Fela mumbles to Father Zantus, "The city guards found this problem but didn't investigate? Are these greenhorns or are have they been too long on the city watch and grown lazy?"
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Fela's confidence soars as she leaves The Hagfish with several promising customers. She makes a note to head over to Madam Mvashti's when she gets a chance and makes her way over to the Town Hall.
"I'll meet you guys over there." Fela heads out of the Rusty Dragon to see if she can start drumming up some business.
Then Fela heads over to the Town Hall.
Fela watches Foxglove leave. Curses. I mean, I wanted attention, but not THAT kind of attention. "Yeah, we'll be over for the meeting."
Fela walks back in to the Rusty Dragon seeing the group of recent heroes of the town gathered around a table along with the creepy gentleman from yesterday. Great...Let's see. Who appears the most harmless? Ah yes... Fela walks up to the group, sinking the snake back into ink, and wraps her arms around Eydor, giving him an obvious wink, whispering to him.
That's... A new way to have a familiar with you I've never seen. Interesting one. Can all of your tatoos do the same? "No. At least not yet. I'm working on that, though."
"Fela! Look out! A serpent!" he cries out. "Oh don't worry, darlin'," she says rubbing the top of his head. "I'm more likely to bite you then he is." Fela winks at Harness. "Which does remind me. I should probably take Tac out for a a quick stroll to find himself something to eat." "That is one very life-like tattoo Fela." Elery says peeringnat the snake curiously. "Oh, thanks!" Fela replies. Then staring down at her arm, realizes she meant the snake. "Well...he's not bad either, I guess." She heads outside looking down side streets and alleys for any rodents or similar creatures for the snake to eat and then makes her way back to the Rusty Dragon.
Fela comes down from her room, attempting to shake herself sober. "Perhaps just one more drink to set me straight," she says, not intending it to be out loud. "I agree, Tac, a bit more venom might be helpful," she says, as a tattoo of a viper turns scaly and then slowly protrudes from her skin, coiling itself around Fela's forearm.
"Seems the worse is over. Ameiko owns the Rusty Dragon Inn here in town right down the main street, for you travelers. There will probably be work for us after all the damage those goblins caused. Will you all be coming to help as well? If so, we can meet up at the Rusty Dragon and arrive together." "Sounds good. I think I'm going to get a head start over there now. I could use a quick drink to reset the senses. Name's Fela by the way, to those I've not met yet. Good to see you here today. You lot do some nice work," she says eyeing one of the remaining goblins still lying dead in the street.
Fela looks at Eydor, and motioning toward where Elery is heading says, "Come on. We can walk and talk at the same time."
Fela tries to pull her hand from Alderan's grasp.
Fela strides across the platform, firing another ray of frost, this time at the goblin. Come on, Fela, Puncture the skin!
Fela runs up the steps, back onto the platform and fires another ray of frost at the goblin's mount.
Allowing herself to cool down, Fela refocuses herself and moves up behind the hulking brute, pointing a finger at the rat-dog-thing the goblin is riding.
Anger and rage swell inside Fela, and she lets it course through her, as she steps to the side of the man fighting beside her and sends all of her anger out of her hands in searing cone of flame goblin-ward. "Here! You like fire, eat this!"
Fela lets out an exhaustive sigh, running back across the other side of the market square. "Blood and mumbling ashes!" Elery mutters.
Frustrated with herself, Fela drops the crossbow.
More? Where are all these goblins coming from? Fela rushes toward one of the tents in the market, getting a better line of site on the two goblins in the back and pulls the trigger of her crossbow one more time.
Fela hops down from the platform and heads to the others in the town center that were just now fighting the goblins. Lotta good this thing did me, Fela thinks as she reloads her crossbow.Better stick with these lot in case there are any more of the varmints around.
Fela scrambles to reload another bolt into her crossbow.
She shrugs and clicks the trigger, firing it a bolt at the nearest goblin.
Fela winces. Yeah. Not the same thing at all
Fela rushes toward the platform and quickly ascends the stairs, tries to steady herself and lets a bolt fly at the goblin lighting the wagon on fire.
Fela stares at the dead dog, horrified at what could have been the cause of this. Stunned, she stands frozen in place as she drops the vouchers for her shop, several of which scatter and swirl in the wind of the market, adding a visual aesthetic to the chaos in the market. Fela shakes her head to wake herself from her daze and pulls her crossbow out from her back loading a bolt, scanning frantically for the perpetrator(s). Get a grip, Fela!
Moving towards Fela, she gives a slight smile as she takes a voucher, "Do you tattoo holy symbols? Stags? I am Elery by the way, is it you doing the, ah, is it inking?" Fela smiles, handing the voucher over. "Sure, I can ink just about anything, given enough time and materials. The art and the ability certainly wouldn't be shortcoming. Swing by some time. And yes, it's just me so far, so I would be doing it. The name's Fela. Good to meet you, Elery. So, I take it you follow Old Deadeye?"
Here we go. The strong and athletic - and even more so those that think they are – are the ones who I probably patron most. This might be the perfect spot to start my clientele in Sandpoint. Fela positions herself between the arm wrestling and archery competitions, and cries out of the gathering and those coming and going. “Get your vouchers, here! Half off for the first ink job at Inkmaster Fela’s!”
Fela strides over to her place for the Swallowtail festival, her serpent coiling around left arm.
She takes her place among the fellow Desnan followers, happy to be able to take part in the festival, as one of those responsible for releasing the butterlies. Starting to zone out to the dialogue, her interest rekindles when Father Zantus speaks, though his words are far from invigorating. Fela joins in the festivities, more as an observer than an active participant, and notices a pretty young woman with blazing red hair pixie like features and green eyes dressed like a woodsman. Is she a fey? No, can’t be. Still though…” Her curiosity draws her to follow her as she heads toward the shouting half-elf at the archery contest.
I'm from Boston.
So who has completed backstories now so far? Elery, Girnt, Fela, Anyone else?
@GM: Sorry took so long. I think I lost everything like 3 times, and just got so angry. Let me know what you think. Backstory: Raised with a caravan of Varisian troupers, Fela grew up accustomed to always being on the move, always seeing new faces, and always performing, whether on the stage or on the streets. The time was free and fun, and her favorite memories are all of the stories she would hear or be a part of along the way. One night near the Sanos Forest, an event that Fela was unaware of changed her life entirely. During a wild night by the fire, after she had gone to sleep her father and others began to play their instruments, and they played so well, that they drew Fey from the forest to dance for them. In the passion of the moment, Fela’s father went off with one of them. When he returned, all his belongings were left in a bag by his mother. Eventually, Fela and mother fought too much without dad to play the peacemaker, and she was sent off to Magnimar to study under a wizard at Golemworks, Inc. The employment proved short lived, as the Fela was far too passionate to study under the iron handed teacher. But while in Magnimar, she fell in love with the city, the people in it, and even its rich history, ever longing to brand her own story in history that many troupers would tell around a fire, and perhaps even perform in theaters. For now, she has to make a living, so she’s recently moved to Saindpoint, in attempt to find some work. Fela figures, if she can’t imprint her story on mankind, at least she could brand them with ink. |