Listening to Sam attempt to draw proceedings into talks of dessert, Tibus quickly draws the meeting to a close. Each council member stands and leads their champion into a separate room.
Sam has a brief meeting with Jimmy, who brought along Drawlin who brought along Sam's newly completed armor. Sam grunts and complains as he dons his plate armor, not an easy or happy task and it being just to show off for the hoity toity crowd makes Sam no happier about it. Drawlin advised there may be some side benefits to the new armor but that it'll be a test it and see situation. What with the Earthencore being used for the base material and Hazel the Witch consulting in the making, Drawlin has suspicions but no promises. Great, Sam thinks with an eyeroll but he knows the work Drawlin put in helping Sam craft it so he keeps his smartass comments to himself. Once Drawlin has wished Sam luck at the shindig and Jimmy gives him one more reminder to be on his best behavior, those two depart and Sam is shown to a waiting room... To wait. For what seems like forever. Sam is not good at waiting.
Sam waits impatiently in the dimly lit chamber.Sam is not pacing but he’s not relaxed enough to sit and wait so he stands and shifts and shifts here and there trying to make his new armor sit just right.Seemingly with every shift there is a grinding noise from his new Earthencore Plate Armor that fills the room as small bits of dirt and sand are ground away and leave a fine dust where he stands. Then again, that may just be Sam’s imagination…. He is nervous about the new armor that Dwarlin and himself crafter, nervous about the upcoming pomp and circumstance and just generally anxious for the others to arrive.The room is thick with all this self made nervousness and Sam’s self awareness that it’s all in his head is only making it worse.
The Earthencore Plate Armor is a sight to behold. The dull, slate gray plates, which appear more like finely chiseled stone than traditionally worked metal armor, seem almost to absorb the ambient light. It's as if it’s been carved from the very earth itself. The muted gray hue is punctuated by two thick lines of gold that run from the front, under each arm pit, and gracefully over his shoulders. The gold accents gleam softly, adding a touch of regal elegance to the otherwise rugged and ancient-looking armor.
The centerpiece of this remarkable ensemble, however, is the pauldron on Sam's left shoulder. It's a grotesque yet captivating sight: a bronze-cast skull of Rynwell the Hag, her eerie visage frozen in a sinister snarl. Two short, broken-off antlers protrude from the skull, casting eerie shadows on the wall as they catch the flickering candlelight. The juxtaposition of the bronze skull against the gray Earthencore highlights the grim reminder of past battle and the challenge Sam and the others faced and overcame as a group.
As Sam shifts impatiently from one foot to the other, the armor emits a soft but audible grating of stone on stone, like a mountain shifting in response to the elements. As Sam waits for the others and whatever lies ahead he cannot help but wonder just what kind of image he portrays in the new armor. He was of course very proud of his craftsmanship and what he and Drawlin were able to accomplish together but… Did they do it right? What kind of impression will the armor make? Sam was confident in it’s strength and protectiveness but he worries if perhaps the golden tough added by Drawlin will seem too pretentious or if the skull will seem too morbid. Bah, screw it… It is what it is, Sam tells himself for the twentieth time in the last ten minutes… And then he shifts a bit more, hears the grinding and envisions the little pigpen cloud of dust he’ll make every time he moves and starts doubting himself once more…
Muir enters the room and sees Sam in his new armor. Muir too was given new clothes for the celebration which included a new cloak. Muir decided to wear the druidic clothes made from natural materials. The clothes were of cotten and dyed several colors the druids take from nature, flowers, leaves, mosses, and mash up into dyes. The cloak also green with a hood that's down. "Hello Sam, I feel like I have not seen any of our group over the last few days. Weird I was the only one I found in the house! Your armor....That is quite a sight. Is that skull....Is that Rynwell? That is oh I do hope we don't have to go to the fae plane any time soon...." Muir leaves it at that. "Is this where you've been? Your work is masterful. You are quite the smith. I have so much to tell everyone. I guess that's for later though....What is your armor made of? It doesn't look like the regular irons and steal smiths usually rip from the ground."
"Wouldn't need to rip it from the ground if the ground would surrender it more easily," Sam counters. "Do you druids wait for every leaf and berry, fruit and vegetable to fall loose to the ground before you put it to your needs? Was your fanciful new cloak there found whole under a tree, a gift of nature unto thee?"
