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Post by Daos on Mar 11, 2021 15:47:10 GMT -8
Suffice to say, the party ended up sleeping in fairly late after having forced march all night long. It was well past noon before they began to rouse and seek out something to break their fasts. Once that was achieved, there was really nothing else to do but rest while they awaited Leosin's recovery. They gave a report to Nighthill, who was grateful for the intelligence, even if the party only managed to bring back one prisoner. Then they retired to their rooms. But Chantilly couldn't stand being cooped up in a room all day, so slipped away to wander the town a bit. While she was out, she saw the people preparing the town square for some kind of festival. Asking around, it turns out that the people decided to hold a late Spring Dawning festival this evening. The dragon raid had effectively canceled the festival previously. But despite the fact that the day had already passed, the people wanted to have something to celebrate--something to bring a little more happiness back into their lives, help them forget their current troubles, if only for an evening. The half-kender quickly reported back to the others, and it was decided that the party deserved a little rest and relaxation after everything they had been through the past couple of days. It is Eleventh Watch (5:00 PM) when the party arrives on the scene. As festivals go, this one is fairly unremarkable. It was thrown together in haste, with limited resources. But despite this, the moods of the locals are clearly lifted, and the place is starting to feel more like a town again, instead of a disaster area. The entire town square has been rearranged for this evening. Numerous decorations have been made, including paper lamps to help keep things illuminated even after the sun goes down. A number of tables and benches have been set up, for people to sit and eat, drink and talk. Several vendor stands have opened up, selling everything from festival food and drink, to souvenirs, and even more mundane equipment, including weapons and armor. A small band of musicians (led by Sergiu) are playing music to keep things lively, and a small area has been cleared for anyone who wants to dance. Children run around laughing, waving sticks with colorful ribbons tied on them around. All of the kender in jail have managed to escape and are 'oohing' and 'aahing' at the sights. There are even a few games of skill set up, including axe throwing, apple-bobbing, and pie-eating. Cuth and Linan Swift, along with their three children, can be seen wandering the area, taking in the sights. They have with them, the little girl that Garald had rescued from the burning barn, Maddy. Likewise, Markguth is present, spending the day with his sister and her family. Joran is working at one of the food vendor stands, selling colorful pastries. Brother Eadyan Falconmoon has set up a bonfire (that burns blue instead of orange) and is telling stories to children. Nesim Waladra, his leg still wrapped up, sits at a table and just watches people come and go while enjoying the music. About the only people in town that aren't accounted for are Nighthill, Escobert and Leosin. Leosin is still recovering from his ordeal. The other two are likely still working, but will probably make an appearance at some point in the evening. ================= It is Brookgreen 27th, Eleventh Watch (5 PM). (OOC: Post at will, do whatever you want. If you want to run a specific scene, just let me know. Otherwise, just mingle and have fun. )
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Post by HorizonsDream on Mar 11, 2021 20:06:44 GMT -8
Eliana looks over the festival with almost a twinkle in her eye. She was really looking forward to just taking a few hours to relax a little bit. This was nothing like the festivals that they had back home, but the town was just destroyed. The fact that the people were able to put all of this together, after what had just happened, was just kind of amazing to Eliana, so she was planning to enjoy this as much as she can. "Chantilly, do you want to do a little shopping with me?" she asks cheerfully. "Then I think I'm going to spend the rest of the time dancing."
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Post by Matt4 on Mar 13, 2021 2:37:25 GMT -8
Chantilly SweettoothHP: 27/27 - AC: 16 - Perception: 15 - Insight: 11 - Inspiration: Yes Chantilly was looking around avidly, trying to decide which stand to start with. Apple-bobbing? She was the undefeated champion at her village, she had to give a try! The pie eating contest was a giving, she could have came across some new recipes! And those pastries they were selling looked so cute! She was starting to get flustered at herself for being too indecise when Eliana's question lifted the weight of that decision from her. "Yes, yes! Lady Eliana, I'll come with you, that's such a good idea! Do you want to buy something sweet?" - she said excitedly.
