A quartet of bards takes the stage at the end of the hall...and they begin to play uplifting music, born of strings and drums and flutes. The song is recognizable as The Army of Seven Kingdoms.
Light smoke hangs in the air of the mead hall from the various lamps and fires burning. A fire burning in the middle of the mead hall sports a roasted pig on a spit, while a few Aarakocra move about the room offering up trays of drinks and food. More food is brought out on platters and sat on the various tables with bottles of mead and beer and wine and spirits of all sorts. A half dozen roasted birds, ducks, turkeys, chickens and geese, find their way to the tables with spreads of fruits and vegetables, roasted potatoes and buttered corn. There is even a tray of lizard's on sticks with Adam's name on it.
Several of the grounds workers that the AURYN warriors had seen around the Hall of the Celestials help bring the food and drink in as well as a few massive chests that have been been outfitted with wheels. The chests are big and look like they weigh a considerable amount. The floor groans as they are rolled in.
Gandalf enters shortly after that. Somewhere he has found a big, fur trimmed red robe that has a series of buttons and loops along the front seam. The buttons aren't buttons though; they're golden bells. They jingle as he enters.
"Well done, everyone! Well done well done!" He says in praise for their recent exploits. "We had some defeats, but we also had some wonderful victories! In celebration, and to prepare you for the next leg of your journey, we have gathered you here to feast, to partake in some fellowship, and to get you back out in the field on the next leg of your journey. Who has a toast for us?"
Travin raises some golden brown bread above his head,
"Travin founds some toasts! yeh yeh! wonderful foodses everybody digs in hmm? whats do we gets? meads! rewards? juuuunk? hmmmm? shiny shiny stuffs! Travin thinks all the AURYN peoples should say the good things they did till now, hmmm? victories and stuffs! likes liberating labyrinthses and vanquishings Vader hmm?"
The small junk creature hops up and down excitedly on the chair he has found, before throwing the piece of toast behind him and shoving his entire head into a roasted squash to begin feasting.
Nodjeim looks around at the lavishness of it all. He is not accustomed to this. Then again he's been through a lot recently that he was unaccostomed to. The wizard seems to be playing host and seems to feel there is much to celebrate. Nodjeim eyes the others in the hall and is not so sure. Things did not go well... Perhaps big picture they did but even that seems to be up for debate. Small picture, they seemed pretty disastrous. Still, the tinkling wizard seems to want toasts. Nodjeim is not one for fanciful words or such but he supposes he can try to fill some of the silence. Grabbing up a chalice with some dubious but intoxicating liquid in it, Nodjeim rises and clears his throat...
"Forgive me... I am no poet or wordsmith," he admits, suddenly very conscious of all the attention he has brought to himself. "But an old poem... translated and with some hamfisted changes by myself... Seems like it may be appropriate?"
Nodjeim looks around the hall and... looks. He's not sure what he was looking for but he expected something but uncomfortable silence... But that is all he found.
"Yes. Well then... Umm...." Nodjeim rises his chalice and closes his eyes. This'll be better if he can't see everyone staring at him, right? He takes a deep breathe and brings up in his thoughts the poem he was thinking to modify. In the end it comes up... rough, but much smoother than he actually had expected.
We’ve won and we’ve lost
We’ve cheered and been jeered
Despite all our victories
Much has happened we’ve feared.
We’ve done a lot
There’s more left to do
It’ll take the brave and mighty
But all we’ve got is me and you.
But odds be damned
We’ll get it done
We’re too stubborn and stupid
To admit others have won.
So here is to us…
The outcasts, the unwanted, the weird and the dregs
The nobles, the brave, the mighty and heroic
Whatever disasters comes, we’ll be the ones drinking the kegs!
At the end he raises his cup even further to the sky then brings it quickly down, drains it's contents and slams it upon the table...
A short figure in a dark corner steps forward. His once brown cloak and robes are now in taters, but still cover him. There is soot and dust and what appear to be splashes of blood on it. The shadows about him seem to oscillate and swirl as he passes, as if disturbed by his wake. Where once there were two bright yellow eyes under his darkened hood, there is now just one singular red eye. Where the other eye once was is a bright white scar; against his void skin, it almost looks like a fissure in the universe itself. The figure limps forward. It's at this point you realize that one of his legs is not there, or at least not wholly there. It seems to be made almost entirely of shadow, or at least there is a shadow wrapping what is there.
