Truth or Daring - Cadfan
Apr 3, 2020 14:47:37 GMT
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Post by Cadfan on Apr 3, 2020 14:47:37 GMT
The scene opens on portal plaza. A crowd has gathered around the notorious, and mostly unused stocks, where we see four people locked in to them. Cadfan, Yak Yak, Ziarae, and Alenea. The town guard are posted around the stocks with grins on their faces. The crowd has now taken to throwing rotten fruit at the group, laughing as they do so.
A tomato lands straight in Cadfan’s face and it slides down, landing with a plop on the floor.
Record scratch. The scene freezes, all except for Cadfan who turns to the camera.
Cadfan: So you’re probably wondering how we ended up here. Well let’s start at the beginning…
***
We met Idari in an alleyway behind a bakery. A note had gone up in the Ettin looking for people who were interested in mischief on this particular day. It turns out the mischief this hundred year old halfling had in mind was not of the sort that would make my pockets heavier.
But it did present the opportunity to do so.
After a brief encounter with the local tour guide Eldon Gimble Waywocket Wegbirt Gnumter Timbersdown, which may have involved me putting him and his tour to sleep with a little spell and then accidentally punching a guard in the face, we ended up at the Gilded Mirror.
Posing as a world famous half-orc gambler Garen Pettyfeet, with a little bit of thieves magic of course, we opened up a tab on the bar and started to blow our way through it, starting with a round of drinks for the entire place.
We soon found ourselves inside of our private booth so we could help Idari plan her mischief.
She wanted to get into the kitchen to do something, a prank of sorts.
After I spectacularly failed to bribe one of the waiters to let us in the kitchen, we settled on rigging the various gambling games, with the help of Ziarae’s familiar, so that Idari could win big, which she eventually did netting us one thousand gold. At that point the day of mischief started to look a little more worth it.
That was when that rich elf turned up by one of the gambling tables and started shouting up the place about some slight.
He was an obnoxious sight, to be sure.
In seconds we all co-ordinated and via the power of magic made him smell, look like he urinated himself, and pulled down his trousers. Everything was going great.
The rich elf called his guards over and marched away with a chest of his winnings, marching up to his room and then leaving the building with his guards in tow.
And that was that. A chest unattended, a rich pompous elf entirely worth stealing from, it was only polite that we rob him.
So we did. We broke into his room, destroyed a mimic he had left as a decoy, and stole everything he bloody had in that chest. I even think I saw either Yak Yak the Kenku or Alenea steal one shoe from each pair the rich elf owned.
We all leapt out of the window from the rich elf’s room before anyone could catch us red handed and fled the scene of the crime.
It was a perfect crime. No witnesses, a magical disguise that made me look like a fancy half-orc. There was no way they could trace this back to me. Or at least I had bloody thought so.
The town guard turned up at the Ettin looking for me, and before I could do a runner and get out of the place, I found myself here at the stocks.
***
A bit of pumpkin hits Cadfan in the face. It stings but the humiliation is worse. He looks across at his fellow partners in crime as they are also pelted. But wait he notices something. Idari isn’t there. A moment of realisation.
Cadfan: Wait a second. Did she rat us out?
A tomato lands straight in Cadfan’s face and it slides down, landing with a plop on the floor.
Record scratch. The scene freezes, all except for Cadfan who turns to the camera.
Cadfan: So you’re probably wondering how we ended up here. Well let’s start at the beginning…
***
We met Idari in an alleyway behind a bakery. A note had gone up in the Ettin looking for people who were interested in mischief on this particular day. It turns out the mischief this hundred year old halfling had in mind was not of the sort that would make my pockets heavier.
But it did present the opportunity to do so.
After a brief encounter with the local tour guide Eldon Gimble Waywocket Wegbirt Gnumter Timbersdown, which may have involved me putting him and his tour to sleep with a little spell and then accidentally punching a guard in the face, we ended up at the Gilded Mirror.
Posing as a world famous half-orc gambler Garen Pettyfeet, with a little bit of thieves magic of course, we opened up a tab on the bar and started to blow our way through it, starting with a round of drinks for the entire place.
We soon found ourselves inside of our private booth so we could help Idari plan her mischief.
She wanted to get into the kitchen to do something, a prank of sorts.
After I spectacularly failed to bribe one of the waiters to let us in the kitchen, we settled on rigging the various gambling games, with the help of Ziarae’s familiar, so that Idari could win big, which she eventually did netting us one thousand gold. At that point the day of mischief started to look a little more worth it.
That was when that rich elf turned up by one of the gambling tables and started shouting up the place about some slight.
He was an obnoxious sight, to be sure.
In seconds we all co-ordinated and via the power of magic made him smell, look like he urinated himself, and pulled down his trousers. Everything was going great.
The rich elf called his guards over and marched away with a chest of his winnings, marching up to his room and then leaving the building with his guards in tow.
And that was that. A chest unattended, a rich pompous elf entirely worth stealing from, it was only polite that we rob him.
So we did. We broke into his room, destroyed a mimic he had left as a decoy, and stole everything he bloody had in that chest. I even think I saw either Yak Yak the Kenku or Alenea steal one shoe from each pair the rich elf owned.
We all leapt out of the window from the rich elf’s room before anyone could catch us red handed and fled the scene of the crime.
It was a perfect crime. No witnesses, a magical disguise that made me look like a fancy half-orc. There was no way they could trace this back to me. Or at least I had bloody thought so.
The town guard turned up at the Ettin looking for me, and before I could do a runner and get out of the place, I found myself here at the stocks.
***
A bit of pumpkin hits Cadfan in the face. It stings but the humiliation is worse. He looks across at his fellow partners in crime as they are also pelted. But wait he notices something. Idari isn’t there. A moment of realisation.
Cadfan: Wait a second. Did she rat us out?
