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It is the night before the Swallowtail Festival in Sandpoint. Some of you have traveled a great distance, some of you may have lived close to the city, but all of you are uncharacteristically tired this evening. Maybe it was the Varisian wine, or the hardships of travel. The night is still and warm, you close your eyes with eager contentment
So this is one of the fated? Is this some cosmic joke? You think this pitiful creature can prevent my Ascension? The voice wakes you from your sleep, when you open your eyes you are in a dark void. You see the source of the voice, a tall humanoid with strange clothing and a glow about him. Hmm, they are awake. How about a little test then.
What is this? The thought overwhelms Chammady's ability to think for a second.
Not another one of those dreams,Isorian mutters to himself. This one seams stranger though. He looks around trying to make sense of his surroundings.
Idril found herself standing fully dressed as for the stage in an area which could have been her room, or could have been anywhere. Shadowy walls, an archway? A door? The proportions were wrong, and the feeling seemed familiar...
Wonderful, She thought to herself. A dream state. What was that before? I thought I heard someone shouting words. Words filled with power...
Then a dog appeared as to attack. Immediately, Idril whipped one of her scarves from her shoulders and swung it at the creature.
for a possible slashing damage.
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Refusing to believe the dream she recoils as the beetle strikes the unsuspecting woman. Wincing in pain she withdraw, from deep in her subconscious the words and gestures comes to her and she starts chanting.
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The beetle graces her chain shirt but the attack bounces harmlessly off. A she finishes her incantation a stench of sulphur fills her nostrils and a low grows fills her ears. A black German shepherd with gleaming red eyes launches it self at the beetle. As the dog attacks, Chammady slips away.
[ooc]Hp: 11/15, Spells 3/4 level 1
Damn you!.... is the last thing Idril hears in her dream before she wakes up falling out of bed.
She scrambles to her feet entangled in her bedsheets looking around wildly for the man in black, but there is nothing but the early morning light streaming through the shutters and the sound of the crier outside announcing the Swallowtail festival.
She cautiously stamps her foot, worrying that she might still be dreaming.
Relieved, the washes up and dresses before descending to breakfast in the common room.
Feeling a bite on one of his legs Isorian let out a scream of pain then grabbing his dagger he hastily slashed at his attackers. He was bitten before in some of his past dreams by such creatures but he couldn't tell if they all felt as painful as that.
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It is a warm day in Autumn as the festival begins. People are gathered in the town square anxious to being the locally famous event. The crier announces the Mayor of Sandpoint to the makeshift stage in the center of town to start things off.
A fairly young, yet capable woman climbs the stage and looks over the crowd. Welcome all to Sandpoint for our annual Swallowtail festival. Please enjoy the food provided by our local taverns and enjoy the many events we have planned this fine day. Ah, it seems even our own Larz Rovanky has been persuaded to join us today
Idril hangs at the back of the crowd, idly looking around at the festival goers and wondering what she could do for fun in this backwoods town.
When Master Drokkus is announced, her attention is suddenly riveted on the stage and the man she came to see. She will stand on her tiptoes and waive a scarf vigorously to attract his attention.
Tarkin arrives just as Mayor Deverin takes the stage. He pays close attention to his surroundings as his dream last night has left him on edge,
Isorian thought for a second about using one of his spells but decided against it. He could handle this small critter without using his spells or so he hoped. The venin was making him dizzy and he felt his body weakening. Knowing that he
he would have to end it sooner he tried another time to slash at it.
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Cyrdak Drokkus appears on stage next to the Mayor from out of an impressive puff of magical smoke. He is a fairly handsome man, and all of the local women are cheering loudly, one red haired woman in particular is cheering over the others. The man standing next to her with a full beard has a gruff expression. Cyrdak makes a polite nod to Idril and the red haired woman.
As the crier announces the mayor Chammandy unwillingly flinches as the memory of that cursed dream returns and she imagines the hint of sulphur in the air. She shakes her head to clear the thoughts and turn her attention to the stage.
At the mayors announcement that Lord Kaijitsu is unable to attend she smiles. "He's properly happy blowing glass, such a bore" she reasons.
Chammady laughs at her girlfriends cheering Cyrdak on and a moment after joins them in their loud appreciation of the beautiful man. "It feels good to laugh and celebrate," she thinks as the joy rushes through body.
