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Quinn's eyes lit up. "Seafood, lass? I've got seafood so fresh, the ocean hasn't realized it's gone yet!"
He pointed towards his section. "Right here, we got the Hagfish's famous stewed crab bites! But if that ain't enough for ye, just hold yer horses for a wee bit, for once lunch rolls around, ye'll be getting a taste of our very own lobster chowder! It'll turn you to a seafood diet; when ye sea our food, ye'll eat it!"
Sabina chuckled and eagerly took one of the stewed crab bites from Quinn.
"You remind me of someone I knew back in...well, from way back when. I can't wait to try this. It's been ages since I've had any decent crab."Popping the crab cake into her mouth she savored the seasoning and began reaching for another one before she realized what she was doing.
"Did you trap these crabs yourself? With the beach so close by, it'd be a great opportunity. Such a shame to hear about the fire that consumed the old cathedral; did you know the priest or his daughter?"
There were several events and games starting up. In one of the tents, a game wherein folks were tossing small bags into buckets had attracted some people. Down Church Street, folks were getting ready for what appeared to be a three-legged race.
By the church, a small group of children and a few adults seemed to be making plans for a city-wide game of hide and seek. At the same time, some folks had made their way to the now unoccupied stage and where setting up various weights.
Down Junker's Way, folks had dug a small pit in the road and filled it with mud, prepping for a particular messy game of tug-of-war. Nearby that, another table of food had been set up, but it looked a lot more competitive.
Overall, there were plenty of games. With a bit of time, you were certain you could find almost anything.
She remembered the bag game from her youth. Quite a challenge for small children maybe, not the same now that she was older. Hide and seek, weight-lifting, and competitive eating weren't very group-oriented. The tug-o-war was a good excuse to get dirty with her new friend and she had a deceptive amount of strength in her willowy limbs, but she wasn't as sure about her friend.
The three-legged race, however, seemed like the best option: She wasn't as hearty as most people her age, but she could be fast, it involved cooperation AND competition, and it was an excuse to tie her and her new friend closer together.
"How about a good old-fashioned three-legged race, darling?~" she asked her date. It wasn't just her choice to make, after all.
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Anca warms visibly as the Father speaks of his relationship with Desna, "Ah, yes, the Tender of Dreams has a place for us all in her heavens, however long it may take for us to get there." She grasps her butterfly token as well, placing a gentle hand on Zantus' shoulder, "Father Tobyn's memory shall not fade as long as this cathedral stands as a beacon to his memory. I shall take the time tonight to sit and ponder in the eastern shrine so that I may lend my guidance to his journey."
Bogan's smile stayed, but his expression seemed a bit heavier when the father mentioned the tidbit involving Sarenrae. "I'll have to check out the Sarenrae section meself after the consecration takes place. Offer a prayer or two to the Dawnflower and to the fallen father."
The Father smiled warmly. "Of course. Once the concecration is complete, all will be welcome within the temples walls at any time. If you wish, I shall give you both a tour once it is open."
Sabina chuckled and eagerly took one of the stewed crab bites from Quinn.
"You remind me of someone I knew back in...well, from way back when. I can't wait to try this. It's been ages since I've had any decent crab."Popping the crab cake into her mouth she savored the seasoning and began reaching for another one before she realized what she was doing.
"Did you trap these crabs yourself? With the beach so close by, it'd be a great opportunity. Such a shame to hear about the fire that consumed the old cathedral; did you know the priest or his daughter?"
As Sabina stopped before grabbing another one, Quinn burst out laughing. "No need t' pace yerself, lass. I made enough o' these t' feed Magnimar twice over!"
"And aye, I do be catching most o' the food myself. Keeps me spry! Besides, can't do much on land when ye only got one leg," he continued, indicating his peg leg.
At the mention of Father Tobyn, Quinn's face went somber. "Father Tobyn was prob'ly the kindest man I ever did meet. The kind o' feller who'd give ye the shirt offa his back, the immediatly start knittin' a new one for the next one t' come. Sandpoint lost one o' her best t' that fire."
