The Elvish feast. //Open role play thread

[forestwalker]

Amilnam entered Greatgaunt from the Bramble and she was muttering under her breath. She had two heavy, bulging rucksacks over her shoulders. She walked slowly, clearly struggling under the weight. 

She dropped the bags on the floor by the table in the centre of Greatgaunt. She pulled a well folded cloth from her cloak and threw it over the table, adjusting it to cover the Table's surface. She lowered her hips to the floor, her feet remaining flat to the ground, and she opened the bags. She began removing leaf wrapped parcels from her bags and placed them on the table. Once the bags where empty she rolled them up and tucked them away. She unwrapped the parcels on the table to reveal a variety of meats which seemed to mostly be a variety of cured, jerked and smoked Venison and Pork. She had also prepared a variety of fresh vegetables and left them on the table. 

She turned to look over the small audience which had gathered to watch the strange Elvish woman piling food on the table. She offered a hesitant smile to them all and then spoke in a soft voice. 

People of Greatgaunt! These foods have been provided by the Selderine, please enjoy them! These animals where the old and the weak from some of the local herds and they where culled so that the herds may prosper and grow stronger. I do not ask for your money I only ask that you and your loved ones are well fed and that you all enjoy Nature's bounty. 

Amilnam then moves away from the table so that others may eat. She moves over to the body of water and sits down. Her boots are removed and she sits quietly with her feet in the water.

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Adrian approached her, giving her a weary half smile. Setting down his pack, he slumped a respectable distance away from her.

"With the harvest bein' disrupted with all the conflict about here, lotta folk r' gonna be thankful fer even one meal that ain't costin' coin r' sweat. Good on ye fer that."

His accent was that of extreme low Cormyrant, which might lend to an air of simplicity about him.

"So, ye bag all them game by yersself, 'r there a group a ye 'Kessirs that're doin' this fer the good a' folk round here?"

Throughout his interaction with her, he occupied himself with pulling, a well worn pipe from a satchel at his side, and packing it with dried tobacco.

[forestwalker]

Amilnam looked up as Adrian approached. She showed obvious suspicion but quickly relaxed when he positioned himself "a respectable distance away from her". She idly kicked her feet in the water, wriggling her toes. In her lap was a holy symbol of Solonor which she was rolling through her hands and fidgeting with. To ease social anxiety, perhaps? She blinked a few times. Both eyes. Left eye. Right eye. After Adrian had finished speaking she offered a slight nod before talking.

These where not "game" She said with a sincere, warm smile. These where the weak and the old. It is an unfortunate reality that within the Wild the old and the weak will slow a herd down. Make them weaker. This results in those who Trophy Hunt having an easier time and being able to destroy entire herds for profit. This in turn weakens the natural environment. Solonor teaches us to create a stronger herd by humanely killing the weak and the old for the greater good of the Herd.

She went silent for a few moments as she looked to her lap. She then looked back to Adrian with a sincerely warm smile.

But I suppose you did not want a lesson in Theology, I apologise for that. I culled them myself and I prepared them and then cooked them myself, as is the Or-Tel-Quessir way. She nods. And I gave the food to the village because it was the right thing to do. The Or-Tel-Quessir are taught from a young age to use all of what you kill rather than killing for the sake of killing. We live from the land. There was far to much food for just myself so after I had taken what I needed the rest had to go somewhere or else it would be wasted. This was the nearest village and it has been through hard times recently. It just made sense. She offers a nod, still smiling. 

She looked around for a moment before speaking again. 

I have seen some of the Tel-Quessir around but I have not been able to speak to them as of yet, they have been busy in conversation. I have spent most of my adult life in solitude, wandering the lands. This has resulted in large social gatherings being quite a struggle for me. 

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He chuckled as he listened to her, giving a small shake of his head. He himself had the appearance of someone who spent a good deal of time in the wilds. Pinned on the middleweight padded tunic he wore was a small pewter pin, cast in the shape of a Unicorn, the symbol of Mielikki. Checking to ensure he was giving the consideration of behind downwind of her, he struck up a tindertwig, and lit his pipe, giving it a few puffs to get it going. Speaking around the pipe, he replied.

"Know what yer sayin'. Spent a lot a' time workin' the land myself. Times got lean, turned t' huntin' where I could. Not lookin' fer heads t' mount, jes food fer my folk t' get through the winters. Wound up leadin' t' me gettin' a charter, n' that's what I'm doin' now; headin out, helpin keep the troublemakers in check, jes doin' the right thing where I can. I run with a few folk here n' there that think the same. Know a few a yer kind too. Good folk."

He made a thoughtful noise, looking out to the fields beyond the stream.

"Not sure you know, been a lot a trouble 'bout here a' late. Lords been squabblin', army got raised n' more n' a few battles got fought. Buncha' food went t' the soldiers, and a' course there's a lot a them that ain't ever comin' back t' their fields n cattle. I'm not sure if those fancy lords n' ladies know yet, but it's startin' t' get a bit chilly at night. Frost is comin' and part a' me wonder's if there's gonna be enough grain t' keep the cities n' towns fed. Folks out here, they know how t' find food if need be; jes' concerned about them what live behind the walls and ain't spent a night under a tree in their life. Hard times might be comin'."

