CAMPAIGN: The Unburning (D&D5e)

Ebald has been watching all the shenanigans silently with his hand on his chin. He put on a cloak, preferring to wear something a bit lighter in case he needed to bust out his quarterstaff. He noticed the arguments going on over the bucket and walks over to the arguing group with the bucket.

He crossed his arms and added to the discussion "Not that I am distrustful of any of you, but I think we should keep a vigilant eye on that bucket. It's too valuable an item we have been entrusted with for one person to carry alone, there's always the danger of the person holding it getting mugged or some such. Restraining the bucket holder sounds a bit extreme, but I agree with Kaylin that we should travel in groups. The bucket should not travel alone."

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Evangeline suppresses a sigh. There's no need for this much quarrel to be posed over a damn bucket, magical as it is. If this doesn't resolve soon, they're never going to get out of this room.

"Is such division necessary, Kailyn?" Evangeline ponders. "I just propose we accompany Sharn. You seem to be the shining beacon of morality, enough to quell any fears of the artifact vanishing."

It almost pains her to say it, as there's clearly something off about Kailyn. That man is just too damn friendly and trusting for his own good. Nobody is like that unless they have an agenda; Evangeline knows this from experience.

Sharn began to leave. "The bucket's coming with me. If you want to follow it so bad, then try to keep up."

"Oh, it's not division, it's organization. It's rather difficult to organize..." Kailyn looks around, counting, "Eleven of us. Instead, if we were organized into..." he counts on his fingers, "Four groups, that's four representatives to talk to and issue orders to, much simpler. But if you do wish me to accompany you, then you, our lovely half-orc friend here, and myself shall accompany the magical bucket."

He pauses then says, "But I did say four should accompany the bucket..." He turns to Cece and says, "My dear, would you be so kind as to accompany us and the bucket as well? I would be most delighted to have your company with us."

He sees Sharn trying to leave, and snaps his finger, causing the door to slam shut. "Now, now, my dear, it will be ever so much more fun if we leave together. Besides, our lovely Cece knows the way, and it'll be much easier if our guide comes with us. And who knows? In time, the four of us will become the best of friends."

Spell Used: Thaumaturgy to close unlocked doors.

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Evangeline internally shakes her head. Kailyn's certainly trying to make a pass at every woman present. Still a good mark, but perhaps not as easy as she thought he would be. For now, a potential prospect is on the backburner to a promised pay. Seeing him shut the door with magic, he certainly wants to keep things under his control.

Evangeline keeps a steady eye on Sharn, waiting for her reaction. If she makes her way to leave, Evangeline will follow.

The door slammed shut and Sharn turned back towards the Tiefling. He seemed to be the one that closed it. "Of course." She said out loud, though to herself. "It was the tiefling all along wasn't it. He's not going to let anyone here actually leave now. I bet the food is poison. Smart of me not to eat it. He got more then he....." Sharn stopped talking and grabbed her head suddenly. No, no! she told herself, in her head. You almost did it again. Don't listen to him.

"Open the door," she said dryly. She placed the bucket on the ground.

Petrol would give a nod to Kailyn, and seems satisfied with his group. "I think it's a good idea for us to split into groups. You can go on ahead and I'll join with... whoever is left and catch up later."

Meanwhile, Big Hat Normin elects to leave the debate of responsibility to others- he had already made his decision, and the others are far more demanding or controlling; that and he is not the most sociable sort.

The artifact itself is interesting. It circumvents the magical laws set in place that dictate the elements. Perhaps it is key to understanding the mystic laws set in place that make the city what it is, but in his semi-amnesia state, he lacks the ability to meditate upon it for the time being. Whoever owns the artifact is also very rich, and can afford to make a costly power play such as this.

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Kailyn bows to Petrol and gestures towards the door, "The door is open and unlocked, ready for anyone to leave should they so desire." He winks and grins at Sharn as he says so.

He then straightens up and says, "So as soon as we're ready, myself, Cece, and our two lovely friends here, and of course, the bucket, will be off as well."

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Sharn leaves, leaving the bucket and everyone else behind. She turns around corners and weaves around passage ways until she is sure she's alone.

For the love of all that is merciful, please get going already.

Evangeline strains herself at the idiocy of the situation. Though, she'd rather not make enemies out of people who can be potentially good allies (or benefactors), so she bites her tongue, and resigns herself to leave with Kailyn and his potential harem.

Kailyn gestures to the other two women and follows after Sharn with a smile. He picks the bucket off the floor, places it atop his head like a jaunty little hat, and salutes Lady Kari.

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Rasvim arrives right as the group is leaving (unless the DM deems otherwise). He gets filled in on what he missed and decides to follow Normin. Though he'd normally be very hateful of gnomes, he senses something different about this one. A deep wisdom, and old wounds that never healed.

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"Kailyn is a peeg, but 'e is right. We are 'ere to fight fires, no each other." She shakes her head. "Eet ees exciting, yes? To 'elp our city?" Cece dons a helmet and a cloak, if there are any still available and makes ready to leave with anyone who seems serious about firefighting, which sadly does include Kailyn at the moment.

"I am Cece, by the way." she introduces to the others, realizing they'd missed that step.

Petrol would join Rasvim and Normin on the way over to the sausage factory, taking the remaining buckets as he does so, one of the pamphlets in his backpack and a red helmet on his head.