He steps up to a table and looks at those gathered. In a gravely voice, he says "Is there really something? We have all sacrificed. We have all suffered. And terrible truths have been uncovered. Is this really a time of celebration? I've.... I've learned things. Terrible things....." He stops, and looks out to the crowd, his singular red eye piercing those he looks at. "I know..." There is a honk in the rafters and a flutter of feathers as Darla flies down and sits on the table in front of a scarred Jek Utinni. In a quiet voice, he says "I know where babies come from."
It's at this point that Darla notices the food laid out before them. She starts honking and flapping her wings aggressively. A voice up in the rafters starts speaking "Wait, oh crap, Darla, no! You're ruining my entrance! Wait, it's okay! Hang on! Come on, we planned this!" The figure of the scarred Jek dissipates into shadow, as the real Jek, whole and fine, drifts down from the rafters. "Darla! It's okay, they aren't anyone you know. I promise! Most aren't even geese! Let's... Just.... Calm... DOWN!" Jek manages to jump and grab Darla before she charges, which just makes her start dragging Jek behind her as she starts flipping plates and dishes off of one of the tables. "AHHH, HELP!" Jek calls out as he can't control the raging goose!
A large figure clad in plates of bone long bleached to a dull yellow by age steps towards The Lightless and his Goose. Reaching out it grips the angry fowl around its neck and pins it under his arm. Gently holding her he ties a cloth over the goose's head to calm it down.
"Careful there shadowy one, this is why pets should never be allowed within the halls." Turning to one of the servants he deposits Darla in the startled creatures arms. "Take it outside please, preferably locked away." Turning back to Jek he lends a hand to set him upright. "I am Wo-Dan, are you well?"
Jek would immediately notice that hanging from the man's belt is none other than the willow statue Slade became upon his death.
Malenia, strides around the hall well in the back. Keeping a watchful eye on all those who enter and those who choose to raise their mug in celebration. Choosing to stand, rather than sit. The Jedi pulls her hood down and inquires to a worker about a mug of mulled wine instead of mead.
"Toasts? What would I even toast? Collapsing a crater with a rampaging Tarrasque and a supposed allies betrayal? Winning a shallow victory over the Sith while dancing with death? Perhaps facing down an army of undead with a moving mountain roaring loud enough to shake the heavens? So much has happened in only a matter of hours, My companions and I had only just begun our journey together when we got wrapped up in.....whatever this is......My Companions." Muttering under her breath, she would scarcely notice when the worker returned to her with the beverage she had asked for.
Sitting at an empty table, with five empty chairs. Malenia raises her mug to each of them, Visualizing her companions. The rest of the Answer sitting around the table, sharing stories of just what they had done and seen in the time since they parted. "To the Answer." Her soft voice calls forth, In barely a whisper as she takes a small gulp from her mug.
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A large figure clad in plates of bone long bleached to a dull yellow by age steps towards The Lightless and his Goose. Reaching out it grips the angry fowl around its neck and pins it under his arm. Gently holding her he ties a cloth over the goose's head to calm it down.
"Careful there shadowy one, this is why pets should never be allowed within the halls." Turning to one of the servants he deposits Darla in the startled creatures arms. "Take it outside please, preferably locked away." Turning back to Jek he lends a hand to set him upright. "I am Wo-Dan, are you well?"
Jek would immediately notice that hanging from the man's belt is none other than the willow statue Slade became upon his death.
Jek nods to the new figure. "She is not a pet, she is a member of the Order of the Phoenix." To the servant he will say "Can you put her at the Order of the Phoenix's table.... Maybe leave the cloth on for now." Jek turns back to Wo-Dan. "Thank you for helping me. I am Jek Utinni. I have not seen you before, so what ..... Ummm, where did you get that willow?"
Wo-Dan seems a bit unsettled for a moment, then regains his composure.
"Forgive me. I did not know she was a companion rather then a pet."
Touching the figurine he says.
"I am a hunter of sorts, I was tasked with retrieving this being for safekeeping by the Order of Mystics to prevent it from coming back to life."
Taking a moment Wo-Dan then asks, "You... found out where babies come from?"
Jek eyes go wide at the mention of the Mystics. "How are the Mystics, are they alright? I hope they are safe in there new home..... It's probably best that Slade gets to rest, he's done enough here."
