Festival of Halina (Orsal Judging)

[Bront]

Sunny and Troi head to the opening cerimony, and Fang is drug along by Oirhander.

You manage to sneak your way in fairly close to the ropes, where several people making last minute preperations. A man steps to the forefront as the others sit down. He is fairly tall, well build but with a bit of girth, with short grey and a winning smile. He calls for the crowd to quiet down, and a hush falls over the field.

"Ladies and Gentilemen, I'd like to welcome you to our fine town of Covington. I am John Clinton, mayor of this wonderful town, and it is my estimed duty to welcome you to the Festival of Halina."

Chears roar up from the crowd and the townsfolk alike. After a short time, he hushes the crowd again.

"And now, to open the festival, we begin with the cerimonial harvesting of the last stalk of wheat. This year, I am proud to present to you, to do the final harvest, my lovely daughter Daphnie."

Again, the crowd applauses, as a beautiful young blonde woman steps up with a fairly good sized blade, waving towards the crowd. She takes the blade, and slices the stalk near the base, before catching the stalk. She smiles and bows to more cheers and applause.

Sunny: [sblock]I probably don't have to tell you at this point that you recognise her from previous activities yesterday [/sblock]

John calms the crowd down again. "And now, as is tradition, Daphnie will toss out the last stalk, and who ever catches it shall be this year's master of cerimonies!" Again the crowd goes wild. "Whenever you're ready dear" He says to his daughter.

Daphnie smiles and winks over in the party's direction before she takes a few quick steps and casts the stalk into the crowd. The stalk flies into the crowd, and lands, sticking in the hair of one suprised orc. Quickly, several of the townsfolk rush over to Fang and escort him to the center. Daphnie blushes a bit and smiles, giving Fang a quick hug and then places a gold medalion hanging from a ribbon around his neck. The crowd cheers wildly as John tries to get the name of the still somewhat supprised orc.

"Ladies and Gentilemen, this festival's master of Cerimonies, FANG!" John shouts, and the crowd roards with applaus and chearing that seems unmatched in any previous attempts. "Let the festival begin!" John calls out again to the chearing crowd, which eventualy begins to disperse.

As the crowd disperses John smiles and shakes Fang's hand. "Congratulations sir. When you geet yourself settled, stop by the temple before noon." John points to a rather husky woman "Talk to Hellen, chief priestes of Halina here about what you'll need to do. It's nothing big, just a few cerimonal things for show, and the baking of the last wheat" he says as he pulls the stalk from Fang's head. He pats Fang on the back and heads over to Hellen, who has had a big grin on her face looking at Fang, and hands her the stalk. Hellen scurries off towards the temple.

Troi:[sblock]You saw Daphnie scurry off towards town durring the final comotion, blushing profusely and mumbling something to herself[/sblock]

 

[Bront]

Lasair and Elise

After almost an hour and a half of wait, you begin to see people straming back to their caravans, as well as passer bys looking at the merchandise. Lenny, Karl, and Grimel come back, laughing amonst them selves. Grimel whispers something to Ingus, which causes him to chuckle "Is that so? That should be quite interesting."

 

[El Jefe]

Oirhandir tagged along with Fang, feeling a little responsible for getting the big lug into his latest adventure.

 

[LogicsFate]

Seems it's over, I can't wait to go play some games, assuming they have any. If Troi comes back, Elise asks him how it went

 

[Kishwa Dogteeth]

OOC- Fang's actually 100% orc, not half-orc. Hope they don't lynch me

Fang reached up, grabbed the stalk from his hair, and started to say "Oh shi..." when the crowd started to cheer. Immediately his face went from green to red, and his stomach started churning like a volcanno about to blow.

"Ahh... Ahhh.... Ahhh" he fumbled when he shook John's hand. "Ahhh...Ahh.. yue sure yue be wantin me?"

A moment later John was gone, and Fang was left with a very big problem. "'ow deh heck am'ee gonna git tru' dis?" he asked. "Canna barely speak deh common, an deh want Fang to... dear Lord someone git me'a drink."

Feeling defeated, Fang dropped his head into his hands in frustration, but having little other choice he began stepping nervously towards Hellen. "Oirhandir, yue comin?" Fang asked hopefully.

 

[El Jefe]

"Oirhandir, yue comin?" Fang asked hopefully.

Well, of course there was nothing to do but to help out the orc. And for all his martial prowess, he did look badly in need of...well, moral support if nothing else.

"Now, Fang, don't worry", said the elf. "Of course I'm coming. I wouldn't miss this for anything. I'd bet they never had an orc who was master of ceremonies before, so they'll be just as worried as you are. And don't forget, I'm a bard. My specialty is entertaining crowds of strangers. Why, with my advice, you can't possibly go wrong. They'll love you. I mean, think about it...they trust a total stranger to do this. How hard can it be?"

Oirhandir sensed that he had laid it on pretty thick. He hoped that his friend wouldn't think that he was mocking him. Then Oirhandir reconsidered Fang's acumen for such things, and decided that the chance of that was pretty slim.

Truth be told, Oirhandir's biggest worry was that he'd have to be separated from his large, hairy friend for part of the ceremonies. If there was an opportunity for Fang to get into trouble, that would be it.

 

[Bront]

OOC- Fang's actually 100% orc, not half-orc. Hope they don't lynch me

OOC: Oops, fixed the previous post. This makes it even more entertaining.

BTW, what's everyone elses plan for the day? The festival has started, so there's more going on.

 

[Bront]

Fang & Oirhandir

Fang and Oirhandir make their way to the temple. Inside, Hellen is hard at work, preping things towards the back. "Come in, come in" she calls to you both. She looks over Fang "Mmm, mmm. Aren't you a hunk of man there. Yup, got us a good one this year." She says as she circles Fang.

"Now, it's normal for you to help make something with the last stalk of wheat. Normaly, we bake a good ole loaf of bread, but you don't seem like the baking type hon. What do ya know 'bout brewing hon?" As she's circling Fang, she's slowly moved closer, to where she's almost on top of him, to finaly drape her hands over him and look him in the eyes. Amazingly, she's built big and bulky. Nearly the size of a good orcish woman.

Hellen then notices Oirhander "Oh, who's your twig of a friend over there? Aren't you a cute little one?"

 

[El Jefe]

"Oh, who's your twig of a friend over there? Aren't you a cute little one?"

Being a little heavy for an elf, it had been a long time since anyone had compared Oirhandir to a twig. The elf didn't quite know what to make of that, but comparing himself to the hulking orc and the massive woman, he had to admit he was the twig in this gathering.

Trying to make the best of things, he nodded deeply, almost bowing to the priestess, and touched the brim of his hat in respect. "My name is Oirhandir, ma'am", he offered. "And I don't know how much Fang knows about brewing beer, but I know he sure likes drinking it. And that's half the battle, right?"

OOC:[sblock]Diplomacy +7, trying to make a good impression both for himself and for Fang.[/sblock]

 

[Bront]

"Well, drinking it is where the fun begins then isn't it? Well, brewing takes a bit longer, so let's see what we can do to speed it up." She says, dragging Fang with her to where she was prepairing things. Oirhandir follows them into a kitchen, where all sorts of preperation tools are sorted out.