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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>There's a benefit to being an amateur slayer of animals and doer of mundane tasks. You have extra coin to buy fire roasted and salted rat! Olan has a stick of rat in one hand and a toffee coated apple in the other. Who ever knew that killing things would help him fulfill childhood dreams!<br> <br>Tarvek makes his way towards the fair, dressed less like a warrior than usual, though still with his sword strapped to his back. The Auroch looks at the festivities, nodding appreciatively to the entertainers as he is among the crowds coming to the fairground.<br> <br>Bite slithers towards the fair, hearing the excitement and wishing to get out and about. She is not wearing her normal clothing, wearing a far looser garment overtop of a few bandages on her shoulder, arm, and tail. Her movement seems perfectly normal as she approaches a juggling cat, hoping to see them with knifes.<br> <br>A greeting badger skips up to Tarvek with both arms thrown wide as if to hug the massive bull. He gives a loud cry of "Hello and welcome to our Carnival of Wonders" as an arm drops to sweep back, gesturing out toward the assembly of tents and booths. "No charge for admission though we ask your indulgence on this our first night as we are far from finish. Too make it up to you half off on all tests of skill!" Another greet, a very short mouse hurries forward excitedly toward Bite a broad smile on her lips that fades quickly as she nears the large reptile, her pace slowing and coming to a stop. With a sheepish grin she clasped her hands to her belly and gave the large reptile a nod before stammering "welcome... M..Ma'am?"<br> <br>Tarvek grins. "And the food and drink is still full-price. Well then...let us see these tests of skill, yes?" He nods to the badger, then, chuckling softly. "And surely you have wares for sale that merchants would not normally have, yes?"<br> <br>Bite smirks and looks down to the small reptile. "Hey there sssweetie, can you direct me to the knife, fire, and feats of strength? Oh and maybe the sssweets, and meats?" she says with a smile, making her wishes well known as she watches the timid mouse intently. <br> <br>Olan peers, moving closer with his rat on a stick towards the badger, chewing off a piece of flank. Every square liver knows that tests of skill are totally rigged. But they wouldn't tell someone /else/ that. They just don't partake in those sorts of things.<br> <br>a Mostly cheerful atmosphere is persistent through the field the carnival occupied though here and there there were the usual sighs of those that had indulged in the revelries a bit to heavily, staggering about and clutching bellies.<br> <br>A man carrying a tray of chocolate delights shuffled up behind Olan raising the selection of treats for his inspection "I see you enjoy our treats good sir! Would you care to buy a few more. I'd let you have ten for a crown just to have them gone before they melt"<br> <br>The badger that greeted Tarvek chuckled and gave the bull a win "We have to make our living good Sir, but the games of skill are at the carnivals heart where you can show off your strength and cunning to all around you!"<br> <br>The mouse that bite addressed had largely lost her cheer and simply stood almost petrified in front of the serpent. Still she managed to part her hands log enough to point deeper into maze of tends as she spoke in a muted whisper "Games of skill are that way"<br> <br>Bite shakes her head. "I mean I want to see a show sssweetie, there are no heavy lifters, fire breathers, fire dancers or knife tossers? I guess i'll go and check the games out then." she hisses in a way to display her dissapointment, tilting her head and smiling at the mouse before leaving towards the direction pointed.<br> <br>Olan considers only briefly. He bites down on his rat on a stick, pulling out his money purse. The chocolates go into his hat. Surely this won't end poorly.<br> <br>The mouse looked more than relieved when Bite moved on, her shoulders sagging and smile returning before she rushed to meet another approaching figure. In truth the entertainers were easy to find and hard to miss. They moved about the crowds performing freely while others moved with them carrying bowls to accept tips and tokens of appreciation for the feats of display.<br> <br>The trader was more than happy to unload as much of the chocolate he offered to Olan as he could manage even throwing in a few extra pieces before hurrying on to other prospects to try and tempt them.<br> <br>Tarvek snorts a bit, "They're all getting things set up, still. Probably a last rest after a long day's travel., he says, grinning to Bite. "And that reminds me...have you seen any Shadow beasts about? Heard anything about them in your journeys?"