"I am itching to see hear what they may be hiding, but I think it's probably smart to check out the statue first in case we run into trouble sneaking around."
You decide to check out the wooden mannequin Dirla spoke of over by the Hall of Illusions. As you are making your way, you see all manner of carnival sights around. Folk are talking and laughing, children run by, giggling. You look up to see fairgoers floating around in the bubbles you are familiar with from the Bubble Pot Tea attraction. Giant dragonfly's buzz overhead. Some are carrying passengers. In the distance, you can see a large walking tree throwing seeds into the air as passers-by try to catch them. You are so taken in with the joy all around that you are completely taken by surprise when a row of giant, singing flowers burst from the ground right in front of you and start singing at you.
You gather your composure and continue on your way. As you pass the Big Top, you come across five small stalls to your right that are attracting a lot of attention. A crowd has gathered around one of the stalls in particular. The folk are cheering encouragingly.
"...as they head on down the final straight, it looks like Nimblefoot is going to lead the finish with Queen's Majesty right on his shell and followed by Flowerflash by an even smaller margin. Oh my!!! What is that? It looks like a spectator has thrown some cabbage onto the track and Quickleaf has taken the bait. I don't think they are going to see the end of the race. Look at the fury on Quickleaf's jockey, Can't say as I blame her. And it looks like Breakneck is going to be the last one over the line. Let's see what the final moments of the race have in store. It still can be any of the top three's race."
"... it's Nimblefoot over the line by a length, followed closely by Queen's Majesty and hot on her tail is Flowerflash. High Road next, followed by Shellymoo and Whizzy, neck and neck. We'll need to check the replay to see the positions of those two, and it looks like Breakneck will be the last over the line. Quickleaf doesn't look like she is going anywhere until that cabbage leaf is done."
As you hurtle across the finish line, you again become aware of the world around. You hear the roaring crowd as they cavort on the stands. Cheering and clapping fill the arena. As your snails come to a halt, they are quickly surrounded by their pixie hands, who assist you off the rather large creatures. There is a lot of back-patting and handshaking as you make your way over to the podium in a kerfuffle of excitement.
Balliol crossed the finish line with a loud "whoop" and waved his bright red hat in the air! He might have taken an embarrassing tumble but the pixies quickly surrounded the nimble beast named Nimblefoot and guided it to a halt. He was grinning from ear to ear, which was quite an accomplishment for someone with ears like his. Putting his hat back on his head he slid down off of the beast to the congratulations of those around him and turned to find his bespectacled friend who had come in a very close third. He grinned as he patted Wildred on the back. "Now that was a race! You don't get to do that every day! And no tortoises to be seen, so it was a fair and clean race!"
The thought briefly crossed his mind that he might play the role of the stoic monk but it just seemed like such a waste. There were times and places for stoicism, but when one had just won a giant mollusk race? Not a chance! He heard someone call it a kerfuffle - he'd never been quite sure what one was but this certainly seemed to fit the bill. He'd always wanted to be in the middle of a kerfuffle! And here he was! No time for stoicism this! He practically hopped towards the podium, accepting and distributing handshakes and back pats along the way.
He whooped and waved his bright red hat in the air again as he arrived at the podium. This was a good day!
Wildred smiles at his friend and still finding his feet has a bit of a wobble on
"I think its fair to say your a natural my friend,thought I had you for a moment but you truly were the better rider...if I didn't know any better I'd have swore you were a professional jockey...you most definitely looked like you knew what you were doing out there!"
Wildred is over the moon he didn't fall off and would do it on over again.
Halei & Stalker Halei, distracted by the commotion, makes her way over to the crowd, followed hastily by Stalker.
There must be at least fifty overly animate fairgoers crowded in and around this tent. As you push your way through the crowded entrance, there is little more room inside, but you manage to squeeze in all the same. Presented with a large round wooden table in the centre of the tent, several folks stand holding golden rings and take turns to throw them over several Almiraj that are bounding in and out of the multiverse on the table teleporting from here to there. Punters are putting wagers on who is going to succeed throwing their ring onto which Almiraj.
