"Boony, what's a growler?" Hiccup.
Sillitta Ederus wrote: Sil turns to Elaksynder and whispers out loud, the wine already taking its toll on her small body, "neither, I believe my friend is looking for a boxing match, you know, fisticuffs." Unarmed fighting, then? A noble test, and honorable! If you should watch your father fight, then join you I may!
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Of course
Pours antoher glass
As for the events planned. We will be having a tournament filled with jousts and other feats of strength. We of course will be serving barbeque and cake.
If you wish to handle the setup that is fine.
One glass, den let's git movin'. Eh! You wit da dog, wanna carouse? I 'ere dere's anudder party nearby.
Sil smacks her own face in frustartion at being mistaken for Boony's daughter, then points to her oversized, furry feet. "Halfling."
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Sillitta Ederus wrote: "I'll pass on the meat. I heard a dreadful rumor about it earlier." remembers the halfling meat rumor
I apologize for 'that' happening. I can assure there is nothing wrong wiht our meats. Maybe you would perfer some fruit?
"Well, there's an Andoran party, or more of a meeting really. Lots of talk about revolution and abolition. Lots of business, very little pleasure, assuming you're looking for a party party."
Sillitta Ederus wrote: Sil smacks her own face in frustartion at being mistaken for Boony's daughter, then points to her oversized, furry feet. "Halfling." AH-HA! Apologies abundant, lady - mine hazy guess had been your size was that of a child, for I had averted my gaze as not to offend your family, me being of no noble birth.
Join you, then, I hope to - if Tragedy may accompany, I'll gladly walk the way.
For a moment, Sil allows herself to slip back to a time when she herself was a well-to-do Chelaxian lady, a time before the dreadful debacle at the university, a time before she was transformed into a halfling.
"Yes, yes, I think I will have some fruit, and bring it quickly."
Lazaro wrote: Of course
Pours antoher glass
As for the events planned. We will be having a tournament filled with jousts and other feats of strength. We of course will be serving barbeque and cake.
If you wish to handle the setup that is fine.
Thank you deeply for the wine, yet ...
I know, I am afraid, nothing of what you speak of. I can garden, and make wicker furniture, and I can examine the dead and tend to the sick ... but "joust" cannot make.
Right! Back'ta da garden party den. Hava good'un, ya creepy roasters. Come see da match t'night.
Wot's ya doin' in town wit a dag, my skinny friend?
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Here you are m'lady
Lays a bowl of various fruits by Sil
Lazaro wrote: Sillitta Ederus wrote: "I'll pass on the meat. I heard a dreadful rumor about it earlier." remembers the halfling meat rumor
I apologize for 'that' happening. I can assure there is nothing wrong wiht our meats. Maybe you would perfer some fruit? What’s going on here? Why do the Chel’s keep inviting people to their party and offering them food? I feel like … it’s a trap!
Sil pats the comfortable chair next to her. "Well then my friend, have a seat. I might have been noble by birth, but am certainly noble no longer. Besides, Boony's going to fight the Growler."
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Elaksynder Roarik wrote:
I know, I am afraid, nothing of what you speak of. I can garden, and make wicker furniture, and I can examine the dead and tend to the sick ... but "joust" cannot make. Well, we may very well need your skills than. I predict many a man, or woman may need tending to during the tournament.
Boony Cochran wrote: Right! Back'ta da garden party den. Hava good'un, ya creepy roasters. Come see da match t'night.
Wot's ya doin' in town wit a dag, my skinny friend?
She is Tragedy, a companion most beloved!
... Suspect, I worry, that, in some way, offended some, perhaps, I have? All tongues but that of Shadow and Nidal, so foreign, I hope mad I do not seem!
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Mothman wrote:
What’s going on here? Why do the Chel’s keep inviting people to their party and offering them food? I feel like … it’s a trap! Not a trap my friend. Just a gathering for people to come together and have a little fun.
Elaksynder Roarik wrote: Boony Cochran wrote: Right! Back'ta da garden party den. Hava good'un, ya creepy roasters. Come see da match t'night.
Wot's ya doin' in town wit a dag, my skinny friend?
She is Tragedy, a companion most beloved!
... Suspect, I worry, that, in some way, offended some, perhaps, I have? All tongues but that of Shadow and Nidal, so foreign, I hope mad I do not seem! Dat, I dunno. Aye's gotta 'nuf problems witout tinkin' a udder's no'a'mean?
Sil looks around frantically, having lost site of Boony. "Sweet Erastil, I've got to get out of here, lest I end up in a cage, shipped back to Egorian."
Sil struggles desperately to get out of the way oversized chair, a captive of the intoxicating wine.
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taking a seat and looking at all the guests around he lets out a sight
Hopefully we will have another turnout like this for our next event.
turn his attention to Sil
So my dear can we expect to see you there?
Sillitta Ederus wrote: Sil pats the comfortable chair next to her. "Well then my friend, have a seat. I might have been noble by birth, but am certainly noble no longer. Besides, Boony's going to fight the Growler." A seat, then, gladly I shall take! 'Tis long roads, and miles at sea, since Nisroch - and even THAT city, among family, so teeming did it alien seem!
