You have waited all year, and the day has finally come! The Swallowtail Festival has started! The town square is decorated with as many streamers and colors that they seem to boggle the mind. Merchant tents from all over Varisia, selling food and wares from as far as Korvosa.
You come to the festival just as it starts. Mayor Deverin delivers his speech from the stage, his friendly attitude and joking demeanor has the crowd laughing within minutes, especially his joke about the local tanner, Larz Rovanky, managing to tear himself way from work long enough to attend.
The attitude of the crowd is brought down slightly as Sheriff Belor Hemlock reminds everyone to be safe during the festival and to not try anything silly or dangerous, his eyes resting on a few of you. He also requests a moment of silence from everyone to remember those who perished in the previous church fire. At the end of his speech, the Sheriff reminds everyone that the lottery for Jury Duty will be taking place by the end of the night. The crowd begins to murmur about the upcoming trial of Blixa.
The mayor takes to the stage once again to announce the third and last speaker, Cyrdak Drokkus. A few of the crowd begin to murmur and the Mayor tells them that their oringal speaker, Lonjiku Kaijitsu, has taken ill and won't be attending the festival.
Cyrdak takes the stage and has the crowd roaring in laughter once again with his jokes and anecdotes. At the end of his speech, he invites everyone to attend the Sandpoint Theater the following evening for the opening night of "The Harpy's Curse". Cyrdak announces that the lead role of Avisera, the Harpy Queen, will be played by none other then the famous Magnimarian diva, Allishanda!
And with the opening speeches finished, the festival games begin!
At various times of the morning, you spot Flit, closely followed by his new bodyguard, Chadron. Flit has out a journal along with an inkpen and appears to be cataloging everyone that he sees.
Eager for a chance to perform for the large crowds today, Zella wakes up with the dawn and spends a rather long time making sure her outfit and hair is perfect before heading out to meet Olly for breakfast.
Laughing as she eats a quick breakfast with the gnome, Zella apologizes for her lateness. "Sorry I took so long getting ready, but I wanted to make sure to look my best today. Everyone will be out for the festival and who knows who might see us perform today. Maybe we will be lucky enough to catch the eye of someone who could do our careers some good? That and, well, we may run into that gentleman from the bar." Zella stumbles a bit over that last sentence and blushed lightly thinking of her interest in that one. He did say he wanted to see me dance. I hope that we run into him again today.
Zella laughs along with the crowd during the mayor's speech and quietly complains to Olly during the Sheriff's speech. "Did no one tell him this is supposed to be a cheerful day? He is way too serious." When Drokkus takes the stage, Zella again whispers to Olly. "That is the one that needs to watch us perform. Keep your fingers crossed that he wanders by during our act."
If Olly agrees, Zella would like to preform with her before wandering about to participate in the other games. "I was thinking preform, play a game or just wander a bit, lunch, perform, game or shop, dinner and perform again. I'd like to get in at least three sets if that's not too much for you? The more chances to be seen the better, plus with this crowd we may be able to make some decent money.'
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 108 lbs.
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair: Wavy black hair that reaches to the middle of her back.
Skin Tone: Light Olive complexion
When traveling, or not wanting to draw attention to herself (such as when she's indulging in a little pick-pocketing), Zella wears common traveling clothes under her leather armor consisting of a loose fitting blouse and trousers with leather boots that come up to midcalf. Her traveling clothes are in colors of beiges and browns so as to not show dirt easily and to not stand out in a crowd. She usually wears her hair pulled back into a loose ponytail when in this outfit.
When she does want to draw attention to herself (usually for dance performances or to catch a certain someone's eye), Zella dresses up in her dancer's (entertainers) outfit. It has a tight fitting bodice with long flowing sleeves and a full, ankle length skirt with slits up either side for freedom of movement during her dances. It is in graduated shade of purple, starting with lavender at the top of her bodice and becoming a deep dark violet at the hem of her skirt. She has several scarves all in different shades of purple and her outfit and scarves are all embroidered with dark yellow thread. She usually let her hair hang loose when dancing so that it flows with her movements.
