Cain / Nature / Feston

[nubz]

funny how that one works out, huh? i'm skipping the background, you got in two fights, sold some stuff, have your sword Fang, a claw type thing on your swordarm, two javelins, some lamp oil, 11 gold, 6 silvers, and 8 coppers.

Youre in the elven city, its a few hours after sunrise, in the general store. I'll just write what i have to, jump in any time before, during, or after anything you feel. Ive got the little narrator type squire dude for you to interact with and it wont change the flow any. Unless it changes the flow enormously, in which case i come up with something different. Dont do that to me or i'll have you on a quest to rid the apple orchard of blackbirds. (unless its legit . . . you know what i mean)

So, you finish your barter with the funny looking prissy elf man, and he's looking for an impolite way to tell you to get the hell out and never come back when you hear a bell. Its a gentle note, hanging softly in the air, like the church bell some of the human deities seem so fond of, but more, well, elflike (musically magical, or maybe magically musical). Your little squire boy nearly jumps out of his pants. "Oh, Oh! Thats, uhh, oh, wait." He looks at you for a second, hand on his hilt. "Umm, its the guardsummons. I'm supposed to answer it, but they told me to not leave your side no matter what." In a heartbeat the master plan comes to him. "I know, come with me!" Without really waiting for an answer, he grabs your wrist, dragging you along with him at a full sprint across the suspension bridges. Cross one, up another, then wrapping around a tree that seems freakishly huge like a spiral staircase - maybe thirty or more arms breadths around (the average big one only about twenty or so). A small archway curtained in silvery silken threads is at the top - and bursting through it you find yourself in a dimly lit auditorium. You barely come to a stop at the banister that wraps around the outside perimeter before going headlong into the middle.


Taking a look around, its too dark to see the other figures standing along the edge (but they're elves, the can see you just fine, slightly panting as you are). The nearest are clearly guards, shortbow and quiver strapped to their hips, rapiers across their backs, in elf type armour. Oh yeah, they're staring at you. *rolling* damn. The outer rim of spectators fills quickly, and a hush falls over everyone as a skylight opens up, and the center dais is lit up. Its a circular platform, maybe twenty feet across, with five steps ringing it. the platform itself is maybe eight feet lower than what youre standing on. circling the base of the platform are seated figures, older looking elves, likely the council members. wow, you snuck in to their meeting.

In the center of attention, you see a slightly balding elf, later in his years, with short-trimmed hair and a look that could peel the bark from a tree. He begins barking out something in his natural tongue, and though it has the melodic lilt everyone knows and loves, he somehow makes it sound angry and bossy. For some reason the squire feels the need to translate word for word.

dont feel like typing in allcaps, but hes yelling this whole thing. i'll add in the squires smartass comments because i feel like it.

"ATTENNNNNTION! WE HAVE A PROBLEM! Three dead ogres have washed up on the southern shore in as many days. This can only mean one thing. Trouble. (hehe way to state the obvious) Nothing like this has happened as long as I can remember, and the respected members of this council have nothing reasonable to suggest as to what this may mean. SO! It is now a matter for ME to deal with. Its below me, so YOU deal with it." He throws in the obligatory pause for everyone to mutter a wise crack to their neighbours, and a general murmur of whispers and chuckles ensues. "I'll pretend I didn't hear that. NOW! I need recon. You know what to do. I'm placing everyone on standby. I will not ask for volunteers, I won't demand service, or send out any extra search parties. WHY? Because, until proven otherwise, this is not a threat. Hell, they're all dead, what do I care if a dozen of the fat bastards wash up? Long as the smell doesn't ruin my breakfast, I couldn't care less! (that man and his breakfast, I could tell you stories) BUT, I know my men. Never a lackwit in MY army. SO, why don't we cut the chit-chat? I need answers. One of you will bring me answers. Not stories, PROOF! If i wanted stories, I'd be knitting doilies with the old widows." the crowd laughs, except the council members. old people dont laugh at jokes at their expense. The crowd settles, and the commander stands silently. And stands. The awkward silence is just getting to that nervous stage when he finally continues, "WELL? What're you doing here? This is a council meeting, and unless youre a council member, I think there's something you should be doing ELSEWHERE!

And, the squire near rips your arm out of its socket in his rush to be the first one out, back down the spiralling walkway, across a bridge, and into what looks like a tavern built by women. (starbucks hehe. damn prissy elves)

[Cain]

Feston was grinning like... well.. a druid who spent too much time in the wilderness and wanted to get a Hellhob as a partner... soo yes a madman.

"Well well well... this realy does make it interesting... and to think I was heading that way in the first place. *sighs* he should have mentioned that the Ogers had large cut marks, probly missing limbs too. *tilted his head with the same madgrin.* I wonder if mister one arm ended up in the Serpent too...."
He sounded as if he thought it a delightful little thing the way he mentioned the armless one.

[nubz]

The lady behind tthe counter is looking at you like you're, well . . . insane.

wonder why.

actually, so is the squire. he is very frightened since you made him speak at the council meeting, though the commander pretended not to hear his mousy words. then again, you sort of got rushed out of there before anything could happen.

[Cain]

He turned his grin on the squire.
"Well... I think I have everything I need. I can be heading on my way at any time."

[nubz]

the squire looks too scared to answer you. He sort of squeaks out something that sounds like it might've beena yes, but you can't tell. *rolling* You hear footsteps coming down the bridge. Quite a few.
You won't be able to see who is coming along the bridge, as this is one of the few places with walls. You know, gives it that proper atmosphere, not to mention somewhere to hang the paintings that are made to look like windows facing out to different views. (you like the moonlit glade the best)

[Cain]

Feston's eyebrow raises while he looks toward the sound and the nearest window. A thougth comes to him and he streatches his back as an exuse to take a small step away from the squire and closer to the nearest table. He makes a small glance to see wether or not it is conected to the floor. He holds his grin while he does this.

[nubz]

The furniture is the light, flimsy type that the elves seem to prefer. Made of thin little branches woven together like cloth, it has just the right amount of strength while remaining soft enough to hug you like a blanket. Won't do much damage, but they'll fly nicely.

(thats a free action, you still have initiative)

[Cain]

Feston stilts hes head and body some to make an obvious glance in the direction of the door and hopes the squire is dumb enough to take his eyes of him long enough for Feston to slip a vial of oil out of his own belt. While doing this he tries to remember how far down the drop from the tree was and begins to wonder how well an entangle spell works from a vertical surface...

[nubz]

You're about 150 feet up in the air. As to the spell, it would work fine under normal circumstances, but these are elven trees. They will only answer to the Elder druid of the community.

You slip the vial free with ease, this boy's not particularly bright. As you do, you clearly hear the commander's voice say, "Wait here." He steps through the door with an air of authority that hushes the room. Even though he has changed out of his uniform armour, he is obviously recognized by everyone in the room. "Everyone out. You two, start explaining." Everyone casually picks up and leaves, including the employees. Apparently this is not a man to mess with. Pulling up a chair, he flops down in it with all the casual indifference of a wandering minstrel, plopping a foot down on the chair beside yours. Eyeing you for a moment, he sees you take in a breath of air. "Shut up for a second." Looking to the squire, he says in his army voice, "You messed up. Again. This better be worth it . . . "

Then, looking to you, he says, "Well?"

[Cain]

Feston keeps his usual smile.
"I agree, you emptied this place much quicker, its much more comfortable now!"