Day 1 - Grand Opening

April 23rd 2007

Awena makes her way into the park with Jorund. She stops about the gallows and pulls him closer. "Alright, Now hold still. If your lucky no one will recognize you in this getup." she teases and moves to lightly peck at his lips. It appears, and past misdeeds have been laid to the side for this one special day. She pulls out a few things, most look like makeup and starts to apply them to the clerk's face.

Jorund chuckles, and shakes his head, His outfit, A normal preistly one has been tossed aside for something of bright colors, sparkling bits and even, bells. At the kiss to his nose, Jorund looks around, "I feel like a fool." he remarks. "Though I guess that is the point." he admits, "Did you get the scrolls.." he wonders of Awena. "Its not going to be that good of a show with out them.

Heather is off the side at the animal booth playing with a dog there.

Having heard that the faire was back again Siriel wanders into the park to see what's going on, more comfortable with the city this time to be able to walk around all the people.

Awena chuckles as she applies the make up and then puts it away. "You my boy...will be prefect." she states and offers out her tamborine to him. "How about a bit of practice for now..I want to see what its going to look like." she states and steps away from the man.

Zsuzsa rides into the faire grounds aka the park with a Dweegon on the back of her horse and looks around, she motions for Dweegon to dismount so they can hitch the horses by the entrance of the park. Dweegon does so, slipping off with obvious ease, clearly experienced with the motion. He grabs the reigns of his own horse that has been following behind them and pulls him toward a post where he can tie him up.

Siriel seems to be poking around in some of the booths talking politely to the people manning the booths.

Court Jester takes the tamborine from Awena and gives it a slight shake. "As my lady commands." he remarks and steps back. His voice suddenly shouts out, A loud signing sound beckoning those in the park to listen to his words. "Come ONE...COME ALL.. Meet the Dukes and Dutches of Fools." He holds the last note looking around, "Once a year we throw a party here in town, Once a year we turn Ole Vintermor upside down!"

Zsuzsa spots a vendor who is already set up and selling cooked meat on a stick and drags Dweegon over for a bite to eat, she laughs at the court jester practicing off from them "C'mon Food" she says to Dweegon.

Dweegon smirks around at all the sights there are to see here and follows after Zsuzsa to the meat vendor. "Would be nice to eat something other than hard tack and field rations for a change."

Awena claps softly and looks around, "Maybe a bit of..Umph into it." she remarks under her breathe to the jester. "You know..Something...sexy." she remarks to Jorund.

Siriel grins, not something she does very often anymore, as she looks over to the court jester practicing by the young woman who was helping get ready.

Zsuzsa looks to Dweegon as she pays for some of the skewered meat "So you will be staying then?" she asks "Wouldn't have to live on field rations if you do ya know" she says as she sticks her tongue out a little.

Dweegon gives her a soft look, his eyes touching on hers. He leans in and kisses her cheek, as though he could not have resisted it. Then, with a little grin, he says, "perhaps." And takes a bite of the meat.

Court Jester hmms and looks around, "Your right. It needs..more..Umph." he remarks and thinks for a moment before smiling softly. His eyes flare up with a bit of a flame with in the center. "Ooh this will be good." he remarks. Setting his eyes on Siriel he starts again. This time its not just the bard that dances. Oh no, tons of small lights about him flutter, with some imaginary music causing a flash upon the stage. "Every man's a King and Kings a clown, Once again Its topsy Turvy day!"

Heather picks up the puppy as the little one starts to lick kiss her face as heather giggles and half watches the Jester preform.

Siriel chuckles and claps towards the Court Jester, seeming to enjoy that little performance. She adjusts her pack a bit and finds her way over to the bench to continue watching.

Zsuzsa giggles at the sight "I can't wait til tonight" she says to Dweegon, then spots Heather playing with a puppy and tries to get her attention so that she can say hi to her friend.

Dweegon grins at that. "Nor I," he says softly, just over a whisper. He continues chomping on the meat and makes his way off through the gathering crowd to see what he can find.

Heather smiles and looks to Zsuzsa "she is so cute, I might buy her." she looks to the tent manager and pouts as the puppy has already been bought by some one "ok I will just keep playing with her until they come."

Court Jester continues out, "See the mystery and romance, Watch Awena...Dance!" He shouts suddenly and pulls the human girl onto the stage. Stepping a side after she is he waits...

Awena glares at the Jester when she is pulled on the stage and mutters. Giving a glance out at the crowd she sighs. Her first set of dancing, sucks and she stops before looking at the Jester. "I am not dancing." she states firmly and moves to head off the stage.

Zsuzsa pouts slightly as she find outs the puppy is already been bought "She is super cute tho isn't she?" as she bends down to pet the pup with Heather, she turns her head as she hears something about a dancing girl.

The puppy is happy that she is getting attention from two people now "I am glad I am not up there I cant dance at all." Heather says. Court Jester sighs softly, "You could if you tried." he remarks and looks around slowly, "Damnit." he states and frowns. "Well folks." he states dismissing the dancing lights, "I guess your just going to have to wait for tonight, I promise we will get a real performer up there."

The black-clad form of a Morthidar moves through the shadows of the park. He moves into the fairgrounds from the East, stepping lightly and taking in the uncommon sights of both the park and the fair. Behind him a dark wolf moves along, bounding through the snow playfully. Some may recognize the pair, though most do not. They have only been in town for a little over a week. It is Po, and his Shadow.

Awena shakes her head slowly and moves to climb onto the stage before glaring at the Jester. "I don't dance." she remarks. "I...Fall with grace!" she remarks and the young woman starts out into a floor exercise. She ends with her arms raised and sticks her tongue out at the jester.

Meredin comes bounding along as she always does when going somewhere. The elf heard about the fair and wanted to see what all was there--maybe even find a neat trinket to take home with her.

Zsuzsa chuckles "after that performance maybe I should get a warm spell and my belly dancing outfit together" she jokes towards Heather.

Siriel smiling from under one of the huge trees decides she might just stick around for this evening after all.

Heather smirks "I got the spell memorized if you want it."

Zsuzsa thinks for a moment "nah I couldn't do that" she says sheepishly "tho it could be fun eh?" she looks as if she's considering it again as she looks towards the stage.

Heather gives the puppy back "oh don't be a coward and give it a try."

Po makes his way into the faire grounds to see what is going on. He remains near the edges of the crowd, making his way to a tree to lean against so he can watch the antics on stage. Shadow meanwhile runs off into the snow, doing her own tumbling act.

Zsuzsa laughs "well I heard there's a drinking contest, maybe I'll do that first then do it" she chuckles and smiles over to Po as she sees him and Shadow walk into the park area.

Heather chuckles "I didn't do the drinking contest last year, since I am drunk easy."

Zsuzsa says "I'm not sure how'd I'd do, I was raised in a family that drinks a lot" she shrugs "I think I'll do it tho just to see"

Siriel sits comfortably under a tree leaning against the trunk and watches the people mill about in the park. She has a book in her lap but seems more interested in watching the people.

Demetria is currently wandering from booth to booth looking at the wares. A purse jingling with gold is in her hands as she does. almost expecting to spend her money.

A thin looking man wrapped in heavy winter clothing and furs about him, comes walking into the park. It seems he has recently arrived to the city as he still has his equipment about him and large sack on his back. His hood does not cover his face, though he wears a crimson mask that covers his face all but his mouth and eyes. Still moving along, he is taking a slow time looking towards the booths and other things about the fair.

Demetria chuckles and looks at the figure covered with a red mask. She offers a wave to him lightly, "hello." she calls out and looks back down to the Jewelry booth.

Siriel squints against the sun as she sees what may just well be a familiar figure walk in at the opposite end of the park, her jaw slacks a bit causing it too open in disbelief. She makes no move to get up just seems to watch him as he moves in and out of the booths and around the milling people.

Near the outskirts of the fair, under the shadow of a tree, stands the pale figure of a Morthidar. He plays softly into a silver flute, quietly enough that the sounds of the fair keep the sound from traveling far. He wears only a small amount of clothing, and what there is is thin; the chill breeze that gently ripples his clothes doesn't seem to cause him any bother. His eyes are closed as he plays his slow dirge. A black wolf plays in the snowy field in front of him, rolling and tumbling to amuse itself.

As Theodone moves along the stall and people, he does nod towards Demetria and a smile appears on his lips. " Hello." he says in a small whispered voice. Then he continues on, moving about the vendors, searching for something as his eyes move along the ware with a look of ease. he barely looks to see peoples faces, not caring to see who is about.

Siriel doesn't move or yell out or anything, she continues to watch the crowd move in and out of the booths and keeps an eye on Theo as he moves in and out of the booths.

Zsuzsa stands outside the Jewelry booth and watches the masked elven man walk by, before turning back towards the merchant "But I could get these same pair of earrings for at least 50 gold less the other day in town" she says to him as she haggles over the price of some earrings.

Po continues to play his soft tune on the outskirts of the fair. Perhaps it was the music he hears or the slight silence for the moment that brings his head up from the wares of the vendors and to look about the area. Theodone's eyes looking about in a calmed sort of way, relaxed or simply tired from what may have been a long journey. He does notice the red headed woman and does look at her for a moment longer than he should but then his gaze continues on to the player of the music, even through the crowd that one stands out. His gaze continues on and finally, through the crowd and almost a perfect timing as there is a straight line with no blockage of people between Siriel and himself. A grin, a smile and then a nod towards her, his eyes sparkling for that moment before the crowd once again covers his view.

Siriel smiles as she notices Theo looking her way from thru the crowd, she gives him a small wave before the crowd blocks him from view again. She hears Po's tune and looks to see Shadow playing in the snow and smiles as the two look somewhat content.

Zsuzsa having moved onto another booth just looks around at the wares, and at the men. Oh yeah she so is. She's checking out most of the ones who walk by, and the ones that are checking her out.

Theodone looks back towards the wares but then decides he'd rather go talk to and old friend. So now he moves through the crowd, heading towards the last place he seen Siriel sitting and moving slowly and calmly and like always his eyes looking about for anything of interest as well.

On the outskirts of the fairgrounds Po stands, playing a soft melody on his flute. He is in the shade of a tree, and Shadow moves continues to tumble and roll through the park near him. His music is carried on the wind, but even then he plays softly enough to only barely be heard, as if to keep the music only to himself, his wolf, and the snow. The slow dirge he plays is distant, almost sad.

Heather is busy fussing over the cats and dogs at the animal section "I don't get to play with animals that much." said to the booth owner.

Siriel smiles as she watches Theo walk over towards her, the din of the people getting a little louder as more people start to collect blocks off Po's music from her elven ears.

Zsuzsa watches Heather play with the animals and walks back over to her "Wow still playing with the animals?" she asks with a chuckle.

