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[sblock] From your position you can not only see but hear most everything in the clearing, mostly because Johan projects so loudly. Also, the wind has shifted and the others voices carry toward you, faint but clear enough for you to make out.
You can see across the river, which varies at this point from 50 to 100 yards in width. A few trees dot the far bank, which you assume from you knowledge to be the territory of the Kingdom of Furyondy.[/sblock]
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Like a bolt of lightning, Johan disengages from Vergart's religious discussion to answer Colm and Yondo. The man leaps past James to light upon an old log. "Ahh our troupe is composed of an amazing roster! Why before you, you see a spectacle of the age, Telion of Celene, the world famous bearded elf and wonder of Oerth."
Telion bows at the introduction.
"This young woman," Johan continues, motioning to the mandolin player, "is Drusilla, fortuneteller and seer of things not of this world!"
Close now, you each can see Drusilla is a young rather plain looking woman. And besides her dark hair, you can see she also owns a sour expression and a rather large chin mole. Drusilla continues playing her instrument, ignoring the party.
"And of course, last and not least," Johan continues, "The two, twin, tow haired halflings, Hawk and Houk, master acrobats, fine jugglers and fireaters, but slightly mediocre wheelsmiths."
The bald man laughs at his own remark, then strikes a dramatic posture, facing Yondo as if the crossbowman were an audience of princes. "Together, we entertain and amuse, specializing in country festivals and faires. With song, story, puppetry, pantomine and mighty feats! Have you not heard of us? We are most well known in the better circles of society."
As Johan finishes, Telion accepts Colms greetings and bids everyone to be comfortable. He smiles knowingly at Colm, as if he anticipated the priest's question. "My beard, friend cleric, is as much a mystery to myself as it is to others. However, I have always possessed it, hence my attendence in this company."
The elf locates Ursula and motions for the bear. The animal ceases its assault on Norgim but remains at the dwarf's feet like a faithful cat.
"Ursula, I fear has confused your friend for a former member of our company", Telion says wistfully, his voice strangely melodic. "Our strongman, or strongdwarf rather..Ursula was quite fond of him."
"Aye and no doubt he wont be returning this time," Drusilla injects violently, her voice the croak of a much older woman. "That drunkard was always a fool, but he was doubly foolish to stomp away alone. He never made it to Arles.... I know it, and probably he's in the belly of the Fiend!"
Johan drops his to this point congenial manner. "Quiet woman..fetch the stew for our guests. No one wishes to hear your prognostications!"
An akward silence falls over the clearing, except for the sound of the wind in the trees.
[sblock] From your position you can not only see but hear most everything in the clearing, mostly because Johan projects so loudly. Also, the wind has shifted and the others voices carry toward you, faint but clear enough for you to make out.
You can see across the river, which varies at this point from 50 to 100 yards in width. A few trees dot the far bank, which you assume from you knowledge to be the territory of the Kingdom of Furyondy.[/sblock]
For Everyone:
Like a bolt of lightning, Johan disengages from Vergart's religious discussion to answer Colm and Yondo. The man leaps past James to light upon an old log. "Ahh our troupe is composed of an amazing roster! Why before you, you see a spectacle of the age, Telion of Celene, the world famous bearded elf and wonder of Oerth."
Telion bows at the introduction.
"This young woman," Johan continues, motioning to the mandolin player, "is Drusilla, fortuneteller and seer of things not of this world!"
Close now, you each can see Drusilla is a young rather plain looking woman. And besides her dark hair, you can see she also owns a sour expression and a rather large chin mole. Drusilla continues playing her instrument, ignoring the party.
"And of course, last and not least," Johan continues, "The two, twin, tow haired halflings, Hawk and Houk, master acrobats, fine jugglers and fireaters, but slightly mediocre wheelsmiths."
The bald man laughs at his own remark, then strikes a dramatic posture, facing Yondo as if the crossbowman were an audience of princes. "Together, we entertain and amuse, specializing in country festivals and faires. With song, story, puppetry, pantomine and mighty feats! Have you not heard of us? We are most well known in the better circles of society."
As Johan finishes, Telion accepts Colms greetings and bids everyone to be comfortable. He smiles knowingly at Colm, as if he anticipated the priest's question. "My beard, friend cleric, is as much a mystery to myself as it is to others. However, I have always possessed it, hence my attendence in this company."
The elf locates Ursula and motions for the bear. The animal ceases its assault on Norgim but remains at the dwarf's feet like a faithful cat.
"Ursula, I fear has confused your friend for a former member of our company", Telion says wistfully, his voice strangely melodic. "Our strongman, or strongdwarf rather..Ursula was quite fond of him."
"Aye and no doubt he wont be returning this time," Drusilla injects violently, her voice the croak of a much older woman. "That drunkard was always a fool, but he was doubly foolish to stomp away alone. He never made it to Arles.... I know it, and probably he's in the belly of the Fiend!"
Johan drops his to this point congenial manner. "Quiet woman..fetch the stew for our guests. No one wishes to hear your prognostications!"
An akward silence falls over the clearing, except for the sound of the wind in the trees.
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