Mictlan Celebration
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Located within the Deep Woods, and hours past Wilderness Pointe, in the heart of its northern woods, bones frame this hollowed-out space. Massive and heavy, they reach towards the sky, meeting--almost--in the center like great and worn stalagmites. Or giant teeth. After a few seconds--it's quickly evident that this is a space carved from a dragon's bones. A very, very large...dragon's bones. The air smells of ash, brimstone, and earth. Underneath the apex of the bones lie the workings of a central Fire.
The grounds are run by shamans of the sith-makar, and the sacred space dedicated to the Death Singing Dragon, one of their names for the goddess, Vardama. There are always a number of them about, from a mixture of tribes. Formally, the sith use it to sing the souls of their dead back to the land of Wing and Flame, and celebrate the Memory of Blood. It was here that brave heroes stood, and vanquished the ashen warriors of old, thereby freeing the land from Thul's curse. Informally, it is a gathering place.
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Set.
(New BB message (16/30) posted to 'IC: Alexandrian Tribune' by Tribune Staff: Sign Posted After Attack)
Un'eth has connected.
(New BB message (7/13) posted to 'IC: Rumors and Gossip' by Astaren: Demon Salsa)
Durrankar has connected.
Munch has arrived.
Sandy has arrived.
Kisaiya has arrived.
It's Ceriday, Vhast 13 20:28:56 1020. The full moon isn't up. The tide is high and rising.
Icy rain and sleet fall invisibly from a grey-black sky. It's very dark and the ice makes walking on the slippery ground difficult. A raw wind blows from the northeast.
Atleti runs into Mictlan at full speed. Outside the warded bones, sleet falls from a grey-black sky. The cold ice is the type that clings to the skin and stays. His jacket is half ice, his tail frozen, too. The wind is cold and blows from the northeast, but that doesn't touch Mictlan.
Praise the Dragons.
Duncan has arrived.
Hun'rar has arrived.
Atleti runs into Mictlan at full speed. Outside the warded bones, sleet falls from a grey-black sky. The cold ice is the type that clings to the skin and stays. His jacket is half ice, his tail frozen, too. The wind is cold and blows from the northeast, but that doesn't touch Mictlan.
Praise the Dragons. (repose, if you'd like to spam Kisa! :D)
Durrankar rises from his perchnear the fire and tilts his head towards Atleti. "Peace on your nest." He says gesturing towards the fire. "Warm yourself..."
Munch doesn't run. Not around here. That tends to make people nervous. The metal man does enough of that without potentially hostile actions. So he walks, sleet sliding off his metal hide, towards Mictlan, far less concerned with the cold than others might be. It's been a while since he's visited, and sounds like something important is happening tonight.
Hun'rar takes his helmet off and breaths deep after he steps through the portal. Whatever cold there is, his armor more than insulates himself against it. When he sees the fire though he quickly approaches, holding out his mailed hand towards the flame. "This is nice."
Kisaiya has partially disconnected.
"Where the hell is that damn lizard, he sa-," Sandy stops. She can't fin ther lizard she was looking for.
"..the hell did I.. er.. sorry?" She clears her throat anmd gets reaaaal quiet. Place is busy today. Even SHE can, on occasion, realize she stepped in poo. So to speak.
Duncan emerges from the woods, peering up at the bones briefly before he joins others around the fire. "Good to see this place hasn't burned to the ground," he offers. "I understand it took some doing to keep just that from happening."
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Astaren has arrived.
Kisaiya has reconnected.
Durrankar says, "Just a bit." he then turns a steak on a fire. "And that is why we are here......to celebrate....""
"Thank you, sshaman," Atleti says. He takes off his coat and shakes it near one of the smaller fires. Ice crinkles and cracks, shards that'd attached from just getting here.
Sometimes, nature's a--
"The Charneth came. They had new trickss up their ssleeves," he says darkly.
Astaren is wondering around looking at everything that he passes by, but is clearly keeping to himself looking slightly uncomfortable in the area.