For Stalkers eyes only...
You notice, across the room, a little, gray-skinned girl wearing a pig mask and holding an oversized lollipop. You see her pick pocket one of the games attendees.
Wildred & Balliol You find yourselves ushered over to three differently sized overturned wooden crates built into a makeshift podium. The race caller struts his stuff before them while several wing-bearing pixies push you onto your perspective crates. Balliol onto the centre and tallest box. A rather proud looking halfling (the jockey of Queen's Majesty), standing tall on the box to Balliol's right and Wildred, grinning from ear to ear on Balliol's left.
"Fairgoers, Fey, and beasties alike. Let's hear it for our three place winners of Witchlight's most favourite event, the Giant Snail Race." the crowds' noise is almost deafening. The stomping of feet, clapping of hands, ringing of bells all ring out throughout the carnival.
"In third place, a wiz of a wiz, if ever there was, a round of applause for Mr..." he questions your name in a whisper, "Mr Wildred Wardle." Wildred, you are overwhelmed with the huge round of applause. A fairy flies up in front of you and hands you a small crafted wand.
"In second place, Ms Annie Moogle." The fairy hands her a small leather pouch.
"And our first place winner..." a drum roll is heard from behind as the race caller holds for a second to build the suspense, "Mr Balliol Bugglesworth, the fourth." The fairy flies up and presents Balliol with a small leather pouch and a potion.
The crowds' cheering and clapping are deafening as the three of you stand there after your exhilarating race and soak in admiration. Moments later, the race caller puts down his loudspeaker shell and walks over to the track, where he sparks up a pipe and goes about his day. The crowd quickly dissipates, and there is calm again.
Hour 2
A tiefling on stilts breaths out a colossal burst of rainbow flame for a cheering crowd. The flames turn into a shower of butterflies that flitter into the audience, and the tiefling bows.
Stalker says to Halei, "Lots of distractions in here, to be sure. And keep an eye on your belongings." He checks his and keeps alert for thieves. "Whenever you're ready, let's continue following these leads."
"Wait! I wanna give the ring toss a try! Let me see if I can find any golden rings to throw...." Halei looks around to find where the folks are getting these gold rings. Swept up in the excitement of the rowdy crowd, she is very animated as she wants to be part of the fun.
Stalker grins at Halei's youthful exhuberance. He nods. "Try your luck!" He watches her and the area carefully for clues or pickpockets and gladly remains while Halei tries the game out. He stays near her and if she is lacking an entry fee, he supplies coin for her. "Why not have some fun, mix business with pleasure...ha ha!" He keeps his eyes open but watches her play the game.
Bugs had thoroughly enjoyed the race and had somehow managed to make a profit to boot! Things were going quite well so far. Except, of course, that he and Wildred had made no progress yet on finding the gate to the feywild. While he really just wanted to wander around and enjoy the fair, he figured it was about time to stop acting like a hare-brained idiot! he tapped Wildred on the shoulder and nodded towards the race-caller. "Time to get back on the job?"
Assuming the wizard would stumble along after him he walked over to the individual who had recently announced his triumph. Approaching he tried to start a conversation with the obvious topic. "Those are some pretty fast snails you have! I must say, snails seem to have gotten a bum-wrap in the speed department. And . . ." he glanced at the last racing snail still munching cabbage on the track . . "the size department as well. Where do they come from? Even my great uncle, McDonald Bugglesworth himself doesn't raise creatures like these - and old Mack raises virtually anything you can raise on a farm!"
After a bit of chit chat he tries to draw the man into a conversation about the carnival itself. "I heard someone say that this place is run by a Mister Light. And a Mr. Witch! Is it really true that this place has a link to the feywild? Do you really go back to the Witchlight?" At this he laughed at himself. "Oh, rabbit! Sometimes you are hare-brained! Witch and Light! The two Misters! Nice, and I guess, not so mysterious even if the guy who told me about it was drunk!" He gave the guy a chance to respond and then asked, "Do you really go back to the feywild when the show is done?"
