The wind blows chilly air throughout the festival. It's a sunny day and there's music from all corners of the great capital of Telthen. People cheering at performers and kids running around, parents close behind. The meeting is about to start and as they wait the Queen's and Kings stand at the large entrance of Julden's castle.
Nolla moves through the streets, her cloak open and her auburn hair fluttering in the air. She enjoys the sights and sounds of the festival, and has been enjoying her time so far. As she moves shadows seem to swirl around her though, but is put down to a trick of the eye by most. She moves on to a new stall, in town to enjoy the festival.
Alexis walks down one of the main thoroughfares and views all of the passersby. To people looking at him, Alexis appears to be a tall human with reddish brown hair and bright green eyes. He is wearing someone fancy clothes, but appears a little bothered. His favorite lyre had been destroyed a week ago by a large orcish man Alexis owed a bit of money to. Alexis likes to believe he is good at playing cards, but unfortunately that is not the case. Luckily he can often charm his way out of trouble... This time was not one of those.
Alexis looks around to see if he could find a place to procure a new lyre before the end of the festival. He is itching to play some music and this is one of the biggest events he has been at.
With so many people out and about enjoying the festivities, the red-skinned tiefling went hardly noticed. This was a perfect opportunity to pick the pockets of the festival-goers. After having made a neat little profit, he started to make his way toward the meeting’s location.
(OoC: I was thinking that my starting gold could be the cumulative money Mavros robbed during the festival. If it’s no good I can roll, if you want)
Zerxius goes through the crowd inconspicuously taking in everything. His head slightly covered by the cowl of his black and grey cloak. The new seeker moves towards a good vantage point of the meeting. After all history may happen and must be recorded
Dalnir, a particularly stout dwarf just a few inches shy of 5 foot, is busy perusing the wares of some of the rare merchants that set up shop for the festival. He is wearing a brown cloak that goes down to his ankles, with common clothes underneath, and an amber pendant hanging around his neck. He has a long, black beard, brown eyes, and well tanned skin. As he glances around, he sees the group gathering around Julden’s Castle, and realizes it must be time for the meeting. He finishes up browsing a merchant’s goods, bids them a good day, and turns towards the castle. He joins any other dwarves waiting near the castle, if there are any.
ooc: sorry guys got carried away at work haha! Usually it's not this crazy. And that's fine Savage :D
The music continued to play a moment more before quieting down and trumpets blared. The crowd grew quieter and quieter before the castle doors open and King Julden stepped out. Cheers began at the sight of the handsome young elf. After a moment of cheering he put his arms up to science everyone.
Once the crowd was quiet again, Queen Delarin stepped forward. "Greetings citizens of Ethvar! We welcome you to the festival of peace." She glanced across the crowd. "We are now going to start the meeting."
Each of the royal members stepped forward in a line and began to say an oath:
"For Ethvar we serve for you. God and Goddess Ather and Velthyr. To protect us. To keep us at peace. Away from Helveyr and hidden away we agree to be free from his distruction among each other as friends." They sang in unison.
The crowd blew up in cheer and screams of excitement. And after each speech the festival began again! The market opened back up and the music started once again.
A recent local to Telthen, Axel was told about the festival coming up and that he should get out to enjoy the festivities. The Kenku wanders seemingly aimless through the crowd wearing scale mail with a satchel thrown over his shoulder and hangs on the opposite side. He has a shield secured on his back that displays the symbol of his deity and small quiver and crossbow tucked away under the shield. He has a small cowl that comes up from the armor and hugs to the back of his head.
From beneath the cowl is a stubby beak reaching out to about his forearm's length at somewhat close inspection the beak has a white line the goes down the right side. His dark eyes glisten as he wanders through the crowd and his feathers reflect a dull blue in the sunlight. His nonhuman feet leaving a different trail on the path.
Jalin walks toward the crowd head down, growling at any children who stray too close. Looking around for pickpocketers, he pushes through the crowd, trying to get a view. Deep down he is actually starting to enjoy himself. For the first time in many years.
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Five percent of the people think; ten percent of the people think they think; and the other eighty-five percent would rather die than think.
An intelligent man believes only half of what he hears, a wise man knows which half. (Even Esar)
Don't wait for the perfect moment to strike, strike in the current moment and make it perfect. (William Yeats)
STATUS: Personal Problems, will not be active for a few days.
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Alexis spends much of the early day searching for a decent music merchant. Eventually he meets a tiny gnome who has just what he is looking for. After haggling for some time, Alexis walks away with the lyre that caught his eye. Pleased with his purchase he made his way to the square where the ceremony was being held. Being of noble descent, Alexis felt he should be towards the front of the crowd, and pushed his way there. He arrived towards the front just as the oaths were sworn. With the festivities in full swing, Alexis finds a place to sit and begins playing some music. (Performance 25)
As Jalin walks by the skilled musician, feeling better than he has in years, tosses a GP into the lyre player's lap. And sits down to listen, and to take his mind off his worries. He must be clear thinking when the games start.
