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"I am a shield that guards the innocent Frankie, wether I carry an actual shield or not." The elf smiles at the curious child and wonders where he got the idea that she wears a cloak.
"I follow Shelyn, whose symbol I bare, and protect beauty and kindness. I am devoted to her though I certainly appreciate the values of the other gods of Golarian, Desna included and I hope she'll watch over you even here on the Plane of Earth."
"Oh cool, you're here to shield me! I'm not much of a trouble maker so hopefully I won't need shielding! Unless those Aspis people try smashing me again, then I'd really appreciate the shielding!" He then skips along with the others towards the barracks.
Once inside Frankie's eyes start darting around at the room, and quickly settle on the neat stone tablet "Wow, they don't use paper here? How do we go to the bathroo..." He starts to say when the Captain crushes the tablet and lays into the group. His eyes go wide and he cringes a little bit, shying away from what he expects is a beating. Ugh, she's as scary as Mom!
When she's done he looks at her and reaches up his little hand and whispers shyly "Hi, I'm Frankie. I promise to do my best tomorrow, you'll see!" Then he quickly slinks from the room to find Dell and the meat locker.
After a few minutes away from the Captain Frankie seems to mostly regain his composure, something about her just knocked him down a peg or two. "So what sort of war games are we gonna be playing tomorrow? Sword fights? Arm wrestling? OBSTACLE COURSES!" He gets very excited at the thought of those.
Dell Darkblade maintains a hurried pace as he shows you around. "Obstacle courses... yes, definitely. Some trivia, maybe a sparring match. The captain may assign you on some small tasks. Nothing on the front lines, of course."
”You’ve seen the Captain’s room. She’s in it for most of the day except for dinner and when she goes to sleep.”
”There is the Mess Hall, they are preparing dinner. There’s plenty of room to sit down as most of the troops are deployed.”
”That is the Training Yard. It’s more of a stadium, where you can sit on the raised viewing stands and look at the recruits on the ground level.”
”And here is the Bunks, where we reside. And here… is your room.” Dell Darkblade opens the door. The previous inhabitants left in a hurry, and it’s a complete mess. It looks like there are only 5 beds to sleep on, and none of them are dressed properly. ”Oh, this won’t do… the Captain hates messes. She’ll demerit you to the ground if you mess up too much.” He bows to you and leaves. ”See you at dinnertime.”
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Frankie looks and points at each site Dell shows them "Woah! I'm the master of the obstacle course! Well, unless there's lots of climbing..."
"Trivia? I LOVE games!"
"What's sparring?"
"We going to the training yard in the morning then? I'll be up!"
"Oh, look at the room here... Oh I'll take this little bed in the back corner! Don't worry, I don't mind the mess, my room was always messy!"
He heads over and jumps on the bed a bit to test it out. Stopping to flick off some old crusted on food from the mattress towards the other beds. He pulls out his bedroll and lays it over the top of the mattress quickly before turning to the others He opens up his pack to realize he never brought any blankets or pillows so he shrugs and turns to the others "Who wants to play some games before dinner? I've got Cards!" I'm sure I can find a blanket here somewhere...
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Nigel being very particular about his stuff claims a bed in the corner and does his best to tidy it up. it's not the bed at home but with a little love I can make it liveable. I just hope my allies are as tidy as I.
Sorry Frankie, maybe after dinner we can play but I have some cleaning I need to do before dinner and I don't want to miss it. I would recommend you at least make the bed. The captain didn't seem to like us much and we should limit the amount that she would be upset. Nigel goes on to try to make his bed as home-like as possible.
To give him a hand, he will summon his eidolon to help him clean. She helps tidy it up as much as possible. If anyone wants some help, Cristina is a very good helper when it comes to cleaning.
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"C'mon now Frankie, ya'd have frozen like a tundra dragon dropping if we were headed somewhere cold!" Tita reaches into her pack and removes a bedroll and blanket, a proud smile on her face for being just so smart and planning so well.
She moves to no bed in particular, and begrudgingly begins cleaning after making her bed. "Y'all should think yourself lucky, not normal for Tita to clean. Ain't gonna be the reason me allies get a talking' from fart-breath though."
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Frankie looks at Tita and frowns "Ya... everytime I've tagged along with the Society we stay in town in an inn! All that camping gear is super heavy.. and I may have forgotten. I'll find something before tonight somewheres!"
