Luck be praised - RPLOG
Participants
Date
27/5/477
Log
It is not hard to find where the strange group has set up shop, around a dozen brightly colored tents are placed in a semi-circle around one plot of farm land. The local farmers have been having fun it seems, as some have brought kegs of ale and cider to the event for all to enjoy, and nobody seems to have a frown on their faces. All the games seem to be taking place within tents with the flaps closed, and around two dozen 'workers' man the spots around their set up. All of them dressed in pink and blue robes, with small baskets to collect tips with in their hands.
Cassidy has her mask face on today, so it's probably hard to say if she's frowning or not. She's also not wearing her usual armour today, having replaced it with a long flowing robe of... Scales. Quite interesting. As she approaches one of the tents at random to see what all the buzz is about, she tilts her mask up to show her face. She is indeed smiling today. "What's all the... Stuff?" She asks one of the workers at her chosen tent, gesturing vaguely with her hand.
Valor makes his way towards the area, following shortly behind Cassidy. He admires the dress for a moment before turning his attention to another tent and approaching it, nodding to the tent workers. "What seems to be the attraction?" He asks the workers, curious.
It would appear that Cedric had left most of his clothes elsewhere, as it was too damn hot out today, even for him. Instead, he wears a pair of loose, short trousers bloused just above the knees and a simple pair of sandals on he feet as he wanders the grounds with a nice glass of cider to cool off in some shade near one of the tents, mostly loitering near a few of the beings working there.
Hartford stares in dumb wonder at all of the bright tents and costumed workers. The big, unusually patterned deer was still wearing his livery from house Blackback. He had never been to something like this before! The pay as a mere Blackback manor guard had never left him with disposable income, but now, with a Freesword's occasional windfall, he had enough to treat himself to a bit of fun! He walks up to the first tent he comes to, "What's the game here?" he asks, stomping his big feet and shaking his antlered head in excitement.
Lina pads out to the suggestion location of this strange shop, almost trying to outpace her escort in a sort of game, only moving forward as quickly as she can when they answer her or she catches them blinking. She smiles as her tail sways, looking around and trying to figure out what exactly she wanted to accomplish on this outing, deciding it was all for fun! "Hey!" she says as she waves to the first group of people she sees. "I'm Lina, it's nice to meet you!"
The individuals the group addresses all grin and seem to bow at once, before a large plume of purple and green smoke erupt out of the middle most tent... Just in time for a shirtless male zepbra to come dashing out and slidding through the dirt! His stripes all painted a neon green, and a fake horn strapped to his head as he takes a deep breath. "GOOOOOOOOOOOD FORTUNE MY FRIENDS!" His voice like booming thunder as he takes another breath as he makes his way to his hooves. "Welcome to the Fourhundred and fourty fourth gathering of the Preachers of Luck! Surely this is the first lucky thing to happen to you today! I ask that all the new participants gather around me, and for those whom have been here to remain silent on the surprises to come! My name is Xexianoboldopia, or Xexi if you wish to be less formal~"
Cassidy tilts her head, attention drawn towards the energetic zebra. A shrug is given to the one she had been speaking to before she makes her way over, folding her arms under her capelet as she looks on curiously. "Very well! I'm curious as to what you have to say."
Valor blinks at the flashy display and is even a little shocked at the appearance of the green-striped zebra. He dies gather closer but is a little wary of the mental stability of the strange zebra. He keeps an eye out for any pickpockets or slash-purses that might try to make a go at his purse, though it was tucked into his sporran so it would be damn hard to get it without him noticing.
Cedric nearly drops his drink at the booming voice, glaring over at the zebra with a momentary bout of what can only be described as murderous intent at the sudden loud noises. Still, he doesn't want to cause a scene in public so he reigns in his annoyance and gathers around the loudmouth, sipping his cider to calm his nerves.
Hartford applauds good naturedly for the bizarre zebra's entrance then stumps heavily over to join the circle. This whole thing is certainly a wonderful curiousity! The big deer has never heard of the Church of Luck. He frowns just a little as he draws close to the zebra. "I didn't know we were comin' to church," he says, worry tingeing his slow, deep voice, "Should I have dressed up nice?" He turns to smile at the friendly lioness, "Hello Lina, I'm Hartford!"
Lina greets Hartford with a smile. "Hello Hartford. This all looks kind of strange doesn't it? Is the Zebra a Luma Moth? He's got strange patterns." she says with a jestful tone, looking over Hartford and her guard. She gives the Zebra some attention and a wave, and tries to add to the clap that Hartford gave, maybe the rest of them would be nice and clap too.
The Zebra lets out a loud bellowing laugh as he pats his chest and gives a quick flex. "Dress up for church?! Good sir, if you must dress up for the church of luck, than you turn off the lights and close your eyes before grabbing garments! I do it all the time, why one time I even showed up in my wife's knickers!" The farmers and workers laughing as a few nod in confirmation, before a small bowl is brought up to the Zebra, whom then counts those present before reaching in to pull out an equal number of slips as he clears his throat.
"You must all be naturally curious how this works! So allow me to explain... There shall be three events, the first one will be random and different for each of you, as you'll each head to a seperate tent to compete... Those who succeed will gain one point for winning, and two for winning with luck! If you fail the event, well such is life! After that, we begin the second event of -skill-, for those whom are more cautious, we'll take a step into the fields and do a quick game there... Then finally, the grand test of luck will be given! After which, those whom wish to join the preachers of luck may inquire with me for more details, and a possible chance at joining our lucky order~"
A few workers mumble and nod before the Zebra silences them with a wave and begins points at the people one by one. "The Masked Lady to tent number five, the big horse to tent number one, badger to tent two, deer with fantastic choice in coloring to tent three, and lioness to tent seven~ May fortune be with you all, and remember to trust in luck!"
Cassidy rubs at her chin and nods. "Sounds straight forward enough, yes! Maybe my luck will hold out today." Without another word, she turns and strides off towards the fifth tent, as directed, folding her hands behind her back.
Valor nods, taking the slip and heading for the first tent. "Does seem simple enough..." Preachers of luck.... He might just be paranoid but he still kept an eye out for potential problems. He steps up to the tent and waits for further instructions.
Cedric listens to Xexi, drinking from his glass as he nods. "Sure, why not..." he says, heading towards tend number two as instructed. After all, he wouldn't have come down today if he hadn't intended on seeing what this was all about.