She turns to one of her friends, Ileosa. After tugging on her sleeve to get the redheads attention, she says: "So who should we dance with tonight Ile?" trying to be heard over the crowd.
Isorian looks amazed at his dagger. Surely it was sharp enough to cut through a regular small serpent. Even though still in pain from the bite his angered expression turned to a smile. There's no point in using weapons against such a creature. This must be the avatar of one of the dragons from the old stories. It wouldn't hurt having an invulnerable pet, yes, you would do just fine. He points to the snake with the finger from his other hand starts casting a spell.
Thank you for that lovely introduction Mayor Deverin[b] Cyrdak says with a slight bow and kisses the now blushing Mayor.[b] As was said we have many delights for you this evening, we have Fire! *PFT a flash emits from his hands*, we have Music!*Gives cue to band* and we have Sheriff Hemlock!* With a tap of his finger the sheriff standing attentively in front of the podium becomes purple from head to toe, a trick the sheriff genuinely seems to not have been fore warned of* And of course you can see me and Magnimar's very own Allishanda!
The Sheriff adds, Yes, yes all well and good, but do mind your manners round here and be careful 'round that bonfire clearly angry and embarrassed.
Yes of course my good purple Sheriff Cyrdak pauses for the crowds reaction of laughter, then adds And finally let us ask Father Zantus up here for a moment to make this festival official.
Completely enchanted by the bard Ileosa reponds: "Don't know Chammi," and turns her full attention towards the Cyrdak. "Perhaps you would like to dance... and more with him." Chammady laughs. He's not bad looking she tells herself and as the bard continues his show: Not without skills either. A night with him and Allishanda is going to be good. Chammady looks around at the crowd to see if there's anyone she knows or potential partners for the dance later.
Idril squees and claps wildly for Cyrdak, then again for the mention of Allishanda. She begins to plot how to approach him despite the crowd at the festival.
Isorian woke up with a hard thump on the floor of his room. The sorcerer looked around for his new pet but gave up quickly. This was definitely one of those weird dreams. Anyway, I guess it would have not been easy taming an invulnerable snake that is cursing you all the time. He quickly got to his feet and seeing the position of the sun he ran down the stairs and out off the inn's door.
Huffing and puffing he got in time just to watch Cyrdak's spectacle and be amazed by it's splendor. He winks to one of the girls near him. "You know one day I'll exceed Cyrdak's power by that much that he owed by my skill he will make this tricks for me for free." He raises one eyebrow, at the announcement of the new speaker. Father who?
Abstalar Zantus comes to the stage. He is a middle aged man, but he seems wise beyond his years. Welcome to all of you this fine morning. I am glad to see so many Varisians and others from far out lands coming to this modest festival. Allow me to give you a small benediction Bowing his head the priest says a small prayer Blessed be those who have come in the name of friendship to our fine town, allow them to find safety and enjoyment this day. In the name of the Mighty Desna I bless the. Please join me at noon for the releasing of the Swallowtails. Until then enjoy the games and shows, the festival officially has begun! The crowd cheers and the children shout with joy.
Idril will bow her head respectfully (though she will peek to look at Cyrdak) and cheer wildly at the conclusion of the benediction along with the others.
Hearing a remark about surpassing Cyrdak, Chammady looks around, trying to identify the speaker. Finding the half-elf her eyes turn skywards and she turns her back to him. What a fool, she says to herself drawing a little smile. She turns her attention towards the stage as the cleric ascend and begins his blessing.
Whoa... Maybe I hit the offering a little too hard tonight...
"What in Cayden's froth?" Avizzi mutters as the frog appears, and then he lets out a small yelp as it bites at him, snapping its teeth (?) on his arm.
The Ulfen monk shakes the frog off, blinking his eyes and adopting a fighting stance to defend himself easily . He then launches two swift strikes at the frog, a right straight followed by an open-handed punch from the left.
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The crowd quickly disperses to various different spots of interest as the band plays a joyful tune.
Eager to demonstrate her talent to the great Cyrdak and/or Allishandra, Idril will perform Varisian folk dances (all those scarves flying) and classical Azlanti/Chelaxian dances. She will try to elbow her way onto the stage if she can, otherwise she will stake out a section of ground as another street performer. Inbetween sets she will do slight of hand illusions and juggling for the kids.
after enjoying some of the street performers for a short time Tarkin makes his way to a harrow reader to see see if maybe they can provide some insight into his dream.