"But truth is I mainly did the grunt work on the armor. The artistry is from my friend Drawlin," Sam answers. "The ore came from the hill just outside Trundlesten. Where the dwarves and the bird were fighting. The hill had not been there before I planted the tree. While you all slept in the tree I dug around in the hill a bit... Found what Drawlin calls Earthencore. The rest, as they say..."
"As for the skull, it is only a casting. It was our first big victory as a team, seemed appropriate to commemorate it. If the Fae take offense then they should police their own so that we don't have to clean up there messes here. If they wish to be offended then they are no friends of ours anyway."
Muir ignores Sam’s questions of nature. He knows there’s no use explaining the circle of nature etc. etc. and focuses more on the hill and earthencore “Sam do you know what you’ve discovered!? That ore you mined is from the earth plane for a lack of better words. All the creatures that have come from your seeds are from the earth plane. It’s one of the planes that are aligning and causing the portals to open. This is amazing that you molded this and….wait what are the properties? Does it bestow any gifts to the one that dons the armor?! I have so many questions….was there anything alive in this hill? Creatures that came with it? Plants? Etc?!”
"Do I look like someone who was examining the plant life?" Sam asks with a smirk. "You were there. The dwarves that were fighting the bird likely came from the tree portal. My armor was formed from the armor they wore and the ore I tore from the hill. But besides them and the dwarves mounts I wasn't looking for new life forms..."
"The armor bestows the gift of protection, as armor should. There may be more to it, all things considered, but this is the first time I wore it so..." Sam shrugs.
"The real question though is about this fine cloak of yours," Sam counters, reaching out to gently touch the material. "Where did this come from? Is this a Hog creation already?" Sam circles Muir and looks over the cloak as best he can to determine what it was made of and the finery of it all.
Muir shakes his head "There is more to life than smashing rocks for ore....I didn't expect you to examine life just enarly notice something, anything......Nevermind.....I will send some Keepers to examine the mound more closely or if we have spare time we can plant one of your seeds again and see what comes out. It is exciting to think that you have a key to a rift or possibly a portal! As for my cloak, it was given to me by one of the other Keepers. I didn't ask where they got it...Tez her name is...She has been out and about fighting for the poor against those who would destroy nature and not allow the poor to work in balance with nature." Muir stands behind a piece of furniture and vanishes as he puts the hood up. He takes the hood down and reappears smiling
As Muir pulls the hood up Sam watches as the colours of the cloak shift, and make Sam's head hurt a little, it's not that Muir is completely invisible, but he is hidden, basically in plain sight. Sam takes a side step and then back again, the loxodon is right there, but his outline and colours match that of the stone wall behind him, it is like trying to pick out an object from a magic eye illustration. Then the hood comes down and Muir appears once more.
Elthana enters the room, having actually prepared herself for the coming festivities. She sees her friends, also dressed up for the occasion and smiles.
Walking in to the apparent 'waiting room', Elthana is wearing a dress. It is black as night, tight in all the practical places with a long section of material which tapers to a point in the front and back, split at the sides of the legs for movement. The fabric is finely woven silk, with elements of black velvet patterned down the shoulders, warm but breathable. It moves with her body as though it was made just for her. Her typically wild hair is pulled back in a low chignon, though wisps have escaped, framing her face.
The only thing that is still the same is the bags under her eyes and the weariness upon her countenance. The smile she gives her friends does her face wonders though and she looks like the woman they know.
She walks up to Sam without a word and starts looking at his new armor, almost uncomfortably close. She reaches out and starts tracing the lines of gold with her fingertips. She pauses as she gets to the hag's liking in his shoulder. Finally, she looks up at him, mirth dancing in her eyes a bit, a little of herself coming back from the waif they saw in the council chambers earlier. "I like this. Did you make it? It truly suits you."
She then gives Sam his space back and takes hold of the end of Muir's new cloak and looks at it closely. "This is amazing. Who would have thought it possible to make a loxodon hard to find?" she smirks as she says this. Starting to feel a bit more normal being with Muir and Sam again after so many days. "Where are the others?"