Heather nods "I love things that let me fuss on them."

Theodone reaches Siriel and a smile appears on his lips. " Hello, long time no see, how has life been treating you." his words spoken softly but kindly towards her.

Po finishes his dirge and opens his eyes. He looks towards the distant northern mountains for a moment, and Shadow stops playing in the snow to look up towards the mountains as well. The two then leave the park, Shadow falling into step behind Po. Po putting his silver flute into a box and tucking said box into the satchel at his back.

Siriel stands up and gives Theo a big hug "Life's been alright as can be expected" she says quietly as she hugs him "It's been a long time, even to an elf" she says as she steps back.

Zsuzsa giggles "So animals and children then eh?" she says too Heather "and men who need mama's" she says with a wink.

Heather chuckles heavily "oh you know me well then." said as she is letting a kitten scratch her hand playfully.

Zsuzsa chuckles "I do sometimes" she pets one of the older dogs the stall has for sale "you see who's back in town?" she asks Heather while she looks around.

Heather nods "I noticed that Dweegon was here for a little."

Zsuzsa nods "Yeah I was riding Caernarfon down by the docks and saw him get off one of the boats there, seems he's been in Mastana" she says with a shrug.

Theodone smiles as Siriel hugs him and in return he hugs her as well. Stepping back a bit he nods. " yes, it has been a while and my apologies for not saying I was leaving for a bit. I am glad all is good for you."

Heather chuckles as she switches animals "I bet he got to friendly with the amazons there."

Siriel nods and shrugs a little "you didn't really owe me an explanation I guess" she says and smiles "but I am glad to see you back" she sits back down under the tree just off to the right of the temporary stage that's been erected in the park and pats the ground beside her.

Zsuzsa giggles "You're probably right"

Theodone nods and drops his back and lays down his longbow near him as he sits down and where she indicated. " So, anything new with your life or even the city." his words of curiosity but mostly perhaps to find out about her.

Siriel chuckles and spreads her hands outward "we're having a faire" she smiles "grand opening is here tonight from the rumour I heard" then she shrugs "not much else new, just taking care of nasties and living life" she says.

Theodone nods and smiles as he pulls back his hood and relieving his long hair that falls to the side now and about him. " Yes, I noticed that there was a fair, seems I arrived in the nick of time perhaps. Perhaps buy something useful in the wilderness."

Siriel looks semi sad for a moment "Does that mean you're not staying?" she asks Theo quietly.

From The center of town their calls a commotion. A jester has been seen running through the town juggling, singing, tumbling. And then, with a puff of smoke seen all over town There is a loud explosion and his voice cries out loudly to all that might hear with in the kingdom, "Come one, come all! Leave your loops and milking stools, Coop the hens and pen the mules, Come one, come all! Close the churches and the schools, It's the day for breaking rules, Come and join the feast of... Fools!"

Theodone notes the slight tone of sadness in her voice and he glances on over towards her and smiles. " Actually, I am planning to stay a little longer than I did last time. If things go well and I find a very good reason to saty.." turns away then and whsipers. " I may still longer than that."

Zsuzsa ooo's as she hears even tho she's still in the park, she claps her hands excitedly like a small child would "I'm so excited, I've never been to a faire before" she says quiet but excitedly.

Heather smiles "this is your first circus preformance I see Zsuzsa" Siriel chuckles and nods, after pausing to listen to the Jester's announcement, "well it will be nice to have you around again" she says with a small nudge of her elbow "we'll have to go for a quiet dinner" she says over the noise of the excited crowd.

Zsuzsa nods excitedly to Heather "I was rarely ever brought into the city let alone brought during the faire days" she says

Heather nods "its a shame, but with corrin gone, I will do the joust."

Zsuzsa's eyebrows knit together for a moment "Corrin? who is this Corrin?" she asks a little confused.

Heather chuckles "A cleric that beat me at the last joust."

Theodone looking towards the jester he can help but note that this is going to be some fair as the crowds seem to get into the whole fair. Glancing back to Siriel he nods. " Yeah, a quiet dinner be nice, to catch up on things."

Shakti arrives, traipsing in at the fringes of the gathering to get her bearings before delving further in. Her dark eyes drift amongst the crowd, seeking out familiar faces ... but, as yet, she finds none. The corner of her mouth curves slightly down into a lopsided frown that's hastily schooled into pleasant neutrality. She takes a breath, lets it out, and finally plunges into the controlled chaos that is the fair.

Siriel smiles and nods "You going to participate in any of the events?" she asks Theo.

Zsuzsa nods "ah ok I've not met them have I?" she asks wondering if she had just forgotten.

As the entrance of the dancing party makes its way into town the Jester's voice can be heard singing a loud. Behind him, A large band of music players, other jesters large and small flood into the park. They tumble, they jungle, But through it all, that voice rings out. "

Once a year we throw a party here in town Once a year we turn all Vintermor upside down Every man's a king and every king's a clown Once again it's topsy turvy day It's the day the devil in us gets released It's the day we mock the prig and shock the priest Everything is topsy turvy at the feast of fools

Topsy turvy! Everything is upsy daysy Topsy turvy! Everyone is acting crazy Dross is gold and and weeds are a bouquet That's the way on topsy turvy day Topsy turvy! Beat the drums and blow the trumpets Topsy turvy! Join the bums and thieves and strumpets Streaming in from Chartres to Calais Scurvy knaves are extra scurvy All because it's topsy turvy day

Come one, come all Hurry, hurry here's your chance See the mystery and romance Come one, come all See the finest show in Vintermor They are the size of two a score Dance la Dragon's! DANCE!

The jester makes a motion with his hands and it cues some unknown magic users to explode thier spell forth with a flurish. Two dragons, One silver and one gold form above the group. Their dance is an aerial one, Dipping and diving through the crowds before battling each other. The music floods out swelling as the creatures perform this act.

Theodone raises a brow then. " Oh, contest you say. Well, I may go into archery if there is such and event, I think I be be getting a little rusty ." looking to the fair and the crowd he grins. " Are you entering in anything?"

Siriel smirks "oh I don't know, maybe I'll try 'em all" she says with a chuckle and another playful nudge, she looks up at the battling dragon spells "those really are beautiful" she says.

"Wow! Heather you see that?" gasps Zsuzsa "Look at those, those are phenomenal!" she says sounding like a small child at the moment rather than the sexy young woman she appears to be.

Heather nods as she claps in approval "yes much better then last years opening."

Shakti glances up, the battle of dragons eliciting a soft gasp of amazement from the typically stoic young woman. She pauses to watch, enraptured, swaying just a bit to the music, though not yet breaking out into the dance her feet are so eager to attempt.

Theodone watches as he sees the dragons fight and a smiles appears on his lips. " Well, this is a very interesting fair so far, quiet a little extravagant but it is a change. He chuckles and then nods. " If I recall, last year there was a drinking contest, you planning to go into that as well."

Walking into the area, quiet and with a cowl drawn tight over his head as he looks up at the fluttering dragon type magicy things- on his shoulder a large rat chitters and looks up at it. "Yeah. Magic." Clay says, shrugging quietly. "How should I know, I mean, its just an illusion of some type..." he says, shaking his head quietly.

Siriel laughs "maybe" she says "but only if you do too" she says with another soft laugh.

Zsuzsa giggles "well I'm glad I'm here for this years then" she says over to Heather.

For their last act victor dragon, the gold one dives at the crowd jaw open and just before it would chomp down on the masses, a single voice is heard shouting out, "TOPSY TURVY.." he shouts and a ribbon of copper energy wraps around it and it explodes in a shower of copper pieces and candy over the crowds. He smiles and announces out. "

Here it is, the moment you've been waiting for Here it is, you know exactly what's in store Now's the time we laugh until our sides get sore Now's the time we crown the King of Fools So make a face that's horrible and frightening Make a face as gruesome as a gargoyle's wing For the face that's ugliest will be the King of Fools Why? Motioning the crowds up to the stage several of the people start to line up.

Heather nods "try out for the contests, I might even try the drinking one this year if they have it... hell I might try them all." thinking for a little hoping.

Zsuzsa giggles "Since it's my first I think I might try to do as many of them as I can" she shrugs "worst that happens they get a guard to carry me back to the Inn"

Theodone looks towards Siriel and chuckles and smiles. " Alright, I will try it and we shall see who carries who home." Looking towards the jester, he hears the words and then the smile is gone. He says nothing but looks towards the ones trying to be fools.

Heather chuckles "how about this, I will cure you and you can carry me home. Just make sure I am not naked." said with a joking wink.

Clay quietly walks over towards the ones who seem to be making the magic and watches them quietly- chuckling to himself as he watches it, shaking his head a bit. But hearing of a contest... He walks over quietly to watch and join in..

Siriel lays a hand gently on Theo's hand but doesn't say anything. "Indeed we'll see who has to carry who home" she says with a small smile.

Shakti glances at the stage, an eyebrow cocked curiously as she regards the people making faces to become the 'king of fools'. Should she? Shouldn't she? The question plays about on her face, her mouth twitching up, then down as she tries to decide. But, eventually, she gives in and takes her place to give it her best shot.

Clay's on the area with the other contestants, pulling back the cowl of his hood to make a face. The black lines on his head seem to curl a bit as on his shoulder, Norm follows suit- sticking out his rat tongue.

Heather removes her head band and says "working with kids all day teach me one thing." she suddenly shakes her head bulges out her eyes, and contorts her lips in a wide strange shape. to get people to laugh more she walks up to a little kid and says "come kiss me." and chases him around a little as she gets the crowed going.

Zsuzsa giggles at Heather before joining suit and sticking out her tongue, squinting her eyes while she pulls her ears outwards.

Shakti isn't quite so creative as the others, using her hands to stretch out a few of her facial features and making a snarling, if not totally terrifying, face. It's clearly not a winner but it makes a few folks laugh and that's good enough for her.

Theodone feels Siriels hand on his and glances sidelong towards her and then a small smile is given back. " We shall see, it will be fun to see though." as he winks and looks back at all the people trying to look ugly. The small bluish coloured woman walks into the park a little late, seeing all the people making the faces she chuckles and walks up to the front of the line. Having heard the last part of the announcement she pushes her little nose up into a little pig nose and pulls her cheeks down so that all you see is the whites of her eyeballs and waggles her tongue at the judge and other people standing around.

Siriel nods "that it definitely will be" she says and chuckles at the little gnomish woman who just made a pretty odd face at everyone.

Zsuzsa giggles at the gnomish womans face that she made "Oh my that was the oddest face I've ever seen" she says through her giggles.

Theodone a small chuckle escapes his mouth at seen the gnomish female simply do the oddest and weirdest face he had seen in like ever. " I think she may have won but I am no judge." still not saying anything about the hand on his.

