Rayneth's festival in honor of the Bringer of Storms is about to begin! Some sit already at the tables, and wait for the food to be served. Most just stand and socialize. Near one of the gargoyle statues, a few bards are involved in a heated argument over who gets to play first, while another performer, a juggler, watches them, rather amused. The Inquisitor near the gates already has a few names written down, and a fair amount of tributes by him, the most notable of all a full suit of armor on a stand. And, standing by the dance floor, in ceremonial armor, arms crossed and features hidden by the helmet, is someone one can assume is the regency's supreme military commander, General Arak Mazanai, personally attending this festival - first time it has happened since Rayneth was taken. An intimidating presence if there was ever any.
Mauricio - As with any festival the Inquisitor was dressed in the colours of the worshipped titan, in this case the yellow and lime-green of the titan of lightning. As usual he also looked slightly more amiable than usual, almost approachable even which was a good thing as most who entered stopped by him. Every tribute was carefully considered, it didn't matter to Mauricio whether the gift was of little worth or a treasure from one of the nobles, as long as it was inoffensive he blessed everyone for their gift.
Naeris Kol was showing up for the festival, of course! She was also dressed in the colors of the titan, and she would hand over a tribute to the Inquisitor of a metal statue, twisted and carved into the generally accepted image of the lightning titan, with some lightning bolts here and there as well. She was excited for the festivities.
Ulrin Lightbringer entered the scene hidden behind quite the large barrel of mead. And when I say large I mean that it almost completely obscured Ulrin from sight while he rolled it from behind with the aid of one of his employees. By the time they arrived by the Inquisitor, they both had worked up quite the sweat "I didn't miss the party, now did I? Would be a shame for all the booze." Ulrin remarked.
Draconus arrives shortly enough at the castle, dressed pristinely in a white tunic and leggings overlayed with a yellow vest and the recognizable red tabbard of his station. Held in his bare hands (which are trembling a bit) is a sizable bag that jingles softly with the sound of eulas. Something seems a little off about the usually easy-going commander, as if he might be having a case of the jitters today; this feeling is puncuated a bit more by the slightly wide-eyed stare he gives Ulrin's barrel as he comes rolling along. "G-goodness... now that is an offering," he murmurs at himself, looking away to peer down uncertainly at his hands.
Soon arriving would be two women of equal height- though one certainly stood taller than the other. While the Overseer of Magic was the higher, Quincy was the lower of the two; though she was dressed in very proper attire, sans furs in exchange for clean cloth and embroidered mantle, she still held herself as one lowly would. She appeared, for all sakes, very nervous, and had problems looking others in the eye, even as she approached the table for her own offering- it was some sort of glass chime, crude and hand-made, and very delicate. But soon enough, her attention wasn't even focused on the inquisitor taking the offerings. It was on the massive metal structure erected on top of the castle. A bolt of lightning from the grey skies overhead jabbed at it, and a few in the growing crowd cheered (of course, Quincy would not be one of those cheering- she merely stared at it).
Rigamus: An unfamiliar figure would carefully wind his way through the crowd, muttering the occasional apology should his behemoth form brush against anyone. This would be the first time Rigamus had ever entered Rayneth. He certainly seemed somewhat outlandish, & as the gypsy's attire suggested, he was not a person of great consequence. The lowly Shire equine would stoop to inquire a random passerby as to where tributes were to be left, & once pointed in the right direction he headed towards the Inquisitor.
Mauricio "You did not." Answered Mauricio to Ulrin, his eyes immediately drawn to the barrel. "Your tribute is accepted, may the titan of lightning bless you and acknowledge your gift." With that taken care of the ermine looked around and spotted Quincy, his eyes lingered on her for a while but as soon as he looked over her at the overseer he returned his attention to his duties.
The Phoenix was dressed in in a yellow dress meant for dancing, and an elegant scarf about her head instead of her more usual headdresses. For once she also bore no jewellery, sending an appraising look at the lightning rod it was clear she had avoided metals for a reason. That is sans her offering, a finely crafted goblet that she placed on the table after Quincy's offering. "It will never spill a drop of wine." she informed the priest taking the roll, before offering the inquisitor a respectful nod of greeting and gently ushering on the woman who was now known to be her apprentice.
The Inquisitor at the entrance does his job well - as tributes are offered, the names of the kind souls are noted, and he offers them the Titans' Blessings in a raspy voice before sending them on their way. When lightning hits the metal structure, he hastily mutters a prayer before proceeding with his duty. Meanwhile, the General just oversees the festivities, alone - Rayneth's military commander does not seem to be very social. However, Arak's head turns to face Quincy and the Overseer once they arrive - no word is spoken, but they obviously have the General's attention.
Urgoth looked up in time to see the lightning strike in the distance, feeling a warmth and deep emotion fill him as if it were like being welcomed home. The orc was exhausted, but the new hope that filled him put a bounce in his ..limp. All that he had left of his clothes were some pants, shredded up to his knees and whatever had shredded them had clearly had large teeth. Wide bite marks, fairly recentish wounds were scattered across his legs but not only were there bites but the bites seemed to have burned flesh around them. His feet looked pretty raw on top from further burns and notches of skin were missing from his face. His arms and torso had further wounds, his shoulder was burned but the skin was charred and weeping, black and crispy. There were various other bite marks, there had been some form of a battle, some were fresher than others. As he arrived through the crowds giving their tributes he knew where to look to find Mauricio and his spirits soared at the sight of the inquisitor. He limped crudely towards Mauricio, a sack fashioned out of his old shirt held over his shoulder "Inquisitor" he said with great affection "I have returned. And i bring tribute." came his weary, rasping voice. It seemed there had been a gash to his throat at one point, whatever had happened had made his voice rough and coarse.
Mauricio - The injuries of the orc templar did not seem to upset Mauricio, in fact a smile appeared on his face, a happy one at that. "I see you have returned alive, and your body is a testament to your success." The inquisitor gave a slow nod. "Let me see your tribute, brother Urgoth."
Ulrin Lightbringer nodded at the Inquisitor "Many thanks!" and then went off to join in the festivities and generally enjoying the lightning. Ulrin always had been fan of a good storm. Sadly enough, no one struck the sorcerer all too familiar so he wound up sitting down somewhere and just watching the crowd, for now.
Naeris Kol saw Urgoth, and was immediately worried at his state of wellbeing. But he was having an important talk with Mauricio, so she would not interrupt that. She would smile and give a greeting to the others around her, and went to take a seat for now and have a little drink. The rods were given a look of appreciation. It was beautiful, really.
Emmerich: As though the lightening strike were the summoning cue for the tusked noble, a grinning green form appeared before the Grand Inquisitor - flanked by two musicians wearing matching green uniforms as the Viscount. He was certainly different from the last festival, having shed the quills on his face for soft scales, reddened skin and yellowed throat, and a face like the dragon seal on his ring. He carried a gaudy yellow and blue tight leather drum, and each of his companions carried one of its sticks; these were laid upon the table while the noble beast smiled.
Draconus gives over his offering simply enough, but the commander nearly jumps out of his skin at the sound of lightening hitting one of the rods. He lets out a shaky breath and murmurs what sounds like an apology to the Titan for his reaction.
As all this happens, another appears, this one coming from inside the castle. It is a man clad in blue and black tunics, a man that stands haughty but seems to make no effort to draw attention to himself. It is the aquatic elf, Duke Kortril in person, who once more graces the quaint local festivals with his presence. He is called near by the General before he can deliver his tribute, and the two exchange a few words. Quite possibly formalities.
Quincy Bird looked nervous enough without the growing number of guests at the festival.. but it was the look of the Grand Inquisitor and the unseen stare of the General that the apprentice cringed under. Even as she was ushered on to stand attentive, she seemed to want to shy behind the Overseer, to hide away. "I am n-" Her throat tightened, and her heart skipped a beat. She barely recognized Urgoth, and she nearly lurched forward to call out to him, greet him, something, but never got that far. The red-fleshed entity that entered next caused her to draw in a terrible, hoarse gasp and indeed hide beside and behind her mentor, the Phoenix.
Urgoth smiled, baring his tusks towards Mauricio "My brother" he said with a weary fondness and slowly brought the sack forwards with a shaking hand "I have brought the artifacts of my travels as offerings to the titans." he set it down on the offering table and opened it slowly. Inside were strange items, trophies from exceptional battle. An ashen mask of cooled lava, a small stone with the fossil of a claw embedded into it, a wide jawed fish skull, a solid looking heap of leaves that all seemed gelled together with something. A tablet of stone with a strange but jagged symbol burned into it and last of all what seemed to be an icy tear, it was ice cold to the touch but had the solidity of quartz. "I...have missed you all dearly, but i would not have exchanged what i have been through for the world. But...where is Quincy?" he asked with a softening expression "I haven't seen her."
Mauricio accepted the orc's very special tribute and looked over each separate artifact while the other inquisitor continued accepting the tributes. As soon as the ermine was convinced all proof was legitimate he respectfully inclined his head. "You have passed your trials, today you are a true templar." With that he looked past the orc and nodded into the direction of Quincy. "You'll find her there, look after her, it is part of your holy duty now." Through this all he only glanced briefly at Emmerich, congratulating Urgoth was far more important to the inquisitor than the elemental.
The Phoenix put a gloved hand on the skittish woman’s shoulder. Though she watched the crowd and offered the General a nod when she saw she was in turn being watched. Her primary concern was Quincy, who the mage stood by almost guard like. "You're safe right now Quincy, though I know you don't feel it. Shall we go greet your friend?" The Overseer had not met the orc but she had seen the others reaction to him.
Emmerich: That one look was all it took to stiffen the noble and straighten his grin into a simple baring of teeth. Being one who demanded attention everywhere he went, being denied it sucked the mirth out of him and a simmering discontent filled the vacuum from the offense. Almost immediately after, however, the Viscount's doe-like ears relaxed again, jingling the new jewelry he'd freshly pinned them with. The multiple rings upon his talons clacked metallicly on his green outfit - it wasn't just an ornately crafted suit, but a suit of armour! - as he reached to wrap himself in his cape against the wind. Emmerich bowed to the Inquisitor with a smile that split his jaws. "Titans bless you." he said, and marched off with his servants (luckily he wasn't so insane as to dress them in bronze as well) to find someone else who would indulge him with their ears. While he did briefly glance to the Overseer and her apprentice, he only gave them a grim nod and kept his distance. It would be the owner of his favourite haunt who would have the walking lightning rod grace him with close proximity. "Ulrin! Is that cask yours!? You could drown an army with that!" the elemental roared gaiously as he sat beside him.
The discussion going on near the statue finally ends. Somewhere along the line the bards have decided to just play all at the same time, but that just led to another heated argument: what to play? Well, it seems they have reached a consensus, and after a moment of preparation, music fills the air - an exotic and soothing tune from foreign lands. Some who aren't saving themselves for the dance marathon later get up from their chairs and start dancing right there, even if they are not entirely sure how to dance to this!
Naeris Kol was being a spectator for now, watching everything going on. People seemed to know exactly who they wanted to speak to first, so she wouldn't interrupt. Instead, when the music started to play, she smiled and made her way to join the others in a dance. She may be a High Priestess, but dancing at festivities for a titan was certainly acceptable! She wasn't planning to attend the long marathon later, at least she wasn't planning to try and win it, so she was happy to dance now. The watchful gazes of the more serious party-goers did nothing to dampen her mood.
Ulrin Lightbringer let a grin creep up his face as Emmerich approached, nodding to the inquiry "It indeed is! I thought you of all people would appreciate it. Made the cask myself because I couldn't find one the right size. Baptized it as the Boozemageddon." Ulrin stated proudly as he looked at his alcoholic lovechild, turning back to Emm soon after "I do hope it'll help lift our spirits up to the Lightning Titan." he added with a wink.
Emmerich: The servants - each carrying the musical instrument to their complementing specialty in the red, black, and gold of Martinus' house - sat politely apart from the two as they talked. Perhaps for privacy, perhaps because it was the Lightning Titan's festival and the fiery elemental had opted to scale himself in metal rather than drop the codpiece. The only accessory untouched was his french white wig that kept his quills slicked down. The Viscount chewed happily on the tavern keeper's words and raised his spiked brows in appreciation. "Heh, if it does not ground us under the tables first! I hope you do not take offense if I hold off imbibing until later, I will be needing my concentration..." The beast-faced man softened his voice and turned to face the current entertainment. If the players were bothered by his black-eyed stare, they might be relieved to know that he was rather keeping an eye on the dancers as he listened instead. "Will you be dancing tonight, Ulrin?"
