The full seasonal event can be read here! Below are the main seasonal items for quick reference:
1. A thread reacting to the season's weather in some ways.
2. A thread in the part of the city your character doesn't live in!
3. A thread relating to your vocation.
Of The Season
Quote
"Tell Dr. Nate that Gale sent you, and he still owes me for the mushrooms. Except that it takes you a while to reach the clinic, and by the time you do your fever is spiking, and so instead of the requisite message you instead tell the poor soul who greets you that 'A gale'a m'shrooms sent me cus'a my hands.'" - Zephyr in Oh help me, please doctor, I'm damaged
Prominently along the main thoroughfare several high-strikers have been set up, each one tended to by a different body in bright clothing, their masks and costumes all vaguely matching despite the differences in shapes and size. Each one holds a hammer and eagerly offers it to anyone who seems even half interested.
Rarely the chime of a bell is heard, the machines, more often it’s the voice of one of the caretakers offering their condolences, another chance once the crowds thinned.
Welcome to the Prowess event! Each character will have one chance to prove their strength and ring the bell!
This will be a PRO roll
(This post was last modified: 11-04-2022, 02:32 AM by The Boss.)
To be honest, Lilliane isn't even sure how she ended up here. She was watching as a few people tried their luck at the high-strikers, not intending to participate at all. The next moment, the one tending the high-strike next to her offered her the hammer.
Well, now that she has taken the thing, it's time to try her luck after all. The positive side of a masquerade: nobody will know it's her, so there is no reason to be all ladylike. She steps in front of the high-striker and gets into position, one foot in front of the other. And with as much strength as she can muster, she hits the target.
The lights and the laughter as well as the talk about who wants to impress whom here brought a broad grin on Siegfried's face. Which, unfortunately, could not be seen because of his mask. He was not the weakest but also not the strongest here. But he would try to play as many games as possible anyway. Now that his muscles were not yet tired, this would be a good start.
As with every good punch in blacksmithing, the power didn't come from the arms or the legs, it came from the back. The rest only serves as support. He stretches a few times and makes a fun attempt to imitate an elephant's trumpet as he strikes.
As LIlliane steps up to the plate, hammer in hand, and with all the strength she can muster swings the hammer down right on the little weight. It lifts and lifts a little over the first bar into the medium category and falls back down to the ground. But don’t worry, she doesn’t leave empty handed.
The same goes for Sigfried as he steps up to swing the hammer down onto the weight. And even though his blacksmith training likely would have prepared him for something like this and excelling at it, well, it wouldn’t quite be a carnival game if it weren’t in some ways, rigged. His rises higher than Lilliane does, but doesn’t reach the top tier for prizes. He too steps away with a prize.
Both Lilliane and Sigfried win medium prizes for their chimes! Their medium prize is:
Mallet Tarts | A one-time use item that gives the person who eats it +1 PRO for their next post. Must be added to the bottom of the post in order to get used.
He didn't know what the reason was. Maybe he was just naive and didn't know that he was being pulled over the coals. But still Siegfried was happy like a child that he had made it so high. He showed it also in that he made a kind of joy dance. He did not disturb him that he made himself a monkey here. He had his fun and the joy of life itself.
After that he put the hammer with the head end on the floor and supported his head on it and turned around it quickly until he let go and staggered away.
I don't need a man -- If I'm loving you it's 'cause I can
The next stop in Savera's tour of the games is, of course, the hammer. Never her strongest suit, the soldier is nonetheless keen to test her strength against the rigging of the game. Wiry and muscular as she is, she perhaps has a better shot than the average passerby - or so she tells herself, at least, as she squares up, large mallet in hand, an expression of determination hidden behind her mask. With a soft grunt she brings the hammer high, over her head and then striking down, hard as she can against the lever. With any luck the ball will rise high enough for a clear ding! to be heard.
But then, Fortune has never been Savera's highest stat.
Down the hammer comes, gravity and strength driving it down and the ringer up, up…
It falls just short of the medium category, firmly in the minor leagues. The ringer drops back down with a hollow thump, and the caretaker takes the hammer back, a wince twisting their uncovered lips. “At least you still get something!” They chirp brightly, offering out some cheaply made bracelets, narrow and bangly with designs stamped into the thin metal bands.
