A Celebration and Speech
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Belma'r runs through the festivities with a mug of ale in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other
"Woooo go Norwicks! Huzah! To bad I missed its and stuff.
Three Cheers for butt kickin da Drow!
Hip hip!
Hooray!Hip hip!
Hooray!Hip hip!
Hooray!He rushes to a table to hear the stories of the attack form the defenders, Laughing and merry making all the while.
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Come now people! There were a -lot- of defenders. I'm sure if Aramuil remembered the druids, he would've mentioned them.
Let's celebrate instead of being all irritated. Everyone knows the druids helped and that the others mentioned did as well. Now, where is the Silverymoon ruby? They best have it here or I'm going to be very huffy…
Ronan wanders around the area in search for his beloved Silverymoon Ruby..
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Aelthas stands in the back for the speech and celebration after, quietly sipping from a bottle of milk. After an hour or so of watching the others celebrate, he heads quietly out of the Grapevine and to the north.
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Hammerhand, walking around with a slight limp since taking a poisoned arrow to the leg, is found in the inn with Maya, clearly more interested in drinks and food than speeches.
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Engrossed in the passion and revelry of the celebrations, Syclya frowns a little at the lack of recognition the druid Circle received. She can be seen seeking them out, personally thanking them for their help, "It was an honour and privilege of fighting alongside you all…I consider anyone of the Circle a friend. Pay no mind to the particulars of the speech, let us celebrate our victory, together as friends...dare I say, as a family? Come, I will get us a round of ale's, that we may drink long and deep as comrades!" she downs the last of her quarter full ale stein and gives a holler of victory
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Gives an unlady like responce to the speech involving a particular finger of her left hand then follows Jerrick out
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The recently married Uljas glances at the long legs, and brings Maya a bottle of three more drink.
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Maya doesn’t seem to care about the speech, but instead spreads her long limbs about a chair or two in the inn, and shares drinks and laughs with those who will drink and laugh with her.
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Absent from the celebration is one stout dwarf with an affection for chocolate. Rather those who pass by the farmlands will be quick to note that Telli perches atop the hill with Chauntea's Altar. She carefully sets some items atop the altar one bye one. First is a hand blade reeking of disease and decay. Next a quiver of arrows dipped in scorpions venom. And finally a few bullets covered in a thick mucus membrane smelling dangerously like cobra's venom. She takes a knee before the altar offering prayers of thanksgiving before a shaft of light comes down atop the altar and its contents rendering them to dust.
"Danks yuhs miss Chauntea fer keepings dis town safes and pertectedededs. Keeps Telli's broders and sisters prepared and on da ready as dis is prolly juss one a many many more attackededededs by ems bastads Drow. Wasn't Telli's timedededs ta dies and meet'cha in yer place of livings fereva… and... dat sorta makededs Telli sads... buh... der obviously reason stills here suckings in da air I breathedededs. Let Telli's mind be clears... and Telli's hand strongs... May Telli's feet be firm like big oak tree roots... Amens!"
Dusting off her thighs as she stands she turns folding her arms across her bosom watching down to the spectacle and lights filling the evening with cheer and merriment. Her eyes occasionally glance to the southern gates from time to time.
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*_Marty Joins in on the celebrations, donning her green dress, doing the occasional dance and drinking a little too much ale. She tries not to pay much attention to disgruntled comrades or to Aramuil's "_I want" speech. To her the sweetness of the victory cannot be made sour by political opportunism nor her failure to gain any personal glory.
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((Double post :x ))
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Albry shakes her head slightly at Aram's lack of recognition for the Circle and the Wolves, and takes it upon herself to hunt them in the crowds and thank them personally.
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Celad,,avoids the drunken strike from Benji and offers him some genuine dwarvin stout
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Jerrick grins at Benji, and puts his hand on Malika's shoulder, being heard to say after Aramuil's speech a single line.
Wanting victory for Narfell has precious little to do with him, I'll be with whoever it takes.
He makes no mention of the Circle of Quercatha Terr, the Wolves of Narfell, or the Mercenaries Jerrick hired out of his own pocket.
He merely shakes his head, ignores the food and drink, and heads out.
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Celad is heard to grumble,,"I suppose he just happens to know the perfect person to lead this new nation. "
Benji cuffs Celad on the knee and grins
<g>Fark me
You're a downer. You know what cures that? More ale.
He tries to flag down some more ale</g>
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Celad is heard to grumble,,"I suppose he just happens to know the perfect person to lead this new nation. "
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Benji hollers after downing a pint of ale and smacks Jerrick's arse
Don't forget Jerrick and his wiley band of woodsmen!
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Malika listens to his speech and snickers
"I guess the Circle will never get their respect"
