Liwen was quite tipsy and waved a hand in acknowledgement at Levna as he slowly mastered is wayward legs back to his room to sleep satisfied with a good night of remembrance and libations "Goodnight all and may you truly embody your roles tomorrow."
Levna lifts another ale gingerly and takes a soul cake from the top of the coffin, helping to rectify any sins Ispin had so he could pass into the heavenly realms instead of becoming a ghost. It was light and tasted of sweet honey.
The gnome has moved on from the Summer Shandy he finished earlier with all the toasts and has instead tried a different brew. Named Bettsie's Betwixing Brown, the ale was more malty than the previous lighter one but pictured a dancing cow with a silly grin on the keg it was drawn from. As the event begins to break apart, the tinker too grabs a Soul Cake. He raps on the coffin twice, "Just for good luck and old times my friend. Peace be upon you until we meet again in the next life. Reorx grant rest upon you" The heavier stout contradicts the sweeter flavor of the cake. With the mug half finished, he pours the rest on the ground outside. "We will share more again when you are laid in your final rest, until then, this much is for you."
With that, the tinker heads to his room with a sad heart, twinged ever so slightly with a hint of excitement at tomorrow's reenactment.
The paladin rises as well, steadying himself against the table for a moment before heading over to the coffin. It is tempting, especially in his inebriated state, to gobble up all of the soul cakes just to be sure, but he limits himself to one. "You'll be alright," he murmurs, reassuring himself more than anything, "It's up to the rest of us now. I-I...won't forget." He gives a shaky nod and heads towards his room, taking bites of the partially crushed cake in his hand.
The kender looks around and sees that people are disappearing to their rooms and she frowns. She isn't ready for the party to be over. She takes a seat and grabs her mug with both hands and looks into her drink. "Ispin and I would stay up till the wee hours of the morning as he entranced us with his tales. I miss those days as I would sleep way past what is proper and I don't know how he did it, but he was always gone on to his next adventure before I could even crawl my way out of bed!"
A tear rolls down her cheek, she's been keeping herself so busy and excited with all the new people and the adventure she was on.. but now the heaviness of it all falls upon her. She downs her ale, sets the mug down and wipes her tear away. She trudges up the steps once everyone has cleared out.
Becklin gently touched Vexis shoulder, It is good to cry, his memories bless us all. Now of to bed with you. You'll have a busy day ahead of you with the festivities tomorrow.
Becklin turns and heads out of the Tavern, a slight roll to her walk. It's been awhile since she'd attended a wake, and she forced herself to make her way back to the Keep and a nice warm bed.
Vardok puts his arm around Vexi when she tears up, describing Ispin’s visits, he watches her finish her beer. “I know.. I miss him too. Let’s go get some shuteye. Tomorrow is a big day.” Vardok climbs the stairs and heads off to bed, feeling tired and sad thinking about the passing of Ispin.
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A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Levna awoke early, her head felt thick, and her movements were slower than normal. She headed off to the bath house behind the inn to sweat the hangover away.
By the time she came back the air was full of the smell of fresh bread and smoked fish. Ispins coffin was gone, she'd have to ask Becklin just when they were going to bury him. Most likely this morning. She gestures to Yalmi the innkeeper and asks for a bowl of fish soup with bread for her breakfast. Did you see Ispin much she asked her.
Yalme laughed, He was here every lunchtime with other members of the watch, said they were protecting the best ale in town!
Becklin awoke with a heavy head, she smiled to herself, Ispin would have been pleased, especially with so many of his friends attending the wake. She had the day free to enjoy the festival, maybe she'd have a go at the fishing competition, that or archery. She'd already put an embroidered shirt into the sewing competition.
She'd better go and find Cudgel and be sure of the time for the re-enactment.
She looked out of her window, and in the distance she saw metal shining in the early morning light. Travellers for the festival? She'd tell the towns guard to keep an eye open.
He woke slowly with groan and keeping his eyes half shut as he slowly put on his boots, robes mumbling about needing 5 more minutes to no one in particular. He stood at the door seriously considering going back to bed, but he urges his legs forward knowing he should be there as his companions reenact that battle. He heads to the counter to order some food and seeing how refreshed Levna looked ask the tavern owner if there was some place to bathe. Huh... a true bath would be blissful.
he trudges over to the bathhouse and cleans himself before almost falling asleep again. He splashes some water on his face and heads back to the common room. Not ready for lengthy conversations he points to the dish Levna was eating and gestures he would want one as well.