Ulrin Lightbringer had taken an interest in the armor as well for a while, but didn't seem to be wanting to keep a distance. Faith in the Titans? Who knows. "No worries, that mead isn't running anywhere." he replied with a laugh "And we've got all the time in the world. Is it because you're planning on a little show that you're holding back?" Ulrin inquired before responding "I might. Who knows. I do like to shake it out every now and then."
The poor woman seemed to stubbornly refuse for a moment, almost childlike in mannerism- but in moments, could be inched out of hiding. Her eyes flicked to check for Emmerich again, but as soon as she realized the frightening man was budging off to see the tavernkeep, she mumbled a prayer- for herself and Ulrin, alike. After giving a quick and concerned glance about- from the equine to the fresh spellrender commander- and once more to the terrifying two, the General and Grand Inquisitor- the shivery Quincy could be coaxed out in order to reveal herself to the returned templar. "Urgoth," she tried again, though her voice was weak and honestly kind of sounded like shit.
Rigamus flinched as the lightning struck overhead. The equine was clearly uncomfortable, but whether this was due to the lightning or crowded square was unknown. He would come to a halt a ways behind Urgoth, patiently awaiting his turn, lumbering towards Mauricio after the Orc was addressed by Quincy. The gypsy extended a massive fist as he hesitantly asked "Pardon me... are you the one collecting tribute?" His voice was as rumbling thunder, unintentionally loud despite the fact that he was mumbling. Thick fingers uncurled to reveal a pleasant trinket. It was a necklace, the pendant a lightning bolt of yellow gold, fairly valuable. It hung from a black leather cord decorated with green beads. All in all, the offering embodied both coloration & symbolism to compliment the Bringer of Storms. Rigamus seemed nervous. The offering was considerably humble, however, it was heartfelt.
Draconus has slinked his way further onto the temporary festival grounds, keeping more than a respectful distance away from the lightning rod. As he passes by a servant, the spellrender's commander quietly murmurs a request for the young lad to go fetch him a drink. After sending the servant on his way, Draconus more than a little heavily sets himself down into an unoccupied seat near Ulrin and Emmerich, slumping a little unprofessionally as if he's already tired out.
Urgoth nodded gently "It has always been my duty." he said with a soft smile and turned slowly to look in the direction he'd been pointed, just on time to see Quincy's mouth moving as if she were saying his name. Dear titans she had changed. He limped forwards a little and then hesitated thoughtfully but then rushed the rest of the way, wasting no time in scooping the woman into his arms in a broad hug "Quincy." he said, he hadn't seen her in a long time, even before he had left on his trials.
Naeris Kol spotted the commander easily as he slumped down, and she deviated from her dancing to go over to him. "Greetings, commander. How are you this evening?" She smiled kindly at him. She wasn't going to point out his seemingly tired state, not yet. For now, just some talk was nice. She owed him for helping her with the jerk noble from before. He kept the noble and her as well under control.
Mauricio went back to keeping an eye on the tributes, although he was much more distracted than a moment ago. He kept making sure Quincy was doing well and also kept an eye on Emmerich and those he spoke to.
Emmerich: Martinus rolled his garish head about on a neck better suited to a serpent and dropped a lopsided smirk for Ulrin. "After the sun has set, oui. The theatre of light and sound works best in the dark, heh... but before that, I should like to see how you 'shake it out'. Perhaps you can teach me. I have been abroad but not this far." Black eyes were continuously roaming even if his face was still, and he'd taken note of Draconus long before the commander sat nearby. He turned and sat up to politely greet the spellrender. "Bon soir, commandante!"
Mauricio accepted the large equine's offer, looked it over, and handed it to one of his helpers to put among the other tribute. "Titans blessings."
The haughty, inescrutable and honestly alien-looking elf is finally excused by the General, and goes to deliver his tribute. It is a bag full of... something; the Inquisitor taking notes peeks into it, frowns a bit, then nods and writes down 'Kortril of Falmarimm'. Sticking out like a sore thumb due to his appearance, he goes to exchange pleasantries with some of the most important nobles, downright ignoring everyone else. Meanwhile, Arak watches the festivities like a watchdog; so intently, it feels like nothing escapes the General.
Ulrin Lightbringer grinned in return and relaxed a bit more onto his chair "I can't wait for it. You always know how to put up quite the show." Ulrin gave a nod in greeting to the Commander as he sat down near him, but otherwise turned his attention back to Emm "Oh, I'm not sure you'd want lessons from me. Especially not after enough mead. I wouldn't call it dancing, but more spazzing with vigor. Though I do know how to dance with a lady if I'm ever required to."
Rigamus nodded shortly in appreciation, seeming relieved, then shuffled away. He lingered by the edge of the dancing platform unassumingly, taking a moment to appreciate the talents of the bards & the dexterity of some of the more agile dancers. He was far too clumsy a creature to join in himself. Still, he watched with mild interest. The gargantuan Shire was extraordinarily fond of music.
Draconus's attention has slowly been moving over to the metal rod again, but in a sudden movement of the head his attention moves right over to Naeris. "O-oh... High Priestess... good afternoon. Titans Blessings," he speaks gently as ever, perhaps doubly so now. "I... I could be better, but it is of no... no importance." The spellrender waves his scarred hand as if to truly mean that dismissal. "How are--" Upon so swiftly hearing one half of his title being called, the man jerks in his seat and turns towards Emmerich and Ulrin. "By the... n-nevermind that." The surprised expression on his face softens wearily. "Good afternoon, gentlemen."
Naeris Kol couldn't help but be a tad concerned. "Titans Blessings. Is something weighing on you, Commander?" She looked over at Emmerich when he called to Draconus, and gave both him and Ulrin a nod. "Titans Blessings to you both." She smiled a bit, then turned her attention back to Drac. He was certainly not himself.
Quincy, actually smiling, had only a few seconds' time before she realized Urgoth had become the usual too-friendly rampant bull-- and in the next moment, she was in the air, and not smiling at all. Needless to say, she panicked a little, immediately squirming in an attempt to get free. "N-no, Urgoth, put.. p-please, put me down," she rasped, much more terrified than she was embarrassed. She was happy to see the orc, but by the Titans she did not like being touched, still.
Emmerich: "Heheh, nothing wrong with that, so long as the spirits give you the spirit of the Lightning!" As the Spellrender was addressed by the Priestess - someone else the smokey beast was keeping an eye on - he returned to mirror his attention to Ulrin. "Keep your tankard full, I may have to require you to dance as though you were with a lady- Charmerendre commandante et grande prêtresse! How does the music appeal to you?" A toothy grin. "I do hope you are excited for my show."
The Phoenix stood close by. At first faintly amused before she realised the other woman's distress. "Yes, please do not juggle my apprentice Sir." The Overseer ordered rather primly. Hands folding behind her back as she eyed him appraisingly.
Ulrin Lightbringer nodded to the High priestess as well "And blessings of the Titans on both of you too." he replied with a smile before Emm drew him back in "Well, keeping my tankard full shouldn't prove too hard this night. Unless something goes horribly wrong." Ulrin then gave Emm a bit of a confused looked before straightening it out again and smiling.
Urgoth oh'd and quickly set Quincy down "sorry, i've missed you so." he said tenderly and seemed to find it hard to let go of her, though he did after some hesitation. He gave the Overseer a glance and cleared his throat "Overseer." he greeted with a bow of his head, very aware that he didnt look particularly dressed for the occasion. He focused again on Quincy "Do you think you might cope with a dance? you know i wont bite." he said quietly, pleading her with his eyes to trust him just the once, just enough for a dance.
"Your show, Viscount?" It appears the Duke's attention has been caught; why else would he have appeared right behind monsieur Martinus, or spoken with this mildly curious tone? "My interest is piqued." His expression neutral apart from a very smile that is barely a minor bending of the mouth, Kortril does not even bother to greet the others around them, unless they do so themselves first - if eye contact is made, he will offer a cordial nod, but little more.
Draconus looks a touch more uneasy at Naeris' inquiry, but he does answer her honestly. "I... I do not fair very well in storms." The Immanus leaves his quiet answer at that, more than a little embarrassed. In spite not knowing even a drop of French, the spellrender's commander is able to somewhat parse out that Emmerich is addressing himself (and he believes Naeris) once again. He pauses, finally realizing he hadn't really been listening to the music yet, and listens along for a moment. This gives Kortril time to butt in. "Oh, it is... it is lovely, Viscount," he finally answers after a few seconds.
Naeris Kol smiled gently and touched his shoulder, just a quick light touch before pulling away. "Worry not, Commander. It will be fine." She looked over to Emmerich, then to Kortril as he enters the conversation as well. "I am looking forward to it greatly, sir." She smiled, then glanced at Draconus to make sure that he was alright.
The Phoenix somehow looked down her nose at the much taller orc, she had that way of appearing larger then she was. There was a faint smile there though, she seemed pleased by something regarding him. "Though I think you should Quincy, dancing will unfortunately have to wait…" Interjected the Overseer once the other woman was on her feet again. "It's about time to give the address the people. Will it help you more if I stand beside you or at the front of the stage do you think? You could pretend you're only talking to me..."";
Mauricio - As with any festival the Inquisitor was dressed in the colours of the worshipped titan, in this case the yellow and lime-green of the titan of lightning. As usual he also looked slightly more amiable than usual, almost approachable even which was a good thing as most who entered stopped by him. Every tribute was carefully considered, it didn't matter to Mauricio whether the gift was of little worth or a treasure from one of the nobles, as long as it was inoffensive he blessed everyone for their gift.
Naeris Kol was showing up for the festival, of course! She was also dressed in the colors of the titan, and she would hand over a tribute to the Inquisitor of a metal statue, twisted and carved into the generally accepted image of the lightning titan, with some lightning bolts here and there as well. She was excited for the festivities.
Ulrin Lightbringer entered the scene hidden behind quite the large barrel of mead. And when I say large I mean that it almost completely obscured Ulrin from sight while he rolled it from behind with the aid of one of his employees. By the time they arrived by the Inquisitor, they both had worked up quite the sweat "I didn't miss the party, now did I? Would be a shame for all the booze." Ulrin remarked.
Draconus arrives shortly enough at the castle, dressed pristinely in a white tunic and leggings overlayed with a yellow vest and the recognizable red tabbard of his station. Held in his bare hands (which are trembling a bit) is a sizable bag that jingles softly with the sound of eulas. Something seems a little off about the usually easy-going commander, as if he might be having a case of the jitters today; this feeling is puncuated a bit more by the slightly wide-eyed stare he gives Ulrin's barrel as he comes rolling along. "G-goodness... now that is an offering," he murmurs at himself, looking away to peer down uncertainly at his hands.
Soon arriving would be two women of equal height- though one certainly stood taller than the other. While the Overseer of Magic was the higher, Quincy was the lower of the two; though she was dressed in very proper attire, sans furs in exchange for clean cloth and embroidered mantle, she still held herself as one lowly would. She appeared, for all sakes, very nervous, and had problems looking others in the eye, even as she approached the table for her own offering- it was some sort of glass chime, crude and hand-made, and very delicate. But soon enough, her attention wasn't even focused on the inquisitor taking the offerings. It was on the massive metal structure erected on top of the castle. A bolt of lightning from the grey skies overhead jabbed at it, and a few in the growing crowd cheered (of course, Quincy would not be one of those cheering- she merely stared at it).
Rigamus: An unfamiliar figure would carefully wind his way through the crowd, muttering the occasional apology should his behemoth form brush against anyone. This would be the first time Rigamus had ever entered Rayneth. He certainly seemed somewhat outlandish, & as the gypsy's attire suggested, he was not a person of great consequence. The lowly Shire equine would stoop to inquire a random passerby as to where tributes were to be left, & once pointed in the right direction he headed towards the Inquisitor.
Mauricio "You did not." Answered Mauricio to Ulrin, his eyes immediately drawn to the barrel. "Your tribute is accepted, may the titan of lightning bless you and acknowledge your gift." With that taken care of the ermine looked around and spotted Quincy, his eyes lingered on her for a while but as soon as he looked over her at the overseer he returned his attention to his duties.