"What exactly happened?" Munch inquires. "I missed all the intresting bits. Was dealing with ettercaps again." Apparently that's an explination.
Durrankar says, "If you mean the slaves turning into living bombs. I know, Atleti. I do thank you for the warning, but they were used here, during the battle. And the Charneth died for their transgressions. Those that died seeking solace here....were buried near the bones of Suf'rigan. So they may accompany her on her travels in the realms beyond.""
It starts off simply enough, with the people slowly starting to congregate. For some reason people can think that it may be a somer affair, or that the dwelling will be on Charn or even the other matters at hand. But as the torches are put out around Mictlan, and the anxiety kicks up, with a spike of uncertainty, it soon all becomes clear what this /is/ all about.
The words start up, first in the Sith-makar language, and a pause as another person translates it to trade. "Friends! New and Old. Scaled and smooth. Reader and Actor." More of the Sith speech, before they start to develop a cadence, "You are all here for one reason, you are all here to be what we are. To celebrate the thing we hold. To take not for granted that which has been given."
With a burst of flames as one Sith and then another around the area let out gouts of flamed breath, the area alights once more, several words of magic in the Sith language said with a burst of light there, and everything is aglow.
"WE CELEBRATE LIFE!" In the center is the Sith who was speaking and next to him a Human, both holding their hands on high as they spoke the words in unison. "We celebrate those champions who defended this slice of home. New home and old home, new friends and old friends. Rejoice tonight, for we all have life to be thankful for."
"Wass I wass warning you, sshaman?" Alteti says with dark humor. He smiles over at Durrankar, then looks back to Munch. "The Charneth dessided he had a right to our people, and came here to take them. ...what I don't undersstand iss how they turned them into weaponss of that type."
"I'm working with ssome of the Altheanss to disscover how one would...undo it, but work sso far iss slow." He stops then, as the speaker-caste shares words. He steps back and thumps his tail. Thumps it. Thumps it again.
Munch listens, but can't say he really understands just yet, so stays quiet. This seems to be one of those Social Ritual things... he's not good at those.
Durrankar says, "Good. It issss good to work with others to solve problems....." he then looks up as the speaker-caste speaks and thumps his tail again. "For now....celebrate.....""
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Duncan turns his head to watch the flames. Then he looks over at Munch, who happens to be next to him. "Well whatever really happened...sounds like we missed a fight."
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Astaren pokes Alteti, "If you wouldn't mind some help from the Elunite, I have started researching the conditions and problems. Though my personal progress has been slow." then glances to the speaker, "Cuiuos how this celebration will go."
Hun'rar watches the announcement with his helmet underneath his arm. "Its a celebration." he says to Munch, "Enjoy yourself and the like." he says finding a spot to put his gear aside.
"..did I just stumble into a party?" says Sandy.
THIS IS LIKE THE BEST DAY EVER. She is pleased.
"I am no sshaman, or wizard or ssorcerer," ALteti says under his breath, in response. He keeps it quiet enough it wouldn't distrub the celebrations. A shudder runs up his scales, and underneath it, the warrior looks...his tail flicks like a knife to the side. He dares a glance at Astaren, in the midst of all of it. Ice drips from his coat, where he'd been blasted by Winter, in his haste to come here, to be here tonight. "I scarsse know where to begin, and to a warrior-casste, that iss sshame. /Ssa/, it's sshame to my casste that they got sso far among uss. I would never turn down your help." He meets the man's eyes for a moment, and has to look away in frustration and perhaps, shame. Then goes still, as he spots someone familiar as well.
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Munch buzzes sadly. "So many fights. So many I miss." With a soft click, he blinks at Hun'rar. "I usually enjoy myself by breaking things and hurting people. I don't think it's that sort of party.... then again, Sandy is right over there, so..."