Karas walks around the festival accompanied by his spirit totem. The festival was good for the mood and for some reason people were more accepting of a weird, hybrid creature walking around now than they were on normal day. He wasn't allowed to take part in the pie eating contest though.
The festival was a nice change of pace compared to the travels of the last few weeks. It was strange though. On the one hand it did look like a grand celebration among the Shoanti, with contests and speakers, but it was also very different. Something like a pie eating contest was unheard of amongst his people and considered wasteful. Riddles and Trivia however were a common thing, sadly Karas had never been any good at solving riddles and he feared his knowledge of local trivia was lacking.
Karas:
Karas is a tall, slender man, even rising out above his tribesmen though they tend to be broader. His skin, which is decorated with tattoos on his arms, shoulders and chest, is a ruddy color. He has very short auburn hair.
He dresses in simple clothing and carries a spear. On top of his head he wears a hawk's head hat, a symbol of his station as shaman and of his totem creature.
Ingir:
From a distance Ingir looks like a wingless griffin but upon closer inspection many more differences become obvious. Unlike a griffin Ingir's head is hawk-like instead of eagle-like and his body, including the front paws, is actually more like a very slender bear than a big cat.
As Zella arrives at breakfast, she finds Olly dressed in her own performance finery: a yellow blouse trimmed in a variety of ribbons, bells, and bangles, and a full skirt in bright pink. Her blue braids are perhaps slightly less haphazard than usual, and have been augmented with pink and yellow ribbons to match the outfit.
"Not a problem!" she says cheerfully as Zella apologizes for being late. "I only just got here myself. Sit down, you need a good breakfast before a day of performing!"
As Zella mentions the man from the tavern, Olly grins. "Decided he was worth your attention, eh?"
Olly bounces along happily beside Zella as they make their way to the festival. As the Sheriff speaks, she nods at Zella's comments. "Why is he worrying about jury duty and all that when it's supposed to be a festival day? And yes, we absolutely must catch Drokkus's eye. That's the only way to make it big in this town!" She pauses and thinks. "Allishanda, huh? Well, it'll be worth seeing the show at least, to know what competition we're up against, right?" She grins.
As the speeches finish, Olly looks around for a good place to perform. "What about that nice bit of open plaza?" she says, pointing to a nearby spot as the crowds start to move toward games and other activities. "Let's start there, and see how we do. Maybe Drokkus will walk by on his way back to the theater!"
As they start toward the spot, Olly notices Flit. She elbows Zella (probably in the knee, but elbows her anyway!). "There's that weird goblin Pathfinder from the other night in the tavern! I've never seen a goblin that could write before..." But she doesn't spend undue time worrying about him; there's performing to do!
Olly Ackenthorpe is a bit tall for a female gnome, standing about 3'3". She has deep brown skin and disproportionately large blue eyes -- eyes that echo her cobalt blue hair, which she typically wears piled on top of her head in a mass of braids and beads that most people couldn't imagine sleeping on. When not performing, she typically wears reasonably practical clothes, but even then she can't resist shiny buckles, colorful ribbons, and the like. When performing, she wears brightly-colored blouses and skirts and extra ribbons woven in among the blue braids.
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During your performance, Flit continues to make his rounds about the festival, but once he sees Olly and Zelladania perform, he comes over immediately and appears completely fascinated by Olly and her drumming. He sits on the ground to watch and takes out his journal and appears to be working in it while watching the performance.
Once you finish a set, Flit walks over, tears out a paper from inside his journal and passes it to Olly. The sheet of paper has a rather flawless sketch of your performance, but Olly seems to be towards the center and more of the focus of the picture. Flit turns a bit red before walking quickly away
Zella giggles a bit at Olly's question. "I think there is a distinct possibility that he could indeed be worthy of my attention. Assuming of course he'll be around long enough to receive my attention. I have no idea if he is just here for the festival or if he is planning on a longer stay." Zella sighs loudly. "Story of my life as a traveler, I've never been in any one place long enough to have any decent kind of relationship. Oh well, let's get going."