Siriel nods a little stunned that such a beautiful little woman could make such an odd face "I think you might be right"

The crowd gasps at the sight of Everyone and the Jester steps forward. "Everybody!" He calls out and motions to Blu. "Hail to the KING...er...QUEEN OF FOOLS!" He laughs and motions for the crown to be brought out. Its polished steel crown with small rubies that says "KING OF FOOLS" right across the front of it. Its plopped on her little head and not only does it fall so her head is /through/ the hole, it looks like she is behind the Pendants from the crown. The jester goes on singing announcing out the start of the feastivities.

Once a year we throw a party here in town Hail to the king Once a year we turn all Paris upside down Oh what a king! Once a year the ugliest will wear a crown Girls, give a kiss! Once a year on topsy turvy day We've never had a king like this

It's the day we do the things that we deplore On the other three hundred and sixty-four Once a year we love to drop in Where the beer is never stoppin' For the chance to pop some popinjay And pick a king who'll put the top In Topsy Turvy Day Mad and crazy, upsy daysy, Topsy Turvy

By the time his song is done, One of the other Jesters comes up, Mutters under his breathe and plops the crown, now the right size for Blu'shim right onto her head. Hey it even says QUEEN OF FOOL's now!

Clay laughs quietly to watch Blu'Shim work like that. "Ah, Norm- I told you, we can't beat a gnome at that, no. You should have warned me- I think." he chuckles to himself as he watches the magic still- curious of each use.

Shakti slips off the stage long before the production is made and does her best to slip back into the crowd and blend in, brightly coloured sashes notwithstanding. The Berezani woman is just taking her time and taking in the sights, humming softly to herself all the while.

Blu'Shim stands there with a broad grin on her face, she dances around a bit during the song. After the song and the crown is refitted she starts bowing to the crowd in big exaggerated bows "Thank You, I know my clan would be proud" she says with a giggle.

Zsuzsa claps along with the song and then claps for Blu'Shim as she starts bowing and she starts laughing.

Heather gives a mock bow "all hail our queen."

Clay claps quietly. "Very nice. Yes. Yes." he says, as he looks around now at the vendors. Losing interest. "Its not the magic we seek, Norm. Not at all." he says, continuing around quietly.

Theodone smiles and looks towards the new queen of fools and shakes his head. " Well, I guess she knows what she is doing. She sounds mighty proud indeed." his eyes now scanning the crowd, watching as most seem to be enjoying the fair.

Siriel smiles back at Theo "well she is a gnome and they do thrive on jokes and fun" she says with another chuckle.

Court Jester laughs and lightly pats Blu's shoulder. "Well then, You..Get to judge the first contest...IF you do not want to be in it.." he remarks and motions around to the group. "You see...Our Glorious king." He motions to the back of the group to where King Meric himself is seated laughing at the proceedings. "Heard of the drinking contest not to long ago...and does not believe Dame Mirra is the only town drunk."

Blu'Shim still grinning and waving at everyone starts curtsying and blowing kisses to everyone. She grins and nods "I believe I'll help judge" she says with a smile.

Zsuzsa gasps as she sees the king sitting there "I've never actually seen him" she says quietly to Heather who she's standing beside again.

Heather chuckles and head looks towards the king as this is her first time ever really seeing him in person. she looks to Zsuzsa "either have I, Mirra is right he is attractive for a man." said with a playful elbow to Zsuzsa but follows up with "well I am ready to get drunk, I been practicing a lot with strawberry wine lately."

Zsuzsa chuckles "You mean what we do when we're sitting around talking at night isn't practice?"

Theodone raising a brow he looks towards Siriel. " That ..hmm" as he looks back to the jester and the man he pointed to. At this time he takes the opportunity to stands up from his sitting position. Looking down at Siriel. " We ain't going to join anything by just sitting here."

Siriel raises a hand to Theo "Well help me up" she says "and we'll get in on this here drinking contest" she says with a laugh. Heather nods "pretty much, but I just hope I last a round or two." said as she takes off her magic cloak so she wont be cheating.

Clay's eyes grow wide as he begins to weave and chant. Pulling on little strands of fate and reality just so. "Oh..." he whispers, lifting a hand to his mouth. "Its beautiful."

Theodone extends a hand down towards Siriel for her to take and waits for her to stand up before heading towards the drinking contest. " You do know I drink but a little right?" as he grins

Zsuzsa laughs "well let's go get drunk" she says with a laugh to Heather.

Siriel nods "as do I so this should prove to be quite entertaining" she says as they walk over to the area

Court Jester motions for Blu' to help him out with getting things set up, Then, He carefully shows her to her throne...Its a Privy that has been sprayed with Glitterdust and the back is given a very nice cushion, "Your..Throne my lady." he remarks. "Please though IF you must, we that you refrain from using it the traditional way.."

Heather approaches the drinking area with Zsuzsa "I bet you a copper that you will puke before me." said to Zsuzsa.

Blu'Shim snaps her fingers in an 'oh darn' fashion and gets up on the sparkley toilet, and sits there grinning and gives a little wave and wink to King Meric.

Zsuzsa laughs "I bet you a silver, that you're wrong" and follows Heather.

Meric offers a flourished bow right back to Blu'Shim and laughs out from his seat. A call rises over the crowd as he shouts to Blu'shim, "Aren't the thrones here comfortable?"

Heather says "you are on then"

Blu'Shim gives King Meric a thumbs up and nods frantically while grinning.

Ciar comes riding into the park on his wolf. The base of his lance is resting in one of his stirrups, tip pointed to the sky. He calms as he realizes it is just a fair. He dismounts and tells the wolf to sit down, and leaves his lance with her as he proceeds more into the festivities.

Court Jester motions to the group as they are settled in, "Ladies and Gentleman, Pick out a candidate to root for, I believe." He motions between heather and Zsuzsa, "Their odds are a copper a head.." he jokes. "I would like to thank the Delve for this ale..." he starts as its passed out, "The wonderful suppliers are found in the Drunk dwarves of the town..remember to toss one today!"

Heather stands up from her seat and says "good people I know when I spew I can get a good 5 foot arc so you might want to get back." said in a joking manner to get people laughing.

Clay stands quietly off to the side now, watching the magic- looking at the Jester most curiously as he confers with the chittering creature on his shoulder. "Oh yes. See, the strands there. Very lovely. And the King too- so beautiful with those Aura's of power about them. The colors, myriad and shifting, like rainbows." he continues, as he begins to stroke his hands.

Zsuzsa wrinkles her nose a bit at Heathers announcement and shifts her chair away from Heathers.

Siriel looks thankful to be sitting so far away from Heather, as she's on the other side of Zsuzsa.

The wolfkin glances around just a little and then heads to watch the drinking contest. He occasionally scratches behind one of his wolf-tufted ears. His armor does look a bit furry. Ciar watches the proceedings with a hint of curiousity.

Shakti keeps weaving through the crowd, though she pauses in front of the stage again when the drinking contest is announced. Though she doesn't go up to participate, she is content, for the time being at least, to just stand and watch.

Blu'Shim clears her throat and tries to put on a very big voice trying to sound very important, for she is right now and yells "Drink!"

Heather stands up with the mug in hand and says before she downs the mug in a few seconds "here here thank the dwarves for beer."

Siriel drinks down the ale and puts the mug down, she looks to the Jester "That's yummy ale" she says with a smile

Court Jester laughs quietly and motions to the group. He pats on Zsuzsa's back lightly, "It seems...our contestants could use another!" he shouts out and another round is given to them.

Once all the drinks are placed in front of the contestants, Blu'Shim raises her little arm to them and nods "Drink!" she says to them again.

Ciar applauds a bit and glances around. He doesn't really see anyone he knows but he has been a bit busy lately in the woods and he isn't the best with remembering things. Well faces and names anyway.

Heather turns to the crowd and says "come every one sing with me." she places a hand over the top of her full mug and sings "In heaven there is no beer so thats why I will drink it here." she sings horribly but once they get started she downs the drink feeling fine.

Siriel downs another mug of ale and places the cup back down in front of her, she smiles and shrugs, not yet feeling the effects of the alcohol.

Zsuzsa finishes her mug barely "Blah I hate ale" she says out to the crowd "Seriously, if this was wine" she burps a little "I'd be kicking her butt" she says motioning to Heather.

Clay quietly watches the group, leaning against the pole to one of the vendor's booths. "But I don't like beer." Clay says to himself, frowning to himself- and pursing his lips. "I don't think... No. Well. Maybe." The man continues to speak to himself- Norm just chitters.

Court Jester stage whispers to Blu'shim, "how about it Queen of Fools. What do you think, Do they need another one?"

Ciar cocks his head to the side and chuckles a bit, "If were wine, nae a drinkin contest."

Blu'Shim giggles and nods "Give 'em another" she shouts out with a laugh.

Zsuzsa giggles and puts her finger up to her lips "shhh" she says with a wink to Ciar.

Heather waits for her mug to be refilled "this is fun."

Clay walks up to the Jester, and looks up. "Are late entries allowed?" he wonders, looking at the others quietly. "Norm and I would enjoy a few drinks on the Dwarves." he nods sagely. "Anyways. Its all ladies up there."

Blu'Shim's little eyebrows go up "It seems we may have another competitor, Shall we let him in?" she asks the crowd.

Heather says "I don't mind him joining in, but to be fair he should drink two in a row."

Court Jester looks at the group, "We can pause, Allow any late entries to come in. They would have to drink the two that they are missing..!" he points out

"Bring 'em on" Zsuzsa says kinda loud.

Berenni toddles in at just the right time for /everything/, so it seems. The pilvisadi's not one for drinking /much/, but this is the fair! And, well, that's what people /do/. So, he'll head on over to join the rest at the drinking thing, moving as fast as his wee legs will carry him.

Blu'Shim ooo's in wonder at the first pilvisadi she's seen since her brother.

Ciar shakes his head and chuckles a bit but stays where he is.

Clay looks at the ale and throws the first one back. Then the second...He blinks quietly. "Hrm..." he says smacking his lips quietly. "Maybe I don't don't like beer after all. Oh. That was Bears. Right."

Berenni drains the first mug and totters a bit, blinking owlishly at the crowd, then at the mug. The second, however, goes down much smoother than the first and he belches rather loudly for a man of his stature and rather abruptly covers his mouth with a sheepish, "Pardon me!" He blushes a light lavender, tinged with violet at the ears.

Blu'Shim stands up on the glittery toilet that is her throne and clears her throat again "Drink 'Em Down!" she shouts to all the contestants.

Siriel seems to stay in her groove and plunks the mug back down on to the table.

Heather grins and downs the drink as she leaves out a belch that might make a sailor/teamster blush. She then looks at the crowd "what cant say something funny each time."

Zsuzsa giggles as she slams back her third ale, she puts the mug down and lets out a loud belch.