Duncan turns his head this way and that, peering at the trees. With all the light nearby his night-vision is ruined, so instead he tries to recall what he saw of the surrounding area on his visits here. "Hard to keep anyone out without walls," he finally offers. "Anyone can just stroll on in, from any direction. Reos, some folks stumble in by accident," he smirks through his beard in Sandy's direction.
Astaren smiles sadly, "Actaully we do know where to begin, but that is a subject for another time." Then glances around, "Oh names Astaren, the Dreamer. Pleasure to meet you." offering a half bow and then noticing Sandy and waves over to her, "We going to see the Rainbow dragon today?"
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The warrior-caste sucks in breath through fang. Atleti grins at Astaren, and there's a touch of daring to it. "You lighten my ssorrow," he says. "I will sshare words later, shaman, if you will it. But for now, I must ansswer the speaker's call!" and he throws back his head, howling in a voice that spirals into the cold and night, chill and cold.
It's a slow thing to start with, the people starting to cluster around the speaker caste and then others, those of reknown. More than a couple people give a little bow in reverence to the Rainbow Dragon as she makes her appearance.
The announcer of the Speaker Caste started off them to make a slow round, but soon it's clear what direction he's going and that direction is suddenly needing a detour as he's stopped along the way. But, either way, the goal of his first stop is going to find breathing room suddenly very difficult as Atleti is mobbed by small Sith and several adults.
"ARE YOU ATLETI THE AVENGER?!" One of them shouts excitedly, and more follow rapidly. Oh Gods, the most terrifying thing in existance... Fans.
Durrankar hrfs a little bit as Atleti has......fans. he starts to pick up the steak....and tear a hunk off of it. "mmmmmm....." he enjoys the meat as he watches Atleti.....and his fame.
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Astaren 8m 6'1" 179 Lb Human Male
A tall man wearing dark blue robes.
Atleti 0s 5'11" 229 Lb Sith-Makar Male
A silvered sith-makar with smoke edgings.
Duncan 1m 5'0" 200 Lb Storm Dwarf Male
'Tall' Khazad often accompanied by a Khazad Digger.
Durrankar 50s 7'0" 398 Lb Sith-Makar Male
Silver Sith-makar with blue eyes
Hun'rar 14m 6'2" 198 Lb Human M
Heavily armored knight with a dragon motif
Kisaiya is O 3m 5'9" 135 Lb Human Female
Tan skin, and auburn hair cut in a graduated bob.
Munch 2m 6'5" 225 Lb War Golem Male
Dreadlocked golem with metal scales.
Sandy 2s 5'0" 136 Lb Llyranesi Female
Purple haired, plump elf. Presumably irritable.
Un'eth 10m 6'2" 275 Lb Sith-Makar Female
An ebon-scaled female Sith-makar
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The viciousness of the howl, the cold of it soars skyward. A warrior's ache for the lives lost. A warrior's challenge to Charn, if they try again. Many here could well equal it, send their voices roaring if they'd heart for it. Munch, Hun'rar. Un'eth. Atleti leaps backwards when it's done, and his intent to join the dance gets sidetracked. He ends up wide-eyed and mobbed by small ones.
He couldn't be more uncomfortable if he tried. He looks like he's hyperventaliting as they invade his SPACE. His PERSONAL SPACE.
Oh. Oh GOD. The daring, the howl suddenly falls at his feet and his muscles freeze awkwardly.
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'The Avenger?' Duncan mouths the title silently. He glances at Munch again to say something...then seems to reconsider. Mouth still open, he turns towards Hun'Rar instead. "As warnames go, it's really not that bad. IF you can live up to it," he adds.
Munch partakes of the offerings, but it still feels sorta wrong to eat someone he didn't kill himself. Still, social requirements and all. The booze aren't bad, but way too high of a water content for someone who prefers RockBiters ale... it's actaully meant to etch stone, but dwarves drink it anyway... because dwarves.
Astaren steps his way back putting plenty of space between him and the howlers. "My ears..." sighing as he rubs his head and finds himself a nice safe out of the way spot.
