JA's - The Prince's Own - Relaunch Part 1

[KerlanRayne]

Theric returns to his tent after having mingled with many other people and keeping an eye out for the earlier trouble makers. At the end of the long night, he returns to his tent where a light shines for a bit and he then turns in for the night.

OOC: More in personal thread.

 

[Nidhogg]

Haden finishes the last bit of ale in his mug before standing and leaving for his tent. However as he made his way through what little crowd was still left in the dining area he was intercepted by a young woman with hair the color of flames.

 

[Scotley]

"You all may join me at my tent for breakfast if you wish. But not too early'" he adds before finishing off a glass of champaign. Upon returning to his tent he drinks a good quantity of water and a bit of tea before retiring.

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

Deaglan eats and drinks sparingly, but always seems to have a glass and plate in hand as he makes his way 'round the party. As he hasn't been in the city for long, he 'works' his conversations to draw out information from them regarding quality accomodations, close to the party, and at a reasonable price.

Diplomacy (Gather Information) (1d20+13=25)
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[Graybeard]

Artemis slowly makes his way back to the tent as the party winds down. He politely declines offers of companionship from a few young ladies along the way. He was certain he could have accepted an offer without his girlfriend finding out. However, he was not that type of person and he had made a vow to be faithful and true.

 

[Fenris]

Sigvald had certainly drank and ate a hearty amount, but not to excess. It wasn't good to over indulge in food and drink before a raid, and his duty and honor lay in serving well. So Sigvald made a joyous way back to his tent, singing ancient songs loudly, and meandering through the cool evening. He felt free as free as on the open sea. he knew tomorrow his oath and bondage, even one of honor, would begin. He went to his tent and slept deeply and peacefully.

 

[J. Alexander]

Sorry for the delay..someone went out of FMLA and it really screwed our office dynamic..the upside is lol now I handle all the goverment bidding so i get a tougher but less time consuming work load

Sigvald parties with the best of them and soon finds himself totaly intoxicated on the various sweet wines that seem to go to his head.
Artermeis wandeers the crowd and finds he is being heavily stalked by two young beauties.
Deglan has a great time but most of the gossip is worthless.young people with a feeling of self importance exgarrating their family connections and knowledge of the world
Henry begins to fall into a heavy sleep as do the others who returned to their tents.

The night winds on and all too soon a very loud drum roll anouces the start of the day. Leaving the confines of your tents you are all somewhat out of sorts that you have overslept and have yet to have your morning bath. The massive party from the night before has all been cleaned up and the field is pristine with chairs now arranged in front of the platform. On the back of each chair is the family sigil of a candidate. On the stage three tall chairs have been arranged in the very center and two large braziers are to each side.

Actions

 

[Scotley]

Henry starts into action splashing some water on his face, getting into his candidate's uniform and downing some tea. He orders his servant to put out the plain banners marking him as a candidate and start packing up the things he will keep and preparing to sell the rest of the food and drink he has left from the week. Getting himself into the best order he can in the time he has he stumbles out to find the seat marked with his families sigil on the back of his chair.

 

[Scott DeWar]

Use to sudden rude awakenings of an attack, Magus Ecks jumps into his proper candidates uniform after a quick wash, and a light splash of cologne. A snap of his fingers and he is freshened from prestidigitation; his pennant too is made the blank slate of a candidate as he hurries to his assigned seat.

 

[Nidhogg]

As the drum sounds Haden is startled, usually drums are the beginnings of a war march in his experience, but quickly takes in his surroundings. As he realizes where he is he springs into action and dresses for the formal environment of the days ceremonies.