Halei A floating flumph approaches you, wings adorn, and a slightly smug smile is worn. "This almiraj is no mirage. Adorn its horn with two or three rings to win a prize! Want to try your luck, miss? Just three shiny pieces of silver." (ooc: Stalker has offered to fund your endeavour. Please let me know who you want to pay.)
After the coin has changed hands, the frumph wiggles his tendrils, and three shiny, golden rings the size of dinner plates emerge, and he hands them on to you. Please make three, DC 17 Dexterity checks.
Stalker You offer your silver to Halei, and she is handed three rings. You settle in to see how she goes.
for Stalker's eyes only...
You casually glance around and can no longer spy the little masked thief.
A soft elbow in your shoulder grabs your attention "Good luck to her, I say..." says a flamboyant wererat that stands next to you.
Wildred
ooc: If you follow Balliol and hear his questioning read the following
for Wildred's eyes only...
You know more about the carnival history than the witchlight hand that Balliol is questioning. Hit me up in a PM if you have any questions.
Balliol You wander over to the little frog-like creature (a grung) as he leans on the racetrack surrounds and puffs on his pipe. Dressed in a purple velvet jacket, green and white bow tie, and of course, bright mock wings, the little fellow speaks to you in a gruff voice that resembles nothing of his earlier radio voice that he used for race calling. "What do ya want, kid?" he barks, then blows smoke in your direction.
Since Halei has enough to pay for her excursion she declines the kind offer.
She then readies herself to toss the rings. She doesn't seem to really be trying too hard, or really paying attention at all, she's just here for the fun after all, and rapidly throws all three at her disappearing target. All the throws were actually pretty good, the first and second making its target, and the third just falling short.
"I did it!" She pauses for a moment, trying to resist the temptation of continuing the game. She knows that once she gets hooked she'd want to be in here all day. Instead she manages to break herself away and turns to Stalker holding coins in her hand.
"You try!" She pushes the coins into his hand and takes a step back.
"Kid?" Balliol couldn't help but laugh at the old fool. It seemed he had met the source of the stereotype of the gruff-old carny. Rude seemed to be in the job description.
Balliol waved away the smoke. "Well, I wanted to have fun in a race and I got that. Mission accomplished. Then I thought to myself, 'I should go get yelled at by some old carny.' But all I saw was your charming face so I came over to ask if there were any gruff little guys working here when you so kindly croaked at me. Well, second mission accomplished! And since you so politely asked, the third thing I'm hoping for today is to find out who runs this place. After all, getting to travel around through the feywild and getting grumpy with the customers at the same time? Damn! That has to be a perfect job! Any chance you could help?"
Balliol watched the little toad for signs that he had really annoyed him, ready to jump away if needed. He had been told a few times before that he sometimes laid things on a little thick, but he just didn't see it. He had been at least as polite as the frog had been to him. Everything balanced, what more could a monk want?
"I believe there names are Mister witch and mister light my friend?"he turns to the carny.
"That's correct isn't it where can we find them? If you could show us the way or tell us it would be very much appreciated?"
As he says this he moves closer to the carny,Wildred notices a piece of paper on the floor by there feet and hides it with his foot by stepping on it,curious to see what it is,he just has a feeling it may be helpful.
Wildred The grung looks at you sideways with a slightly offended and perhaps cowering look. He pulls back his head and steps back as you inconspicuously hide the dropped note with your foot. Looking up at you, he barks, "You right there, cobber!" and he moves over a little, turns his back on you both and leans back on the fence to continue his pipe smoking. You reach down and pick up the note, slipping it into your pocket without notice.