Looking over Olly's shoulder at the sketch, Zella gives a little snicker. "Oh my, it looks like someone thinks that you are worthy of their attention, hmm?"
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Noro walks around checking the various booths and vendors grabbing a some breakfast from one of the merchants during the festival. she soon takes notice of her brother, Lou, setting up an easel and sketch pad next to a booth representing the Rusty Dragon.
Noro also can't help but notice Zella's performance and her attention switching back and forth between the two.
then with a snap, Noro has a brilliant idea.
She runs over to Zella waving to get her attention, Hey, Zella, Hey. Noro grabs her by the arm (not violently)
come on I got shomin' to show ya she drags Zella with her (regardless if she wants to go or not.)
Noro drags Zella to Lou setting up his scketch pad.
Hey Lou, this here is Zella... Zella, Lou She whispers to Zella He's my big brother.
Anyway, Lou here is your first customer... Come on Zell give a pose Noro urges Zella on with a wink.
Dawn breaks through the window and Darius awakens to the mildly blinding light. One of the only things about my father's legacy that I dislike, he thinks to himself. The Half-Elf gets up and gets dressed in his customary outfit of a dark green shirt, black pants, knee high boots, and black leather vest. He glances over at his scale armor hanging over the back of a chair. I don't think that'll be necessary today, it is a festival after all. Straps on his belt, with weapons, grabs his wide-brimmed hat, leaves and locks his room.
He gets down stairs for breakfast, just as Zelladania and her Gnome friend leave the Dragon. I seem to keep missing her this past week. Oh well, I'm sure to catch her at the festival. Darius has breakfast, puts on his hat and heads out to the festival.
After the speeches, the Half-Elf decided to browse the shops for a bit. Then he comes across the Rusty Dragon's booth and is nearly floored when he sees Zelladania posing for a sketch. He waits for the artist to finish then says, "How much for the sketch of this embodiment of a Goddess?"
- Height: 6'
- Weight: 160 lbs
- Eyes: Orange
- Hair: Grey, cut to shoulder length with the hair in front of the ears pulled and tied in the back
- Skin: Black as ebony
Zella's years of dancing and acrobatics practice is the only reason that she manages to keep her feet underneath her as Noro drags her off to have her portrait done. Woah, she has got some really strong arms. Did Lou ask her to fetch me so he could do my portrait? I thought he had made it fairly clear last year that he had eyes only that Ameiko chick. Guess I wasn't exotic enough for him.
Regardless of the reasons, Zella strikes a pose and allows her portrait to be done and turns out to be very glad that she did when Darius wanders by and looks at the portrait. Embodiment of a goddess? Oh my, he sure knows how to flatter a woman. Her cheeks now turning a shade of scarlet, Zella moves to stand beside Darius and take a look for herself and the portrait that Lou has done.
"That is a wonderful picture Lou, you are as talented as ever. And you Darius, you flatter me too much. You have also managed to miss me and Olly perform, again. Perhaps we could grab a bite to eat and then you can watch us perform our second set of the day? Also, I was wondering how long you were thinking of staying here is Sandpoint? Zella looks rather hopeful as she asked that last question and wouldn't take much to guess that she hopes you'll be staying for a while.
Darius was about to answer Zelladanias question when Noro pulls him away for some reason. While she attempts to distract the young warrior, he is unable to keep his eyes off of the beautiful dancer. "I apologize milady, but it is rude to not answer a question when asked."
Even though he tried to be diplomatic about it, Noro seems to not respond the way he expected. The Half-Elf bows to Noro and makes his way back to Zelladania. "Sorry about that, I would love to grab a bite to eat. As for how long I'm staying, well, that remains to be seen." He winks and offers the dancer his arm.
Zella takes the arm offered and follows Darius to the nearest booth that's selling food with another blush rising to her cheeks as a result of his wink.
After lunch, Zella makes sure that Darius has a front row view of their next performance.
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Olly stares down at the drawing in surprise, but manages to hide her look of dismay until Flit has walked away. A goblin?! Attention is nice, but a goblin?? Really?!