Jek blinks at Wo-Dan's question. "Where babies come from? What do you.... OHHH!" Jek starts laughing at the question. "I'm sorry, I actually still have no good idea. That was supposed to be a joke. And it seems to be different based on who I ask. They won't let me in the library any more, so I can't look it up. From what I've learned so far is it has something to do with an egg, sometimes a special bird of some kind brings it, something about flowers and bees. Dageron mentioned something about babies growing inside of people if they sex too much, and then they poop them out, but that just sounds too weird. It all seems very weird and makes people very uncomfortable when I ask. I figured I would get a laugh from that line!" Jek laughs again while shaking his head. "You people are so weird about this children thing."
While shaking his head and laughing, he will head back to the Order of the Phoenix Table. He'll grab a tankard and raises it up. "A Toast! For deeds accomplished and deeds yet to be done. For those we have lost and for those we have gained. And for being able to still laugh after everything that happened." He will nod to all the others around the room, and take a long draught from his tankard, and slams it down on the table.
Travin breaks out of the other side of his roasted squash now wearing it like a ruffle he looks over to Jek and Wo-dan, "Travin already tolds you, hmm! no one here's is born, yeh yeh came into existence when the storytellers imagineds you all up hmm? Everyone here comes froms the minds of the gods of the godses yeh yeh! All memories froms before you was imagineds are just lies what you believe hmmm? Simple! Yeh think abouts it!" He launches another slice of crispy cooked bread across the room as Jek shouts out in call for another toast.
"This was was told on his creation a similar tale. I was also told that questioning it can cause the Lord of All, some creature called a Master, to smite thee."
To Jek,
"I have not seen my masters in some time but the last communication I received, when I was sent to retrieve this, (taps Slade) is that all is well with them."
Ward moves to the Dawn Guard's table, a small wind blowing his cape back, and for those looking you see a scar, dried blue fluids, and green saplings surrounding the wound that goes longways up his back. He takes a drink and smiles at Jek. "We're not all dead and this world is not yet gone. There are still deals to be made, paths to explore, that is all we can ask for." Ward says, sitting down and looking to make sure all of the Dawn Guard is there with him.
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Shavaris tries to relax a bit in her chair as they all start feasting and drinking around the tables. She chuckles a bit at the sight of Gandolf, bells? Really? But just enjoys the fact they actually have a few wins to celebrate for once instead of what they weren't able to accomplish.
She breathes a sigh of relief when she notices that all of the Dawn Guard is still there. She raises her glass when toasts are made, but doesn't make any herself, just decides to stay quiet as some chat. When Jek arrives, his entrance worries her, she wracks her brain trying to recall where Gandolf sent him after the trail, was it to the RedBull? Did he do this to him? Her new friend, she just can't... wait... what? She rolls her eyes as she realizes what was going on. Lightless.. strange sense of humor that one.
"Simmer down, simmer down." Gandalf says as he begins to open a chest that one of the Elders has wheeled in. He starts digging in, taking up items, scrolls and so forth, and moving around the table. "It has been hard going, these last few months. Hard going indeed. We've worked hard to scour Skyloft for things we thought you heroes could use. They're gifts for your hard work!"
He hands a scroll to Amitola.
He hands a sort of wand-thing that looks kind of like a flute to Cinder as well as a couple of scrolls.
He hands Dageron a thick book as well as a set of goggles.
Delphinium gets an instructive scroll with a tiny set of rings or something like rings inside.
Delphinium having had some fun drinking and dancing around was delightfully surprised to be called in to receive a gift. The tiny fairy fairly intoxicated flutters over to inspect the items. There was some kind of old writing on scrolls and a set of rings. They see what they are up close and they seem to glow brighter in delight. "Oh! Fine gifts for hard work indeed! You know well how to present a gift to a fairy. These will come in handy for sure. Thank you for recognizing all my hard work!" They fly around Gandolf in a few circles as thanks then return to join their friends from the dawn guard. Dellh will land right on Shavaris' shoulder and say "This is a proper good party. You having fun?"
Eyeing the gifts greedily and impatiently, Travin grins toward Delphinium as the fairy zooms close by, "whats did yous get, Fireflight? Yeh yeh? Fey stuffs? Hmmmm?"
Travin climbs his chair and leans over the table which groans in protest at his weight, but in doing so he gets a good look at the other folks opening gifts, the junkman's eyes wide with delight.
Shavaris smiles at Delph, "Why yes, I am. Nice to be able to enjoy some time with friends after the last couple weeks." She looks a bit closer at the fairy, "so what did Gandolf give you?"