As Durrankar tears off a hunk and eats the meat, one of the other Sith-makar walks up, and partly-bows a bit, "Excussse me." And he yanks the meat away from Durrankar and the other hand beckons, "Sssa we would not let you eat thiss."
And As Durrankar watches, two Sith hurry over with a spit between them. A whole roasted pig, still hot and crackling from the fire. "For you and your cihuaa. Without you two..." The Sith shakes his head and looks down, "You will not eat that... garbage. Only the best for you tonight. I have seen to it personally." A thump of the tail.
The small children are still crowding the small space of Atleti, "IT REALLY IS YOU!" One of them pulls on Atleti's tail.
"Can you show me how to fight like you?"
"Can you show me how you did that?"
"YOU ARE SO COOL!"
Of course to the uninitiated to the Sith language it probably would sound a bit like a pit of snakes or... something?
Hun'rar gladly takes part in the food but doesn't touch the booze. "You know... he probably has all kinds of stories. Also chocolate." he says firmly to the younglings in the Sith language.
"...rrraugh," Atleti says, half a snarl, half escaped breath. The sound has a chill and thickness to it, and he's moving back just as fast. Here, tonight--TONIGHT, is a charged setting--with Fire, with Celebrations. Magic is thick in the air, the sense of accomplishment, the dancers, and howl of celebrations--and that energy affects him too, curls inside him as he scrambles backwards.
Can calm some, once there's space again. His chest heaves.
"No," he says slowly. And then bares his teeth, in a warrior's smile. "But I will dansse with you." Hun'rar. Hun'rar gets a LOOK. It says: YOU ARE NOT HELPING.
Durrankar looks ready to tear into the one who yanked the meat out of his hand....until they present him with the roast pig.....and Durrankar takes a calming breath. "Thank you." he then looks at the steak. "make sure that gets eaten as well....." He even cuts strips off of the roast pig.
The roasted pig is only the first part, soon several small casks are brought of alcohol for Durrankar, then pans, fragrant dishes in all variety - both new and old (the theme of the evening really). Tables are set up, just for Durrankar, his family, and whoever they might want to invite. It's clear by a few looks that the smell of the food is definitely a step up.
"I'll dance with you." Comes the words from behind Atleti in a decidedly feminine Sith tone. Because, of course, why would it be any easier for him tonight?
"You have chocolate too?!" The calls are already starting up thanks to Hun'rar, but the female Sith-makar is also quiet intent of pulling Atleti away for herself. ROCK AND A HARD PLACE!
"The Rainbow Dragon...!" Comes the hissed words and people clear away from the alcohol table in advance of Sandy.
"...I am never going to lvie that down," says Sandy, a hand going over her face.
Her good cheer is ABRUPTLY ended. Ofor the moment.
Astaren chuckles and shakes his head. A quick few twiches of his hands and he whispers words for Atleti, "I have chocolate if they start demanding." his voice heard behind Atleti's ear, and then a chuckle. Astaren himself glances up to the sky with a thoughtful hmmm, and then a grin over towards Sandy.
Alteti's demeanor changes when he's addressed. He dips his muzzle, the shoulders bowing. "Thiss one would be honored," he says to the female scaled. He glances at Astaren, and shares a grin before he's led away. He's here to dance. To celebrate. To, for tonight, enjoy being alive.
And solve the Charneth's deadly puzzle tomorrow night.
Munch considers. He's slain demons, spared with angels, and eaten gods... well, demi-gods... well, they called themsevles demi-gods.... but Sandy is just plain dangerous. And yet.... he edges closer.
Durrankar stands there and.....stares for a couple of minutes. "It is.....my duty to defend Mictlan. How was that day any different from any other day?" he then shakes his head, but does have one of his little ones...the female, eat pieces of the pig. he has some foul water....but not much. hatchlings are nearby...