Hummina hummina hummina, Sam thinks as Elthana enters. Luckily he is a bit speechless at the time though it is possible his jaw drops a bit and his eyes open wide. As she steps up to give him a close inspection Sam is fully aware that he is warm and sweating and has an urge to hold his helmet in front of him instead of under his arm. When he fingertips touch the gold trim he cannot help but shiver and subconsciously wants to step back... But manages not to. He breaks out of it a bit when she speaks to him, however, though he does blush at the compliment and smile goofily.
"I uh," he stammers. "I helped. 'Twas Drawlin and me. Oh, and Hazel... She's a witch from the outskirts of the Tangles. Well, maybe not a witch witch but that's what the people say, you know? They appreciate her help but are a bit afraid of her too and... well.. She just kind of supervised a bit. I know her from back in the day when... Well... I'm sorry, I'm rambling a bit..." Sam forces a laugh and is relieved a bit when Elthana turns her attention to Muir instead.
"Muir was just telling me about the evils of taking from nature," Sam explains. "But has been avoiding saying how his cloak was made..." Sam drops Elthana a wink to show that he is just giving Muir a hard time but then that wink feels weird...
"But... um... You. You look... I mean we got new stuff but you... Wow. That dress.... it... you... Nice." Sam blusters through the words realizing he sounds like a fool but unable to stop himself.
Muir smiles at Sam and adds "Indeed and Sam was telling me how he never notices living organisms other than us who he travels with." Muir takes a crack at his own joke and winks back at Sam except Muir's wink is a blink. "My cloak was given to me by another Keeper. It will help me blend in with backgrounds and hide in plain sight. It is good to see you up Elthana and a little more like yourself. Even if it is only slightly. I have not seen anyone over the last few days other than you. I do not know where anyone has been or what they've been up to....well other than Sam who mad making this armor from ore taken from the thill that came from the seed. His seeds are connected to the earthen realm as your orb is connected to the air plane....It is all so very exciting to think about all these different realms and planes...." Muir pauses and catches himself from rambling on. "I uh yes anyway"
Time passes and it seems to take Vin awhile before he shows up. Eventually Vin wonders into the room with the others certain he's last to join them having been delayed. It seems they've had another change of outfit even after their careful consideration of clothing before meeting with the council. He beams with a smile as he walks in with a very regal and very Cavalcade colored outfit. He seems quite proud of it.
The blue cloth or high quality fabric wrapped around him in an ornate sharpe designed cloak. Gold trim is the secondary color to couple with the blue. Giving the Cavalcade its presence in the design. Where Vin often wears darker colors it's like the darkness has been hidden beneath his outfit. The inner lining of the cloak showing the black flip side but that inner dark color only serves to highlight the golds and blues. A mix of belts affixed to the outfit gives the look of use and function rather then simply an outfit for display. What good adventurer wouldn't be prepared afterall?
Nef comes in behind them looking dark and foreboding as her red eyes clash with the vibrant blues and golds of the new garments Vin has. She scans the room as if expecting intruders but seeing only the group of familiar faces she's grown accustomed to she seems to lose interest. Vin looks around as well but instead of boredom he seems to look happily and excitedly at his companions.
"Seems we still got a bit to wait. How's everyone feeling?"
Muir smiles at Vincent "We are fine. Patiently waiting but the real question is how are you? You have to deliver the big speech. Are you prepared? Have you written your speech?"
"Oh gods. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried but I do have a speech ready. I really wanted to emphasize city unity and working together. I hope people like it. We are going to need all the unity we can get if stuff like that keeps happening." Vin is shaking a bit. Nef sides up beside him and pushes her head into his hand and it stops as he begins to absent-mindedly pet her.
Elthana smiles at Sam and addresses Muir, "Yes.. a bit. Looking forward to getting back to our new house and getting settled. I've had enough of the home life to last me.. well, a while. Are you going to be able to assist again with Griff after today? I hope we can try again tomorrow."
As Vin enters with yet another change of clothes, Elthana raises an eyebrow, "I thought the other outfit was good, but yes, this suits you better. Going to have yet another one tomorrow?" she teases. And ignores Neferox.