Berenni chugs the third and belches again. "Oh /dear/." His blush is only exacerbated when he actually /sees/ Blu'shim, then rather quickly looks away and into his mug as if it might be making him see things.

Continuing to drink, Clay just begins to smile a little- looking at the others as they drink too. "Maybe its been too long, Norm. I mean...its been years since we drank last. Remember when we found those elderberries? Oh. That was fun. I wonder what Shereem is up to." he frowns to himself and licks the rim of the glass.

Blu'Shim shouts "line 'em up again" After watching the drinks poured again the little blue woman yells "Drink!!"

Ciar starts to chuckle a bit more and shakes his head slightly. The wolfkin is finding a bit of amusement from all of this, almost wishing he had joined in, but then he really doesn't like to drink that much

"If you think you'll get the best of me, you frothy bastard- you're wrong." Clay states to this new mug of ale as he throws it back. Norm, that black rat chitters loudly, and whips his tail. Heather gives a nods and says after she downs the beer "oh my poor liver, thank the goddes so I can heal it."

ShadowHawk comes skipping in, he looks around at the revelry and pouts "you all started without me"

Berenni isn't sure how he's managing to keep up, but he is! Another mug down and he gives a little wiggle, as if to shake any other belches out. When none come, he grins broadly and looks over at his 'competition'.

Clay looks over at Heather. "Your liver is the most haughty and..." he blinks. "Haughty and ignoble of organs. It should be punished." he nods sagely- and throws down yet another mug, throat rolling as he swallows as fast as he can.

Blu'Shim seeing her brother in the crowd she yells "SHEA!!! Shea!!" she waves at him frantically "Shea! Lookit me!! I'm Queen" and she points to the crown on her head "And look!! Look!! that's the king!!" she yells to him pointing to King Meric in his throne. "I'm judging the drinking contest! Hey Shea!!"

ShadowHawk looks up at Blu's familiar voice and goes running over to climb up beside her "a Drinking contest that should be fun" he shouts with a grin as he runs over.

Siriel feels the effects of that last mug of ale and kind of smacks her lips together.

Zsuzsa starts feeling a little green after slamming that last ale back a bit too hard.

Heather is not feeling any effects just yet "some of you are not looking good."

"What's the hold up?" Clay wonders. "And why hashn't Norm gotten any Ale. He'sh firsty too." He looks again at Heather, blinking. "Yeah? Its the robe, isn't it? Its all I could get on shuch short notish. I mean, really...."

Heather looks to clay "no not that some of you look ready to puke."

ShadowHawk looks around at the contestants he picks up a glass and downs it, as he swallows he starts looking green. "This milk doesn't taste right" he says as he picks up the next glass he drains that one and 2 more quickly follow "Well it tastes better as the glasses stack up" he says and grabs another glass he downs this one as well and for a moment those watching think it might just come back up. He lets out an enormous belch shakes his head a bit and smiles "how many more glasses do we need to drink of this funny milk?" he says with a grin.

Blu'Shim grins with pride as her baby brother is now there to watch and compete "Line 'em up again" she calls out to the pourers of the ale. Blu'Shim giggles "Silly boy it's ale" she says as the drinks are poured. After they're topped up she shouts "Drink 'Em Down Me Hardies!" and giggles.

Siriel is thankful for the small gnome break as she downs that mug and smiles feeling alright again.

To paint the scene for the new comers....The faire is underway in the town. Even the king is here to watch the drinking contest this time. And Blu'Shim has been named the King...erm Queen of Fools. Her throne is just that. A decorated Privy that sits atop of the gallows over looking the crowd. With this last group of drinkers. ..Ooh the drinking contest is just starting to get good.

Zsuzsa downs that mug of ale and lets out a belch that would make a bunch of dwarves blush at and grins at Heather.

Heather downs the drink "if this keeps up the dwarfs will need to tap there second supply of beer tonight."

"Oh dear." Benny polishes off his latest mug and blinks blearily a couple of times. He wobbles just a bit, blinking rapidly as if that might make the world stop spinning. "Oh, oh- oh dear," he repeats, then hiccups rather loudly.

ShadowHawk drinks another mug down then looks over to Blu' "What ish thish Ale you speak of.. er umm excuse me" he then runs down off of the Gallows and finds a handy tree to 'water'. He climbs back up to the table with a sheepish grin "De faster it goes in de faster it comes out *HiC* I guess."

"No.... What? Who. Where?" Clay asks, as Norm chitters and runs in a circle. "No. One of us has to stay sober. You're the designated rodent." Blu'Shim shouts out "Drink!" after the glasses are filled.

Siriel's looking good again she stands up for a moment just to stretch her legs a bit.

Heather drinks her mug looks around at the others "I say we switch to whiskey shots to make this better."

ShadowHawk picks up the mug after his third try for it "Stand still will you!!" once the mug is in his hand he starts to drink spilling most of it down his face and tunic because he is trying to talk while drinking. as he finishes the mug starts to glow a startling blue. He jump back from it "You did what!!!!" he exclaims staring at the mug.

Berenni is ... tottering a bit more, leaning to one side. He squints at his mug, then at the crowd before deciding, rather loudly, "It's too /dark/ out here." He gestures, he mutters ... and all that happens is a loud fart, which is promptly followed by a spray of colors from his rear. "... well /that's/ new."

Heather looks to Berenni "wow you farted a rainbow, thats pretty cool."

Berenni has gone a rather fetching shade of lavender at Heather's words and he fans at his bum as if that might help matters, somehow. "Well, that- ... oh, dear. I hope that's not permanent."

"Fly! Fly little friend, into the sky!" Clay shouts out, as he picks up Norm and puts him down again- in the air. It floats about, "And get me a beer!" he says, pointing at the Keg- Norm seems to grab a mug and heft it up and float over towards the Keg. "Fly! Free. Free as a raaat now..."

Zsuzsa wanting to win the bet she has going with Heather she turns to her and squints her eyes really narrow and starts muttering towards Heather, but being drunk rather than causing Heather any fear she causes her own hair to poof out. She falls back into her chair laughing her butt off.

Heather chuckles as Zsuzsa gave her self a fro "well oh queen can we have our next round."

Blu'Shim stands on her throne and watches the pretty colours fly and giggles at Berenni's poot and at Zsuzsa's failed spell, giggling at the new hairstyle yells out "Drink Again Peons!" and laughs, waving again over to King Meric with a grin.

Even tho she is a wood elf Siriel isn't really supposed to be green, yet, she is turning it very quickly. "Damn Theo for talking me into this and running away" she says with a slight slur.

Clay's eyes water as another Mug is brought back to him by Norm- and he throws the thing back. "Horray. NOrm...the beer bringer..." he shouts. Thud. Head on the table. "Where's my sister? She's s'pose to be here." he states, looking at the others. "You seen any... Tumblefoot...Tumblefeet... Tumblefoots around?" he wonders to no one in particular.

Berenni shuffles his feet uncomfortably and drains the next mug. With another hiccup, he decides it's time to test the 'flatulent rainbow' theory as surreptitiously as possible. Thankfully, his fart isn't rainbow-coloured. On the other hand, it comes out as a high-pitched (and rather loud) 'squeeeeeee' noise. "Oh /bother/."

Zsuzsa giggles "Hey I think this new do is helping the ale taste better" she says pointing to her hairdo.

Heather downs her drink with amusement "well dont drink and spell."

ShadowHawk has starting drinking himself sober, after downing this last mug he is still staring at the glowing mug on the bar. After a moment he growls "how could you!!" to the mug his eyes start to glow and two glowing red bolts come flashing out of them striking the mug and leaving it in nothing but it's component pieces "Don't you talk about my sister that way!" he shouts at the bits of mug that remain.

Blu'Shim raises an eyebrow at ShadowHawk "Uh Shea, are you uh.. ok?"

Clay blinks quietly. Looking over at Shadow as he's showered in fragments of glass. "I think someone's needing to calm down." He chuckles, as Norm hops out of the air and into a tankard of ale- to drink a little. "No! DEsignated rodent. Bad. Bad Norm!"

ShadowHawk nods vigorously at Blu' then falls over "it was being mean to you but now it wont be any more" he states as he climbs back up to the bar. ShadowHawk looks over to clay "you want I should teach norm a lesson too?"

Berenni harrumphs to himself, looking up at the sky. "It's still too dark," he mutters, rubbing at his eyes. "What was that spell again ...?" He glances around, lower lip pouting out and his nose and cheeks starting to take on a violet tinge. "Another round! That might refresh my-" *squeeeeee* "-... memory. Oh dear. I hope *that* isn't permanent either."

Blu'Shim motions for another mug for ShadowHawk "Fill 'em up" after they're full "Knock 'em Down!" she shouts, and then looks to the drunken contestants "uh that means go ahead and drink" she says a little quieter.

Clay gathers Norm close to him suddenly, eyes narrowed as he stares at ShadowHawk. "We're done." he says, as he stumbles away from the table. "Its okay, Norm. I won't let no one hurt yah." he whispers as he stumbles over. "It was nicer without the people. I have to admit."

Heather eeks as she says a word to magically summion a shield that stops a shard from hitting her face but once she is safe from a shard the shield goes away. "shea calm down." said and her mug is finished as she is not fealing anything at all so far

ShadowHawk slams back another mug with a frown "thish milk still tastes funny" he says as he waves absently in the general direction of the retreating Clay. Looking up at Blu' he says "some peoples can't seem to hold their milk." with a quizical smirk.

Siriel goes to slam back her mug and some how loses her balance on her chair and completely falls over backwards, she stands back up giggling. Yep she's giggling as she sits back down "Oops"

Zsuzsa looks over at Heather "How ya doin there Heather?" she slurs at her friend.

Heather speaks perfect "I am feeling fine how are you sweetie?"

Berenni sucks down the next mug a bit more slowly than the last, spilling a bit on himself when he loses his balance. Fortunately, he gets his bum under control just long enough to utter a weak "Hooray!" before he has to excuse himself a moment to dash behind a tree to relieve himself. He's back there for a while until a brilliant burst of icy blue strikes the tree he's using. Don't ask /how/ he managed to cast 'magic missile'. "Oh /botherfloozits/!" He hurries back to his place, hastily refastening his pants and pretending as if nothing had happened.

As the pourers refill the mugs Blu'Shim blows a kiss at King Meric and smiles at him, trying to ignore the antics on the stage but she can't help but laugh at the elf falling backwards out of her chair. "Drink 'Em Down Again" yells the little judge from her pot.

Clay quietly holds Norm close, and mumbles to himself. "Threaten my friends." he whispers, shaking his head a bit as he pets the rat quietly. "Its okay. No. Its okay- don't worry about it." he whispers again. "We'll wait and watch, maybe its just the drink. We'll ask Shereem about it later." he nods. "She'll know what to do."

