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Post by irishmagician on Jun 26, 2011 11:35:01 GMT -4
(Perform DC 20 = gain 3d10 sp/day, [dice=10][dice=10][dice=10] sp)
Garan is pleased, the crowds today were generous today. Smiling pleasantly, his fingers dance across the strings of his lyre as people pause occasionally in front him to listen and throw a copper or silver into his bowl. He looks up and notices the elf from the other day walk distractedly into the food tent nearby.
What a pleasant fellow, Garan thinks to himself. I'll really have to get that story out of him some day. He prepares to start another tune, perhaps that little ditty from the harbor off to the south? He thinks to himself.
"FIVE GOLD PIECES!? The bastard stiffed me!"
A rather loud exclamation bursts forth from the nearby food tent, causing Garan and all the passerby to falter momentarily to stare in surprise. He recovers instantly, weaving the brief pause artistically into the song he had been playing. He continues, until another voice floats out from the tent.
"...how did you not know that lunch is provided for free today?"
FREE FOOD?!?! Garan's mind almost explodes at the concept of a free meal. He quickly wraps up his song, bows to the crowd as they clap, and sweeps the coins and bowl into his pack. His face alight in anticipation, he almost floats into the food tent nearby. He heads obliviously towards the vendor, walking past the elf and human conversing at a table. [rand=9602385194162566622795224900438580647238141144867430008764573375]
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Post by elgatocello on Jun 26, 2011 13:01:37 GMT -4
Darvil's eyes lit up.
"If I will not be a burden to you, I will gladly join you."
Finally, a chance to escape...
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Post by Ferahgo on Jun 26, 2011 13:35:23 GMT -4
"'Excellent!", exclaimed Edrik, "it will be nice to have a companion for a change. It can get so boring traveling alone."
"I am Edrik," says Edrik, offering his hand.
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Post by elgatocello on Jun 26, 2011 13:41:50 GMT -4
"'Excellent!", exclaimed Edrik, "it will be nice to have a companion for a change. It can get so boring traveling alone."
"Indeed."
"I am Edrik," says Edrik, offering his hand.
"And I am Darvil."
The two clasped hands and Darvil, more heartened, tucked into his meal.
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Post by irishmagician on Jun 26, 2011 15:50:14 GMT -4
Finally laden with food and drink from the vendor, Garan looks about for a table to sit at in the busy tent; which can be a rather amusing task for a gnome whilst balancing a flagon of ale and two plates piled with food in two hands.
(Acrobatics = [dice=20]+1)
"...and I am Darvil..."
The elf's voice floats over the crowd. Turning towards his voice, Garan makes his way through the tent over to the elf's table. Seeing the elf enjoying his meal, he approaches.
"Sir Darvil! I hope that you are enjoying the Festival, yes? This tent seems to be quite popular, I seem to have difficulties finding an empty table. Mind if I join you?" Garan says, as stretches to reach the table as he scoots the plates and flagon onto its surface. Scrambling up to reach the bench he finally sees the other individual sitting down, as his head clears the edge of the table.
"Ah, sorry my good fellow! My rather humble stature prevented me from seeing you! Hopefully I am not interrupting anything?"
[rand=787982566340529813844508634989591641654224627536594839383232789]
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Post by elgatocello on Jun 26, 2011 17:02:14 GMT -4
"Sir Darvil! I hope that you are enjoying the Festival, yes? This tent seems to be quite popular, I seem to have difficulties finding an empty table. Mind if I join you?"
The walking pile of comestibles moved to them and Darvil was momentarily nonplussed.
"Aha! Garan! I nearly didn't recognize you hiding beneath all that food and drink!"
. . .Hopefully I am not interrupting anything?"
"Not at all. Simply shoring up and settling on plans for after the festival. It seems my story can continue after all."
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Post by Ferahgo on Jun 26, 2011 17:12:56 GMT -4
...Hopefully I am not interrupting anything?"
"Of course not master gnome," says Edrik, gesturing to a seat at the table, "Darvil and I were just making travel plans for after the festival. Are the two of you acquainted?
