Prepare for the #LodanRespawn2024 Existing characters may choose to be displace from/have memories of different timelines, thereby allowing returning members the option to retcon their whole character. These changes are the result of the "Unnatural Fog" plot device that is running between now and the Respawn. The plot is simple: no matter where your character is, that place is shrouded in a thick fog that suspends time, but not thoughts or memories, so even if they're repeating the same day over and over again, they continue to remember, so each time feels like a new day. For those retconning OCs; this is where new versions of themselves have the opportunity to replace the old versions. Official lore and tree updates will be announced asap
Shooting a brief look to Stephen, she decided it was probably best not to confirm Pyre as the mischievous type; she didn't want him kicking the scruffy man out before he even got here, and personally she felt like she needed the moral support her friend brought her. She was taking another sip of her drink when two somewhat known figures arrive, struggling not to choke on the fluid at Amon and the nobles combined compliments. Dia this was strange; she was not used to cooking and hosting to people she did not or barely knew.
Placing her drink down and replacing her mask to hide the horrible shade of red creeping along her face, Vieka cleared her throat awkwardly. "Yes, well, do help yourself, I'm fairly sure there's too much here." She murmured, looking to the stack of food off to one side. With no idea how many people would be arriving, she didn't want there to be too little. It was a case of 'better to have too much than not enough'. "There's marshmallows you can roast over the bonfire, the rest of the ingredients to make smores, other nibblely bits like quiche, paté, fresh bread. More sweet stuff like mini tarts...." Realising she'd been rambling, she coughed and looked away. "Y'know, finger food." Dia this was embarrassing. All she wanted was to have a quiet evening with some fire fun, why did she get stuck playing host to a bunch of people she barely knew?! "Help yourself to the drinks too..." She mumbled.
"those who know how to think need no teachers." -Mahatma Gandhi
“Nice ta meet ya, Wern.” Pyre grinned as the question was asked, “Myself oh no I don't run a brewery, I dabble in it me and a friend run a very basic set-up in the basement of my Tavern you can pop in any time you want.” He paused, “Hmm, its on the outskirts of the sea ports. The Dragons hollow be its name.” He would warn him of the typical patrons being pirates and seamen alike but that might scare him off, dealing with them was a job in its own right, How does lady Caitlin deal with a guild full of them. ”Any way enough about me what do you do?”
Pyre smiled looking down at the address on the paper, “Hells bells, this is the place.” He scanned his eyes over the large building the many rooms it had... the price.... oh god this place was like a dream. “My friend I think we are here.” Pyre picked the barrel up and rested it on his shoulder. “Heh I have never been here before see a way in?” He called out at the top of his lungs,“HELLO? DR DR I GOT A GIFT FOR YOU!”
With a mention of a tavern, Wern perked up a bit. “That sounds marvelous. I may take you up on that suggestion then. I do enjoy a nice tavern.” Wern laughed, partially expecting a witty response from the orb in his bag, but the other was quite silent this day. Perhaps the cold had affected their circuits? When the other inquired about his job, Wern cringed a bit. “I’m a…. mechanic in a sense. Basically I make anything that my customer wants to the best of my ability. Normally decorative or gift wise though, but I’m really open to anything.” Laughing weakly, they approached the manor faster then Wern had thought. At the other’s response, he chuckled. Hells bells was probably an accurate response. The place itself was grand and marvelous. But then the other began to yell. Wern recoiled a bit. “Oh dear, um, please don’t yell. There’s a door over there. I think. Um. Sir?” Wern looked around as other people stared at them, and Wern blushed frantically as he tried to soften the other. “Oh my.”
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Nov 17, 2015 21:28:45 GMT
Like the mini tart that's half in Edelweiss' mouth by now? Oh the redhead had noticed already, and blatantly loved them. She's kind of radiating sugar-induced happiness now; gotta love Autumn sweets. She had her mouth too pleasantly full at the moment to speak though, so her response to Stephen saying Vieka created the food and Vieka's description of aforementioned food was lifting her free hand in a pleased thumbs up (and a mental promise that there wouldn't be too much), until she swallowed the sweet piece of tart that was blocking her tongue. "And it's as delicious as it smells, I must say." She definitely needed another of those... after a cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows. Just needed to make sure Stephen and Vieka weren't going to implode of grumpiness as this party goes on. "Do I take it it was Stephen's father who 'convinced' you both to make it this large of a party? It sounds like something that'd be kept small on a first thought."