He would wince if there were any loud noises like the clatter of plate or cutlery. After a hearty breakfast he is ready to see what the village has in store for him.
Cassian rises slowly, not from weariness of spirit but from the dull, persistent ache behind his temples. The faint remnants of last night’s ale cling to him like morning fog, but he draws a steady breath, straightens his spine, and lets discipline sweep the discomfort aside. A knight does not begin the day complaining of trifles.
He sets to work methodically: buckling his scabbard, checking the edge of his blade with practiced care, then resting his palm against the cool, newly acquired shield. The talisman hangs beneath his tunic, warm against his chest, a reminder of the gods’ return…and of the battles to come. He does not yet speak of it.
Cassian washes, combs his red hair into orderly waves, and ensures his tabard sits clean and straight atop his armor. Whether this is a funeral, a festival, or merely a gathering of friends and strangers, he represents the Knights of the Rose and his family name. Appearances are not vanity; they are duty made visible.
When he descends to the common room, the smell of warm bread and smoked fish greets him. He spots Levna speaking with Yalme and approaches quietly, offering the innkeeper a courteous nod before taking a seat nearby.
“I’m glad to see the morning’s treated you both kindly,” he offers, voice calm and affable as ever despite the faint strain of his headache. He glances toward the doorway where the coffin once rested, a somber shadow passing through his expression. “It seems they’ve already taken Ispin to his resting place. Becklin likely wished to see everything prepared before the village wakes.”
He sits with measured grace, gauntlets folded neatly beside his bowl once it arrives. “Today should honor him properly.He deserves no less than our best...And I'm certain he'd want us to have fun as well." The word 'fun' feels almost alien as he speaks it; ugh, he has been at the front too long.
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Liwen was quite tipsy and waved a hand in acknowledgement at Levna as he slowly mastered is wayward legs back to his room to sleep satisfied with a good night of remembrance and libations "Goodnight all and may you truly embody your roles tomorrow."
Salty,
The gnome has moved on from the Summer Shandy he finished earlier with all the toasts and has instead tried a different brew. Named Bettsie's Betwixing Brown, the ale was more malty than the previous lighter one but pictured a dancing cow with a silly grin on the keg it was drawn from. As the event begins to break apart, the tinker too grabs a Soul Cake. He raps on the coffin twice, "Just for good luck and old times my friend. Peace be upon you until we meet again in the next life. Reorx grant rest upon you" The heavier stout contradicts the sweeter flavor of the cake. With the mug half finished, he pours the rest on the ground outside. "We will share more again when you are laid in your final rest, until then, this much is for you."
With that, the tinker heads to his room with a sad heart, twinged ever so slightly with a hint of excitement at tomorrow's reenactment.
Cassian
The paladin rises as well, steadying himself against the table for a moment before heading over to the coffin. It is tempting, especially in his inebriated state, to gobble up all of the soul cakes just to be sure, but he limits himself to one. "You'll be alright," he murmurs, reassuring himself more than anything, "It's up to the rest of us now. I-I...won't forget." He gives a shaky nod and heads towards his room, taking bites of the partially crushed cake in his hand.
| Kaelen - Shadar-kai Gloom Stalker Ranger - Old Keep | Lira - Half-elf Thief Rogue/Druid - Allansia | Zoveldra - Kalashtar Open Hand Monk - Eberron | Mavilius - Tiefling Eloquence Bard - Golden Vault | Vannithos - Shadar-kai Astral Self Monk - Von Nichts | Cassian - Human Paladin - Dragonlance | Kessintra - Drow Assassin Rogue - Curse of Strahd |
Vexi
The kender looks around and sees that people are disappearing to their rooms and she frowns. She isn't ready for the party to be over. She takes a seat and grabs her mug with both hands and looks into her drink. "Ispin and I would stay up till the wee hours of the morning as he entranced us with his tales. I miss those days as I would sleep way past what is proper and I don't know how he did it, but he was always gone on to his next adventure before I could even crawl my way out of bed!"
A tear rolls down her cheek, she's been keeping herself so busy and excited with all the new people and the adventure she was on.. but now the heaviness of it all falls upon her. She downs her ale, sets the mug down and wipes her tear away. She trudges up the steps once everyone has cleared out.
