Scions of the New World:Scene One-Gertle's Gulch...
hafrogman
Adventurer
Ezra smiles as the other dwarves leave the trading post. He's licking his lips and rubbing his hands together.
"Mm, mm, mm. Nothing like a good ol' party for good ol' eatin'. I can't wait!"
Dreamy with anticipation, Ezra will take one last look at the trading post before wandering out of the store.
"Mm, mm, mm. Nothing like a good ol' party for good ol' eatin'. I can't wait!"
Dreamy with anticipation, Ezra will take one last look at the trading post before wandering out of the store.
Uriel
Living EN World Judge
OoC: Sorry for the slight delay again, my mom's health took a downward turn Monday and I have been a bit distracted. She will be OK, which means that the Game shall move forward as planned with a more calm and attentive DM...
IG
Evening descends, and all attend the bar-B-Q, which, truth be known is quite easy to find, as near everyone in town is headed there (and the smell of food draws you all in the right direction with ease).
The place has been set with festive ribbons and lanterns with all color of lens,and the sound of the elvish musicians carries gaily across the small valley where the Party is set. There are a fair number of elves and dwarves that can only be the aforementioned trade partners, as well as many folk recognizable from town. Nearby, two young scamps, so recently rescued from death, seem to have found friends, as they are busy telling a group of children about their rescue by a mysterious group of Scions in the desert. At seeing your faces, the whoop with joy and charge over, a pack of children of all sorts behind.
The little varmits begins *Oohing and Ahhing* as they mouth silent names, putting faces to the heroes that they have been told of.
In the distance, Branhz and Semm can be seen, the former helping herself to pie, the latter wrestling with a massive Orc with skin the color of a deep red.
IG
Evening descends, and all attend the bar-B-Q, which, truth be known is quite easy to find, as near everyone in town is headed there (and the smell of food draws you all in the right direction with ease).
The place has been set with festive ribbons and lanterns with all color of lens,and the sound of the elvish musicians carries gaily across the small valley where the Party is set. There are a fair number of elves and dwarves that can only be the aforementioned trade partners, as well as many folk recognizable from town. Nearby, two young scamps, so recently rescued from death, seem to have found friends, as they are busy telling a group of children about their rescue by a mysterious group of Scions in the desert. At seeing your faces, the whoop with joy and charge over, a pack of children of all sorts behind.
The little varmits begins *Oohing and Ahhing* as they mouth silent names, putting faces to the heroes that they have been told of.
In the distance, Branhz and Semm can be seen, the former helping herself to pie, the latter wrestling with a massive Orc with skin the color of a deep red.
hafrogman
Adventurer
Shindig!
Ezra wriggles his shoulder and plucks at his collar as he walks towards the barbeque. He has obviously made some effort to dress up for the party and is wearing his least dirty clothing. He has also slicked back his hair with an innordinate amount of water that is dripping down his back and has left wet streaks in the dirt on his face. His beard remains as untamed as ever. Overall the effect is unsatisfying, but and effort has been made.
He seperates himself from the group that seems to have attracted the children's attention and makes his way over to the cooking fires to investigate the food.
Ezra wriggles his shoulder and plucks at his collar as he walks towards the barbeque. He has obviously made some effort to dress up for the party and is wearing his least dirty clothing. He has also slicked back his hair with an innordinate amount of water that is dripping down his back and has left wet streaks in the dirt on his face. His beard remains as untamed as ever. Overall the effect is unsatisfying, but and effort has been made.
He seperates himself from the group that seems to have attracted the children's attention and makes his way over to the cooking fires to investigate the food.
Sparky
Registered User
Whistler stays where he can see (and keep an eye on) Tzzecct and Gabriel. He watches Ezra good-naturedly navigating the crowd towards the heavily-laden tables of food and drink. As Wallam and Derry's new friends crowd around he scowls, puzzled, and nods in greeting to The Boys, "Wallam. Derry." He casts an eye about for their mother and spots Brahnz, grinning as she lets Lupe` lick the ruins of a pie from her hands. The tall elf looks quickly away.
Where are those smiths? The Marshall cranes his neck, mangled wings flaring slightly as he does so, to spot one of the Brandle smiths. He tugs the brim of his hat in greeting and moves over to speak with one of them - still keeping a wary Marshall's eye out on things, "Gabe, Tzzecct, you two keep a sharp eye out," he grates as he passes by the two in their investigations of the shindig.
OOC: Sorry to hear about your mom's health problems, but am glad to hear they've taken a turn for the better.
Marshall +6 to Wisdom checks... Sense Motive... Spot... etc
Where are those smiths? The Marshall cranes his neck, mangled wings flaring slightly as he does so, to spot one of the Brandle smiths. He tugs the brim of his hat in greeting and moves over to speak with one of them - still keeping a wary Marshall's eye out on things, "Gabe, Tzzecct, you two keep a sharp eye out," he grates as he passes by the two in their investigations of the shindig.
