Paths of Legend: The Journey

[crazy_monkey1956]

Will save (1d20+2=17)

The man catches Estelle's eye and stares for a moment, but then shakes his head to clear it, "Well, as you can see, I'm a bit busy, so make it quick."

 

[ethandrew]

Estelle looks at all the workers, busy with their tasks but still probably offering an ear to the conversation. She smirked unhappily and took a step toward the supervisor, "There was a giant man in here yesterday, I need to know some things about him."

 

[crazy_monkey1956]

OOC: Sorry for the delay.

The man harumphs, "Blasted ogre-blooded cretin scared away half of my customers. Crazy halfling scared away the other half. All I know about the giant fella is he came in, ate half the meat in my larder, drank more than his fair share and stumbled out after the loony halfling went on a tirade and gave him something I didn't see. Oh, and the ogre was dressed like some sort of circus performer. Now, please move along, we've got work to do."

 

[ethandrew]

Estelle thanks the man and promptly leaves. The only useful thing she got out of him was that his ogre-blooded man was dressed in circus clothes, so he must've been in town for the tournaments, with some troupe or some traveling mummers. Without any other direction, and with a sigh, Estelle slowly made her way to the bustling noise that heralded what was sure to be a festival to remember.

No worries. I hope you enjoyed your weekend.

 

[crazy_monkey1956]

Estelle feels an urge from the rapiers, as if they are trying to tell her something but lack the means. Estelle feels a brief moment of nausea and suddenly sees her reflection in a nearby shop window...a different reflection. The face in the mirror is a non-descript woman that would easily blend into the crowds.

OOC: Corath used her disguise self ability. If she wishes, Estelle can make a Will save vs the rapiers' Ego to turn it off.

 

[ethandrew]

Estelle looks closely at the reflection and then down at the rapiers again, growing ever more impressed with the pair. She wasn't quite sure what to make of their 'feelings', but she didn't wholly disapprove of the idea of being disguised, especially with the notice she received in the jail. Maybe next time they can make her look a little less bland.

Estelle will roll with it.

 

[crazy_monkey1956]

The tournament grounds are a huge bustle of people, like the most crowded day in the market square multiplied by at least a hundred. Exotic wares are being sold; lords, ladies and visiting dignitaries have elaborate tents set-up for entertainment; minstrels and entertainers occupy every corner they can find.

The far end of the field is currently hosting the archery event and those interested in the competition aspect of this four day affair are gathered there. Grobnobble's Traveling Circus has a rather large tent set up on the other end of the field, with a large crowd gathered there as well.

 

[ethandrew]

Estelle stands up on anything she can find that she won't get yelled at for and tries to look over the assembled mass of people. Being short had its advantages for when she wanted to blend in, but it did nothing for looking over long distances with many people around.

She looks toward the circus, for anyone or anything that could remotely be described with having ogre-blood. After a few seconds she hops down and begins to wend her way with deft maneuverability through the crowd and tents.

 

[crazy_monkey1956]

The circus's entrance features depictions of the various acts contained within, painted direcly on the canvas of the tent. Halfling tumblers, a high wire act, exotic trained animals, a freak show, gnomish clowns, and "The World's Largest Strongman!" all under the banner of the ringmaster, Grobnobble himself, a gnome in a top hat.

Curiously, as Estelle approaches and finally nears the entrance (where there is a 1 gold piece admission fee) she sees a notice:

"We apologize for the inconvenience but Rungner, the World's Largest Strongman, is no longer with our show.

Anyone wishing to join Grobnobble's circus who can lift at least 1,000 lbs and stands at least nine feet tall, please apply within."

 

[ethandrew]

Estelle laughs at the absurdity and realizes that she has no gold on her to boot. Things were just seemingly always out of her grasp, one step behind, one day late. She goes up to the fee-handler and muses sadly, "Aww, what happened to the strongman?"