"I guess that's true, if you all are looking to keep going I'll just watch and eat. We are running on limited time anyway."
Halei, you feel a little tug in your shoulder. You turn to see a fairy, she is quite cute and wizened. Her wings fluttering away madly next to you and she says to you with a wise voice, “There is always time!” And with your next blink, she is gone.
(If I could do a perception check wildred is looking and using his ears for any conversations or characters that may help us along with our mission,now that he knows something is a foot and not quite what it seems)
For Wildred's eyes only
There is a lot of activity here. Folk are eating and bantering, children run in and out of the fruit trees, one nearly knocking over a stilt picker. You traverse the area with a periscopic gaze as your eye is drawn to the far north-eastern corner of the orchard. A gnome sits cross-legged on a rock, a white frog near her feet as she performs on her lute to an attentive audience. She looks up from her crowd and looks directly at you, deep into your eyes. With a smile that would bring out the sun and open flowers, she holds her stare at you for quite some time. Overcome, you look away and attempt to disguise your discomfort by telling your colleagues that it might be time to find somewhere to sit.
Before you are crowded benches and tables. Few spots look like they would seat the four of you. But there are some. Carnival denizens scurry back and forth to a round hut situated in the centre of the Orchard with a large carving of a pie on top. They are taking orders and bringing food and drink.
Balliol looks at the others and shrugged. "Go ahead and try the contest if you want. Spectacles here and I have run a race already. For now, I think I will join Wildred at a table and get some food." He indicated one of the few open tables that could hold all 4 of them. "Lets have a seat and keep eyes and ears open. We want to get to the final spectacle on time." With that he found his seat. He was prepared to order some food (A simple meal will suffice, but those deserts looked very tempting. He would get one for himself, if possible. And, of course, carrot juice. If not, then some berry wine or mead.) Since his last attempt to listen to the crowd had been fruitful he set his ears to work again. They needed information so he would watch and listen. And hopefully eat.
"You guys eat. I'll keep an eye on Halei," says Stalker. Since some of the effects of the frivolity in this fair seem not entirely without malevolence, he keeps an eye on his new friend, an eye out for pick pockets and his ears open for more clues.
A gnome catches wildreds eye and a sensation comes over him that he hasn't felt before....
(Assuming the gnome playing a flute is still in view,if not just disregard)
Wildred says to balliol"over there the gnome playing the flute,do you feel anything uncomfortable or is it just me?...I must admit I've not felt myself ever since my potential river dipping!"
Balliol listens as Wildred's comment on the gnome with the flute. He hadn't yet noticed anything about him, but now he while trying to appear not to do so, he focused more of his attention on the little creature. This carnival was an amazing place. Lots of fun, but lots of stuff going on behind the scenes as well. And now devilish gnome flute players. How often hadn't he been warned against just such a thing? About as often as he'd dreamed of riding snails or as frequently as he had met pumpkin-headed, literary bugbears. The carnival was . . . odd. (Thought the 6' tall rabbit with a bright red cap who sat talking to a wizard whose glasses kept changing colors and who had just had a massive giggling fit.)
Halei, you make your way over to the competition table, and it is piled high with small, glazed cupcakes, each filled with a dollop of berry custard.
There are five seats. Spectators watching the competition see from left to right in chairs numbered one to five.
Nuunk: A considerably oversized ogre, barely able to sit on the chair, has a big white cloth tucked into his shirt collar and waits eagerly for the starting bell.
Kronmil: A lively satyr with snow-white horns that curled around to his back, swigs on a cornucopia, laughing and egging on his opponents.
Chair 3 is Empty
Jadduna: A dwarf dressed in sparkling chain, battle axe slung to her back, smiles alluringly at Stalker as he escorts Halei to the table.
Chair 5 is Empty
Kronmil pipes up, "Ha, here you go, lass. Sit yourself down." He pulls the third chair out, gesturing for Halei to sit down. "You're so tiny. How you gonna fit all of those cupcakes in" and he bellows with laughter.
Jadduna, grabs Stalker by the back of his shirt and yanks him down into seat number five. "Let's see what you got! Beat me, and the ale's on me, Tharn!"
How can you both resist. Halei in chair three and Stalker in chair five. Halei and Stalker, please roll a d100.
Wildred & Balliol
You are torn between watching the cupcake eating competition and...
For Wildred and Balliols eyes only...
You watch as the musical gnome watches you. Just like this.