"As fer his daughter... Honestly, I rarely if ever saw th' lass. Tobyn was right protective of her, he was. If ye wanna know more, try asking Fathed Zantus. He was Tobyn's student until the... Late Unpleasantness."
The Father smiled warmly. "Of course. Once the consecration is complete, all will be welcome within the temples walls at any time. If you wish, I shall give you both a tour once it is open."
"A personal tour? Only of fruit loop would refuse." He replied, looking a bit less burdened than before as he turned his attention to the woman beside him. "Hope you don't mind me askin' miss , but.. is there any reason you wanted to join the Father and I's discussion later? Not retracting my earlier decision. I'm just curious is all."
"Hope you don't mind me askin' miss , but.. is there any reason you wanted to join the Father and I's discussion later? Not retracting my earlier decision. I'm just curious is all."
Anca smiled, "Ah, I just figured we could kill two birds with one stone, ya know? I didn't mean anything by it. If you truly want some alone time with the Father, I'll gladly give you your space. Plus," she eyed Bogan up and down, "I make a point of keeping powerful friends, and you certainly seem like you can handle yourself." Anca's scar seems to stand out a bit, indicative that she too has seen her share of hardships.
"Now that that business is settled, how about a game or two? I wouldn't mind testing my throwing skills..." She gestures down to the handful of starknives tethered to her belt. "Join me?"
The three-legged race, however, seemed like the best option: She wasn't as hearty as most people her age, but she could be fast, it involved cooperation AND competition, and it was an excuse to tie her and her new friend closer together.
"How about a good old-fashioned three-legged race, darling?~" she asked her date. It wasn't just her choice to make, after all.
"Sounds like fun! Though I admit just about anything that doesn't involve the upper body sounds like fun, I'm built for speed, not power," Ven says. There was a time in her childhood she would have loved to get in on the tug of war, but falling on her face in the mud like a fool sounded less than appealing.
Anca smiled, "Ah, I just figured we could kill two birds with one stone, ya know? I didn't mean anything by it. If you truly want some alone time with the Father, I'll gladly give you your space. Plus," she eyed Bogan up and down, "I make a point of keeping powerful friends, and you certainly seem like you can handle yourself." Anca's scar seems to stand out a bit, indicative that she too has seen her share of hardships.
He eyed her up a bit, doing his best to to look like he wasn't perving her, and could tell she'd seen her share of life like he had. 'It'd be a lot easier if the only scars we had were the ones on the outside...'
"Now that that business is settled, how about a game or two? I wouldn't mind testing my throwing skills..." She gestures down to the handful of starknives tethered to her belt. "Join me?"
Bogan smiled and chuckled at the invitation cheerfully. "Spend time with a pretty nice sheila? Only a dipstick would turn that offer down." He reached his arm back and patted one of the javelins he had back there, showing that his throwing arm wasn't bad either. "What's your name?"
"Sounds like fun! Though I admit just about anything that doesn't involve the upper body sounds like fun, I'm built for speed, not power," Ven says. There was a time in her childhood she would have loved to get in on the tug of war, but falling on her face in the mud like a fool sounded less than appealing.
"I'm not quite built for this myself... I prefer challenges of the mind and more... sensual exercises~" the mesmerist admitted as the two joined the racers. "But there are certain delights in stepping outside of your comfort zone, and fortune does favor the bold~"
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Cyrdak gave Egil a confused look before turning back to Broderick. "I think the lad might have been under water a tad too long."
Broderick stepped forward. "I apologize if you're getting confused, lad. I'm Broderick Quint, and this is Cyrdak Drokkus. He's the owner of the Sandpoint Theatre."
Egil laughs. "Oh, I expected an introduction, just not immediately! Yes, I would very much like to discuss an upcoming run at your theater! Tell me how many patrons it holds, and I will tell you how many seats you will need to add once my show starts!" he bellows.
"But first, an ale!"
