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A New You, Tuesday, Period Two

Today, students, you would enter the danger shop to find yourself and your merry band of fellows sitting on the outskirts of that same seaside community, near a particularly large but depressingly sparse-looking farmer's field.

"Congratulations," Fjord said jovially once it looked as though everybody had arrived. "Warden cut you a deal... you all get to clear your name together, innocent or otherwise, if you do the town this one particular favor. You see, apparently, there have been some kobolds stirring up hell on the outskirts of town. They tend to show up around the same time every night, digging up farms, ruining crops. Now... we can't have that. Yes, this town does also have a fairly active fishing industry and the hunting on the outskirts isn't half bad. The locals aren't necessarily going to go hungry, but winters are long this far north, and people need the grains and other such things in their diet, and a good deal of the town's economy comes from trading their harvest."

He didn't figure most of the class necessarily cared. He was still going to share what the Warden had said. Important backstory, and all.

"So, to clear your names, you'll need to find out what the kobolds want and deal with it, or just kill the little fuckers and get it over with. Up to you. Warden doesn't care how the job gets done, just so long as this gets put to a stop." He lifted his chin and smiled pleasantly at his little adventuring party. "So... what do you do?"

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What the hell's a kobold?

Just be impressed the danger shop more or less looks like it was cooperating again today.

With wee bitty subthreads mostly for my own enjoyment of getting things to go slightly collapsey. Neener.

This is where you all begin, looking out over the farmer's field. There's a little house nearby, and the farmer is looking out at all of you hopefully. Or possibly suspiciously. The field itself is fenced in, and seems to have an assortment of crops growing in it, mostly root vegetables and some assorted gourds, though half of it also seems to have been dedicated to some manner of grain.

Here is where you all come up with your game plan. Set a trap, talk to the farmer to see if he has any clues, just hang around waiting for your mystery kobolds, what-have-you.

You've got about ten minutes to prepare before, slinking through the darkness, seven small figures appear. They look reptilian in nature, like tiny coppery dragons without wings made to stand upright, and maybe come up to the knee of any one person here today.

Well. Any one of you who isn't too ridiculously tall, anyway.

They don't seem to be paying you any attention, and one of them, rather than holding the short swords and daggers that the rest are, is carrying a shovel.

What do you do?

Whatever goes here is going to be up to you guys! I'll add an NPC here as need be, should there be a need, for you to interact with!

He's here and just hanging out beside the farmer's house, arms crossed over his chest, looking interested and faintly amused.

Congratulations, Nina. You've been voluntold to be the class liaison between the other students and the big green guy, if need be. Or to help with whatever. TA stuff.

Koboooooolds.

You know, OrcPub was up for all of an hour over the weekend and I should have saved PDfs of people's sheets but do you think that's a thing I thought of until I saw it was down again this morning? Nah.

So, last week's comment with links is over here and if there's anything you nerds need, any questions to ask OOCly and whatnot, feel free to tap me here.

~~Prompto Argentum~~ Seros Glacium

~~Prompto~~ Seros was looking around a little, glad for his hooded cloak as he lifted a hand to block out the sun, which he was ready to complain about at great length at the first opportunity, which he figured was a good way to get into his character, thinking about how best to mope and gripe about how it was just too bright out here, couldn't they find a nice dark and gloomy dungeon to go crawling through instead?

But he was there, and there were kobolds to deal with, and while Prompto would have likely leaned into a solution that was more like negotiation than anything else, Seros was supposed to be someone different, so he just shrugged and said what he felt was the opposite of what he'd usually say, with an almost bored and so over it murmur, "Can't we just go kill them all and be done with it?"

Soooooooo bored, you guys, uuuggghhh.

~~Keyleth~~ Yelden

Guess who actually was taking very careful mental notes on all the information about the town, because regardless of whether her character would be doing the same she as the player was completely in earnest about trying to help them? (Anyway, she figured as a firbolg she’d still be tuned in enough to how the town relied on its natural environment.)

Seriously though, this class was going to turn out to be so useful in a few years, given the sheer staggering amount of time Vox Machina was going to spend bullshitting their way through situations instead of just being honest.

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~~Keyleth~~ Yelden cracked her knuckles. “Time to go crack some kobold skulls!”

It could’ve come out much more fierce, true. But she was trying here!

She was also scouting around the edges of the field, assessing its defenses (such as they were) and likely weak points for the kobolds to go after first; after a while, she nodded and lumbered over toward the house to knock on the farmer’s door.