Becklin gently touched Vexis shoulder, It is good to cry, his memories bless us all. Now of to bed with you. You'll have a busy day ahead of you with the festivities tomorrow.
Becklin turns and heads out of the Tavern, a slight roll to her walk. It's been awhile since she'd attended a wake, and she forced herself to make her way back to the Keep and a nice warm bed.
Vardok
Vardok puts his arm around Vexi when she tears up, describing Ispin’s visits, he watches her finish her beer. “I know.. I miss him too. Let’s go get some shuteye. Tomorrow is a big day.” Vardok climbs the stairs and heads off to bed, feeling tired and sad thinking about the passing of Ispin.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
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Levna awoke early, her head felt thick, and her movements were slower than normal. She headed off to the bath house behind the inn to sweat the hangover away.
By the time she came back the air was full of the smell of fresh bread and smoked fish. Ispins coffin was gone, she'd have to ask Becklin just when they were going to bury him. Most likely this morning. She gestures to Yalmi the innkeeper and asks for a bowl of fish soup with bread for her breakfast. Did you see Ispin much she asked her.
Yalme laughed, He was here every lunchtime with other members of the watch, said they were protecting the best ale in town!
DM
Becklin awoke with a heavy head, she smiled to herself, Ispin would have been pleased, especially with so many of his friends attending the wake. She had the day free to enjoy the festival, maybe she'd have a go at the fishing competition, that or archery. She'd already put an embroidered shirt into the sewing competition.
She'd better go and find Cudgel and be sure of the time for the re-enactment.
She looked out of her window, and in the distance she saw metal shining in the early morning light. Travellers for the festival? She'd tell the towns guard to keep an eye open.
Liwen
He woke slowly with groan and keeping his eyes half shut as he slowly put on his boots, robes mumbling about needing 5 more minutes to no one in particular. He stood at the door seriously considering going back to bed, but he urges his legs forward knowing he should be there as his companions reenact that battle. He heads to the counter to order some food and seeing how refreshed Levna looked ask the tavern owner if there was some place to bathe. Huh... a true bath would be blissful.
he trudges over to the bathhouse and cleans himself before almost falling asleep again. He splashes some water on his face and heads back to the common room. Not ready for lengthy conversations he points to the dish Levna was eating and gestures he would want one as well.
He would wince if there were any loud noises like the clatter of plate or cutlery. After a hearty breakfast he is ready to see what the village has in store for him.
Cassian
Cassian rises slowly, not from weariness of spirit but from the dull, persistent ache behind his temples. The faint remnants of last night’s ale cling to him like morning fog, but he draws a steady breath, straightens his spine, and lets discipline sweep the discomfort aside. A knight does not begin the day complaining of trifles.
He sets to work methodically: buckling his scabbard, checking the edge of his blade with practiced care, then resting his palm against the cool, newly acquired shield. The talisman hangs beneath his tunic, warm against his chest, a reminder of the gods’ return…and of the battles to come. He does not yet speak of it.
Cassian washes, combs his red hair into orderly waves, and ensures his tabard sits clean and straight atop his armor. Whether this is a funeral, a festival, or merely a gathering of friends and strangers, he represents the Knights of the Rose and his family name. Appearances are not vanity; they are duty made visible.
When he descends to the common room, the smell of warm bread and smoked fish greets him. He spots Levna speaking with Yalme and approaches quietly, offering the innkeeper a courteous nod before taking a seat nearby.
“I’m glad to see the morning’s treated you both kindly,” he offers, voice calm and affable as ever despite the faint strain of his headache. He glances toward the doorway where the coffin once rested, a somber shadow passing through his expression. “It seems they’ve already taken Ispin to his resting place. Becklin likely wished to see everything prepared before the village wakes.”
He sits with measured grace, gauntlets folded neatly beside his bowl once it arrives. “Today should honor him properly. He deserves no less than our best...And I'm certain he'd want us to have fun as well." The word 'fun' feels almost alien as he speaks it; ugh, he has been at the front too long.
| Kaelen - Shadar-kai Gloom Stalker Ranger - Old Keep | Lira - Half-elf Thief Rogue/Druid - Allansia | Zoveldra - Kalashtar Open Hand Monk - Eberron | Mavilius - Tiefling Eloquence Bard - Golden Vault | Vannithos - Shadar-kai Astral Self Monk - Von Nichts | Cassian - Human Paladin - Dragonlance | Kessintra - Drow Assassin Rogue - Curse of Strahd |