Frankie looks to Johnny and Ulena as now his only hope to play games before dinner. He bats his eyelashes and tries to amp up the cuteness factor. "How about you two?" He holds up the deck of cards and waggles it back and forth.
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"Well, Ulena, I'd hate to get your shiny armor dirty. I'll take the floor." Johnny lays out his bed roll on the floor, on the far side of the room. He does a halfway decent job of cleaning. He casts Prestidigitation several times to clean the dirt, then shoved the trash out of the way. "Well, that should be fine. The captain doesn't really care, does she?"
He turns to Frankie. "Well Frankie, if the room doesn't need to be cleaned, I guess I have time to play!"
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"You could all sleep in this mess?" Ulena asks incredulously to the others. "Don't you think that sets a bad image of what Pathfinders are? I...I'll help you clean Nigel, just let me remove my armor."
Ulena removes her armor and places it with her belongings in a relatively clean area of the room and, in her regular travel clothes, gets on her hands and knees and begins sorting and organizing things to be placed in their appropriate location later. She doesnt ask for help, or stop the others from playing unless it causes more of a mess.
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Tita makes an active effort to contribute in cleaning, but it doesn't take long to realize her idea of clean is probably shorter than Nigel's or Ulena's. Rather, she's gathering the various messes and "neatly" stacking them, not exactly putting them away.
"Oi, I'll take some o' Cristina's help. I ain't quite sure where nothing goes."
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Johnny sighs heavily. "Alright, Frankie. First chores, then games." Johnny sits down on his bedroll and mutters a few words. Suddenly, a pink hand appears and begins to pick up trash and throw it through the door.
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Frankie sighs and shrugs his shoulders before helping hide some of the clutter behind his bed in the corner. He spends a bit more effort in cleaning his mattress off, and swatting at it to knock out some dust. Cough "Cleaning is such dirty work!" I hope these guys aren't going to be all boring and work the whole trip...
His idea of cleaning certainly is different from the rest of you. Once he finishes hiding most of the clutter and dusting his mattress he watches the others and does some mimicking of what they do to 'clean' their area. "We done yet? I've got dobbel too! Great board game!"
The party spends time cleaning up the room, some faster than others.
It’s dinnertime, and the smell of roasted potatoes wafts through the Mess Hall. As you approach the line, a group of seasoned warriors approach you and block access to the line.
One of the warriors, a lean half-orc, laughs. ”New recruits? Ha! I guess you don’t know of our tradition here: new recruits entertain us for the rest of the night. If you won’t party with us, you won’t fight with us!” The rest of the soldiers in the room cheer and bang their mugs in unison. ”DANCE! SING! STORY! DANCE! SING! STORY!”
If you want to get in the good graces of the company, you’ll have to entertain them.
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Johnny, not missing a beat, jumps upon the nearest table. In a raspy, ugly voice he cries out. "Ladies and Gentlemen. May i have your attention. May I have your attention pul-ease! Behold the greatest trumpeter in the Material Plane!" He whips out his shiny gold trumpet and starts to play a military ragtime song.
Take ten on Perform Trumpet for a 20.
Finishing his performance, he spreads his arms and yells, "Are you not entertained?!"
Leaping to the next table, he breaks out a fiddle and begins to saw.
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Nigel takes his turn to entertain the troops. He stand up, in his most deep and loud voice he says Hello! Tonight I will explain the finer points of doing business in Magnamar. First, paying people off is the key. You need to pay the local government and the local thugs. Ignore either and consider your business dead. Next you need to know your audience... Nigel goes on and on about being a merchant till someone stops him.
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Tita sneers at the half-orc and gives him a push, soft enough to be friendly aggression rather than hostility.
"Ya want dancing? Singing? Are ya soldiers or barmaids?" Tita grins and walks to the center of the room, making a "come" gesture with her hand.
"You and me, tuskface. That'll be a show."
Knockout Bout: Frequently as brutal but not as bloody as battles to the death, a knockout bout does not end in the death of one side, but still requires a clear and crushing victory. As long as both sides in the performance combat remain standing, the fight continues. Many knockout bout combats require that their participants deal nonlethal damage.
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"You and me, tuskface. That'll be a show."
