Post by Ringulf on Dec 18, 2010 22:35:15 GMT -5
The Tournament had ended.
Wounds were light but bruises were plentiful, many drowned their disappointments but most were actually quite gracious whether winners or losers, and toasted the victors.
There was a strong spirit of celebration and camaraderie on the parts of most of the Taverns denizens this evening.
The Barmaid was joined by two others this evening as the Tavern was just about filled to capacity.
The Ale flowed and the proprietor had broken out a barrel of mead that had been sent along to the fair from Smidja Darkwater in the Name of Valkyrie Forge. It's excellence was unsurpassed as it was not the normal fare for Whiteby, ale and beer being more popular as "locally made" beverages. But it was very appropriate as the Skandians had made a good showing in this fair. Several even sat midst the crown and nursed their steins of Mead from their homeland.
Geir was sitting with Finn who had done remarkably well business wise and showed herself a tough competitor on the battlefield as well. Of course many Archers and Rangers came over and congratulated Geir, who was happy and pleased but seemed to also be a bit shy and reserved.
Aribjorn was his normal exuberant self and bought rounds for his friends and opponents alike.
Ringulf sat with Fin and Geir also savoring the Meade as well as the company.
Mylia drifted between them and the table with Aribjorn as he was making quite a fuss over she and Tory and Tam.
Omensinger sat at a table full of Burly men at arms and saucy wenches drinking and toasting, He was aglow with drink and good spirits and was most affectionate to the saucy wench on his own lap, the beautiful Lea Goldsmith. He had already Toasted Henry in congratulations and sang a ballad concerning his victory.
Heathbruin also was alive with drink and good spirits and apologized profusely for the crowning he had given Lea, bringing she and Omen drinks almost continuously.
He joyfully capered doing a Highland dance on the table and then pulling Henry, Ryan and Fisk up who did their best to follow his sprightly (if one could actually call one of that size spiritedly) footwork but due to drink and weariness looked rather comical. At on point a leg on the table could not handle the strain and buckled out pitching the entire lot (a rather cumbersome combined weight, on to the floor and the laps of the gregarious female assembled around them. The leg was fixed immediately and the Tavern keeper was given a generous amount for the wear and tear of the evenings activities.
There was another party using the private back room but eventually even those Rangers came out to enjoy the merriment.
Tory joined Mylia and Aribjorn for some of the toasting too.
Crowley came and sat down quietly next to Ringulf and in a low somewhat troubled voice said, "Well it seems as that big cabin in Marshwood is going to be pretty crowded this Yuletide, I may even stop by myself if Meade like this is being served!" He stayed for a while but then disappeared up to his room before things got to out of hand. He wanted the Rangers present to enjoy themselves. Before he went thought he walked around to the other side of the table and put out his hand to young Geir.
"That was as fine an exhibition of marksmanship as I have ever seen in one your age, I would recommend that you attend the Gathering and submit your name for the apprentice program,
and if no one wants to pick you up, send me a message, I'll take you!" He said with a wink, knowing an endorsement like that and the favor of Cassandra's token along with his obvious ability was going to make him a hot commodity for any mentors with availabilities.
Geir was not quite sure what to say as Ringulf had told him that Crowley was kind of a Tough old bird. So he stood up and shook the commandant's hand and said,
"Thank you sir it was an honor to receive de token and to hear I might stand a chance to become a ranger even at my age."
"Well it's not like you have come to us as a babe in the woods! I don't see your late entry as an issue, but we will see! Goodnight!"
There were many other tables fill with other parties both public and private and each had their own story, A large fighter type sat in the corner with a scruffy looking street kid, cleaned up a bit and seeming somewhat uncomfortable in real clothing.
and others as the night progressed. it was a fitting end to a very interesting Harvest fair and many would say afterwords that so many new friends were made and events were enjoyed as well as a brisk turn of trade, that it was one of the best they had seen in years.
There was even much talk of how eager all were to think that another such opportunity was near upon them in Norgate and how exited many were at the possibilities.