Adam has been sitting quietly at the Dawn Guard table, consistently pounding his mugs of ale and he’s on his fourth corn-lizard, when he feels a rumbling in his stomach. A great bubbling belch erupts from the nether regions of his abdomen and he feels moved to stand up and offer a toast. He readjusts the Auryn around his neck (which he views as his “special purpose”) and straightens the circlet band around his head. He stands, rather wobbly and holds up his mug, shouting above the din.
“Ahhh. What was it. Oh yeah. Heh. Hello my fellows. We’ve been through a lot of shit together. Bunches of stuff. Too much to summarize. Some stuff I still don’t believe. Or remember. Or something. But ah…. Anyway. Gandalf, you’re a good MC my man. This party is *****in’. So ah, I’ll just say… this.”
”Here's to you and here's to me, I hope we never disagree, But if, perchance, we ever do, Then here's to me, and to hell with you. Whooooo!” And he downs his beer, sitting down with a grin.
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Delphinium smiles and shows off a pair of shiny metal knuckles that fit on their hands. They seem to resonate with their blue aura. The fairy also shows a manual on hand to hand combat techniques. They seem semi interested in it and flip through a few pages. Then they look to Travin and Shavaris and says "Well, these metal knuckle things you big folks make are pretty neat. These ones appear to size to me and work with my ki. The manuel is pretty cool too. Lots of fighting techniques. Oh! What about my eggs though?" The fairy flutters over to Gandolf once again asking about his eggs. The wizard seems to remember and a set of 3 eggs are brought to the fairy who makes 3 large astral hands to carry them over to their table and the fairy sets them down gently in the center of the table between those seated with him then continues their conversation like it was never interrupted, "I also got three hydra eggs. I always wanted some as a kid. Ever since my father told me about how cool they are. I'm thinking I'll raise them to be great hunters and partners to fairies. Oh! Maybe someday I'll be known as the Fey Lord of Hydras. Wouldn't that be cool?"
It is after this Adam declares things happened. Then gives a nice toast which Delph says "To the Dawn Guard!" The fairy then drinks an entire mug of ale. Where they put it all in their tiny body is anyone's guess but they seem fine with it. "That's good ale. I wonder if they have any fey drinks here too?"
Jek bounces up and down as Amitola and Dageron get back. "OH OH OH! What did you two get? Anything good?" He'll go around and look at what they have. "What is it?"
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AURYN
Heorot
Defend your life now...
With the whole of your strength...
I shall stand by you...
A quartet of bards takes the stage at the end of the hall...and they begin to play uplifting music, born of strings and drums and flutes. The song is recognizable as The Army of Seven Kingdoms.
Light smoke hangs in the air of the mead hall from the various lamps and fires burning. A fire burning in the middle of the mead hall sports a roasted pig on a spit, while a few Aarakocra move about the room offering up trays of drinks and food. More food is brought out on platters and sat on the various tables with bottles of mead and beer and wine and spirits of all sorts. A half dozen roasted birds, ducks, turkeys, chickens and geese, find their way to the tables with spreads of fruits and vegetables, roasted potatoes and buttered corn. There is even a tray of lizard's on sticks with Adam's name on it.
Several of the grounds workers that the AURYN warriors had seen around the Hall of the Celestials help bring the food and drink in as well as a few massive chests that have been been outfitted with wheels. The chests are big and look like they weigh a considerable amount. The floor groans as they are rolled in.
Gandalf enters shortly after that. Somewhere he has found a big, fur trimmed red robe that has a series of buttons and loops along the front seam. The buttons aren't buttons though; they're golden bells. They jingle as he enters.
"Well done, everyone! Well done well done!" He says in praise for their recent exploits. "We had some defeats, but we also had some wonderful victories! In celebration, and to prepare you for the next leg of your journey, we have gathered you here to feast, to partake in some fellowship, and to get you back out in the field on the next leg of your journey. Who has a toast for us?"
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Travin raises some golden brown bread above his head,
"Travin founds some toasts! yeh yeh! wonderful foodses everybody digs in hmm? whats do we gets? meads! rewards? juuuunk? hmmmm? shiny shiny stuffs! Travin thinks all the AURYN peoples should say the good things they did till now, hmmm? victories and stuffs! likes liberating labyrinthses and vanquishings Vader hmm?"
The small junk creature hops up and down excitedly on the chair he has found, before throwing the piece of toast behind him and shoving his entire head into a roasted squash to begin feasting.
