It's not a problem, glad I didn't scare you away, I understand you have little enough to work with now.
"I honestly cannot answer that. My knowledge of it is lacking and even Copper can't tell me. But if I had to guess, I would have to say the first. He acts independent enough to get me in trouble." Rohan replies. Copper just grins as he is being talked about.
Skerrin nods.
"Well, either way, he is still utterly fascinating. I have a companion as well," he gestures to the magnificent Currawong preening itself on his shoulder, "but I know he came about by imprinting part of my personality on a 'normal' bird."
He then smiles.
"Of course, that does not mean that we do not butt heads every so often; when you have been with someone for close to 200 years, you occasionally find something to argue over..."
Pulling Vulf onto the dance floor, Zelaria is grateful that he is not so much taller than she as Rohan, for her lack of ability to dance like her more agile cousins. She hopes that he can excuse her clumsy steps as she leads him through their most popular dance.
She grins in triumph when she does not make a total fool of herself as they glide through the steps. "My blood favors me today." she says brightly.
Dance:
Vulf unaccustomed to the dance of these people stumbles along with Aria he only hopes he does't step on her toes too badly.
My skills seem to have abandoned me though. Maybe Ill perform the magic this time and you dance. he says as they whirl around the dance floor, his warrior's frame sometimes bumping into other patrons of the inn.
A man in a large, floppy hat moves through the Festival crowd, enjoying the sights before him but feeling slightly uncomfortable in the mass of people. Not this many people in Nybor altogether--nor in Ilsurian neither. Deadeye, you must have an odd sense of humor to send me here... He snorts to himself in mild amusement as he looks slightly upward and touches the brim of his hat. Meanin' no disrespect, mind you.
As he wanders through the crowd looking for food and drink, he winds up in the Rusty Dragon just in time to see a Half-Elf making a fool of himself on the dance floor. Best I don't join in on any o' that. Plenty a' other ways t' make a fool of m'self here, I'm sure. He looks around a bit, cradling his spear in the crook of his arm as he scratches at the holy symbol on the outside of his archery bracer. Weel, might as well introduce m'self to someone around here. Best not to be a shut-in while on th' boss's business.
Holding his spear again, he approaches the bar and orders something dark. Looking over at the nearby group (i.e. Skerrin, Lumi, and Rohan), he comments, "That's an interesting creature y've got there. Not oft ye see dragonkin o' any sort 'round here, or so I've heard. Visitin' the town?"
Markellus dresses for comfort and ease of movement more than anything else. Currently, he is wearing his well-maintained chain shirt over a long-sleeved leather jerkin and a white linen shirt. His pants are dark grey linen, and he has a fairly large quiver on his back. A well-used longbow is slung over his shoulder, a dagger is sheathed in his belt, and he is using a hunting spear like a walking stick. He wears a leather bracer on his right forearm that has the holy symbol of Erastil embossed on the outside edge of it. He wears a wide-brimmed, floppy leather hat on his head to guard his face from the sun.
"Desna is also the goddess of chance," Zelaria replies with a grin. "What talents I may display tomorrow in both dance and magic may be confounded tomorrow, though it appears she favors me heavily today," she admits and blushes.
When their dance ends, Zelaria steps slightly away from her partner and offers him a conciliatory bow. "Will you be staying here tonight, as well?"
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And me as well actually I have no idea where Im staying tonight. I had just arrived when we met. He bows to her his face slightly red in embarrassment about his performance and he had heard a few chuckles of mockery with his elven ears. Neither of which made him more comfortable but he glanced down at Aria's ribbon tied about his wrist and tried to settle down.
Sorry about not joining the RP, as it looks like those PCs might have a better shot at getting in, but I am really close to the max on aliases, so I don't wanna waste a slot on a PC that might not get picked, despite great RP.
Corvus flies up to the large, floppy hat on Markellus' head.
"Would you get a load of this hat! I could live here, this is great." the bird says.
Antinous sighs loudly.
"hello kind sir. Please feel free to shoot that pest on your head with arrows. He's nowhere near as nice as the copper dragon there."
Markellus blinks in surprise as the bird lands, then shrugs as he takes his mug from the barkeep and leans his spear against the bar. "As long as he doesn't make a mess up there, I'll be fine with him stayin' for a short while." He takes a sip of his drink and nods in approval before nodding in greeting to the man, careful not to dislodge the bird (intentionally, at any rate). "Ah, and thankya for the compliment. It's a handy hat. Name's Markellus Severian, by the way. You here for th' Festival?" He asks this as politely as he can, given that there's a rather large bird on his head.
This isn't funny. I know you're laughing up there somewhere, Deadeye. Might be you get bored once in a while, heya?