Heather finishes her drink "you know all that drinking practice we been doing Zsuzsa helped."

Demetria slidesout of the shadows beside Clay. "How drunk are they?' The halfling woman asks the other halfling, No indication is given if she knows that the halfling she is talking to. Rather she chuckles quietly, "And how big of fools are they making?'

ShadowHawk throws back another mug. Strangly he seems to be getting a bit more stable the more he drinks.

Berenni's throat works as he drinks the next mug, though a fair bit ends up spilling down his chest anyway. As he tips his head back to drain it, he tips a bit /too/ far, and ends up toppling onto the ground on his rump. "... probably oughtta clean thisshup," he burbles, gesticulating with his hands. So much for prestidigitation; it's a puddle of grease that appears at his feet.

Clay is quite drunk himself as he looks over at Demetria. "Very. Extremely drunk. Morons, all of them- I'm sure. Threatened Norm." he says. "But we're quite alright now." he says, looking at the woman quietly. "So. I'm Clay." he states. "I'm looking for someone- maybe about your height. Named Shereem."

Zsuzsa looks to Heather "I'm fantastical, but that blue guy is right... it's a bit dark out here" she says and speaks a couple words in celestial and bright flash of light appears above the heads of the competitors, which elicits an oooo out of Zsuzsa.

Demetria blinks slowly at clay and eyes him lightly, "What do you want with her?" She smirks. Demetria crosses her arms over her chest before glancing about. A small finger wave to the King is given and she looks back at the Gallows.

"That's my business." Clay says quietly. "She knows me. If you see her, tell her Clay's looking for her." he continues. Norm chitters. "Yes, of course." he whispers, scratching the rat's chin quietly. "We just want to see her again." he says, eyelids half drooping.

Blu'Shim screams at the top of her lungs "DRINK!!!"

Demetria eyes Clay, "You want to see my sister, Your going to tell me why first." she remarks and moves to step closer to Clay, "Every knows where her cottage is, By the house of lore." she huffs lightly and crosses her arms over her chest slowly.

Heather sighs "no more casting of magic please some one can get serously hurt, or worse." says the still sober half elf.

ShadowHawk Slams back yet another mug "Well the milk is starting to taste better" he says looking at the bottom of the mug "Hey there must be a hole in this!" he shouts shaking it. He appears to be speaking in Auran

Berenni pushes himself clumsily to his feet, only to slip, slide, and land with a *thud* on the ground. "What manner of trickery ish thish?" he slurs, then scrabbles to his feet (again) to drink his next mug. "Oooooh." Nope, it's not sitting well with him. He blinks blearily at Heather, then squints an eye at her. "I ... forgot what I wash going to shay."

Clay stares at Demetria. "Sister? We don't have a sister your age." he states. "Who are you? Unless you're like members of some weird guild or something." he says, with a half step back- fingers tucking into a pouch at his belt. "I demand to know why you're claiming to be family."

Zsuzsa starts mumbling under her breath and focuses a lot suddenly on making sure she's sitting in her chair.

Siriel remains very very quiet waivering a bit in her chair.

Demetria looks at Clay and narrows her eyes slowly, "You.." she pauses and starts to laught out, "Go home..Ask your mother." she pauses, "I am your older sister Demetria." she remarks. "About 9 years older then Shereem there abouts." she remarks. "I was stolen."

The sober gnome looks at the drunken idiots on the stage and shakes her head "Your most loyal subjects your majesty" she shouts out to the King and turns back to them again "Now Drink For Your King!" she shouts to them and laughs.

"The hell you were. Why didn't I ever hear about you growing up?" Clay asks, frowning at Demetria. "I think you're full of it. And maybe I will ask Shereem, and mother as well." he says, Norm chitters. "I don't care if she smells similar."

Demetria laughs quietly, "Shereem lives in the small cottage up by the house of lore." she remarks and motions out of town, "Mother lives in the blue house two doors down from me. I am sure her and Saron would love to see you..Oh and say hi to my boys."

ShadowHawk drinks back yet another mug slaming it down on the bar "next!"

Heather downs her drink and looks around to the people in the area "this has been fun people, and I am glad the Dame did not come o beat us."

Berenni isn't sure /how/ he gets the next one down, seeing as he sees /two/ mugs in his hand. Still, somehow, he drains it and sets it down a bit too heavily. "Woof." He wobbles a bit more but, luckily, doesn't fall again.

"Maybe I will." Clay shouts, as he shakes his head. "I don't believe you for one minute, you should know." Clay says quietly. "Anyways, I'm Clay." That's all he says as he walks off again in any direction without much a care.

Zsuzsa turns to Heather looking very green "You..." she pukes all over the stockade behind her as she was atleast right of mind to turn her head "win" she says after vomiting and slides 10 silver over to her and slinks down from the stockade and lays down in the snow.

Demetria laughs quietly, "Ooh I like him." she comments to know one. "I see insanity runs in the family..Good."

Blu'Shim wrinkles her nose at the sight of the human girl spewing her guts all over the gallows "Out" she yells about Zsuzsa as she walks away "The rest of ya - Drink!"

Heather chuckles at the puke "thanks you sweetie." is said after the mone is given, but to get teh crowd to cheer for her she carefully tosses the money to the crowd and then returns to her drink to down the fermented water.

Siriel shakes her head in sympathy as she watches the drunken red head fall over in the snow and drinks her next drink.

Berenni finds it's actually /easier/ to drink the stuff while he's seated, so that's exactly what he does when he gets his next mug. He sits with a pronounced "/Oof./" sound and starts to drink. He has to stop about halfway through at the sight of Zsuzsa hurking her guts up, his own guts rumbling in protest, but he forces himself through that moment and finishes his drink with a less than hearty "Yay."

ShadowHawk drinks back another mug falls over backward off of his stool and slides on the greese to the edge of the gallows. he crawls back over to the stool and starts checking the legs "one must have gotten shorter" he mumbles as he climbs back up to get his next mug.

Dweegon makes his way through the crowd from the direction of the armor booth. He gives polite nods to those he encounters, but seems to cut a fairly direct path to Zsuzsa. He approaches her and looks her over with a little grin. "Been drinking a little?"

Zsuzsa lets out a little belch and nods.

Blu'Shim yells "Drink Drink Drink Drink" and laughs.

Shakti watches the drinking for as long as she can tolerate, her nose crinkling just a bit with distaste as one contestant finally loses it. The dancer turns, gliding through the crowds to some of the booths to take a peek, her hands lacing behind her and her feet sketching out a vague dancing pattern on the ground.

"Oh de-" Thud. The poor gnome can't even finish his feeble proclamation after drinking this latest mug. Benny is ... well, for lack of a better phrase, completely passed out on the stage and drooling a bit.

ShadowHawk throws back yet another mug of Ale "I can't believe you can just sit there and watch your lil bro do this to himself Blu" he then sways forward and smacks his head off the bar "oww when did that get there!" He appears to be speaking in Auran

A drinking contest. That is right, The Feast of fools is peaking with the Drinking contest. The King is even present, seated at the far end of the park watching and when Benny falls over he laughs lightly. A group of priests rush to him, and he is healed with a potion. back up and alright, but alas, he is out of the contest

Dweegon gives her a nod, finding this reaction less than attractive. He turns to see if anyone is not spending the evening striving for alcohol poisoning, and his eyes fall upon Shakti. His head cocks slightly as he watches her, and he holds up a finger to Zsuzsa to indicate he'll be back. He approaches the dancing woman and walks along side her, trying to keep up. "Hello there...you look like you might be the other person here not drinking your liver out. What's your name?"

Siriel slams back another ale and cringes as she suddenly grabs her head feeling a lil woozy she seems to slide out of her chair and disappears under the table.

Berenni pulls out of the stupor, thanks to the priests, and staggers his gnomish self away to find someplace to rest his soon-to-be-aching head.

A noise is heard from under the table, a thump "what the..?" Siriels head pops back up "how'd I get under the table?" she asks no one.

Heather looks to siriel "sweetie you should bow out before you get serous hurt."

Blu'Shim watches as her new favourite gnome is taken away "I'll have to look him up" she says with a giggle "Drink Up People"

Shakti stops, her head tilting in Dweegon's direction. The line of her mouth curves into a small, polite smile and she dips into a shallow, graceful bow to the man. "No, sai, I do not come to places like this to drink." At his request, however, her eyebrows lift and she pauses before answering, "Shakti ... or Shai, if you would prefer, sai." Her accent marks her as Berezani, if her sash and general appearance don't.

The merriment and the fool-making have gathered such a crowd and a commotion. Po and his black wolf, Shadow, have been forced from under their rocks, behind their bushes, or where-ever else they have been hiding. Yes, curiosity has gotten the better of the Morthidar and his companion, and together they walk into the park. The elf steps lightly, his thin black clothing rippling in the chill breeze; Shadow moves in darting bounds, living up to her name as she trails close to Po for the time. Po makes his way through the crowd, a polite smile on his face as he goes towards the stage to watch what antics ensue.

Zsuzsa lays in the snow looking up at the stars and hums a little as she tries to sober up so she can kick Dweegons ass for leaving her laying there.

ShadowHawk lifts up the mug and starts drinking and continues all the way off of the stool to the ground, Raising the mug with a triumphant grin "Not one drop spilled!" he shouts from the ground, he then rolls over and crawls to sit by Blu'. At least he thought he was going in that driection before he crawled right off the gallows to land with a thud

Dweegon also has a touch of Berzani in his accent, as though he's come from Verkant but may have spent some time among the Berzani. "Pleasure to meet you, Shakti," he says, offering a hand to her in greeting. "I'm Dweegon. And I'm not a huge fan of the drink myself. I prefer to keep my mind sharp and my senses clean that I might better enjoy such a gathering."

Siriel barely even in her chair drinks one more and slides under the table again "I'm Done" comes a feeble moan from under the table.

Court Jester walks up to Heather and shouts out, "The town drunk!" He announces to the masses

Blu'Shim claps and smiles "Yay Heather!!" she cries.

Heather stands up and says with a bow "I gave up my liver for king and country."

ShadowHawk rolls over and shouts "yay Heather!"

Shakti inclines her head again, her feet placed one before the other with crossed ankles. "A pleasure, sai Dweegon. And, indeed, 'tis more fun to enjoy the festivities sober than 'tis to be staggering about drunkenly." Dark eyes flick away briefly, skimming the crowd for familiar faces, but, finding none, her eyes settle appraisingly on Dweegon once more.

Zsuzsa calls out "Anyone have a spell of sobering?" she's sitting up in the snow now.

Several of the Clerics make their way over to Zsuzsa with Potions and laugh. "We got it.." they call out.

Zsuzsa grins "You're not clerics, you're saints" she mumbles as they help her out and get her sober again.

