Festival of Halina (Orsal Judging)

[Bront]

"Ah, so fortune has favored us both", came Oirhandir's reply. He paused for a moment. The gods did work in such strange ways. Had not Phyrah brought him coin at the dragon's lair, then brought him to this place? Or had Halina brought him here? Or had she merely arranged for Scarlet's presence and had Phyrah had done the rest? It mattered not; what mattered was the here and now of the dance, and the exquisite creature just inches away in his arms.

"So, Scarlet", he continued, "most of my life has been spent in a great forest, and on the sea after that. I know not of plantations such as the one where you live. Is it a pleasant place, one that restores your spirit when you hear the wind rustling through the leaves?"

OOC:[sblock]Um, so should I change my character's name to Rhett? [/sblock]

OOC:[sblock]Well, you know why they complain about those cottonpickin' elves now[/sblock]
"Oh, well I've never been on the sea, an there ain't any great forests by the plantation, but our family owns the land an we oversee those that work our crop. There ain't nothin like a lazy day out on tha porch, sippin lemonade, or maybe some wine, and watching the wind blow the occasional cotton blossem across the fields." She sighs and relaxes a bit thinking of home. Her hands slide down a bit till she catches that she's holding onto Oirhandir's behind and quickly scoots her hands back up to a more... respectable postion. Her ears turn bright red again.

 

[GnomeWorks]

OoC: [sblock]Fair enough... I think he'd have his whip, shortsword, and boomerang, along with the chain shirt. Whip, as its his primary weapon; shortsword, as its his secondary weapon, and the whip isn't always effective; and boomerang, a ranged weapon and also one with which he needs practice.[/sblock]

[sblock]"This smells a somethin'..." Troi mutters under his breath. He shakes his head. "S'pose I should do somethin'..."[/sblock]

Troi wanders nonchalantly into the pavilion, with a determined look that he hopes will scare off anyone who would interrupt his business, wandering about and attempting to look as though he is looking for someone in particular.

He then attempts to arrange his milling about so as to "accidentally" bump into one of the members of the gnome couple (

Spoiler

Preferably whichever one he last saw holding the glinting object

).

 

[LogicsFate]

"Mostly cloth and clothing. Though I do deal with other materials on occasion. I came here as I always do, to sell my wares, perhaps trade with other merchants for hard to find cloth, and perhaps even get a few ideas. I always liked to work with colors."

"How about yourself? What do you normaly do and how did you find yourself here at the festival?"

"Wow, perhaps later you can show off some of your works"

"I" assuming a joking flair "am an adventurer, out to fight evil and perfect my art" dropping the flair "but so far I'm just gaurding the wagons of a merchant"

 

[El Jefe]

"There ain't nothin like a lazy day out on tha porch, sippin lemonade, or maybe some wine, and watching the wind blow the occasional cotton blossem across the fields."

"It sounds like a pleasant place", Oirhandir agreed. "Perhaps I could visit some day."

Her hands slide down a bit till she catches that she's holding onto Oirhandir's behind and quickly scoots her hands back up to a more... respectable postion. Her ears turn bright red again.

Oirhandir, playing the gentleman, acted as if the indiscretion never occurred. After all, wasn't it his words that had distracted the lass?

 

[Bront]

[sblock]"This smells a somethin'..." Troi mutters under his breath. He shakes his head. "S'pose I should do somethin'..."[/sblock]

Troi wanders nonchalantly into the pavilion, with a determined look that he hopes will scare off anyone who would interrupt his business, wandering about and attempting to look as though he is looking for someone in particular.

He then attempts to arrange his milling about so as to "accidentally" bump into one of the members of the gnome couple (

Spoiler

Preferably whichever one he last saw holding the glinting object

).

Troi gets up and wanders into the dancers. He wades through them, looking around for something or someone.

OOC: [sblock]How hard were you looking to bump into them? Were you hoping they'd try it on you? Just trying to get a plan. What happens depends on your intent, let me know I'll all roll with it.[/sblock]

 

[Bront]

"Wow, perhaps later you can show off some of your works"

"I" assuming a joking flair "am an adventurer, out to fight evil and perfect my art" dropping the flair "but so far I'm just gaurding the wagons of a merchant"

"Well, even the greatest of adventurers had to start somewhere. Sound... well, it sounds rather boring," He says honestly, "but I'm sure that there's been some excitement."

"I'd love to show you a few of my designs. In fact, I could probably use a model to test out a few ideas I had on. You think you could introduce me to your friend, I think her name is Lasair? You wouldn't mind helping me out per chance, would you? Say tomorow evening?"

OOC:

 

[Bront]

"It sounds like a pleasant place", Oirhandir agreed. "Perhaps I could visit some day." Oirhandir, playing the gentleman, acted as if the indiscretion never occurred. After all, wasn't it his words that had distracted the lass?

Scarlet says "Oh, I don't think it'd compair well to yer great forests and vast seas. Ain't ever too much goes on down thare. But I'm sure ye'd be welcome ta visit if'n ya want."

 

[El Jefe]

Scarlet says "But I'm sure ye'd be welcome ta visit if'n ya want."

"I think I'd like that a great deal", replied Oirhandir, gazing dreamily into Scarlet's eyes.

OOC: Say, just what color are Scarlet's eyes? /ooc

The elf's duty to Ingus was starting to slip from his mind as he became intoxicated with the pretty young maiden's charms.

 

[LogicsFate]

"I'd love to show you a few of my designs. In fact, I could probably use a model to test out a few ideas I had on. You wouldn't mind helping me out per chance, would you? Say tomorow evening?"

"I'd love to help out" After the dance Elise inquires as to his location at the festival, excuses herself and sits down in the seat next to Lasair, all smiles

OOC: [sblock] Watch it, I'm about one misplaced comment away from a homicidal rage [/sblock]

 

[Bront]

"I think I'd like that a great deal", replied Oirhandir, gazing dreamily into Scarlet's eyes.

OOC: Say, just what color are Scarlet's eyes? /ooc

The elf's duty to Ingus was starting to slip from his mind as he became intoxicated with the pretty young maiden's charms.

OOC: They are an emerald green, matching her dress.

"So, Mr. Oirhandir, what brings you to the festival? Traveling from your great forest and accross the sea seems a bit much for a festival, even one as large as this one."