Slime Salad

Cece watches Kailyn's antics and gives a grim nod. "I theenk thees arteefact businees 'as gone to your 'ead." She looks around at who else is there and offers a look at the pamphlet to anyone interested. All the better to be prepared.

You know, when they first broke out the buckets, I thought our test was going to be like that riddle from Die Hard 3, where you have to fill the 5 cup bucket and pour it into the 3 cup bucket and then take the two you have and somehow this is a very logical puzzle. I'm glad we're not doing that one....

"Sooo thees test... do you theenk she weel be tough?" Cece breaks the silence, starting to wonder. "I 'ope they don't make us leeft theengs" . She looks over the pamphlet as she walks, comfortable enough in this neighborhood to let her guard down. "So thees ees 'ow they do ...

I'm unlikely to get anything done no matter what the deadline and I hope that you will ignore any and all requests for an extension. Why? Because every god damn contest has one and it sets a bad precedent. People can't make the deadline because the lack discipline.. they get an extension. Next time ...

"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 firefight...

Five gold pieces?! A week?! "Mondieu! I 'ad no expected so much!" nor had she expected the location of the test.. she had vaguely expected they might be asked to throw things into the buckets or demonstrate some kind of skill. "An 'our and a 'alf ees plenty of time. I know of thees pl...

Cece gives Kailyn a sly smile in return. "You would make a liar of me? 'ow lucky they 'ave brought so many eggs." She then points to the desperate half-orc's fruit-stuffed satchel. "'ow lucky for you, she 'as brought 'er appetite." She scoops eggs onto a plate, barely able to con...

Cece waits to see how the lady reacts to Petrol's pamphlet reading. If it seems to be allowed, she'll join him.

Cece stays near the door, hoping that will be less disruptive to the meeting-in-progress than.. whatever the hell it is Kailyn's up to. She looks on with a face of concern, and maybe a little surprise that madam Lord-Mayor is responding to things so seriously.

Oh, btw, forgot to ask (or might have missed the answer if it had already been asked), are we allowed to use spells from this list ? That wiki seems to be down at the moment-- But I am going to say ask first about the spells. I will probably say "yes" most of the time, but the homebrew st...

Cece smiles and returns the bow. He might be a pig, but his answer.. it was a good thing to say. Assuming the other three haven't killed Kailyn and Cece during their discussion and then sold the bones to make soup, she will begin leading the way to where she last saw The Unlucky Thrust.

The half-elf mutters "Mondieu" under her breath. The attitude confirms his identity. Only a noble could be such a pig. What a morning, to randomly run into the exact man she was trying to meet.. and of course this is who they'd put in charge. Lost and late to his own meeting. An arcane jok...

Cece is thunderstuck by Kailyn's introduction, entirely unsure what his game is. Peekpoquette? She discreetly checks that her focus is safe. Geegolo? Bit over-dressed for that. A Baron? Unlikely.. but the fruit basket is bigger than any she's seen. Arcane Firefighters and now a fruit-bearing Baron ...

For that matter, what English boarding school did you all go to together that you all sound exactly the same?

I've sat up many a night wondering about that myself. I suppose it isn't really a French accent, it just sounds like one to our enlightened ears. There are surely cultural and probably even racial accents within the setting, hers just happens to resemble one we know. In summary, I blame her parents ...