Johnny stops his fiddle abruptly. My gods. She's might die today.
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Frankie uses the opportunity of the trumpeting and the fiddling, and now a FIGHT! To back into a darkened corner behind the group and dig stuff out of his little backpack. After about 20 minutes, or whenever the others have finished if they take that long, someone marches to the front of the group and turns to them and the other soldiers in the mess hall.
Before you is an obviously upset and steaming Captain Othis"WHAT EXACTLY IS GOING ON HERE! This is the mess hall not a dance hall! Stand at attention men!" She stomps to the front of the new recruits and the regular soldiers alike.
She looks around, sizing the situation up a bit before pointing at the regular soldiers with a well manicured and calloused finger "Playing some games are we? Well how about all of you play them together! Everyone stand on one foot. NOW! Left FOOT SOLDIERS!" She grabs a potato off someone's plate and tosses at the big oaf in the back standing on his right foot. "Wrong foot!"
"Bark like a dog! You there in front!" She points to yet another person... Nigel "You there gnome! Flap your arms like a glorious eagle!"
This continues for 5-10 minutes before Frankie finally can't control his laughter any longer and rolls around on the floor.
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Nigel is panicked when the captain shows up. I really didn't think she would show up here. I hope we don't get in trouble. When she starts barking orders, he obeys. That is, until he is singled out. Something just doesn't sound right. He decides to take a risk, and creates a circle with in the air with his finger and a real eagle flies around the room. I didn't follow the command exactly, but hey there is a real eagle now..
A majestic eagle flies out of a circle in the air created by Nigel.scr-EECH scr-EECH scr-EECH DE DE De De de de the eagle flies around the room.
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"Johnny is standing on the table really neccesary? Oh, Tita no, this can't end up in any sort of good way I..."
Ulena prattles on about decorum and setting a good example as members of the Society as all hell breaks loose around her.
Ulena's face completely falls as the Captain enters the room and begins giving commands. She immediately gets on one foot and waits for the command that might allow her to stand as normal, not entirely sure why Nigel is being required to flap like an eagle, Ulena says nothing and waits further orders.
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Johnny's trumpet and fiddleplay get the company's attention immediately. They clap along, stomp their feet in tune and down mugs of ale. They seem to ignore Nigel's lectures in economics. The half-orc takes a look at Tita and laughs. "That's the kind of fire I like to see here! No fighting today, fresh meat. You'll have plenty of time for that this week, I reckon."
The cheering and celebration stops as Captain Othis marches into the mess hall. All falls quiet as she enters.
"I-is that the captain? What is she doing here?"
"She seems a little shorter than I remember. Maybe she wears tall boots?"
"Bark like a beagle? Doberman? Which kind of dog?"
"Is that an eagle?"
The company starts falling in line as the captain gives orders, but it's the lead half-orc who stops first. "Those pants aren't the right color- captains wear navy blue. Who are ya?" Frankie giggles and starts laughing. "Look at us- all falling for a kid's joke! This is how it ends fellas- one of the fresh meat's kids orders us into a volcano, and we'll march right in!"
The other troops stop what they're doing, take stock of the situation, and begin laughing at themselves.
The half-orc claps. ”My name’s Larssok. And here is some extra ale, on me.” He hands you all an extra mug. ”Welcome to the Ungrounded.” He then withdraws the mug for Frankie. "Uh, I'll get you some cocoa."
With food taken care of, it seems like you spent the rest of the day trying to acquaint yourself with the rest of the Ungrounded. But now it’s time to rest...
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Frankie hops up quickly to the sound of 'free cocoa', smiles and shakes the half-orcs hand. "Thanks! But no trouble, I'll cover the drinks!" And with that he hands him a burgundy coin purse.
He claps him on the hip and sees if anyone else in the company is up for shaking hands with him. This place is so much FUN!
After a quick rouse with the company, Frankie quickly takes off his disguise lest the real Captain comes in, but he makes a note about blue pants...
After dinner back in the room, OR in the mess hall if people are interested, Frankie busts out his deck of cards for fun games before bed. "Who wants in on some cards!" He smiles coyly at the others.
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"Sorry kid, that earlier card game has me all tuckered out."
Johnny leaves the mess hall in search of the range. He shoots a few quivers into the targets, getting used to the environment of this new plane. He also spends the time laughing and cavorting with any mercenaries who are there as well.