Stalker winks at Jadduna. "I'll buy if you win. From where do you hail? Do you come to this establishment often? That's a lovely suit of chain you have there." Dwarven flirting is always awkward.
"Oh, don't you worry, I haven't eaten all day and I am STARVING. I'm sure I'll manage," Halei laughs in return, rolling her shoulders back in pseudo-confidence. In reality, she has no hope of winning, she doesn't even like frosting! But the challenge is exciting. She calls to Stalker, "Good luck! If anyone has any luck at winning it's you!" She spots her other friends across the way and throws them a wave.
Watch, listen and ponder. It was a rabbits lot at the moment. The gnome was odd and that white frog . . . an oddity at a carnival filled with oddities. Watch, listen and ponder.
Stalker, thinking all of this is silly, smiles and nods at Halei. "Well, if I must, I will give it my best! In the words of the immortal bard....'let's get it on'!!!"
Balliol Wildred wonders off. Halei waves to you from the competition table afar, but you are captivated by the gnome's friendly yet steely gaze. A Dragonborn server attends to you. Her scales are the pale green of jasmine tea, her eyes as blue as its steeping water, and her perfume, the scent of baked tarts and cinnamon. She smiles and welcomes you. "What d'ya fancy?" Her voice is soothing, but you cannot help noticing the rows of sharp teeth hidden behind her lips. "Something sweet. Butter tarts, scones, spun sugar. Griffon shaped pastries filled with stewed and sweetened fruit. Or something to fill your belly. Dragon egg omelettes with a foraged salad, Beetroot Tarte Tatin and goat's cheese, Wine braised oxtail with roasted carrots and beans. Savoury elven bread pudding with fairy ring mushrooms." Reaching into her coat pocket, she pulls out a tankard and plonks it in front of you. Then from her back pockets, she pulls two bottles. "Norfolk Cider," she says as she wiggles the bottle in her left hand, "Blackberry Murry", and shakes the bottle in her right hand. "Or something else, perhaps?"
(Wildred would like to approach the gnome bard is there a cup to put some silver in or is it just part of the show?)
Wildred, You stand and wander on over for a closer look at the gnome bard. Her playing and singing is enchanting, and there are quite a few others sitting on the grass in front of her enjoying her music. You can't see anywhere to toss your coin. She continues her playing and singing and smiling.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
The sound of feedback splits the ambience, and a humanoid jackal enlivens the crowd with his carnivalesque speech. "Fey Folk and guests. Welcome to the Feating Orchard and this evening's cupcake eating contest. The rules are simple. Our five contestants each have until the sand falls from the glass," holding up and hourglass, he shakes it above his head, "to eat all the cupcakes they can. Or until they can't." Parading in front of the table, the jackal takes a cupcake from the top of the enormous pile and stuffs it in his mouth. Muffled and near inaudibly, he encourages, "Contestants, are you ready to fill your bellies with light and fluffy custard pastries?"
Watching for the approving nods of the five contestants as they crouch over the table and ready for the start. He flamboyantly spins the hourglass with the talent of a cocktail tender and slams it down on the table, yelling, "You are GO!"
Stalker & Halei
You reach out in front and grab your first cupcake. Hand over hand stuffing them into your mount.
Contest Rolls:
Nuunk: 4
Kronmil: 14
Halei: 16
Jadduna: 6.6
Stalker: 12.2
It's a strong start for all the contestants, except Jadduna. She seems to have stopped after her third cupcake. Nuunk is stuffing his face like he hasn't eaten for a year. With Halei, Kronmil and Stalker following up with quite a fair chase. How does the wood-elf keep up like that? This is the question on many spectators' minds as Halei keeps shovelling them in.
The standings so far
Nuunk: 19
Halei: 16
Kronmil: 15
Stalker: 12
Jadduna: Stops at 3
Jadduna's dwarven face and lips turn pale blue as some of the spectators realise that she is choking. Still unnoticed by the other contestants and the competition's caller, The Jackel.
(Wildred would like to approach the gnome bard is there a cup to put some silver in or is it just part of the show?)
Wildred, You stand and wander on over for a closer look at the gnome bard. Her playing and singing is enchanting, and there are quite a few others sitting on the grass in front of her enjoying her music. You can't see anywhere to toss your coin. She continues her playing and singing and smiling.