"I'm not quite built for this myself... I prefer challenges of the mind and more... sensual exercises~" the mesmerist admitted as the two joined the racers. "But there are certain delights in stepping outside of your comfort zone, and fortune does favor the bold~"
Ven's thoughts ground to a halt, and so did her feet. She took a step back, and her face was rapidly going red. "Oh. Uh. Haha, wow. So, uh, hey, you seem really cute, but we literally just met about three minutes ago, and that is...really not at all what I'm interested in? Sorry if I gave you any indication that I was, but, I'm not?" She held her hands up. "Sorry. I'm, uh, gonna go grab some food--if you wanna talk history, I'm all about it, but otherwise, good luck with your whole..." She made a vague gesture towards Trisha, and started walking away.
Ven's thoughts ground to a halt, and so did her feet. She took a step back, and her face was rapidly going red. "Oh. Uh. Haha, wow. So, uh, hey, you seem really cute, but we literally just met about three minutes ago, and that is...really not at all what I'm interested in? Sorry if I gave you any indication that I was, but, I'm not?" She held her hands up. "Sorry. I'm, uh, gonna go grab some food--if you wanna talk history, I'm all about it, but otherwise, good luck with your whole..." She made a vague gesture towards Trisha, and started walking away.
Trisha froze and her face went from confident to panicked before trying to go after Ven. "Wait, Ven! That wasn't- I'm not- I didn't..." she cried. "I'm sorry if I crossed a line! The last thing I want is to make you uncomfortable. I just..." She sighed and came to a halt.
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Egil laughs. "Oh, I expected an introduction, just not immediately! Yes, I would very much like to discuss an upcoming run at your theater! Tell me how many patrons it holds, and I will tell you how many seats you will need to add once my show starts!" he bellows.
"But first, an ale!"
Cyrak clapped in approval. "A run at the theatre? Wonderful! A showman through and through! And worry not, my friend; the Sandpoint Theatre can hold 250 people, as much as any of those stodgy theatres in Magnimar. If you continue to perform like this, I suspect several full houses are in our future! But you are right; first, a drink!"
Located not far from the food stands was a series of kegs set up, each labeled with names like "Rusty Dragon Sake Sangria" or "Hagfish's Whiskey Bitters". A few standard ones, labeled "Ale", "Lager", and "Wine" sat near the end, each bearing the mark of two armored knights clashing their swords. Next to kegs, on a separate table, was a portly half-orc, who seemed to be in the process of betting on and then outdrinking each man that sat down next to him.
"We would like to throw some things"
The tent held four baskets. Three were of varying distance from a counter covered in small brown sacks fill with seeds. The third was as far away as the furthest, but had a lid over the top with only a small hole, barely big enough for one of the bags. Above it was a sign that said "5 Gold Prize".
Behind the counter was an older woman with a starknife. She was currently in the midst of shouting... something in Varisian at an oily looking man with a scrawny beard(whom Anca would recognize as Jubrayl Vhiski again). Even if you didn't speak Varisian, it wasn't hard to tell she was not pleased with him.
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Sabina chuckled and eagerly took one of the stewed crab bites from Quinn.
"You remind me of someone I knew back in...well, from way back when. I can't wait to try this. It's been ages since I've had any decent crab."Popping the crab cake into her mouth she savored the seasoning and began reaching for another one before she realized what she was doing.
"Did you trap these crabs yourself? With the beach so close by, it'd be a great opportunity. Such a shame to hear about the fire that consumed the old cathedral; did you know the priest or his daughter?"
As Sabina stopped before grabbing another one, Quinn burst out laughing. "No need t' pace yerself, lass. I made enough o' these t' feed Magnimar twice over!"
"And aye, I do be catching most o' the food myself. Keeps me spry! Besides, can't do much on land when ye only got one leg," he continued, indicating his peg leg.
At the mention of Father Tobyn,...
Sabina paused respectfully after Quinn finished his recollection of Father Tobyn and his daughter. "He sounds like a wonderful man, and a credit to the gods...I wish I could have met him. I had once considered joining the priesthood myself, but things didn't end up going that way. In any case, if you ever need some help on land, or hauling in your catch, just let me know. I'll be staying at the Rusty Dragon for a few days at least." Sabina takes a couple of crab cakes with her and waves goodbye to Quinn, making way for new customers.