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Post by HorizonsDream on Mar 13, 2021 17:06:00 GMT -8
"Let's see what they have!" Eliana says as she leads the way to one of the sweet food stands. "Do you think you would have any luck at the contests?" she asks. "I think I would probably be really bad at them, but they are fun to watch."
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Post by GorgonHeap on Mar 13, 2021 19:16:25 GMT -8
Benyt emerges from a well-deserved lengthy slumber another person entirely. In fact, the few who know her in this new place would not recognize her at all if not for certain details.
Sans weapons, armor, helm, and scarf, she walks about lightfooted, graceful, in a formless linen dress under an equally formless open-front tunic and simple slippers, all of alien fashion. Her long chestnut hair falls down her back in the shining silver rings no longer blending with the battle mantle, but shining gilded against her plain attire. She joins the revelry with muted pleasantry, friendly and polite, but aloof. Long she's sought the celebration of a victory and dreamed of a community persevering through fire, but she holds a hard place in her breast for the reality of hardships to come.
The bodegas and games present are whispers of memories from her childhood, not what she's known in years since, but she delights in them rather than resenting what is lost. Forgetting is a kind of mercy.
She doesn't participate in sport, but gladly offers coin to the wounded people of Greenest in their hour of need, and if is so engaged will tell stories of lands far away and the travails overcome; of the Green Dragonarmy dethroned from the eastern lands, of mighty hordes of horsemen rising to battle in seas of sand, of decadent courts of khans wealthy and cunning.
She means to lift spirits while fortifying herself for the dread to come. Life is no carnival. Happiness must be embraced to strengthen those who will surely find hardship ahead.
OOC: I don't know any NPCs here but look forward to meeting some if it comes up, or engaging with other PCs in the manner described above.]
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Post by Igordragonian on Mar 14, 2021 5:02:49 GMT -8
Zakkoth get up, after he snored so loud he woke himself out. "What all commotion?" He hiss.
"Fine. I guess I won't get a draconic hybernation, with all thise soft skins jumo and and sing around with no reason.' He wondered if he had enough coins to help the party members to get new weapons back.
He notice Benyt, while his eyes wandered looking for alchol and easy to please female soft skins. Benyt was diffrent. She was a warrior. Like.. Kitiara was.. but looked more brooding. Solmanic somewhat? "Celebration for no reason? It might be a bad omen." He say crankily. H listen to her stories... it's better not to share with her yet,his history in the Bluedragon army. He wait to see more party members pop around. Also.. he hope to talk to Leosin again.
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Post by Zero Prime on Mar 14, 2021 6:12:38 GMT -8
Caelin Valaerys, pariah of TakhisisARMOR CLASS: 14 | HIT POINTS: 24 | CURRENT: 24 | HIT DIE: 3d8 | CURRENT: 3d8 PASSIVE PERCEPTION: 15 | PASSIVE INSIGHT: 17 | INSPIRATION: 1 Having woken late in the day, Caelin sufficed himself with a light lunch, cold meats, cheese, and a crust of bread, washed down with a a mulled wine. He ate in silence, mechanically, as if the task itself was a chore, he was deep in his own thoughts. Mondath had been within yards of him, and he had been unable to perform the task that he had pledged himself to do, even as Saenessa's blood stained his hands. It was sobering, his quest for vengeance had been a string of failures and disasters one upon the other, he had failed to warn the town of Mondath's intended purpose, failed to defeat Cyanwrath, failed to lead his companions safely from the encampment, failed, pathetic, useless. He pushed himself from the table, leaving the remnants of his mid-day meal and left the common rooms, fuming he stalked the halls. Nighthill's servants sensing his dour mood would not meet his eyes, which suited the young man. In truth had they offered assistance, he was like, as not, to snap at them and drive them away, as he did with so many that would name him friend. Soon he found the bath house, he breathed the coals to life, watching as they flared red and orange beneath the wooden tub. Filled with water from a pump, he stripped his clothes and slipped his lithe frame into the steaming water. His arms raised to the sides of the tub, he leaned his head