Nodjeim looks around at the lavishness of it all. He is not accustomed to this. Then again he's been through a lot recently that he was unaccostomed to. The wizard seems to be playing host and seems to feel there is much to celebrate. Nodjeim eyes the others in the hall and is not so sure. Things did not go well... Perhaps big picture they did but even that seems to be up for debate. Small picture, they seemed pretty disastrous. Still, the tinkling wizard seems to want toasts. Nodjeim is not one for fanciful words or such but he supposes he can try to fill some of the silence. Grabbing up a chalice with some dubious but intoxicating liquid in it, Nodjeim rises and clears his throat...
"Forgive me... I am no poet or wordsmith," he admits, suddenly very conscious of all the attention he has brought to himself. "But an old poem... translated and with some hamfisted changes by myself... Seems like it may be appropriate?"
Nodjeim looks around the hall and... looks. He's not sure what he was looking for but he expected something but uncomfortable silence... But that is all he found.
"Yes. Well then... Umm...." Nodjeim rises his chalice and closes his eyes. This'll be better if he can't see everyone staring at him, right? He takes a deep breathe and brings up in his thoughts the poem he was thinking to modify. In the end it comes up... rough, but much smoother than he actually had expected.
We’ve won and we’ve lost
We’ve cheered and been jeered
Despite all our victories
Much has happened we’ve feared.
We’ve done a lot
There’s more left to do
It’ll take the brave and mighty
But all we’ve got is me and you.
But odds be damned
We’ll get it done
We’re too stubborn and stupid
To admit others have won.
So here is to us…
The outcasts, the unwanted, the weird and the dregs
The nobles, the brave, the mighty and heroic
Whatever disasters comes, we’ll be the ones drinking the kegs!
At the end he raises his cup even further to the sky then brings it quickly down, drains it's contents and slams it upon the table...
A short figure in a dark corner steps forward. His once brown cloak and robes are now in taters, but still cover him. There is soot and dust and what appear to be splashes of blood on it. The shadows about him seem to oscillate and swirl as he passes, as if disturbed by his wake. Where once there were two bright yellow eyes under his darkened hood, there is now just one singular red eye. Where the other eye once was is a bright white scar; against his void skin, it almost looks like a fissure in the universe itself. The figure limps forward. It's at this point you realize that one of his legs is not there, or at least not wholly there. It seems to be made almost entirely of shadow, or at least there is a shadow wrapping what is there.
He steps up to a table and looks at those gathered. In a gravely voice, he says "Is there really something? We have all sacrificed. We have all suffered. And terrible truths have been uncovered. Is this really a time of celebration? I've.... I've learned things. Terrible things....." He stops, and looks out to the crowd, his singular red eye piercing those he looks at. "I know..." There is a honk in the rafters and a flutter of feathers as Darla flies down and sits on the table in front of a scarred Jek Utinni. In a quiet voice, he says "I know where babies come from."
It's at this point that Darla notices the food laid out before them. She starts honking and flapping her wings aggressively. A voice up in the rafters starts speaking "Wait, oh crap, Darla, no! You're ruining my entrance! Wait, it's okay! Hang on! Come on, we planned this!" The figure of the scarred Jek dissipates into shadow, as the real Jek, whole and fine, drifts down from the rafters. "Darla! It's okay, they aren't anyone you know. I promise! Most aren't even geese! Let's... Just.... Calm... DOWN!" Jek manages to jump and grab Darla before she charges, which just makes her start dragging Jek behind her as she starts flipping plates and dishes off of one of the tables. "AHHH, HELP!" Jek calls out as he can't control the raging goose!
A large figure clad in plates of bone long bleached to a dull yellow by age steps towards The Lightless and his Goose. Reaching out it grips the angry fowl around its neck and pins it under his arm. Gently holding her he ties a cloth over the goose's head to calm it down.
"Careful there shadowy one, this is why pets should never be allowed within the halls." Turning to one of the servants he deposits Darla in the startled creatures arms. "Take it outside please, preferably locked away." Turning back to Jek he lends a hand to set him upright. "I am Wo-Dan, are you well?"
Jek would immediately notice that hanging from the man's belt is none other than the willow statue Slade became upon his death.
Malenia, strides around the hall well in the back. Keeping a watchful eye on all those who enter and those who choose to raise their mug in celebration. Choosing to stand, rather than sit. The Jedi pulls her hood down and inquires to a worker about a mug of mulled wine instead of mead.