<br> <br>The badger shakes his head to Tarvek before turning to another new arrival greeting them cheerfully and informing them of the fun that awaited within<br> <br>Bite smiles and waves to Tarvek, idly watching the performers. She smiles and sways, a wide grin crossing her face as she watches feats most amazing. She drops a few crowns into a collectors bowl and proceeds to the games of skill, continuing to idly watch as she sees entertainment.<br> <br>Tarvek watches as well, then chuckles. "They're very good," he says, before giving a few coins as well. "What is the big event tonight," he asks one of the staff members. "And where are the games of skill?"<br> <br>The centre of the carnival was almost a maze, having filled most of the field. All around were stalls offering games or trinkets to buy. There were also a few rides to be had, a crowd having gathered around a barrel mounted in a complicated harness. It seemed for a crown one could get a turn within as it was spun about dizzyingly fast resulting in those that stepped from within the contraption becoming the entertainment for the other onlookers as they staggered and stumbled about struggling to regain balance in a world that seemed to spin about them. Those questioned by Tarvek only gestured toward the many booths scattered all around the closest being occupied by a dark scaled lizard who leaned out of his both, waving his arms to beckon any who dared to approach and try his game of skill and chance which seemed to be a simple throwing game. A shaggy and elder looking woman of indeterminate species hobbled around near bye offering to read palms and tell fortunes while another walking giant of a man with muscles bulging from beneath far too tight clothing wielded a huge wooden mallet, his bellowing voice drowning out all others as he demanded any come forward who thought they could best his test of strength.<br> <br>Bite giggles and slithers towards the strongman first, winking at the lizard as she passes. "Hey there." she giggles and looks to his mallet. "Care to show me how it's done sssweetie?" she hisses and tilts her head with a smile. This will let her see how it's done if he accepts, she will be sure to watch for any offbeat movements that might indicate trickery.<br> <br>Tarvek mmms. A game of strength and skill. He takes the ball and aims, not at the center, but at the lower left, simply to see what happens. Trying and testing.<br> <br>The reptile chuckled as he offered up a few balls for Tarvek to try his hand with. Large, soft and light in the hand the balls were hard to aim, the objective of the game being to sink them into one of several jars that had been set out with a range of different sized openings in their tops. The largest were at the front and back, while the smallest in the middle were worth prizes. The reptile was more than happy to offer up three balls for the bull to try his hand with. |
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22/8/475
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There's a benefit to being an amateur slayer of animals and doer of mundane tasks. You have extra coin to buy fire roasted and salted rat! Olan has a stick of rat in one hand and a toffee coated apple in the other. Who ever knew that killing things would help him fulfill childhood dreams!
Tarvek makes his way towards the fair, dressed less like a warrior than usual, though still with his sword strapped to his back. The Auroch looks at the festivities, nodding appreciatively to the entertainers as he is among the crowds coming to the fairground.
Bite slithers towards the fair, hearing the excitement and wishing to get out and about. She is not wearing her normal clothing, wearing a far looser garment overtop of a few bandages on her shoulder, arm, and tail. Her movement seems perfectly normal as she approaches a juggling cat, hoping to see them with knifes.
A greeting badger skips up to Tarvek with both arms thrown wide as if to hug the massive bull. He gives a loud cry of "Hello and welcome to our Carnival of Wonders" as an arm drops to sweep back, gesturing out toward the assembly of tents and booths. "No charge for admission though we ask your indulgence on this our first night as we are far from finish. Too make it up to you half off on all tests of skill!" Another greet, a very short mouse hurries forward excitedly toward Bite a broad smile on her lips that fades quickly as she nears the large reptile, her pace slowing and coming to a stop. With a sheepish grin she clasped her hands to her belly and gave the large reptile a nod before stammering "welcome... M..Ma'am?"
Tarvek grins. "And the food and drink is still full-price. Well then...let us see these tests of skill, yes?" He nods to the badger, then, chuckling softly. "And surely you have wares for sale that merchants would not normally have, yes?"
Bite smirks and looks down to the small reptile. "Hey there sssweetie, can you direct me to the knife, fire, and feats of strength? Oh and maybe the sssweets, and meats?" she says with a smile, making her wishes well known as she watches the timid mouse intently.