Wounds were light but bruises were plentiful, many drowned their disappointments but most were actually quite gracious whether winners or losers, and toasted the victors.
There was a strong spirit of celebration and camaraderie on the parts of most of the Taverns denizens this evening.
The Barmaid was joined by two others this evening as the Tavern was just about filled to capacity.
The Ale flowed and the proprietor had broken out a barrel of mead that had been sent along to the fair from Smidja Darkwater in the Name of Valkyrie Forge. It's excellence was unsurpassed as it was not the normal fare for Whiteby, ale and beer being more popular as "locally made" beverages. But it was very appropriate as the Skandians had made a good showing in this fair. Several even sat midst the crown and nursed their steins of Mead from their homeland.
Geir was sitting with Finn who had done remarkably well business wise and showed herself a tough competitor on the battlefield as well. Of course many Archers and Rangers came over and congratulated Geir, who was happy and pleased but seemed to also be a bit shy and reserved.
Aribjorn was his normal exuberant self and bought rounds for his friends and opponents alike.
Ringulf sat with Fin and Geir also savoring the Meade as well as the company.
Mylia drifted between them and the table with Aribjorn as he was making quite a fuss over she and Tory and Tam.
Omensinger sat at a table full of Burly men at arms and saucy wenches drinking and toasting, He was aglow with drink and good spirits and was most affectionate to the saucy wench on his own lap, the beautiful Lea Goldsmith. He had already Toasted Henry in congratulations and sang a ballad concerning his victory.
Heathbruin also was alive with drink and good spirits and apologized profusely for the crowning he had given Lea, bringing she and Omen drinks almost continuously.
He joyfully capered doing a Highland dance on the table and then pulling Henry, Ryan and Fisk up who did their best to follow his sprightly (if one could actually call one of that size spiritedly) footwork but due to drink and weariness looked rather comical. At on point a leg on the table could not handle the strain and buckled out pitching the entire lot (a rather cumbersome combined weight, on to the floor and the laps of the gregarious female assembled around them. The leg was fixed immediately and the Tavern keeper was given a generous amount for the wear and tear of the evenings activities.
There was another party using the private back room but eventually even those Rangers came out to enjoy the merriment.
Tory joined Mylia and Aribjorn for some of the toasting too.
Crowley came and sat down quietly next to Ringulf and in a low somewhat troubled voice said, "Well it seems as that big cabin in Marshwood is going to be pretty crowded this Yuletide, I may even stop by myself if Meade like this is being served!" He stayed for a while but then disappeared up to his room before things got to out of hand. He wanted the Rangers present to enjoy themselves. Before he went thought he walked around to the other side of the table and put out his hand to young Geir.
"That was as fine an exhibition of marksmanship as I have ever seen in one your age, I would recommend that you attend the Gathering and submit your name for the apprentice program,
and if no one wants to pick you up, send me a message, I'll take you!" He said with a wink, knowing an endorsement like that and the favor of Cassandra's token along with his obvious ability was going to make him a hot commodity for any mentors with availabilities.
Geir was not quite sure what to say as Ringulf had told him that Crowley was kind of a Tough old bird. So he stood up and shook the commandant's hand and said,
"Thank you sir it was an honor to receive de token and to hear I might stand a chance to become a ranger even at my age."
"Well it's not like you have come to us as a babe in the woods! I don't see your late entry as an issue, but we will see! Goodnight!"
There were many other tables fill with other parties both public and private and each had their own story, A large fighter type sat in the corner with a scruffy looking street kid, cleaned up a bit and seeming somewhat uncomfortable in real clothing.
and others as the night progressed. it was a fitting end to a very interesting Harvest fair and many would say afterwords that so many new friends were made and events were enjoyed as well as a brisk turn of trade, that it was one of the best they had seen in years.
There was even much talk of how eager all were to think that another such opportunity was near upon them in Norgate and how exited many were at the possibilities.