"Toasts? What would I even toast? Collapsing a crater with a rampaging Tarrasque and a supposed allies betrayal? Winning a shallow victory over the Sith while dancing with death? Perhaps facing down an army of undead with a moving mountain roaring loud enough to shake the heavens? So much has happened in only a matter of hours, My companions and I had only just begun our journey together when we got wrapped up in.....whatever this is......My Companions." Muttering under her breath, she would scarcely notice when the worker returned to her with the beverage she had asked for.
Sitting at an empty table, with five empty chairs. Malenia raises her mug to each of them, Visualizing her companions. The rest of the Answer sitting around the table, sharing stories of just what they had done and seen in the time since they parted. "To the Answer." Her soft voice calls forth, In barely a whisper as she takes a small gulp from her mug.
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Jek nods to the new figure. "She is not a pet, she is a member of the Order of the Phoenix." To the servant he will say "Can you put her at the Order of the Phoenix's table.... Maybe leave the cloth on for now." Jek turns back to Wo-Dan. "Thank you for helping me. I am Jek Utinni. I have not seen you before, so what ..... Ummm, where did you get that willow?"
Wo-Dan seems a bit unsettled for a moment, then regains his composure.
"Forgive me. I did not know she was a companion rather then a pet."
Touching the figurine he says.
"I am a hunter of sorts, I was tasked with retrieving this being for safekeeping by the Order of Mystics to prevent it from coming back to life."
Taking a moment Wo-Dan then asks, "You... found out where babies come from?"
Jek eyes go wide at the mention of the Mystics. "How are the Mystics, are they alright? I hope they are safe in there new home..... It's probably best that Slade gets to rest, he's done enough here."
Jek blinks at Wo-Dan's question. "Where babies come from? What do you.... OHHH!" Jek starts laughing at the question. "I'm sorry, I actually still have no good idea. That was supposed to be a joke. And it seems to be different based on who I ask. They won't let me in the library any more, so I can't look it up. From what I've learned so far is it has something to do with an egg, sometimes a special bird of some kind brings it, something about flowers and bees. Dageron mentioned something about babies growing inside of people if they sex too much, and then they poop them out, but that just sounds too weird. It all seems very weird and makes people very uncomfortable when I ask. I figured I would get a laugh from that line!" Jek laughs again while shaking his head. "You people are so weird about this children thing."
While shaking his head and laughing, he will head back to the Order of the Phoenix Table. He'll grab a tankard and raises it up. "A Toast! For deeds accomplished and deeds yet to be done. For those we have lost and for those we have gained. And for being able to still laugh after everything that happened." He will nod to all the others around the room, and take a long draught from his tankard, and slams it down on the table.
Travin breaks out of the other side of his roasted squash now wearing it like a ruffle he looks over to Jek and Wo-dan, "Travin already tolds you, hmm! no one here's is born, yeh yeh came into existence when the storytellers imagineds you all up hmm? Everyone here comes froms the minds of the gods of the godses yeh yeh! All memories froms before you was imagineds are just lies what you believe hmmm? Simple! Yeh think abouts it!" He launches another slice of crispy cooked bread across the room as Jek shouts out in call for another toast.
Wo-Dan nods in agreement.
"This was was told on his creation a similar tale. I was also told that questioning it can cause the Lord of All, some creature called a Master, to smite thee."
To Jek,
"I have not seen my masters in some time but the last communication I received, when I was sent to retrieve this, (taps Slade) is that all is well with them."
Ward moves to the Dawn Guard's table, a small wind blowing his cape back, and for those looking you see a scar, dried blue fluids, and green saplings surrounding the wound that goes longways up his back. He takes a drink and smiles at Jek. "We're not all dead and this world is not yet gone. There are still deals to be made, paths to explore, that is all we can ask for." Ward says, sitting down and looking to make sure all of the Dawn Guard is there with him.
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Shavaris tries to relax a bit in her chair as they all start feasting and drinking around the tables. She chuckles a bit at the sight of Gandolf, bells? Really? But just enjoys the fact they actually have a few wins to celebrate for once instead of what they weren't able to accomplish.
She breathes a sigh of relief when she notices that all of the Dawn Guard is still there. She raises her glass when toasts are made, but doesn't make any herself, just decides to stay quiet as some chat. When Jek arrives, his entrance worries her, she wracks her brain trying to recall where Gandolf sent him after the trail, was it to the RedBull? Did he do this to him? Her new friend, she just can't... wait... what? She rolls her eyes as she realizes what was going on. Lightless.. strange sense of humor that one.
