CAMPAIGN: The Unburning (D&D5e)

"As amusing as this is, I have the means to step in if Sharn continues to embarrass us. Not that I care, of course."

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<TheGiz> oh hai doggy, oh no that's the straw that broke tjhe came baclsb

Cece thinks about it, eyes glued to the violin. On one hand, that did look pretty painful and there's something clearly wrong. On the other hand, Kailyn probably deserved it. Somebody should restrain the half-orc but, on the other hand, Provincial Pillsbury might throw her off the team if he sees it and she's clearly trouble.

Cocking her head just slightly over her shoulder, she finally decides "Wait an' see, 'eh? Kailyn weel be okay. an' so far she no seem too bad either. Meester Peelsbury weel know wha' to do."

She cocks her head the other way towards Normin "Perfect, you take care of eet. before adding "Nice 'at!"

Situation under control. Time for the show!

The high-elf woman snarls "Stay away from me!" as she retreats out of sight into the smaller tent. The squeals of her hogs remain audible.

A broad dwarf bursts from the front door of the tent. He is wearing a white sleeveless smock with bloodstains on it. His forehead and chin are bald, but his sideburns and mustache bind together into two mighty blonde handlebars that spread out wider than his shoulders.

"Who-hey!? Who ees these people, my little Death-of-Angels?" Provincial Pilsbury asks, looking at the older kobold girl with the cyan-and-white, but she is staring entranced with her mouth hanging open at Evangeline's violin, swaying slightly in time with the music.

The blue-and-pink kobold (the one who claims to have a cat) suddenly sprints towards Sharn and Kailyn, flapping her arms wildly and screaming "I'm a bird too! I'm a bird too!"

Provincial Pilsbury looks around at the crow of people "What, a circus now? Ees this a sideshow? Are you mummers? Telling me who you are!-- I understand if you are mummers you cannot say, but gesture, gesture what this is all about! There ees important New Guild meeting here in little less an half an hour, and I do not haff time for a show!"

At about the same instant that Kailyn's paralysis wears off, the blue-and-pink kobold collides face-first with his leg, and flops back in the dust with an injured squawk.

Evangeline sighs, stops playing, and steps forward.

"I take it that you are Provincial Pilsbury. I am Evangeline Arrielis. Me and the people with me are the potential recruits of the Arcane Fire-Fighters, sent here by Lady Kari. Forgive the show, I promise we are here on serious business.

We were told to come see you for a...test?"

The children wish they could be as grand as Sharn was now. "Cra-CAW-CAW-CAW-CRAW!" she bellowed, flapping her arms wildly. She was so majestic she amazed even herself.

"'ello, sorry we are early. We deed no' want to be late." she says a little sad the show's over but eager to back up the bard and prove she's serious. "I am Cece Celasier, 'ow do you do?"

Kailyn shakes his head, clearing his thoughts. "Well, that was something. Haven't been paralyzed since that party two cities ago, and that was a lot more enjoyable than this." He sees the dwarf and decides he must be the man in charge, so he approaches him, ignoring the kobold child.

"Ah, my good friend, we are the new arcane fire fighters that have been advertised! He puts an arm around the dwarf and spins around so the two are side-by-side. He spreads his arm out towards the city, "Look at that, my good friend! The great city! And it is at risk of terrible fire, so we, out of the goodness and nobility of our hearts, have come to volunteer to fight this accursed danger!"

His face then sobers up, and he bends down to crouch face-to-face with the dwarf. "But I am hurt, my friend, hurt! To think that we would find, in this enlightened day and age, people who judge others so harshly because of their appearance! I was asking this lovely woman for the news around here, and she accused my poor, fragile self of being a bandit! Can you believe it, good sir? Accused, for the sin of being curious and interested in the lives of others out of the goodness of my heart. It is not my fault I look like this, as it is not anyone's fault for looking the way they do."

