Festival of Halina (Orsal Judging)


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"What is this accadamy that you speak of? What did you study there?"

Rinaldo listens to Elise (hopefully) finish her story.

Well, that leaves you my friend (He motions to Sunny). What's your story?"
 

The Academy of Chromatic Arts, there I learned Wizardry, Abjuration in piticular. Also I took courses in monster anatomy, counter spelling, spell identification, combat simulation (to cast under fire), Arcane lore, spell book management, History of wizards, Familiar summoning, Scroll writing, Language courses in Elven and Draconic, stops to take a breath I took courses in geography, history, magic rituals, constructs, dragons, arcane symbols and mysteries. And there was one course I remember very well Cryptic phrases-How cryptic is too cryptic, I never figured out what the teacher was trying to tell me. Also I took a course in glass crafting....to receive stress. Elise stops and much to her horror relishes she was rambling again
 



Fang
"Me fren, I'd be deh first to admit dat dere be plenty'a bad orcs out dere. But, if Fang be evidence of anyting, it be dat dere some good ones'as well."

Troi nods. "Oh yeah, there's some good ones out there, I know. Lathirn's got some orc in it's history, 'n whatnot, so I knew a few orcs an' a few halves, too. Some good, some bad... they're people too, jus' like anybody else."

Elise
...I took courses in monster anatomy...

"Courses in critter 'natomy, eh?" Troi asks, looking to Elise after she finishes her explanation of classes. "You an' me should talk later 'bout that. There's this one idea I've 'ad fer awhile, but I kinda lack th' trainin' ta really start lookin' fer ways ta go 'bout it. Maybe ya'll know somethin' I passed up..."
 

LogicsFate said:
...Language courses in Elven and Draconic...
Oirhandir made a mental note that Elise could speak both Elven and Draconic. He thought he should have expected a wizard to know some of the language of magic, what could be more natural? But still, he thought that knowledge might come in useful some time, when they wanted to have a private conversation in the middle of a crowd.

He wondered. He'd picked up enough Hafling from Ignatius on the last adventure to be proficient, and he was working on his dwarven whenever Ingus slowed down enough to teach him some. Ah well, he mused, a bard can never know too many languages.
 

Bront said:
"What is this accadamy that you speak of? What did you study there?"

Rinaldo listens to Elise (hopefully) finish her story.

Well, that leaves you my friend (He motions to Sunny). What's your story?"

"Oh, I don't so much have a story as have stories... rather, I embody that which makes a story, either good or bad. Meaning, my life hasn't been, up to this point, particularly clear sailing. As it were. Or, to use another analogy, if I've seen half as much as I'd like to have seen, it's 100% certain that that which remains as-yet unseen is less than likely to occur or to make much impact upon me.

You know what I mean?"

Sunny smiles to all, speaking quite seriously, then looks upwards a bit, as if towards the heavens for inspiration.
 

From a distance, you can hear Rinaldo's name being called. "It appears I am being called away." He looks at the sky, noting that it is well into the evening now. "It has been entertaining to talk to fellow travelers. And I wish you all the best of luck. Eat and drink your fill my friends, and I hope I shall see you again sometime. You've been great company." He turns to Elise and Lasair "Especialy you two. To partake of your beauty would make any mans day."

Indeed it is getting late, and Ingus is expecting you to help watch over his carts at night, so after eating your fill, you all wander back to Ingus's booth in the north field. Most of the booths appear to double as sleeping areas for those who inhabit them, as tents, canopys, and fire pits have sprung up all over the fields. When you return to Ingus's booth it is no different, there is a canopy over the area with tables set up in it, as well as a few tents in the back. There is a large firepit dug out, but only a small fire remains in it for the night.

Grimel smiles as he sees you return "Ah, there you are. I was about set to go off looking for you. Ingus has called it a day, and I'm about ready to do the same. Those 3 tents there are yours to do with as you see fit. Tomorow we'd appreciate a bit of help finishing up the setup, but that shouldn't take more than a few hours. Till then, good night." With that, he ducks inside his tent.

OOC: I'll assume you're keeping the same watches unless you state otherwise. I'll let you sort out how you're using the tents and such, and we'll move on to the next day shortly :)
 
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Oirhandir pitched his tent, which was of elven design and was more comfortable for sitting but less comfortable for lying down that the more usual ones that Ingus provided. Oirhandir did not expect anyone to ask to share his tent, but would have welcomed the company had anyone done so.

As was his custom, the bard played his chimes well into the night, providing anyone who wished to drift off to sleep with the perfect accompaniment to do so.
 

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