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Post by Perrath on Aug 31, 2023 19:33:26 GMT -5
Walking through the streets of Sol City, Perrath’s armor clinks together rhythmically with each step. Events like these are always bound to have something interesting happening at them. No, it isn’t the food or festivities necessarily, but they rather have a propensity for shenanigans of the drunkardly type. They provide the opportunity for Perrath to sweep in and deliver a quick blow to knock men unconscious and drag them to the guards. In his opinion, it quite helps his reputation. Whether or not this is true remains to be seen. Regardless, he keeps his eyes peeled while festival goers enjoy the activities in the streets. As the dragon, standing over seven feet in height, peers across the crowd, he spots a rather familiar figure of white hair and pale skin: the dragoness Einheria. How curious to find her here in the height of summer. It’s been some time since they ran into each other at a similar festival for Hearth Day. Without hesitation, Perrath approaches her.
Quest details: Quest Name: Enjoy the Festival! Participants: Two or more Location: Sol City Post Requirements: 4 posts per person, 150 words per post Reward: +1 Renown, +1 Mystical Archive Ticket Description: The festival is booming, and all that is required of you is to have fun! Stroll through Sol City partaking in any kind of festival-like activity. You can attend the joust, or participate in a sword duel. Maybe watch some jugglers or Bardic Virtuoso's perform in the city square. Enjoy some of the rare cuisines found across Charon at local vendors and markets. The choice is up to you, as long as you enjoy the festival!
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Post by Einheria Idunn Vaetki on Sept 1, 2023 19:45:15 GMT -5
For all that summer offers a wealth of new and unique experiences, the one thing Einheria has yet to get entirely used to is the heat.
She had briefly endured it in the deserts of Zeinav, in the blistering daylight; but even then, she had made her best attempt to dress appropriately for the weather and venture out only when the sun hung low in the sky, in the early morning or the onset of night, when the chill of the desert evening still lingered. She has yet to brave the bitter torridity of the Ash Lands, even knowing the chill carved into her bones will stave it off [1], but warmer climates are still not her… first choice.
Which, of course, is why she had waited until the later weeks of the Summer Festival to take her chance to experience it, waited until some of the warmth had waned and the early autumn chill had started to creep in; it is not as though the heat troubles her, but she takes infinitely more comfort as the temperatures drop further. Even so, perhaps it is… not so bad to set aside her usual Frost Gale-ready garb for something a bit more liberated– lighter fabrics in lighter colors, her hair swept up off her neck in a high ponytail, her insulated boots traded out for simpler, easier footwear. It is a surprisingly nice change in pace.
Einheria hums to herself as she wanders the streets, dazzled by the banners and stalls and glistening decorations, by myriad scents and sounds and Sir Perrath and sights– pardon, Sir Perrath? She blinks, jerking her head in the direction she had just glanced, brightening immediately as she recognizes the armored dragon making his way toward her.
“Oh!” she exclaims, lavender eyes alight with excitement. “Sir Perrath! What brings you here– besides the festival itself, of course?”
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Post by Perrath on Sept 5, 2023 17:00:41 GMT -5
“Good afternoon, Miss Einheria,” Perrath says, pausing his approach to offer a respectful bow to a fellow dragon. “It’s very good to see you.” Standing straight again, Perrath looks around at the festivities, hiding what is a tired look behind a false smile. “Mostly, the festival brings me here. My mentor thought having a proper paladin of the moon goddess making a show at a festival in Sol City would be both a show of good faith and a slap in the face to the sun elves.”
He lets out one haughty, “HAH!” and places his hands on his hips. “As if the denizens of the capitol could see past their own noses long enough to notice a shadow lurking amongst them.”
Returning his attention to Einheria, he gives her a once-over. “You seem to be adapting to the summer as well as ever. Care to join me to make this festival a little more interesting?”
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Post by Einheria Idunn Vaetki on Sept 10, 2023 0:34:41 GMT -5
“Just as it is lovely to see you.”
As soon as Sir Perrath dips into a bow, Einheria is quick to answer with a proper curtsy of her own, her ankles crossed, fingers curled into the pastel-dyed layers of her skirts. In the time she has spent traveling, her formal greetings have warranted all manner of different responses; some are quick to discourage it, insisting formalities are unnecessary, others scoff at the gesture, where others welcome it openly. Sir Perrath seems largely unbothered by her antiquated linguistics and formal greetings, mercifully; if anything, as far as she can tell, he quite likes them. Perhaps it is a mere commonality shared between two as long-lived as they are– the blood of dragons does flow freely through their veins, after all.
