NPC Interaction: Gwion

[isleofnpcs]

🧙 WHO: Gwion and interested parties
⚔️️ WHAT: Gwion just sent out a text message warning of trouble for King Arthur's party
🕒 WHEN: July 23rd (forward dated)
🗺️ WHERE: A bar in Celliwig
⚠️ WARNINGS: Alcohol

[ Anyone who comes seeking Gwion will find her at the bar... Frustratedly challenging other Celliwig barhoppers to arm wrestling. She's doing pretty good, and it's distracting her from not knowing whether or not anyone's actually going to show up to help. She definitely can't get past a legendary guardian('s great great grandchild) on her own. ]

Comments

[beewulf]

[He lets out a pleased grunt as he feels her immediately start to press full on down against him. His arm willingly tilting off to the side, stopping when he puts a bit of his own weight and strength behind himself.]

Maybe, heroes all tend to be pretty messed up in the head though. Wouldn't put it past a few to look in the most sketchy place they can think of.

[Slowly he presses back against her opposing limb, adding more and more weight to push her back upright.]

Mm, so what's got ya so certain that things will go south?

[isleofnpcs]

[ She maintains firm, not making it easy for him to push her back to her side at all, but she's definitely a fair few sizes smaller than him. There's no arguing with muscle. ]

I'm a seer is why. First one, saw into time itself a long-- time ago-- [ Her voice is strained as she stubbornly tries to push harder against him to try to push him back. ]

[beewulf]

A seer, huh?

[His muscles flexed in return as he felt her begin to push back against him. He wasn't going to budge that easily though and held their current position as best he could without exerting too much force to tilt her arm over. He still wanted to get a feel for the woman through how her body acted and how she spoke while under stress.]

Then as a seer what makes you think that things can be altered.

[isleofnpcs]

Seers see pieces of all possible futures. I may see both an outcome to this match where I win and you win. But each path is set with different signs. So if I saw a small blackbird on my window sill this morning and a child breaks a dish outside of the bar on my way in, and that coincides with my win, then that will indicate which path we are on. [ She shifts the position of the rest of her body, bracing her smaller frame against the chair and the table as if to see if she can gain more leverage if she supports herself differently, but he's ultimately the stronger of the two. She bites her lip for a moment, her voice still strained but steady. ]

If I see a blue bird and a bard singing down the street, it's the other path. Seers see all the paths, free will chooses which one we take. Remembering detail enough to figure out the difference is the hard part, but I've got a few thousand years of practice so I know what I'm talking--

[ There it goes, her arm gives out and he can pin her. She sighs. ] --About, damn.