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Five percent of the people think; ten percent of the people think they think; and the other eighty-five percent would rather die than think.
An intelligent man believes only half of what he hears, a wise man knows which half. (Even Esar)
Don't wait for the perfect moment to strike, strike in the current moment and make it perfect. (William Yeats)
STATUS: Personal Problems, will not be active for a few days.
The highborn's speeches were great and all, but it was now time to return to where the crowds and the coins were. On his way out, he started hearing the sound of some beautiful melody. Turning around, he noticed the minstrel playing his lute and felt drawn by the music.
Dalnir begins to return to his search for any trinkets that catch his eye, as he hears the music from the lyre playing. Typically, the only songs Dalnir cares about are war ballads and the like, yet the talent of this musician still isn’t lost on him. As he browses the market, he keeps in mind that he should go see who is producing the music once he has found what he’s looking for. (Should I make a perception or investigation check to see if I find anything that catches my eye?)
(Also, was the first roll of the game a nat 20? That’s a good sign, let’s hope the good luck stays)
Nolla moved from stall to stall, pausing only when the royals made their speeches. She kept her usual desire to pocket a few of the trinkets she saw, as well as some very tempting coin purses, from being acted on, though it was hard when so many easy targets presented themselves. After checking a few more of the stalls, she moved over to where a musician was playing a lute and decided she would stay and listen for a bit, enjoying the sounds as she took a moment to catch her breath.
As the festivities continue into dusk, most of the crowds grew thinner. Markets were still open for another few hours and some of the games started their transformation to the night games. There were some men handing out flyers in different parts of the festival.
The flyer reads as follows: "Hello traveler! Ever wanted to kill a dragon of your very own? Well here's your chance at this very festival! Head to the large red tent right outside the festival walls and get signed up for your chance to slay a real dragon!"
The man looks at Nolla and smirks, "You wouldn't be able to stand against a dragon, why don't you give that back.."
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The wind blows chilly air throughout the festival. It's a sunny day and there's music from all corners of the great capital of Telthen. People cheering at performers and kids running around, parents close behind. The meeting is about to start and as they wait the Queen's and Kings stand at the large entrance of Julden's castle.
Jalin walks into the festival, a dark hood pulled over his face, a long cloak trailing behind him. He's looking for a weapon dealer...
Five percent of the people think; ten percent of the people think they think; and the other eighty-five percent would rather die than think.
An intelligent man believes only half of what he hears, a wise man knows which half. (Even Esar)
Don't wait for the perfect moment to strike, strike in the current moment and make it perfect. (William Yeats)
STATUS: Personal Problems, will not be active for a few days.
Extended Signature
Nolla moves through the streets, her cloak open and her auburn hair fluttering in the air. She enjoys the sights and sounds of the festival, and has been enjoying her time so far. As she moves shadows seem to swirl around her though, but is put down to a trick of the eye by most. She moves on to a new stall, in town to enjoy the festival.
Alexis walks down one of the main thoroughfares and views all of the passersby. To people looking at him, Alexis appears to be a tall human with reddish brown hair and bright green eyes. He is wearing someone fancy clothes, but appears a little bothered. His favorite lyre had been destroyed a week ago by a large orcish man Alexis owed a bit of money to. Alexis likes to believe he is good at playing cards, but unfortunately that is not the case. Luckily he can often charm his way out of trouble... This time was not one of those.
Alexis looks around to see if he could find a place to procure a new lyre before the end of the festival. He is itching to play some music and this is one of the biggest events he has been at.
With so many people out and about enjoying the festivities, the red-skinned tiefling went hardly noticed. This was a perfect opportunity to pick the pockets of the festival-goers. After having made a neat little profit, he started to make his way toward the meeting’s location.
(OoC: I was thinking that my starting gold could be the cumulative money Mavros robbed during the festival. If it’s no good I can roll, if you want)
Zerxius goes through the crowd inconspicuously taking in everything. His head slightly covered by the cowl of his black and grey cloak. The new seeker moves towards a good vantage point of the meeting. After all history may happen and must be recorded
Laissez les bons temps rouler
Dalnir, a particularly stout dwarf just a few inches shy of 5 foot, is busy perusing the wares of some of the rare merchants that set up shop for the festival. He is wearing a brown cloak that goes down to his ankles, with common clothes underneath, and an amber pendant hanging around his neck. He has a long, black beard, brown eyes, and well tanned skin. As he glances around, he sees the group gathering around Julden’s Castle, and realizes it must be time for the meeting. He finishes up browsing a merchant’s goods, bids them a good day, and turns towards the castle. He joins any other dwarves waiting near the castle, if there are any.
ooc: sorry guys got carried away at work haha! Usually it's not this crazy. And that's fine Savage :D
The music continued to play a moment more before quieting down and trumpets blared. The crowd grew quieter and quieter before the castle doors open and King Julden stepped out. Cheers began at the sight of the handsome young elf. After a moment of cheering he put his arms up to science everyone.