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Frankie stops and sits up to his full height of three foot nothing, sticks his chest out and bats his eyes innocently "Cheat? At cards? I'd do no such thing! I LOVE card games way too much to do that!"
He shuffles the cards with an expert hand "What game? Hrm, anything I guess, I play lots of go fish, war, poker, blackjack, 52 pickup... the usual."
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Ulena stands where she, too flabbergasted that she was so easily taken in to even put her other leg back down. It isn't until the half-orc hands her the drink that she finally puts her foot to the ground and drinks quietly, breathing slowly all the while.
"I'm going to get some sleep. See you all in the morning!" She says, more weary than cheerful.
Shelyn help me. She prays quietly.
At the stroke of midnight, you hear someone hit a metal pot with a wooden ladle right outside the door to your room. ”This is Captain Othis! Open up and at attention!”
She steps right in as soon as you open the door, inspecting your beds. ”You can tell a lot from someone who can’t make their bed. If you can’t do such a simple task, how can I trust you to oil your armor, sharpen your sword, or lay your life to save the empire?”
She walks up to each bed and inspects it. As she reaches Frankie's bed she manages to frown even harder than usual. With a single calculated motion she removes the bedding from those who haven’t made your beds. ”Hmpf! Are you serious? Or do you Pathfinders take our duties for granted?”
”I shall return at 0600 hours to personally wake you up. Don’t waste my time.” She turns and leaves the room.
As promised, six hours pass before you hear the same loud banging. ”Open up, you lazy Pathfinders! Darkblade needed ten minutes to open up on his first day; I had him peeling potatoes for a week!” You manage to get out of bed and open the door. ”Good. Make your beds and get dressed. There’s a new shipment of armor that needs to be dragged from market all the way to the armory. Guess who I volunteered to perform the delivery.”
For the next three and a half hours, you deliver equipment to the armory and food to the kitchen. Some tools need to be maintained, as well. It’s grueling work.
0930 hours. New recruits clean their room, the mess hall and other common areas. You’d swear Captain Othis chose the smallest brushes and smelliest soap she could find. It’s two more long hours, and the physical strain is getting to you.
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Frankie sighs a bit but happily plays a game of go fish with Nigel, but is sad when he decides to turn in for the night. "You sure you don't want to play some more? I can make us some hot cocoa?"
Frankie shuffles the cards and shuffles the cards.. and deals them out, looking quiet excited, but trying to keep somewhat quiet if anyone is sleeping nearby. On his turn he quickly lays down a pair without even asking for anything. "Ooo lucky me!"
Frankie is the luckiest and most skilled 'go fish' player you've ever encountered.
Frankie had just laid down to get some sleep when his eyes flash open at the loud bang. He instinctively jumps under the bed to hide, his mind flashing back to times less pleasant. Ack its Mom! HIDE
Seeing the Captain come in, Frankie climbs out from under the bed to stand with the others "Sorry, I was looking for my pillow.. I can't sleep without it." He says with a sad pathetic face.
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Nigel does see anything suspicious and Fannie wins soundly. Wow, some luck. Glad I didn't place any money on this one.
Nigel proudly presents his bed to the captain. He wants to show that he takes pride in his duties.
Nigel is weak and the work is hard but he is trying his best and does his best to not complain.
He continues the hard work but doesn't let a complaint leave his lips. if I can keep this up, I might just make it.
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As captain Othis walks in the room the first time, Johnny sweats bullets. Wow, I guess she does take this seriously!
After inspection he gives a sigh of relief. Good thing I slept on the floor! My sleeping blanket setup wasn't as nice as it should have been.
Johnny whistles while he works, making the arduous labor go faster. He uses Prestidigitation to help clean the armor, which helps aid the process.
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Tita blows a raspberry at the door after Othis leaves, chuckling like a child. "Nope, 'er breath always stinks like Ogre droppings."
Throughout all of the manual labor, Tita seems unbothered by it, treating it like business as usual, cheerfully chatting with her allies. It seems she might have done a significant amount of hard physical labor growing up, and her powerful physique makes it easy for her to keep up with the work.
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Frankie drags himself and some of the smaller, lighter boxes of arms and armor. "Being a soldier really is terrible, tiring, and boring! I'm glad this isn't going to last long... is it?" He continues lugging things.