Looking around the festival grounds, she caught sight of the beverage tables. Walking up to the table, she introduced herself. "Good day! I think I'll get started with the 'sake sangria'. I've no idea what it is, but there's only one way to find out."
Bogan smiled and chuckled at the invitation cheerfully. "Spend time with a pretty nice sheila? Only a dipstick would turn that offer down." He reached his arm back and patted one of the javelins he had back there, showing that his throwing arm wasn't bad either. "What's your name?"
"Anca. Anca Covanu." She offers a wrist-grasping greeting to Bogan, "And yours? I don't believe I've seen you in any of my trips to Sandpoint. Are you just in town for the festival?"
Meandering through the streets making idle conversation, Anca is about to lead Bogan along to the sack toss booth when she notices none other than Jubrayl making a scene with the vendor. She stops short, grabbing Bogan by the arm, "Hold for just a second," and listens in on the shouting match...
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Sabina raised her glass to the tall Ulfen man and introduced herself.
"Well met, I'm Sabina. I hope you'll forgive the presumption, but I suspect we are both foreigners in this land; I from the south, and you from the north. I also couldn't help but overhear you looking for a test of strength...why not start with challenging that fellow over there? I've heard great tales of the drinking prowess of both Ulfens and Half-Orcs, and I must admit we have no such contests where I come from." she gestured to the half-orc seated nearby with a pile of coins in front of him.
"Anca. Anca Covanu." She offers a wrist-grasping greeting to Bogan, "And yours? I don't believe I've seen you in any of my trips to Sandpoint. Are you just in town for the festival?"
"Bogan Canis, at your service." He replied, grasping her wrist and firmly shaking it while letting her do the same to him. "I'm here for the day at least, but it ain't the first time. Been stopping by since I was an ankle biter. But, since I was a caravan kid, we only stuck around for a few days at best. Older I got, rarer and luckier it became to stop by.
Meandering through the streets making idle conversation, Anca is about to lead Bogan along to the sack toss booth when she notices none other than Jubrayl making a scene with the vendor. She stops short, grabbing Bogan by the arm, "Hold for just a second," and listens in on the shouting match...
Bogan gave her a look before seeing the shouting match himself and stopping short, attempting to listen in above the crowds around them.
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"Well met, indeed!" Egil responds to the attractive Sabina with a broad smile.
Clearly, the invitation to compete in a feat of strength from the charismatic oracle is enough prodding.
"I accept your challenge!" he replies. "I am a foreigner, as you have guessed. I washed up on the shore not a fortnight ago, a gift from the sea gods or a shipwrecked traveler. You decide. Where in the south are you from?"
He looks over at the half-orc. "I would invite such a test!" he says. "You may cheer me on!"
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"Kinta--er, I'm from Korvosa, but my grandparents came there from Kintargo, in Cheliax." Sabina replied, obviously a little flustered.
I'll have to watch my drinking, lest my tongue grow too loose.
"Nothing to do with the current troubles down there, of course. They left to get away from the...ah, current regime in Cheliax. In any case, I'd love to cheer you on." Sabina gave Egil her friendliest smile, and hoped that it was enough.
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Meandering through the streets making idle conversation, Anca is about to lead Bogan along to the sack toss booth when she notices none other than Jubrayl making a scene with the vendor. She stops short, grabbing Bogan by the arm, "Hold for just a second," and listens in on the shouting match...
Bogan gave her a look before seeing the shouting match himself and stopping short, attempting to listen in above the crowds around them.
Bogan's lack of knowledge of the Varisian language meant that what he heard was mostly babbling. Anca, on the other hand, found the conversation very easy to follow.
"Calm down, you old bat. I'm here to enjoy the festival, just like anyone else."
"You lie like the mangy dog that was your father! I have seen your pockets become swollen with the fruits of Norgorber's labor!"
"These coins were won legitimately. And to prove it, I'm here to take on your little throwing game."
"I would sooner sell my soul to Asmodeus himself then allow your corrupted influence anywhere near my games! Away with you, lest I bring down Desna's vengeance upon you!"
