Age of Ice [IC]

[Rigel Cyrosea]

Autun Harvest Festival, Village of Vale

You are all sitting around a table made of dark wood. There are benches of the same wood on either side. You reconize it as stained oak, probably made by Jaron Ironfounderson, the Garrock council member. On one side of the bench are Alea and Altoma, and on the other side are Lamagra and Zanetus. The sky is dark, but the stars are not yet out. The table is situated a little off from all the other tables, but still in the large field. Most of the celebrations took place before the meal. Each of you have a trucheon (a thick peice of bread used as a plate) and wooden utensils in from of you, except for Zanetus, who has a metal knife. In the middle of the table are several dishes: roasted potatoes, salads, pork, and apples.
Alea
Alea is a short Valeyan woman, about 20 years old. She wears the normal tunic and skirt of a field worker. Her face is cheery and she has blonde hair and blue eyes.

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I would like you all to use this time to introduce your character, give a visual descrpition, and roleplay a bit (yes, you do have to do this). I will move once everybody is ready. Also, roll a spot check. I will PM you what you see if you succeed.

[Aramil Liadon]

Zanetus sits and eats slowly, saying nothing.* He recognises the fellow Regulean as Alea's friend, but does not attempt to start a conversation.^ Where is the fellow who should fill the last chair? Ahh well, all in good time.+

* He wonders why Alea called him here, but trusts her to reveal it in when the time comes. Perhaps she is waiting for that last chair to be filled.
^ He has nothing against this fellow, but will wait for him to start any discussion that goes on. Small talk is a pointless waste of breath.
+ A voice at the back of his mind tells him there is no time, things must start happening now, but he ignores it. Perhaps more time away from town would help him calm down.

[Blackdeath]

My character is a 6 foot tall, remarkably skinny, semi-attractive Regulea with green eyes, raven coloured hair, and who is currently eating some pork.

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[The Linker]

Altoma

Altoma sits down at the table, waving around a brand new shield excitedly, just having bought it from Jaron Ironfounderson. He's been saving his money up for it for a long time, as Alea and Lamagra should both well know. He is of average hieght and build for a 16-year-old male Valeyan, with brown eyes and brown hair.

"This is the most awesome shield EVER! It's got great balance, it's totally shiny, it's really really sturdy, I bet you could throw rocks at it all day and it wouldn't--

Oh, hi Alea. Lamagra.

It wouldn't dent or anything. And check out the colour! It's pretty dark so I bet I could hide in the bushes and it wouldn't show! Where's Mom and Dad? I wanna...

Uh.... who the heck are you?

Altoma looks at Zanetus blankly.

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Ima have gonna put my spot roll in the OOC thread, mostly because I don't idn't know what my spot modifier i was and I can't ouldn't check my character sheet now then. I'll ve also edited this later to put in my character's physical apperance, also because I don't idn't know what it i was and can't ouldn't check my character sheet

[Blackdeath]

I was just going to ask the same question.

Lamagra looks at Zanetus with something between contempt and disregard.

[Aramil Liadon]

Zanetus stands and bows to the new arival, awaiting him to take his seat before siting down himself. Ah, Altoma. Pleased to meet you. Lamagra, if you wished to ask me the same question, why not when we first sat down? A touch of humour colours his voice, and one corner of his thin-lipped mouth tips up. I'm Zanetus, although you may have heard of me as the forester. I spend most of my time out in the wilderness, you see. Unless you have things you would like to talk about, I suggest you get down to eating so Alea can explain why we are here. It will get me out of your hair quicker, which I'm sure will be a great comfort to our friend here. Zanetus gestures to the Llama grass
Note: Zanetus is looking at Altoma, largely ignoreing the more rude of his two companions.

[The Linker]

Intrigued by this new arrvial, Altoma's thoughts drift away from his new shield and towards how this newcomer knows his dear sister.

So Alea called you here, too? How the heck do you know her? You guys can't be very close, I've never seen you guys hang out before."

Altoma's eyes narrow in suspiscion. It would be very bad for this "forester" if he did anything to hurt Alea, he thinks to himself.

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Retroactive converstations!? AHHH! You... you put that text in.. after we spoke... but... it-it came before we spoke.... AIEEEE!!! *head a-splodes*

[Blackdeath]

With all due respect, Mr. Zanetus, are you blind? Not only am I quite happily placed at the table, I have since sitting down eaten 3 porkloin steaks.

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It's not your colour if I got it first, FOOL!

[Rigel Cyrosea]

Alea

I haven't called anyone here. Zanetus is here because there wasn't anywhere else to sit. This is the Harvest Festival, stop being so suspicious!"

[The Linker]

Altoma grumbles.

"Still doesn't explain how you know him..."

[Rigel Cyrosea]

Alea

"I buy furs from him when he brings them into town."

[The Linker]

Ah, so he's nothing more than a vendor to you. I see, I see.

Altoma finally gets to eating; he picks two juicy-looking apples and a rather large slab of pork. He takes a few bites out of the apples, but concentrates on garnishing his pork, cutting pieces off, and eating them carefully. He did his best to eat politely whenever Alea was around...

[Aramil Liadon]

Zanetus, having returned to his seat, stoically ignores the rudeness of these people. Valyans. They just don't get it. This Regulean, however, should have at least a shred of civility.

Vague memories of kind vilages, full of polite and loving people, tug at the back of his mind. Those must have been dreams.

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No, no this is my colour. If I were to do your post, for example, I would say Good apples, compliments to balh blah blah.
Hmmm... what would you call someone who grows apples?

Also, from now on, my speech will be in "quotation marks"

[The Linker]

Altoma continues to eat.

