After the Nothmen and Wesh finish ther "one for the road", Dieredon leads them to the Festival of Plenty in search of the beautiful Elf and the Sect of Sixty. He calls over his shoulder to Mallus.
Mallus, Wesh and I have already paid for our room, and we will need two more rooms for tonight. Countless and Bjorn, would you care to pay for your room? Here is an extra 8 gold for the the ladies room for tonight?
Bjorn waves away Dieredon's money. 'Hún vilja ekki vera þröng hana eiga herbergi. Eins og fyrir lítill einn, hún vilja sennilega endir upp svefn hvar hana úlfur ends upp.' He pays the innkeeper for another room.
Menacingly he thrusts his finger into the man's chest. 'Hafa a aðgát þessi there vera raunverulegur kjöt hvenær ÉG koma aftur eða það er þú hver vilja ferðast í the spýta í kvöld.' So saying, he walks on after the alfur.
Hún vilja ekki vera þröng hana eiga herbergi. Eins og fyrir lítill einn, hún vilja sennilega endir upp svefn hvar hana úlfur ends upp = She will not be needing her own room. As for the little one, she will probably end up sleeping wherever her wolf ends up.
Hafa a aðgát þessi there vera raunverulegur kjöt hvenær ÉG koma aftur eða það er þú hver vilja ferðast í the spýta í kvöld. = Have a care that there be real meat when I return or it is you who will ride the spit tonight.
@Bjorn:How about you tell me what you just said in common? The room needs paid for, and I do not speak your language. The women must have their room secured for the evening as they seem to have forgotten in their haste to shop.
As they walk out Skane smiles at Dieredon, waving him to leave it be...
"Friend alfur, the Great Bear of the North speaks the Common tongue only when blessed to do so... what he said in Skald is that the women need not worry about a place to sleep tonight. He believes little Bet will yearn for the outdoors and her wolf, while Rianna will seek his furs..." he utters with a wink.
Skane's drunked demeanor immediately subsides as they exit the inn, replaced with his usual hardened expression.
Dieredon stares at Bjorn, but speaks to Countless.
Well, isn't that convenient for him? Please inform Bjorn that he will be responsible tonight when we return if the ladies do not have a room and Rianna does not wish to share his furs.
He turns on his heel and leads the way to the Festival of Plenty.
Skane smiles knowingly at Dieredon's skepticism, and bids then continue on throught the streets;
"So friend alfur...where are we head... and who are these "Sect of Sixty" you spoke of... they sound ominous..."
Perception check on the festival crowd [still mindful of Aleph's warning of enemies made]:
A small sign proudly announces this unlikely attraction as "The Pit". As you walk by, a red sashed guard leads a bound man at the pit's edge and drops him in. Eager cheers arise from the crowd and an assortment of rotten fruit is pelted towards the hapless man. Red sashed guards watch carefully at the items thrown in and one stops an excited onlooker from throwing a measurable rock in.
Soon, arrive at small worn gypsy wagon, painted at the side boldly exclaims "Madame Nibong, Farseer".
Red sashed guards make themselves ever noticeable, a gentle reminder to revelers not go too overboard. An busy red tent located at the festival entrance with guards going in and out seem to be the main recruiting point for the festival guards.
Wesh speaks and says "I do not know much about this sect of the sixty either they seem to be mostly making parties." Wesh noticing Skane looking around says "Skane did you see anything?"
Dieredon scans the area of guard recruitment for the beautiful elf as he answers Countless.
Perception:
I know nothing of the Sect of Sixty, but I will work for them if the money is good.
Skane keeps aware as they approach the red recruitment tent, but answers Wesh;
"Núll much Wesh... plenty of gleðja... "gladness" and excess... Some of the red-sashed guards acknowledged me, but whether that is recognition of Northmen reputation or something more I cannot say."
Acknowledging Sieredon's words Skane nods as he appreciates some of the serving wenches charms;
"Aye alfur, I do wonder if it would be better to be part of the festival than guard it? Har! But coin is good..."
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Betony looks confused. "Rianna, if you read the cards, why do you want to go get someone else read to the cards? Read, right? Not play, you read the read the cards."
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Rianna looks at Betony with a smile on her lips. "You are correct. I read the cards." Rianna thinks thoughtfully for a moment. "Well, there are two reasons I want to stop by. First, I am looking for a finely crafted Harrow deck. One that might even be blessed by Pharasma. Second, when it comes to reading the cards for oneself. Your own emotions and desires can muddy the reading. It is better to have someone else read your future for you."
