Saturday, January 30, 2010

Simple Role Play

Erebos is a place where anything can happen, even when you are doing the most mundane things. I had just finished setting up the faery mushroom ring for Sunday's Fae Fest and was discussing the upcoming event with our Queen when the evil drow Hawk appeared on a hill above us.

This is an excellent example of impromptu role play. There were no IMs regarding the outcome of the role play; we just played it as we saw it.

The Actors:
Hawk Repine, Drow
Casandra Shilova, Queen of the Erebos Fae
Emyly Beaumont, Fae

[18:44] Hawk Repine grins a little as he sees the Fae below.
[18:44] Emyly Beaumont notices the drow
[18:45] Emyly Beaumont says: Cas wake up
[18:45] Casandra Shilova shakes her head
[18:45] Hawk Repine fingers his dagger... and moves slowly closer.
[18:45] Emyly Beaumont grins: Hawk has come to dance in our faery circle
[18:46] Hawk Repine's eyes narrow.
[18:46] Hawk Repine: I have come to dance but not in your circle..*grins evilly*
[18:46] Emyly Beaumont moves into the circle and says: this is the only place I dance
[18:47] Casandra Shilova backs away from the look in Hawk's eyes
[18:48] Hawk Repine: I hear the citizens of Erebos are outraged as to the events around Justine.. is this be true?
[18:48] Emyly Beaumont watches Hawk stand just outside the magic ring
[18:48] Casandra Shilova: it is
[18:48] Casandra Shilova moves further into the circle
[18:49] Casandra Shilova begins dancing with Emy
[18:49] Hawk Repine: watches the two.. as his anger grow.. "you best not be dancing now as I will be cutting off your wings!" *he draws his sword*
[18:50] Casandra Shilova looks at him
[18:50] Casandra Shilova: this is a fae circle. it is enchanted
[18:50] Hawk Repine looks at the circle
[18:50] Emyly Beaumont wonders if Hawk dares cross into the faery ring
[18:50] Casandra Shilova: you can not cross over it with harmful intent and have it work to your advantage
[18:51] Hawk Repine looks at the Fae and then the circle.. "I best not cross this line.. no tellin' what you two have set up here"
[18:52] Emyly Beaumont says: it is just a faery circle, and smiles
[18:52] Hawk Repine: turns and walks away.. "there will be another day" *his eyes narrow as he walks away*
[18:52] Casandra Shilova: ...because she really does not want harm to come to Hawk, nods to him

Even though Casandra is Seelie, I think she is too nice to Hawk who always wants to cut off fae wings. I much prefer throwing berries at him....

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Twelfth Night Feast

Collar of Brawn (pork medallions)
Assorted Cooked Sausages
Mustard Sauce
Garlic Sauce
Soft Cheese

Chicken Almond
Saffron Rice
Asparagus in Orange Sauce

Fried Pork
Tarte of Beans (similar to refried beans)
Buttered Cauliflower

Spit Roasted Steak
Pepper Sauce
Mushrooms with Leeks
Cheese Lasagna

Apple Tarte
Pear Tarte
Mince Tarte (nut & fruit)
Elderberry Cheescake
Jellied Quince
Honey Pralines

Emy patted her stomach again and groaned. Over the two hour duration of the meal she had tried everything on the menu except the meats and the beans and had eaten a piece of each of the desserts. She had filled up the cracks with pomegranate flavored water and had fallen asleep as soon as she arrived home. Now, nearly 8 hours later, she was still feeling replete and vowed not to touch another piece of food for another couple of hours. But she wished she had the recipe for pomegranate water...

Twelfth Night Celebration

Emy patted her belly and groaned. The winter had been hard and cold. Snow covered the land for much of the early winter and the berries she could find to eat had been withered on the vine. Her stomach grumbled and growled for much of the time and it seemed as if she would never get enough to eat. But yesterday she and the Queen of the Fae had attended Twelfth Night in a distant realm. Upon arrival, Emy was delighted to learn that a feast would be prepared and made arrangements with the keeper of the gate to attend the feast, hours away, but welcome nonetheless. Emy had taken the precaution of packing some of her paints and gilding supplies in her pouch and was pleased to see that a table had been set aside for the use of those who wished to pursue the scribal arts. She claimed a spot by simply setting her paintbox on the table and flew off to say hello to old friends and new. The Queen of the Fae, although not honored with that title in this realm, had already located friends and was chatting away, renewing old friendships and making new ones. Emy visited the vendors who had set up gaily colored wares for sale. She peered into every available bin, looking for shiny things, but finding only natural dyed linen threads, books, lengths of brilliant cloth and the odd bit of clothing she sighed and headed for the table where she pulled out her paints to prepare a picture for the addition of her favorite shiny gold leaf.

A gracious lady in waiting to the Baroness who was hosting the event (with her husband the Baron) offered Emy an invitation to the Reception being held in her honor, so she wandered over and partook of many sweet and lighted spiced delicacies , many of which were new to her. She chatted with some new arrivals and then retreated to the table where she once again became absorbed in her painting while she listened to the Bardic Competition and marveled at the songs that were sung and the stories that were told.

While Emy was listening to these marvelous fabrications, she received a visit from a woman who asked her many questions about the type of gold that had been used in a particular scroll on display on the Arts table. Emy chatted amiably with her, not realizing she was a Laurel of the Queens Arms (and a far more experienced gilder than herself) until the woman beside her revealed this in a whisper. Although awed by the presence of so learned a person, Emy managed to maintain intelligent conversation and offered the woman a couple of sheets of her highly prized shiny gold leaf for her to play with.

A trio of musicians set up in a corner of the hall and Emy's heart began to leap. Now was the time for the dancing to begin! Alas, she could not secure a partner and was forced to watch as all the men in the hall began to dance with their ladies. But Emy watched carefully, noticing many new steps and enjoying the music and laughter. Eventually the musicians and dancers retired to the edge of the hall in preparation for Court of the Baron and Baroness. Becoming a bit hungry by now, Emy squirmed in her seat as she watched the peerage recognize those who had worked on behalf of the event and the Barony. Scrolls and prizes were awarded and Court was mercifully brief. Emy awaited Feast with great anticipation...