Stephannie approached Stephen and rubbed against his hand for a while, contently purring at the attention, but moved to rub against Vieka's legs instead as the masked woman approached.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Amon merely blinked and it felt like half a second later Edel was already munching away at the sweets. Queens that was fast! Amon barely stifled a laugh at how fast Edel was, before trying one himself.
"That may be a bit of an understatement," he chimed in, sweetness enveloping his mouth. "More importantly though, is Charles even here?" he asked. If nothing else, a warning would be nice.
Before he could get a confirmation though, he heard someone shouting across the grounds.
"Looks like you have more company..."
"I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible! And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people!" - Taryn, Nerf This
"Don't get me started," She sighed irritably, her agitation at her situation flaring at even the mention of that oaf of an imbeciles name. "It was meant to be me having fun with some pyrotechnics, the next thing I know I get dragged into this mess." Oh dear, she's radiating grumpiness again, It's practically coming off of her in sheets.
Huffing, She probably would have stewed in her bad mood for the rest of the night if a curious ball of fluff wasn't rubbing itself against her feet. Looking down, Vieka eyed the grey ball of purring fluff curiously. As far as she knew, that wasn't any of the cat's she'd seen randomly around the Manor, but she (he?) certainly didn't look like a stray either. Bending down, she held her gloved fingers out curiously and let the feline sniff them, letting a small grin tug at her lips as the fluffy grey cat decided the woman to be perfect for a good head rub as she slipped her furry forehead under the digits. The doctor proceeded to run her fingers through the soft fur she couldn't quite feel, massaging the felines scalp before rubbing behind one of her ears, her annoyance at her situation settled for now.
"Hello..." She murmured softly, rubbing the inner shell of the felines ear carefully, something she knew a lot of cats loved. She probably would have happily continued pampering the cat but a familiar voice yelling in the distance caught her attention, making her glance up before clicking her tongue and shaking her head. 'Pyre...' She thought with minor amusement. Trust him to not enter the massive open gates but yell at the entrance to them instead. Giving the cat one last loving pet, she stood up from her crouched position and straightened herself out some before cracking her neck. Better go deal with the fool then.
Apparently though, someone had beaten her to punch.
Over by Pyre and Wern a new face shambled up, an older man with a mess of off white coloured hair and an ageing face, a monical on one eye and an old worn vest over a ragged shirt. Pin stripe slacks, frayed suspenders and a bow tie completed his eccentric look as he virtually skipped up to the pair standing by the gate, backpack on back and a large cage in hand, a smallish bird of prey sitting on his shoulder.
"PYRE ME BOY!" He called out jovially, scampering up and smacking the barrel holding lad over the back roughly, a surprising amount of strength in a figure so thin and lanky. "Shoulda known you'd be here of cause! Here as the ol' moral support i suppose? Of cause you are! That lil' birdie couldn't handle something like this without having a mental fit if left on her lonesome." He cackled away happily, his attention drifting to the scruffy pirate to the other smaller man standing beside him. "Oh oh oh! And whose this?! Haven't seen your face around I haven't, so you must be a new one! New as in not around here i hope though, changing your face like switching a head on a barbie doll sounds painful indeed," he mused, his eyes oddly wide as he stared the male down with intent, not blinking at all. "Don't do that okay?"
"OI- old man! Stop being a creeper and get your arse in here." Vieka snapped as she walked up to the gathering group, annoyance laced in her voice. Honestly, he's here for 30 seconds and he's already playing the eccentric creeper. Flickering her masked gaze to the other two in the group. Lifting up her hand, she thumbed behind her. "'Parties' in there." She stated simply, nodding a distracted greeting to Pyre although her eyes were faaaar more interested in what was in that barrel. Was that what she thought it was? gosh she hoped so.
"SQWARRRRKKKKK!!!"
Flinching, Vieka shot her gaze back to the lanky old man currently struggling in holding the cage in his hands. "The hell?! Is that-??!"
