of the local church?"

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