OOC: Sorry to hear about your mom's health problems, but am glad to hear they've taken a turn for the better.
Marshall +6 to Wisdom checks... Sense Motive... Spot... etc
ferretguy
First Post
As the Marshell passes by with his request to Tzzecct,the insectile dwarf looks up from his plate of BBQ'd beef. 'Course. Bein' th' heros we are now makes us responsible for everyone... Tzzecct sighs...but there are some advantages... He notes to himself seeing the slight elven girl who seems to be takin' more then passing glances his direction.
Jeremy
Explorer
Gabe is increasingly uncomfortable in the public place and keeps his poncho wrapped tight around his mutated form. There is little he can do about his oversized bugged out eyes, so he keeps his wide brimmed hat low.
Whistler is ever vigilant though and demands the same and the Mantis is happy for it. He keeps himself occupied and distanced from conversation looking for trouble. A feral need for action is part of his mutation but he consciously supresses it, thankful that he has Whistler there to make the call on any play to be made.
Whistler is ever vigilant though and demands the same and the Mantis is happy for it. He keeps himself occupied and distanced from conversation looking for trouble. A feral need for action is part of his mutation but he consciously supresses it, thankful that he has Whistler there to make the call on any play to be made.
matthewbajda
First Post
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Uriel
Living EN World Judge
The wait is over...big 'I'm Sorry' XP bonus coming...
Relaxing for the first time in a week, most of the Bandfinds the smell of food and the sound of laughter and music calm on the eyes and ears.
Whistler catches the eye of a sharp-eyed human woman, dressed in functional boots and coat, a far cry from a prissy townswoman to be sure. Stepping up, she introduces herself as Vallen Umberdale, a trader and scout.
Tzzect seems to have caught the fancy of a young elven girl, wo clusters with two other elves and a gnome, laughing and pointing at him with mock expressions. Finally, one of the elves moves over and says 'Hello, Sir. My goggle-eyed sister over there would like to ask if you had an inclination to dance. Her name is Belli, by the way.'
Smiling, he moves off to pounce upon a plate of chicken legs.
Gabe keeps broodingly silent, working as ever when Whistler asks. His eyes keen, the Mantis notes the festivities with an impassive eye, pausing to remove a small plateof pork ribs from a passing lad (who looks relieved to have less to carry upon the serving tray anyways...).
His eyes keen, the Mantis ias drawn to a subtle, yet perceptible shift in the air. Something is happening, or about to happen closeby.
Ezra finds the crowd to be a friendly one, with these townsfolk seeming to finally be letting their shields down a bit. He does find himself drawn to a milling group of spectators heading off down a hill, where a small ring has been set up. Walking quickly to catch up, he soon finds himself watching what appear to be a makeshift wrestling arena being set up. Several men and women of various races are all stretching and otherwise getting ready for the obvious games. One Gnome looks over and says 'Ho friend. Jump in,then? Big prize offered by our Hosts. Choice weapon from their stocks to the winner. Finest blades and hammers this side of the Everdarks, I'd say.'
Relaxing for the first time in a week, most of the Bandfinds the smell of food and the sound of laughter and music calm on the eyes and ears.
Whistler catches the eye of a sharp-eyed human woman, dressed in functional boots and coat, a far cry from a prissy townswoman to be sure. Stepping up, she introduces herself as Vallen Umberdale, a trader and scout.
Tzzect seems to have caught the fancy of a young elven girl, wo clusters with two other elves and a gnome, laughing and pointing at him with mock expressions. Finally, one of the elves moves over and says 'Hello, Sir. My goggle-eyed sister over there would like to ask if you had an inclination to dance. Her name is Belli, by the way.'
Smiling, he moves off to pounce upon a plate of chicken legs.
Gabe keeps broodingly silent, working as ever when Whistler asks. His eyes keen, the Mantis notes the festivities with an impassive eye, pausing to remove a small plateof pork ribs from a passing lad (who looks relieved to have less to carry upon the serving tray anyways...).
His eyes keen, the Mantis ias drawn to a subtle, yet perceptible shift in the air. Something is happening, or about to happen closeby.
Ezra finds the crowd to be a friendly one, with these townsfolk seeming to finally be letting their shields down a bit. He does find himself drawn to a milling group of spectators heading off down a hill, where a small ring has been set up. Walking quickly to catch up, he soon finds himself watching what appear to be a makeshift wrestling arena being set up. Several men and women of various races are all stretching and otherwise getting ready for the obvious games. One Gnome looks over and says 'Ho friend. Jump in,then? Big prize offered by our Hosts. Choice weapon from their stocks to the winner. Finest blades and hammers this side of the Everdarks, I'd say.'
