Revision as of 20:37, 8 July 2015

Participants

• Cassidy
• Fenris
• Natska
• Rokarion
• Serana
• Veber
• Zuri

Date

8/7/478

Log

If the crowd of revelers is anything to go by, it is true. Beings are eating and drinking and laughing and singing in ways that have not been heard in this building since it was built! The obese, guadily dressed boar leaves his 'choir' to their drunken singing and starts to waddle about, mingling with the party goers.

Serin chuckles softly, watching as three more beings enter, one of them being a jester. "

Veber smiles and pretends not to notice the sharp elbow he's applying to the water folk who's crowding him. When the gull turns, affronted, Veber puts on an apologetic expression and excuses himself to head into the commotion around the table. If the food's there for the taking, there's no reason not to eat.

Zuri returns to meandering along the room, moving between the pockets of crowd as he often does. He casually takes a bite of the piece of fruit he's holding , chewing it down as he glances around and spots none other than the Jester.

Serin chuckles softly, watching as three more beings enter, one of them being a jester. "Well, it looks like he left his perch..." he hums flickign his tail slightly "Thanks." and she leaves, but not without dropping a few crown for the information. Least he could do, for the normally empty inn. Before sidling up to the boar with a smile "Dear sir, dear sir!" he hums "Such excellent reverly today, by-chance, what brought on such a fantastic turn of events, hmm?"

"A party with the a dying pig, such a pity that I forgot my wig, else we could have danced the jig." the jesterling says as they move nearer to one of the food tables and give a plate with a roasted animal on it a little poke, "Lacks thyme, could use a sprig." they add before looking around, and spotting a being drinking like...a pig, "Be careful sir, no need to swig." With the rather unimagintive rhyme spoken, the Jester moves nearer to the barkeep without another sound.

Anyone partaking of the food will quickly find that it is INCREDIBLE! The fruit is perfectly ripe and sweeter than it has any right to be, and the meats are tender and savory. Everything is of the finest quality and there does not seem to be any risk of anything running low.

"That's right, my friends!" roars the massive host, "Eat! Drink! Be Merry!" A huge, beefy hand comes down on Zuri's head. "Enjoying yourself, friend?" Comes the booming voice of the boar. "Don't stop with the fruit! I've brought something for everyone!" He turns a tusked grin on Serana as she sidles up and wraps a fat arm around her shoulders. "Why do we need a reason?" he bellows, "Indulge yourselves! It's all from your friend Olloch!"

Veber bites absently into a peach, only to discover himself quickly devouring the whole thing and reaching for another. That won't do. He shakes his head and tries to eat the second more slowly. No need for gluttony.

Serin chuckles softly "Of Course! Why need a reason!" he agrees with the boar before partaking of the food. Behind the pleasant facade though, the shark was analyzing, pondering and questioning. There was a serious lacking of his type before... what spurred this on now? A little more pressure on the boar would need to be in order. But she needed a gauge... how best would he open up?

Zuri pauses mid-chew as the unbelievable flavour hits his taste buds. He's still partly in shock as the boar pats him on the head, the small salamander peering uo at him with a wide smile. "Wow! Thank you sir! This is the juiciest peach I have ever tasted! Where is it from Mister Olloch?" The salamander immediately bites into the peach again, craving more of that sweet taste.

"It is all from my own orchards and fields!" the boar says, in answer to Zuri's question, "I personally oversaw the preparation of all of this bounty before you! Go ahead, enjoy!" The stops for a moment to wrangle a passing woman in for a deep, passionate kiss, then lets her go. The girl looks a little dazed, but not displeased as she continues on her way. "We have only tasted the pleasures in story!" Olloch calls out, waddling around the room. The boar places an odd, red fruit before Veber as he passes by. "Try this one, friend!" he advises, "And don't miss the sweetcakes!" The boar can hardly seem to stand still and swims like a porky fish in the crowd, pouring drinks, handing out food, laughing and kabitzing and stealing ecstatic kisses and sly gropes with me and women alike. Playboy may not be a word yet on Promise, but this being may be its genesis in the vernacular.

Veber obligingly takes the offered red fruit before retreating from the table. This is all passing strange, and quite possibly bad for business. It's hard to concentrate on business, though, with the flowing wine and the heaped food and the larger-than-life boar at the middle of it all.

Having already been out and about and seeking lunch, what better than a lunch that's free? Even a noble won't turn down a chance at free food. Cassidy nudges open the tavern door and steps in. It certainly wasn't an unfamiliar place to her, especially with how much time she spent playing games in the Guild.

Serin flicks his tail lightly "Well, now..." he offers as the boar moves about the crowd, toying with beings of either gender. "This may prove problematic later..." he hums slipping to a place where most of the partygoers are drunk or so indulged with the food they wouldn't notice the shark slipping her hair free from under the hat and opening her coat a bit and untightening it, before settling down to eat, her long tailfin resting in her lap. The shark captain certainly was a bit more free with when she transitioned nowadays. However, she still liked keeping the two seperate. At least, where the guards were concerned.