Balliol & Wildred As the rude little race caller turns to ignore you, you hear a few things thud to the ground behind you. You both turn around to see the disturbance and see about twelve feet away, a bugbear wearing blue dungarees and fairy wings. He is fumbling to keep hold of a squirrel in his right hand while he picks up a bunch of books he has dropped. Oh, and he wears a helmet made from a jack-o’-lantern upon his head. As you both turn and look at him, he stands, and looks back at you.
Halei The floating [monster[flumph[/monster] erupts in a tantrum of joy, "Yes!" he calls out, arresting the attention of all in the tent. "We have a winner. Two out of three ain't bad, and wins you a prize". Reaching into his pouch, he pulls out a small tin of.... "Face paints!" he jubilantly shouts, holding it up into the air as if showing off something of great value, then he hands it to you. (ooc: I have added it to your inventory.)
Stalker The floating [monster[flumph[/monster] turns his attention to you as the three golden rings materialise from its tendrils and are thrust into your hands. You settle back, with one eye closed and the other taking aim. Your open eye darts around, trying to anticipate the next move of any number of almiraj bounding in and out of view on the large round table. You throw the golden rings. One, two and three. All of which miss their mark.
"Well so far Giant racing snails,Smoking Grungs and now bugbears in dungarees!!this truly is a strange and wonderful place balliol.my colleagues would be dumb founded at the sheer nonsensicalness or fatuousness of this place!"
Wildred walks over and reaches down to help the bugbear with his scattered books greeting him.
"here let me help you,I've been in this situation many atime"he says with a warming smile.
(Wildred wants to get a glimpse of the book titles see if there is anything of interest that can tell him about this strange character)
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
To post a comment, please login or register a new account.
"I am itching to see hear what they may be hiding, but I think it's probably smart to check out the statue first in case we run into trouble sneaking around."
Halei & Stalker
You decide to check out the wooden mannequin Dirla spoke of over by the Hall of Illusions. As you are making your way, you see all manner of carnival sights around. Folk are talking and laughing, children run by, giggling. You look up to see fairgoers floating around in the bubbles you are familiar with from the Bubble Pot Tea attraction. Giant dragonfly's buzz overhead. Some are carrying passengers. In the distance, you can see a large walking tree throwing seeds into the air as passers-by try to catch them. You are so taken in with the joy all around that you are completely taken by surprise when a row of giant, singing flowers burst from the ground right in front of you and start singing at you.
You gather your composure and continue on your way. As you pass the Big Top, you come across five small stalls to your right that are attracting a lot of attention. A crowd has gathered around one of the stalls in particular. The folk are cheering encouragingly.
The Witchlight Cup (round 5)
Wildred & Balliol
DM's surprise roll 5 on snail number 4.
1 |-------------------------------------*----------|
2 |-----------------------------------------------*|
3 |---------------------------------------*--------|
4 |------------------------------*-----------------|
5 |-----------------------------------------*------|
6 |-------------------------------------*----------|
7 |---------------------------------*--------------|
8 |--------------------------------------------*---|
"...as they head on down the final straight, it looks like Nimblefoot is going to lead the finish with Queen's Majesty right on his shell and followed by Flowerflash by an even smaller margin. Oh my!!! What is that? It looks like a spectator has thrown some cabbage onto the track and Quickleaf has taken the bait. I don't think they are going to see the end of the race. Look at the fury on Quickleaf's jockey, Can't say as I blame her. And it looks like Breakneck is going to be the last one over the line. Let's see what the final moments of the race have in store. It still can be any of the top three's race."
(ooc: Roll your round 6 Animal Handling check please.)
Distracted by the noise Halei sidetracks and quickly makes her way over to the stall the crowd is gathered around, curious to see what is going on.
Balliol & Wildred
"... it's Nimblefoot over the line by a length, followed closely by Queen's Majesty and hot on her tail is Flowerflash. High Road next, followed by Shellymoo and Whizzy, neck and neck. We'll need to check the replay to see the positions of those two, and it looks like Breakneck will be the last over the line. Quickleaf doesn't look like she is going anywhere until that cabbage leaf is done."