"Bjørn went to sea recently, and Iolana is always anxious when he's away. If you find no other place to stay, I don't think she would mind terribly if..." Zelaria trails, cheeks flaming. Recognizing Vulf's hesitance she feels affected, herself. In a caravan, she would have been apprenticed to its Eldest and attained a position of some respect. In the city, where them of the blood had abandoned the ways, Zelaria was an object of derision. Outsiders identified her as Sczarni, and cousins among her age group held no respect for mysticism on the whole.
Zelaria touches Vulf's wrist again and smiles tenderly. "Why don't we return to our companions?" she suggests, and spares a glance for them. She sees that a newcomer has arrived, no doubt attracted by Copper. "I believe my master can excuse me for imbibing a little if you care to share with me."
She leads Vulf back to the group, and spares a moment to take in the appearance of the new arrival. She stops well short of him, drawing vulf a little to her side. Unable to see the new man's face, Zelaria tilts her head slightly to get a peak underneath his hat.
"Greetings, stranger, and hello again Master" she says brightly, offering Antonious a cheery salute. "I would also like to know, do you always were such a wide brimmed hat in such dim and close quarters, or do you fear discovery amongst a crowd of travelers?"
"If she doesn't mind I would indeed like to stay I could do chores to earn my keep." he replies to her as she leads them back to their companions and a newcomer.
Vulf crosses his arms saying nothing merely standing beside the girl looking up at the man. His cheeks had gone up in color at the mention of staying with the girl but he was striving hard to come back under control before anyone could take a better look at him. That hat is the most ridiculous thing I have seen so far with these people.
However the day was turning out quite well, a pretty girl, a dance, and now she was offering him a free place to stay. All in all he could get to like the city.
Markellus shrugs and points to the top of his head. "Not usual that I wear it for this long indoors, but then, it's odd for a bird to be perchin' itself on my hat shortly after I come indoors too. Figured the bird was a Sandpoint custom or somesuch, so I left it there." He says the last part with a slight smile, and takes another sip of his drink before touching the brim of his hat. "Name's Markellus Severian. Given the situation, I hope you'll pardon the lack of removin' my hat just now."
Well, she's an interestin' one fer sure. Musta' been the other one's dancin' partner or somesuch. Pretty one, her. Must be Varisian.
Zelaria smiles and nods. "I could scarcely see him," she hums melodically. "You are all so tall!"
" It is good to meet you two, Markellus and Antinous. I am Rohan and this is my friend, Copperscale. Or Copper for short." As he introduces himself to the newcomers."I wanna eat his hat, it looks delicious." Comments the little wyrmling as he licks his lips, obviously referring to Markellus' enormous gaudy hat.
Markellus nods in greeting to Rohan and Copperscale, careful once more not to dislodge the bird too much. "Not often that a simple hat draws this much attention. Might be that I need to start rollin' it up in my pack or somesuch." He shrugs at this comment before taking another sip of his drink. "At any rate, pleasure to meet you, Rohan, Copperscale. Friendly folk around here--not what I expected in a bigger town."
"It is not something you see everyday. But if that is what makes you happy, then so be it." He replies. "Yep, we're super friendly here. Especially those two." Copper says indicating Vulf and Velaria, while trying to imitate kissing noises."Alright, looking at that hat is making me hungry. I need some mutton chops, at least 2 of them! Do any of you want anything?" The little drake says as he orders.
Vulf blushes furiously and his tattoos flash irritably as he listens to the little gold drakeling. He spares a glance at the newcomer but then looks down at Velaria to see how she takes the drakes teasing.
Zelaria's eyes widen at Copper's suggestion. It had not occurred to her that she and Vulf might be mistaken for a partners entering into courtship! Among her clan... Zelaria colored and rolled her right ankle so that the chimes would sound, which they did not in this din. My clan is lost...
Zelaria spares a furtive glance for Vulf, and smiles shyly. She, without even a kapenia to present to be traced by the eldest of their families to ensure...to ensure what? Zelaria was too young to have learned. Had she succeeded Marilys, she might have, when she were older.
"No, thank you Copper, but it was kind of you to offer," she answers politely.
"Alrighty then. More for me." Copper replies as his food arrives. Rohan with a slight tinge of annoyance that Copper was too rude to not order anything for him, orders some mead and some bread for people to snack on if they wish.
Vulf grimaces and takes Zelaria's hand in his and leads her away a few steps. "Excuse us we'll be back in just a moment." he says over his shoulder to the company.
He leads her to a private table and sits down motioning her to join him. When she does he looks at her thoughtfully for a moment sparing a glance towards their companions. He turns back towards her.
"Look Zelaria...I promised I would tell you a bit about my tribes customs... I'd like a moment to talk to you about them." he fingers the cloth shed tied about his wrist then breathes deeply and gathers his will.
"Just now I think our companions think we to are.....whats the term? Courting? While I am interested and am fully prepared to duel any other suitor for the right... I have nothing to offer you, no wreath of flowers for intent, no tribe, no home, and I would not burden you with my troubles. Look im saying this because...It's ok to let the others know we aren't together. We are friends nothing more if you want that." he shrugs looking away slightly troubled by his speech and unsure where he was going with it but felt he owed it to her to let her know he wasn't expecting anything.