To Zella's comment, Olly shakes her head. "But he's a goblin! Ugh! I mean, I was polite the other night because I didn't want to make Ameiko mad, but... a goblin!?" She quickly folds up the drawing and stuffs it away into her belt pouch.
Fortunately she is soon distracted by Noro dragging Zella off. Olly follows, and watches the interplay among the various participants, her distaste at being admired by a goblin rapidly being replaced by amusement at the various interplay among Darius, Zella, Noro, and Lou. Well, well, it seems my performing partner has quite the admirers!
While Zella and Darius go off to lunch, Olly decides to investigate the trivia contest. Looking around for a potential opponent, she spots Karas looking a bit lost. "You look like someone who knows things. Want to try the trivia contest?" She smiles brightly up at the tall half-elf.
Darius finds himself completely enthralled by the combination of rhythmic drumming of the Gnome and the captivating moves of Zelladania. The Half-Elf had seen many dancers at the local taverns back in his home city of Nybor, but this jewel far surpassed them. He continued to be mesmerized as he watched.
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Noro sits at the table waiting for someone to challenge her when finally the same brute that she faced a week ago in the warehouse bout comes foward
be time for some payback hehehe he snarls still missing some teeth from their last encounter.
sheems ya fergot thhe lash time we met, and yer looksh haven't improved much either Noro replies. arm on the table ready to go.
The brute sits and the judge sets the match
The match seems to be a draw at first then soon Noro gains the upper hand and slams his hand down to the table.
As the day heads towards mid day, you all notice as Father Zantus and his acolytes wheel in a rather large covered wagon into the center of the town square. They lift up the top on the wagon and thousands of Swallowtail Butterflies fly into the air. Children begin chasing after them and you notice Flit is hard at work studying them.
The release of the Swallowtails is also the signal for lunch to begin and large tables are brought out. Lunch is of course provided free from all the various inns and taverns of Sandpoint. Hagfish has of course brought amble servings of his Lobster Chowder. The White Deer Inn is featuring their peppercorn venison, but you notice a rather large line beside the Rusty Dragon table as Ameiko serves up her famous curry spice salmon and winterdrop mead. You can see that the other tavern owners are quite envious.
Darius snaps out of his trance when the Swallowtails are released and realizes that it's lunch. He waits for Zelladania to finish her dance, then asks, "I'm about to have lunch, if you care to join me, you're welcome to come along."
Seldon brushes the dust of the road off of his well-fitting woolen coat as he returns from his evening walk, the sun already high above the bay when he returns. He'd woken just before the dawn, and slipped along the south road to find a spot nestled in the cliffs, just long enough for one last devotion to the north star before watching a magnificent sunrise, the white limestone cliffs of the Devil's Platter seeming to shimmer in the morning light, cascading out onto the brilliant blue waters of the bay.
The elf takes his time returning to town, and it's nearly midday as he returns, just in time to witness the Swallowtail Release, his calm, collected demeanor giving way to wide-eyed wonder as the hundreds of wings brush past him. He joins in the dancing shortly before pulling up a chair and slicing off a thin flank of venison, some stewed plums and wilted greens, savoring each bite of the gamey meat and smiling nostalgically.
He swaps tales and riddles with some of the local colour, Veznutt Parooh and Ilsoari Gandethus. He smiles thoughtfully throughout the exchange, but even Sandpoint's best and brightest can't outfox the long-lived elf.
Wisdom Check -
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After a brisk morning of arm wrestling and putting few of the men in their place, Noro's arm begins to tire loosing the last match with much cheering as she is finally defeated.
Noro get up from the table angry at herself for losing the match, as she get up she catches something from the corner of her eye.
Standing with the crowd is Noro's Father looking at her with diappointment. As she starts to head toward him she is nearly beseiged with well wishers from the crowd congratulating her for her wins. By the time she gets clear her father is gone. Her head lowers Will I ever make you proud? she quietly whispers to herself.
