Immersive Ink

sulldawga wrote:
Dorgan looks around him as the Men seem to just... give up on the fistfight, and he scratches his beard in amazement, mumbling to himself.

"What these Men will do fer sport..."

He walks over to Dieter and pats him lightly on the shoulder, not sure of the extent of his injuries.

"Wasn't there fer yer scrap with the Ogre, but I 'spect this one was more impressive. Good on ya."

The dwarf will look around again for any sign of the mysterious masked stranger. No more attempts to enter the pavilion though.

doctorx wrote:
Josiane moves swiftly to cast The Supplication of Medicant Requite on Dieter's wounds, ideally before he is flattened by the Boar's camaraderie...

mgtremaine wrote:
Wen would move off again once the situation no longer requires his presence. Wen would play a little tune on the flute outside of the main boisterous group of men. Armed Humans make him a bit nervous, best to have a little room

eris wrote:
Olaf relaxes a little seeing as the fight in front of him has ended and the one about to break out behind him as been defused. He removes his hand from his sword's hilt and walks across to Wen, leans down and says.

"Good job on that."

Olaf then wanders over toward Dieter and gives him a little slap on the shoulder, "Good job there Dieter! I thought the big man had you there for a nonce."

tonneau wrote:
Not to be left out (or worse, out-shined!), Gustave enters the fray at last, beaming and gleaming with hearty back slaps and hand shakes all round.

"Ha ha! What a champion eh?", he says, gifting Dieter with a particularly hearty back slap (careful to avoid bleeding areas) and a wink.

"And you Sir", he continues, turning to the Boar, "I have seen many a duel in my time, but you would test the best of them ha!"

"Now, where is that wine?"

danhem wrote:
Ulric seeks out the man that Armando spoke to during the duel, doing his very best to speak to him when he is alone.

"Sir, I would speak to you if you have a brief moment. My companions and I have just left Ket which is unfortunately low on supplies. Your company seems well-provisioned. From where have you come? Have you met with any resistance on the road?"

As Ulric finishes speaking, he utters the words of the Lyreof Inveiglement.

OOC: Ulric will only cast his spell if he is sure that he will not be noticed.

mushgnome wrote:
Highbough is a pillar of calm amidst the ruckus. "All's well that ends well." The doddering Elf is drawn like moth to flame to the sound of Wen's flute and listens with a faraway look.

flightcommander wrote:
Armando feeds Murphy an apple and fusses with the mule's bags and straps while pondering the Elf's music and anticipating the Company's departure from the crossroads...

waysoftheearth wrote:
Wine is soon flowing from skins and flagons and casks wheeled out by The Boar's serving staff, and various cups of wood and pewter and horn a filled repeatedly for any who wish it.

Josiane sees to it that Dieter's hurts and bruises are cleaned and bound, at the least, while The Boar loudly introduces him to his Men as if he were a prodigal son.

"Nearly knocked me noggin' off!" he proclaims proudly, and the lot of them revel in re-living various moments from the recently concluded duel.

As this carry-on proceeds Ulric questions the quartermaster, lacing his questions with the silvery thread of his ensorcellment... the quartermaster is cautious at first, but soon finds himself confiding all his cares and worries to his new friend "If only it were so, we've scarcely a week's victuals and nor two days of drink at this rate! 'Tis why half the Men are scouring the hereabouts for game, and servants have been sent to demand stocks from Ket. It will be sore news indeed if they have none to spare!"

"As for whence we come; we are recently returned from campaigning in the east, where the raiding has ground to a standstill. Ingo sends Eberhardt back east to gather up more Men to bolster his cause, but there are few worth taking..."

waysoftheearth wrote:
Dorgan keep an eye out for a robed figure in the crowd, but doesn't spot anyone of that persuasion... while Rufus tries his luck at pockets amid the revelers (1d6=3) and wins himself a belt purse for his trouble.

Meanwhile, as Highbough and Desmond/Mondes are keeping themselves out of harm's way, and Armando is tending to the mule, they note a lone dwarf come striding up to the encampment. It's difficult to say whether any of THe Boar's men noted him or not... or whether they simply assumed him to be one of Dieter's lot.

(Ronin84, your adventure begins.... now!)