Once the crowd was quiet again, Queen Delarin stepped forward. "Greetings citizens of Ethvar! We welcome you to the festival of peace." She glanced across the crowd. "We are now going to start the meeting."
Each of the royal members stepped forward in a line and began to say an oath:
"For Ethvar we serve for you. God and Goddess Ather and Velthyr. To protect us. To keep us at peace. Away from Helveyr and hidden away we agree to be free from his distruction among each other as friends." They sang in unison.
The crowd blew up in cheer and screams of excitement. And after each speech the festival began again! The market opened back up and the music started once again.
A recent local to Telthen, Axel was told about the festival coming up and that he should get out to enjoy the festivities. The Kenku wanders seemingly aimless through the crowd wearing scale mail with a satchel thrown over his shoulder and hangs on the opposite side. He has a shield secured on his back that displays the symbol of his deity and small quiver and crossbow tucked away under the shield. He has a small cowl that comes up from the armor and hugs to the back of his head.
From beneath the cowl is a stubby beak reaching out to about his forearm's length at somewhat close inspection the beak has a white line the goes down the right side. His dark eyes glisten as he wanders through the crowd and his feathers reflect a dull blue in the sunlight. His nonhuman feet leaving a different trail on the path.
Jalin walks toward the crowd head down, growling at any children who stray too close. Looking around for pickpocketers, he pushes through the crowd, trying to get a view. Deep down he is actually starting to enjoy himself. For the first time in many years.
Five percent of the people think; ten percent of the people think they think; and the other eighty-five percent would rather die than think.
An intelligent man believes only half of what he hears, a wise man knows which half. (Even Esar)
Don't wait for the perfect moment to strike, strike in the current moment and make it perfect. (William Yeats)
STATUS: Personal Problems, will not be active for a few days.
Extended Signature
somewhat disappointed at the "usual" speeches Zerxius begins wandering through the festival
Laissez les bons temps rouler
Alexis spends much of the early day searching for a decent music merchant. Eventually he meets a tiny gnome who has just what he is looking for. After haggling for some time, Alexis walks away with the lyre that caught his eye. Pleased with his purchase he made his way to the square where the ceremony was being held. Being of noble descent, Alexis felt he should be towards the front of the crowd, and pushed his way there. He arrived towards the front just as the oaths were sworn. With the festivities in full swing, Alexis finds a place to sit and begins playing some music. (Performance 25)
Hearing some new music Zerxius stops and watches
Laissez les bons temps rouler
As Jalin walks by the skilled musician, feeling better than he has in years, tosses a GP into the lyre player's lap. And sits down to listen, and to take his mind off his worries. He must be clear thinking when the games start.
Five percent of the people think; ten percent of the people think they think; and the other eighty-five percent would rather die than think.
An intelligent man believes only half of what he hears, a wise man knows which half. (Even Esar)
Don't wait for the perfect moment to strike, strike in the current moment and make it perfect. (William Yeats)
STATUS: Personal Problems, will not be active for a few days.
Extended Signature
The highborn's speeches were great and all, but it was now time to return to where the crowds and the coins were. On his way out, he started hearing the sound of some beautiful melody. Turning around, he noticed the minstrel playing his lute and felt drawn by the music.
Dalnir begins to return to his search for any trinkets that catch his eye, as he hears the music from the lyre playing. Typically, the only songs Dalnir cares about are war ballads and the like, yet the talent of this musician still isn’t lost on him. As he browses the market, he keeps in mind that he should go see who is producing the music once he has found what he’s looking for.
(Should I make a perception or investigation check to see if I find anything that catches my eye?)
(Also, was the first roll of the game a nat 20? That’s a good sign, let’s hope the good luck stays)
Nolla moved from stall to stall, pausing only when the royals made their speeches. She kept her usual desire to pocket a few of the trinkets she saw, as well as some very tempting coin purses, from being acted on, though it was hard when so many easy targets presented themselves. After checking a few more of the stalls, she moved over to where a musician was playing a lute and decided she would stay and listen for a bit, enjoying the sounds as she took a moment to catch her breath.
((ooc you're welcome to Spider! c: ))
As the festivities continue into dusk, most of the crowds grew thinner. Markets were still open for another few hours and some of the games started their transformation to the night games. There were some men handing out flyers in different parts of the festival.
Nolla takes one of the flyers being handed out and looks it over.
The flyer reads as follows: "Hello traveler! Ever wanted to kill a dragon of your very own? Well here's your chance at this very festival! Head to the large red tent right outside the festival walls and get signed up for your chance to slay a real dragon!"
The man looks at Nolla and smirks, "You wouldn't be able to stand against a dragon, why don't you give that back.."