Festival of Halina (Orsal Judging)

[Bront]

"Ah, such a radiant vision of lovliness", thought Oirhandir to himself as he gazed at the elf if the green dress. "Now is the best chance I will have to act all night!", his thoughts continued.

Oirhandir strode boldly across the space between them, took a knee in the traditional elven gesture of respect to a woman's beauty, and gracefully extended a hand, palm up, as he drank in the features of her face with his eyes. Tilting his head to the side and nodding slightly, he asked, "May I have the honor of your beauty beside me during the next dance?"

She blushes slightly and smiles before taking your hand. "That sounds lovely." she responds in a soft, silky voice. As you close to dance, she shys away from the initial touch untill she settles down a bit. She smiles, still blushing a bit from embarasment, but that does not hinder her dancing, which is a smooth and gracefull glide across the floor.

 

[Bront]

Troi:
[sblock]You spot a gnome couple dancing that seems to bump into several of the dancers. You noticed a glint of steel in the hand of the man durring one of the bumps, and notice the woman tucks something away shortly afterwards.[/sblock]

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Lasair's eyebrows raise, and for a moment she appears startled, then indecisive, until she finally says:*

"Uhh, no thank you, sir. I'm afraid I've gotten rather tired from all this dancing. I think I'll just...take a rest."

 

[Bront]

*Lasair's eyebrows raise, and for a moment she appears startled, then indecisive, until she finally says:*

"Uhh, no thank you, sir. I'm afraid I've gotten rather tired from all this dancing. I think I'll just...take a rest."

The halfling nods, a bit disapointed, and wanders off to find another dance partner.

But not a few moments later, rather burly gnome approaches Lasair "Could I have this dance?" he inquires.

OOC: [sblock]The random dance partner chart has a sense of humor I see.[/sblock]

 

[Rystil Arden]

(OOC: Lasair went and sat down after that first one--her people have been 'dancing' with halflings for many many years, and she couldn't bring herself to do so here, but she also didn't want to be rude )

 

[El Jefe]

She smiles, still blushing a bit from embarasment, but that does not hinder her dancing, which is a smooth and gracefull glide across the floor.

Oirhandir was both thrilled and relieved...relieved to find that social customs among the elves on this side of the great ocean were the same as the ones he'd been taught back home, and thrilled the the lovely lass accepted his invitation to dance. He glided across the trampled meadow with her as gracefully as he could, trying to win her trust with a supportive but respectful embrace.

"Your feet move as gracefully as the little skimmers that walk across the surface of still waters", he ventured. "I have traveled from across the great ocean, and have not seen such grace upon these shores until this moment", he continued, sweeping his gaze up to her eyes. "I am called Oirhandir, and my day would be complete if you would but tell me your name."

Somewhere, an orc and a huge human woman were pressing against each other. Somewhere, Elise was meeting a handsome stranger while Troi and Lasair rested. Somewhere, Sunny was...well, who knew precisely what Sunny was doing? But none of this mattered to Oirhandir, for in his wanderings he had now found someone who reminded him of home.

 

[two]

Well, by this point Sunny is likely in a dark corner somewhere, either standing up and looking around blearily, or squatting down with eyes closed, or laid out under a table somewhere -- snoozing it off.

 

[GnomeWorks]

[sblock]Troi shakes his head, attempting to clear his vision and his thoughts. He rises and begins slowly approaching the pavilion, keeping to the shadows but not making any particular effort to stay out of sight. He watches the gnome couple intently, though his gaze flickers now and then to the other couples, to watch for the same sort of action, or anything else suspicious.[/sblock]

OoC for Bront: [sblock]Since we are guarding a caravan, one which is at the festival, would it be a correct assumption that we are at least somewhat armed? Troi doesn't take the chain shirt off, since he has endurance and there isn't any real reason to remove it; also, I would imagine that he keeps at least one or two weapons on him, given his background in shadier circles. But I'll let it be your call - does he have his weaponry and/or armor, or not? If he has his weapons, I imagine he'd have his whip, his shortsword, and possibly his boomerang and/or longbow. Whip and shortsword are primary weapons; boomerang is a personally crafted weapon; and his longbow is his only ranged weapon he's any good with (not proficient with boomerang).[/sblock]

 

[Bront]

(OOC: Lasair went and sat down after that first one--her people have been 'dancing' with halflings for many many years, and she couldn't bring herself to do so here, but she also didn't want to be rude )

OOC: Yes, but you rolled another random dance encounter The Gnome hit you up before you managed to sit down.

Troi: Many people have their weapons on them, or at least a few dress weapons, so you're welcome to have any you want on you.

 

[Bront]

Troi: [sblock]You watch the gnome couple intently, and spot them again bump into another couple and the glint of steel. However, you see one of them curse silently, as it apprears they missed their mark that time. You don't spot any other activity that looks this supisous in the crowd.[/sblock]

Sunny:[Sblock]You find this beer quite intoxicating (Beyond normal), and easy to drink. You find a quiet corner with a few other men who seem quite content to let you drink to yourself. A half-elf sits down besides you and says "I'll bet I can <hic> out drink you."[/sblock]