As you hurtle across the finish line, you again become aware of the world around. You hear the roaring crowd as they cavort on the stands. Cheering and clapping fill the arena. As your snails come to a halt, they are quickly surrounded by their pixie hands, who assist you off the rather large creatures. There is a lot of back-patting and handshaking as you make your way over to the podium in a kerfuffle of excitement.
Standings
Stalker follows to the stall.
Balliol crossed the finish line with a loud "whoop" and waved his bright red hat in the air! He might have taken an embarrassing tumble but the pixies quickly surrounded the nimble beast named Nimblefoot and guided it to a halt. He was grinning from ear to ear, which was quite an accomplishment for someone with ears like his. Putting his hat back on his head he slid down off of the beast to the congratulations of those around him and turned to find his bespectacled friend who had come in a very close third. He grinned as he patted Wildred on the back. "Now that was a race! You don't get to do that every day! And no tortoises to be seen, so it was a fair and clean race!"
The thought briefly crossed his mind that he might play the role of the stoic monk but it just seemed like such a waste. There were times and places for stoicism, but when one had just won a giant mollusk race? Not a chance! He heard someone call it a kerfuffle - he'd never been quite sure what one was but this certainly seemed to fit the bill. He'd always wanted to be in the middle of a kerfuffle! And here he was! No time for stoicism this! He practically hopped towards the podium, accepting and distributing handshakes and back pats along the way.
He whooped and waved his bright red hat in the air again as he arrived at the podium. This was a good day!
Wildred smiles at his friend and still finding his feet has a bit of a wobble on
"I think its fair to say your a natural my friend,thought I had you for a moment but you truly were the better rider...if I didn't know any better I'd have swore you were a professional jockey...you most definitely looked like you knew what you were doing out there!"
Wildred is over the moon he didn't fall off and would do it on over again.
"What a thrill!!!"
Halei & Stalker
Halei, distracted by the commotion, makes her way over to the crowd, followed hastily by Stalker.
There must be at least fifty overly animate fairgoers crowded in and around this tent. As you push your way through the crowded entrance, there is little more room inside, but you manage to squeeze in all the same. Presented with a large round wooden table in the centre of the tent, several folks stand holding golden rings and take turns to throw them over several Almiraj that are bounding in and out of the multiverse on the table teleporting from here to there. Punters are putting wagers on who is going to succeed throwing their ring onto which Almiraj.
For Stalkers eyes only...
You notice, across the room, a little, gray-skinned girl wearing a pig mask and holding an oversized lollipop. You see her pick pocket one of the games attendees.
Wildred & Balliol
You find yourselves ushered over to three differently sized overturned wooden crates built into a makeshift podium. The race caller struts his stuff before them while several wing-bearing pixies push you onto your perspective crates. Balliol onto the centre and tallest box. A rather proud looking halfling (the jockey of Queen's Majesty), standing tall on the box to Balliol's right and Wildred, grinning from ear to ear on Balliol's left.
"Fairgoers, Fey, and beasties alike. Let's hear it for our three place winners of Witchlight's most favourite event, the Giant Snail Race." the crowds' noise is almost deafening. The stomping of feet, clapping of hands, ringing of bells all ring out throughout the carnival.
"In third place, a wiz of a wiz, if ever there was, a round of applause for Mr..." he questions your name in a whisper, "Mr Wildred Wardle."
Wildred, you are overwhelmed with the huge round of applause. A fairy flies up in front of you and hands you a small crafted wand.
"In second place, Ms Annie Moogle." The fairy hands her a small leather pouch.
"And our first place winner..." a drum roll is heard from behind as the race caller holds for a second to build the suspense, "Mr Balliol Bugglesworth, the fourth." The fairy flies up and presents Balliol with a small leather pouch and a potion.