"Simmer down, simmer down." Gandalf says as he begins to open a chest that one of the Elders has wheeled in. He starts digging in, taking up items, scrolls and so forth, and moving around the table. "It has been hard going, these last few months. Hard going indeed. We've worked hard to scour Skyloft for things we thought you heroes could use. They're gifts for your hard work!"
He hands a scroll to Amitola.
He hands a sort of wand-thing that looks kind of like a flute to Cinder as well as a couple of scrolls.
He hands Dageron a thick book as well as a set of goggles.
Delphinium gets an instructive scroll with a tiny set of rings or something like rings inside.
He hands Ereni a well crafted bow.
DM of AURYN: The Measure of Devotion - Escape from New York
Delphinium having had some fun drinking and dancing around was delightfully surprised to be called in to receive a gift. The tiny fairy fairly intoxicated flutters over to inspect the items. There was some kind of old writing on scrolls and a set of rings. They see what they are up close and they seem to glow brighter in delight. "Oh! Fine gifts for hard work indeed! You know well how to present a gift to a fairy. These will come in handy for sure. Thank you for recognizing all my hard work!" They fly around Gandolf in a few circles as thanks then return to join their friends from the dawn guard. Dellh will land right on Shavaris' shoulder and say "This is a proper good party. You having fun?"
Eyeing the gifts greedily and impatiently, Travin grins toward Delphinium as the fairy zooms close by, "whats did yous get, Fireflight? Yeh yeh? Fey stuffs? Hmmmm?"
Travin climbs his chair and leans over the table which groans in protest at his weight, but in doing so he gets a good look at the other folks opening gifts, the junkman's eyes wide with delight.
Shavaris smiles at Delph, "Why yes, I am. Nice to be able to enjoy some time with friends after the last couple weeks." She looks a bit closer at the fairy, "so what did Gandolf give you?"
Adam has been sitting quietly at the Dawn Guard table, consistently pounding his mugs of ale and he’s on his fourth corn-lizard, when he feels a rumbling in his stomach. A great bubbling belch erupts from the nether regions of his abdomen and he feels moved to stand up and offer a toast. He readjusts the Auryn around his neck (which he views as his “special purpose”) and straightens the circlet band around his head. He stands, rather wobbly and holds up his mug, shouting above the din.
“Ahhh. What was it. Oh yeah. Heh. Hello my fellows. We’ve been through a lot of shit together. Bunches of stuff. Too much to summarize. Some stuff I still don’t believe. Or remember. Or something. But ah…. Anyway. Gandalf, you’re a good MC my man. This party is *****in’. So ah, I’ll just say… this.”
”Here's to you and here's to me, I hope we never disagree, But if, perchance, we ever do, Then here's to me, and to hell with you. Whooooo!” And he downs his beer, sitting down with a grin.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Delphinium smiles and shows off a pair of shiny metal knuckles that fit on their hands. They seem to resonate with their blue aura. The fairy also shows a manual on hand to hand combat techniques. They seem semi interested in it and flip through a few pages. Then they look to Travin and Shavaris and says "Well, these metal knuckle things you big folks make are pretty neat. These ones appear to size to me and work with my ki. The manuel is pretty cool too. Lots of fighting techniques. Oh! What about my eggs though?" The fairy flutters over to Gandolf once again asking about his eggs. The wizard seems to remember and a set of 3 eggs are brought to the fairy who makes 3 large astral hands to carry them over to their table and the fairy sets them down gently in the center of the table between those seated with him then continues their conversation like it was never interrupted, "I also got three hydra eggs. I always wanted some as a kid. Ever since my father told me about how cool they are. I'm thinking I'll raise them to be great hunters and partners to fairies. Oh! Maybe someday I'll be known as the Fey Lord of Hydras. Wouldn't that be cool?"
It is after this Adam declares things happened. Then gives a nice toast which Delph says "To the Dawn Guard!" The fairy then drinks an entire mug of ale. Where they put it all in their tiny body is anyone's guess but they seem fine with it. "That's good ale. I wonder if they have any fey drinks here too?"
Jek bounces up and down as Amitola and Dageron get back. "OH OH OH! What did you two get? Anything good?" He'll go around and look at what they have. "What is it?"