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Erevan twists and turns and dances and dives through the contest, wondering if perhaps he can truly take the title--and all the privileges that come with it!
Olwer gives the game his best shot, but the crowd seems to have it in for him. Leftover rolls, stews, and fruits go sailing through the air, and everyone seems to want a shot at the much taller target. Olwer stutters and windmills between jumps, before taking a tomato to the shoulder, splattering red juice over his clothes, and he tumbles to the ground. Disqualified. the crowd laughs good-naturedly and some who had thrown projectiles now rush to make sure Olwer is okay, helping him up, wiping up the tomato splatter.
Olwer takes a seat and starts singing a catchy tune. The halflings and gnomes in the tent, impressed with his sportsmanship, happily join in. The whole tent is singing and clapping as Erevan makes his run. He quickly jumps from table to table, dodging thrown objects easily. There is a moment halfway when he nearly stumbles, but somehow the rhythm and cheer of the scene guides his movements and he gracefully spins away from a thrown potato, changing his momentum into a leap to the next table.
((I will be posting a little later today; work stuff this morning and I want to give next post the attention it deserves! Thanks for your patience. This is too much!)
Caught up in the moment, Erevan raises both hands in the air, pumping his fists toward the heavens. He turns slowly in a circle, taking in the crowd. He looks to Olwer and grins, barely able to contain a raucous laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation.
He looks to the stage, seeing if he can catch the mayor's eye. He nimbly skips over toward the stage and looks for the official. "So, explain to me the fine points of the rules, if you please. Do I take the crown now or is there some sort of period where pretenders may vie for it?"
He waits to hear more then heads over to Olwer, high-fiving (well, actually low-fiving) a few admiring halflings and gnomes along the way.
He claps his comrade on the back. "I could not have done this without you, my friend. Your song and verse carried me along the course. Should I keep the crown, it is as much yours as mine."
He lowers his voice and raises an eyebrow. "Olwer, it occurs to me that if we have the crown, we have something that foul gnome wants dearly. I wonder if that will give us leverage over him--or put us in his sights."
He laughs. "Trust me, it is difficult not to boast to him and challenge him through Fez right now. I wonder if I were to offer a wager--if he can't beat my time, he has to free the fair. Or something along those lines. I haven't really figured it out yet. Still basking in my success!"
Erevan, take inspiration for your skillful display and thoughtful contemplation of how you might leverage it.
Unfortunately the mayor is already froggified (post #427) but "the show must go on" as they say and some other official, apparently the mayor's neighbor and drinking buddy, is in charge. He explains that there will be a brief ceremony this evening after supper and the pudding king will be crowned and served the first slice of the Great Pudding. The fellow seriously doubts that anyone will come up with a better time. Most people have already had a go by this time, and don't want to keep trying.
"You flew across the tables like a golden swan, so graceful," he says.
"Oh, I'm pretty sure Patcher Moldwarp will take a keen interest in this matter, yes. We need to play it smart. He hasn't killed anybody yet, not that we know of. He might be holding back and he might be somehow held back. We'll see..."
The pair of you sit in the tent, quietly conversing, snacking, and also enjoying the innocuous ambience. Meanwhile Fez keeps watch on Patcher. At one point the gnome looks at Fez and holds up the piece of wood he’s carving, showing Fez his handiwork. It’s a surprisingly intricate and gruesome figure of a young halfling, choking with hands at throat, and eels bursting out of his stomach. Patcher chuckles and pockets the carving.
Erevan thanks the mayor's stand-in for his kind words. "I am quite surprised as anyone," he says. "I must thank you for the kind words and the warm welcome your village has given to me and my friend. Though I just arrived this morning, I feel like already know so many of these people well, almost as if we had met before!" He chuckles a little at that.
Talking with Olwer in Elvish, he nods at his friend's words. "So, I suppose we can wait and see what happens..."
He lowers his voice. "A thought has occurred to me. Do you suppose Patcher was attempting to bribe the mayor into naming him Pudding King or somehow rigging the results? And perhaps the Mayor refused? If so, might he next target the mayor's stand in?"
A moment later he adds. "At any rate, I suppose we should decide what to do between now and the evening coronation, eh?"