The crowds' cheering and clapping are deafening as the three of you stand there after your exhilarating race and soak in admiration. Moments later, the race caller puts down his loudspeaker shell and walks over to the track, where he sparks up a pipe and goes about his day. The crowd quickly dissipates, and there is calm again.
Hour 2
A tiefling on stilts breaths out a colossal burst of rainbow flame for a cheering crowd. The flames turn into a shower of butterflies that flitter into the audience, and the tiefling bows.
Stalker says to Halei, "Lots of distractions in here, to be sure. And keep an eye on your belongings." He checks his and keeps alert for thieves. "Whenever you're ready, let's continue following these leads."
"Wait! I wanna give the ring toss a try! Let me see if I can find any golden rings to throw...." Halei looks around to find where the folks are getting these gold rings. Swept up in the excitement of the rowdy crowd, she is very animated as she wants to be part of the fun.
Stalker grins at Halei's youthful exhuberance. He nods. "Try your luck!" He watches her and the area carefully for clues or pickpockets and gladly remains while Halei tries the game out. He stays near her and if she is lacking an entry fee, he supplies coin for her. "Why not have some fun, mix business with pleasure...ha ha!" He keeps his eyes open but watches her play the game.
Bugs had thoroughly enjoyed the race and had somehow managed to make a profit to boot! Things were going quite well so far. Except, of course, that he and Wildred had made no progress yet on finding the gate to the feywild. While he really just wanted to wander around and enjoy the fair, he figured it was about time to stop acting like a hare-brained idiot! he tapped Wildred on the shoulder and nodded towards the race-caller. "Time to get back on the job?"
Assuming the wizard would stumble along after him he walked over to the individual who had recently announced his triumph. Approaching he tried to start a conversation with the obvious topic. "Those are some pretty fast snails you have! I must say, snails seem to have gotten a bum-wrap in the speed department. And . . ." he glanced at the last racing snail still munching cabbage on the track . . "the size department as well. Where do they come from? Even my great uncle, McDonald Bugglesworth himself doesn't raise creatures like these - and old Mack raises virtually anything you can raise on a farm!"
After a bit of chit chat he tries to draw the man into a conversation about the carnival itself. "I heard someone say that this place is run by a Mister Light. And a Mr. Witch! Is it really true that this place has a link to the feywild? Do you really go back to the Witchlight?" At this he laughed at himself. "Oh, rabbit! Sometimes you are hare-brained! Witch and Light! The two Misters! Nice, and I guess, not so mysterious even if the guy who told me about it was drunk!" He gave the guy a chance to respond and then asked, "Do you really go back to the feywild when the show is done?"
Halei
A floating flumph approaches you, wings adorn, and a slightly smug smile is worn. "This almiraj is no mirage. Adorn its horn with two or three rings to win a prize! Want to try your luck, miss? Just three shiny pieces of silver." (ooc: Stalker has offered to fund your endeavour. Please let me know who you want to pay.)
After the coin has changed hands, the frumph wiggles his tendrils, and three shiny, golden rings the size of dinner plates emerge, and he hands them on to you. Please make three, DC 17 Dexterity checks.
Stalker
You offer your silver to Halei, and she is handed three rings. You settle in to see how she goes.
for Stalker's eyes only...
You casually glance around and can no longer spy the little masked thief.
A soft elbow in your shoulder grabs your attention "Good luck to her, I say..." says a flamboyant wererat that stands next to you.
Wildred
ooc: If you follow Balliol and hear his questioning read the following
for Wildred's eyes only...
You know more about the carnival history than the witchlight hand that Balliol is questioning. Hit me up in a PM if you have any questions.
Balliol
You wander over to the little frog-like creature (a grung) as he leans on the racetrack surrounds and puffs on his pipe. Dressed in a purple velvet jacket, green and white bow tie, and of course, bright mock wings, the little fellow speaks to you in a gruff voice that resembles nothing of his earlier radio voice that he used for race calling. "What do ya want, kid?" he barks, then blows smoke in your direction.
