Brain catches up next to Hew, chewing on a bite of apple, sees the woman eager to talk and says (still chewing) "*slurp* what'sa matter? Cat gotcha tongue? Happened to me once, though turned out wasn't a cat" he trails off and continues eating his apple
Brunhelga begins to complain about Atem’s and Hew’s decision to hold up the group when Brain joins them, so she simply sighs and silently joins them as well. She folds her arms and scowls intimidatingly.
"Atem Rakyevra." Atem introduces himself. He smiles confidently, completely ignoring the impatience of his companions. "Ay, some secrets are worth working for. Normally I would try a little harder, but it seems like my team is too excited."
He nudges Hew, seeing the rest of team walking away, "Shall we?"
Hew is scandalized by the two people grinning at each other so saucily in the street. He looks at Atem, re-evaluating his initial dismissal of the man as a drunken hot-blooded fool. He was definitely a drunken hot-blooded fool, but his languid confidence implied this slick man had much more up his (very revealing) sleeves.
"Yes, I think we shall." Hew leads Atem to catch up quickly to their companions, keeping his massive stride slow and steady so the smaller folk could keep pace.
Turning back to Atem as they walked, Hew remarked, "Are you always this shameless, or is it merely the ale you seem to have bathed in this morning? Not once in my life have I seen a person so bluntly express their carnal interest in a person. I cannot decide if you are as loathsome as you are moist, or if there is much more to you than meets the eye. And there is already an overwhelming amount of you that meets the eye, I cannot imagine there could be much more hidden behind your, shall we say, blatantly flamboyant visage."
"Hm. " Atem hummed softly, with a faint smirk, not seeming to care about Hew's contemptuous comment. With his hands lazily tucked in the pockets of his pants hanging low on his hips, Atem tilted his head and narrowed his luscious eyes as if he was pondering, or maybe the daylight was just a little too harsh on his inebriated head. Finally, he replies, “You may just have to buy me dinner first to find out.”
"Alright, let's go" Brain continues toward the tournament grounds
"We'll meet you there at the appointed time, friends," Gunnar says. "But first, breakfast!"
He strides off towards the Laughing Lotus from whence you just came. His two companions follow a few steps behind. The group move together with great precision, every step synchronized. As if they are a military unit.
OOC: You have a few potential avenues of further investigation. Directly north of the market lies the Temple Of Bastet at the center of the city, and just a bit northeast is the Hall Of Curiosities. You overheard rumors about both of them during your breakfast.
Slightly northwest of the market is the Arena and its surrounding fighting pits, the direction most of you seem to be headed.
Should you choose to do so, you have enough time between now and the big event to visit and thoroughly explore one of the other two locations mentioned.
Vexha is very interested in seeing the Hall of Curiosities, she says to the group. “See what you can find out about the tournament, hopefully also our beggar comes through with something, I will meet you back at the arena in a bit. I’m going to the hall of Curiosities to see what is there”.
she confirms directions with a local and walks there quickly
Seeing his allies are starting to split, Eurkan halts. "We shouldn't split too much. I've seen many who had been robbed or assaulted - even in towns as large as this one. Before a contest with such a prize, someone might wish to take out other contestants ahead of time. If we must split, at least walk with someone. Two are better than one, in this case." Eurkan will then see how the group splits before following whichever side has less people. If the group, other than him, splits evenly, he'll follow the group that goes to the arena.
“A wise point” says Vexha. “Who wants to join me? it is my first time in this city and I do not know it at all. But I am very interested in what that place holds”
As you say this you just barely catch sight of your bald, shelled, companion through the throngs of folk on the street, slowly plodding his way towards the arena ((or wherever the signups are happening)) where he’s been walking as everyone dealt with the beggar.
Brain knocks the spent tobacco from his pipe and begins to refill it. "I don't much like tourists, but I can guide ya there. Brawn, can you keep the rest in line while we go? I need more pipeweed anyhow"
"Your brother is at the temple, right?" Atem says to Hew, with a playful smile, "Shall we? It'd be nice to get some familial 'assistance' before the tournament starts." He enunciated the word slowly, and with a wink. "Families love me. I will let him know that you are in good hands."
Hew raises a dense eyebrow at Atem. "I'm not quite sure what you mean by that, sir, but I would recommend drying the booze from your hair first if you intend to cause a scene at the Temple of Bastet." Hew takes a step forward, breaking stride with the man to follow Brunhelga towards the arena, before turning back to speak over the din of the market, "And keep your hands to yourself. My fortune lies in the hands of the stars above and the river below. To whom does your fate belong, Atem?" The edges of his dark woolen cloak are tucked around him as he attempts to slip seamlessly into the crowd, relieved to have had the final word in that peculiar interaction, and happy to get further away from the temple and the wealthier part of town. There was a reason a minor aristocrat such as hisself was loitering around in the muck, mewling for a chance to compete in a mysterious and ill-defined wizard's trial. Hew would do almost anything to remain in this district and not have to face the throng of furious debutantes and socialites who had gathered to debunk defame his fortune telling career. And under no circumstances would Hew be found slinking back to his pious priest brother for help. He'd rather sleep on the streets.
Catching up with Brunhelga and Fondak, Hew states with a newfound sense of urgency, "We must win this tournament. We simply must. Now let's go find out what this wizard wants us to prove so we can get out of this suffocating scum pond of a town."
Brain catches up next to Hew, chewing on a bite of apple, sees the woman eager to talk and says (still chewing) "*slurp* what'sa matter? Cat gotcha tongue? Happened to me once, though turned out wasn't a cat" he trails off and continues eating his apple
Brunhelga begins to complain about Atem’s and Hew’s decision to hold up the group when Brain joins them, so she simply sighs and silently joins them as well. She folds her arms and scowls intimidatingly.