"I brought Lurch with me!" He laughed happily, acting surprisingly jovial for someone whose being thrown around on his feet by an 8 kilo bird locked in a cage. "And Dahlia too!" To which the harrier hawk on his shoulder chirped in reply.
Good grief, she knew this was going to be a headache, but now she was beginning to believe that wasn't even going to be the half of it.
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Nov 24, 2015 0:45:57 GMT
"So I had guessed right" Edelweiss thought, with a half-smile that was in part sympathethic, part apologetic and a little bit amused. Good thing her cat came along, the massive little fluff ball of comfort for grumpy people. "Well, you have my most sincere sympathy and my cat here." She consoled. "Stephannie already likes you." Though as soon as the yelling started and those hugearse birds (including the one stuck in a cage) started getting noisy, consequently attracting Vieka's attention away from Stephannie, the feline hissed longly at each of the multiple noise sources individually before turning around all diva-like, rubbing herself against Edelweiss' legs for a couple seconds and then moving back to settle down again next to Stephen's feet.
(and here come Jo'e, time for another miner mishap )
it seemed like any other day for Jo'e except for today he had gotten an invitation to some bombefire, at someone manner , considering that he had been working all the time in his blacksmith , Jo'e decided to head out and enjoy himself. leaving in his normal tire of his pants and shoes but with a scarf to keep his neck warm with no top needed, glove and his small bag of gold nugets. he locked up his shop and headed out.
after a few wrong turn and asking for help where a few time people didnt know what to say , Jo'e arrived at the Manor with a smile as "ah tis be ta place, ohhh fancy stone work" Jo's said in his thick accent as he look the building up and down, he went up to the door and knocked "hello, ama hear for ta Bombfire , I goot an invite aboot tis place " he said as he knocked.
Pyre gave Wern a nudge to indicate company was coming their way. Oh joy it was the old fossil himself, Haymitch. Pyre didn't dislike the old man it was just that he was rather grating after a few hours. Haymitch gave Pyre a pat on the back with relative force it caused Pyre's stance to almost falter causing him to wobble, Pyre would have thought he did it on purpose to show him up and cause the barrel to drop if he didn't know him any better. “Haymitch! You old goat, If I had known you was here I would have brought you the order of parts you placed.” Pyre scratched his head looking at the two birds, “So brought the family along as well it seems, would have brought Flint if I had known in advance, I didn't think Vieka would appreciate the noise.” He paused looking at the old man's smile, “Or is this all your doing?”
As Haymitch spoke with Wern Pyre crouched down to look at Lurch at eye level, “How you doing old bird?” Pyre pulled out a small leather pouch and slipped a treat to Lurch. "Now don't go squawking and getting me into trouble!"
“Shall we be going in?” He asked the two gentlemen as he found his feet once more.
If Wern was bothered by Pyre’s commotion, then he was bothered even more by Haymitch. The stranger hit Pyre in the back with such force Wern flinched. Then the man looked to him, and Wern paled. Switching his head? Great cogs. The people here were strange. And a Barbie doll? What sort of concoction was that? Some sort of doll, but Barbie? Was that a famous individual he did not know about?
“Oh, um. Yes. I’ll, uh, take that to heart.” The way the man stared at him, beady eyes, unblinking, nearly made Wern shiver, but courtesy. Courtesy always came first. “I’m, um, Wern. I’m a mechanic and designer. ” He quickly stated, although the conversation shifted to a woman, who did not seem as pleased by the hawks as the man did. To be quite fair, they were quite nosy, but Wern didn’t mind. Kaia was quite nosy herself. Wern, on the other hand, was fascinated.
“My, what beautiful birds,” Wern commented, eyes lingering on them, at their beauty. “May I inquire how you take care of them? I recently took in a bird of my own and I have the faintest clue how to take care of her.”
Yet, at Pyre’s request, Wern fumbled a bit, nodding quickly, though looking toward the man, he could not help but feel a bit envious. He wanted to feed the bird. And pet the bird. And perhaps hug the bird. But alas, he did not know the man, nor understand the bird’s mannerisms to even consider acting out on his desires.