"You didn't defend Mictlan, you defended us." The Sith-makar says to Durrankar, a nod of his head, and he beckons - several Sith soon follow and they're more than happy to cut the pig and portion out parts of the side dishes for those invited to Durrankar and Un'eth's corner. "You protected us as we escaped to the portal. Without you, this would be far less about life."
The female Sith thumps her tail as she looks to Atleti, the eyes say it all.
They say 'OH MY GODS I AM GOING TO DANCE WITH ATLETI!!!!' because she clearly is taking this as the first step accomplished.
The Speaker caste soon comes by where Atleti was and looks about, "Sssa..." Then a look to Astaren, "Excussse me, can you tell me where Atleti got off to? I have... papersss for him."
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Astaren hmmms a moment, "Oh those, he is over there. Dancing with the ladies, each one seeming to want to bed him tonight. reasons like this is why I like to keep any of my accomplishments in teh shadows. Done a good job of that so far." shrugging his shoulders, "Oh right, yea there." Pointing this time instead of just saying, "Enjoy."
Durrankar says, "You are mictlan. The land is Mictlan, but Mictlan is more about the people that are here. Unity........is why we are here." He seems to try to defend himself verbally, but in truth, he is rather flattered......"
Atleti soon joins arm-and-tail with the scaled there. He lands from a maneuver someone had thrown him into, not the best dancer, but not the worst of the worst. He makes up for it with an almost snarling enthusiasm that speaks of an warrior-caste angry at himself, and the world around him. The Charneth had gotten through, and he can't forget that.
It's easy to lead him off, in other words. Easy for him to get lost, tonight. He throws his heart into it, or his tail as it were. Don't think, don't think.
Un'eth has disconnected.
Munch doesn't dance. Instead, he mearly edges up to Sandy, all casual like. "So.... what's this about a Rainbow Dragon?" he inquires. Because of course he does.
Hun'rar for his part is happy to watch and partake of the food, although not so much the drink. Although mention of a Rainbow Dragon does have him slide just a bit closer, although just out of fireball area of Munch. Just in case.
The one course of food leads to the next, and the desserts are brought out. Cobblers for those more new minded, and the more traditional Sith recipes for those that aren't. Of course the refreshing of alcohol as well, and the changing of types. A number of new mixers come out, including one that is titled after Sandy's namesake.
THE RAINBOW DRAGON COCKTAIL!
Sure to knock you on your butt and leave you breathing fire (Made with Ghost Peppers)!
Munch eyes.... grabs a glass of that new cocktail... sounds like something he'd enjoy.
Eventually though, Atleti ends up coming back around. He grabs someone's hand as he exits--who is it?--and pulls them into the fray, exchanging places with them and probably sending the sith tumbling into the arms and tail of another. Civilization's a veneer, tonight. But beyond it and beneath it is the wild of Am'shere's jungles, and the promise of its celebrations.
He comes out of it, breathing hard. Points to Hun'rar, as though to say, I see you. And I owe you one for that chocolate comment. Because he's in that kind of mood, and he recognizes in the other, warrior-caste like himself.
Sandy, of course, has gotten drinks. She is already putting them away. She needs them after the fiftieth questionabout whether or not she can really breathe rainbows.
SO MUCH.
Munch blinks again. "No, really, I missed whatever the whole mess is about. Is this about the clone? Evil twin? Slightly-less-evil twin? That's still a thing, right?"
Astaren watches from his nice spot out of the way, clearly amused by everything.
Sandy has disconnected.
Hun'rar looks at Atleti with a smile before walking closer, shoulders back until he is mere inches from the shorter Sith. "You dance pretty well, very graceful and flowing. Perhaps you should be wearing a crown of flowers for all the pretty girls? Wouldn't that be nice?"
Sandy has connected.
Munch blinks again. "No, really, I missed whatever the whole mess is about. Is this about the clone? Evil twin? Slightly-less-evil twin? That's still a thing, right?" <repose>
The smoke-tinted sith drops his jaw in a grin. Atleti glances sideways towards some of the dancers, and then back to Hun'rar. Gives a lift of his jaw. Get out there, that says. He reaches for one of the drinks himself, lungs on fire, but in a good way. A damn good way.