Vin blushes a bit but smiles as Elthana mentions the new change of clothes. "Haha, thanks. Goodness, I hope not. I don't normally fret about fashion too much and it was making my head spin this morning. This was given to me by Lord Hariman and Professor Wooswin. Given only to those that complete a difficult mission."
"Well look at what we have here,"Gewyn says walking in tardy as always. "Everyone's looking stunning for the big day"
Gewyn's outfit looks rich and luxurious, though almost subtle by his standards. He has on a high collared gothic tailcoat made of rich purple velvet to match his pants, and the front is unbuttoned to reveal a sleek silk undershirt of pure white, though the fabric is so fine that the red of his skin shows through a bit. The top four buttons are undone to show off a good portion of his chest. Draped over his shoulders is a long scintillating cape of deep purple and black.
He takes his final step into the room, turns his front foot out, and places his hands on his hips. With that, the cape billows out behind him dramatically, though there is no wind in the room. Then he looks to all the others. There is a moment of hesitation that passes over his face like a flash, but he moves quickly past it. Eyes going over Elthana, he gives a low whistle. "Normally I like you in leather, but this is a good look for you."
"Muir, that cloak suits you. Lends you a certain gravitas. And Vin, you are looking good. Confident. Ready for your speech."
He looks to Sam next. "Sam..."He says, nodding his head in acknowledgement. "Auntie..."He nods again at Sam's shoulder guard before doing an exaggerated double take. "All that aside, How are we a feeling?"
Before Gewyn comes in Muir nods to Elthana "Indeed, I will go with you to aid Griff again. I have so many more questions......" Muir trails off as Gewyn enters. Muir smiles at Gewyn who expectedly is late "We are good....just waiting for this to commence. When this is all done, I have much to share about my doings over the last few days."
“Griff?” Sam asks in surprise when they are mentioned. “I woulda thought he’d flown the coop by now. He’s not moved on yet?” Sam kind of studies the reactions of the two trying to figure out if there’s shenanigans or mystery or just the dude lingering for some reason..,
“Try what, exactly?”
“Well look at this, the kids a regular fashion plate!” Sam says through a grin when Vin enters. “Seriously, looking good. Just as good as earlier but perhaps a bit more practical, eh? Those official duds from the Cavalcade or…?”
“And couldn’t they have done something about Neferox here?” Sam asks, joking again. “A nice blue matching collar… or a bath?”
“Preferably a bath,” he fakes whispering.
“Seems we’re all getting special duds… Or at least new. Not sure your clothes do anything magical like the rest of ours…” Sam was unaware of Elthana’s clothes doing anything magical but the way they fit her… well, Sam was keeping his mouth shut about that.
“What was the mission?” Sam asks Vin, trying to get his mind off of… other things.
When Gewyn makes his entrance Sam is not surprised in the last. In fact he almost expected a more fanciful and dramatic reappearance. He was looking too notch and definitely well suited to represent his faction. He was a bit unsure what to say but then lost all train of thought when Gewyn spoke first…
“I’m not your Auntie,” Sam responds with genuine confusion. “Wha…?”
Vin looks curiously between Elthana and Muir when they talk about Griff. He was about to ask about that when Gewyn walks in and Vin smiles. He doesn't seem at all surprised at how he's dressed. When he asks about the speech Vin nods and says "Yeah. I think so. Going to be a big day. A lot will change and I'm not sure what that means for me yet but... I'm definitely more excited then nervous. Especially since you're all here." Despite this he makes sure he has a nicely folded note in his pocket. Looks like it's got quite a bit written on it.
When Muir brings up Griff and their own doings Vin adds "Yeah, gewyn and I were pretty busy too. He really helped me a lot. I have something to share too. Actually, I got something for you, Elthana, to take a look at when you get a chance. Gewyn you'll want to see it too. Sounds like Elthana and Muir are both busy helping Griff though. Something happen to them?"
As Sam adds to the situation Vin says "I tried to offer a matching outfit for her but she declined. The mission was Hokum. Saving it. It was definitely a difficult mission. I proved im worthy of this, though... I think you all had more impact then me. Im glad i could help and show i can do this though." Nef just kinda glares at Sam then sticks her nose up at him as if he smells bad. The message clear on who smells worse. The hound seems to be in good spirits today. Nef seems almost as excited as Vin is about the oncoming speech.