Erevan quickly communicates in Elvish what he has seen through Fez to Olwer. "Maybe we should check the contest again? And then perhaps search around to see what other cruel mischief this ugly little gnome is up to?"
As they talk (either prior to the sight from Fez or while they move around the fair), he says in Elvish to Olwer. "I am so very tempted to let Patcher know through Fez that I have set a new record. Or perhaps just to let him know that there is a new record. No need to boast after all..."
Erevan quickly communicates in Elvish what he has seen through Fez to Olwer. "Maybe we should check the contest again? And then perhaps search around to see what other cruel mischief this ugly little gnome is up to?"
As they talk (either prior to the sight from Fez or while they move around the fair), he says in Elvish to Olwer. "I am so very tempted to let Patcher know through Fez that I have set a new record. Or perhaps just to let him know that there is a new record. No need to boast after all..."
"She did say she was going to confront Patcher directly, didn't she?" Erevan replies. "I have not seen a sign of her yet in the forest with that nasty gnome." Erevan puts his fingers to his forehead and closes his eyes, zeroing in on Fez again to see if perhaps Nanny Cowslip has decided to have a conversation with "Patcher."
Olwer suggests they go about trying to preventing the trouble that they witnessed on 'earlier days.' The archery contest...
And don't alert Patcher. If he doesn't know all, then it's probably best he not know about the winner of Yondalla's Luck until Erevan has been crowned.
Erevan agrees to both Olwer's suggestions and wonders what will happen at the coronation of the Pudding King. He will continue to check in with Fez periodically as they go about visiting the archery contest and the rest of the fair. As they move around, Erevan says to Olwer "Our quarry also just arrived in this village, didn't she? Do you think we might talk to her to see if she is aware of this time loop?"
Erevan agrees to both Olwer's suggestions and wonders what will happen at the coronation of the Pudding King. He will continue to check in with Fez periodically as they go about visiting the archery contest and the rest of the fair. As they move around, Erevan says to Olwer "Our quarry also just arrived in this village, didn't she? Do you think we might talk to her to see if she is aware of this time loop?"
''Sounds wise. Keep on eye on the sun and when it's time to catch that white mole at the archery contest, we can be in place. If it shows..."
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Erevan twists and turns and dances and dives through the contest, wondering if perhaps he can truly take the title--and all the privileges that come with it!
Acrobatics 1 Reroll 10
Acrobatics 2 Reroll 9
Acrobatics 3 Reroll (w/two rolls) 22
((Think of the Great Pudding!))
((It's the Great Pudding, Charlie Brown))
15
15
14
19
21
Not too shabby!
Olwer gives the game his best shot, but the crowd seems to have it in for him. Leftover rolls, stews, and fruits go sailing through the air, and everyone seems to want a shot at the much taller target. Olwer stutters and windmills between jumps, before taking a tomato to the shoulder, splattering red juice over his clothes, and he tumbles to the ground. Disqualified. the crowd laughs good-naturedly and some who had thrown projectiles now rush to make sure Olwer is okay, helping him up, wiping up the tomato splatter.
Olwer takes a seat and starts singing a catchy tune. The halflings and gnomes in the tent, impressed with his sportsmanship, happily join in. The whole tent is singing and clapping as Erevan makes his run. He quickly jumps from table to table, dodging thrown objects easily. There is a moment halfway when he nearly stumbles, but somehow the rhythm and cheer of the scene guides his movements and he gracefully spins away from a thrown potato, changing his momentum into a leap to the next table.
Erevan makes it to the Great Pudding in record time! 19 seconds! Olwer’s song dissolved into applause and cheers.
((I will be posting a little later today; work stuff this morning and I want to give next post the attention it deserves! Thanks for your patience. This is too much!)
Caught up in the moment, Erevan raises both hands in the air, pumping his fists toward the heavens. He turns slowly in a circle, taking in the crowd. He looks to Olwer and grins, barely able to contain a raucous laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation.
He looks to the stage, seeing if he can catch the mayor's eye. He nimbly skips over toward the stage and looks for the official. "So, explain to me the fine points of the rules, if you please. Do I take the crown now or is there some sort of period where pretenders may vie for it?"
He waits to hear more then heads over to Olwer, high-fiving (well, actually low-fiving) a few admiring halflings and gnomes along the way.