“Aha, I see,” she politely lifts a hand to her lips to muffle a quiet giggle at Perrath’s outburst, amusement flickering in her eyes. Sir Perrath truly does have such distaste for the capitol, does he not? “Well, as blind and pompous as they may be, at least you are here in a time of fun and celebration.”
Einheria tilts her head a little at Perrath’s offer to make the festival “a little more interesting” – she is uncertain as to what that warrants, but… oh, she hardly cares what it warrants, she is certainly interested! Whether it is truly just enjoying what the festival has to offer or something more in the vein of her friend Shaa’s idea of interesting, she is more than open to whatever idea Perrath may be offering, and she is quick to offer a bright smile and a perhaps too-eager nod.
“Why, of course,” she says, her tone enthusiastic. “I would be happy to. What do you have in mind?”
Perhaps she should ask before she agrees, but…
Oh well.
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Post by Perrath on Sept 10, 2023 3:35:00 GMT -5
Perrath quite likes his interactions with Einheria. If he did not, he would not make time for her. Hm, make time. Is that what he’s doing? There’s little pause in conversation to dwell on the thought. All dragons worth their salt deserve attention; it’s nothing more than that.
Admittedly, a time of fun for Perrath would be any opportunity to cleave enemies of his faith asunder. Being here as a participant in a simple festival seems and feels beneath him. But if Miss Einheria is here to do the same, then perhaps he could give it an opportunity. The humanoids seem to be enjoying themselves, at least. Still, he cannot help his craving for violence. Perhaps there is some activity to help quell it?
“Very good,” the dragon says with a small but genuine smile. “Were you already enroute to your preferred activity? I will join you if so. Otherwise, we could perhaps take to the skies and rain terror on the peasants?” There's a certain charm and inclination in his voice that insinuates his words are said in jest, but they're only a joke if she thinks as much. He would gladly remind the denizens of the capital of the might of dragons if given the opportunity.
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Post by Einheria Idunn Vaetki on Jan 22, 2024 12:19:28 GMT -5
In all honesty, Einheria has never stepped foot into a festival quite like this.
Celebrations are the sort of thing she had read much of in the days she had spent confined to her father’s cavern, back when she was young and could only experience the world through shadows, through woven words, through ink and outlines and delicate paintings on ancient parchment. She had read of summer festivals, of lady’s favors and jousting and dances, of quiet war tucked into moments of relief– all the things she had come to expect from her fairy tales with the countless years she had been given.
A real summer festival is both the same and not at all; there are shades of similarity, ghosts of things she knows, but there is more breadth of culture and experience, less weight, more… joy. It is a lovely thing, but oh, it certainly makes her feel like a bird navigating the sea, wings weighted down by water, able to see only faint outlines of all the beauty around it, choking on the unnavigable and new strangenesses.
So when Sir Perrath asks her about a preferred activity, she falters.
“To tell you the truth, Sir Perrath,” she says softly, a little uncertain. “I have never actually been to a summer festival before. I am quite unfamiliar with what they have– though I do know of jousting! Ah, but perhaps that is a tad antiquated… do you believe they may have ceremonial duels of some sort? I would not be opposed to such a thing.”
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Post by Perrath on Feb 3, 2024 18:54:41 GMT -5
“You have never been to a festival before?” Perrath echoes in surprise. An unexpected warmth crosses his face when he smiles and laughs, unable to contain it. His laughter isn't intended to be demeaning but rather he finds himself amused at her almost childish wonder. “We can peruse the activities. The mortals seem to quite enjoy them. From my understanding, they quite look forward to these things. I suppose when one is so short lived, taking pleasure in the little things like this must bring some great joy to them.” Though he wouldn’t dare to admit it directly, Perrath has rarely been to events such as this either. Often he views them as beneath him, meaningless dribble to keep the masses happy. Of course, he would find himself at any celebration of dragon kind without hesitation, but these seasonal events don’t typically tend to be that.
“Jousting… hm… I would take pleasure in watching them injure each other for the entertainment of others,” he says after contemplating it for a moment. The paladin does quite like watching others suffer and beat themselves senseless all for a quick solar. Yes, they sound like perfect afternoon activities. “This is something of interest to me. Ceremonial duels as well. Of course, were we to participate in either events by some happenstance, none would be able to compare to us. Very well, let us proceed to the arena where we may watch legal violent displays!”
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