"You sshould be out there, not over here, with thiss-warrior," he says to the other. And lower, "How do you feel about a bit of a sspar?" Because it isn't a party if the warriors can't act like fools, to try to impress someone. Or someones. And if his dancing didn't seal it, Atleti is totally that fool, at least tonight.
"...something like that," says Sandy to Munch dryly. "I have an evil twin, yes, of sorts. Claims to be my grandmother." She makes a face. "But that wasn't HER doing. Not this time, anyway." She looks sick to hre stomach for a moment. And then washes that away with ALCOHOL.
Munch says, "....so the rainbows was all you? Or whatever?"
"It's how a spell manifested. UNFORTUNTELY," says Sandy, giving Munch a loo kas if she dares him comment further.
Munch ahs, and nods. He doesn't -really- understand, but, magic. That's explaination enough.
Durrankar is steadily cuting piece of the pig for himself...as well as Un'eth. It's been cooked, and smoked, well.......
Hun'rar grins at Atleti "Oh I leave the dancing to the women and artists but if you want to have a little fun... well how can I say no?" he says with a chuckle.
The speaker caste finally catches up with Atleti, and then it's handing a scroll, "I have heard the otherss couldn't make it." He nods his head and looks around, catching that there are several of the female persuasion that are looking in Atleti's direction still, as well as the children that are slowly starting to move his direction.
"Thiss iss paperss telling all what you have done." A nod, "You are... recognized. You are warrior caste. You are-" a pause, a thought, and then a thump of the tail, "You are home."
Atleti's answer is short-cut by the speaker coming up to him. And then there's paper in his claws. He stares at like he doesn't know what it's doing, or why it's there. The words the speaker shares are too, too much to process. So he does what any warrior would do.
He swallows hard. And, turns back to the things he knows as he throws a strike Hun'rar's way. It's a fluid, showy motion that invites Hun'rar to dodge at the last minute. Power. Performance, and it's completely a show, as much as it is skill. Stop. Thinking.
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Hun'rar takes the punch on the chin and staggers a little. Although he still smiles and returns the punch with a tackle, which quickly turns into something a little less like a tackle and more like a hug. "It is your day then! Would be rude to shame you!"
Munch perks up. "Fight? Fight!" Maybe it is his kind of party.
Alteti staggers as the tempo's changed, but he goes with it. His lungs are on fire, and there's celebration, mana in the air around them. "It'ss a trade," he says to Hun'rar, low-voiced. His voice is lighter, the eyes...lighter. And he indicates some of the scaled in the dancing circles with a thrust of his jaw. "We make eachother look good, warrior. The sscaled are not one-way, for one persson for glory for themsselves."
And after a moment, he holds out his hand, in semblance of a softskin's handshake. "Warrior."
Duncan takes a swig from a metallic flask. "It's not a fight," he grunts. Then he forces a chuckle. "Well, I suppose it is. And the best kind, really. Between friends." He's certainly had a few good fights with his friends.
Hun'rar grips Alteti's hand in a firm handshake and squeezes to test his strength against his "Yes I suppose we do. Warrior." he adds with a chuckle. "This is a very very good day."
Alteti clasps it in turn, a fighter's look in his eyes. Another gesture towards the dancing. "I think one of them sssaw you." He's trying to get Hun'rar into trouble?
He's trying to get Hun'rar into trouble. He thumps the other man on the back, between the shoulders, and heads into the fray again. Tonight, celebrate. Throat open, and arms out. Howl to the dragonbones, and let loose the fire!
Sandy eyes Munch.
She jsut eyes him. "Don't. SAy. A Word," she says,, bluntly, to him. Not that he's added anything else. T hen she's just eyeing the others, warily, just in case they want to say something about the ONE TIME she had to cast prismatic spells as a dragon. ONCE!!