back and closed his eyes, listening to the sounds of life in the castle, the movement of the servents, the bustle of repairs being conducted on the ruins of the town. He heard the scuffle of feet, his eyes snapped open as he reached for a dagger that was no longer there. He was naked, unarmed, and alone. His heart raced as he leapt from the water with a splash, as he grabbed for the poker, he realized it was a scullery maid, with folded, laundered clothes, a small steel mirror, a cake of soup, and a razor. Seeing his naked, dripping frame, she blushed, placed down her burden and fled. Caelin sighed, chastising himself, for giving the girl a fright, still, there was no point in pursuing to apologize, unclad, and dripping. Instead he gathered the supplies and entered the tub again, scrubing his flesh until it was red and raw, then, taking mirror and blade, he cleaned his face, removing the stubble that had grown during, "Gods," he whispered aloud, remembering the Neidari wagon and it's teamstress, Lilly, that had brought them to town. "Has it only been four days?!?" He shook his head, before plunging it beneath the, still steaming, waters. He shook it out, watching as the sunlight caught the beads of water in the air, he almost smiled. A memory drifted to him, of his mother, washing his hair, before ... He pushed the thought down, savagely, and turned his attention to his jaw, a thick layer of soap covered it, as the cool, welcome edge of the razor stripped it of errant growth. Finally satisfied, Caelin washed the blade, drying it with the towel, before stepping from the tub. He scrubed himself dry, before dressing in his freshly laundered clothing, it was worn, thread bare in spots, but it had served him well. He folded the towel, placed mirror and brush atop it, however, remembering his earlier distress at being so vulnerable, he secured the straight razor behind his belt, on his left hip. Finally, by way of apology, he placed five steel coins in the towel, concealing them from casual observation, hoping the maiden from earlier would find them. As Caelin, feeling entirely refreshed walked from the baths he heard the sounds of construction, hammers driving nails, the rumble of laden carts down laneways, and the shouts of merchants as they set up their wares. Curious he walked atop the wall, balancing atop the scaffolding that had been erected to repair the damage from the dragon's attack, he saw children, and banners, bright colors, and a few fitful smiles as the people of Greenest tried to carry on with their lives. He moved to join them, and then noted a scorched and blackened patch of stone, "Iro," he sighed wistfully. He paused there a moment, and placed his palm against the rough, charred stone. He took a deep breath, as though he could draw from the Kagonesti's final resting place, the same wisdom, patience and grace the druid had extolled to him. A flat, grim smile, as he patted the stone, and then moved through the main gates to the market square. As Caelin exited the keep, he noted Zakkoth's broad, hunched frame, stalking some poor farm ... Benyt?! He realised that despite the trials that they had endured, he knew little to nothin of the mercenary, and could hardly recognize the woman without her mail and great curved blade. He moved, with purpose, and caught up to the pair, "Mid-day greetings to you both! Seems a repast has been set out for us, shall we partake of ale and sweet meats?"
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Post by Daos on Mar 14, 2021 13:38:56 GMT -8
Eliana and Chantilly head to one of the vendor stands, where an assortment of colorful pastries and cupcakes are for sale for a silver each. The stand is manned by a young man, whom Eliana recognizes as the kitchen boy from the inn the night of the attack--Joran, she thinks Caelin called him. "Oh, it's you!" he says recognizing Eliana. "They say you drove the dragon away. Is that true?"
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Post by HorizonsDream on Mar 14, 2021 15:20:14 GMT -8
"They look delicious!" Eliana says as she feels her stomach growl a little bit. She didn't even realize she was hungry until she started looking at food. She starts to ask Chantilly which ones she wants when Joran recognizes her. She strains her mind for a moment as she tries to remember his name. She know she has heard it before. "...Joran, right?" she asks. She runs her fingers through her hair, almost as if she was embarrassed. She wasn't embarrassed though, just feeling kind of humble. "Well, it was more of a team effort, but yeah," she says with a smile.