He gave her a weary smile, before extending a hand to her.

"But, pardon the rudeness. Never gave ye my name. Folks call me Adrian, suppose the last name could be Farmerson 'r somesuch, but down where I'm from, most a' us just got the one name. A pleasure t' meet ye."

[forestwalker]

She eyes the hand for a few moments with a confused expression, clearly not aware of this tradition. She eventually sets her hand to his and lets him take the lead, still unsure. 

I am Amilnam. Ranger of the High Forest, servant of Solonor. It is a sad truth that in the land grabs and squabbles of the Powerful always leads to the death of those without political power. I have heard some bits in relation to the recent troubles but I tend not involve myself. 

Famine and war are so interwoven that I doubt one can exist without the other. I will try to provide the Soup Kitchens with meat as I have it. That should help ease the transition, at least a little. 

It is good to hear that there is a group of individuals dedicated to protecting the local Woodlands. A lot of people do not realise how vital they are to survival... they prefer to use them in the fires of industry. It is unfortunate but that is reality. Greed takes over sense, unfortunately. 

*She nods, looking to the north. The expression on her face would suggest she is deep in thought. 

[Animayhem]

Marister had just arrived in the square, his ears perking to the sound of  his brother Adrian and the Elven woman.

He approaches them both with a warm smile.   "Hail brother! he calls to Adrian.  To Amilnam  he gave a traditional greeting in Elven( his Elven a wood elf accent) along with the hand to his heart.

" Hello, I could not help but hear you are a Forestwalker of the Warden.  I am Marister of Mielikki, the Forest Queen , also a Forestwalker, I honor and respect the Warden as well."

He smiled warmly to both.

[forestwalker]

Amilnam shifts uncomfortably as another joins them. She moves over a little in an attempt to keep a little distance between them and herself. She seems genuinely uncomfortable rather than simply being rude. She lowers her head towards Marister.

Hello Marister, pleasure to meet you! I am Amilnam, Ranger of the High Forest and servant of Solonor. She indicates the table. Please help yourself to food. You sound like you have spent time with the Or-Tel-Quessir. Some of the tastes and flavors may be familiar to you. 

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He glanced up to Marister with a smile, after giving Amilnam's hand a ginger shake, and releasing.

"Ey' there brother. Looks like we've someone else providin' the food t'day, though I'm letting the lesser off folks get the choice of the spread. Was just mentionin' the people I ran with."

He turned his eyes back to Amilnam, and motioned up towards Marister.

"He's one a' the ones I'm with more often than not. Good people too."

[forestwalker]

Amilnam nods to the two with a sincere smile. 

Pleasure to meet you both, do you both frequently put feasts on the for the Village?

[Animayhem]

Marister smiled and answered, " We have,but not here. We hold a spring festival and provide free food and entertainment for any who come. ear the King's Forest Area,

You are correct as I spent time with a clan of Or-tel-quessir in the forests of Mount Waterdeep near the Lathander shrine."

Marister looked over the table and smiled, some of the foods brought back childhood memories.  He takes a small piece of Tekrue and warps it is a piece of lembas bread and stands next to Adrian as to not crowd the Elfess.

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((Still interested in continuing. It’s just time for bed ))

[Animayhem]

Azura had to returned to Greatgaunt and had entered the square and smiled at the Elf and the food on the table. A'zu'ra was not the typical Moon Eklf as her skin had a slight blue tintito it her hair was blue and long and cascaded down her back.

She  looked around and saw others in the square.  Adrian and she knew and the man with him with the unicorn on his cloak must be the ranger people talk about. She smiled and nodded to the two men.

She then approached the Elfess but gave her space and greeted her in Elven and used the hand to the heart gesture.  She then reverted to common a warm smile still on her face.

" Well met cousin, I am A'zu'ra, Sorceress and Priestess of Hanli. Be welcome here."  She stayed were she was and allowed the Elfess to speak when she was ready."

[forestwalker]

OOC: I will be replying at some point. The last few days have been really busy for me.

[forestwalker]

Amilnam offered a smile to the newcomer. She nodded once with the fingertips of one hand pressed to her chin.

Thank you for the warm welcome, Kin. It is greatly appreciated. Please, help yourself to food, but let the villagers take their fill first. They are in greater need.

Amilnam looked Marketer over with an appraising eye as he spoke about the food. She nodded in acknowledgement as he described what food he saw. She then looked back out across the water. 

[nemusator]

Hearing about the feast, Chell would ride on his horse, spreading news to orphans, beggars and hungry in general.



Once his work is done, he would slowly approach Amilnam.

*bows*

'' You of such noble heart... May Milil forever inspire you...''

[styxxbone1]

*Hearing about the Feet, Furin would wonder if they are pickled Feet, smoked or slow roasted, warning beggars, buggers and the hungry not to eat Elfish Feet as they are probably infested with Pixie mites and Elfish Fleas. And who knows where they have been...*


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