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CAMPAIGN: Cece's Adventure (The Unburning) (D&D5e)

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This thread is a continuation from here: https://www.slimesalad.com/forum/viewto ... &start=823
Cece is sleeping on a bunk upstairs in the headquarters of the Guild of Arcane Firefighters.

The sun is still up, it is late afternoon, and other people are making plenty of noise in the firehouse, but Cece's sleep is well deserved and long delayed.

The room smells of three different kinds of smoke. Fresh smoked sausages, lazyleaf smoke, and the smoke embedded in Cece's own clothing from her first very full morning as a Firefighter.

How long will she sleep? (Only TheGiz knows!)
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Last season on Hot! Hot! Beauty, Bucket, Brigade; Gaiden...

GREED...
In spite of its ordinary appearance, it wasn't just any dumpster; for Inside this dumpster there was a girl, and outside the dumpster there was a sign, made of corrugated fool's wood, and on that sign, hand inscribed in steady peasant script, was a message to the Gods or anyone else who cared enough to answer: "Will fight fires for $$$"
HUBRIS...
The process was slow as it was precise. Forty-seven soft semi-circles clockwise. Forty-seven soft semi-circles counter-clockwise. A hundred would've been excessive. Mundane. Maybe even predictable. Ninety-four seemed about right. At the center of this ritual was the heirloom green orb, shimmering even more than usual under the attention. With a whisper, and a nod towards her dusty, slightly scorched boots, the orb faded to its standard dull glow. The boots, on the other hand, were good as new. Better than new. Maybe even radiant. They couldn't look any better... or could they?

As the hair on the first orphan ignited, a grisly parallel to the birthday candle he'd now never get to blow out, his would-be savior began counting once more... one.... two.... boy, were they going to look great! Maybe she'd do the vest next!
ENVY...
It wasn't fair, Cece sobbed. She'd done all the hard work, rushing to the top of the building, poking holes in the roof, and finally flipping the bucket over to let the water out. All he'd done was dawdle about on each floor, shouting and hollering to his friends, knocking on all the doors and wasting time. This was no time to socialize! It was impossible to tell through the smoke and chaos, but she was pretty sure when last she saw him, he was giving a kid a piggy back ride! How frivolous! It really wasn't fair. Not fair at all. Why should they dig him a nice clean hole in the ground? Put him in the dumpster, give me the hole! He can even keep the bugler, if he wants.
WROTH...
"Come on Cece, I'm the one who found it. The bet was your idea, I didn't have to give you a chance at all. I even gave you best out of three.. and best out of five! The time for games is over. Please... just hand it over. Ok?" Honeyed words from a honeyed man. Enough honey to make you sick. Ever the sore loser, Cece threw her nose in the air. "Fine! You want it so bad, go get it!"

She dropped the beehive in an instant, and in the next gracefully booted it back into the air, sending it sailing out of the darkness of the alley, sailing up into the pale embrace of the moonlight, and finally sailing through the singed curtains of the Official Hamster Republic Role Playing Game Construction Engine. She crossed her arms and hmmphed. Honeysuckle Tuck was sad, sure. It was a big beehive, probably an entire weeks worth of honey. But it was an impressive kick. As the cries of children once again rang through the city, only muted slightly by the buzzing and stinging, he couldn't help but feel like it deserved some kinda points. Two.. no, three! Definitely worth three points.
GLUTTONY...
"Ma'am, we *do* respect the Firefighters, there is nothing personal about this. I would love to sell you that many sausages, but it simply isn't practical! You have only two hands, however will you carry them?" The sausage vendor gestured plaintively. He wanted the gold, who wouldn't? But how could he complete the order? What the firefighting woman said next blew his mind, blew his assistant's mind, and revolutionized sausage selling for decades to come.

"Somebody get me a bucket. A great big bucket. For all this sausage."
LUST!!!
Giggling as she put her eye up to the tent, Cece thought to herself "So *THIS* is what all the fuss is about!" She couldn't make out if the shapes were men or women through all the steam, a clever use of the seemingly infinite supply of water bestowed upon them by the firefighters guild... at least not until one of the shapes turned around. Goodness gracious! She dumped her sausages onto the ground, lifted the bottom of the tent up and kicked the bucket under. The soapy scene turned to bedlam, and before she ran off blushing she said the only thing that came to mind "I think you need it more than I do!"
SLOTH...
Cece is sleeping on a bunk upstairs in the headquarters of the Guild of Arcane Firefighters.

The sun is still up, it is late afternoon, and other people are making plenty of noise in the firehouse, but Cece's sleep is well deserved and long delayed.

The room smells of three different kinds of smoke. Fresh smoked sausages, lazyleaf smoke, and the smoke embedded in Cece's own clothing from her first very full morning as a Firefighter.