Kailyn then stands, hand to forehead in mock distress. "But I shall soldier on, and while reparations are welcome, I will not force the issue for we, the Sausage Bucket Brigade, are here to help you in any way we can."

He bows to the dwarf, flourishing his cape as he does, "So, my very good friend, what service may we perform for this most beautiful of cities?" He gives the dwarf a wink, and says, "Though I must say, not quite as beautiful or as handsome as you, friend."

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Even the dwarf...does he have no shame? He's so easy that it's going to be difficult to go anywhere with him...and Sharn's still a bird in her mind, for whatever reason. Illemeux grant her strength, she didn't expect this farce...

Evangeline looks to Provincial Pilsbury, with a look of desperation and pain.

Petrol would march forth and shake the dwarf's hand whenever he is able. "The name's Petrol, and as the others have said, we are the new recruits for the Guild of Firefighting. I know our group may look unusual now, but I assure you that we're fully capable of any task that you have in mind for us." And if they couldn't? Well, that'd just be poor test design.

Petrol nods approvingly at Sharn. Of course, she was just playing a game with the koboldlings. Not going crazy at all.

Still surprised and somewhat at a loss of words by the transformation he saw before him, Ebald "We're here to... Put out the fires" to the dwarf. Everything he could have said had been said by Kaylin, even though he was more than a bit suspicious of the teifling's amorous intentions towards this dwarf. He straightened up and followed up with "My name's Ebald, pleased to meet you. We're here from the arcane fire fighters." He desired to stay professional, despite the strange behavior of his companions of the sausage bucket brigade.

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Thankfully the provincial finally comes around before Normin is forced- no, not forced; there was never any need to due to lack of actual danger- cast a sleeping on Sharn. At most, it was a small threat that he suspected would not amount to anything.

"'Circus' is an apt term for the lot of us- somebody certainly saw fit to allow the most estranged and.. how do I say it..?- colorful pickups to qualify to put lives in their hands. Isn't that quite the happening?"

He does not give his name. Maybe it is out of neglect, or apathy for proper introductions. At the mention of a meeting in half an hour, he responds, "We came in a timely manner- or at least I myself had. A wizard is never late, nor early, so saith some ancient vessel of ego that must have been sure of himself. Give or take my companions' desire for an early lunch, I'm sure we are ready to proceed as soon as possible."

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<TheGiz> oh hai doggy, oh no that's the straw that broke tjhe came baclsb

Rasvim walks up to the provincial and shakes his hand as well. "Rasvim is pleased to meet Mr. Pillsbury."

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Kailyn slaps himself on the forehead and says, "How terribly remiss of me, my fine dwarven friend!" He does another flourish with a bow, before straightening and saying, "I am the Baron Kailyn Kandel, agent of the divine, upholder of truth and justice," he leans in closer with a suggestive grin and sparkle in his eyes, "And 'friend' to all."

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Provincial takes in all this, and then his face brightens in comprehension.

"Mondieu!" Provincial exclaims, slapping the side of his head. She is a mad genius, the Lady Kari! As mad as she ees wise! Who knows more of fire than Cooks? Circus performers! The juggling batons? the tiger-hoops? Thee clown's breath? all of them burn! It ees all so clear now!"

Provincial claps his hands and says to the cyan-white Kobold child "These are them, my Death-of-Angels, run! Go tell Mr Jangley we are ready to begin!"

The Kobold named Death-of-Angels gives one last longing look at Evangeline's violin, and sprints away purposefully.

Provincial grins ear-to-ear, clearly pleased that these Arcane Circus Firefighter Clowns are so punctual and so polite.

The blue-pink Kobold keeps flapping around with Sharn. She bumps into the back of Kailyn's knees a few more times.

Ursula trots up the trail behind them breathing hard. She has a bandage on her cheek, and fresh bruises on her knees. "Did I miss anything good?" She asks Bobo.

A circus is right. They look more like a travelling sideshow than the city's Arcane Fire-Fighters to be.

She approaches Provincial.

"So, what is this test that Lady Kari had planned for us?"