He looks over at the half-orc. "I would invite such a test!" he says. "You may cheer me on!"
As the portly half-orc successfully finished off yet another drinking game, he laughed wholeheartedly, grabbing up a pile of silver. "Come on, ye grease-filled maggots! Ain't no one 'ere man enough to take on Gorvi? Or am I just gunna have t' take all these coins and buy myself a real drink instead o' this water ye boys call ale?"
Anca takes a good hard look at Jubrayl, reading his body langauge as well as trying to detect any hint of deception in his words.
Trisha pinched her brow in self-annoyance as she tried to rationalized what just happened. There was little she could do to salvage what she said now... Ven obviously wanted space. And while the mesmerist wanted to apologize and put this behind her, it seemed that would have to wait.
Without a partner for the race, the demi-human resolved to become part of the hide and seek game. At the very least, it would give her the chance to explore more of Sandpoint.
If Bogan had one weakness that he was probably ashamed to admit, it was that, despite spending all of his life in Varisia, he understood the local dialect like he understood ancient Thassilonian, which is to say not at all. So, while he could tell it was talk about something, he had no clue what they were saying. Anca, on the other hand, seemed to have a firmer grasp on the situation.
"Something up?" He asked the warrior woman, curious about why she stopped him.
Anca whispers to Bogan, "Watch my back, this could get ugly and I know Jubrayl over there usually has his cronies close by." She touches Bogan on the shoulder while grasping her butterfly holy symbol, whispering a quick prayer to Desna.
At 1st level, you can touch an ally and grant it a lucky presence. The target of this luck can call upon it to roll any one ability check, attack roll, saving throw, or skill check twice and take the better result. The decision to use this ability must be made before the roll is made. Once used, or once 1 minute passes, the effect ends.
Anca saunters up to the tent, a mocking smile on her face. Shaking her head, she interrupts the argument, "Ah Jubrayl, your charms failing to woo yet another honest woman? I believe it is time to make yourself scarce."
She turns to the flustered vendor, "Have no fear, madam, the vengeance of Desna has just arrived." Anca's scarred face turns from mocking to threatening as she stands her ground, waiting for Jubrayl's next move.
Anca whispers to Bogan, "Watch my back, this could get ugly and I know Jubrayl over there usually has his cronies close by." She touches Bogan on the shoulder while grasping her butterfly holy symbol, whispering a quick prayer to Desna.
Getting a basic idea and feeling more lucky than before, he was more than willing to back her up and try to make their conversation end as quick as possible.
Anca saunters up to the tent, a mocking smile on her face. Shaking her head, she interrupts the argument, "Ah Jubrayl, your charms failing to woo yet another honest woman? I believe it is time to make yourself scarce."
She turns to the flustered vendor, "Have no fear, madam, the vengeance of Desna has just arrived." Anca's scarred face turns from mocking to threatening as she stands her ground, waiting for Jubrayl's next move.
Bogan joined her and looked at the man silently with a face that said 'Leave' while he cracked his knuckles and his neck.
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Without a partner for the race, the demi-human resolved to become part of the hide and seek game. At the very least, it would give her the chance to explore more of Sandpoint.
The organizer was a short, spry looking gnome with green hair and a wiry mustache. "Alright, kids, we only need one more hider and one more seeker, and we can get this game underway!"
Anca saunters up to the tent, a mocking smile on her face. Shaking her head, she interrupts the argument, "Ah Jubrayl, your charms failing to woo yet another honest woman? I believe it is time to make yourself scarce."
She turns to the flustered vendor, "Have no fear, madam, the vengeance of Desna has just arrived." Anca's scarred face turns from mocking to threatening as she stands her ground, waiting for Jubrayl's next move.
Jubrayl turned, a smirk on his face. He looked as if he was trying not to laugh. "Ah, the little lady returns. You've come to crack jokes, have yo--"
Bogan joined her and looked at the man silently with a face that said 'Leave' while he cracked his knuckles and his neck.
Jubrayl stopped. He looked over the new arrival before smirking. "Well well... the little lady has big friends."
