Re: Where the Darkness Lies (Chapter 1)
@Brother Sul and Fariel: The bartender sniffs loudly at the intervention of the holy man, but pays no mind. He appears to think for a minute and then leans into the two inquiring men. "I heard the carnival is a front. Seems to be an easy way for some madman to make money off of the curiosity of simple folk by showing them dangerous monsters. All it would take is just one getting loose to cause a whole mess of problems," he finishes with a shrug and then moves down the bar to another customer, obviously finished giving Fariel his money's worth.
@Kharash: The crowd does not take long to gather and although you cannot identify the substance exactly, you do think it to be more than a mere liquid. You suspicions are confirmed as the showman makes a grand appearance from a puff of smoke. The acrid smell is distracting as he begins to speak to the crowd. "Folks, what you see before you in this glass case in not tar or sludge or even viscous oil. No, you would be hard pressed to find this substance outside of ancient caverns and bleak ruins. Watch and be amazed, be horrified, and you can even be shocked! But do not be afraid as you witness the grotesqueness of the Black Terror of Jelhurst!", he cries as the goat is lowered slowly towards the substance. With sudden swiftness, a long tendril wraps itself around the goat. Smoke begins to rise in wisps as the smell of burning hair spreads. The goat begins to scream in pain as it is slowly enveloped. A nasty gurgling sound emanates from the creature as the goat's mouth is covered and the ooze flows in. The sound and smell of people retching begins to overtake the grisly scene before you.
@Eli and Griswold: The goblin thinks for a moment before bowing and handing you a receipt and taking a portion of it for himself. "Very good, sir. It is not my business to pry, I only wished to deliver the message to the correct knight. Any misunderstanding is yours to deal with. Good day," he says as he dashes away to make another delivery. The scroll has very little contents, only being a more eloquently written formal request. Sir Roderick has a tent near the rest of the Dragon Legion men and the place is jovial as people greet long time friends separated by the toils of knighthood. Banter between the Dragoons and what looks to be a group of Argonauts is in full swing as two men engage in a contest of strength.
@Sigi: A well dressed man, noble by the look, takes center stage and removes a scroll from his side. Close inspection reveals that scroll has the seal of a wax rose. He opens the scroll and clears his throat as he begins to read, his voice loud and smooth to listen to.
"Three days of festival, three days of fun;
The prize all seek to still be won.
But careless not the path before is tread,
Lest witless seekers join the dead.
If you are wishing to meet the Rose,
These are how your instruction go.
Four tasks to meet and four to beat,
The first of which is to find your feet.
In three hours time the tale will tell
The groups moving where the trials dwell.
Once complete, the tasks only start
To test your mind, not your heart.
Two tests remain to exercise skill
And both are surely to be a thrill.
But steel your soul for the final task,
And after, in glory, you will surely bask."
He finishes and announces the official start of the contest to meet the Rose.
This message was last edited by the GM at 18:55, Mon 09 Jan 2017.