Listening to Sam attempt to draw proceedings into talks of dessert, Tibus quickly draws the meeting to a close. Each council member stands and leads their champion into a separate room.
Sam has a brief meeting with Jimmy, who brought along Drawlin who brought along Sam's newly completed armor. Sam grunts and complains as he dons his plate armor, not an easy or happy task and it being just to show off for the hoity toity crowd makes Sam no happier about it. Drawlin advised there may be some side benefits to the new armor but that it'll be a test it and see situation. What with the Earthencore being used for the base material and Hazel the Witch consulting in the making, Drawlin has suspicions but no promises. Great, Sam thinks with an eyeroll but he knows the work Drawlin put in helping Sam craft it so he keeps his smartass comments to himself. Once Drawlin has wished Sam luck at the shindig and Jimmy gives him one more reminder to be on his best behavior, those two depart and Sam is shown to a waiting room... To wait. For what seems like forever. Sam is not good at waiting.
Sam waits impatiently in the dimly lit chamber. Sam is not pacing but he’s not relaxed enough to sit and wait so he stands and shifts and shifts here and there trying to make his new armor sit just right. Seemingly with every shift there is a grinding noise from his new Earthencore Plate Armor that fills the room as small bits of dirt and sand are ground away and leave a fine dust where he stands. Then again, that may just be Sam’s imagination…. He is nervous about the new armor that Dwarlin and himself crafter, nervous about the upcoming pomp and circumstance and just generally anxious for the others to arrive. The room is thick with all this self made nervousness and Sam’s self awareness that it’s all in his head is only making it worse.
The Earthencore Plate Armor is a sight to behold. The dull, slate gray plates, which appear more like finely chiseled stone than traditionally worked metal armor, seem almost to absorb the ambient light. It's as if it’s been carved from the very earth itself. The muted gray hue is punctuated by two thick lines of gold that run from the front, under each arm pit, and gracefully over his shoulders. The gold accents gleam softly, adding a touch of regal elegance to the otherwise rugged and ancient-looking armor.
The centerpiece of this remarkable ensemble, however, is the pauldron on Sam's left shoulder. It's a grotesque yet captivating sight: a bronze-cast skull of Rynwell the Hag, her eerie visage frozen in a sinister snarl. Two short, broken-off antlers protrude from the skull, casting eerie shadows on the wall as they catch the flickering candlelight. The juxtaposition of the bronze skull against the gray Earthencore highlights the grim reminder of past battle and the challenge Sam and the others faced and overcame as a group.
As Sam shifts impatiently from one foot to the other, the armor emits a soft but audible grating of stone on stone, like a mountain shifting in response to the elements. As Sam waits for the others and whatever lies ahead he cannot help but wonder just what kind of image he portrays in the new armor. He was of course very proud of his craftsmanship and what he and Drawlin were able to accomplish together but… Did they do it right? What kind of impression will the armor make? Sam was confident in it’s strength and protectiveness but he worries if perhaps the golden tough added by Drawlin will seem too pretentious or if the skull will seem too morbid. Bah, screw it… It is what it is, Sam tells himself for the twentieth time in the last ten minutes… And then he shifts a bit more, hears the grinding and envisions the little pigpen cloud of dust he’ll make every time he moves and starts doubting himself once more…
Muir enters the room and sees Sam in his new armor. Muir too was given new clothes for the celebration which included a new cloak. Muir decided to wear the druidic clothes made from natural materials. The clothes were of cotten and dyed several colors the druids take from nature, flowers, leaves, mosses, and mash up into dyes. The cloak also green with a hood that's down. "Hello Sam, I feel like I have not seen any of our group over the last few days. Weird I was the only one I found in the house! Your armor....That is quite a sight. Is that skull....Is that Rynwell? That is oh I do hope we don't have to go to the fae plane any time soon...." Muir leaves it at that. "Is this where you've been? Your work is masterful. You are quite the smith. I have so much to tell everyone. I guess that's for later though....What is your armor made of? It doesn't look like the regular irons and steal smiths usually rip from the ground."
"Wouldn't need to rip it from the ground if the ground would surrender it more easily," Sam counters. "Do you druids wait for every leaf and berry, fruit and vegetable to fall loose to the ground before you put it to your needs? Was your fanciful new cloak there found whole under a tree, a gift of nature unto thee?"
