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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>A fine friday afternoon. The sun is warm, the wind is cool, and the adventure, you can taste it in the air. Or is that beer? Yes, that's beer. Two men are rolling a casket down the road at an appreciable rate, oddly forest bound with the beer keg.<br> <br>Walden is with Felix, coming from the other direction on the road in good spirits, perhaps having spent time in the local farmlands. The sight of two men rolling a keg along the road causes him to stop and stare in confusion. "What in the world? You don't see that every day," he considers.<br> <br>Felix is indeed walking along with Walden, the Deer probably taking the time to explore a bit more of the farmlands himself. "I have absolutly no idea...Some festival going on?" He would muse softly as he watches, arms going to cross before his chest for a few moments.<br> <br>Rainer sits up out of a patch of tall grass, fists balled and teeth clenched as he stretches arms high over his head. Breathing deep of the crisp autumn air that rolls over the fields then, he finds himself smacking and licking his lips, greeted by a curiously appetizing scent. It isn't long before he's on his feet and emerging onto the road, wandering aimlessly onto the road and into the path of the two gentlemen with their rolling cask, still in a just-awoken daze and rubbing sleep from his eyes.<br> <br>"Woah woah woah!" calls out one of the two, but Rainer's presence is too abrupt to actually bring the barrel to a stop, and it bumps right into the poor being, threatening to topple him as the heavy casket makes a brave attempt to roll over the obstruction.<br> <br>Walden shrugs at Felix, but when he sees a figure walking into their path and getting potentially into trouble, he pats Felix's arm and says, "Hey, let's go check it out. Maybe they could use a hand!" With a wink, he starts jogging down the path to meet up with the "trio" and the beer barrel, though he's likely out of range to do anything to actually help yet. "Whoa, watch it, man!" he calls.<br> <br>Felix is quick to return the shrug, moving to job off after Walden after a moment causing his various equipment to clank gently against the armor he wears when out of town "Oy, what's going on over here, anyways!" He chimes up as he approaches nearer the barrel and those about it, a little more curious about the cask itself than anything.<br> <br>Rainer hits the ground with a startled yelp and then a whole lot of oofing and owing as the cask steamrolls his torso and only finally comes to a halt when it collides with his jaw. Still, somehow, the wolf seems not too badly off, as he's able to plant his paws onto the barrel almost immediately after and roll it back enough that he's able to lift his head and groan, "Why do these things keep happening to me?..."<br> <br>The two beings, a puma and a warthog, are swift to assist, rolling the barrel back off Rainer and slowly tipping it up onto its short end. "Sorry about that, guv," says the pig with a foreign sounding accent, "Decidedly unsporting like, running a gent over without so much a warning."<br> <br>No clan seals are visible on the duo.<br> <br>Walden catches up to the scene, panting just a little from a bit of quick jogging. "Is everything okay?" the armadillo asks just in time to see things working out without his aid. "Oh, Rainer? I... can't say that's much of a surprise, seeing you under a beer barrel." He chuckles and looks at the two unknown fellows curiously. "That is beer, right? Sure smells like it. What's the occasion?" he wonders. He keeps glancing at their clothes, perhaps starting to notice the lack of something that's usually visible at a glance.<br> <br>Felix takes a moment to eye the puma and warthog before moving to help Rainer up from the ground, if they needed assistance that is having been bulldozed. "Hey there, you okay then?" He would ask of Rainer before looking back to the two pushers once again "Some sort of festival outside of town I would assume?"<br> <br>Rainer grumbles up at the dillo, "Just because I enjoy the occasional drink~" At last he climbs to his feet with Felix's aid, slowly but steadily, once the offending cask has been hefted off of him. He takes turns rubbing his chin and stomach, fighting down cringes, until at last he straightens back to his full height. "No harm done, except to my pride." the wolf offers amicably, bearing a sheepish grin at the other four.<br> <br>The puma gestures at the forest, "We must move swiftly, to appease the forest spirits." Forest spirits? "The offering must reach them before sunset, to say nothing of the ceremony. We don't want them getting riled up."<br> <br>Walden shoots a quick glance at Felix and Rainer in confusion. Then, he asks the puma, "Ceremony? Forest spirits? Uh... what forest spirits exactly?" he asks. This certainly sounds unusual to him.<br> <br>"Appease the spirits? That sounds a bit strange, anything we could do to help, maybe?" Felix suggests, glancing from Rainer to Walden as if asking their opinion and thoughts on the matter.