Festival of Halina (Orsal Judging)

[Bront]

*To test her strange feeling, Lasair decides to see if there are any torcs of power preservation on sale for 99% off or barter, since she clearly doesn't have enough of these golden coins to purchase one normally.*

You find that most people are willing to sell you some Talcom Powder, but don't seem to understand what you're asking for. Those that do, say that they only wish they could sell one to you for that price and make money doing it.

 

[Rystil Arden]

(OOC: Ah well, worth a shot )

 

[Bront]

The merchant does have several dull grey Ioun stones, as well as selection of shards.

 

[Rystil Arden]

(OOC:

Sadly, for psions nothing magic is worth the material its made with until the Headband of Int +2--though they can use nonmagical armour, if only Lasair could carry more )

 

[LogicsFate]

We're just wandering, might check out a game of chance or skill, maybe look for a hat. Elise will ask a vendor When is the next ceremony?

 

[Bront]

We're just wandering, might check out a game of chance or skill, maybe look for a hat. Elise will ask a vendor When is the next ceremony?

"The opening feast is tonight." says the hat vendor. He's got hats of all sizes and shapes, including a nice blue beret that sims to shimmer a bit in the light.

 

[LogicsFate]

"The opening feast is tonight." says the hat vendor. He's got hats of all sizes and shapes, including a nice blue beret that sims to shimmer a bit in the light.

"Thanks sir!" She'll pass on the hat and follow Lasair for awhile

 

[El Jefe]

"You don't get him lost now you hear?" She says to Oirhandir, slapping him on the butt playfully as she walks past him and back into her chambers.

Oirhandir was stunned, motionless for a few moments. No elf would dare touch another there unless they were quite intimate...something that wouldn't happen until they had spent at least a year or so in each other's company. Yet, he reasoned, these tall ones live such short lives that perhaps they didn't have time to get properly acquainted before...before...surely she couldn't desire to partner with both Oirhandir and Fang, could she?

"Uh, yes, no, er, I mean I'll have him back by mid-afternoon, uh, Hellen -- ma'am", he stammered. It seemed awfully warm in the temple chambers...apparently, brewing beer was hard work.

 

[Kishwa Dogteeth]

Hellen's eyes widden when she spies Fang's muscular build, and Oirhandir notices she swoons just a bit. "Great Hon, I'll go get this prepped. You two go enjoy the festival for a bit, but Fang hon, you try to be back here round mid afternoon or so, so I can get ya preped for the dinner." She smiles and plants a big wet one on you. "Have fun hon, and don't be late" she says in a strangely sultry voice.

"You don't get him lost now you hear?" She says to Oirhandir, slapping him on the butt playfully as she walks past him and back into her chambers.

Fang accepts the kiss warmly, and promises to be back by mid afternoon.

Then when he's alone with his bardic friend his mind starts racing. "Whad'a woman!" he gasped. "Whad'a guy buy for fair lady anyhow? Got ta git 'er somefin. Usual orcs like give side'a mutton to woo lady. You tink dat work on Fang's hot mamma, cause Fand wan' some a dat."

 

[El Jefe]

"Whad'a guy buy for fair lady anyhow? Got ta git 'er somefin. Usual orcs like give side'a mutton to woo lady. You tink dat work on Fang's hot mamma, cause Fand wan' some a dat."

Matchmaker for an orc? Oirhandir considered that if Hellen became sufficiently distracted with Fang, that would free himself for...other things.

"Hmmm", he thought out loud. "No, I don't think that would be it. Isn't there supposed to be a big feast or something tonight, and you and her are in charge of it? No, I think she'll have all the food she can eat tonight."

Orihandir pondered. What to get a woman of men? Had Hellen been elven, he'd have a good idea of what would please her. But human women? He knew not, he had only the tales of the sailors he'd journeyed with as his guide.

"You probably couldn't go wrong with something pretty for her to wear", he decided. "I'd stay away from religious symbols and...clothes? Always let a woman help you pick out clothes for her...there's too much that can go wrong there. But a nice trinket, something that looks good on her...and if it's got little gold or silver stalks of wheat or something like that on it, so much the better. I think that symbol really goes with the festival...you tell her to think of you when she wears it, and she should like you...she should like you real good. So I take it that you want to go shopping?", he asked, ready to leave.

As they turned to leave, Oirhandir was thinking that the more intimate a piece of jewelry, the better. But just how intimate a piece could Fang give the lady without going too far?