His mood cheers up though when its time to clean the mess hall and kitchen, as he has the opportunity to snag an unattended morsel or two...
"Oh, don't give me that look. For all I know you could be a dragon pretending to be a child." Captain Othis gives Frankie a hard glare. "Who brought their kid along, anyway?" The captain doesn't wait for a response and simply turns to leave.
The next morning, most of the party is able to get through the morning chores without trouble. Though tired, Frankie manages to snag all sorts of buns and cakes.
Ulena has no trouble keeping up with her duties. She's used to this kind of martial training. For Tita, this is another Tuesday.
At 1130, Captain Othis stomps through the Mess Hall as you’re cleaning. Her muddy boots leave a trail across the floor. ”Lunchtime is in half an hour, cadets. I expect this room to be so clean I could eat off the floor. We start marching drills at 1230 hours.”
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Frankie nods sleepily as the Captain glares at him, but as soon as she mentions being a dragon, his imagination sparks to life A dragon? Me? That would be great! I could fly, and breath fire! and ... FLY and BREATH FIRE!
Seeing the Captain clomp across the floor with her boots, giving out more instructions, Frankie nods back slowly and weakly "Its pretty clean now, well, cept maybe those boot marks... When are the obstacle courses again?" Hrm, Mom never yelled at me for muddy boots before, but we never cleaned the floor that hard either...
Frankie heads off to get some fresh hot water from the cooks for rewashing the floor "Hey Miss cook lady! Can I get some more hot water, the Captain really muddied up the floor again. Thanks for all your help, you sure are nice. What's for lunch anyhow? Woah, you are pretty fast with that knife, I best get back to work!"
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"Marching drills she say? We goin' hikin' now? I thoughts we was gonna be learnin' to go to war, not walk through piles of rocks."
Tita mumbles as she moves over to the fresh dirt pile, already scrubbing. While cleaning seems against her ordinary lifestyle, it appears she's accustomed to assigned duties.
Captain Othis looks at each Pathfinder. She raises a curious eyebrow at Frankie's response, but shrugs it off and leaves.
After a lunch consisting of bread, salt pork and lentil stew, you head off to the training yard. Already many soldiers are training, following orders, lining up in formation, and chanting in perfect unison. It’s time to prove your mettle on the field.
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Frankie dives right into his lunch, even though he's pretty full already from all the sweets and breads he liberated during the morning. "This stuff is pretty good!" He mumbles through a mouthful of bread. Its not much of a surprise to see most his bowl of soup still remaining at the end.
At the start of exercises Frankie is pretty stuffed, holding his inflated stomach with a grimace on his face. "I dunno about this guys, I think that soup hurt my stomach!" None the less he gets out in the lines and tries to march with the others.
He spends most his efforts though in trying not to get sick Ugghhh please no running or jumping!
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Johnny is so glad to be done cleaning, he leaps into the air when it is time for lunch. "Hey Frankie, you gonna finish that soup? We're gonna need our strength." He says in his raspy voice.
On the training grounds, Johnny is struck by fear as he hears the chanting. No! I can't chant, not without my beautiful voice!
However, after being berated by a lieutenant for being out of step and not "opening his tiny little baby mouth and supporting his brothers and sisters in arms with his weak little baby voice", he begins to chant along with the troop at the top of his lungs in his scratchy, ugly voice. To his surprise, the soldiers seemed to enjoy that more than they did his fiddle! These gits have some weird standards.
You manage to keep up the pace with the other cadets, and the drill instructors note that the Pathfinders are doing well. Captain Othis watches you not with a stern glare but- was that a smile? No, can’t be.
Captain Othis escorts you directly to a rocky field just outside the city. ”This is our obstacle course. My old drill instructor would force me to do this solo, every day for a month. But you’re lucky- you only have to do it for a week.” A wicked smirk forms.
”You’re going to try to surpass each obstacle here.” She points at the various obstacles. ”If you don’t succeed the first time, try again. If you can’t make it after five tries, fine, I’ll let you skip it.”
”Start with the balancing act here. A thin log is the only thing keeping you above a 10 foot pit.”
Step 1 Make a DC 15 Perception check to notice the log is covered in grease.