Wildred walks away back to the tables trying not to get distracted,he is drawn to the gnome,but it suddenly dawns on him he was here to get food!!the gnome had momentarily made him forget is hunger as his tummy gives out a big rumble"il have a pasties please"
Balliol looks up at the dragonborn. "I'll take the omelet and salad, please. Filling the belly sounds like a good thing?" He then glanced at the bottles. "I don't suppose you have any beverages that are a bit more . . . carroty? A juice or a cider . . . either would do." He then turned his attention briefly back to the bard. Nodding in the gnome's direction he asked the green and toothy dragonborn, "Is the gnome always so enchanting? He seems to draw in his crowd in an almost magical way."
OOC: If they don't have a carrot beverage he will take the cider - alcoholic apple variety, I assume?
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Halei, you feel a little tug in your shoulder. You turn to see a fairy, she is quite cute and wizened. Her wings fluttering away madly next to you and she says to you with a wise voice, “There is always time!” And with your next blink, she is gone.
For Wildred's eyes only
There is a lot of activity here. Folk are eating and bantering, children run in and out of the fruit trees, one nearly knocking over a stilt picker. You traverse the area with a periscopic gaze as your eye is drawn to the far north-eastern corner of the orchard. A gnome sits cross-legged on a rock, a white frog near her feet as she performs on her lute to an attentive audience. She looks up from her crowd and looks directly at you, deep into your eyes. With a smile that would bring out the sun and open flowers, she holds her stare at you for quite some time. Overcome, you look away and attempt to disguise your discomfort by telling your colleagues that it might be time to find somewhere to sit.
Before you are crowded benches and tables. Few spots look like they would seat the four of you. But there are some. Carnival denizens scurry back and forth to a round hut situated in the centre of the Orchard with a large carving of a pie on top. They are taking orders and bringing food and drink.
"Sounds like there is time for the eating contest if anyone wants to try it," Stalker says.
Balliol looks at the others and shrugged. "Go ahead and try the contest if you want. Spectacles here and I have run a race already. For now, I think I will join Wildred at a table and get some food." He indicated one of the few open tables that could hold all 4 of them. "Lets have a seat and keep eyes and ears open. We want to get to the final spectacle on time." With that he found his seat. He was prepared to order some food (A simple meal will suffice, but those deserts looked very tempting. He would get one for himself, if possible. And, of course, carrot juice. If not, then some berry wine or mead.) Since his last attempt to listen to the crowd had been fruitful he set his ears to work again. They needed information so he would watch and listen. And hopefully eat.
"Actually, I suddenly think an eating contest would be pretty fun! I'll be quick!" She bounces away to go ask if they needed any more participants.
"You guys eat. I'll keep an eye on Halei," says Stalker. Since some of the effects of the frivolity in this fair seem not entirely without malevolence, he keeps an eye on his new friend, an eye out for pick pockets and his ears open for more clues.
A gnome catches wildreds eye and a sensation comes over him that he hasn't felt before....
(Assuming the gnome playing a flute is still in view,if not just disregard)
Wildred says to balliol"over there the gnome playing the flute,do you feel anything uncomfortable or is it just me?...I must admit I've not felt myself ever since my potential river dipping!"
Balliol listens as Wildred's comment on the gnome with the flute. He hadn't yet noticed anything about him, but now he while trying to appear not to do so, he focused more of his attention on the little creature. This carnival was an amazing place. Lots of fun, but lots of stuff going on behind the scenes as well. And now devilish gnome flute players. How often hadn't he been warned against just such a thing? About as often as he'd dreamed of riding snails or as frequently as he had met pumpkin-headed, literary bugbears. The carnival was . . . odd. (Thought the 6' tall rabbit with a bright red cap who sat talking to a wizard whose glasses kept changing colors and who had just had a massive giggling fit.)
Halei & Stalker
Halei, you make your way over to the competition table, and it is piled high with small, glazed cupcakes, each filled with a dollop of berry custard.
There are five seats. Spectators watching the competition see from left to right in chairs numbered one to five.
Kronmil pipes up, "Ha, here you go, lass. Sit yourself down." He pulls the third chair out, gesturing for Halei to sit down. "You're so tiny. How you gonna fit all of those cupcakes in" and he bellows with laughter.
Jadduna, grabs Stalker by the back of his shirt and yanks him down into seat number five. "Let's see what you got! Beat me, and the ale's on me, Tharn!"
How can you both resist. Halei in chair three and Stalker in chair five. Halei and Stalker, please roll a d100.
Wildred & Balliol
You are torn between watching the cupcake eating competition and...
For Wildred and Balliols eyes only...
You watch as the musical gnome watches you. Just like this.