"But truth is I mainly did the grunt work on the armor. The artistry is from my friend Drawlin," Sam answers. "The ore came from the hill just outside Trundlesten. Where the dwarves and the bird were fighting. The hill had not been there before I planted the tree. While you all slept in the tree I dug around in the hill a bit... Found what Drawlin calls Earthencore. The rest, as they say..."
"As for the skull, it is only a casting. It was our first big victory as a team, seemed appropriate to commemorate it. If the Fae take offense then they should police their own so that we don't have to clean up there messes here. If they wish to be offended then they are no friends of ours anyway."
Muir ignores Sam’s questions of nature. He knows there’s no use explaining the circle of nature etc. etc. and focuses more on the hill and earthencore “Sam do you know what you’ve discovered!? That ore you mined is from the earth plane for a lack of better words. All the creatures that have come from your seeds are from the earth plane. It’s one of the planes that are aligning and causing the portals to open. This is amazing that you molded this and….wait what are the properties? Does it bestow any gifts to the one that dons the armor?! I have so many questions….was there anything alive in this hill? Creatures that came with it? Plants? Etc?!”
"Do I look like someone who was examining the plant life?" Sam asks with a smirk. "You were there. The dwarves that were fighting the bird likely came from the tree portal. My armor was formed from the armor they wore and the ore I tore from the hill. But besides them and the dwarves mounts I wasn't looking for new life forms..."
"The armor bestows the gift of protection, as armor should. There may be more to it, all things considered, but this is the first time I wore it so..." Sam shrugs.
"The real question though is about this fine cloak of yours," Sam counters, reaching out to gently touch the material. "Where did this come from? Is this a Hog creation already?" Sam circles Muir and looks over the cloak as best he can to determine what it was made of and the finery of it all.
Muir shakes his head "There is more to life than smashing rocks for ore....I didn't expect you to examine life just enarly notice something, anything......Nevermind.....I will send some Keepers to examine the mound more closely or if we have spare time we can plant one of your seeds again and see what comes out. It is exciting to think that you have a key to a rift or possibly a portal! As for my cloak, it was given to me by one of the other Keepers. I didn't ask where they got it...Tez her name is...She has been out and about fighting for the poor against those who would destroy nature and not allow the poor to work in balance with nature." Muir stands behind a piece of furniture and vanishes as he puts the hood up. He takes the hood down and reappears smiling
As Muir pulls the hood up Sam watches as the colours of the cloak shift, and make Sam's head hurt a little, it's not that Muir is completely invisible, but he is hidden, basically in plain sight. Sam takes a side step and then back again, the loxodon is right there, but his outline and colours match that of the stone wall behind him, it is like trying to pick out an object from a magic eye illustration. Then the hood comes down and Muir appears once more.
Elthana enters the room, having actually prepared herself for the coming festivities. She sees her friends, also dressed up for the occasion and smiles.
Walking in to the apparent 'waiting room', Elthana is wearing a dress. It is black as night, tight in all the practical places with a long section of material which tapers to a point in the front and back, split at the sides of the legs for movement. The fabric is finely woven silk, with elements of black velvet patterned down the shoulders, warm but breathable. It moves with her body as though it was made just for her. Her typically wild hair is pulled back in a low chignon, though wisps have escaped, framing her face.
The only thing that is still the same is the bags under her eyes and the weariness upon her countenance. The smile she gives her friends does her face wonders though and she looks like the woman they know.
She walks up to Sam without a word and starts looking at his new armor, almost uncomfortably close. She reaches out and starts tracing the lines of gold with her fingertips. She pauses as she gets to the hag's liking in his shoulder. Finally, she looks up at him, mirth dancing in her eyes a bit, a little of herself coming back from the waif they saw in the council chambers earlier. "I like this. Did you make it? It truly suits you."
She then gives Sam his space back and takes hold of the end of Muir's new cloak and looks at it closely. "This is amazing. Who would have thought it possible to make a loxodon hard to find?" she smirks as she says this. Starting to feel a bit more normal being with Muir and Sam again after so many days. "Where are the others?"