The Phoenix was dressed in in a yellow dress meant for dancing, and an elegant scarf about her head instead of her more usual headdresses. For once she also bore no jewellery, sending an appraising look at the lightning rod it was clear she had avoided metals for a reason. That is sans her offering, a finely crafted goblet that she placed on the table after Quincy's offering. "It will never spill a drop of wine." she informed the priest taking the roll, before offering the inquisitor a respectful nod of greeting and gently ushering on the woman who was now known to be her apprentice.
The Inquisitor at the entrance does his job well - as tributes are offered, the names of the kind souls are noted, and he offers them the Titans' Blessings in a raspy voice before sending them on their way. When lightning hits the metal structure, he hastily mutters a prayer before proceeding with his duty. Meanwhile, the General just oversees the festivities, alone - Rayneth's military commander does not seem to be very social. However, Arak's head turns to face Quincy and the Overseer once they arrive - no word is spoken, but they obviously have the General's attention.
Urgoth looked up in time to see the lightning strike in the distance, feeling a warmth and deep emotion fill him as if it were like being welcomed home. The orc was exhausted, but the new hope that filled him put a bounce in his ..limp. All that he had left of his clothes were some pants, shredded up to his knees and whatever had shredded them had clearly had large teeth. Wide bite marks, fairly recentish wounds were scattered across his legs but not only were there bites but the bites seemed to have burned flesh around them. His feet looked pretty raw on top from further burns and notches of skin were missing from his face. His arms and torso had further wounds, his shoulder was burned but the skin was charred and weeping, black and crispy. There were various other bite marks, there had been some form of a battle, some were fresher than others. As he arrived through the crowds giving their tributes he knew where to look to find Mauricio and his spirits soared at the sight of the inquisitor. He limped crudely towards Mauricio, a sack fashioned out of his old shirt held over his shoulder "Inquisitor" he said with great affection "I have returned. And i bring tribute." came his weary, rasping voice. It seemed there had been a gash to his throat at one point, whatever had happened had made his voice rough and coarse.
Mauricio - The injuries of the orc templar did not seem to upset Mauricio, in fact a smile appeared on his face, a happy one at that. "I see you have returned alive, and your body is a testament to your success." The inquisitor gave a slow nod. "Let me see your tribute, brother Urgoth."
Ulrin Lightbringer nodded at the Inquisitor "Many thanks!" and then went off to join in the festivities and generally enjoying the lightning. Ulrin always had been fan of a good storm. Sadly enough, no one struck the sorcerer all too familiar so he wound up sitting down somewhere and just watching the crowd, for now.
Naeris Kol saw Urgoth, and was immediately worried at his state of wellbeing. But he was having an important talk with Mauricio, so she would not interrupt that. She would smile and give a greeting to the others around her, and went to take a seat for now and have a little drink. The rods were given a look of appreciation. It was beautiful, really.
Emmerich: As though the lightening strike were the summoning cue for the tusked noble, a grinning green form appeared before the Grand Inquisitor - flanked by two musicians wearing matching green uniforms as the Viscount. He was certainly different from the last festival, having shed the quills on his face for soft scales, reddened skin and yellowed throat, and a face like the dragon seal on his ring. He carried a gaudy yellow and blue tight leather drum, and each of his companions carried one of its sticks; these were laid upon the table while the noble beast smiled.
Draconus gives over his offering simply enough, but the commander nearly jumps out of his skin at the sound of lightening hitting one of the rods. He lets out a shaky breath and murmurs what sounds like an apology to the Titan for his reaction.
As all this happens, another appears, this one coming from inside the castle. It is a man clad in blue and black tunics, a man that stands haughty but seems to make no effort to draw attention to himself. It is the aquatic elf, Duke Kortril in person, who once more graces the quaint local festivals with his presence. He is called near by the General before he can deliver his tribute, and the two exchange a few words. Quite possibly formalities.
Quincy Bird looked nervous enough without the growing number of guests at the festival.. but it was the look of the Grand Inquisitor and the unseen stare of the General that the apprentice cringed under. Even as she was ushered on to stand attentive, she seemed to want to shy behind the Overseer, to hide away. "I am n-" Her throat tightened, and her heart skipped a beat. She barely recognized Urgoth, and she nearly lurched forward to call out to him, greet him, something, but never got that far. The red-fleshed entity that entered next caused her to draw in a terrible, hoarse gasp and indeed hide beside and behind her mentor, the Phoenix.
Urgoth smiled, baring his tusks towards Mauricio "My brother" he said with a weary fondness and slowly brought the sack forwards with a shaking hand "I have brought the artifacts of my travels as offerings to the titans." he set it down on the offering table and opened it slowly. Inside were strange items, trophies from exceptional battle. An ashen mask of cooled lava, a small stone with the fossil of a claw embedded into it, a wide jawed fish skull, a solid looking heap of leaves that all seemed gelled together with something. A tablet of stone with a strange but jagged symbol burned into it and last of all what seemed to be an icy tear, it was ice cold to the touch but had the solidity of quartz. "I...have missed you all dearly, but i would not have exchanged what i have been through for the world. But...where is Quincy?" he asked with a softening expression "I haven't seen her."
Mauricio accepted the orc's very special tribute and looked over each separate artifact while the other inquisitor continued accepting the tributes. As soon as the ermine was convinced all proof was legitimate he respectfully inclined his head. "You have passed your trials, today you are a true templar." With that he looked past the orc and nodded into the direction of Quincy. "You'll find her there, look after her, it is part of your holy duty now." Through this all he only glanced briefly at Emmerich, congratulating Urgoth was far more important to the inquisitor than the elemental.
The Phoenix put a gloved hand on the skittish woman’s shoulder. Though she watched the crowd and offered the General a nod when she saw she was in turn being watched. Her primary concern was Quincy, who the mage stood by almost guard like. "You're safe right now Quincy, though I know you don't feel it. Shall we go greet your friend?" The Overseer had not met the orc but she had seen the others reaction to him.
Emmerich: That one look was all it took to stiffen the noble and straighten his grin into a simple baring of teeth. Being one who demanded attention everywhere he went, being denied it sucked the mirth out of him and a simmering discontent filled the vacuum from the offense. Almost immediately after, however, the Viscount's doe-like ears relaxed again, jingling the new jewelry he'd freshly pinned them with. The multiple rings upon his talons clacked metallicly on his green outfit - it wasn't just an ornately crafted suit, but a suit of armour! - as he reached to wrap himself in his cape against the wind. Emmerich bowed to the Inquisitor with a smile that split his jaws. "Titans bless you." he said, and marched off with his servants (luckily he wasn't so insane as to dress them in bronze as well) to find someone else who would indulge him with their ears. While he did briefly glance to the Overseer and her apprentice, he only gave them a grim nod and kept his distance. It would be the owner of his favourite haunt who would have the walking lightning rod grace him with close proximity. "Ulrin! Is that cask yours!? You could drown an army with that!" the elemental roared gaiously as he sat beside him.
The discussion going on near the statue finally ends. Somewhere along the line the bards have decided to just play all at the same time, but that just led to another heated argument: what to play? Well, it seems they have reached a consensus, and after a moment of preparation, music fills the air - an exotic and soothing tune from foreign lands. Some who aren't saving themselves for the dance marathon later get up from their chairs and start dancing right there, even if they are not entirely sure how to dance to this!
Naeris Kol was being a spectator for now, watching everything going on. People seemed to know exactly who they wanted to speak to first, so she wouldn't interrupt. Instead, when the music started to play, she smiled and made her way to join the others in a dance. She may be a High Priestess, but dancing at festivities for a titan was certainly acceptable! She wasn't planning to attend the long marathon later, at least she wasn't planning to try and win it, so she was happy to dance now. The watchful gazes of the more serious party-goers did nothing to dampen her mood.
Ulrin Lightbringer let a grin creep up his face as Emmerich approached, nodding to the inquiry "It indeed is! I thought you of all people would appreciate it. Made the cask myself because I couldn't find one the right size. Baptized it as the Boozemageddon." Ulrin stated proudly as he looked at his alcoholic lovechild, turning back to Emm soon after "I do hope it'll help lift our spirits up to the Lightning Titan." he added with a wink.
Emmerich: The servants - each carrying the musical instrument to their complementing specialty in the red, black, and gold of Martinus' house - sat politely apart from the two as they talked. Perhaps for privacy, perhaps because it was the Lightning Titan's festival and the fiery elemental had opted to scale himself in metal rather than drop the codpiece. The only accessory untouched was his french white wig that kept his quills slicked down. The Viscount chewed happily on the tavern keeper's words and raised his spiked brows in appreciation. "Heh, if it does not ground us under the tables first! I hope you do not take offense if I hold off imbibing until later, I will be needing my concentration..." The beast-faced man softened his voice and turned to face the current entertainment. If the players were bothered by his black-eyed stare, they might be relieved to know that he was rather keeping an eye on the dancers as he listened instead. "Will you be dancing tonight, Ulrin?"
Ulrin Lightbringer had taken an interest in the armor as well for a while, but didn't seem to be wanting to keep a distance. Faith in the Titans? Who knows. "No worries, that mead isn't running anywhere." he replied with a laugh "And we've got all the time in the world. Is it because you're planning on a little show that you're holding back?" Ulrin inquired before responding "I might. Who knows. I do like to shake it out every now and then."
The poor woman seemed to stubbornly refuse for a moment, almost childlike in mannerism- but in moments, could be inched out of hiding. Her eyes flicked to check for Emmerich again, but as soon as she realized the frightening man was budging off to see the tavernkeep, she mumbled a prayer- for herself and Ulrin, alike. After giving a quick and concerned glance about- from the equine to the fresh spellrender commander- and once more to the terrifying two, the General and Grand Inquisitor- the shivery Quincy could be coaxed out in order to reveal herself to the returned templar. "Urgoth," she tried again, though her voice was weak and honestly kind of sounded like shit.
Rigamus flinched as the lightning struck overhead. The equine was clearly uncomfortable, but whether this was due to the lightning or crowded square was unknown. He would come to a halt a ways behind Urgoth, patiently awaiting his turn, lumbering towards Mauricio after the Orc was addressed by Quincy. The gypsy extended a massive fist as he hesitantly asked "Pardon me... are you the one collecting tribute?" His voice was as rumbling thunder, unintentionally loud despite the fact that he was mumbling. Thick fingers uncurled to reveal a pleasant trinket. It was a necklace, the pendant a lightning bolt of yellow gold, fairly valuable. It hung from a black leather cord decorated with green beads. All in all, the offering embodied both coloration & symbolism to compliment the Bringer of Storms. Rigamus seemed nervous. The offering was considerably humble, however, it was heartfelt.
Draconus has slinked his way further onto the temporary festival grounds, keeping more than a respectful distance away from the lightning rod. As he passes by a servant, the spellrender's commander quietly murmurs a request for the young lad to go fetch him a drink. After sending the servant on his way, Draconus more than a little heavily sets himself down into an unoccupied seat near Ulrin and Emmerich, slumping a little unprofessionally as if he's already tired out.
Urgoth nodded gently "It has always been my duty." he said with a soft smile and turned slowly to look in the direction he'd been pointed, just on time to see Quincy's mouth moving as if she were saying his name. Dear titans she had changed. He limped forwards a little and then hesitated thoughtfully but then rushed the rest of the way, wasting no time in scooping the woman into his arms in a broad hug "Quincy." he said, he hadn't seen her in a long time, even before he had left on his trials.
Naeris Kol spotted the commander easily as he slumped down, and she deviated from her dancing to go over to him. "Greetings, commander. How are you this evening?" She smiled kindly at him. She wasn't going to point out his seemingly tired state, not yet. For now, just some talk was nice. She owed him for helping her with the jerk noble from before. He kept the noble and her as well under control.
Mauricio went back to keeping an eye on the tributes, although he was much more distracted than a moment ago. He kept making sure Quincy was doing well and also kept an eye on Emmerich and those he spoke to.
Emmerich: Martinus rolled his garish head about on a neck better suited to a serpent and dropped a lopsided smirk for Ulrin. "After the sun has set, oui. The theatre of light and sound works best in the dark, heh... but before that, I should like to see how you 'shake it out'. Perhaps you can teach me. I have been abroad but not this far." Black eyes were continuously roaming even if his face was still, and he'd taken note of Draconus long before the commander sat nearby. He turned and sat up to politely greet the spellrender. "Bon soir, commandante!"