Zuri bites into the peach once more, but pauses mid-chew once again as Olloch mentions sweetcakes. "Shweetcakesh?" He asks, mouth half full, and dashes from table to table until he finds them, his tail swishing happily from side to side. He looks entirely the part of a kid in a candy store as he finally finds the mountain of various cakes and pastries. His eyes widen as he peruses what's available and snatches for himself a red-berry sweetcake, the salamander biting into it before he's even done swallowing his last bite of the peach.

The sheer variety here should be impossible, but it seems like there is a bit of nearly everything a being could ask for. Some of the revelers seem to be slowing down, but a quick pep talk from the host is all it takes to get them digging back into the amazing spread and taking another tankard each. The enormous boar sidles up behind Zuri. "Everything to your liking, friend?" he asks, heaping up a plate of sweets and cookies and placing it before the salamander, "Feel free! There's more than enough to go around!" He waddles toward the door and takes Cassidy and Natska by the hands. "Come in ladies! Join the festivities! Eat! Drink!" This Olloch must be some foreign noble or merchant. There is no way an ordinary being could afford all this.

Cassidy raises her brow at the boar as she's brought in, glancing around. "How odd," she says, ears flicking. "Don't often see this much activity here." She shrugs and moves to partake all the same, first with a glass of wine, then seeking out a plate of ham and other assorted side snacks.

The Jester reappears one more among the crowd, leaving in his wake a group of beings, the victims of his last humorous joke, gasping and laughing their lungs off. An gaze here and a gaze there and the Jester is once more active and apparent, hard not to be with how his bright clothes clash with the dull decor of the building.

Serana flicks her tail some, the female's tail tapping her lap lightly as she finished off her first plate, wandering over to the tables to gather some more. Then she found the drinks, and it was then did she realize they had rum. The shark would then be seen carrying a trayfull of tankards back to her table, passing by Zuri with nothing but the drink on her plate, humming a merry tune.

Natska's ears flatten for a moment as her hand is taken, but she is quick to relax and smile at their host. She follows Cassidy, taking some wine and a few snacks, then looks around. "What is the occasion?" she asks, curious.

This much...fun...is hard for Veber. The food is excellent. The wine is excellent. Nothing seems to be running out. Yet something still seems amiss. Business. Yes. He's here on business. Business that is not happening. Profits that are not being made. Food that is not being-- Well. The food is being eaten. Veber tucks himself in between two revelers and tries to clear his head, not quite noticing that his wine goblet is full again and he's sipping from it all the while.

Zuri peers up at the boar with a big smile. "Everything here is so good Mister Olloch! It's like.. like.. the best things I've ever seen being sold at the Market but all at the same time!" He grabs another bite of the sweetcake and follows it up with a bite of peach, chewing loudly and gladly. Despite the fact that both his hands are already occupied with food he's already eyeing the plate of sweets greedily. It only takes a few more bites for the peach's core to be thrown aside and replaced by a stick of dark chocolate. The salamander stands there, nibbling happily on it.

The clown idly walked around the room, this sure proved a bit too boring for her tastes. Eyeing the crowd, the Jester spots the small salamander, and not a second later the acrobat nimbly cartwheeled towards him, quickly placing their hands on Zuri's head and swinging themself upward to stand upside down on the salamander's head. "Tada!" the prankster says to no one in particular.

"We are alive!" roars happily, "That is occasion enough!" The obese, porcine host waddles back to his kabitzing, stopping to refill drinks and top off plates as he goes, encouraging people to eat and drink more and more. There is certainly no shortage of food here. The choir of heavy clan workers has launched into another raunchy ballad, to the great amusement of the other partiers. The more one listens, the funnier it seems to get. The jester's little trick elicits a roar of approving laughter! And the Pig has never enjoyed such a festive atmosphere. One has to wonder how the thieves' guild below is coping with the party.

The host, gives Cassidy a tusked grin. "Things just seemed a bit sparse this side of town, my dear," he says, "Thought they could use a bit of a feast!"

Serana hums softly, the warmth of the drink just now beginning to hit her, third tankard down with at least seven more left to go. Creators this girl... it's like she could survive on rum alone. Especially considering it's the only thing in front of her. She will not be feeling good tonight.

Cassidy raises her brow at the portly hog, giving a slow hum before she tries to find a place to settle down. "Well! Whatever works. I'm hungry, so I might as well eat," she says with a nod, sipping from her wine and digging right into her meal.

Zuri pauses as he feels a weight plop down on his head. He tries to look up, but as he realises what's happened the salamander stops trying to turn his head, afraid that he may throw the Jester off-balance. "H-hey!" He says with some alarm. How can the Jester balance on his head so easily? And why isn't the salamander being crushed to the ground under his weight? "What are you doing Sir?" As the brief moment of confusion fades, the salamander remembers what's really important and bites into his sweetcake again, veeeery carefully.

The porcine host of this party has somehow quieted down. He goes from table to table, person to person, having quick quiet talks with them. At one point he stops and converses for a while with a rather dazed looking bull, who seems to have over done it with both food and drink. After a short, hushed conversation, the bull nods, murmurs something back and the boar moves along. Only a moment later, the bull is back to shoveling food and drink into his mouth between his sturdy tusks. Must be a birth defect.