<br> <br>The pig nods his head gravely, "It's a grave matter, gents. The spirits will rise up and devastate the countryside if we don't do it right." They tip the barrel back onto its long end and resume pushing it towards the forest, "Tally ho!" he calls and both get to pushing it, building that momentum back up.<br> <br>Walden looks to Felix again and blinks a couple times, trying to comprehend this. "Grave matter? Wait..." He picks up his pace to keep up with the puma and the warthog. "If this is so important, m-maybe we can lend a hand?" he asks, glancing at the others. "Or I can. Or whatever. I mean, you can't just tell us something like that and not expect me to be concerned!"<br> <br>"I've not really heard of some sort of grave matter like this before, let us assist you though, I'm sure we'll be able to lend a hand with setting up, or the like!" Felix remarks in turn, moving as quick as he's able to keep up with the others "Aye! We would be responsible if something went wrong now!"<br> <br>The two are not prevented from coming along, babysitting the barrel as it rolls up into the forest path, "Of course you haven't," says the puma, "It's a little bit of a unspoken secret. Not an outright one, of course, just..." he shrugs. |
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| + | The warthog shakes his head, "You make it sound so very shady. We just don't speak of it. We don't ask you what you discussed at noon mass, do we? Fair is fair."<br> <br>Walden smiles at Felix, glad that his friend is coming with. He nods his thanks, and then he says to the warthog and puma, "I didn't mean to suggest there was anything shady about it. But that being said... all are welcome at noon mass; kindness is something to be offered to all. But aside from even my desire to lend a helping hand, there's the desire to learn. I won't ask you to speak of that which you would prefer not to, but I would like to ask if we- or I, if needed- might be allowed to, um, to stay. See for ourselves, participate if such is called for. Or not."<br> <br>"I think both of us would like to help, apparenty." Felix remarks softly towards the two rolling the barrel as he stays as close as he can to the group "And if it's a troublesome ceramony, the more the merrier and able hands to help!" He adds, apparently trying to help as he can before giving another nod to Walden, along with a smile of his own.<br> <br>"All are welcome," agrees the puma, "If you wish to ask forgiveness of the spirits for your wildly uncaring ways. I am sure they will extend their kindness on this day of all days! We bring their favorite drink and will dance their sacred dance," he says with an excited tone in his voice. The barrel is pushed up along until a subtle path allows them to take a left, going up off the trail, becoming harder to shove the barrel over roots and bushes, to a small clearing. | ||
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16/10/475
Log
A fine friday afternoon. The sun is warm, the wind is cool, and the adventure, you can taste it in the air. Or is that beer? Yes, that's beer. Two men are rolling a casket down the road at an appreciable rate, oddly forest bound with the beer keg.
Walden is with Felix, coming from the other direction on the road in good spirits, perhaps having spent time in the local farmlands. The sight of two men rolling a keg along the road causes him to stop and stare in confusion. "What in the world? You don't see that every day," he considers.
Felix is indeed walking along with Walden, the Deer probably taking the time to explore a bit more of the farmlands himself. "I have absolutly no idea...Some festival going on?" He would muse softly as he watches, arms going to cross before his chest for a few moments.
Rainer sits up out of a patch of tall grass, fists balled and teeth clenched as he stretches arms high over his head. Breathing deep of the crisp autumn air that rolls over the fields then, he finds himself smacking and licking his lips, greeted by a curiously appetizing scent. It isn't long before he's on his feet and emerging onto the road, wandering aimlessly onto the road and into the path of the two gentlemen with their rolling cask, still in a just-awoken daze and rubbing sleep from his eyes.
"Woah woah woah!" calls out one of the two, but Rainer's presence is too abrupt to actually bring the barrel to a stop, and it bumps right into the poor being, threatening to topple him as the heavy casket makes a brave attempt to roll over the obstruction.
Walden shrugs at Felix, but when he sees a figure walking into their path and getting potentially into trouble, he pats Felix's arm and says, "Hey, let's go check it out. Maybe they could use a hand!" With a wink, he starts jogging down the path to meet up with the "trio" and the beer barrel, though he's likely out of range to do anything to actually help yet. "Whoa, watch it, man!" he calls.
Felix is quick to return the shrug, moving to job off after Walden after a moment causing his various equipment to clank gently against the armor he wears when out of town "Oy, what's going on over here, anyways!" He chimes up as he approaches nearer the barrel and those about it, a little more curious about the cask itself than anything.
