.
Dot
Dot, albeit with no background.
Hmm..I dotted this morning and it apparently vanished.
Hmm..I dotted this morning and it apparently vanished.
The Message board monsters have been hungry the last few days. They ate about five of my dots before they slaked their hunger and I got my first post here.
Dot or period, or something along those lines.
Yay! Start time!
It's a pleasant day in Heldren as you exit The Silvered Stoat (or your house) this morning. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and there's not a cloud in sight. In other words, it's the perfect day for a festival!
The day starts off with a short speech from the council head, Ionnia Teppen. She gives a warm welcome to all visitors and promises that this festival will be the best one yet. "You may think you've seen it all before, but this year will be one you'll never forget! We gathered only the most beautiful butterflies, and I do believe that Desna herself couldn't have done better. I promise you, you won't believe your eyes when you see them." With that, the fun begins!
Well, that's odd. Maldrek yawns, his early breakfast not quite waking him up from the large number of patrons he conversed with the previous night. As he sees the tug of war set up he grins. Perhaps I'll join in for a bit.
"WAKE UP PERS! WAKE UP!" Allie, though very excited, only slightly shakes her sisters shoulder. "The festival is here!! LETS GO!" She giggles and pets Gruff on the head. "You, too Gruffster!"
Wakes up to the high pitched voice nearby. Sits up in bed and stretches.
What an interesting night! Oh dear, suns up, I over slept.
Indulges in the light for a moment before rising to dress, then peers about trying to recall if she slept alone or shared a room.
Right, festival today. Whats that about?
Kneels in supplication to Pharasma for a short time, her spells unused from the day before, she thanks her goddess for yesterdays good fortune and new friends.
Dresses quickly, but leaves her pack taking her coat, shield, weapons and healers kit. Wraps her scarf around her neck and head and heads to the common room for food.
Asks for some breakfast and tea from the tavern-keeper, upon seeing Maldrek walks over and sits down next to him.
Mind some company? Do you happen to know anything about this festival today big guy ?
"Oh hello, yes please join me. Their biscuits are marvelous. Well I'm not a local, but I do believe there is normally supposed to be a representative of the High Sentinels here to oversee the events. Odd that I haven't seen one yet."
Percy wakes to a gentle touch and a screaming voice. The touch sends a ripple of heat down her arm, but it doesn't hurt. She blearily comes to, and slowly orients herself.
Oh, ya... she yawns and stretches, the crevices and cracks her blackened arms looking as horridly painful as usual.
After a short morning ritual of slaps and shakes, Percy quickly dons her specially modified hide armor and gathers her belongings. She is the wary sort, so she leaves nothing behind.
All this takes only a few minutes, and soon she, her sister, and her sister's goat are headed out.
Sigrun awakes in her room, an experience she always though of as odd since inns were not a common thing in the frozen north. The night before had been interesting, observing the camaraderie of travelers who barely knew each other, something she was still unused to after her years in isolation.
Arising from bed she washes herself in the washbasin provided, before donning her chain armor and gathering up her weapons and gear and heading down to the common room, seeking a meal.
Takes advice on biscuits and digs in like the farmers daughter she is, eating a surprising portion with abandon, but mannered.
Events? Sounds like fun. Are you going to do any? I saw the rope, maybe you could try that?
Pinches arm muscles softly, is surprised at the steel masquerading as flesh.
My word, your arms are like a steel. You could do it alone if you wanted!
Maldrek glances at the two other women in the bar. "Hey, let's round up some people and go have a game!"
Hearing the challenge Vashti takes off her armor and weapons, rolls up her sleeves and pulls to when commanded.
Epic suckige, must be the poor footing!
Right about when Maldrek says "game" is when Percy and company appear. Percy immidiately perks up. Game? What game? I love games!
"Tug of war, apparently it's one of the games today, want to join?"
A slow smile spreads across the powerful readhead's face. "A test of strength is always welcome where I come from," she says in a quiet voice of one not used to speaking much, a strong Skald accent to her words.
Maldrek grins, knowing who is his biggest ally in the room. "I'll take the anchor and you take the point?"
Oh, very well then, I thought I had one in you, but with all of her as well it should be easier!
Percy glances at her burned, cracked arms and giggles. I think I would just get in the way, but I can tag along and cheer! And I'm sure Allie would love to see you compete...
She smiles teasingly at her sister.
Ered rolls over slowly, landing with a solid thud on the floor. The groan that escapes his lips is a combination of his body hitting the floor, and the sunlight hitting his eyes. "I keep forgetting...alcohol doesn't make it better. It makes it worse.."
He chuckles and grins, slowly getting up and brushing the dust off his clothes, and then he proceeds to get dressed, putting on his armor, strapping the waterskin and scimitar to his hip and the bow to his back.
Slowly proceeding down the stairs, he clings to the wall, descending the stairs to the main room. He grimaces, as he heads to the bar. "Water..." he mumbles to the keep, barely noticing he's nearby the rest of the group.
Even put together, his eyes and body posture clearly show that he had been drinking the night before and was still recovering. "There's some sort of competition?..."
Game Update
Maldrek and Vashti are attempting the Tug-o-War against Group Two.
Maldrek walks over to put a hand on Sigrun's shoulder. "Want to join us? One more and we have a full team!"
Allie runs up to Maldrek and Sigrun. "I want to play!! I want to play! And so does Gruff!" She tugs on his tail. "Can we play, too?"
Hold on now, he looks beefier in the light,
Nudges Maldrek and points to the sodden mess coming down the stairs.
Maybe he should take my place, he looks stronger in day light.
Well, perhaps, but the rules call for three, bright spot. Maybe if we can find a longer rope we could add more people?
Percy giggles at her sister. Maybe you can pull on the Teifling's tail!
Without waiting for someone to stop her, she jumps in, Gruff right behind her. The both pick up the rope, her in her tiny hands and Gruff in his mouth.
"PULL GRUFFY!!" Gruff Bleats through his clenched teeth a bleat of pure determination. This goat means business.
The first round they pull in unison, but every round after that, Gruff seems to pull Allie off balance, and the last tug pops her on her little butt.
Vashti would have been in front as the weakest link, most likely.
Soooo....how does the mud taste YBD?
Yells behind her as the battle of rope wages on, PULL you lot, if I'm going in, It isn't alone!!
Also
Vashti know her limits and will watch the contests and will shout and cheer, but not join. She doesn't want to embarrass her self in front of her new freinds.
Ered chuckles, seeing the impromptu tug of war game starting and heads over, stretching his arms out. "Tug of war! That's better than any hangover cure!"
Charging over to the assembled group, Ered pushes random villagers out of his way, people a bit more surprised at a strong elf than anything else as he anchors himself on the rope.