He raised his hands defensively, never loosing his smarmy look. "Very well. I don't want any trouble. If you don't want me to have the same fun as everyone else at the festival, who I am to object?"
"You appear a strong one, and I love a challenge!" Egil says with a wink at Sabina.
"Name your challenge, and you have a challenger!"
The half-orc looked up. "Oi, ye think ye can take me on, scrag-beard? I've out drank tougher lookin' boys than you from the local day care! But if ye wanna embarrass yerself so badly, I won't stop ye."
"Ye got 3 choices. We can do speed drinkin', hard drinkin', or... the Hagfish Challenge."
Jubrayl stopped. He looked over the new arrival before smirking. "Well well... the little lady has big friends."
He raised his hands defensively, never loosing his smarmy look. "Very well. I don't want any trouble. If you don't want me to have the same fun as everyone else at the festival, who I am to object?"
Anca sqaures up with Jubrayl, showing no signs of backing down, "If having fun means harassing every woman with the poor misfortune of looking in your general direction, then yes, that is exactly what I-" she looks at Bogan, "-What we want. Now, I may not be from Sandpoint, but I don't think the other festival-goers want to see a brawl right here in the middle of the celebration. Now, if you'll excuse us, my friend and I have a game to play." She picks up one of the seed bags and tosses it lightly in the air, catching it with one hand.
Anca waits patiently for Jubrayl's next move.
Halfway through some sort of fried meat on a stick, Ven starts to seriously reconsider what just happened. Urgh, just overwhelming. After a year spent among those elves being treated like a small child, it's just weird.
With much trepidation, she starts looking around for Trisha, finding her near the hide and seek game. Quietly, she steps up beside Trisha. "So, I mighta run off a little too quick there, I hope you'll forgive my trepidation. Maybe take it down a notch, and we can try this again."
Jubrayl turned, a smirk on his face. He looked as if he was trying not to laugh. "Ah, the little lady returns. You've come to crack jokes, have yo--"
Bogan joined her and looked at the man silently with a face that said 'Leave' while he cracked his knuckles and his neck.Jubrayl stopped. He looked over the new arrival before smirking. "Well well... the little lady has big friends."
He raised his hands defensively, never loosing his smarmy look. "Very well. I don't want any trouble. If you don't want me to have the same fun as everyone else at the festival, who I am to object?"
Anca sqaures up with Jubrayl, showing no signs of backing down, "If having fun means harassing every woman with the poor misfortune of looking in your general direction, then yes, that is exactly what I-" she looks at Bogan, "-What we want. Now, I may not be from Sandpoint, but I don't think the other festival-goers want to see a brawl right here in the middle of the celebration. Now, if you'll excuse us, my friend and I have a game to play." She picks up one of the seed bags and tosses it lightly in the air, catching it with one hand.
"That we do, Anca." Bogan said as he picked up his bag and looking at the troublemaker. "So, if you're finished here, why not go have a nice long drink with the flies while I show the lady here that my throwing arm is ace?"
With much trepidation, she starts looking around for Trisha, finding her near the hide and seek game. Quietly, she steps up beside Trisha. "So, I mighta run off a little too quick there, I hope you'll forgive my trepidation. Maybe take it down a notch, and we can try this again."
Just as she'd surprised the half-elf earlier, Trisha was a bit caught off-guard to see her return so soon. She did a slight jump, but quickly composed herself. "The fault lies with me, darling. Lack of forethought, old habits being hard to kill... But if you're willing to give a second chance, I'll abide by your terms."
She turns to the green-haired gnome and waved to him. "Room for two more, sir?"
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"Well then, the first two sound too easy! So why not try the Hagfish Challenge?!" he says enthusiastically.
The half-orc let out a full belly laugh. "Finally! Someone 'ere with some bloody guts!"
He turned in his seat to face towards the food table. "Oi! Quinn, ye rat bastard! Two here for the Hagfish challenge!"
Quinn gave the half-orc a dirty look before heading into a small tent. A moment later, he returned with two tankards, which he placed before the competitors.
