[D&D Season 28] GOLD RANK TEST

[Creep/DM]

IT IS TIME, GENTLEMEN!

Time for your characters to shine in their Gold Rank Test! As your characters travel through the Multiverse parallel worlds, braving through all manners of danger and strangeness, tell us how they will ace their test. This should be a story of the transition and growth of your characters as they become legendary figures!

[Amoithir]

I've finally gotten around to writing a bit about Felix's gold rank test. I didn't manage to come up with an actually interesting test, so I wrote this instead. I've finally gotten around to writing a bit about Felix's gold rank test. I didn't manage to come up with an actually interesting test, so I wrote this instead.

1. "My Lord, is this really necessary?" Felix just stares at the man. The silence draws on and the head of the city's adventuring guild starts to become uncomfortable. Yes, this is necessary and Felix wants it to be here in his hometown, even if there are some drawbacks. It isn't every day that one becomes a gold ranked adventurer, after all. Finally the man can't endure the silence any longer and sighs. "As you wish, my Lord. Please follow me." The two pass a pair of guards, a cleric and a fighter in heavy armour, and enter a small arena. "Defeat the foes set against you and you will be a gold ranked adventurer." Felix frowns. Hours of study, training his mind with riddles, working to shore up his strengths and this was it? A simple fight? A grate opens to let a group of monsters into the ring. Weak. Slow. They think him unworthy of his rank, Felix realizes, as he lets Reprimand dance. They think he has gotten this far on his family's influence and are afraid he'll fail or get hurt if they truly test him. Does he not deserve better? Then again, maybe he doesn't. He has failed the test of his mind when passing the golden veils in the tower. He has failed to protect, when they and the cavemen were attacked on the jungle island. He failed when his wits were tested in the strange dreamland. The only thing he has not failed at, is brute force.
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   "Weak. Slow. Fodder." Reprimand cuts his enemies to pieces with contemptuous ease. He truly likes his trusty whip. The weapon is hard to control and harder to master and its graceful arcs in his hands are a testament to the skill he has worked so hard to obtain. Maybe that was all he was good for. Violence. He can't afford that, though. He is nobility and with that comes a responsibility to reach greatness. He had the time to train in whatever skill he desires. While others worked for money to live and eat, he had time to study. And he has to make that time count. He has to be better. With a scoff he kills the last monster. As he leaves the arena, the guild master and the two adventurers are frozen in shock. They see him as an adventurer for the first time. Their opinions don't matter. His own does and he is not satisfied. Felix leaves the building dissatisfied, but also renewed determination. There will be plenty of danger and challenge waiting for him out there in the wild and unexplored areas of the world and those are the tests that truly matter. He will be better.

[Aaron Neo]

Clugh sat in his armour with the ought to be discarded remaining tatters of of his blue apprentice wizard's robe still clinging on as rags over his body.

"And why?" the elf asked himself.

A path never taken, a path he had turned away from.

Would he have been happier as a wizard, blending spell and steel in the tradition of his people.

"I might as well mourn not becoming a spearman and a hunter in the elven forests." he scowled to himself.

The new moon was a bright sliver in the night sky and glowed almost golden.

Shapes flitted out of the shadows, morphing into dark hooded figures - shining sickles tucked into their belts flashed as they moved.

It was time.

Clugh took off the rags from his body and placed them on the ground.

Then, he lit them with sparks from his tinderbox.

As the flames roared to life, he held out of a vial with silver flecks to catch the moonlight.

"With the Conclave's permission, I will draw on my magic and allow for transport for all eleven of us to the sacred grove.

Let this spell be a token of my worth, and should I be able to weave it, let me be accorded the recognition that comes from proof of my ability."

Clugh had loved this spell since he first learned of it as a young druid.

Dreams of arcane magic - flight, evoking lightning - there was nothing he could not also do in a slightly different way.

As the flames consumed the last reminder of his wizardly past, Clugh smiled deeply if transparently as he transmuted to wisps of cloud.

He was at peace with where he had found himself in life.

"Oh, and when we reach the grove. I have a one or two beasts I HAVE to show you.

 You are not going to believe me if I don't show you..."