The Bold Adventures of Poins--On the Town

[jkason]

Weel, human cleric

Weel brushes his hands off on his legs, smiling at his handiwork. Then he turns to the ogre.

"Indeed. A long day's belly needs filling, I think." He turns to the others. "Let's go feast, yes?"

 

[Bloodcookie]

Caradoc nods to Weel, "Yes, I believe a bit of boisterous bread-breaking with our behemoth brethren will help squelch the lingering memory of the day's defeats and disappointments. Lead the way, good ogre!"

 

[Nephtys]

Earlier:
Izara greets Graevel with a smile, "The Mistress of Battles has assigned me to escort you and your company inside the fortress. Though I expect no true danger to befall you here at this time, it's always wise to take precautions."
Presently:
Izara follows the others, keeping a trained eye out for trouble.

 

[mps42]

Weel sighs and does his best to smile. "And now you've experienced the joyful optimism that is our Graevel," he mutters to Izara.

"Well, bereft of your wisdom and negotiating skill, poor Caradoc and I did what we could," Weel returns, shrugging. He returns to setting up the tent, adding off-handedly, "Where did you wander off to, anyway? And did you happen to see Alan on your little solo trek?"

Graevel gives a Harumph and says "I never said I could do better, just askin why this one.
"As for where I went, I walked around a lot. Had some thinkin ta do. and no, I didn't see Alan."
"I s'pose you'll all be headin off ta this feast, eh? well, good luck ta ya."

 

[jkason]

Weel, human cleric

Graevel gives a Harumph and says "I never said I could do better, just askin why this one.
"As for where I went, I walked around a lot. Had some thinkin ta do. and no, I didn't see Alan."
"I s'pose you'll all be headin off ta this feast, eh? well, good luck ta ya."

Weel sighs, then says patiently, "Graevel, the invitation was extended to all of us. Come have some food, why don't you?"

 

[Rhialto]

The ogre blinks.

"Nibelung not come? Many other Nibelungen there! Quite a few girl Nibelungen! Maybe they want strong husband, eh?"

 

[Bloodcookie]

Caradoc spreads his hands and smiles at Graevel, and says to him in Nibelungen:

[sblock]"We've fought together, come close to death together, why not eat together? We might come to understand one another better under less grim circumstances."[/sblock]

 

[mps42]

Graevel

Graevel looks at Caradoc in surprise and replies "You know ground-speak? I would not have guessed this of you.
"You're right, of course. I'm sorry. Me mam used to say 'Many hands make light work and many hearts make light spirits'. I know I could use some light spirits right now.
"thank you for the invitation, all of yeh." Turning to the ogre "As fer strong husbands, thats another barrel of fish altogether."

 

[Rhialto]

Leading the group through the camp, the ogre crosses out of the barracks, through the streets, until they find themselves in another tent city--this one full of Ogres, Nibelungen Cobyneu, and rather savage looking men, with quite a few Half-Goblins in evidence. The barbarians lounge around fires, eating boar, catamount, and goat. At the end of the camp is a great table at which sit, among others, Count Meer, Ruedegar, a young Sleurithian woman, with short-cut silver hair, clad in rust-red robes, an grey-haired ogre in a suit of heavy armor, and an ogre clad in rich robes, an impressive horned headdress on his head.

 

[jkason]

Weel, human cleric

"Are we meant to be going to the head table, then?" Weel asks, a little nervous. He gives Caradoc a sideways glance, hoping the merchant's son will take the lead if they're forced to make a good impression on the local VIPs.