Dweegon smiles. "Always pleasant to meet one so like minded. What draws you here? I myself have most interest in yonder horses and the armor crafters who have come to peddle and display."

Court Jester slides from the Gallows with a soft smile on his face. He moves to mingle with in the crowd. He juggles, He sings, and other wise..makes a fool of himself.

Siriel heads out of the park to go and nurse her drunkeness in a bed somewhere.

Heather leaps off the gallows and then puts on her cloak "that was fun and suprising."

Shakti glances about again, her gaze drifting from the stalls to the people and then back to Dweegon. "I came to see what was to be seen, sai. Nothing more, for I have no coin, and nothing less, for there is nothing less /to/ do than see." She smiles, a faint expression that's as fleeting as fog at dawn as the sun hits it.

Blu'Shim wanders over to her brother to see if he's alright.

Po watches as Heather wins the evidently coveted title of town drunk. He chuckles to himself before moving to the side of the crowd, to find a less... crowded place to watch. He walks to an oak and leans himself against it, glancing to his wolf, Shadow, for only a moment before his eyes settle on the crowd with some interrest and curiosity. At the glance, Shadow bounds off into other, less occupied parts of the park.

Dweegon glances about too, though he seems quite interested in this woman. "If you're without coin, perhaps I could assist you in putting some food in your belly this night? There are excellent peddlers of grilled and smoked meats here."

ShadowHawk looks up at Blu' hands reaching into the sky "look at the pretty colours!" he says then lays back down on the ground. Blu'Shim giggles "come little brother let's go see the nice clerics and get you set up with some soberity" she says dragging him up off the ground.

Heather walks over to shadow "please let me do the healing on him please?" said as she seems mostly sober.

Zsuzsa stands up and brushes the snow off her bottom, feeling much better after talking with the clerics. She walks over to Caernarfon and gives him a scritch under his chin and talks quietly to the beautiful horse.

Shakti's eyebrows lift a bit at the offer and she shakes her head, her stance straightening a bit in the process. "No, sai, 'tis alright. I already had a bit to eat before I came here, and 'tis hard to dance with an overly full stomach," she sounds apologetic and her head tilts away slightly. "The offer is appreciated, though, sai."

ShadowHawk stumbles along with his sister until Heather walks over "Hiya Heather! you're going to heal me!" he awards her with a giant grin "you may want to be quick that milk feels like it may want to come back out!"

Heather gets on one knee "******* *** ******** ******* **** ******** ***** ***** **** ****** ** ***** ******* **** ***** ***** *** **** *********" after the prayer the energy comes over Shadow makeing him feel better. She appears to be speaking in a language you do not understand.

Meredin was in the crowd the entire time and being pouty over the fact she barely missed getting to participate. Such is what happens however when you've the attention span of a flea. With the contest now over the elf hops out of her seat and starts to wander through the fair grounds.

ShadowHawk looks up with rapidly clearing eyes "did I really blast a mug?" he says with a quizical look.

Heather nods as she gets up and says "with a magic missle spell." seing he is ok she walks away to mingle with who ever.

Blu'Shim smiles "Yep ya did lil Bro, but in your defense it apparently had said something nasty about me" she says with a giggle "Come lets see if we can find shiney things for sale" she says to him.

Zsuzsa pulls a small apple out of her pack and gives it to Caernarfon to chomp on "There ya go boy, you have been so good today" she says as she runs a hand down his neck.

ShadowHawk nods "thats right it did, nasty mouths on them milk mugs!" he says with grim satisfaction to Blu.

Tikk wanders into the park. AFTER the dragons are gone and looks around, "Where the pretty things in the sky go." she then notice the tree that is burnt. "Who did that..." she motions to it and wanders farther in, "Shadow!!" she runs over to the fellow gnome and finger waves to Blu. "HI!"

Berenni has, of course, found his way to a tree -- not the one he, er, blasted -- and is currently leaned up against it while he fusses with a potion. Time to sober up, then, and hopefully avoid any unnecessary attention. And, besides! There's still plenty of stalls to see and buy things from.

Heather walks to Zsuzsa "you feeling better?" she asks as she gets a mango from her haversack to offer the big horsy.

Zsuzsa nods with a small smile to her friend "Yes much now" she says.

Blu'Shim waves at Tikk "Hey Tikk where were you? That guy farted colours!!" she sounds in awe as she exclaims it excitedly.

The fair is full of life and colour. Merchants peddle and haggle, buyers buy and browsers browse. There are fools enough here to lead a small army off a cliff, and their entertaining dances, tumbles, and songs (most of which are starting to go off-key), are almost too much fun, if such a thing exists. The first drinking contest has just been brought to a close with the passing out and subsequent curing of many a fool.

Tikk looks at Blu and blinks "Farted colors.." she giggles. "Would that make it a Col*art?" she asks and giggles. "Who was he?" she wonders and moves to pounce right onto Shadow's back.

ShadowHawk thinks that even with Heather's magical touch he needs some rest to sleep off his drunken antics so with a hug for Blu and a wave to Heather and Tikk he stumbles off to find himself a cot at stonesong.

Zsuzsa decides to wander among the booths some now that she's feeling a bit better.

Tikk misses in her pounce and gets a face full of...dirt. "oww.."

Po stands by a tree near the edge of the gathered crowd. He watches with an amused look on his face; with a small smile and curious eyes. He is alone, for the time, even his Shadow has gone off into the park without him. He watches familiar faces, and gives a nod to those that stagger by, wondering what he should do and where he should do it.

Blu'Shim shrugs "I don't know never met him" she looks around for a moment "Him" she says and points over to where Berenni is standing by the tree and starts giggling.

Berenni exhales slowly, finally regaining some sense of sobriety. Lucky for him, he's far enough away from the other gnomes to not hear them talking about colourful farts and so forth. Nope, this gnome is plenty oblivious for now.

Shakti slips away after declining Dweegon's offer of food, her feet apparently not content to stay still for particularly long. It's not an intricate dance or anything fancy, but she still spins and twirls her way through the crowd with a grace that comes naturally to her. Then again, it could just be the music just wasn't agreeable to her ... as tends to be the case.

Tikk looks around and then spots Benny. The thing that comes from her is well...erm..how to put this..OH this works: Ghost sounds, Dancing lights and and a really high pitched scream from TIkk that says...'BENNY!!!!!!!" and then a little meadow gnome is running. and leaping and attempted tackling.

Blu'Shim stands a little confused and a little stunned by the interesting sound emitted from her friend before she took off running. She puts her finger in her ear and wiggles it a bit and walks over to where Tikk went running to watching her tackle Berenni.

Berenni shrieks. Loudly. Girlishly, even. Rather than make the smart move and try to get out of the way, he resigns himself to his face by promptly purpling -- as he tends to do when embarrassed -- and shielding his face with his arms. There's a cursory attempt at a duck, but probably not enough to save him. "/Tikklen/!" he cries, squinching his eyes shut against the gnomish onslaught.

Zsuzsa chuckles from over by a booth as she sees the gnome tackling that's happening.

Kiss, Kiss Kiss kiss, They all go to his arm and she tries to pull his arms from his face to kiss his nose. "HI." Tikk states with a giggle. "Welcome home Ooh I missed you." she squeals and hugs the man around his Middle.

Carellan wiggles his finger in his ear at the excessive amount of noise at the fair. HE then looks around, stoically, his face set almost in a grim mask as he walks into the fair.

Po watches the crowd for a moment longer before reaching behind his back and pulling out a wooden case. Inside is a flute, made of silver, which Po retrieves before replacing the case in the satchel at his back. Po steps lightly into the crowd, finding his way slowly as he plays. His song is nothing special, a joyous song that seems to come hesitantly to his fingers.

Blu'Shim looks a little shy for a moment, not wanting to get in between the old friends and their reunion, so she stands off to the said and watches the two other gnomes.

Berenni manages to turn a rather peculiar shade of plum and holds his breath, cheeks puffed out at Tikk's nose-kissing antics. He sputters, he flails, but he ends up completely helpless at the meadow gnome's attention. "/Tikklen/!" he finally blurts, one hand flailing uncontrollably while the other hugs her, "You could have /warned/ me, you know. I could have been hurt! You could have been hurt, for that matter!"

Tikk giggles and bounces up before offering her hand to him.

Zsuzsa listens to the music that's being played and hums along with it a little bit as she peruses the booths.

Tikk giggles and bounces up before offering her hand to him. "Benny Berenni Majiri Finbert Glimjon Sparkhand Mibbibiddle Jebfoodle Inkfoot Zookman," she uses his formal name and motions to Blu'shim. "this is Blu..Blu Benny." she giggles. "He is my best friend from when I came here." she states. "OH you gotta meet Hogle.." she offers and frowns. "OH but he is sleeping." she frowns and then giggles. "I kinda wore him out."

As the silvery strains of flute music drift through the crowd, the Berezani starts to move again. This time it's a whirling affair, her movements flowing and smooth like a whirlwind of ephemeral birds. A far sight better than her first dance, it's something that causes people to part and make a bit of room.

Berenni takes the offered hand and stumbles to his feet, then, rather promptly, tips forward in an overly formal bow to the lady Blu. "Howdy-doo, miss Blu," he states, then giggles a bit at himself ... then turns purple again with a deep blush. "Oh, dear. I ... I shan't ask, Tikklen." Nor does he want to know, from the look on his face. Pause. "... no, I definitely shan't ask."

Po's music falters a bit as he spots the Berezani dancing through the crowd, but he keeps playing. He finds a place to stand, somewhat free of bustle, and remains their as he plays.

Tikk giggles and snickers. "Blu here has a brother..Shadow...their family likes colors apparently." she giggles and pushes Benny towards Blu. "You two talk..You two get to know each other.." she pauses. "Benny why are the back of your pants rainbow colors."

Carellan doesn't even bother looking at the group of gnomish terrors and then heads straight for the weapons booth like an arrow fired from a bow.

Blu'Shim blushes and curtsies "Tallulah Elbereth Githoniel Lyric Bluebell Mahola of the Skye clan from the tippiest toppiest of the highest high mountain in Meloria" she says to Berenni "You put on quite a show up there" she says nodding to the stockade with a grin.

Zsuzsa hmms as she looks at the merchant "But which would be better the short sword or the short spear?" she asks the man manning the weapons booth, hand on her hip and frowning a bit as she looks at the two.

Tikk giggles and pushes Benny closer to her. "OH you goof." she sates and giggles. "Benny here is single." she offers apparently trying to play match maker.

Shakti continues spinning her way through the crowd until she comes to a standstill not far from where the mystery musician -- Po, from the looks of things -- is playing. She totters on her tiptoes, then lowers again, giving a slight bow and an equally faint smile to him. "Ah, sai Po. We meet again, it would seem," she murmurs with notable amusement.