Rianna looks up at the door to the wagon at the sound of Madame Nibong's voice. "Shall we see what the future holds..." Rianna takes a deep breath "...for all of us?" With that Rianna enters the gypsy wagon.
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We thank you Salian, please lead the way.
Dieredon makes a sweeping motion with his hand, and gestures with a nod of his head to the Northmen and Wesh to follow inside.
Wesh simply nods and follows Salian.
Skane warily follows, though he makes it seem like he is alot drunker than he really is; swaying slightly and looking in his cups.
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Rianna cups her hands together in front of her and slowly wafts the smoke from the incense over her body as she enters the carriage, reciting a Varisian prayer of welcome and friendship as she enters. Rianna softly glides to the low table and sits down cross-legged opposite the elder gypsy. She looks into the eyes of the gypsy and speaks in Varisian with conviction, "Binecuvântări Elder. Eu vin caută viitorul meu şi să înveţe cum să citească cu adevărat dincolo de voaluri însăşi. Învaţă-mă mai mare, pentru a mă supun cu umilinţă să mă învăţăturile tale." Rianna holds her hands out in front of her and bows her head.
Bjorn looks around at all of the people and booths as they traipse through the festival. He follows Skane into the tent, shaking his head at his fellow northman's weak constitution. Keeping his scythe in both hands, he maintains a careful watch on their surroundings.
Wesh also curious like he noramlly is tries to see if Skane is acting. Wesh then continues to follow to find someting interesting. Wesh seems to think give out a sigh and has a nostalgic smile on his face.
The big Northman scans the room to see how he is being perceived;
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Skane smiles inwardly as he catches his fellow Northman's disdainful look and Wesh's perceptive glance.
He winks slyly at Wesh letting him know all is well and just play along;
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Dieredon faces Salian.
So, Salian, what kind of work is available? What are the terms of payment? Also, there are two others in our group that may also want to share in the employment opportunity, would that be possible?
The warrior may bring her pet in with her, if she desires. Now, read and being read are the two faces of a coin. And you wish for to see both at once? Very well, so it is.
She produces a worn harrow deck from the slips of her robe. Beckoning Rianna to take a card from a set of twelve offered, she casually takes a look before shuffling and spreading the cards in practiced flourish.
You have taken on a new job in the past that comes associated with new comrades and companionship although you think they may be charmed into docility, sometimes a pure show of ability may be needed to do so. However your efforts may be hampered by forces arising from authority.
She smiles, evidently seen in her eyes as she completes her reading.
As for your future, an encounter with one with a mind beyond your understanding is written to happen.
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Rianna looks to her companions, "What do you think about the reading? Any ideas to what it means?"
Recruitment Tent
Diredon motions to the others to join him outside of the tent. Just outside, he gathers them in close.
I think that patroling the festival will be much less fun and not quite as profitable as I thought. I am of a mind to decline the job, enjoy the festival tonight as a patron, and try to drum up some work of a more profitable and worthwhile nature elsewehre. Plus, I do not think that we will be able to avoid killing if something were to occur. Thoughts?
Bjorn nodding his head at Dierdon's words, hefts his scythe, telling the group, 'Minn orf eini verksmiðja einn vegur.'
Minn orf eini verksmiðja einn vegur = My scythe only works one way.
Skane narrows his eyes and nods slowly... "Aye. On all counts. The coin is not enough, nor the deed worthy of our blades. Indeed friends let us enjoy the festival and seek other opportunities nei?"
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Dieredon quickly sticks his head back into the tent.
Salian, thank you for the opportunity, but my comrades and I respectfully decline.
Dieredon begins to walk slowly around the festival, taking everything in, looking for the ladies and a Composite Stregth Bow to his liking.
I am still not sure what I will spend my coin on at least you have decision."
Da Boyz
Skane walks and listens to the alfur and prestur debate on their course of action before commenting to his fellow Northman:
"Vopn mektarmaður af okkar snertið ekki vilja vera erfiður til finna bróðir. Við öxl leita að til próf báðir baráttuhugur og málmur af Deeptowns smiður nei?"
Vopn mektarmaður af okkar snertið ekki vilja vera erfiður til finna bróðir. Við öxl leita að til próf báðir baráttuhugur og málmur af Deeptowns smiður nei? = Weapons worthy of our hands will be difficult to find brother. We should seek to test both mettle and metal of Deeptowns smiths no?