Olan peers, moving closer with his rat on a stick towards the badger, chewing off a piece of flank. Every square liver knows that tests of skill are totally rigged. But they wouldn't tell someone /else/ that. They just don't partake in those sorts of things.
a Mostly cheerful atmosphere is persistent through the field the carnival occupied though here and there there were the usual sighs of those that had indulged in the revelries a bit to heavily, staggering about and clutching bellies.
A man carrying a tray of chocolate delights shuffled up behind Olan raising the selection of treats for his inspection "I see you enjoy our treats good sir! Would you care to buy a few more. I'd let you have ten for a crown just to have them gone before they melt"
The badger that greeted Tarvek chuckled and gave the bull a win "We have to make our living good Sir, but the games of skill are at the carnivals heart where you can show off your strength and cunning to all around you!"
The mouse that bite addressed had largely lost her cheer and simply stood almost petrified in front of the serpent. Still she managed to part her hands log enough to point deeper into maze of tends as she spoke in a muted whisper "Games of skill are that way"
Bite shakes her head. "I mean I want to see a show sssweetie, there are no heavy lifters, fire breathers, fire dancers or knife tossers? I guess i'll go and check the games out then." she hisses in a way to display her dissapointment, tilting her head and smiling at the mouse before leaving towards the direction pointed.
Olan considers only briefly. He bites down on his rat on a stick, pulling out his money purse. The chocolates go into his hat. Surely this won't end poorly.
The mouse looked more than relieved when Bite moved on, her shoulders sagging and smile returning before she rushed to meet another approaching figure. In truth the entertainers were easy to find and hard to miss. They moved about the crowds performing freely while others moved with them carrying bowls to accept tips and tokens of appreciation for the feats of display.
The trader was more than happy to unload as much of the chocolate he offered to Olan as he could manage even throwing in a few extra pieces before hurrying on to other prospects to try and tempt them.
Tarvek snorts a bit, "They're all getting things set up, still. Probably a last rest after a long day's travel., he says, grinning to Bite. "And that reminds me...have you seen any Shadow beasts about? Heard anything about them in your journeys?"
The badger shakes his head to Tarvek before turning to another new arrival greeting them cheerfully and informing them of the fun that awaited within
Bite smiles and waves to Tarvek, idly watching the performers. She smiles and sways, a wide grin crossing her face as she watches feats most amazing. She drops a few crowns into a collectors bowl and proceeds to the games of skill, continuing to idly watch as she sees entertainment.
Tarvek watches as well, then chuckles. "They're very good," he says, before giving a few coins as well. "What is the big event tonight," he asks one of the staff members. "And where are the games of skill?"
The centre of the carnival was almost a maze, having filled most of the field. All around were stalls offering games or trinkets to buy. There were also a few rides to be had, a crowd having gathered around a barrel mounted in a complicated harness. It seemed for a crown one could get a turn within as it was spun about dizzyingly fast resulting in those that stepped from within the contraption becoming the entertainment for the other onlookers as they staggered and stumbled about struggling to regain balance in a world that seemed to spin about them. Those questioned by Tarvek only gestured toward the many booths scattered all around the closest being occupied by a dark scaled lizard who leaned out of his both, waving his arms to beckon any who dared to approach and try his game of skill and chance which seemed to be a simple throwing game. A shaggy and elder looking woman of indeterminate species hobbled around near bye offering to read palms and tell fortunes while another walking giant of a man with muscles bulging from beneath far too tight clothing wielded a huge wooden mallet, his bellowing voice drowning out all others as he demanded any come forward who thought they could best his test of strength.
Bite giggles and slithers towards the strongman first, winking at the lizard as she passes. "Hey there." she giggles and looks to his mallet. "Care to show me how it's done sssweetie?" she hisses and tilts her head with a smile. This will let her see how it's done if he accepts, she will be sure to watch for any offbeat movements that might indicate trickery.
Tarvek mmms. A game of strength and skill. He takes the ball and aims, not at the center, but at the lower left, simply to see what happens. Trying and testing.
The reptile chuckled as he offered up a few balls for Tarvek to try his hand with. Large, soft and light in the hand the balls were hard to aim, the objective of the game being to sink them into one of several jars that had been set out with a range of different sized openings in their tops. The largest were at the front and back, while the smallest in the middle were worth prizes. The reptile was more than happy to offer up three balls for the bull to try his hand with.