Berenni stares at Tikklen, stammering out some vague reply or another that means absolutely /nothing/, then proceeds to /stay/ purple when the meadow gnome makes mention of his marital status. "That- ... well, that's-" sputter. Sputter. Sigh. His head hangs a bit, scrubbing at the back of his neck with a hand. "I /really/ wasn't trying, mind you. I just couldn't remember how to cast a bit of light and-" well, things went weird, though that goes unspoken.

Carellan comes to stand at the weapons booths and then pouts his hands behind his back as he looks around at the weapons, doesn't seem interested in having conversations, and more, or solely, focused on his task at hand.

Tikk looks at the tree Benny used before. "Look at that. It looks like someone Magic Missiled it." she remarks and giggles lightly, "It came out your arse?" she asks and frowns. "I am glad I don't have to was your underwear."

Po lowers his flute and gives a short bow of his own to Shakti. "So we do. That was beautiful... dancing? I suppose that was what it was. I have never before seen anything like it," he says, a smile of his own growing on his lips.

Blu'Shim giggles a bit "well even if ya didn't mean it, it made me giggle. It even made the King laugh" she says with a wink "Where abouts are you from?" she asks "as you're the only other pilvisadi I've seen besides my brother and I" she explains.

Shakti dips into a slightly deeper bow, ankles crossed, hands laced behind her back. "Indeed, sai. 'Twas nothing particularly special, I admit, but ..." She straightens, one hand fluttering like the wing of a bird on the wind. "'Tis fun. You play flute? I would never have guessed as much, sai."

Zsuzsa stands at the weapons stand still trying to figure out which she would prefer, she doesn't say anything to the elf beside her as his presence says to her that he doesn't want to be spoken too.

Berenni looks at the tree and coughs into a hand, looking away rather suddenly and sheepishly. Not him! "Ah, well. Yes, that's for the better that you don't Tikklen." He says no more on that, latching onto Blu's query with, "Oh, oh /bother/. That was not what I intended at all," he sounds a bit miserable, though he brightens a bit to add, "From here and there and everywhere, you could say. You'd be the first I've seen in some time. Er. You and your brother, that is."

Taladan makes his way into the park, cloak wrapped tightly about himself against the chill wind. Glancing about at all the people still gathered about he smiles slightly to himself. He meanders over towards the booths.

Dweegon approaches Zsuzsa and looks at what she examining. "Both are good," he says. "Perhaps a spear for you, though. It's simpler to use. If you would like the sword, I could give you some tips in its use. Simple too...both piercing. Just need a few tips in thrusting."

Po glances down at his flute at Shakti's words. "It is a fool's errand, or so I am told. A Morthidar learning the flute." Po looks again to Shakti, his hands and the flute moving to hide behind his back. "At least that is what I am told. None of my tribe spend time on such things, except me. I am not very good, either. Not much of a compliment to your dancing."

Carellan then looks them over, then gently sighs a little. "And there is nothing yet here. I should have known better." Once his task is completed, he then looks around and puts his hands behind his back. "Welll, what to do now?"

Meredin immediately spots Taladan when he arrives and bounces over to him. "Hi Taladan!" declares the energetic elf. "Did you come to find something neat to take home too?" she asks of him.

Taladan chuckles at Meredin's enthusiasm, "Aye, well, I came to get out of the shop for a little while and look about, to see what I could see. It looks as if many fine people have made their way through here this 'eve. And how fare you this night?"

Zsuzsa snickers at Dweegon "You'll give me lessons in thrusting eh?" she says to Dweegon "I saw that you met the dancing woman" she says "Is she nice?" she refers to Shakti.

The Fair so far is a hit. Of course the Gallows is getting a cleaning after someone color sprayed it. There is a group of gnomes in a circle...the dangerous bunch, they include Tikk. "OOh.' she offers and bounces around, "Benny did you see who did that to the tree.." she asks and points to a burnt tree.

Shakti clucks her tongue softly, as if gently encouraging a horse. "No, sai, 'tis never a fool's errand to learn to play an instrument. Even if, mayhap, 'tis strange to your people; if 'tis something you enjoy, then you ought to enjoy it." She adjusts her sashes and checks her earrings, to make sure they're all in place. "Play again, if you would? Without practice, you'll never improve, sai. So ... play, if you would, and I shall keep up."

"Er. Well. I don't ... I don't remember, Tikklen." /Liiiiiies/. Benny also lies poorly, his head twisting further away from the burnt tree. Sigh. "... oh, well, I kind of remember, but I don't know /how/ I did it." He looks a bit troubled by that thought.

Blu'Shim nods "My brother and I like it here so if you are from here you may see us often" she says with a grin to Berenni, she giggles at Tikk's question about the tree.

Dweegon wraps his arms around Zsuzsa's waist and looks at the weapons over her shoulder. "Seems nice," he says.

Carellan just shrugs and then turns around and starts to head right back out of the fair, not seeing anytihng that really interests him.

Tikk blinks at Benny, "You.." she looks at the tree and then at Benny. "COOL." she offers and giggles before flinging an arm around his neck. "Come on I want to find something that goes boom and makes a fire.

Po's smile grows a bit before he nods to Shakti. "Very well," he says, and brings his flute from behind his back and up to his lips. He begins to play, a little better than before, but the joyous tone still seems foreign to his fingers. Meredin says, "I'm sad.. they did the contest without me." Of course she'd never admit to having gotten distracted while things were starting--that'd ruin her whole argument after all!

Blu'Shim giggles "Well I think you found it if you just look behind Berenni" she offers to Tikk.

Po melody sounds out through the crowd around him, a upbeat and merry melody. It flows from his flute like water from a stream, and a few glances are made towards the pale-skinned player.

Berenni has yet to return to his normal, light blue colouration. It doesn't help when Tikk flings an arm around his neck. Siiiigh. "Oh dear." To Blu, he murmurs, "Well, I am back for now and I rather like it here, too, so, er ... we probably will be seeing a fair bit of each other." And then ... yup, another long-suffering sigh. "*That* stopped, thankyouverymuch."

Zsuzsa smiles "I think I might buy both" she shrugs "who knows, how was your nap?" she asks Dweegon.

Taladan chuckles and says, "Aye, well, the Faire of Fools waits for no one, be they man, woman, mouse, or dragon." he moves among the booths as he talks to Meredin glancing at wares, fingering the weave on a cloak here, eyeing the tooling on a bit of leather there, "How about you, did you buy yourself a bauble?"

Tikk giggles lightly, "How about you two, get dinner with me and Hogle some time." she offers and looks hopeful to benny, "Oh and Benny do you have blue balls like Shadow does?" She appears to be speaking in Gnome

Dweegon kisses her neck and reaches a hand out to take the short sword, spinning it around to test its balance. "Not a bad one. The nap was fine. Well rested up for tonight."

Shakti starts in on a dance that's not particularly elegant, but it is still touched by her inherent grace. It's a simple performance, with slow footwork and a lot of hand gestures that sweep and sway like the branches of a tree. A storyteller's dance, perhaps, for those familiar with such things. It builds on the flow of Po's song, following it, rather than anticipating the next note.

BluShim laughs at Tikk's question "It's ok Benny she also asked about my nipples too I believe" she giggles. She appears to be speaking in Gnome

Taladan frowns at something he overhears and turns in BluShim's direction, quirking an eyebrow quizzically, but lets it slide.

Zsuzsa shrugs "I just don't really see the need for a sharp pointy thing" she says as she watches Dweegon test the blade.

Berenni stares at Tikk, then Blu, then back at Tikk again before sputtering. Sputter, sputter. Seems he's awfully good at that, along with flailing his arms around haphazardly. "That is *not* something to talk about in polite company," he finally manages to say. Gnome, he may be ... but he's a /modest/ gnome! He appears to be speaking in Gnome

Meredin follows after Taladan for the time being. "No.. I was hoping they'd have some weirder stuff to look at," says the elf. "Why? You looking for something in particular?"

Tikk looks at Benny and falls over giggling wildly.

"More wars have been won and enemies slain by sharp pointy things than by magic darling rose," Dweegon says. "And when you find yourself at a loss for arcane power, your sword will never deplete."

Po plays with Shakti's dancing. It is more entertaining than he would have thought, and he himself begins to step a little with his music, though his steps could not be considered dancing, they are in rhythm.

BluShim laughs loudly "It's ok Benny you have blue balls and I have blue nipples and Tikk is just a curious little gnome" she says as if it's nothing at all to announce such things. She appears to be speaking in Gnome

Roquen comes walking into the fair, and then shifts the broadsword on his back with an irritated glance back at it. He then starts to wonder along the booths, just looking, and not really paying attention in the least.

Tikk is currently on the ground giggling her head off when she stops suddenly at the sight of someone. "Erm.." she moves to stand up slowly and brushes herself off. "Excuse me..I gotta...go say hi to Roquen.." she whispers to her group andmoves to slip into the ...crowd.

Taladan shakes his head to Mere's question, "Nope, just out and about enjoying something besides death and destruction and imminent doom for the city and surrounding environs. Sometimes it's nice to get out and see the people you save."

Shakti continues weaving that dance, though she finally winds it to a flourish of a finale that ends with her doubled over, the 'tree' going into hibernation perhaps. She straightens again, hands going to smooth her hair back and check her combs, making sure everything is proper and in its place, naturally. She smiles at Po again, this time with a genuinely brilliant edge, "You play plenty well enough, sai."

Zsuzsa smiles "Who says I'm going to be in a war?" she asks jokingly and turns back to all the pointy things in the weapons booth and shrugs again "I'll come back tomorrow and see if there's anything else I might be interested in, my head still hurts from earlier"

Berenni looks mildly horrified at Blu, then at Tikk, then back at Blu again. He waves at Tikklen absently, a bit puzzled but that's nothing new ... so, his attention returns to BluShim with an owlish blink of his eyes. "... well. Still. That's none of anyone's business," he murmurs, scuffing a toe in the dirt. He appears to be speaking in Gnome

Roquen doesn't seem to see anyone that he knows at all, and with Tikk approaching him form the back, its not like he is looking back there either. He then rubs his eyes, clearly tired. Stopping at the weapons booth, he shrugs irritably and then heads on.

Tikk moves to slide up behind Roquen and coughs lightly, "Hey Roquen." she says quietly.

BluShim smiling sweetly "Alright I won't talk about the colour of your dangly bits to anyone ever again" she says as she puts her hand over her heart to show she means it. She appears to be speaking in Auran

Meredin says, "Yeah, I guess so. Hope they have more contests tomorrow.. I'm getting bored sitting in the Lyceum all day long," as she continues to follow after Taladan.