Noro's her stomach begins to growl, she decides its time to have a bit of lunch.
scanning what she can of the festivities. Lou is busy with his pictures, Darius is busy with.... She soon spots a couple of the guys from the docks. (not much work this past week since the Orca set sail with her friend talon onboard). Noro enjoys the pleseant lunch of the Peppercorn Venison not being one for seafood.
keeping her eye out for that goblin emissary just in case there is trouble.
Pleased to see Darius's eyes still upon her everytime she managed to glance his way during her dance, Zella was even more pleased by his invitation to lunch. "A morning full of dancing has left me quite famished, I would very much like to grab some lunch with you."
Zella will let him lead the way to whichever of the three food tables he chooses.
As the butterflies are released, Olly claps her hands and bounces, a broad smile on her small face. She watches them fly up and away into the sunlight, and can barely contain her excitement when one briefly lands on her hair before it soars away. "So beautiful! So beautiful!" she burbles, to no one in particular.
As the lunch options appear, she decides to try the chowder, seafood being a novelty to one who grew up so far from the shore. She watches with amusement as Zella and Darius go off together.
Offering her his arm again, the Half-Elf lets the dancer lead him to the table to with the venison. He takes one bite and says, "By Calistra, this is some of the best venison I've had in sometime." Takes a few more bites, wipes his mouth with a napkin, then asks, "So, Zelladania is it, are you staying in Sandpoint after the festival?"
Flit squeezes threw the legs of some of the people at the Rusty Dragon table and appears a few minutes later with a tray of Curry Salmon and several pitchers of winterdrop mead. He hands ones of the pitchers to Chadron. He passes by the table of Darius and Zelladania and sets down one of the pitchers, "For you two, for the help the other night with Blixa.."
He continues on, handing a pitcher to Noro, "And of course for you for bringing the Sheriff in time"
He passes by Olly with a blush and a smile "My dear lady, would you be kind enough to join me for a drink as we finish our meals?" He gestures to the remaining pitcher of winterdrop mead and the two glasses he has left.
Taking a seat beside Darius, Zella answers his question between bites of the mouth-watering venison. "For a while at least. I've been wanting to take a break from the constant traveling my family does and when I heard about the theater here it sounded like a good place to try my luck at a new career."
With her attention on both Darius and her food, Zella's a bit startled by the appearance of the goblin with the mead and barely gets out a "thank you" before he goes on to Noro and finally Olly. Zella manages to only let out a small laugh as she remarks quietly to Darius, "Poor Olly, she doesn't know what to do about that one."
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Noro gladly accepts the pitcher as she continues to keep her eye (as best she can) on the goblin's activities, especially those he's around for for signs of trouble.
Noro shares her pitcher with the few dock workers she is enjoying lunch with. trying to avoid eye contact with Darius and Zella (figuring they want their peace, she tried to get Lou interested in her but she only has eye for him it would seem) Romance ain't my thing anyway.
At first when the Gnome approaches Ingir snarls at her, but a single hand movement from Karas is enough to calm him. "If you insist, sure, but I'm afraid my knowledge of what you consider trivia is limited."
Looks Where Zelladania is looking, "She will figure it out. I just hope the poor fella doesn't get hurt too much." Picks up the pitcher, "Would you care for a glass of mead, milady?"
Zella holds out her cup to accept the offered mead. "Thank you." With another glance at Olly and Flit, she remarks, "They would make an interesting couple though."
Turning her attention back to Darius, she tries to think back to their previous, brief conversation. "I think you mentioned coming up here to hunt, have you had much luck finding game?"
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As Noro and her friends finish their lunch some ask if Noro would be joining them later.
Noro waves them off maybe..I mean of coursh she responds her attention seemingly elswhere.
Noros instincts suggest that trouble is brewing and somehow that goblin Pathfinder Flit will be involved. She sits and enjoys what is left of the pitcher of mead and watching Flit as he converses with Olly.
Noro makes it a point to never let her mug be totally empty.
Noro keeps a watchful eye on the two perhaps expecting trouble from some of the other locals or even a drunk visitor, or perhaps, even the goblin himself.
At first when the Gnome approaches Ingir snarls at her, but a single hand movement from Karas is enough to calm him. "If you insist, sure, but I'm afraid my knowledge of what you consider trivia is limited."
