CAMPAIGN: The Unburning (D&D5e)

Cece grins ear to ear waiting for their instructions, this is what she's been waiting all day for. Afterwards, I'll have to ask Provincial about his accent she thinks, how unusual to find someone in this city who talks like back home.

Arcadia sighs heavily at the sight of them all. What a bunch of buffoons! She notices Sharn flapping around like a bird while someone plays the violin. Arcadia seriously considers walking away, right then and there. If she turns around right now, nobody will notice her absence. But then she thinks about her father and all of the bills piling up everyday. She sighs and takes a step towards Provincial Pilsbury, glad in a way that he thinks they're some sort of circus troupe. They certainly behave like one …

"Hopefully we are all quite done with our little act…" she says, side-eyeing everyone hoping they'll settle down (but secretly knowing they won't) "Please do inform of us what test we must do, before the day gets away from us."

This child wanted so much to be like her. It was almost painful to see it acting in such a foolish way. Sharn considered sharing her other potion with the child. She knew that such things were frowned upon, but look at this child. Well, that would have to wait in any case. She couldn't possibly handle the delicate potion bottle in her beak without potentially dropping it. For now, the child will just have to flap around looking ridiculous.

"Yes! Yes! The test! We haff been working hard on her" Provincial Pilsbury says, gesturing for the group to follow him. "I theenk you will enjoy her!"

He leads whoever follows around the side of the big tent, past the smaller tent where the hogs are still squealing, an up a set of stone steps to another large tent set apart from the others. This tent is ringed with a low wall, and also seems to have an internal wooden skeleton supporting a second floor.

Although the morning sun is shining brightly, the interior of this tent seems extremely dark, as if perhaps the canvas if this tent is unusually thick.

Smoke trickles out of a crude flap near the apex of the tent.

Death-of-Angels is there, and she comes and stands close to Provincial.

Provincial says nothing, he just stands there grinning expectantly.

Normin quietly follows along, allowing the day's events fold out for him as he continues into the tent.

Now Provincal had brought the kobold cub with him, and seems to expect something from the party. Before, they had with held information, and now it seems that they've come to an awkward impasse. Whatever Provincal wishes, it is cryptic, and implies the kobold might be some kind of device at first thought.

He finally questions the display, "Is this a sort of puzzle? No, no, I don't mind if it is, but it would only be fair to make sure before I make further assumptions."

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

"Look up there, there's smoke coming out of the tent! I think there's a fire in there, and we have to put it out!" Petrol would suggest, venturing to take a peek inside the big tent.

EDIT: Actually, I can salvage my previous post.

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

Sharn followed behind the others, flapping her arm wings every so often. "I wonder what's cooking. It better not be bird!" Sharn unknowingly blurted before letting out a concerned, "ca-CRAW!"

Cece follows, remarking as she does, "Mondieu, eet ees so exciteeng!"

"Yes, I see.. so we fetch the pail, but my understanding tells me that there is something else misplaced."

OOC: My previous RP post is valid again, I got really mad at myself for a moment there

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

"Eh? No puzzle, my good talking hat" says Provincial. "The fellow here guesses correctly! Thees tent is simply on fire, you simply need to put it out"

And then like an afterthought, "Oh! And there is 8 persons inside!"

Petrol nods at Provincial's explanation. "That's all well and good. Should we wait for a bit before we go in and rescue them? I mean, we're here thirty minutes early, so you must've been expecting a bigger fire before we got here."

Evangeline's face shifts from doubt to severity, with a bit of confusion intermingled. Whether or not he's being serious about the tent being actually on fire with people inside, Evangeline gives him the response that she hopes he's looking for.

"Gh! The bucket...!" She calls out, looking for it. "And there are eight people inside? Someone should start trying to evacuate them!"

"Rasvim volunteers to evacuate tent!" He shifts his hat onto his head and prepares to dash.

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"Eight persons eenside?! There ees no time to waste! Feel the buckets!" the half-elf woman yells, heart beating out of her chest. Checking her helmet and cloak, she follows Rasvim.