He claps his comrade on the back. "I could not have done this without you, my friend. Your song and verse carried me along the course. Should I keep the crown, it is as much yours as mine."
He lowers his voice and raises an eyebrow. "Olwer, it occurs to me that if we have the crown, we have something that foul gnome wants dearly. I wonder if that will give us leverage over him--or put us in his sights."
He laughs. "Trust me, it is difficult not to boast to him and challenge him through Fez right now. I wonder if I were to offer a wager--if he can't beat my time, he has to free the fair. Or something along those lines. I haven't really figured it out yet. Still basking in my success!"
Erevan, take inspiration for your skillful display and thoughtful contemplation of how you might leverage it.
Unfortunately the mayor is already froggified (post #427) but "the show must go on" as they say and some other official, apparently the mayor's neighbor and drinking buddy, is in charge. He explains that there will be a brief ceremony this evening after supper and the pudding king will be crowned and served the first slice of the Great Pudding. The fellow seriously doubts that anyone will come up with a better time. Most people have already had a go by this time, and don't want to keep trying.
"You flew across the tables like a golden swan, so graceful," he says.
Olwer whispers to Erevan, in Elvish,
"Oh, I'm pretty sure Patcher Moldwarp will take a keen interest in this matter, yes. We need to play it smart. He hasn't killed anybody yet, not that we know of. He might be holding back and he might be somehow held back. We'll see..."
The pair of you sit in the tent, quietly conversing, snacking, and also enjoying the innocuous ambience. Meanwhile Fez keeps watch on Patcher. At one point the gnome looks at Fez and holds up the piece of wood he’s carving, showing Fez his handiwork. It’s a surprisingly intricate and gruesome figure of a young halfling, choking with hands at throat, and eels bursting out of his stomach. Patcher chuckles and pockets the carving.
Erevan thanks the mayor's stand-in for his kind words. "I am quite surprised as anyone," he says. "I must thank you for the kind words and the warm welcome your village has given to me and my friend. Though I just arrived this morning, I feel like already know so many of these people well, almost as if we had met before!" He chuckles a little at that.
Talking with Olwer in Elvish, he nods at his friend's words. "So, I suppose we can wait and see what happens..."
He lowers his voice. "A thought has occurred to me. Do you suppose Patcher was attempting to bribe the mayor into naming him Pudding King or somehow rigging the results? And perhaps the Mayor refused? If so, might he next target the mayor's stand in?"
A moment later he adds. "At any rate, I suppose we should decide what to do between now and the evening coronation, eh?"
((We cross-posted I believe))
Erevan quickly communicates in Elvish what he has seen through Fez to Olwer. "Maybe we should check the contest again? And then perhaps search around to see what other cruel mischief this ugly little gnome is up to?"
As they talk (either prior to the sight from Fez or while they move around the fair), he says in Elvish to Olwer. "I am so very tempted to let Patcher know through Fez that I have set a new record. Or perhaps just to let him know that there is a new record. No need to boast after all..."
(Yeah I was careful to try to not advance any plot with my post, hopefully it didn’t fell that way)
''Well, where's Nanny Cowslip?""
"She did say she was going to confront Patcher directly, didn't she?" Erevan replies. "I have not seen a sign of her yet in the forest with that nasty gnome." Erevan puts his fingers to his forehead and closes his eyes, zeroing in on Fez again to see if perhaps Nanny Cowslip has decided to have a conversation with "Patcher."
It hasn’t happened yet, but it hasn’t been that long, less than an hour.
Olwer suggests they go about trying to preventing the trouble that they witnessed on 'earlier days.' The archery contest...
And don't alert Patcher. If he doesn't know all, then it's probably best he not know about the winner of Yondalla's Luck until Erevan has been crowned.
Erevan agrees to both Olwer's suggestions and wonders what will happen at the coronation of the Pudding King. He will continue to check in with Fez periodically as they go about visiting the archery contest and the rest of the fair. As they move around, Erevan says to Olwer "Our quarry also just arrived in this village, didn't she? Do you think we might talk to her to see if she is aware of this time loop?"
''Sounds wise. Keep on eye on the sun and when it's time to catch that white mole at the archery contest, we can be in place. If it shows..."