Hummina hummina hummina, Sam thinks as Elthana enters. Luckily he is a bit speechless at the time though it is possible his jaw drops a bit and his eyes open wide. As she steps up to give him a close inspection Sam is fully aware that he is warm and sweating and has an urge to hold his helmet in front of him instead of under his arm. When he fingertips touch the gold trim he cannot help but shiver and subconsciously wants to step back... But manages not to. He breaks out of it a bit when she speaks to him, however, though he does blush at the compliment and smile goofily.
"I uh," he stammers. "I helped. 'Twas Drawlin and me. Oh, and Hazel... She's a witch from the outskirts of the Tangles. Well, maybe not a witch witch but that's what the people say, you know? They appreciate her help but are a bit afraid of her too and... well.. She just kind of supervised a bit. I know her from back in the day when... Well... I'm sorry, I'm rambling a bit..." Sam forces a laugh and is relieved a bit when Elthana turns her attention to Muir instead.
"Muir was just telling me about the evils of taking from nature," Sam explains. "But has been avoiding saying how his cloak was made..." Sam drops Elthana a wink to show that he is just giving Muir a hard time but then that wink feels weird...
"But... um... You. You look... I mean we got new stuff but you... Wow. That dress.... it... you... Nice." Sam blusters through the words realizing he sounds like a fool but unable to stop himself.
"Where ARE the others?" Sam agrees quickly.
Muir smiles at Sam and adds "Indeed and Sam was telling me how he never notices living organisms other than us who he travels with." Muir takes a crack at his own joke and winks back at Sam except Muir's wink is a blink. "My cloak was given to me by another Keeper. It will help me blend in with backgrounds and hide in plain sight. It is good to see you up Elthana and a little more like yourself. Even if it is only slightly. I have not seen anyone over the last few days other than you. I do not know where anyone has been or what they've been up to....well other than Sam who mad making this armor from ore taken from the thill that came from the seed. His seeds are connected to the earthen realm as your orb is connected to the air plane....It is all so very exciting to think about all these different realms and planes...." Muir pauses and catches himself from rambling on. "I uh yes anyway"
Time passes and it seems to take Vin awhile before he shows up. Eventually Vin wonders into the room with the others certain he's last to join them having been delayed. It seems they've had another change of outfit even after their careful consideration of clothing before meeting with the council. He beams with a smile as he walks in with a very regal and very Cavalcade colored outfit. He seems quite proud of it.
The blue cloth or high quality fabric wrapped around him in an ornate sharpe designed cloak. Gold trim is the secondary color to couple with the blue. Giving the Cavalcade its presence in the design. Where Vin often wears darker colors it's like the darkness has been hidden beneath his outfit. The inner lining of the cloak showing the black flip side but that inner dark color only serves to highlight the golds and blues. A mix of belts affixed to the outfit gives the look of use and function rather then simply an outfit for display. What good adventurer wouldn't be prepared afterall?
Nef comes in behind them looking dark and foreboding as her red eyes clash with the vibrant blues and golds of the new garments Vin has. She scans the room as if expecting intruders but seeing only the group of familiar faces she's grown accustomed to she seems to lose interest. Vin looks around as well but instead of boredom he seems to look happily and excitedly at his companions.
"Seems we still got a bit to wait. How's everyone feeling?"
Muir smiles at Vincent "We are fine. Patiently waiting but the real question is how are you? You have to deliver the big speech. Are you prepared? Have you written your speech?"
"Oh gods. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried but I do have a speech ready. I really wanted to emphasize city unity and working together. I hope people like it. We are going to need all the unity we can get if stuff like that keeps happening." Vin is shaking a bit. Nef sides up beside him and pushes her head into his hand and it stops as he begins to absent-mindedly pet her.
Elthana smiles at Sam and addresses Muir, "Yes.. a bit. Looking forward to getting back to our new house and getting settled. I've had enough of the home life to last me.. well, a while. Are you going to be able to assist again with Griff after today? I hope we can try again tomorrow."
As Vin enters with yet another change of clothes, Elthana raises an eyebrow, "I thought the other outfit was good, but yes, this suits you better. Going to have yet another one tomorrow?" she teases. And ignores Neferox.