Since Halei has enough to pay for her excursion she declines the kind offer.
She then readies herself to toss the rings. She doesn't seem to really be trying too hard, or really paying attention at all, she's just here for the fun after all, and rapidly throws all three at her disappearing target. All the throws were actually pretty good, the first and second making its target, and the third just falling short.
"I did it!" She pauses for a moment, trying to resist the temptation of continuing the game. She knows that once she gets hooked she'd want to be in here all day. Instead she manages to break herself away and turns to Stalker holding coins in her hand.
"You try!" She pushes the coins into his hand and takes a step back.
"Why not? All work and no play and all that..."
"Kid?" Balliol couldn't help but laugh at the old fool. It seemed he had met the source of the stereotype of the gruff-old carny. Rude seemed to be in the job description.
Balliol waved away the smoke. "Well, I wanted to have fun in a race and I got that. Mission accomplished. Then I thought to myself, 'I should go get yelled at by some old carny.' But all I saw was your charming face so I came over to ask if there were any gruff little guys working here when you so kindly croaked at me. Well, second mission accomplished! And since you so politely asked, the third thing I'm hoping for today is to find out who runs this place. After all, getting to travel around through the feywild and getting grumpy with the customers at the same time? Damn! That has to be a perfect job! Any chance you could help?"
Balliol watched the little toad for signs that he had really annoyed him, ready to jump away if needed. He had been told a few times before that he sometimes laid things on a little thick, but he just didn't see it. He had been at least as polite as the frog had been to him. Everything balanced, what more could a monk want?
"I believe there names are Mister witch and mister light my friend?"he turns to the carny.
"That's correct isn't it where can we find them? If you could show us the way or tell us it would be very much appreciated?"
As he says this he moves closer to the carny,Wildred notices a piece of paper on the floor by there feet and hides it with his foot by stepping on it,curious to see what it is,he just has a feeling it may be helpful.
Wildred
The grung looks at you sideways with a slightly offended and perhaps cowering look. He pulls back his head and steps back as you inconspicuously hide the dropped note with your foot. Looking up at you, he barks, "You right there, cobber!" and he moves over a little, turns his back on you both and leans back on the fence to continue his pipe smoking. You reach down and pick up the note, slipping it into your pocket without notice.
Balliol & Wildred
As the rude little race caller turns to ignore you, you hear a few things thud to the ground behind you. You both turn around to see the disturbance and see about twelve feet away, a bugbear wearing blue dungarees and fairy wings. He is fumbling to keep hold of a squirrel in his right hand while he picks up a bunch of books he has dropped. Oh, and he wears a helmet made from a jack-o’-lantern upon his head. As you both turn and look at him, he stands, and looks back at you.
Halei
The floating [monster[flumph[/monster] erupts in a tantrum of joy, "Yes!" he calls out, arresting the attention of all in the tent. "We have a winner. Two out of three ain't bad, and wins you a prize". Reaching into his pouch, he pulls out a small tin of.... "Face paints!" he jubilantly shouts, holding it up into the air as if showing off something of great value, then he hands it to you. (ooc: I have added it to your inventory.)
Stalker
The floating [monster[flumph[/monster] turns his attention to you as the three golden rings materialise from its tendrils and are thrust into your hands. You settle back, with one eye closed and the other taking aim. Your open eye darts around, trying to anticipate the next move of any number of almiraj bounding in and out of view on the large round table. You throw the golden rings. One, two and three. All of which miss their mark.
Wildred turns to balliol
"Well so far Giant racing snails,Smoking Grungs and now bugbears in dungarees!!this truly is a strange and wonderful place balliol.my colleagues would be dumb founded at the sheer nonsensicalness or fatuousness of this place!"
Wildred walks over and reaches down to help the bugbear with his scattered books greeting him.
"here let me help you,I've been in this situation many atime"he says with a warming smile.
(Wildred wants to get a glimpse of the book titles see if there is anything of interest that can tell him about this strange character)