"Here ye go. Now keep in mind, this ain't the real Hagfish Challenge, but these'll be more then enough to make ye think twice about it."
The mugs were filled with what appeared to be water, but it was also filled with a weird, slimy white goop that stuck to the sides of the mug.
"-What we want. Now, I may not be from Sandpoint, but I don't think the other festival-goers want to see a brawl right here in the middle of the celebration. Now, if you'll excuse us, my friend and I have a game to play."
"That we do, Anca." Bogan said as he picked up his bag and looking at the troublemaker. "So, if you're finished here, why not go have a nice long drink with the flies while I show the lady here that my throwing arm is ace?"
Jubrayl gave a small shrug. "Very well, I didn't mean to interrupt your date. I'll just be on my way."
He turned to leave, but before doing so, he looked back over his shoulder. "Though before I go, I'd just like to make one thing clear; the old bag started this, not me."
And with a small wave, he made his way back into the crowd. The old lady continued to mumble angrily under her breath.
"Room for two more, sir?"
The gnome clapped his hands together in excitement. "Ah! Excellent! Just what we need! One of you can be our last hider, and one of you can be our last seeker! Which will it be?"
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Egil heartily accepts the challenge and takes a long drink from the tankard, but after a moment begins to gag and spit.
"What manner of vile liquid is this?!" he coughs. "A trick from Baba Yaga herself!"
He takes a moment to regain his composure. "I've proven I am not up to the challenge the first try, but you have yet to prove you are, my half-orc friend!"
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Sabina, who had been rather enjoying the sight of the two men squaring off and boasting, felt her stomach lurch to one side at the sight of the "beverages" for the Hagfish Challenge.
"Uh, Egil, maybe we should just--"
It was, of course, far too late, and the sight of Egil's retching, combined with the stench of the...whatever it was, almost made her nauseous as well.
"Are you entirely sure this is potable? It looks...well, worse than it smells."
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"What manner of vile liquid is this?!" he coughs. "A trick from Baba Yaga herself!"
Quinn let out a laugh. "No worries, boy-o! I can promise ye, no witches be takin' part in the making o' this. What ye be tasting is some o' the water from the tank of the Hagfish's namesake, Nora. Only problem bein' that since I canna go down to grab fresh ones, these ones have been sitting for a bit, and Nora's leftovers have dissolved a tad, makin' it actually more drinkable than the regular stuff."
He takes a moment to regain his composure. "I've proven I am not up to the challenge the first try, but you have yet to prove you are, my half-orc friend!"
The half-orc grinned. "Alright, then. Bottoms up!" he announced as he threw the drink back.
As he gulped it down, he quickly slammed the tankard back on the table, wiping his lips. "Ah, refreshin'. There's yer proof, scruffy. Pay up."
Anca doesn't move until Jubrayl is completely gone into the mass of people moving down the street.
She moves up to the grumbling vendor, talking to her in a calming voice, "Calmează-ți dorința și spune-mi ce sa întâmplat."
Jubrayl gave a small shrug. "Very well, I didn't mean to interrupt your date. I'll just be on my way."
He turned to leave, but before doing so, he looked back over his shoulder. "Though before I go, I'd just like to make one thing clear; the old bag started this, not me."
And with a small wave, he made his way back into the crowd. The old lady continued to mumble angrily under her breath.
Bogan smirked as the second f*ckstick he apparently met today left the tent. 'At least I can get a woman to address me nicely.'
Anca doesn't move until Jubrayl is completely gone into the mass of people moving down the street.
She moves up to the grumbling vendor, talking to her in a calming voice, "Calmează-ți dorința și spune-mi ce sa întâmplat."
Once the Varisian was being spoken again, he just stood there and pretended to understand what was being said.
'Maybe I should've spent more time learning Varisian instead of prayers to Sarenrae. At least then, I could hear what someone might be saying...'
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She moves up to the grumbling vendor, talking to her in a calming voice, "Calmează-ți dorința și spune-mi ce sa întâmplat."
The woman looked back to Anca. She quickly smiled, raising her hands as if in apology. "Nu este nimic despre care să vorbim. Hoțul a dispărut și poți să-mi joci jocul dacă vrei."