Roquen blinks and then turns around to look at Tikk for a moment with his eyebrow raised. "Well, hello sister. I thought that you would be around. I figured you would be here too. Or somewhere else, causing mischeif. Is anyone keeping you out of trouble?"

Taladan nods and says, "Aye, you know the festivals, they always have plenty of contests. What were you thinking about doing? Wrestling? Archery?"

Berenni looks relieved, even going so far as to bow to BluShim with, "I would be eternally grateful, lady Blu. Thank you." Pause. "Ideally, the less said to Tikklen, the better. She's been after me for months to find that out." He appears to be speaking in Gnome

Dweegon smirks at Zsuzsa. "You're not setting up for a headache excuse, are you, Zsu?" he asks. "Speaking of which, have you anything else you want to do at the faire? It is getting late, after all."

Tikk looks at Roquen and turns her foot into the sand, "I don't need to cause trouble. Benny caused all the trouble earlier when he supposedly Shart out colors." she explains. "And burned a tree I don't know how he did that yet."

Zsuzsa chuckles "Yes it is, I should go make sure I locked up the shop before heading back to the Inn" she says looking around.

Po finishes his music a few brief notes after Shakti's dance. He lowers his flute from his smiling lips as his lusterous blue eyes watch Shakti check her hair. He holds his flute in front of him a moment before his hands again drift behind his back. "Perhaps. I'm... not sure what else there is to do, really, other than play my flute. We don't have fairs in the North," he says. "What do you like to do at these things, other than dance, that is?"

Dweegon nods. "Well my lady, would you like escort to your shop and then to your inn? There are dangerous characters about, and there is strength in numbers."

Roquen shrugs a little at that, and then gives a quip of a smile. "Oh, I am sure that sooner or later, you will be burning things down too. And having much much fun while you are at it. And I noticed that you avoided my question. Just to wrap up in the short version, its been months. You are hiding something. And I don't care."

BluShim grins and giggles "has she really? apparently she met my brother at the hot springs and found out the answer with his first cannon ball into one of the pools" she says before looking around "Would you care to look around with me?" she asks a bit sheepishly. She appears to be speaking in Auran

Meredin says, "Uhm.. I don't know. Having contests for people who do magic isn't usually very easy after all.." Aww, sad elf.

Shakti considers for a moment, her dark gaze drifting about the area. "Well, if you have coin, there's plenty to be found at the stalls and booths, sai," she begins, stretching up on her tiptoes to get a better look around. "Sometimes there are events to participate in, although I am hoping they have an archery contest some time soon." She gestures again, "Indeed, there's plenty to do, if you're of a mind to explore, sai Po."

Tikk looks at Roquen. "I got another gnome yeah." she offers and twists her foot in the dirt slowly. "I think he is the one...for a whle." she tacks that last bit on. "You should meet him. Hogle is nice."

Zsuzsa chuckles "you are a troublesome character" she says with a chuckle as she loops her arm thru Dweegon's "Come on I'll show ya where I've set up shop now" she says.

Taladan nods to Mere and says, "Maybe you'll get lucky and they'll have a Wizard's Duel this year. That would be well worth seeing...though they'd probably have to do it at the pit."

Dweegon nods to her, his other hand reaching up to rest gently on her forearm. "Lead on," he says.

Roquen shrugs a little at that, and then nods. "I thought you might have gotten the message, sooner or later. BUt no, I don't really care to meet the gnome. If I do happen to meet him, well, so be it. But otherwise, just send my stuff out that I left there. I will find another room."

Blustering the dirty, and perhaps even grimy, cloak of Tsubarthe, the wind travels through the Park of Vinter as a reminder that the weather was nothing to be ignored. Half of the stranger's face can be seen as he enters the park with a bare hand holding his hood and a metaled one resting on the staff. Most were happy when the nights were clear, beautiful and aesthetically pleasing. Though where the cold never rests, a clear day could rip and tear and harm. So at the sight of clouds, a smile can be seen on the pallid face of the stranger.

Berenni was just starting to fade back to his normal colour when Blu speaks again. This time, his cheeks pick up a faint lavender hue as he replies, "Oh my. She is rather forward like that, I must say." He rubs at the back of his neck, then looks back, er, down at Blu, "Well, I ... I suppose, if you'd like? I'm really not, er, any good at this." Likely meaning the fair as a whole. He appears to be speaking in Auran

Meredin says, "I don't know if I'd like that too much.. You can't really control some things about magic. And what happens if someone, y'know, dies?"

Tikk frowns slowly at Roquen. "I..Um Okay." she offers and looks around before sighing, "I will leave you alone." she offers and moves to wander back towards Benny.

Po gives a quick look around the crowd before his sterling blue eyes again look to Shakti. "Exploration can be dangerous when done alone, my lady," Po says. He glances at his feet for a moment, then looks towards Shakti again with a timid smile. "Maybe you are of a mind to be my guide?"

Roquen smiles only the slightest as she turns away. "Well, that went well." He then rolls his massive shoulders and then looks around once more. "Sometimes..." He says mostly to himself. "All you have is duty."

BluShim smiles "You're not good at hunting for shiney things?" she asks sort of in awe "it's just a walk around the booths, I promise it will be painless" she says with a smile. She appears to be speaking in Auran

"Mayhap so, sai," Shakti replies to Po with a cryptic note to her voice. "But I have explored oft enough that such dangers do not frighten me overly much." Still, she smiles at him, not a sweet smile but a friendly one, and inclines her head toward a few of the nearby stalls. "However, 'twould be a pleasure to show you around, at least for so long as I can."

Tikk ventures back past Benny and gives him and blue a small sad finger wave as she heads out of the park.

Berenni's eyes widen briefly and he hangs his head. "Unfortunately, my sense of humour and my ability to find shiny things were both extracted quite forcibly on an adventure I had that involved ... gryphons, I believe." He catches the finger wave from the corner of his eye and returns it, frowning a little at Tikk's apparent sadness before his sharp gaze returns to Blu. "Only if you're /sure/ it'll be painless. I am terrible about pain and I'm easily hurt." He appears to be speaking in Auran

Walking near to the gallows, the stranger looks over the death dealing portion of the park before turning his back towards the people gathered here. Among those patrons, Tsubarthe can hear common words being spoken along with some who's words are simply sounds. Crunching in the snow his footprints lead him past flowerbeds and a few well trimmed bushes, that he runs a smooth hand along, before stopping at what could be considered the center of the park, digging a staff into the snow to rest on as he takes in the sights of Vinter Park. It was warmer than his entrance to Vintermor, even despite the inclusion of snow.

Po nods again to Shakti and he looks towards the stalls. A wooden case is pulled from the satchel at his back, and the flute is placed in its protection as Po says, "Thank you. As I said, these things /are/ foreign to me." He replaces the case into the satchel and smiles at Shakti, and moves to follow her when she goes.

BluShim frowns as she sees Tikk walk out with her head hanging in apparent sadness "You want for us to go beat him up for her?" she asks while nodding towards Roquen, seemingly forgetting about walking around in the booths for now. She appears to be speaking in Auran

Berenni frowns all the more, his eyebrows twisting into knots. "No, no ... although planning /something/ wouldn't be a bad idea." He glances at Blu, then in the direction Tikklen went it. "And if we did that ... I think she would rather like to be involved, perhaps. Come with me? We can explore the fair later, but I think my ... my friend could use a few more right now." He holds out a hand to Blu, for once not blushing as before. He appears to be speaking in Auran

Roquen adjusts his sword in the strap across the back. "Well, this thing is still awkward. I don't think that I will ever get used to this thing." He then looks around and walks over to the Mimm's booth, and looks at their stuff for a little bit.

Shakti keeps her hands laced behind her back as she walks, her feet guiding her on a weaving path through the people and amongst the stalls. She glances back to check on Po's progress, slowing a bit or stopping should he see something of interest. "They're not so foreign to me, sai, but we often have celebrations among my people. Not quite so elaborate as this," she gestures, "but with plenty of trade and good food."

BluShim nods and takes Benny's hand "Yes lets go find Tikk and make sure she's alright" she says heading out the way Tikk left. She appears to be speaking in Auran

Taladan shrugs and says, "I don't know...I'm not a wizard" he chuckles and says, "Maybe they'll have something you can do. I know they won't have something for my abilities, but that's okay, I gain enjoyment just from watching all these younglings having fun."

Po moves along with Shakti, and his eyes glaze over the wares that the merchants sell. "It must be nice," he says. "To have grown with things like this being so common." He chuckles a bit, and pauses at the Mimisbrunnur's Booth. The scrolls catch his eye and he looks between them.

Meredin says, "I hope so..," as she keeps following after Taladan for the time being. "They should have some sort of creativity contest."

Roquen doesn't notice that he chased away three people. BUt then, he is from a near barbarian lands. He then moves on from the fair once more.

Taladan smirks and says, "Aye, but I'm betting you they won't have a contest for stealing something."

Shakti stops at the Mimsbrunnur's booth when Po does, her sash fluttering a bit. "It was, sai. I rather miss the music and dancing competitions when we had them," she murmurs with nostalgia. While the scrolls don't have much interest for her, she still looks them over curiously.

Thrusting the staff into the ground so that it can support itself, Tsubarthe's blue eyes look down at his hands as he takes a deep breath. Now would be a fine enough time to practice. The clouds overhead match the tint that is in his own skin, they silently covering and moving past patches of stars and constellations. It's with a small sound, and variance in pressure around him, even if it would only be noticed by those with particular talents, that two spheres of light come into being and hover, with a seemingly playful tendency, about Tsubarthe. It's then he pushes back his hood to reveal silvered hair and a small grin.

Meredin says, "Uhm.. I don't know how they'd do a contest for stealing stuff.."

Po glances at one or two scrolls as he speaks. "My tribe has contests in battle, in running, in hunting. It was the desire to survive that brings them together. This... these scrolls," Po says, gesturing, "are what showed me the light. A gnome and his magic." A black wolf moves into the stall with Po and Shakti, and Po's attention is averted for a moment towards it. Po looks again to Shakti and says with a smile, "I'm afraid I must be going. I have stayed overlong, it seems. Maybe I can play for you again in the future."

Taladan nods to Meredin, "Aye, I know. usually you end up in Gaol for that at the festivals." he stretches and yawns saying, "I think I'm going to go rack out...I'm a bit tired. I suppose I shall make my way out again and see what kinds of tomfoolery is going on later on in the week."

Stars sparkle in the midnight sky, obscured here and there by clouds.

Shakti nods, listening to his words with apparent interest. She inclines her head to him briefly, then glances up, her mouth curving into a gentle frown. "'Tis late, anyway, sai," she concedes to Po, starting to step away from the booth. Another nod, then a softly spoken, "Mayhap so, sai." And then, she's gone, drifting away through the crowds in the direction of the place she calls home.