Lockpick the Door - Success
LOCKPICK THE DOOR
SUCCESS
As the lock yields to Gin's skill, the ornate door creaks open, revealing a passage leading to a hidden chamber. The air within is tinged with the scent of ancient manuscripts and long-forgotten artifacts. The party's journey through Axeholm Fortress takes an unexpected turn as they step into the mysterious secrets concealed behind the locked door, ready to uncover the mysteries that await in the hidden recesses of the Dwarven Forge.
(INTRODUCE RIVIA)
As Gin and Althea push open the door to the ancient Dwarven Forge, they are met with an unexpected sight. Beyond the threshold stands Rivia Lionstooth, a young Human Bard adorned with colorful garments that suggest nobility and a free spirit. Rivia's eyes light up with a mischievous gleam as he greets the newcomers.
"Hello there, my newfound friends! Quite the surprise to see faces other than my reflection,"
Rivia says, his voice carrying a melodious quality that resonates with his training at the prestigious Colleges of Lore, Swords, and Whispers. Gin and Althea exchanged puzzled glances, taking in the sight of the jovial Bard, who seemed to have made the ancient forge his temporary refuge. Rivia continues, his expression brimming with both relief and amusement.
"I must say, this room has been my home for a while. Stuck behind that door, surviving on whatever rations I could find and entertaining myself with my trusty mandolin here,"
he adds, giving a playful strum on the instrument slung across his back. Rivia's presence brings an unexpected burst of liveliness to the somber atmosphere of Axeholm Fortress. His infectious energy and the lively twinkle in his eyes suggest that he has faced challenges with a sense of humor, turning adversity into an opportunity for creative survival.
"Now that you've graced me with your company, I won't need to hold my debates anymore. What brings you brave souls to this grand fortress, and might you be interested in some music to lift our spirits?"
Rivia inquires, his fingers already itching to pluck the strings of his mandolin.
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