Mauricio accepted the large equine's offer, looked it over, and handed it to one of his helpers to put among the other tribute. "Titans blessings."
The haughty, inescrutable and honestly alien-looking elf is finally excused by the General, and goes to deliver his tribute. It is a bag full of... something; the Inquisitor taking notes peeks into it, frowns a bit, then nods and writes down 'Kortril of Falmarimm'. Sticking out like a sore thumb due to his appearance, he goes to exchange pleasantries with some of the most important nobles, downright ignoring everyone else. Meanwhile, Arak watches the festivities like a watchdog; so intently, it feels like nothing escapes the General.
Ulrin Lightbringer grinned in return and relaxed a bit more onto his chair "I can't wait for it. You always know how to put up quite the show." Ulrin gave a nod in greeting to the Commander as he sat down near him, but otherwise turned his attention back to Emm "Oh, I'm not sure you'd want lessons from me. Especially not after enough mead. I wouldn't call it dancing, but more spazzing with vigor. Though I do know how to dance with a lady if I'm ever required to."
Rigamus nodded shortly in appreciation, seeming relieved, then shuffled away. He lingered by the edge of the dancing platform unassumingly, taking a moment to appreciate the talents of the bards & the dexterity of some of the more agile dancers. He was far too clumsy a creature to join in himself. Still, he watched with mild interest. The gargantuan Shire was extraordinarily fond of music.
Draconus's attention has slowly been moving over to the metal rod again, but in a sudden movement of the head his attention moves right over to Naeris. "O-oh... High Priestess... good afternoon. Titans Blessings," he speaks gently as ever, perhaps doubly so now. "I... I could be better, but it is of no... no importance." The spellrender waves his scarred hand as if to truly mean that dismissal. "How are--" Upon so swiftly hearing one half of his title being called, the man jerks in his seat and turns towards Emmerich and Ulrin. "By the... n-nevermind that." The surprised expression on his face softens wearily. "Good afternoon, gentlemen."
Naeris Kol couldn't help but be a tad concerned. "Titans Blessings. Is something weighing on you, Commander?" She looked over at Emmerich when he called to Draconus, and gave both him and Ulrin a nod. "Titans Blessings to you both." She smiled a bit, then turned her attention back to Drac. He was certainly not himself.
Quincy, actually smiling, had only a few seconds' time before she realized Urgoth had become the usual too-friendly rampant bull-- and in the next moment, she was in the air, and not smiling at all. Needless to say, she panicked a little, immediately squirming in an attempt to get free. "N-no, Urgoth, put.. p-please, put me down," she rasped, much more terrified than she was embarrassed. She was happy to see the orc, but by the Titans she did not like being touched, still.
Emmerich: "Heheh, nothing wrong with that, so long as the spirits give you the spirit of the Lightning!" As the Spellrender was addressed by the Priestess - someone else the smokey beast was keeping an eye on - he returned to mirror his attention to Ulrin. "Keep your tankard full, I may have to require you to dance as though you were with a lady- Charmerendre commandante et grande prêtresse! How does the music appeal to you?" A toothy grin. "I do hope you are excited for my show."
The Phoenix stood close by. At first faintly amused before she realised the other woman's distress. "Yes, please do not juggle my apprentice Sir." The Overseer ordered rather primly. Hands folding behind her back as she eyed him appraisingly.
Ulrin Lightbringer nodded to the High priestess as well "And blessings of the Titans on both of you too." he replied with a smile before Emm drew him back in "Well, keeping my tankard full shouldn't prove too hard this night. Unless something goes horribly wrong." Ulrin then gave Emm a bit of a confused looked before straightening it out again and smiling.
Urgoth oh'd and quickly set Quincy down "sorry, i've missed you so." he said tenderly and seemed to find it hard to let go of her, though he did after some hesitation. He gave the Overseer a glance and cleared his throat "Overseer." he greeted with a bow of his head, very aware that he didnt look particularly dressed for the occasion. He focused again on Quincy "Do you think you might cope with a dance? you know i wont bite." he said quietly, pleading her with his eyes to trust him just the once, just enough for a dance.
"Your show, Viscount?" It appears the Duke's attention has been caught; why else would he have appeared right behind monsieur Martinus, or spoken with this mildly curious tone? "My interest is piqued." His expression neutral apart from a very smile that is barely a minor bending of the mouth, Kortril does not even bother to greet the others around them, unless they do so themselves first - if eye contact is made, he will offer a cordial nod, but little more.
Draconus looks a touch more uneasy at Naeris' inquiry, but he does answer her honestly. "I... I do not fair very well in storms." The Immanus leaves his quiet answer at that, more than a little embarrassed. In spite not knowing even a drop of French, the spellrender's commander is able to somewhat parse out that Emmerich is addressing himself (and he believes Naeris) once again. He pauses, finally realizing he hadn't really been listening to the music yet, and listens along for a moment. This gives Kortril time to butt in. "Oh, it is... it is lovely, Viscount," he finally answers after a few seconds.
Naeris Kol smiled gently and touched his shoulder, just a quick light touch before pulling away. "Worry not, Commander. It will be fine." She looked over to Emmerich, then to Kortril as he enters the conversation as well. "I am looking forward to it greatly, sir." She smiled, then glanced at Draconus to make sure that he was alright.
The Phoenix somehow looked down her nose at the much taller orc, she had that way of appearing larger then she was. There was a faint smile there though, she seemed pleased by something regarding him. "Though I think you should Quincy, dancing will unfortunately have to wait…" Interjected the Overseer once the other woman was on her feet again. "It's about time to give the address the people. Will it help you more if I stand beside you or at the front of the stage do you think? You could pretend you're only talking to me..."";
Draconus flinches sightly at the high priestess' touch, as if sparks might fly from her fingertips. He resists the want to utter something doubtful at her and instead finds himself gratefully distracted by the servant finally returning with an ale. After a small bit of digging about his belt, the spellrender's commander slips a couple of gracious silvers into the boy's hand and takes the pint from him so drinking can commence. Maybe Draconus will be 'alright' after this.
Mauricio - As the time of the short sermon approached Mauricio began to make his way to where Quincy was to address the people, it'd seemingly worked last time so he was certain it would again. Meanwhile he also kept a close eye on the ex-witch, there never any tell of what might happen.
Urgoth looked up at Phaeo and gave the overseer a warm smile "of course." he took a sore step back, giving Quincy a very gentle squeeze on the hand "I know you'll do a fantastic job, i am here for you." he said softly and stood out of the way but near the stage.
Emmerich: The servants scattered as they realised too late that the Duke had arrived between them. The Viscount patted Ulrin's arm with one padded set of talons. "Then I do hope nothing goes horribly wrong. Et oui, my show - I always have a show, Sir Wavestrider!" The beast happily gnashed over his shoulder as he attempted to keep Draconus and Naeris in sight as well. "I am honoured that I will have you in the audience at last. This shall be something different."
The General's arms are finally uncrossed; Arak looks at Phaeo and Quincy one more time, then climbs onto the dancefloor. No word is spoken, but Arak makes a simple, sudden gesture at the bards and immediately all music stops - and silence settles even among the people, then they see the General apparently about to address them. "The Oracle will speak." These are Arak's words, after which a few steps behind are taken. The General's eyes rest on Quincy, now. What is she waiting for?
Rigamus, head looming above all surrounding festival-goers, would eye the General with some confusion. Surely this stranger wasn't going to dance in a full suit of armor? It was then that Arak made his announcement. The gypsy frowned as the music siezed, shifting uneasily. The music had soothed his nerves some, & although he was somewhat on-edge again, his curiosity caused him to hold his ground near the dance floor. As Quincy was mentioned his massive head would swing in her direction with a questioning look.
Kortril: "I am sure it will not disappoint, Sir Martinus." Just after he says this, there is silence, and his head is slowly turned to the General who is addressing the people. His attention thus remains on the dancefloor. "Let us then hear the words of the Titans.", he states out loud, as if replying to what Arak just said.
Ulrin Lightbringer give a last smile at Emm before rising to his feet. Things were getting a bit crowded and his tankard appeared to be empty still. "Blessings of the Titans, Duke." Ulrin managed to bring out as he started heading towards some barrels "If everyone'll excuse me, I seem to be in need of a drink." Ulrin grabbed quite a bit of tankards with him from the table.
Naeris Kol did not comment any longer on their conversation, since Quincy was about to take the stage. She smiled kindly, knowing the girl had a thing with nerves. She hoped Quincy would be alright. For now, she remained silent, and waited to hear what would be said.
The Phoenix seemed mildly disgruntled by all this talk of oracles. She had hoped it would stay at rumour level much longer then this... but what can you do. What she did was try and turn her apprentice away so they could ascend the stage together without looking at the ogling crowd. "I actually do rather think it's best if you ignore them all and start off just talking to me." She advised quietly, only those nearby would hear.
The oracle's reply to the overseer would never come, for the general was quick to announce her. That strange, urgent expression never left the woman's face, even as she stumbled onto the stage, mouth hanging slightly open and brow knitted. To the observant, she was acting as one light-headed, but to the unobservant, perhaps it was just nervousness. Quincy let out a slight groan, a hand to her head as she assumed the front-and-center. The oracle weaved on the spot- and that was when the lightning hit the pole again. ..and again, and again. The rumbling thunder grew loud, and the little woman touched her throat: "We are gathered here beneath the storm," she tried, through despite the magnification of her voice, it was still so weak, "beneath the.. teeth." The word was hoarse, and soon, she actually stumbled. "Teeth, teeth.. teeth, and tendrils, writhing, a-always.. wri--" Lightning struck again, but this time, it struck the stage, and all-consuming energy devoured the oracle on the spot. Those unfortunate enough to be wearing metal would also find themselves impacted- Arak and Emmerich, certainly, would find themselves with an alarming tingle.
The Phoenix who was still upon the step of the stage, watching her ward with concern and she elegantly decended backwards, fell somewhat less elegantly as lightning struck the stage. She was quick to roll to her feet however and take it what had happened.
Mauricio jumped away from the stage when the lightning struck with a horrified expression. But before he could act or do anything a sharp shot hit him from the side, making him buckle and stumble for a moment.
Naeris Kol jumped to her feet when lightning struck. "Everyone back up!!" She was immediately making sure that everyone was okay. Those in metal fared less nicely, but now she was severely concerned with a certain oracle on the stage. "Quincy!!"
Rigamus eyed Quincy sympathetically. He would have been more of a wreck had he been in her place, being one who fully understood the discomfort of being the center of attention. Long ears twitched, struggling to hear her, when suddenly the lightning crashed into the stage just before him. He stumbled backwards clumsily. Seeing as the hilt of his massive butcher knife was tucked into the rim of his trousers, hidden at his back, a violent tingle of electricity crawled up his spine. The equine uttered a low cry of shock.
Draconus sits up straight in alarm at Quincy's unpleasant sounds and wavering, but all that concern and a month's worth of trying to steel himself flies right out the window at the sudden onslaught of lightening strikes! His reaction is immediate and equally as fleet-footed, for the paladin utters something horrified in draconic and bolts from his seat. The act doesn't spare him from the electricity, as a bit of it arcs to the paladin's blessed blade. Draconus unelegantly goes tumbling out of his chair, over another, and then lands on his back on the ground, soaked in his drink and temporarily stunned--be it from the lightening or fear, it isn't certain yet.
Emmerich: An alarming tingle it was for the noble, indeed. Much more alarming was the blazing /blast/ of heat and sound that accompanied it, throwing the bronze-scaled beast over the table and hopefully past anyone who was unlucky enough to be standing nearby. The motionless form landed hard in the dirt, wig burnt to powdery ash, heavy smoke pouring from the seams of his armour and rumbling thunder continued. Though... that wasn't an echo of the boom, that was... laughter. While he wasn't moving - /couldn't/ move in the sealed metal - Emmerich's teeth flashed from within the smoke as he laughed.
The General, who stood so tall and imposing, arms crossed and features hidden, while the Oracle spoke, and who did not even react when Quincy speaks those unexpected and cryptic words, curses having worn that ceremonial armor tonight. Lightning arcs and hits the armor in the chest, and the General is propelled backwards, falling on the dance floor. Inside the armor, the body twitches, then moves, but the armor resists. At first. It soon becomes clear that the general inside is mostly unharmed - and slowly but steadily starts to get up.