Rainer hits the ground with a startled yelp and then a whole lot of oofing and owing as the cask steamrolls his torso and only finally comes to a halt when it collides with his jaw. Still, somehow, the wolf seems not too badly off, as he's able to plant his paws onto the barrel almost immediately after and roll it back enough that he's able to lift his head and groan, "Why do these things keep happening to me?..."
The two beings, a puma and a warthog, are swift to assist, rolling the barrel back off Rainer and slowly tipping it up onto its short end. "Sorry about that, guv," says the pig with a foreign sounding accent, "Decidedly unsporting like, running a gent over without so much a warning."
No clan seals are visible on the duo.
Walden catches up to the scene, panting just a little from a bit of quick jogging. "Is everything okay?" the armadillo asks just in time to see things working out without his aid. "Oh, Rainer? I... can't say that's much of a surprise, seeing you under a beer barrel." He chuckles and looks at the two unknown fellows curiously. "That is beer, right? Sure smells like it. What's the occasion?" he wonders. He keeps glancing at their clothes, perhaps starting to notice the lack of something that's usually visible at a glance.
Felix takes a moment to eye the puma and warthog before moving to help Rainer up from the ground, if they needed assistance that is having been bulldozed. "Hey there, you okay then?" He would ask of Rainer before looking back to the two pushers once again "Some sort of festival outside of town I would assume?"
Rainer grumbles up at the dillo, "Just because I enjoy the occasional drink~" At last he climbs to his feet with Felix's aid, slowly but steadily, once the offending cask has been hefted off of him. He takes turns rubbing his chin and stomach, fighting down cringes, until at last he straightens back to his full height. "No harm done, except to my pride." the wolf offers amicably, bearing a sheepish grin at the other four.
The puma gestures at the forest, "We must move swiftly, to appease the forest spirits." Forest spirits? "The offering must reach them before sunset, to say nothing of the ceremony. We don't want them getting riled up."
Walden shoots a quick glance at Felix and Rainer in confusion. Then, he asks the puma, "Ceremony? Forest spirits? Uh... what forest spirits exactly?" he asks. This certainly sounds unusual to him.
"Appease the spirits? That sounds a bit strange, anything we could do to help, maybe?" Felix suggests, glancing from Rainer to Walden as if asking their opinion and thoughts on the matter.
The pig nods his head gravely, "It's a grave matter, gents. The spirits will rise up and devastate the countryside if we don't do it right." They tip the barrel back onto its long end and resume pushing it towards the forest, "Tally ho!" he calls and both get to pushing it, building that momentum back up.
Walden looks to Felix again and blinks a couple times, trying to comprehend this. "Grave matter? Wait..." He picks up his pace to keep up with the puma and the warthog. "If this is so important, m-maybe we can lend a hand?" he asks, glancing at the others. "Or I can. Or whatever. I mean, you can't just tell us something like that and not expect me to be concerned!"
"I've not really heard of some sort of grave matter like this before, let us assist you though, I'm sure we'll be able to lend a hand with setting up, or the like!" Felix remarks in turn, moving as quick as he's able to keep up with the others "Aye! We would be responsible if something went wrong now!"
The two are not prevented from coming along, babysitting the barrel as it rolls up into the forest path, "Of course you haven't," says the puma, "It's a little bit of a unspoken secret. Not an outright one, of course, just..." he shrugs.
The warthog shakes his head, "You make it sound so very shady. We just don't speak of it. We don't ask you what you discussed at noon mass, do we? Fair is fair."
Walden smiles at Felix, glad that his friend is coming with. He nods his thanks, and then he says to the warthog and puma, "I didn't mean to suggest there was anything shady about it. But that being said... all are welcome at noon mass; kindness is something to be offered to all. But aside from even my desire to lend a helping hand, there's the desire to learn. I won't ask you to speak of that which you would prefer not to, but I would like to ask if we- or I, if needed- might be allowed to, um, to stay. See for ourselves, participate if such is called for. Or not."
"I think both of us would like to help, apparenty." Felix remarks softly towards the two rolling the barrel as he stays as close as he can to the group "And if it's a troublesome ceramony, the more the merrier and able hands to help!" He adds, apparently trying to help as he can before giving another nod to Walden, along with a smile of his own.
"All are welcome," agrees the puma, "If you wish to ask forgiveness of the spirits for your wildly uncaring ways. I am sure they will extend their kindness on this day of all days! We bring their favorite drink and will dance their sacred dance," he says with an excited tone in his voice. The barrel is pushed up along until a subtle path allows them to take a left, going up off the trail, becoming harder to shove the barrel over roots and bushes, to a small clearing.