How long will she sleep?
SEASON TWO, COMING SOOOON!
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DM wrote:Best. Recap. Ever.
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It had been a long day. Of that, there was little doubt. A hard day too, but even with all the troubles, it had still been a pretty good day. After a long good day, it had only seemed appropriate to take a good, long rest. Cece threw off the covers and took a step. Hmm... springy! Hadn't even had to work at getting her eyes open.. Mondieu, it had been a good long rest! She couldn't tell how long as she started making the bed, which had been in shambles even before the covers were thrown. Eh, good enough. With the corners haphazardly tucked under the mat, Cece sat down and began prestidigitating until her red hair at least looked clean.

It'd been a very long time since she'd woken up indoors. Was she supposed to say something? Was someone else waiting in line for the bed? The focus of her magic became the bed. Clean! Clean! Cl.. oh and cool! Nothing worse than sleeping in a bed someone else had gotten all warm. Feels like evening... hopefully it will be finished before anyone had something mean to say about it...
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There is one other firefighter sleeping in one of the bunks with a blanket pulled over their head. The rest of the bunks are empty.

One of the two washrooms is locked. Small noises indicate somebody is in there.

There are some sounds of talking downstairs, it sounds like at least a few of the other firefighters are up and about.

Out the window, the sun is visible shining on the peaks of the mountains. Oh! It is morning, not afternoon! Cece really did sleep for a long time. More than a full night's sleep easily!.

As if to drive the point home, an unseen bird on the roof starts singing, and a group of small school-children on their way to school pass noisily in front of the building.
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Let's clomp down the stairs and see what the rest of the gang is doing, then. Before anyone has time to get angry about some faux pas, perceived or otherwise. Cece quietly appreciates the phrase "faux pas". Why can't all language be so beautiful?
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In spite of the noises from a moment ago, the downstairs room is empty at the moment.

There are voices coming from the back room and the stables. It sounds like two of the other firefighters are debating something to do with "horses".

Someone knocks firmly on the front door.
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Typical, typical! Everybody comes out to help on the first day, but when the real work starts they're off to brag to their butlers and drug dealers! Cece throws open the door and greets whomever is there with a hearty "'ello! 'ow may I 'elp you?" How many days should I stick with this, she wonders. What's the right amount of time to be better than the other quitters, but not a pathetic hanger-on? A tiny voice in the back of her head reminds her of the gold... she hates that voice.
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On the doorstep is a human man dressed in the servant's livery of one of the noble houses. He is young and strong, and has a haughty air about him that seems as if even though he may be a servant in a more prestigious neighborhood, he thinks the poor quarter and everyone in it is beneath him.

As the door opens, He pulls his attention from sneering at the passing school children, and directs his gaze on Cece.

"Oh. I'm looking for a representative of the Guild of Arcane Firefighters" he says, craning his head to look around Cece, as if hoping to spot a real firefighter somewhere in the room behind her.
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Indignant, Cece crosses her arms over her chest and pops her head back into his line of sight, hopping occasionally to compensate for his height. "An' what ees wrong weeth the one een front of you?" she asks professionally, or as professionally as someone doing cross-armed hops to keep in your face can be.[/b]
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"Oh! Oh. You. I see" the man seems both flustered and disappointed, but he shrugs regains a greater semblance of professionalism than before. He actually makes eye contact with Cece now.

"The Lord Treasurer wishes to meet with a representative of the Guild of Arcane Firefighters. I am here to take you to his office"

He gestures towards a horse and coach waiting across the street.
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Cece looks at the man, looks at the coach and then back to the man. How far is it to the Lord Treasurer's office? Ehhhh..... she turns around and shouts " 'ey, one of you wan' go see Lord Trasierrer, yes? I stay 'ere een case there ees fire?" her wide-eyes search the room. Somebody? Anybody? Please?
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The only other firefighters in earshot are Ebald and Ursula.

Ebald shakes his head emphatically, and exits towards the back room.

Ursula shrugs. She puts her hands on her hips, and stands watching Cece and the messenger, but she does not volunteer without further coaxing.

The messenger waits with restrained, but visibly apparent impatience.

The horse across the street whinnies. The coach looks quite fancy. It is decorated with elaborate carvings and gilt trim. It looks out-of-place on this moderately shabby street.
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"Leave eet all to me, then." Cece sighs, turning back to the man. "We 'ad better geet started, no?" . Approaching the coach feels like approaching the sun, as the pristine paint and polished gold of the carriage do little to dull its fading afternoon rays. Yet somehow, as the half-elf raises her hand towards the handle to let herself in, (the messenger seems nervous... maybe 'e's the one who 'as to polish..), she felt a terrible sensation of cold. Who would lavish such attention on an inanimate object like this (her hand subconciously checking her orb) when there's so many living things that could use some love. ( "'ello 'orsie'" she whispers )

But none of that is important. How the hells do you get up there? Nothing sticks out as a handhold, and breaking part of a carriage so ornate could be a scandal that gets the whole guild shut down. Without wanting to ask and seem stupid, she does the only thing that makes sense. A sudden hop towards the open side-door, hopefully without touching, or worse, breaking anything on either side.

{{1d20 + 3 Acrobatics check}}
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<p><b>Gizmog</b> rolls...</p><ul><li><b>1d20 + 3 Acrobatics check:</b> 17 + 3 &rArr; 20</li></ul>
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