Astaren shakes his head and chuckles. Standing back up he stretches and starts to wonder off, "Last thing I want is to get caught up in where things are going."
Munch fights with his friends all the time. That's what friends are for, right? And Sandy. But she fights mean. Still, it's a celebration. Throwing back his head, the metal man roars himself. It's a little like a chainsaw going through sheet metal. It's a happy noise.
One of the Sith bows a few times and averts their eyes as they offer a cup of the alcohol to Sandy, "Sso ssorry. Pleasse excusse. Sso ssorry, pleasse for you. For you, Rainbow Dragon." Both name and drink.
Hun'rar looks at the fire and shakes his head "I do not burn hot enough to breathe fire nor do I take part in drink that clouds the mind. But you, you are part a proper part of this celebration. Have fun."
And. Leap. Alteti doesn't leap into the fire, not like some. But he moves around the central flame, until he can't feel his legs any longer, and his throat is raw.
Ga'Elian has arrived.
Astaren glances back as he is leaving and chuckles, "Oh my, that is getting crazy." Then he holds up his hand as he whispers a few words. His hand glowing blue, then shifting to a rainbow of patterns. With one last whisper, several streams of colored light flare up into the sky. Exploding in dazzling displays of fireworks, snapdragon fireworks to be exact. Then Astaren turns and disappears into the shadows created by the dancing flames.
Hun'rar has disconnected.
SAndy sighs.
She has the drink.
Down the hatch it goes in its entirety. In one big old gulp.
Did I mention that Sandy's drink is made with Ghost Peppers? Because it is. Lots of them.
Ga'Elian walks into the gathering, looking around. As he spots Kisaiya, he sneaks behind her, puts his hunting horn to his lips, and blows a sudden blast.
Kisaiya lets out a shriek and runs off, because Kisa wasn't really meaning to stay anyway! She was just here to make sure the alcohol and food didn't run out.
Astaren goes home.
Astaren has left.
Durrankar is enjoying the food at the table as well as the drink being provided. He makes sure Un'eth and his children get plenty as well.....food that is.
Ga'Elian has reconnected.
Ga'Elian watches Kisaiya retreat, but also sees the drinks being poured. He calls out, "I'll track you down, Princess, but just to give you a sporting chance, I think I'll sample the libations first." Then he walks up to a bartender and asks, "What can you blend for me to make me see rainbow-spewing dragons?"
Munch says, "Fairly sure water will cover that at the moment. But the Rainbow Dragon Cocktail is pretty good. It has ghostly pepeprs, or something. Spicy."
The people that are preparing drinks simply stare at Elian for a moment, then with a furrow of their brow ridges one of them hands him a drink "Rainbow Dragon?" And then points toward the Rainbow Dragon. Because... there you go! Two Rainbow Dragons!
Durrankar is still eating food, but then one of the little ones groggily crawls on top of Durrankar's head and promptly flops down. Then lets out a belch that is.....much larger than her size. "Ssssssomeone ate well....." he thumps his tail....
Ga'Elian looks at Munch, then at the 2 rainbow dragons. "Ah, yes. I see. Well, water isn't very exciting is it?" He grabs up a mug of brandy and looks it. "Blackberry? Why not." Takes a deep swig.
Ga'Elian has partially disconnected.
Munch considers and nods. "Water can be exciting, but not in a glass. Well, maybe, but I'm not thinking of how."
The festivities continue, with the dessert section fading into more just drinking. The dancing grows wilder the music more at a whim of change than anything else. The food is still there, but it's not catered to as much anymore (except Durrankar's corner, that one is being watched like a hawk by his attendants for the evening). The people who were manning the food instead partake in it, and the drink. The Rainbow Dragon is definitely a popular drink tonight. And every couple toasts is one to the REAL Rainbow Dragon, who probably isn't far away.
Belladona has arrived.
Ga'Elian waves
Durrankar looks over and thumps his tail, especially as another of his younglings passes out from so much good food. "Looks like we'll have a lot of food to share, Cihuaa....."