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Saturday, 11th September, 2010, 04:55 AM #21
Acolyte (Lvl 2)
Darling perched herself gingerly on the table and let her voice greet the ears of the battle weary men like a long lost love. She hummed a few haunting bars and felt the intoxicating effect of an entire room's attention. She paused for just a moment at the high point and let the silence taunt her audience before the unseen flute picked up an effervescent tempo and several sets toes began to tap along in time.
"Be dragged or be driven,
Be damned or forgiven,
Together we've striven,
Now into the fray!"
She jerked the hat out from under Far and the sleeping bird erupted in a dramatic flurry of feathers, coaxing a few excited chuckles and light applause. She held her hand up to him and put the hat to her heart to thank her new friend for his unwilling participation.
"Through hell, our men delved,
Unsure of themselves,
And routed the Elves!
Triumphant this day!"
Darling had been moving lightly around the floor, circling and smiling, her eyes sparkled as she sang. A man in the corner took up his lute and lent his strings to the song. Darling put on Cedric's hat and twirled gracefully back toward the group but pretended to stumble and sprawled herself out across Elms' lap.
"Our mettle was tested!
Our enemies? Bested!
Let the ale be ingested!
We've earned it! Let's play!"http://www.enworld.org/forum/5266288-post73.html
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Saturday, 11th September, 2010, 05:12 AM #22
Magsman (Lvl 14)
Sunday, 12th September, 2010, 11:47 PM #23
Minor Trickster (Lvl 4)
Cedric clapped while trying desperately to get his hat back. "Marvelous, most marvelous!" He tried grabbing it off her head, but a hand from the cheering mass of soldiers pulled him back in his chair. "Eh, lovely song miss!" He pointed to his hat. "Quite the composition." He kept reaching for it, hesitating every time someone from the crowd gave him a stern look.
Far landed on Darlings hand, struggling to keep balance. He lent a few calls to the melody before taking off and flying clumsily around the room.
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Tuesday, 14th September, 2010, 05:28 AM #24
Magsman (Lvl 14)
The revelry continues as a few villiagers take up instruments and tables a pushed from the center of the room so people can dance. But the common room feels up quickly and soon the feastivities spill out to the outside tables. Soon Malaroc, Cedirc, Elms, and Darling find themselves winded from dancing and securing their fourth table (after lossing three others). This one is outside and the cool freah air helps revive them for another round of drinks.
Sitting around the table outside they notice Lord Vance's party returning. They move in a slow measured pace as they enter the villiage. And then they all notice the slow pass is due to members of their party walking.
The proceesion moves along the street stopping in front of the way house. Lord Vance talks to a stern faced man wearing a robe and golden sash*.
Then two gaurds escort Jareth and Trinham towards the wayhouse. Shockingly they are both bound and Jareth wears a gag. The guards along with Vance and a few others enter the way house. And just as quickly the villiagers inside exit.
Upon leaving the common room the two white tabard soilders take up guard postions by the door, and Vance addresses the bewildered crowd. "I am sorry folks, truly I am." And his look and tone state that a simple truth. "But the common room is off limits for a short time. Please continue your celebration, you have all earned it."
Without another word he re-joins his entourage and walks towards the bridge and manor house. Along with the mounted blue cloak soldiers, are a few of the other "heroes of the western wood" they too are bound and the spell casting woman wears her own gag.
Tuesday, 14th September, 2010, 02:44 PM #25
Scout (Lvl 6)
Trinham offers no resistance as his wrists are bound, although he does try flexing them so they are not too tight. On the way back to the village he amused himself by trying to decide what he would do to Dellex. Although Trinham is not by nature a cruel person, he really fancies [spoiler]Self-censored due to extreme gore and ENWorld's child friendly policy[/spoiler], although that would need a wand of cure-light-wounds and some kind of dimension anchor. Deciding that although satisfying, this is getting too complected he plumps for burning at the stake instead.
Once on their own in the wayhouse, Trinham makes a serious attempt at testing his bounds. He also does a trial run to see if he can cast Mage Hand while bound, without actual triggering the spell.
Tuesday, 14th September, 2010, 03:28 PM #26
Scout (Lvl 6)
Mal had refrained from the dancing as the others spun in circles all around. He continuously moved away, until he found himself outside, sitting and working on the gift from his master.
Spotting the entourage, Mal simply shakes his head. 'A fine mess this has turned out to be... first they help save the village, then they are shackled...'
His thoughts are then interrupted by the copper dragon, as he hears her words. Knowing that she is not one to keep waiting, Mal works on putting the items away, standing to stretch, and offering a simple, "Too much ale.." as his excuse for taking his leave.
Tuesday, 14th September, 2010, 07:07 PM #27
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Jareth's eyes are defiant and enraged as he is walked into the common room, bound and gagged. The gag itself muffles his curses, but his intent is clear as a regular stream of muted mutterings comes from him. His hands don't move, though, making it clear he isn't casting, just swearing. He doesn't bother trying to get out of the ropes, figuring it would cause more trouble, but his mind is focused on repaying this infuriating insult. Damnable bastard! Just ask the soldiers I fought beside, if you want to know I helped! runs through his mind, even as red-tinged thoughts of revenge lurk in the corners of his mind.
He would accuse my father of conspiracy? Rich, accuse a dead man who cannot defend himself. And to insinuate my father and I are alike! It would be nice to feed that man his lying, serpent's tongue!
Wednesday, 15th September, 2010, 02:51 AM #28
Acolyte (Lvl 2)
Darling set her borrowed hat back on Cedric's head as she walked up behind him. It looked no worse for the wear and smelled faintly of the girl's perfume. She took a deep breath of the cool night air and put an arm each around Elms and Cedric as she sat down between them at the table. The alcohol was mostly danced out of her system, but she was still enjoying herself and the sound of the music made her feel glad to be alive.
Malaroc was sitting across from them, tinkering with a mess of items that Darling couldn't identify. He looked up as a group of men approached. Darling followed his eyes and recognized a couple of the men who had run off with the Dwarf as soon as she'd arrived at the battlefield.
"Aren't these our comrades, being paraded around in chains?"
Malaroc excused himself as Darling's attention was drawn to a robed man who seemed to be responsible for this grim arrest. More accurately, she noticed the golden sash around the man's waist. It gleamed in the light and tugged at something in her mind.
Thursday, 16th September, 2010, 12:45 AM #29
Minor Trickster (Lvl 4)
"Comrades? You're not saying these men fought in the battle? And their captors seem to count the honorable lord Valorn among them. This makes no sense, no sense I tell you!"
Cedric tilted his hat forward, hoping to look a tad more serious. "I smell corruption. Whether it's your friends or the high society that reeks, I know not, but this isn't right either way."
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Thursday, 16th September, 2010, 05:51 AM #30
Magsman (Lvl 14)
The villiagers try and start the festivites again but it seems no one wishes to celebrate with the dark cloud that now hangs over the wayhouse. And now the ale has also stopped flowing due to noone allowed inside the wayhouse.