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Post by irishmagician on Jun 26, 2011 17:40:46 GMT -4
"...Are the two of you acquainted?"
"Ah, indeed we are, good sir! My name is Garan Swarthsfeld, a minstrel and storyteller wandering this fair country in search of tale and song! I happened to catch wind of a particularly fascinating tale from the locals, and met this fine fellow in an inn whilst recording my prize."
The gnome turns to Darvil.
"It is good to hear that your story continues, Sir Darvil! A story lost to the mists of antiquity is quite a sad thing indeed! I look forward to the time I will be able to hear it from you."
Garan starts to shovel food into his mouth, almost as if he hadn't eaten in the last couple of days. He stops abruptly, his cheeks bulging with food. With a gulp and clearing of his throat, he turns back to the other person at the table.
"I apologize, good sir! It has been a while since I have had a meal such as this. What would your name be, good sir?"
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Post by Ferahgo on Jun 26, 2011 18:00:48 GMT -4
"My name is Edrik, master gnome, just Edrik," says Edrik, extending his hand to the gnome.
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Post by elgatocello on Jun 26, 2011 18:06:19 GMT -4
Darvil turns to the bard.
"Did you have any plans after the festival? Why don't you join us? I'm sure that you would be able to find many stories with us!"
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Post by irishmagician on Jun 26, 2011 19:08:59 GMT -4
Garan reaches out on tiptoes from his bench to shake Edrik's hand.
"Did you have any plans after the festival? Why don't you join us? I'm sure that you would be able to find many stories with us!"
The gnome tilts his head, considering the offer. He then brightens and turns to Darvil.
"If you both would be heading north from this wonderful town, then I would most certainly accompany you, Sir Darvil! I have covered the lands to east between here and Sanos Forest, from which I hail, in my search of song and story. Only way to go is north, as I'm currently not in the mind to brave the....ocean."Garan shivers momentarily, obviously giving the impression of one who doesn't travel well on a ship.
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Post by starkiller on Jun 26, 2011 22:50:04 GMT -4
Murchadh looked over the crowd as the Mayor finished. Somewhere he could hear a minstrel start playing a cheerful song. Everyone seemed very excited for the festivities and the dedication of the new cathedral. I wonder what started the fire that took out the first one. If it wasn't an accident it may happen again. I hope that I didn't start it. OK, mustn't think things like that. He decides to head in the direction that he thinks the music is coming form.
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Post by Juniper on Jun 27, 2011 17:15:12 GMT -4
At noon, Father Zantus and his acolytes wheel a large covered wagon into the square, and after recounting the short parable of how Desna first fell to earth and was nursed back to health by a blind child who she transformed into an immortal butterfly as a reward for her aid, they pull aside the wagons cover, releasing the thousand children of Desna - a furious storm of a thousand swallowtail butterflies that swarm into the air in a spiraling riot of color to a great cheer from the crowd. Throughout the rest of the day, children futilely chase butterflies, never quite quick enough to catch them. Lunch is provided free, at the expense of Sandpoint's taverns. Each brings its best dishes. It soon becomes apparent that the darling of the lunch is, once again, Ameiko Kaijitsu, whose remarkable curry-spiced salmon and early winterdrop mead, easily overshadow the other offerings, such as the Hagfish's lobster chowder or the White Deer's peppercorn venison. As the sun begins to set, Father Zantus prepares to take the central podium once more. Attachments:
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Post by irishmagician on Jun 27, 2011 20:39:39 GMT -4
As the sun begins to set, Father Zantus prepares to take the central podium once more.
Garan's book appears in his hands, his quill hovering with anticipation over its pages in preparation to continue recording the speeches for the Festival.
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Post by lordpiccolo on Jun 28, 2011 2:57:06 GMT -4
After grabbing a hunk of venison Trei returned to his quiet corner of the square. He amused himself by casting light to illuminate butterflies that the kids were trying to catch, but made sure they didn't see him cast the spells.
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