"Ha," Atem laughs brightly. He shrugs with a smile, "I might consider it. What's better about your team than mine?"
"Apart from having you, of course."
Gunnar winks at Atem. "Well, I suppose we'll sort that out in the arena, eh?"
Brunhelga rolls her eyes at the flirtations.
"Alright, let's go" Brain continues toward the tournament grounds
“Agreed”. Vexha follows
"Atem Rakyevra." Atem introduces himself. He smiles confidently, completely ignoring the impatience of his companions. "Ay, some secrets are worth working for. Normally I would try a little harder, but it seems like my team is too excited."
He nudges Hew, seeing the rest of team walking away, "Shall we?"
Hew is scandalized by the two people grinning at each other so saucily in the street. He looks at Atem, re-evaluating his initial dismissal of the man as a drunken hot-blooded fool. He was definitely a drunken hot-blooded fool, but his languid confidence implied this slick man had much more up his (very revealing) sleeves.
"Yes, I think we shall." Hew leads Atem to catch up quickly to their companions, keeping his massive stride slow and steady so the smaller folk could keep pace.
Turning back to Atem as they walked, Hew remarked, "Are you always this shameless, or is it merely the ale you seem to have bathed in this morning? Not once in my life have I seen a person so bluntly express their carnal interest in a person. I cannot decide if you are as loathsome as you are moist, or if there is much more to you than meets the eye. And there is already an overwhelming amount of you that meets the eye, I cannot imagine there could be much more hidden behind your, shall we say, blatantly flamboyant visage."
"Hm. " Atem hummed softly, with a faint smirk, not seeming to care about Hew's contemptuous comment. With his hands lazily tucked in the pockets of his pants hanging low on his hips, Atem tilted his head and narrowed his luscious eyes as if he was pondering, or maybe the daylight was just a little too harsh on his inebriated head. Finally, he replies, “You may just have to buy me dinner first to find out.”
"We'll meet you there at the appointed time, friends," Gunnar says. "But first, breakfast!"
He strides off towards the Laughing Lotus from whence you just came. His two companions follow a few steps behind. The group move together with great precision, every step synchronized. As if they are a military unit.
OOC: You have a few potential avenues of further investigation. Directly north of the market lies the Temple Of Bastet at the center of the city, and just a bit northeast is the Hall Of Curiosities. You overheard rumors about both of them during your breakfast.
Slightly northwest of the market is the Arena and its surrounding fighting pits, the direction most of you seem to be headed.
Should you choose to do so, you have enough time between now and the big event to visit and thoroughly explore one of the other two locations mentioned.
Vexha is very interested in seeing the Hall of Curiosities, she says to the group. “See what you can find out about the tournament, hopefully also our beggar comes through with something, I will meet you back at the arena in a bit. I’m going to the hall of Curiosities to see what is there”.
she confirms directions with a local and walks there quickly
Seeing his allies are starting to split, Eurkan halts. "We shouldn't split too much. I've seen many who had been robbed or assaulted - even in towns as large as this one. Before a contest with such a prize, someone might wish to take out other contestants ahead of time. If we must split, at least walk with someone. Two are better than one, in this case." Eurkan will then see how the group splits before following whichever side has less people. If the group, other than him, splits evenly, he'll follow the group that goes to the arena.
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“A wise point” says Vexha. “Who wants to join me? it is my first time in this city and I do not know it at all. But I am very interested in what that place holds”
As you say this you just barely catch sight of your bald, shelled, companion through the throngs of folk on the street, slowly plodding his way towards the arena ((or wherever the signups are happening)) where he’s been walking as everyone dealt with the beggar.
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Brain knocks the spent tobacco from his pipe and begins to refill it. "I don't much like tourists, but I can guide ya there. Brawn, can you keep the rest in line while we go? I need more pipeweed anyhow"
"Your brother is at the temple, right?" Atem says to Hew, with a playful smile, "Shall we? It'd be nice to get some familial 'assistance' before the tournament starts." He enunciated the word slowly, and with a wink. "Families love me. I will let him know that you are in good hands."
Brunhelga mumbles something under her breath concerning the herding of tressym before waving her hand and yelling, "Come on, you lot!"
She's aiming for the arena, but if they all start going somewhere else, she'll end up following.
Hew raises a dense eyebrow at Atem. "I'm not quite sure what you mean by that, sir, but I would recommend drying the booze from your hair first if you intend to cause a scene at the Temple of Bastet." Hew takes a step forward, breaking stride with the man to follow Brunhelga towards the arena, before turning back to speak over the din of the market, "And keep your hands to yourself. My fortune lies in the hands of the stars above and the river below. To whom does your fate belong, Atem?" The edges of his dark woolen cloak are tucked around him as he attempts to slip seamlessly into the crowd, relieved to have had the final word in that peculiar interaction, and happy to get further away from the temple and the wealthier part of town. There was a reason a minor aristocrat such as hisself was loitering around in the muck, mewling for a chance to compete in a mysterious and ill-defined wizard's trial. Hew would do almost anything to remain in this district and not have to face the throng of furious debutantes and socialites who had gathered to
debunkdefame his fortune telling career. And under no circumstances would Hew be found slinking back to his pious priest brother for help. He'd rather sleep on the streets.Catching up with Brunhelga and Fondak, Hew states with a newfound sense of urgency, "We must win this tournament. We simply must. Now let's go find out what this wizard wants us to prove so we can get out of this suffocating scum pond of a town."