Possibly a little too hard, because of course now would be when she tried to lean into her role some more.

There was a gasp, and then a kind of awkward scrabbling within the house before, finally, the door opened, and a fairly fit (if slightly frazzled) dwarf gentleman, approaching middle-aged and with a dark beard that fell to about mid-chest, peered up at Yelden.

And up.

And... up.

"Well," he commented, blinking. "Would you get a load of you?"

“I know, right?” Well, apparently Yelden was just a really bubbly and excitable kind of fighter, the kind who would spread her hands and beam at the comment, because Keyleth was going to roll with that now. “Oh wow, this is quite the height difference — I mean, uh. Hi. I just wanted to ask you a few questions, you know, about any patterns you’ve observed in the kobolds’ behavior when these incidents crop up?”

An awkward pause.

“Heh. Crop up. I didn’t — that was probably in kind of poor taste. Sorry. Carry on.”

That dwarf was squinting a little at the joke, but there was just something about a good-natured very large individual who was coming to assist that he couldn't quite hold against them, and so he gave a chuckle (faintly nervous; you try not being when swarms of lizards came around, well-armed and steadily destroying your livelihood), and gestured out to the field.

"Every night," he complained. "Every night they come by here, soon as the sun sets, and a group of the little bastards keeps watch while one digs. Digs and ruddy digs, back and forth, doesn't matter if there's something growing there or not. Ruined my turnips last week. It was the cabbages yesterday. I tried to chase them off the first night they came through, but they damn near took my arm off." He frowned a little. "They don't seem to have any interest in the house, though. Only the field."

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“Only the field,” she echoed, drumming her fingers against the pommel of her morningstar. “So they’re not interested in hurting people, just — huh. Digging. And not necessarily trying to steal crops, either? Do they leave with anything, or just leave everything dug up and ruined?”

She was being a bit cerebral for the party fighter, true, but you could have fun with character archetypes, dammit.

"That's the hell of it, innit? They'll ruin the crop, but leave it. They haven't left with a single damn thing! All that digging, and they aren't even interested in the food!"

It was enough to drive a dwarf to madness, Yelden. Madness.

Beau finally had a calm enough day to manage had gotten over her kneejerk aversion to being seen doing nerdy things enough to actually make it up to the school today!

She looked dubiously amused but also slightly weirded out as she made her way through the field over to where Fjord was standing, glancing around at both the surrounding farm setting and the various students doing their thing.

“This is kinda creepily like home, dude. I’m impressed. And maybe a little bit disturbed.”

Go figure, it probably wasn’t all that different from the small towns where they were going to end up starting their adventuring career, huh?

Go figure!

"Strange as hell when I can actually get this room to do what I tell it," Fjord agreed, turning to give a little nod and a pleasant grin to Beau. "I want a field, I get a field. I want a dwarf farmer, and I get one." He paused. "Had to do a little negotiating with it before class, though. It seemed to be under the impression that I wanted a dwarf rabbit."

And then there had been dozens of them, and...

Anyway.

"Good to see you made your way here, Beau. Was starting to wonder if you'd pay a visit."

"That's — hmm." Yelden started to bring her hand up to her mouth to chew on her thumbnail in thought before Keyleth realized it and decided that wasn't something her character would do. "Have you been going back into the fields to repair the areas that they dug up? Or no, better question, do they tend to dig in the same spot, or different ones?"

"What's dug is dug," the dwarf sighed. "My wife's been salvaging what she can while this arm of mine heals, and she'll fill in the holes and she'll set to rights what might still grow, though it's terrible bloody sickly right now. Next night they come by, they dig somewhere else, ruin the next patch of perfectly good crop."

"You couldn't have kept the dwarf rabbit hopping around too?"

Did Beau actually . . . sound faintly disappointed about that? Yes. Yes, she did.

For about a second before she shrugged and waved a hand.

"It's cool, whatever. So like you just ask the room what you want it to look like and it just gives it to you? Mostly?"

Yes, that was an incredulous tone in her voice. Do you have any idea how many expensive spell components it would take to pull off something like this in their world?

Yelden — no, it was actually Keyleth out of character who did this — made a small distressed noise.

"I could — " she began to offer, all her instincts as a druid and a generally sympathetic person coming to the forefront, then reminded herself she was in character and shook her head. "Maybe someone among my, um, colleagues over there might be able to do something about that arm of yours, at least. I'm going to take a look around your fields if you don't mind, and see if anything unusual jumps out at me, okay?"

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A New You, Tuesday, Period Two

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