"Seems I knew more than I thought. What is your name actually? You were the one with the drums, right?"
Karas decided to hang around Olly for a while. Ingir had actually started to like her it seamed and that was always a good sign. He smiled when she got all worked about a butterfly. Life here must truly be dull to get excited over something so small.
When the time for food comes Karas decided to try some of everything, sharing bits with Ingir. When the time came to go to the Rusty Dragon stall a small roar from Ingir was enough to make people move aside. The food here was different, but good nonetheless. Way better than what he had during his years with the Skoan-Quah.
When he sees the goblin pathfinder approach the Gnomish Drummer both Karas and Ignir keep a close eye on him. He might not be a typical Goblin, but pestering a woman for her attention did not fit any man.
Darius finishes pouring the mead. At Zelladania's question, his eyes seem to flare, and his cheerful demeanor dips slightly, but only for a split second. "There is only one creature I wish to find, and he has proven quite elusive." The Half-Elf digs into his venison with a slightly more aggressive fervor. Once finished, he downs his mead and turns back to the dancer, "A new career huh? Well you certainly have the talent, all you need is the right pair of eyes." Starts scanning the crowd for Cyrdak Drokkus.
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Olly smiles good-naturedly as Karas handily defeats her at the trivia. "Clearly you did! Well done. And a good memory, too -- yes, I play drums! My name's Olly. What's yours?"
Happy for the company as Zella seems to have wandered off with Darius, Olly examines Ingis curiously as she and Karas wander through the stalls.
Flit's arrival quickly subdues the gnome's exuberance, as she tries to subdue her immediate distaste. How did I end up with a goblin admirer? This is ridiculous. But I guess I can't say anything too bad to him if he's here officially - don't want to be the next one put on trial.
"Um... thank you, that's very kind of you," she says, getting to her feet. "I'm sorry but I really must go, my drum is in need of repair before I perform this afternoon, and I left the tools at my lodgings." What a tale, hope it works...
"My name is Karas Milar of the Shriikirri-Quah and this here is Ingir, he is my spirit guide." The creature gave an appreciative squeak.
Upon being examined Ingir rolls on his back, clearly expecting to be scratched.
When Olly tried to dismiss the goblin he had trouble keeping his smile in check. Where he came from women simply said no, if you were lucky. If you weren't you'd get a smack in the face, or some worse region, as well.
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Flit seems to look at Olly for a few seconds before responding. "Oh, I see... I can understand that. I am a bard as well, so I can certainly relate that when your instrument is broken, it certainly feels like you are missing a piece of your person..." He turns away from her and walks a few feet before turning around once again. "Best Journeys to you." He says to Olly in Gnomish.
Zella's eyes are still on Darius as he scans the crowd, for what she does not know, but hopes it's not for another female...
"I can be quite elusive myself, but you've managed to find me. Do I need to run from you to maintain your interest in me?" The last is said in an obviously teasing manner as she smiles over at you.
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Seeing Flit wander off Noro decides to follow. It would seem Flit isn't so evil after all. or at least by all outward appearances.
Noro decides that if other visitors to her Sandpoint home won't make him feel welcome that I guess a local will.
besides the best way to keep an eye on a goblin is to, ahhh, keep an...eye..on them? Noro's brilliant wisdom at work again.
So Noro grabs her glass still half full of mead and grabs the plate Flit left behind and hurries to catch up with him.
Flit, Flit she calls to him.
Looks back at Zelladania, "That is not necessary, you've woven your spell to great effect. I doubt that there is much in this world that can pull me away." Then he spots Cyrdak Drokkus. "Aha, there he is. Excuse me my dear, I'll be right back."
Darius makes his way towards Cyrdak Drokkus. Then asks, "Excuse me sir, might I have a word with you?"
Before a blushing Zella can respond to Darius, he gets up and walks away. Wait a minute?! He say's " I doubt that there is much in this world that can pull me away." and then he walks away?? Oh there had better be a good reason for this.