Step 2 Make 2 consecutive DC 12 Acrobatics checks to pass (DC 10 if you made the perception check.)
- If you fail either Acrobatics check, make a DC 12 Reflex save or fall into the pit, taking 1d6 points of damage.
- If you fall, a DC 15 Acrobatics check will let you land on your feet and avoid damage altogether.
Step 3 If you fell, return to step 2 and try again. If you fall 5 times, move on to the next obstacle.
”After that it’s time for a bear crawl through razor sharp wire, jagged bricks and broken glass. If you think this is tough, just compare it to a bloodthirsty efreet, breathing flame right into your face! I spat right back at him and cut him down with my longsword!”
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This obstacle reminds me of the time I had to leap out of that noblewoman's window back in Cheliax.
Hmmmm... this grease smells like her husband.
Johnny prances across the log with ease, giving a bow at the end.
Then, he promptly steps on some broken glass and falls on his face. "Well, at least it's not an efreet."
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Frankie cheers when the Captain hauls them out of the drills and towards the obstacle course "Whew, thanks. I gotta say, I was kinda lost on that dance everyone was doing. At least you guys were good singers!"
His cheery mood quickly droops when he sees what's ahead of them "This... this... is it?" He sighs a bit then walks through each obstacle with an extremely bored look on his face. I could have done this when I was 5! It was harder getting to the cookie jar than this.... what's up with old people being so... clumsy?
He looks down at the log, bending over and wiping his finger on it "Grease, well, at least that's something." He then calmly walks across, stopping in the center for second to look down. "Anyone down there need a hand?"
He continues across, getting to the crawl. Lucky for him he barely needs to stoop to get through it. "Eww, you left some blood and ... hair? back here Johnny. You want it?" He picks it off the wire as he continues walking through, waving the others along. "Lets go people, maybe the other parts are better!"
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Nigel sighs. This is the moment that it will be clear that I don't really belong in a military group. Well here goes nothing.
Nigel walks over to the balance been. It looks stable enough. Wait, I just studied grease and I can even create it. I am pretty sure someone covered the stuff. I'll need to ask if it was the captain or if someone what's to sabotage us.
Nigel grunts as he climbs on to the balance been. Come on Nigel, you can stay up. You can do it! He thinks but almost instantly falls and hits the ground pretty hard. He lays there for a moment before getting up and climbing again. Okay, you saw what it was like. Should be no problem here. He steps on and begins to call again, this time jumping back. Man, that was a close one. . This time he clears his mind before he steps and is able to walk half way pretty effortlessly. I am doing it! This little legs are able to keep me up! He manages to clear the rest of the balance beam. He is smiling, despite it being obvious that he is trying to hold it back.
On to the bear crawl. look Nigel, you can bring a bear into this plain from another, you should be able to crawl like one.
Nigel tries to get low like a bear and crawl, being very scared of getting caught on the wire. Well it does really well at the start. He makes it about half way through the course but then his form gets weak because of he got to cocky. It ended up resulting in getting his robe getting caught up and a hole in it. Really? My brand new robes! Regardless, he impresses himself as he finishes the course.
Nigel moves in line behind Johnny and Frankie and watches to see how Tita and Ulena do. He is also very nervous for the next trials.
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Tita walks up to the obstacle course, looking over its various hurdles she'll have to overcome. After a short thought a lightbulb goes off in her head.
She suddenly begins stripping down, shedding her armor and strapping her shield to her back. With a grin she moves to the start of the course, clad in nothing but a leather wrap around her chest and short hide pants. "Let Tita show ye how it's done ya oafs!"
She breaks into a run, preparing to jump up onto the narrow beam.
Just before jumping up she notices the beam is covered in grease. With a grin Tita shouts back, "Oi, Captain! Ye left a trail o' sludge 'ere when you set the course up! So much for clean, aye?"
Tita jumps up onto the beam, being careful with the slick grease coating. She traverses the beam with ease, jumping down without a problem. She gives any onlookers a proud bow then moves to the bear crawl, lying down onto her belly and crawling her way through the jagged wire and broken glass.
She makes it through to the other end, picking broken glass and sharp rocks out of her abdomen and arms. It looks like it would be painful to the average person, but Tita is instead plucking out the shards and flicking them at Frankie, snorting as they bounce off. Tita clearly seems to be enjoying herself.