CAMPAIGN: The Unburning (D&D5e)

Normin focuses his attention upward, and as the remaining smoke and steam swirls out the vents and holes, he can make out many moving wires, some snaking vine-like around the wooden supports, and others that seem to to protrude into the fabric itself. Although the movement and position of the wires is chaotic, they all seem to converge on one common end-point still unseen at the crest of the tent roof where the steam is still thickest.

Provincial Pilsbury calls out "Goot work! Geet on out, all off you, so Mr Jangley may clean her up!"

Performance shows through tinker toys, a crafty art for the less magically inclined. At least with illusion magic, there are no wires.

No reason to stick around he supposes. He trots down the stairway once more and hands the artifact to whomever is the first to receive it; priceless baubles are a curse to him, nowadays.

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"'ooray! We deed eet!" Cece goes back by the entrance they came in from and waits to make sure everyone's getting out okay. She's smiling, but in her eyes she's clearly worried too. If they hadn't been puppets, would things have gone so well?

Sharn runs around in circles to escape the cat.

"Good work!" Says Provincial Pilsbury. He takes a notebook and pen, and begins to scribble a note. "I theenk Lady Kari will be pleased"

As the last person exits the tent, there is a cacophony of ripping and tearing noises. The damaged tent splits apart at many seams, and begins to be pulled upward. Within a few seconds the whole tent is being crumpled and folded at the roof-line. As it is wadded up, the remainder of the smoke is squeezed out like suds out of a sponge. Only the bare wood scaffolding remains.

The animate bundle of wires that did this climbs down from the roof like a spider with dozens of needle-thin legs. It drops the folded steaming remains of the tent in a large heap near the wax dummies.

At the center of the wires is a metal canister the same size as an average tankard of ale. The whole apparatus coils itself up and hunkers near the ground like a giant octopus, uncomfortable with no place to hide

The other two Kobold children join in chasing Sharn. Apparently they have seen Mr Jangley before, and don't find him interesting.

Well that was no fun, he didn't even get to poke one of the figures. He ignores the contraption for now, he's seen stranger things before. Still, it's over, so may as well go with the flow.

He strides over to the dwarf and puts his arm around the man, "Excellent! And might I say, that was a most exhilarating and thrilling event! Now that it's done with, what's say we all go out to celebrate? First round of drinks is on me everyone!"

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"Mondieu! Look at eet go!" Cece watches the tent fold up in absolute astonishment, having never seen anything like that in all her life. She's totally forgotten about 5 gp a day, about the corrupt nobles, the plight of the homeless and the two hundred people who died.

Cece has to know just one thing. She turns to Provincial Pilssbury and asks "Wh.. what do you do when you no traineeng firemen?"

Rasvim stares transfixed at Mr. Jangley. He's never seen anything so interesting in his life. The way the contraption manipulated those puppets... there must be someone inside. He walks over to examine Mr. Jangley further.

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Normin's thoughts on tinkering still hold true; admittedly automation are impressive, but nothing that should be too out of the ordinary at this point.

He acknowledges the tiefling's offer, but declines, "I drink to tune out other people; but don't let me blemish your joy, jig and dance as you will. I'll have my share of sorrow when the time comes."

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"By Illemeux..." Evangeline says, transfixed by the automaton, "I've never seen anything quite like it. "

A tent rigged by an automaton, just for the purpose of putting them through a test? Seems too specific. Evangeline wonders what other reasons could possibly exist for this magnificent, wiry monstrosity existing. Then she hears the prospect of free drinks, and turns to look at Kailyn.

"Celebrations? Drinks? I guess this was a victory, in a way." Evangeline says. "Perhaps a little celebration is in order for the formation of the Arcane Fire-Fighters."

Kailyn moves from Pilbury and towards Evangeline. He grabs puts his arm around her, spins the two around, and strikes a pose with arm pointed out towards the city. "That's the spirit, my lovely! Come, we shall now go and celebrate the founding of the Sausage Buckets! The city's premiere arcane fire-fighting guild! Now come, onwards we go!"

He releases Evangeline and skips along his merry way towards the nearest tavern.

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Ebald stares at the tent folding up in front of him. "Oh my, what an amazing contraption... Impressive."

He follows the rest of the newly named Sausage Buckets to the tavern with a smile on his face, ready to celebrate a job well done.

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Provincial seems to be thinking about the offer of drinks, "Well, perhaps... but I haff to finish some work here..."

To Cece, he explains, "I am Head Chef and Chief Sausage Taster here, but we do most our work at night, my day ees almost done. I could follow in an hour."

He calls after Kailyn, "You go to Unlucky Thrush? I meet you there!"

Mr Jangley shrinks back just a little as Rasvim examines him, but does not flee. He is almost entirely made of wires, except for the canister, which is too small for even an infant gnome to hide inside .

"GOLEM" says Mr Jangley in a buzzing voice that sounds like he might be making it by vibrating his wire tentacles.

"WANT GO WORK" says Mr Jangley.

"Yes, yes, thank you Mr Jangley!" Says Provincial. "You did a fine job, you may go"

Mr Jangley uncoils a bit, picks up all eight wax dummies like they weighed nothing, and slowly skitters spider-like towards the big main culinary tent.

"Unlucky Thrush... okay.." Cece repeats, unable to take her eyes off Mr. Jangley as he walks off. Oh hell, the others are almost all gone.. and none of us died! "'ey wait up! Thees does call for dreenks!"

Maybe if everyone gets drunk enough they'll forget the unfortunate moniker they've giving themselves.. Sausage Bucket? It will never catch on..

When they arrive (assuming nothing happens, and assuming Kailyn actually manages to find his way) he'll plop a gold piece down onto the counter and order a round for everyone.

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