Urgoth was blinded but thankful to only be wearing some cloth. He took a step backwards but when he heard Naeris cry out he held a hand up to signal that she should not attempt anything. He squinted and tried to look at the oracle, or rather the mass of lightning around her, feet setting sturdily into the ground to stand strong as a templar should be and be ready for what was to come. "Quincy" he said proudly.
Rigamus nearly tripped over Emmerich as he retreated, just barely managing to step over him instead. He kneeled down, seeming rather concerned as his massive hands scooped under the noble's arms, hoisting him to his feet "Are you al-...right?" He seemed startled yet again as for the first time he saw the man's unusual countenance. Even more disturbing was the fact that he was laughing. The equine was already quite shaken by the storm, so this awkward encounter wasn't helping in the slightest.
Mauricio - This was a problem, Mauricio knew he had to be vigilant now and began to take the crossbow off his back.
Emmerich: It probably wouldn't help steel the Shire's nerves to see the wild look in the beast's black eyes, the jagged grin back from his jutting, fangly teeth. While the bronze noble was as rigid as a statue, his head snaked about in the black fumes as he regained his senses and flicked his - newly whole and lacking jewelry - ears. Emmerich guffawed and a cloud of smoke bellowed from his maw. While the Viscount had smelled of burnt ash before, the source was now clear; the inside of his blue mouth glowed with the heat of the Fire Titan and he turned his bonfire-hot smile on the equine helping him to stand. "...Je n'ai jamais été mieux!"
Quincy|Bird: The sight left by the lightning strike was rather horrific, with guts and burnt bones and charred- nah I'm kidding. The stage is blackened and smoking, but the oracle seems to have survived.. but something isn't right. Electricity arced and bounced around her, much as it did the first time, in the temple- but now, there's something different. She was smiling, now. A wide, wide grin that would likely be unsettling to those that knew for a fact that she didn't smile like that. And then, she spoke, with a voice that was not hers. "GREETINGS!" She stepped down from the stage, booming like thunder with the buzz of energy. "You have thrown a FESTIVAL, for ME? I am grateful, but I am also very DISAPPOINTED. This is no celebration worthy of a god." Mauricio's drawing of the crossbow obtained the possessed oracle's attention.. and an arm snapped out. The Grand Inqusitor would be hit with an arc of energy, not damaging, but enough to render him unconcious. "SLUMBER WELL, INQUISITOR, and bear arms against your lords no more."
Mauricio had not seen the attack coming and was not able to prepare for it, although not even an ermine was agile enough to dodge lightning from the titans. The electric shock left him unconcious for a while and caused his crossbow to fly out of his hands.
Naeris Kol stared. Then she immediately swept into a bow. "It is an honor to be in your presence." She glanced up to the possessed Quincy. "What could we do to make this gathering more pleasing to you?" She stayed in her bow, of course. Wow. She knew she could be next to be hit by lightning.
Draconus starts to make something in the way of a 'recovery', spared an intense stunning due to his coming along armorless. What he does next though is, appropriately enough in response to the booming voice, force himself to scramble to his knees. His body is still tingling and buzzing from the strike, like a bad magic-sense gone wrong, and he stares in utter amazement at what he's witnessing. More of the harsh draconic language leaves his lips in what sounds like complete and utter awe and flabberghast tones as he watches Mauricio get sent flying.
The Phoenix had lain her hands on the stage as if intending to get up on it and check on her apprentice, but when she saw what else was there she merely stared. Eventually, slowly she walked her hands along the rim of the stage with her as she edged around to the front to better take in this spectacle. Not afraid but completely facinated.
There are screams and there are shouts, and the only thing stopping the crowd from panicking is the fear of retaliation from the Titans themselves. The Inquisitors look at their leader, afraid even to take action and help him up - and they all fall to their knees. Most of the audience does as well - those who aren't too frightened to move, that is. Even the haughty Duke and the fearsome General kneel.
Rigamus immediately released Emmerich, amber eyes wide with bewilderment. "I... what was that?" he questioned shakily. He failed to understand the language, & combined with the smoke undulating from the man's {or "creature's"? He as uncertain} mouth, he found himself quite lost. A few slow hesitant steps were taken backwards, gaze shifting nervously towards the stage. It was then that the posessed oracle began to speak. Rigamus, being rather slow & also unfamiliar with Quincy, had no idea what was going on.
Emmerich: The Viscount was quickly snapped from his high as the /strangeness/ of the Oracle overtook his attention. The often-hidden tongue that glowed as brightly as the flesh of his gums folded to a point, and he twisted his draconian neck to apply it to the collar of his frozen armour. Metal dripped away in molten beads, and though his support was removed, he didn't need it for much longer; the elemental worked quickly in his fog of smoke to free himself with his own flames and, wearing the burnt rags of his underclothing, the devilish imp climbed up on top of the table in a crouch to gleefully watch the happenings. "Son et lumière pour le Titan!"
Quincy|Bird: The oracle's head tilted this way and that, cheerfully observing the worship and attent eyes. There was no iris or pupil in the usually-cravenly woman's eyes, but all the same those she looked upon, would know they were being eyed. The overseer caught the oracle's eye for all of a moment- but then it was the high overseer's turn. "The GENTLE priestess," buzzed the possessed woman, as if recognizing an old friend. "You may ALL bore my fellow lords with droll ceremony, BUT AS I AM THE STORM ABOVE, I demand FESTIVITY." She- the vessel, turned- "COME! Stand to your silly mortal feet! Up! UP! MUSICIANS- I demand your sounds! MORE SOUND!" And to the people around, "I DEMAND DANCING! This was your PLAN, yes? YES! THEN LET US DANCE!" With a laugh of thunder, it was added: "Or suffer the consequences of a bored god." Lightning struck the pole above.
The Phoenix just smiled at the glance, and offered a respectful nod in place of a bow. A bow would obscure her view. She turned as the titan made his demand, arm raised towards the lanterns lighting the dancefloor, and their fire escaped them, turning burning brightly on their outter shell to bathe them all in the ever changing coloured light. "You heard the Titan. Lets have a party. If you can remember it tomorrow, you weren't doing it right!"
Draconus lurches backwards in a new flurry of frayed nerves at the divine threat and the power to prove it. There's the dull thud of a chair hitting the table, caused by the paladin having thrown himself back against it. He heard the threat, he saw what could be made of it, but couldn't gather the wits about him to move again properly. He probably won't for a while.
Urgoth stood slowly and looked towards the Inquisitor, he was sure he would be okay, he was loyal to the titans. There was a moments hesitation as he thought on the demands of the titan and then slowly he extended a hand, palm up "You seem to have taken the woman i wish to dance with, my lord. Perhaps you would join the festivities with me in dance? I will endeavour to keep up with the lord of dance, but do not go easy on me." he said, he did not like addressing the titan so directly, it was a nerve wrecking thing even after his experiences, perhaps moreso now. But despite the fear he felt humor, a mischiveous grin tugged at the corner of his lips.
Emmerich: "Vous deux!" Emmerich roared over spiked shoulders at the servants he'd brought - his /real/ tribute to the Titan. "Jouez pour votre Éternel! Play for your Lord! Come along, as I taught you-!" The musicians in the colour of the Titan and with the instruments of the elemental didn't hold back; the lack of metal upon their persons kept the lightning from arcing across their personal possessions, which were revealed to be /flashbangs/ before the arranged entertainment of the festival.
Emmerich: They dove into the music hotfooted and fast as the beastly noble - without clothes and without need of them one could see the extent of his alteration from human, going so far as a short spined tail - slithered up to the possessed Oracle herself. He slipped himself into the Titan's hands and grinned. "I have shivers, they're intensifying, and I give up my lead. The divine power you're supplying... it's electrifying!"
Rigamus's eyes widened in horror. "Dance?" he muttered anxiously. His bulky body surely wasn't made for such a display, but it had [finally] dawned on him that it was the Bringer of Storms speaking forth from the oracle. He shook his head as if relieving himself from a daze. The notion mortified him, but he was a loyal beast, & the thought of disobeying a Titan frightened him even more. "Right then," he grumbled decisively. In order to properly prepare himself, he headed for the nearest barrel of ale & began filling two mugs.
And so the musicians resume playing, and do so quickly, and rather badly - can one blame them for being nervous? Sweaty fingers and slippery hands make playing music difficult! Most of the people start dancing, too - slowly, fearfully, as if threatened at gunpoint! The jerky, mechanical and forced movements slowly become more fluid as the dances loosen up just enough to make it look like actual dance.
Johann Malagrav, noticably absent from the festival, suddenly appears in the castle's doorway in a flourish of his diplomatic attire... gaudily colored white, lime green, and yellow. More than able to have heard what has been going on thanks to the opened doors, he sports a very large, greatly amused grin upon his face. "Well well, is this not just a pleasant surprise!" the dark elf bellows over the music. "My Lord, what an honor it is for you to grace us with your lively presence! Ahahahaaa!" Someone may want to check and see if the castle is missing a large store of its booze again...
Naeris Kol noticed the people and their worried state. "Gracious, a dance is a wonderful thing to be asked of!" SHe hurried over to the band and smiled. "Come now, strike up a lively tune. Trust me, I'll pay you well. It will be a wonderful dance!" She then twirled about, pulling in many a person to begin dancing. "Of all the things we could be asked of, dancing is the easiest of all! We all came here for a party, did we not? Then let us PARTY! The ale is here, the music is here, and the very one we have come to celebrate is here! Then let us CELEBRATE!"
Draconus quietly passes the hell out against the seats, Titans (and Xelrol) bless his lil' heart.
If someone is looking for the Duke, they won't find him. In the midst of all the chaos caused by the Titan's appearance, he slipped away, not to be seen again in this fateful night.
Rigamus, currently downing "liquid courage" with great enthusiasm, began tapping a hoof along to the beat of the Viscount's musicians. The liveliness of the tune offered some encouragement. It took several mugs for this gargantuan to recieve a pleasant buzz, at which point he turned to face the festivities. He shed his duster & attempted to mingle. At first his heavy hooves moved awkwardly as he bobbed his head, but after a moment he seemed to catch up to the beat, & the masculine Shire- clothed in naught but his shorts- began moving in a series of smooth steps & unusual arm gestures. One could only assume that he was dancing {or suffering some sort of attack}.
Quincy|Bird: "Hah-HAH!" The lord seemed to be pleased, because it pointed soon to the phoenix. "THIS ONE knows what I am SPEAKING OF." Uncharacteristic of the oracle, the vessel's body began to move to the music, and when Urgoth came up, long before he finished speaking, the small woman was sort of boogie-ing up in his personal bubble. "TEMPLAR! Do not ask, simply gyrate in the motions of the lightning! Like THIS!" Could Quincy even do that? The energetic oracle's head turned within moments, however- Emmerich had approached. That grin was wide, and the vessel moved to dance with him as well, sort of really dancing and grooving between the two, and soon enough, just jamming through the crowd of people. Rigamus soon had his attention, and a spark of electricity impacted the barrels of booze: "COME! Drink, all, of the blessed ale! BE ENERGIZED by my spirit! HAH!" With a loud and rancourous boom of laughter, he twisted the vessel back through the crowd- Johann was given a grin- "DANCE, subject! Drink! WELCOME to my festival! I do not like to be bored, so come and DANCE!" And on-cue, the oracle turned, and sent an energetic bolt into the tusked noble, Emmerich, sending him flying. "HA-HAH!" Finally, at last, the oracle's body twisted and spun to face Nae, and with a truly uncharacteristic grin: "Keep them moving, GENTLE priestess!"
The Phoenix did send a concerned glance after the oracle but if she could not trust her care in to a Titan who could she? So she swept off in to the crowd, the usual dance to her step only intensifying so that when she span out in front of the elf in the doorway, a green flame licking up the hem of her yellow skirt as it flared out. She paused only to grab Johann's hand and pull him with her. "I see you've made a head start of the ale, lets go get me caught up."
Johann Malagrav's grin only widens all the more at the energetic--ehehehe--reaction he gets out of the possessed oracle. "Ahaha! I knew there was a reason I picked this one out of the buuu---uuuuhahahaa hello, Firebird!" Perhaps he has gotten a head start on the ale, because he's more than happy to be taken along, showing he's not a man who owns two left feet! "By the Titans--no offense!--we've got a livelier bunch this time around!"
