A group of adventurers stride into a bustling guild hall.
The party leader bellows to the guild master, an aging dwarf, "We're a renowned party of adventurers, and we're here to display for you an act of skills the likes of which you've never seen, one that will surely lead you to hire us for any task you might have!"
Unimpressed, the dwarf grumbles "Show me."
First, the Barbarian begins a chorus of shouting and smashing chairs and tables around the room, sending splinters flying in all directions. His roars resonate through the hall as he flexes his muscles and stomps amidst the chaos.
Next, the Elven Ranger elegantly steps into the fray. With swift motions, she shoots arrows with unbelievable precision, pinning the flying debris mid-air to the walls and ceiling, transforming wreckage into an intricate sculpture. Each shot is followed by a graceful acrobatic move, her agility creating an artful balance to the Barbarian's raw power.
As the crowd is distracted the Halfling Rogue darts across the room, relieving everyone in sight of their jewelry, coins, and belts and loosing their pockets causing a shower of gold across the hall. The observing crowd gasps and laughs as they scramble to grab their things.
Not to be outdone, the wizard slams her staff to the ground causing a tornado to form in the hall sweeping up the valuables up into his magic bag with absolute precision.
As the dust settles, A moment of silence hangs in the air.
The dwarf guild master bursts into laughter!
"By my beard, that is the boldest and most flawless display of skill I've ever seen! What do you call your party?"
The party leader beams "We are... The Artistocrits!"
07-Jul-2023 01:41:06