Fair few friends I've made as yet - still, Cheliax is friend to the Umbral Court, and they, my masters, bid me come, to aid in the finding of Paths, and then bring news of the wide world to their door.
Sil continues to struggle against the wine and the comfy chair, not even realizing that the host is talking to her.
Friend Lazaro, your turn-out I shall always seek to attend!
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Taking Sil by the hand, he helps her from the chair
There we are. I hope to see at our next get-together.
he kisses her hand and goes back to the party
Sil, face buried in the comfy chair, pummels the piece of furniture with small fists and overly large feet. "You'll never take me alive. I'm free...free now...not a slave."
With the help of Lazaro, Sil gathers her wits and struggles to her feet. Stumbling toward the door, she shouts, "I'm free...Escaping...For Andoran."
Sillitta Ederus wrote: Sil, face buried in the comfy chair, pummels the piece of furniture with small fists and overly large feet. "You'll never take me alive. I'm free...free now...not a slave." And leave the comfy chair?
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Elaksynder Roarik wrote: Friend Lazaro, your turn-out I shall always seek to attend! Thank you my friend, but all the credit should not go to me. Radavel helped alot with this as did the others.
Cheers to Radavel! Cheers to Paracountess Dralneen for my transfer!
"Andoran!" Sil cheers again as she runs into wall immediately adjacent to the exit, collapsing unconcious.
in Infernal: An escaped slave - unexpected turn of events.
Lazaro wrote: Cheers to Paracountess Dralneen for my transfer! Cheers, indeed - her beauty surpassing all but wisdom!
Unconcious, Sil is plagued by nightmares in which she is chastened by devils and her own sister, a Chelaxian summoner.
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Sillitta Ederus wrote: "Andoran!" Sil cheers again as she runs into wall immediately adjacent to the exit, collapsing unconcious. Picking up the unconcious he moves her back to her seat.
She should have looked before ran.
he goes to get her a cool rag.
Elaksynder, please look after my guest.
Sillitta Ederus wrote: Unconcious, Sil is plagued by nightmares in which she is chastened by devils and her own sister, a Chelaxian summoner. This one - collapsed! A gesture of kindness, perhaps it would be, to return her to her friends?
<examines her head>
< Picks up Sil and runs out of the room with her slung over shoulder >
"FREEDOM!"
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Mothman wrote: < Picks up Sil and runs out of the room with her slung over shoulder >
"FREEDOM!"
It's alright my friend. She's fine. At the bery least apply this to her head.
Hands Mothman a cool, wet washcloth
Mothman wrote: < Picks up Sil and runs out of the room with her slung over shoulder >
"FREEDOM!"
Ah, well - more concern!
in Infernal: Tragedy, follow the girl. Quickly!
Sil awakes, horrified to find herself slung over the shoulder of a running man. "Put me down you Chelaxian cur," she cries, pounding on the man's back.
OOC This has quickly become surprisingly interesting.
Lazaro wrote: Mothman wrote: < Picks up Sil and runs out of the room with her slung over shoulder >
"FREEDOM!"
It's alright my friend. She's fine. At the bery least apply this to her head.
Hands Mothman a cool, wet washcloth < Stops running, rather embarrased that no one is trying to stop him, and in fact seem to be helping. >
Um ... thanks.
<Takes cloth and walks out of room. >
"freedom..."
Sillitta Ederus wrote: Sil awakes, horrified to find herself slung over the shoulder of a running man. "Put me down you Chelaxian cur," she cries, pounding on the man's back. "Don't let this horrific moth-mask confuse you lass - I'm not a Chel, I am Andoran!"
Sil stops pounding on Mothman and allows herself to be lowered to te ground, taking the washcloth with a word of "thanks."
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This has turned into quite the evening.
thatboomerkid wrote: Mothman wrote: < Picks up Sil and runs out of the room with her slung over shoulder >
"FREEDOM!"
Ah, well - more concern!
in Infernal: Tragedy, follow the girl. Quickly! It's alright my friend that's not necessary.
Sil tries to focus on the moth mask, but her vision is still blurred by the nutty Egorian wine. Overwhelmed, she stretches out on the ground and covers her eyes with teh damp cloth. "Just need to sleep."
OOC very cool how you guys are all chatty and helpful when speaking Common, but downright creepy when you speak Infernal. I love it.
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Sillitta Ederus wrote: Sil tries to focus on the moth mask, but her vision is still blurred by the nutty Egorian wine. Overwhelmed, she stretches out on the ground and covers her eyes with teh damp cloth. "Just need to sleep." looks to Mothman
I could offer her a room for the night. But I think it'd be better for you to take her home.
he whispers in her ear, in Infernal...
Sleep well
OOC Are any of you guys on now going to be at Gen Con?
Nods warily. “Yes, I think that would be best.”
To Sil: “Can you walk lass? It would be best if they see you standing proud, and walking out on your own two feet – here, lean on me.”
Sillitta Ederus wrote: OOC Are any of you guys on now going to be at Gen Con? 'Fraid not ... wrong side of the world for me.
Sil struggles to her feet and staggers toward the door, the damp cloth still atop her head. Sil raises a clenched fist as she stumbles out of the building and shouts, "For Andoran! For freedom!" just before puking on her feet. "Damn Egorian wine."
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