Naeris Kol gave a nod to the titan and would continue to dance with everyone, bringing people some ale as well. She was ready to enjoy the festivities! So dance she would, for quite a while, and she would make sure the others would dance happily as well. Happily, not in fear. She would only slip away once she felt they'd be okay.
Things are livening up, finally! People dance now with less fear, mostly accepting the presence of one of their deities among them. With everyone dancing, it is fair to assume the marathon is canceled! Even the General has found a mostly quiet corner and is enjoying a drink or three, all while still watching everyone in the vicinity in the same alert way as before.
Urgoth was...awkward as he tried to dance with Quincy, perhaps a little embarassed, it wasn't what he had expected from HER and when the titan spun off to dance with the others he watched with a gentle smile and a little sadness in the orc's eyes. He glanced towards the overseer and found her also preocupied. His eyes fell on the poor Inquisitor unconcious and smiled gently again. That was what he should really be doing. Looking after his family. He moved over to the Ermine and tenderly scooped him up into his arms, turning to bow his head towards the festival and say a few words of blessing under his breath he stepped away and started back towards the temple with Mauricio.
Emmerich: The shockwave, so close this time (as he'd been closely slithering behind the Titan's back), launched the handsy noble much farther than it had the last - landing him squarely in the remains of his armour once more. If anyone required proof of insanity they needn't look further than his raucous laughter, once more spilling what could very well be toxic fumes. The lizardlike man scrambled again to his feet as he roared "Encore une fois! Encore!" and made a sidewinding line for the object of his obsession. This time when he put himself in the Titan's hands he took the vessel's in return, dipping it over a scaled knee. "Titan monsieur, qu'est-ce que votre plaisir soit? Puis-je prendre votre commande, notez-le? Vous n'avez jamais eu un ami comme moi!"
Mauricio - As the time of the short sermon approached Mauricio began to make his way to where Quincy was to address the people, it'd seemingly worked last time so he was certain it would again. Meanwhile he also kept a close eye on the ex-witch, there never any tell of what might happen.
Urgoth looked up at Phaeo and gave the overseer a warm smile "of course." he took a sore step back, giving Quincy a very gentle squeeze on the hand "I know you'll do a fantastic job, i am here for you." he said softly and stood out of the way but near the stage.
Emmerich: The servants scattered as they realised too late that the Duke had arrived between them. The Viscount patted Ulrin's arm with one padded set of talons. "Then I do hope nothing goes horribly wrong. Et oui, my show - I always have a show, Sir Wavestrider!" The beast happily gnashed over his shoulder as he attempted to keep Draconus and Naeris in sight as well. "I am honoured that I will have you in the audience at last. This shall be something different."
The General's arms are finally uncrossed; Arak looks at Phaeo and Quincy one more time, then climbs onto the dancefloor. No word is spoken, but Arak makes a simple, sudden gesture at the bards and immediately all music stops - and silence settles even among the people, then they see the General apparently about to address them. "The Oracle will speak." These are Arak's words, after which a few steps behind are taken. The General's eyes rest on Quincy, now. What is she waiting for?
Rigamus, head looming above all surrounding festival-goers, would eye the General with some confusion. Surely this stranger wasn't going to dance in a full suit of armor? It was then that Arak made his announcement. The gypsy frowned as the music siezed, shifting uneasily. The music had soothed his nerves some, & although he was somewhat on-edge again, his curiosity caused him to hold his ground near the dance floor. As Quincy was mentioned his massive head would swing in her direction with a questioning look.
Kortril: "I am sure it will not disappoint, Sir Martinus." Just after he says this, there is silence, and his head is slowly turned to the General who is addressing the people. His attention thus remains on the dancefloor. "Let us then hear the words of the Titans.", he states out loud, as if replying to what Arak just said.
Ulrin Lightbringer give a last smile at Emm before rising to his feet. Things were getting a bit crowded and his tankard appeared to be empty still. "Blessings of the Titans, Duke." Ulrin managed to bring out as he started heading towards some barrels "If everyone'll excuse me, I seem to be in need of a drink." Ulrin grabbed quite a bit of tankards with him from the table.
Naeris Kol did not comment any longer on their conversation, since Quincy was about to take the stage. She smiled kindly, knowing the girl had a thing with nerves. She hoped Quincy would be alright. For now, she remained silent, and waited to hear what would be said.
The Phoenix seemed mildly disgruntled by all this talk of oracles. She had hoped it would stay at rumour level much longer then this... but what can you do. What she did was try and turn her apprentice away so they could ascend the stage together without looking at the ogling crowd. "I actually do rather think it's best if you ignore them all and start off just talking to me." She advised quietly, only those nearby would hear.
The oracle's reply to the overseer would never come, for the general was quick to announce her. That strange, urgent expression never left the woman's face, even as she stumbled onto the stage, mouth hanging slightly open and brow knitted. To the observant, she was acting as one light-headed, but to the unobservant, perhaps it was just nervousness. Quincy let out a slight groan, a hand to her head as she assumed the front-and-center. The oracle weaved on the spot- and that was when the lightning hit the pole again. ..and again, and again. The rumbling thunder grew loud, and the little woman touched her throat: "We are gathered here beneath the storm," she tried, through despite the magnification of her voice, it was still so weak, "beneath the.. teeth." The word was hoarse, and soon, she actually stumbled. "Teeth, teeth.. teeth, and tendrils, writhing, a-always.. wri--" Lightning struck again, but this time, it struck the stage, and all-consuming energy devoured the oracle on the spot. Those unfortunate enough to be wearing metal would also find themselves impacted- Arak and Emmerich, certainly, would find themselves with an alarming tingle.
The Phoenix who was still upon the step of the stage, watching her ward with concern and she elegantly decended backwards, fell somewhat less elegantly as lightning struck the stage. She was quick to roll to her feet however and take it what had happened.
Mauricio jumped away from the stage when the lightning struck with a horrified expression. But before he could act or do anything a sharp shot hit him from the side, making him buckle and stumble for a moment.
Naeris Kol jumped to her feet when lightning struck. "Everyone back up!!" She was immediately making sure that everyone was okay. Those in metal fared less nicely, but now she was severely concerned with a certain oracle on the stage. "Quincy!!"
Rigamus eyed Quincy sympathetically. He would have been more of a wreck had he been in her place, being one who fully understood the discomfort of being the center of attention. Long ears twitched, struggling to hear her, when suddenly the lightning crashed into the stage just before him. He stumbled backwards clumsily. Seeing as the hilt of his massive butcher knife was tucked into the rim of his trousers, hidden at his back, a violent tingle of electricity crawled up his spine. The equine uttered a low cry of shock.
Draconus sits up straight in alarm at Quincy's unpleasant sounds and wavering, but all that concern and a month's worth of trying to steel himself flies right out the window at the sudden onslaught of lightening strikes! His reaction is immediate and equally as fleet-footed, for the paladin utters something horrified in draconic and bolts from his seat. The act doesn't spare him from the electricity, as a bit of it arcs to the paladin's blessed blade. Draconus unelegantly goes tumbling out of his chair, over another, and then lands on his back on the ground, soaked in his drink and temporarily stunned--be it from the lightening or fear, it isn't certain yet.
Emmerich: An alarming tingle it was for the noble, indeed. Much more alarming was the blazing /blast/ of heat and sound that accompanied it, throwing the bronze-scaled beast over the table and hopefully past anyone who was unlucky enough to be standing nearby. The motionless form landed hard in the dirt, wig burnt to powdery ash, heavy smoke pouring from the seams of his armour and rumbling thunder continued. Though... that wasn't an echo of the boom, that was... laughter. While he wasn't moving - /couldn't/ move in the sealed metal - Emmerich's teeth flashed from within the smoke as he laughed.
The General, who stood so tall and imposing, arms crossed and features hidden, while the Oracle spoke, and who did not even react when Quincy speaks those unexpected and cryptic words, curses having worn that ceremonial armor tonight. Lightning arcs and hits the armor in the chest, and the General is propelled backwards, falling on the dance floor. Inside the armor, the body twitches, then moves, but the armor resists. At first. It soon becomes clear that the general inside is mostly unharmed - and slowly but steadily starts to get up.
Urgoth was blinded but thankful to only be wearing some cloth. He took a step backwards but when he heard Naeris cry out he held a hand up to signal that she should not attempt anything. He squinted and tried to look at the oracle, or rather the mass of lightning around her, feet setting sturdily into the ground to stand strong as a templar should be and be ready for what was to come. "Quincy" he said proudly.
Rigamus nearly tripped over Emmerich as he retreated, just barely managing to step over him instead. He kneeled down, seeming rather concerned as his massive hands scooped under the noble's arms, hoisting him to his feet "Are you al-...right?" He seemed startled yet again as for the first time he saw the man's unusual countenance. Even more disturbing was the fact that he was laughing. The equine was already quite shaken by the storm, so this awkward encounter wasn't helping in the slightest.
Mauricio - This was a problem, Mauricio knew he had to be vigilant now and began to take the crossbow off his back.
Emmerich: It probably wouldn't help steel the Shire's nerves to see the wild look in the beast's black eyes, the jagged grin back from his jutting, fangly teeth. While the bronze noble was as rigid as a statue, his head snaked about in the black fumes as he regained his senses and flicked his - newly whole and lacking jewelry - ears. Emmerich guffawed and a cloud of smoke bellowed from his maw. While the Viscount had smelled of burnt ash before, the source was now clear; the inside of his blue mouth glowed with the heat of the Fire Titan and he turned his bonfire-hot smile on the equine helping him to stand. "...Je n'ai jamais été mieux!"
Quincy|Bird: The sight left by the lightning strike was rather horrific, with guts and burnt bones and charred- nah I'm kidding. The stage is blackened and smoking, but the oracle seems to have survived.. but something isn't right. Electricity arced and bounced around her, much as it did the first time, in the temple- but now, there's something different. She was smiling, now. A wide, wide grin that would likely be unsettling to those that knew for a fact that she didn't smile like that. And then, she spoke, with a voice that was not hers. "GREETINGS!" She stepped down from the stage, booming like thunder with the buzz of energy. "You have thrown a FESTIVAL, for ME? I am grateful, but I am also very DISAPPOINTED. This is no celebration worthy of a god." Mauricio's drawing of the crossbow obtained the possessed oracle's attention.. and an arm snapped out. The Grand Inqusitor would be hit with an arc of energy, not damaging, but enough to render him unconcious. "SLUMBER WELL, INQUISITOR, and bear arms against your lords no more."
Mauricio had not seen the attack coming and was not able to prepare for it, although not even an ermine was agile enough to dodge lightning from the titans. The electric shock left him unconcious for a while and caused his crossbow to fly out of his hands.
Naeris Kol stared. Then she immediately swept into a bow. "It is an honor to be in your presence." She glanced up to the possessed Quincy. "What could we do to make this gathering more pleasing to you?" She stayed in her bow, of course. Wow. She knew she could be next to be hit by lightning.
Draconus starts to make something in the way of a 'recovery', spared an intense stunning due to his coming along armorless. What he does next though is, appropriately enough in response to the booming voice, force himself to scramble to his knees. His body is still tingling and buzzing from the strike, like a bad magic-sense gone wrong, and he stares in utter amazement at what he's witnessing. More of the harsh draconic language leaves his lips in what sounds like complete and utter awe and flabberghast tones as he watches Mauricio get sent flying.
The Phoenix had lain her hands on the stage as if intending to get up on it and check on her apprentice, but when she saw what else was there she merely stared. Eventually, slowly she walked her hands along the rim of the stage with her as she edged around to the front to better take in this spectacle. Not afraid but completely facinated.
There are screams and there are shouts, and the only thing stopping the crowd from panicking is the fear of retaliation from the Titans themselves. The Inquisitors look at their leader, afraid even to take action and help him up - and they all fall to their knees. Most of the audience does as well - those who aren't too frightened to move, that is. Even the haughty Duke and the fearsome General kneel.
Rigamus immediately released Emmerich, amber eyes wide with bewilderment. "I... what was that?" he questioned shakily. He failed to understand the language, & combined with the smoke undulating from the man's {or "creature's"? He as uncertain} mouth, he found himself quite lost. A few slow hesitant steps were taken backwards, gaze shifting nervously towards the stage. It was then that the posessed oracle began to speak. Rigamus, being rather slow & also unfamiliar with Quincy, had no idea what was going on.