Ven holds her hand up. "Oh, I'll hide, I suppose. This should be fun!" She grins.
Smiling at the woman, Anca nods. She gives Bogan a friendly wave, summoning him up to the tent. With a sharp eye and a measured aim she tosses her sack at the furthest basket with the smallest hole, hoping to impress right out of the gate.
Smiling at the woman, Anca nods. She gives Bogan a friendly wave, summoning him up to the tent. With a sharp eye and a measured aim she tosses her sack at the furthest basket with the smallest hole, hoping to impress right out of the gate.
Bogan quickly joins her and aims for the same bucket. Trying to adjust for the weight difference between a javelin and a sack, he gave it his best shot.
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As he gulped it down, he quickly slammed the tankard back on the table, wiping his lips. "Ah, refreshin'. There's yer proof, scruffy. Pay up."
Egil curses as he loses the competition. Reluctantly placing a coin on the table, he looks very upset at having lost, especially in front of Sabina.
"Are there no real competitions here? Seeing who can drink this concoction, which is unfit for consumption, is no real test! What other challenges are there around here?!"
Ven holds her hand up. "Oh, I'll hide, I suppose. This should be fun!" She grins.
"Then I suppose that would make me the seeker." Trisha relents.
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Smiling at the woman, Anca nods. She gives Bogan a friendly wave, summoning him up to the tent. With a sharp eye and a measured aim she tosses her sack at the furthest basket with the smallest hole, hoping to impress right out of the gate.
Anca's attempts to impress were somewhat doomed to failure. As she threw it, instead of going in, it bounced off the basket before flying out past them into the crowd. The reward for it was a familiar voice (Jubrayl) going, "Ouch! What the hell?"
Bogan quickly joins her and aims for the same bucket. Trying to adjust for the weight difference between a javelin and a sack, he gave it his best shot.
The bag soared through the air, flopping into the hole.
The old lady gave a small claps. "Congratulations, good sir. Here is your reward."
She placed a small bag with 5 gold on the table. "Perhaps use it to buy something nice for the lady?"
Ven holds her hand up. "Oh, I'll hide, I suppose. This should be fun!" She grins.
As Ven went into hiding, several children and few adults followed suit.
"Then I suppose that would make me the seeker." Trisha relents.
Trisha and a few other adults began the task of trying to locate the other hiders. While a few children and even an adult were pretty easy to find(as the guy was hiding under the food table and kept making loud chewing noises as he stole food), Ven proved a much more difficult target.
"Are there no real competitions here? Seeing who can drink this concoction, which is unfit for consumption, is no real test! What other challenges are there around here?!"
"Ha! Yer just upset cause ye lost. Canna even own up to it like a real man. Guess yer more fish then man, seeing as we dragged ye out of the ocean."
At this moment, a loud sound like peeling thunder came from the stage. Standing on stage holding a thunderstone was Father Zantus.
"Attention everyone. I would like to announce that lunch, provided free by various eateries of Sandpoint, is ready. Please make your way to the food tables to try some delicious local dishes and please--"
Zantus' words were cut short by some woman screaming, and a loud dog barking. Said barking was suddenly cut short by what could only be described as a cutting, gurgling noise.
Anca winces as her bag slaps into the back of Jubrayl's head, but she quickly composes herself, "Ummm, he did it." She says as she tilts her head in Bogan's direction.
She watches Bogan's bag sail into the hole and lets out a flapping breath between her lips, "Just my luck. Desna's favor seems to have eluded me this day..." She makes a fake pouty face which quickly dissipates as she grabs another bag.
She is lining up another throw to redeem herself when Father Zantus speaks up. She holds to hear the good Father's words. And then he stops short as a scream and barking rings out. "Wh-What's going on?"
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Sabina glared at the half-orc. "There's no need to be rude. In less savory parts of the world that kind of talk can start trouble. Let's do what we can to keep this festival nice a friendly, yes?"
The thunderstone draws her attention towards the stage, and once she hears the scream she immediately looks around for the source.