Vin blushes a bit but smiles as Elthana mentions the new change of clothes. "Haha, thanks. Goodness, I hope not. I don't normally fret about fashion too much and it was making my head spin this morning. This was given to me by Lord Hariman and Professor Wooswin. Given only to those that complete a difficult mission."
"Well look at what we have here," Gewyn says walking in tardy as always. "Everyone's looking stunning for the big day"
Gewyn's outfit looks rich and luxurious, though almost subtle by his standards. He has on a high collared gothic tailcoat made of rich purple velvet to match his pants, and the front is unbuttoned to reveal a sleek silk undershirt of pure white, though the fabric is so fine that the red of his skin shows through a bit. The top four buttons are undone to show off a good portion of his chest. Draped over his shoulders is a long scintillating cape of deep purple and black.
He takes his final step into the room, turns his front foot out, and places his hands on his hips. With that, the cape billows out behind him dramatically, though there is no wind in the room. Then he looks to all the others. There is a moment of hesitation that passes over his face like a flash, but he moves quickly past it. Eyes going over Elthana, he gives a low whistle. "Normally I like you in leather, but this is a good look for you."
"Muir, that cloak suits you. Lends you a certain gravitas. And Vin, you are looking good. Confident. Ready for your speech."
He looks to Sam next. "Sam..." He says, nodding his head in acknowledgement. "Auntie..." He nods again at Sam's shoulder guard before doing an exaggerated double take. "All that aside, How are we a feeling?"
Before Gewyn comes in Muir nods to Elthana "Indeed, I will go with you to aid Griff again. I have so many more questions......" Muir trails off as Gewyn enters. Muir smiles at Gewyn who expectedly is late "We are good....just waiting for this to commence. When this is all done, I have much to share about my doings over the last few days."
“Griff?” Sam asks in surprise when they are mentioned. “I woulda thought he’d flown the coop by now. He’s not moved on yet?” Sam kind of studies the reactions of the two trying to figure out if there’s shenanigans or mystery or just the dude lingering for some reason..,
“Try what, exactly?”
“Well look at this, the kids a regular fashion plate!” Sam says through a grin when Vin enters. “Seriously, looking good. Just as good as earlier but perhaps a bit more practical, eh? Those official duds from the Cavalcade or…?”
“And couldn’t they have done something about Neferox here?” Sam asks, joking again. “A nice blue matching collar… or a bath?”
“Preferably a bath,” he fakes whispering.
“Seems we’re all getting special duds… Or at least new. Not sure your clothes do anything magical like the rest of ours…” Sam was unaware of Elthana’s clothes doing anything magical but the way they fit her… well, Sam was keeping his mouth shut about that.
“What was the mission?” Sam asks Vin, trying to get his mind off of… other things.
When Gewyn makes his entrance Sam is not surprised in the last. In fact he almost expected a more fanciful and dramatic reappearance. He was looking too notch and definitely well suited to represent his faction. He was a bit unsure what to say but then lost all train of thought when Gewyn spoke first…
“I’m not your Auntie,” Sam responds with genuine confusion. “Wha…?”
Vin looks curiously between Elthana and Muir when they talk about Griff. He was about to ask about that when Gewyn walks in and Vin smiles. He doesn't seem at all surprised at how he's dressed. When he asks about the speech Vin nods and says "Yeah. I think so. Going to be a big day. A lot will change and I'm not sure what that means for me yet but... I'm definitely more excited then nervous. Especially since you're all here." Despite this he makes sure he has a nicely folded note in his pocket. Looks like it's got quite a bit written on it.
When Muir brings up Griff and their own doings Vin adds "Yeah, gewyn and I were pretty busy too. He really helped me a lot. I have something to share too. Actually, I got something for you, Elthana, to take a look at when you get a chance. Gewyn you'll want to see it too. Sounds like Elthana and Muir are both busy helping Griff though. Something happen to them?"
As Sam adds to the situation Vin says "I tried to offer a matching outfit for her but she declined. The mission was Hokum. Saving it. It was definitely a difficult mission. I proved im worthy of this, though... I think you all had more impact then me. Im glad i could help and show i can do this though." Nef just kinda glares at Sam then sticks her nose up at him as if he smells bad. The message clear on who smells worse. The hound seems to be in good spirits today. Nef seems almost as excited as Vin is about the oncoming speech.