Emmerich: The Viscount was quickly snapped from his high as the /strangeness/ of the Oracle overtook his attention. The often-hidden tongue that glowed as brightly as the flesh of his gums folded to a point, and he twisted his draconian neck to apply it to the collar of his frozen armour. Metal dripped away in molten beads, and though his support was removed, he didn't need it for much longer; the elemental worked quickly in his fog of smoke to free himself with his own flames and, wearing the burnt rags of his underclothing, the devilish imp climbed up on top of the table in a crouch to gleefully watch the happenings. "Son et lumière pour le Titan!"
Quincy|Bird: The oracle's head tilted this way and that, cheerfully observing the worship and attent eyes. There was no iris or pupil in the usually-cravenly woman's eyes, but all the same those she looked upon, would know they were being eyed. The overseer caught the oracle's eye for all of a moment- but then it was the high overseer's turn. "The GENTLE priestess," buzzed the possessed woman, as if recognizing an old friend. "You may ALL bore my fellow lords with droll ceremony, BUT AS I AM THE STORM ABOVE, I demand FESTIVITY." She- the vessel, turned- "COME! Stand to your silly mortal feet! Up! UP! MUSICIANS- I demand your sounds! MORE SOUND!" And to the people around, "I DEMAND DANCING! This was your PLAN, yes? YES! THEN LET US DANCE!" With a laugh of thunder, it was added: "Or suffer the consequences of a bored god." Lightning struck the pole above.
The Phoenix just smiled at the glance, and offered a respectful nod in place of a bow. A bow would obscure her view. She turned as the titan made his demand, arm raised towards the lanterns lighting the dancefloor, and their fire escaped them, turning burning brightly on their outter shell to bathe them all in the ever changing coloured light. "You heard the Titan. Lets have a party. If you can remember it tomorrow, you weren't doing it right!"
Draconus lurches backwards in a new flurry of frayed nerves at the divine threat and the power to prove it. There's the dull thud of a chair hitting the table, caused by the paladin having thrown himself back against it. He heard the threat, he saw what could be made of it, but couldn't gather the wits about him to move again properly. He probably won't for a while.
Urgoth stood slowly and looked towards the Inquisitor, he was sure he would be okay, he was loyal to the titans. There was a moments hesitation as he thought on the demands of the titan and then slowly he extended a hand, palm up "You seem to have taken the woman i wish to dance with, my lord. Perhaps you would join the festivities with me in dance? I will endeavour to keep up with the lord of dance, but do not go easy on me." he said, he did not like addressing the titan so directly, it was a nerve wrecking thing even after his experiences, perhaps moreso now. But despite the fear he felt humor, a mischiveous grin tugged at the corner of his lips.
Emmerich: "Vous deux!" Emmerich roared over spiked shoulders at the servants he'd brought - his /real/ tribute to the Titan. "Jouez pour votre Éternel! Play for your Lord! Come along, as I taught you-!" The musicians in the colour of the Titan and with the instruments of the elemental didn't hold back; the lack of metal upon their persons kept the lightning from arcing across their personal possessions, which were revealed to be /flashbangs/ before the arranged entertainment of the festival.
Emmerich: They dove into the music hotfooted and fast as the beastly noble - without clothes and without need of them one could see the extent of his alteration from human, going so far as a short spined tail - slithered up to the possessed Oracle herself. He slipped himself into the Titan's hands and grinned. "I have shivers, they're intensifying, and I give up my lead. The divine power you're supplying... it's electrifying!"
Rigamus's eyes widened in horror. "Dance?" he muttered anxiously. His bulky body surely wasn't made for such a display, but it had [finally] dawned on him that it was the Bringer of Storms speaking forth from the oracle. He shook his head as if relieving himself from a daze. The notion mortified him, but he was a loyal beast, & the thought of disobeying a Titan frightened him even more. "Right then," he grumbled decisively. In order to properly prepare himself, he headed for the nearest barrel of ale & began filling two mugs.
And so the musicians resume playing, and do so quickly, and rather badly - can one blame them for being nervous? Sweaty fingers and slippery hands make playing music difficult! Most of the people start dancing, too - slowly, fearfully, as if threatened at gunpoint! The jerky, mechanical and forced movements slowly become more fluid as the dances loosen up just enough to make it look like actual dance.
Johann Malagrav, noticably absent from the festival, suddenly appears in the castle's doorway in a flourish of his diplomatic attire... gaudily colored white, lime green, and yellow. More than able to have heard what has been going on thanks to the opened doors, he sports a very large, greatly amused grin upon his face. "Well well, is this not just a pleasant surprise!" the dark elf bellows over the music. "My Lord, what an honor it is for you to grace us with your lively presence! Ahahahaaa!" Someone may want to check and see if the castle is missing a large store of its booze again...
Naeris Kol noticed the people and their worried state. "Gracious, a dance is a wonderful thing to be asked of!" SHe hurried over to the band and smiled. "Come now, strike up a lively tune. Trust me, I'll pay you well. It will be a wonderful dance!" She then twirled about, pulling in many a person to begin dancing. "Of all the things we could be asked of, dancing is the easiest of all! We all came here for a party, did we not? Then let us PARTY! The ale is here, the music is here, and the very one we have come to celebrate is here! Then let us CELEBRATE!"
Draconus quietly passes the hell out against the seats, Titans (and Xelrol) bless his lil' heart.
If someone is looking for the Duke, they won't find him. In the midst of all the chaos caused by the Titan's appearance, he slipped away, not to be seen again in this fateful night.
Rigamus, currently downing "liquid courage" with great enthusiasm, began tapping a hoof along to the beat of the Viscount's musicians. The liveliness of the tune offered some encouragement. It took several mugs for this gargantuan to recieve a pleasant buzz, at which point he turned to face the festivities. He shed his duster & attempted to mingle. At first his heavy hooves moved awkwardly as he bobbed his head, but after a moment he seemed to catch up to the beat, & the masculine Shire- clothed in naught but his shorts- began moving in a series of smooth steps & unusual arm gestures. One could only assume that he was dancing {or suffering some sort of attack}.
Quincy|Bird: "Hah-HAH!" The lord seemed to be pleased, because it pointed soon to the phoenix. "THIS ONE knows what I am SPEAKING OF." Uncharacteristic of the oracle, the vessel's body began to move to the music, and when Urgoth came up, long before he finished speaking, the small woman was sort of boogie-ing up in his personal bubble. "TEMPLAR! Do not ask, simply gyrate in the motions of the lightning! Like THIS!" Could Quincy even do that? The energetic oracle's head turned within moments, however- Emmerich had approached. That grin was wide, and the vessel moved to dance with him as well, sort of really dancing and grooving between the two, and soon enough, just jamming through the crowd of people. Rigamus soon had his attention, and a spark of electricity impacted the barrels of booze: "COME! Drink, all, of the blessed ale! BE ENERGIZED by my spirit! HAH!" With a loud and rancourous boom of laughter, he twisted the vessel back through the crowd- Johann was given a grin- "DANCE, subject! Drink! WELCOME to my festival! I do not like to be bored, so come and DANCE!" And on-cue, the oracle turned, and sent an energetic bolt into the tusked noble, Emmerich, sending him flying. "HA-HAH!" Finally, at last, the oracle's body twisted and spun to face Nae, and with a truly uncharacteristic grin: "Keep them moving, GENTLE priestess!"
The Phoenix did send a concerned glance after the oracle but if she could not trust her care in to a Titan who could she? So she swept off in to the crowd, the usual dance to her step only intensifying so that when she span out in front of the elf in the doorway, a green flame licking up the hem of her yellow skirt as it flared out. She paused only to grab Johann's hand and pull him with her. "I see you've made a head start of the ale, lets go get me caught up."
Johann Malagrav's grin only widens all the more at the energetic--ehehehe--reaction he gets out of the possessed oracle. "Ahaha! I knew there was a reason I picked this one out of the buuu---uuuuhahahaa hello, Firebird!" Perhaps he has gotten a head start on the ale, because he's more than happy to be taken along, showing he's not a man who owns two left feet! "By the Titans--no offense!--we've got a livelier bunch this time around!"
Naeris Kol gave a nod to the titan and would continue to dance with everyone, bringing people some ale as well. She was ready to enjoy the festivities! So dance she would, for quite a while, and she would make sure the others would dance happily as well. Happily, not in fear. She would only slip away once she felt they'd be okay.
Things are livening up, finally! People dance now with less fear, mostly accepting the presence of one of their deities among them. With everyone dancing, it is fair to assume the marathon is canceled! Even the General has found a mostly quiet corner and is enjoying a drink or three, all while still watching everyone in the vicinity in the same alert way as before.
Urgoth was...awkward as he tried to dance with Quincy, perhaps a little embarassed, it wasn't what he had expected from HER and when the titan spun off to dance with the others he watched with a gentle smile and a little sadness in the orc's eyes. He glanced towards the overseer and found her also preocupied. His eyes fell on the poor Inquisitor unconcious and smiled gently again. That was what he should really be doing. Looking after his family. He moved over to the Ermine and tenderly scooped him up into his arms, turning to bow his head towards the festival and say a few words of blessing under his breath he stepped away and started back towards the temple with Mauricio.
Emmerich: The shockwave, so close this time (as he'd been closely slithering behind the Titan's back), launched the handsy noble much farther than it had the last - landing him squarely in the remains of his armour once more. If anyone required proof of insanity they needn't look further than his raucous laughter, once more spilling what could very well be toxic fumes. The lizardlike man scrambled again to his feet as he roared "Encore une fois! Encore!" and made a sidewinding line for the object of his obsession. This time when he put himself in the Titan's hands he took the vessel's in return, dipping it over a scaled knee. "Titan monsieur, qu'est-ce que votre plaisir soit? Puis-je prendre votre commande, notez-le? Vous n'avez jamais eu un ami comme moi!"
Rigamus was careful not to trample anyone despite his sporadic dancing. As he grooved through the crowd, he would eventually meet with the Overseer herself, & with a broad smile he quickened his jig before her as though inviting her to join him. The generally shy Shire was invigorated by the Titan's blessed drink, & where as he would have avoided dancing altogether, he especially would not have been so bold as to attempt to dance with someone so grandly clothed- especially had he known her position.
The Phoenix-"Nothing like devine intervention to get the blood flowing." The Overseer called back over the music to her partner as they twirled, though to anyone watching it would be clear she was fighting him for the lead, forcing their dance to get more intense as they went. Her skirt still blazed as strongly at the lanterns above, and eventually she'd even leave a colourful trail of light where she stepped. Luckily for the other dancers the little fires would not burn however, though they might latch on to a few coattails and add to the lightshow if it didn;t give them an awful fright and sent them flail ass first in to a water barrel.
Johann Malagrav, as they go spinning past Rigamus, flashes the large horse a somewhat boozed-up apologetic grin. "Sorry, big guy, she's taken." He winks at the other male and slides right back into the dance again... only to suddenly take note of something and ease a little, releasing Phaeo while trying not to send her spinning out of control. Now Phoenix-less, he stops by the tables and leans over a certain paladin. It takes him a moment to figure out what he's looking at, but a moment after that the diplomat suddenly breaks out into uproarious laughter! He turns away (and scoops up the poor sod's drink) and looks about for the Titan. "M'lord, my drink's gone sour! ... and empty! And it isn't even mine! I think it needs a lively boost, yeah?"
The Phoenix draped an arm over the elfs shoulder as she lent over too to see what he had found. As his mirth bellowed she straightened shaking her head, waving her hand she caught the eye of some lesser spellrenders. "Put your captain somewhere he won't disgrace us!" she ordered with a grin, pointing them towards the fainted paladin before laughing herself and taking this reprieve to fetch herself a drink... and get a line of sight on the oracle again. Oh how she did hope the Titan would take care of her.
Johann would find the cup filled, overfilling, overflowing- and sparking with tiny arcs of voltage. So would others, who had found their cups empty and their feet lazing. The party would throb on for quite a while at this rate.
Johann Malagrav - The spellrenders who had made eye contact do as they're told, moving over to their commander to pick him up by the arms and legs and cart him off somewhere... Johann on the other hand is still mirthful, laughing to himself as he struggles out a proper thank-you to his patron Titan. And now that he has blessed booze in his mitts, the dark elven diplomat tilts it and his head back and proceeds to start downing it! It's damn well invigorating, and after he has emptied it, Johann flings the mug to the side and reaches for Phaeo's hand again. "Firebird! We said we were going to win that contest, yes!?"