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Post by GorgonHeap on Mar 15, 2021 7:33:38 GMT -8
Feeling a looming presence, Benyt's cheek started to itch. Zakkoth may not be the sort of overtly aggressive Draconian with which she's familiar, but everybody has a hidden side. And his great size made him intimidating no matter what his disposition. As she spoke with a handful of locals, Zakkoth hovering quietly nearby, another man appeared nearby, smiling pleasantly.
"Salām, Caelin. I trust some rest set you aright. It's good that you chose to recover from the trauma of the attack alongside the townsfolk. Best to support each other." She eyes him curiously, avoiding serious questions and hoping her implications are properly inferred. He was passionate, wounded, and undirected, and if she was to remain for any length of time she'd prefer people's heads be on straight. "Since I arrived at a late hour, maybe you can explain to me all that's happened here." She's polite enough to include Zakkoth in this, even though she's unnerved by him. As you walk and mingle, she nibbles on various snacks and meats, finding them annoyingly unusual or bland when compared with her vague childhood recollections. She sips at cup of wine gently, enough to taste but not enough to cloud her mind.
OOC: If y'all actually share info, you don't have to write it out unless you want to do so in a particular manner - it just gives Benyt an IC reason for me to access the summaries.
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Post by Daos on Mar 15, 2021 13:56:00 GMT -8
"That's right!" Joran answers, beaming with pride that she remembers his name. "Hopefully that dragon thinks twice before ever coming back here again!"
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Post by HorizonsDream on Mar 15, 2021 15:38:09 GMT -8
"Oh, I don't think that dragon is coming back here again," Eliana says. "But did you make all of these?" she asks, motioning to the sweets.
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Post by Daos on Mar 15, 2021 18:51:55 GMT -8
"Yeah! Miss Aleaha showed me how." Joran fidgets a bit. "I guess I...I just wanted to honor her memory. Anyway, Sergiu and me are hoping to raise enough coin to rebuild and reopen the inn. So I spent all morning baking."
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Post by Zero Prime on Mar 15, 2021 19:40:26 GMT -8
Caelin Valaerys, pariah of TakhisisARMOR CLASS: 14 | HIT POINTS: 24 | CURRENT: 24 | HIT DIE: 3d8 | CURRENT: 3d8 PASSIVE PERCEPTION: 15 | PASSIVE INSIGHT: 17 | INSPIRATION: 1 Caelin nodded to the warrior, a frown touched his face, "It's hard to believe that it has only been three days, maybe four," he looked around at the bustling town, survivors trying to move on, he stumbled, a crowd of children chasing one another rushing through them. A frown, he immediately checked his belongings, satisfied they were still there, he turned back to Benyt, "lives can change, so fundamentally, in so short a time." He sighed, "I was, unkind to you, when we first met. I gave you cause to take offense, you stayed your hand, and still you aided us in our task, even freeing Henry and myself from our capture at the cultists hands." He shrugged, looking towards his feet before looking up, " I cannot say I would have done the same, though shameful, that is the truth." He looked behind him to Zakkoth, "Though this old fool oft counsels me to consider my actions, and I pray that some of that wisdom eventually pierces my thick skull." As they moved from stall to stall, he continued in largely the same vein, informing their companion of the events that occured on that night of ash and flame, their actions during it, and of those that they lost. Zakkoth was there to fill in the blanks where Caelin's memory stumbled or faltered, given the proximity of the townsfolk, Caelin, poignantly left out any mention of Mondath or Cyanwrath and his former association with the Children of Takhisis. As they finished their first circuit, he shrugged, kicking a pebble in the path, "And how did you come to find yourself at Greenest, in her hour of need?"
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Post by HorizonsDream on Mar 15, 2021 21:50:44 GMT -8
"It is a good way to honor her memory," Eliana says kindly. "So, let me be one of the first to pitch in. Can you give me like a dozen of those cookies, and then two cupcakes?" She asks. Chantilly, want ti pick out which ones you want? My treat."
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