Ryuko. I would like to just clarify who and what are in the running at the minute the way I see it the applications stand like this:
(In order of appearance)
Rohan Drake, Human Summoner.
Alorne Cooper, Half-Elf Rogue.
Zelaria Quiatris, Human Sorceress.
Vulf Longfang, Half-Elf Barbarian.
Thaomond God-Forsaken, Human Barbarian.
Luminiere Argence Solaras Dawnbringer II, Aasimaar Oracle.
Skerrin Maltisse, Elf Wizard.
Dairkal, Halfling Rogue.
Antinous Demonte, Human Witch.
Deona Wen, Human Oracle.
Florin De Poisse, Human Bard.
Korganna Skullcracker, Half-Orc Oracle.
Dorrak Garrum, Dwarf Cleric.
Erodel, Human Fighter.
Markellus Severian, Human Paladin.
Sorry if I missed anyone.
Disclaimer: Please I don’t want you to think like I’m stepping on your toes in any way. with a day left I just wanted to get a picture of the race for the finish and at the same time show my continued interest.
@RPers: Never been a fan of this style before but you have all kept me very entertained you guys have some nice themes going and given me some great ideas. So cheers!
Best of luck all
Zelaria looks quite sadly at her empty hands laying on the table. "My clan is lost, and my parents and brothers, too," she replies. "They protected me..." she trails and shakes her head.
"I do not wish for any one to fight for me. I am strong," Zelaria looked up Vulf confidently.
"There are none to stand for me, or for you, only ourselves. If you wish to court me, let me stand beside you, not behind, or above."
Zelaria smiles at Vulf softly. "Until I earn my place there, we can wait."
Skerrin watches politely as Zelaria and Vulf dance, but his attention is quickly diverted by the stranger in the enormous floppy hat, to whom he inclines his head in greeting.
"Well met, Master Severian. I am Skerrin Maltisse, lately of Kyonin. What drew you to Sandpoint? Are you here for the Festival? I must admit, it was serendipity itself that landed me here at this time; I have found the town very much to my liking so far..."
When Copperscale orders his 'snack', Skerrin raises an eyebrow, and offers Rohan a sympathetic smile.
"I am sure that he usually means well... I must admit, though, that I am impressed by his hunger; one would not have thought that so small a creature could devour so large a feast!"
"I have known him almost my whole life and I still have not figured out where it all goes. I am quite used to it. I know he means well, but his mind moves so quickly that he misses some things in the process, like occasionally being considerate." Rohan replies with a smile.
"Well, at least he has you around to advise him, when the situation calls for it... Although I would not like to guess whether he would heed such warnings!", Skerrin says with a wink.
Actually I think I'll tell it now, since I'm pretty sure I have the list worked out in my head.
(In order of appearance)
Rohan Drake, Human Summoner.
Zelaria Quiatris, Human Sorceress.
Vulf Longfang, Half-Elf Barbarian.
Florin De Poisse, Human Bard.
Dorrak Garrum, Dwarf Cleric.
Markellus Severian, Human Paladin.
Thanks to all of you who applied, it was extremely hard to boil the submissions down (still took six.... damnit.) and I wish all of you well.
Those of you chosen: Head on over to the OOC thread and give me a post. If anyone doesn't do so in 48 hours, I will go to first alternate.
EDIT: And a special thanks to Judderman for getting me a list together.
Thanks so much Ryuko! You won't regret picking me and Copper!
Actually I think I'll tell it now, since I'm pretty sure I have the list worked out in my head.
(In order of appearance)
Rohan Drake, Human Summoner.
Zelaria Quiatris, Human Sorceress.
Vulf Longfang, Half-Elf Barbarian.
Florin De Poisse, Human Bard.
Dorrak Garrum, Dwarf Cleric.
Markellus Severian, Human Paladin.Thanks to all of you who applied, it was extremely hard to boil the submissions down (still took six.... damnit.) and I wish all of you well.
Those of you chosen: Head on over to the OOC thread and give me a post. If anyone doesn't do so in 48 hours, I will go to first alternate.
EDIT: And a special thanks to Judderman for getting me a list together.
So at least four of the six chosen are those who engaged in RP?? lame :( ...sigh, on to look for another RotRL recruitment...maybe next year when the anni HC comes out
And here I was about to apologize for not getting into the RP. Had put too much into RPing application threads recently only to be turned down. Takes too much out of me. Guess it might have helped this time when it wasn't supposed to matter :P
So at least four of the six chosen are those who engaged in RP?? lame :( ...sigh, on to look for another RotRL recruitment...maybe next year when the anni HC comes out
Sorry MG, I'm hoping to get into one around that time too. If it helps the only one who sold me on RP alone is Zelaria. And you're first alternate.