Rigamus, even moreso apologetic, obediently danced away from the pair. Had it not been for copious amounts of ale, he would have struggled to explain that he meant nothing by it & would have ultimately made quite a fool of himself out of sheer embarassment. He was caught up in the merry attitude of the night however. The equine would pause only to fill another mug, seeming pleased by the tiny sparks tickling his lip as he downed the drink.
Emmerich's luck was in place, for he'd recieve some time to dance with the possessed oracle- who would be much harder to handle than one might think. There was aggressive dancing, and then there was godly dancing, and let us just say that there was no way anyone could pull of better footwork. With another burst of voltage, though, the vessel would choose another dance partner- and another- and also Rigamus- and all the while the sky filled with the brightest lightning, arcing and dancing high overhead, thunder loud enough to rattle teeth.
The Phoenix spills the drink she was just downing as she's tugged back over, but it was on someone else so she only laughed. Having had enough to still get the buzz. "That's because we are! If you can keep up with me that is!" she pointed out, tossing her goblet away carelessly as she pulled the diplomat back out on to the dancefloor.
Emmerich: It would /have/ to be the lord who wasn't drinking at all to be the one to slither into Rigamus's personal space. The Lord danced closer into the taller equine's face with a mischievous grin and... oh, hard tusks were probably a lot more awkward on the lips than a moustache. But in that moment the Shire's tankard was stolen and Emmerich had slipped into the flashing light and dark again. The Viscount, with his ever-spilling tankard, splashed his new drink in a semi-circle in the middle of the dance floor. This he followed by doing what the miniature arcs were failing to do; A bright blue jet of flame spewed from his throat and lit the heavy-proof alcohol in a blazing curtain. He had intended to separate the object he pursued, so that the Titan could only see him, and grinned at its vessel with shining black eyes.
Johann Malagrav finds himself dragged over to the dancefloor, bearing far too much energy and the biggest grin ever. You'd think the guy had just gotten really lucky or something. "Oh, I'm sure I'll keep up!" With that, the pair go dancin' into the night...
Rigamus: Seeing the relatively familiar face, Rigamus would offer an uncertain smile. He was still a little spooked by Emmerich from earlier, but being somewhat spellbound at the moment, he was a tad more agreeable. "Oh, hello again," he greeted politely. "Are you enjoyin-" his inquiries were cut short. As the Viscount slipped away, the Shire would be left in a dismal slack-jawed state. His arm was still crooked & fingers curled as though holding the mug, even after it had long since been slipped from his fingers. It was a terribly sobering kiss to say the least.
The vessel grinned as though entertained, as though impressed- and the drunken crowd was cheering at the fire, as if it was just another great spectacle- and then, it began.. to rain. The oracle rose her hands up to the storming sky. "MORTALS, dance through the night! Dance and drink and be merry for the LORD OF STORMS! Dance, dance, DANCE UNTIL DAWN!"
There were multiple cheers at the oracle's thundering cries, and as the rain fell, the fires were doused and the entire festival became lit only by the chaotic flashes of lightning. The music continued on in the strobed dark (though one musician, tired of his partner's show-hogging tempo, decided to deck him, and took over that song with a gleeful smirk).
Rigamus would retreat to the outskirts of the festivities for some time, struggling to comprehend his interaction with the Viscount. He would also attempt to remedy himself with a few more drinks before overcoming his shock & disturbance. After coming to terms with the traumatic event, the poor gypsy would return to dancing, though this time rather wary of Emmerich. He was a bit jumpy at this point- flinching away from a woman in a red dress he spotted out of the corner of his eye, dodging another stranger with a red cape.
Emmerich: While the fiery Lord's musicians would keep up the high-energy songs and sounds, the slippery creature suddenly found himself crying out under the first torrential waves. As the flames were doused so were his spirits and one could hardly tell his shouts apart from the thunder as his skin hissed and cracked. Emmerich ducked past the dancing horse, quills slicked back as hard as a smooth shell to do /something/ to protect him from the water, as he galloped on all fours to the doors of the castle. Clothes and armour were forgotten as he searched for a safe fireplace to belch into and nest in until dry and warm, and even once that was done he wouldn't come back out for some time; He would simply watch from a window and hum along until the outside environment became more hospitable to his being.
In the midst of the storm, though the oracle had disappeared at some point, the dancing raged on for quite the many hours, until all that was left were many exhausted partiers, most passed out cold and others merely having curled up in the first convenient location to sleep. Musicians used their instruments as pillows, a few guards snored through their visors, and one dumb festival-goer had ended up naked between the claws of one of the gargoyles. The storm would subside by morning, and all-in-all, it would not be one soon forgotten.
Rigamus would continue to dance as directed until the early hours of the morning, the body built for hard labor managing to outlast the majority of the other party-goers in his heartfelt tribute to the Titan of Lightning. As dawn greeted Rayneth the equine would finally settle down. He was quite spent, but utilized the last of his energy to tend to his fellow partygoers, assisting some to their feet while arranging others into more dignified positions before retreating to his own bed.
The Phoenix-"Nothing like devine intervention to get the blood flowing." The Overseer called back over the music to her partner as they twirled, though to anyone watching it would be clear she was fighting him for the lead, forcing their dance to get more intense as they went. Her skirt still blazed as strongly at the lanterns above, and eventually she'd even leave a colourful trail of light where she stepped. Luckily for the other dancers the little fires would not burn however, though they might latch on to a few coattails and add to the lightshow if it didn;t give them an awful fright and sent them flail ass first in to a water barrel.
Johann Malagrav, as they go spinning past Rigamus, flashes the large horse a somewhat boozed-up apologetic grin. "Sorry, big guy, she's taken." He winks at the other male and slides right back into the dance again... only to suddenly take note of something and ease a little, releasing Phaeo while trying not to send her spinning out of control. Now Phoenix-less, he stops by the tables and leans over a certain paladin. It takes him a moment to figure out what he's looking at, but a moment after that the diplomat suddenly breaks out into uproarious laughter! He turns away (and scoops up the poor sod's drink) and looks about for the Titan. "M'lord, my drink's gone sour! ... and empty! And it isn't even mine! I think it needs a lively boost, yeah?"
The Phoenix draped an arm over the elfs shoulder as she lent over too to see what he had found. As his mirth bellowed she straightened shaking her head, waving her hand she caught the eye of some lesser spellrenders. "Put your captain somewhere he won't disgrace us!" she ordered with a grin, pointing them towards the fainted paladin before laughing herself and taking this reprieve to fetch herself a drink... and get a line of sight on the oracle again. Oh how she did hope the Titan would take care of her.
Johann would find the cup filled, overfilling, overflowing- and sparking with tiny arcs of voltage. So would others, who had found their cups empty and their feet lazing. The party would throb on for quite a while at this rate.
Johann Malagrav - The spellrenders who had made eye contact do as they're told, moving over to their commander to pick him up by the arms and legs and cart him off somewhere... Johann on the other hand is still mirthful, laughing to himself as he struggles out a proper thank-you to his patron Titan. And now that he has blessed booze in his mitts, the dark elven diplomat tilts it and his head back and proceeds to start downing it! It's damn well invigorating, and after he has emptied it, Johann flings the mug to the side and reaches for Phaeo's hand again. "Firebird! We said we were going to win that contest, yes!?"
Rigamus, even moreso apologetic, obediently danced away from the pair. Had it not been for copious amounts of ale, he would have struggled to explain that he meant nothing by it & would have ultimately made quite a fool of himself out of sheer embarassment. He was caught up in the merry attitude of the night however. The equine would pause only to fill another mug, seeming pleased by the tiny sparks tickling his lip as he downed the drink.
Emmerich's luck was in place, for he'd recieve some time to dance with the possessed oracle- who would be much harder to handle than one might think. There was aggressive dancing, and then there was godly dancing, and let us just say that there was no way anyone could pull of better footwork. With another burst of voltage, though, the vessel would choose another dance partner- and another- and also Rigamus- and all the while the sky filled with the brightest lightning, arcing and dancing high overhead, thunder loud enough to rattle teeth.
The Phoenix spills the drink she was just downing as she's tugged back over, but it was on someone else so she only laughed. Having had enough to still get the buzz. "That's because we are! If you can keep up with me that is!" she pointed out, tossing her goblet away carelessly as she pulled the diplomat back out on to the dancefloor.
Emmerich: It would /have/ to be the lord who wasn't drinking at all to be the one to slither into Rigamus's personal space. The Lord danced closer into the taller equine's face with a mischievous grin and... oh, hard tusks were probably a lot more awkward on the lips than a moustache. But in that moment the Shire's tankard was stolen and Emmerich had slipped into the flashing light and dark again. The Viscount, with his ever-spilling tankard, splashed his new drink in a semi-circle in the middle of the dance floor. This he followed by doing what the miniature arcs were failing to do; A bright blue jet of flame spewed from his throat and lit the heavy-proof alcohol in a blazing curtain. He had intended to separate the object he pursued, so that the Titan could only see him, and grinned at its vessel with shining black eyes.
Johann Malagrav finds himself dragged over to the dancefloor, bearing far too much energy and the biggest grin ever. You'd think the guy had just gotten really lucky or something. "Oh, I'm sure I'll keep up!" With that, the pair go dancin' into the night...
Rigamus: Seeing the relatively familiar face, Rigamus would offer an uncertain smile. He was still a little spooked by Emmerich from earlier, but being somewhat spellbound at the moment, he was a tad more agreeable. "Oh, hello again," he greeted politely. "Are you enjoyin-" his inquiries were cut short. As the Viscount slipped away, the Shire would be left in a dismal slack-jawed state. His arm was still crooked & fingers curled as though holding the mug, even after it had long since been slipped from his fingers. It was a terribly sobering kiss to say the least.
The vessel grinned as though entertained, as though impressed- and the drunken crowd was cheering at the fire, as if it was just another great spectacle- and then, it began.. to rain. The oracle rose her hands up to the storming sky. "MORTALS, dance through the night! Dance and drink and be merry for the LORD OF STORMS! Dance, dance, DANCE UNTIL DAWN!"
There were multiple cheers at the oracle's thundering cries, and as the rain fell, the fires were doused and the entire festival became lit only by the chaotic flashes of lightning. The music continued on in the strobed dark (though one musician, tired of his partner's show-hogging tempo, decided to deck him, and took over that song with a gleeful smirk).
Rigamus would retreat to the outskirts of the festivities for some time, struggling to comprehend his interaction with the Viscount. He would also attempt to remedy himself with a few more drinks before overcoming his shock & disturbance. After coming to terms with the traumatic event, the poor gypsy would return to dancing, though this time rather wary of Emmerich. He was a bit jumpy at this point- flinching away from a woman in a red dress he spotted out of the corner of his eye, dodging another stranger with a red cape.
Emmerich: While the fiery Lord's musicians would keep up the high-energy songs and sounds, the slippery creature suddenly found himself crying out under the first torrential waves. As the flames were doused so were his spirits and one could hardly tell his shouts apart from the thunder as his skin hissed and cracked. Emmerich ducked past the dancing horse, quills slicked back as hard as a smooth shell to do /something/ to protect him from the water, as he galloped on all fours to the doors of the castle. Clothes and armour were forgotten as he searched for a safe fireplace to belch into and nest in until dry and warm, and even once that was done he wouldn't come back out for some time; He would simply watch from a window and hum along until the outside environment became more hospitable to his being.
In the midst of the storm, though the oracle had disappeared at some point, the dancing raged on for quite the many hours, until all that was left were many exhausted partiers, most passed out cold and others merely having curled up in the first convenient location to sleep. Musicians used their instruments as pillows, a few guards snored through their visors, and one dumb festival-goer had ended up naked between the claws of one of the gargoyles. The storm would subside by morning, and all-in-all, it would not be one soon forgotten.
Rigamus would continue to dance as directed until the early hours of the morning, the body built for hard labor managing to outlast the majority of the other party-goers in his heartfelt tribute to the Titan of Lightning. As dawn greeted Rayneth the equine would finally settle down. He was quite spent, but utilized the last of his energy to tend to his fellow partygoers, assisting some to their feet while arranging others into more dignified positions before retreating to his own bed.
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