Zella looks after Darius, trying to see where he is going and gives a little sigh of relief that he stops at Drokkus and not at another woman. Okay, I am getting way to jealous already for someone I barely even know. Is that a good sign or a bad sign? I should talk to Olly later...
Flit's eyes widen and you look behind you to see that Father Zantus has taken to the stage, Flit rushes off back to the town center muttering "I forget myself and my duties"
All of you can see that Father Zantus has taken the stage, a few people stop their conversations, but mostly everyone remains talking. A sharp retort, like the crack of distant thunder, slices through the excited crowd as the sun's setting rays paint the western sky. A stray dog that has crawled under a nearby wagon to sleep starts awake. and the buzz of two dozen conversations quickly hushes as all heads turn towards the central podium to the beaming smile of Father Zantus, a thunderstone still in his hands.
He clears his throat, takes a breath to speak, but suddenly a woman's scream slices through the air. A few moments later, another scream rises, then another. Beyond them, a sudden surge of strange new voices rises, high pitched, tittering shrieks that sound not quite human. The crowd parts and something low to the ground races by, giggling with disturbing glee as the stray dog gives a pained yelp and then collapses with a gurgle, its throat cut open from ear to ear. As blood pools around its head, the raucous sound of a strange song begins, chanted from shrill, scratchy voices.
You hear:
Goblins chew and goblins bite,
Goblins cut and goblins fight,
Stab the dog and cut the horse,
Goblins eat and take by force!
Goblins race and goblins jump,
Goblins slash and goblins bump,
Burn the skin and mash the head,
Goblins here and you be dead!
Chase the baby, catch the pup,
Bonk the head to shut it up!
Bones be cracked, flesh be stewed,
We the goblins—you the food!
"Goblins!!" Darius yells to all that will hear. "Everyone, get to somewhere safe!" Almost quicker than the eye can see, the Half-Elf's weapon is drawn, assembled, and ready for action. Should have worn the armor. He thinks to himself.
Olly stares after Flit as he leaves. Goblins have bards?!
She turns to Karas, thoroughly bemused. "I've never had a goblin speak Gnomish to me before. Well, okay, I've never had a goblin speak to me before at all, but in Gnomish seems particularly odd."
She returns to examining the vendors, until things are so rudely interrupted.
"See? See? That's more like what I expect goblins to do!" she says to Karas (or really to anyone who happens to be standing near). "One of them's under that cart!" and she points. "But there must be a lot more of them with that singing!"
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The elf downs the last of his wine, humming a quiet tune to himself as the good father takes the stage. He is slow to react, but eventually the twinkling mirth in his eyes is replaced by a grave expression as he tenses like a bowstring, eyes darting around the crowd as he picks up his walking stick and bows his head to those still seated. "Please excuse me, gentlemen." he says, gently pushing through the crowd to the source of the trouble, answering Olly's cry.
"I'm guessing these aren't Pathfinders as well?" Zella remarks sarcastically as she draws a dagger and stand next to Darius. Of all the freaking days to be wearing nothing but my dance clothes and to not even have my sword with me!
Scanning the crowd for goblins, Zella decides: "I think my safe place will be right next to you Darius."
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Noro finds herself standing in the alley holding a plate of food she looks to the sky.
OK, OK, I get it leave the fanshy talk to others. God, I hate theshe occashions she mutters to herself, as she heads back to the alleyway entrance and stops, leaning against the wall picking at the plate of food she was left with Damn, I am sick of fish she starts thinking to herself, listening to what anouncement there is to made now.
soon she starts to hear the chanting her first thought what an odd performance that one is but soon realizes that is no festival performance. Noro tosses the plate to the ground and scans the area for more of those infernal little monsters cracking her knuckles getting ready for a real brawl.
"Well if your dancing is any indication, you'll be a very hard target to hit." He replies with smile on his face. It's been a while since I had a good fight. Let's see how well they fight.
Goblin attack? Immediately karas drew his spear and Ingir dropped to a crouch. The last time he had seen a fight with goblins was years ago, usually these little blighters didn't move so far up on the plateaus. He just hoped that poor flit wouldn't end up mangled in the confusion, rejection was enough.