"Mmmm... best apples I've ever eaten. My compliments to the... er, grower. I guess."

Altoma contemplates the exact title of a person who grows apples...

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Um, aren't you a human too, Aramil? I thought we were all just different tribes of humans. If it was a mistake, I'll ignore it. If not, it's in your color, so you must have said it, so my character's gonna have to respond. Bwa-ha-ha!

Edit: Um... I'd like to make a mind-read check then.

Edit edit: I am pleased. My nonexistant wrath shall nonexistantly subside for now.

[Blackdeath]

Orchard Keeper. Trust me, I know a lot of them.

Lamagra contemplates the exact extent of Alea and Zantenus' relationship.

[The Linker]

"Ah. That makes sense."

Altoma munches on his heavily-salted pork.

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Ready to move on!!!

[Aramil Liadon]

Zanetus nods to the wisdom of this statement, but says nothing. He waits for something more interesting to pop up.

[The Linker]

Just as he bites into his second apple, Altoma suddenly comes to a revelation.

"Waid uh midut! You're da..."

Altoma stops talking long enough to swallow.

"You're the FORESTER? The guy who always comes into town and gives Alea your best meat and skins? Aw, man, I KNEW there was something familiar about you. I only remember because I heard you really lik-- er..."

Altoma decides that may not be the most polite thing to say in front of Alea, shuts up and continues quietly chewing on his apple.

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Happy!?

[Blackdeath]

Excuse me? Altoma could you please state the end of that sentence to me alone.

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Use that private message blah blah blah if you want to tell me.

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Ready to move on

[The Linker]

Altoma panics at Lamagra's interrogation and says out loud:

I, uh, I... I was going to say that... uh... he, uh, really likes, er... er, her, her, her brother! Yeah, that's it. That's what I heard. One of my friends -- can't remember which one -- said you really like her brother. Yeah, I'm her brother. Hi. So, uh... I heard from someone that yoooou really like me! I don't know about the truth of this statement, I'm just, uh, saying what people have told me, and uh, you know, uh... that's... that's it.

Altoma goes back to eating his apple, suddenly wishing he had stayed home that day.

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Just realized I switched from saying "he" to "you" halfway through: Just so you know, in person it's clear that I'm always talking about "What's-his-forest," even if it doesn't translate well to text

[Blackdeath]

Lamagra visibly relaxes and chuckles to himself.

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He find Altoma's sense of humor amusing for the first time. Nice save Linker!

[Aramil Liadon]

Zanetus looks confused by this outburst, but decides that things could be worse, and he would probably not fix anything were he to open his mouth.

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Awesome. Pure awesome.

[The Linker]

Altoma coughs.

(This is the akwardest silence EVER.)

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Ready to move on now! Please!?

Things in brackets are what I'm thinking, btw.

[Rigel Cyrosea]

The Harvest Festival

The rest of the Dinner proceeds uneventfully. You all go to bed full and reasonably content.

THE END

[Blackdeath]

[ooc]Rigel is at my house and he says that it's not really the end, he's just thinking up more stuff.[/ooc]

Once again Lamagra's dreams are plauged with frightening visions. He sleeps, but poorly.

[Blackdeath]

[ooc] What the hell? Is everyone killed in their sleep??? POST! [/ooc]

As Lamagra slips in and out of sleep, he sees a dark figure looming over him, as he sits up the figure is gone. Is it a dream of his sister? Maybe, but wasn't that window closed earlier?

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Ba ba baaaaaaaaa. Sorry if I'm on your turf Rigel.

[The Linker]

Altoma dreams of cheese.

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We can't really do anything until Rigel posts. Let's just wait for him, mmkay? :P

[Rigel Cyrosea]

Village of Vale, The Day of Games

Today is the Day of Games. This day always comes right after the harvest festival. Apptly named, this day is spent in freindly competition. The games include:

The Sprint
The Marathon
Boasting, Belittling, and Belabouring (judged by the town council)
Bringball (sorta like rugby with 3 people on a team)
The Scavenger Hunt
Wrestling
Boxing
The Battle (A combat with wooden swords)
Chess (Exactly the same as we play it)

The first event is the sprint. Participants will run across 1 field. (aprox 250ft)
The field for the sprint is surrounded by cheering spectators. You all notice Alea in the crowd. Lined up along the start line are 3 people already ready to participate. You reconize two of them: Council Member Fharad Delah, a tall (about 6'6) Regulea with dark blonde hair; and William Wonsound, the thrillseeking son of Varrock Wonsound (the Valeyan council member). The other one is a short Valeyan, with dark hair, blue eyes, and a round face. He is jogging on the spot and doing streches. Mayor Justicar Gardus stands slightly to the side, holding a green flag, which is currently down. The flag ripples in the wind.

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More info on the NPCs mentioned in the OOC thread, I put all the NPC posts into one and moved it to the last page.
For those who wish to participate: Initiative is really the determining factor here. Run actions are allowed, but unless your base speed is 65ft or higher, it will take you two rounds, so basically it's whoever gets to move first wins.

[The Linker]

"Woah woah woah! You guys aren't seriously thinking about starting without me, are you!?"

Altoma runs excitedly up to the starting line and turns to William.

"Hey, would you mind getting me some water? It'd be a better use of your time than trying to win."

(Heh heh... burn.)

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I don't know about how to enter (sign ups and what-not) but my character should, so let's say he did and I'm here.

[Rigel Cyrosea]

William Wonsound

Grinning, William picks up a jar of water that he had beside him.
"Drink up Altoma. You'll need it."

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There are no special requirements to enter, but most people prefer to watch.