Gesturing to the pamphlet map, Dieredon points to thye Bazaar area to the North and says,
Gentlemen, I need to stop at that Bazaar for a moment to search out a new bow. Would you like to join me briefely, or can I catch up with you at one of the festival events in a few?
Skane smiles at his fellow Northman:
"A skot af drykkur hljóð mektarmaður af okkar fortittudes ha? Hvenær við vinna við geta innkaup eins og konungstign nei?"
Slapping the Great Bear on the shoulder the scarred Northman points East...
A skot af drykkur hljóð mektarmaður af okkar fortittudes ha? Hvenær við vinna við geta innkaup eins og konungstign nei? = A shot of drink sounds worthy of our fortittudes eh? When we win we can purchase like kings nei?
Turning to Dieredon, a surprisingly coherent Skane mutters:
"You will find me East friend alfur... enjoying the festival. Good hunting for the bow."
With that the burly merc walks purposefully East, beckoning for any others to follow...
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Rianna contemplates the elder gypsy's words. Looking at her companions for some guidance, she then closes her eyes and whispers a prayer to Pharasma, asking for guidance. Rianna waits patiently for a sign from her goddess, sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed. After a couple of minutes of quiet contemplation, for a moment, Rianna thinks she hears a soft whisper in her ear, "Yea." She then responds to elder gypsy's question. "I accept. It will be a delight to receive Pharasma's blessing of a Harrow deck. What is the favor you wish for me to do?"
Upon hearing the alfur's cautionary words as he wanders East, Skane spins around towards him grinning and shouting through the festival throng;
"Har! Stay out of trouble?! I'm a Northman alfur! I AM trouble! Har-har-har!"
He waves towards the departing elf and heads East towards "A Shot of Drink"...
Bjorn looks at Skane and nods at his words. 'Já , láta okkur fara og sýning hátíð hvernig sannur mannskapur halda hátíðlegan! He smiles and hits Skane in the shoulder. Two of his strides bring him back abreast of his fellow viking as they head off.
Wesh smiles at the I am trouble comment then slowly start wandering around looking for anything of interest.
Wesh while he is walking begins to mumble to himself [b]"healing wand useful..." and then cuts off realizing he is saying that out loud.
Please join me Wesh, and we can catch up to the Northmen after you and I see if we can pick up a few items.
The two Northmen stride Eastward towards the aforementioned contest... while not outright belligerent they bull their way through the crowd; two well armed, very large vikings...
Skane mutters to his shieldbrother as they stride:
"A drykkur keppni? Har! Við Norður- það að vera sonur vilja tómur þeirra kegs , brot þeirra women og ef þörf blautur okkar blað á þessir suður- hvolpur!"
A drykkur keppni? Har! Við Norður- það að vera sonur vilja tómur þeirra kegs , brot þeirra women og ef þörf blautur okkar blað á þessir suður- hvolpur! = A drinking contest? Har! We Northern sons will empty their kegs, break their women and if needbe wet our blades on these southern whelps!
Although quite a large of spectators have gathered round to watch the game, the number of contestants is currently 8. An attendant describes the rules. Be the last one standing! Go down after or taking a shot! Entrance fee only 5 gold pieces.
A lot of betting is going on in the side, handled by an official in red.
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Skane nudges his fellow Northman and passes him the note;
"Virðast okkar rauður snertið ekki og skarpur blað ert í krafa bróðir! Góður fyrirboði!" he exclaims as he waits for the giant to read before taking the note back and placing it in his belt-pouch.
Grinning wolfishly the scarred mercenary extols to his shieldbrother: "Nú láta okkur próf Suður- baráttuhugur þangað til við tveir ert vinstri! Þá við munu róa það á milli víkingur!"
Skane strides up to the official;
"Evening old man. We are Northmen come to win your contest. I am Skane Ingvarssonn; "Countless" of birth, boast and battle. He is the Great Bear of the North: Bjorn Helsingrson. Here is our gold."
Skane hands the official his and Bjorn's entry fee and balefully stares him whilst down awaiting instructions...
Virðast okkar rauður snertið ekki og skarpur blað ert í krafa bróðir! Góður fyrirboði! = Seems our red hands and sharp blades are in demand brother! Good omens!
Nú láta okkur próf Suður- baráttuhugur þangað til við tveir ert vinstri! Þá við munu róa það á milli víkingur!