Idril makes her way on stage and perform an impromptu dance. Cyrdak and many of the onlookers begin cheering and clapping in rhythm. Some onlookers are so impressed by her performance they throw silver on the stage . Very Impressive Madame, I have some time before my show starts perhaps I can join you for a walk around town? Cyrdak says smiling.
Not being the strongest among men Isorian knew that he would have no chance at tug of war. Changing his direction he goes and sees the performers but that only left him with a sour taste in mouth seeing Cyrdak making advances to one of the most beautiful dancers on the fare. He buys a mug of ale and after finishing most of it he goes for the harrow reading.
How can I show that pompous,that pompous, Cyrdak who is real lord of magic around here... agh, without getting into jail.
Strange, Avizzi thinks as he awakens from his dream, but nothing is normal with me these days, hehe. Rising from his place on the floor of the inn's common room, Avizzi nods to the innkeeper with a smile and heads out into the light.
Walking around town, Avizzi makes his way to the tug of war contest, where he grins and cracks his knuckles. "Well, let's see how strong you boys are!" he smiles.
after leaving madame Mvashtis' wagon Tarkin decides a little competition is in order and heads toward the tug of war contest.
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Step on up to the Tug of War. Lets get two Volunteers to start us out! A large Ulfen man calls out with a large rope stretched out before him.
Avizzi and Tarkin step up.
Both men seem capable with rope and have the strength to back it up. With a groan the Shoanti man gathers all his strength and has the other man face down in the dirt. We have a winner! the Ulfen man declares raising Tarkin's hand in the air.
Avizzi grunts as his grip gives and he loses his balance, falling forward into the dirt. He quickly bounces back up and grins at the Shoanti man, holding his arm out for a wrist clasp. "You pull strong, friend," the Ulfen grins. "Where'd you build such muscle?"
"Lets go watch the tug," Chammady suggested to her friends. "You only want to go there because your adventure might be there," Ileosa teased. "Perhaps," Chammady replied with a smile on her lips. Truth be told she wanted to se if she could find that handsome, charming adventure that had lived in the Rusty Dragon Inn for the last week.
When she got to the tug of war one of the challenges had just ended and a tall, lean man was just getting up from the podium apparently his opponent a huge savage had just won. More importantly her adventure wasn't there. She drifted away from her friends and towards on of the group of street performers who were playing in a small square where people were dancing. She soon join the chain dance forgetting who she was searching for, just enjoying the music and the dance.
Very Impressive Madame, I have some time before my show starts perhaps I can join you for a walk around town?
After she finishes her dance routine and takes a bow, she listens to Master Cyrdaks offer, her face flushed and still breathing heavily from her exertions. Mopping her brow, she appears to consider her options carefully, then regally nods and extends a hand.
"Master Cyrdak, I would be honored." She replied loftily.In her mind, all that could be heard is one continuous "Squeeeeee..."
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Cyrdak gently accepts Idril's hand and begins to walk in the town. I have been all over Varisa and I must say that was one of the best examples of traditional dance I have seen. I had not expected to meet someone so talented today, what a fine festival it will be. Is there anything you'd like to see before the show starts? He asks her with a politeness and grace that is surprising for a man.
As Little Chammady starts to dance she notices a man eyeing her from across the dance floor. Confidently, perhaps aided by the beverage at his table, he advances towards her and bows. May I have this dance He says in a foreign accent
Confused, Isorion takes one last looks at the tent from which he was thrown out and sights. It's been a long day. First the disappearing cursing serpent that appear both in his dream and during the reading of the cards taunting him over and over, then Cyrdak stealing all the views, now being thrown out for no reason.
On his way back to the dancing grounds he buys another mug of ale Good as ever...You wouldn't have happened hearing some tale about five gnomes and a dwarf? Or something like that... The sorcerer tells the person who fills his mug for another round. He continues with a shushed tone closer to the server's ear.It's suppose to make me win against that Drokkus guy. He continues to watch the dances from afar.
Tarkin a (bit awkwardly) clasps avizzi's wrist and after a brief pause says cheerily everywhere I go, and where did you learn to be so gracious in defeat?