Stalker winks at Jadduna. "I'll buy if you win. From where do you hail? Do you come to this establishment often? That's a lovely suit of chain you have there." Dwarven flirting is always awkward.
"Oh, don't you worry, I haven't eaten all day and I am STARVING. I'm sure I'll manage," Halei laughs in return, rolling her shoulders back in pseudo-confidence. In reality, she has no hope of winning, she doesn't even like frosting! But the challenge is exciting. She calls to Stalker, "Good luck! If anyone has any luck at winning it's you!" She spots her other friends across the way and throws them a wave.
(roll was 80)
Watch, listen and ponder. It was a rabbits lot at the moment. The gnome was odd and that white frog . . . an oddity at a carnival filled with oddities. Watch, listen and ponder.
Stalker, thinking all of this is silly, smiles and nods at Halei. "Well, if I must, I will give it my best! In the words of the immortal bard....'let's get it on'!!!"
(Wildred would like to approach the gnome bard is there a cup to put some silver in or is it just part of the show?)
Balliol
Wildred wonders off. Halei waves to you from the competition table afar, but you are captivated by the gnome's friendly yet steely gaze. A Dragonborn server attends to you. Her scales are the pale green of jasmine tea, her eyes as blue as its steeping water, and her perfume, the scent of baked tarts and cinnamon. She smiles and welcomes you. "What d'ya fancy?" Her voice is soothing, but you cannot help noticing the rows of sharp teeth hidden behind her lips. "Something sweet. Butter tarts, scones, spun sugar. Griffon shaped pastries filled with stewed and sweetened fruit. Or something to fill your belly. Dragon egg omelettes with a foraged salad, Beetroot Tarte Tatin and goat's cheese, Wine braised oxtail with roasted carrots and beans. Savoury elven bread pudding with fairy ring mushrooms." Reaching into her coat pocket, she pulls out a tankard and plonks it in front of you. Then from her back pockets, she pulls two bottles. "Norfolk Cider," she says as she wiggles the bottle in her left hand, "Blackberry Murry", and shakes the bottle in her right hand. "Or something else, perhaps?"
Wildred, You stand and wander on over for a closer look at the gnome bard. Her playing and singing is enchanting, and there are quite a few others sitting on the grass in front of her enjoying her music. You can't see anywhere to toss your coin. She continues her playing and singing and smiling.
The sound of feedback splits the ambience, and a humanoid jackal enlivens the crowd with his carnivalesque speech. "Fey Folk and guests. Welcome to the Feating Orchard and this evening's cupcake eating contest. The rules are simple. Our five contestants each have until the sand falls from the glass," holding up and hourglass, he shakes it above his head, "to eat all the cupcakes they can. Or until they can't." Parading in front of the table, the jackal takes a cupcake from the top of the enormous pile and stuffs it in his mouth. Muffled and near inaudibly, he encourages, "Contestants, are you ready to fill your bellies with light and fluffy custard pastries?"
Watching for the approving nods of the five contestants as they crouch over the table and ready for the start. He flamboyantly spins the hourglass with the talent of a cocktail tender and slams it down on the table, yelling, "You are GO!"
Stalker & Halei
You reach out in front and grab your first cupcake. Hand over hand stuffing them into your mount.
Contest Rolls:
It's a strong start for all the contestants, except Jadduna. She seems to have stopped after her third cupcake. Nuunk is stuffing his face like he hasn't eaten for a year. With Halei, Kronmil and Stalker following up with quite a fair chase. How does the wood-elf keep up like that? This is the question on many spectators' minds as Halei keeps shovelling them in.
The standings so far
Jadduna's dwarven face and lips turn pale blue as some of the spectators realise that she is choking. Still unnoticed by the other contestants and the competition's caller, The Jackel.
Wildred walks away back to the tables trying not to get distracted,he is drawn to the gnome,but it suddenly dawns on him he was here to get food!!the gnome had momentarily made him forget is hunger as his tummy gives out a big rumble"il have a pasties please"
Balliol looks up at the dragonborn. "I'll take the omelet and salad, please. Filling the belly sounds like a good thing?" He then glanced at the bottles. "I don't suppose you have any beverages that are a bit more . . . carroty? A juice or a cider . . . either would do." He then turned his attention briefly back to the bard. Nodding in the gnome's direction he asked the green and toothy dragonborn, "Is the gnome always so enchanting? He seems to draw in his crowd in an almost magical way."
OOC: If they don't have a carrot beverage he will take the cider - alcoholic apple variety, I assume?