Posts by Cole.

Braid some flowers in for good measures.

Tiny yellow ones.

she lik the birb

Kestrel: I can excuse the cat but why is this man licking me.

Is your dog snuffles.

PESTER PRETTY CORLY BOI

That is a v bad idea

So bad that it's wonderful.

Kestrels hair is a mess and he probably has fleas. So the cat lick probably improved it.

She seems to like picking Kestrel up by the head pffff

Finnr didn't want this

He just wanted to get drunk and steal things.

death by suffocating in cat fur.

Pfffff, the stringy koala bird child.

Kestrel: is this what human parents are like.

Kestrel: the closest thing I had to a parent threw me off a building once so that sounds wonderful. Unless the house is three stories up.

Kestrel: *squints at Finnr* probably not.

Enjoy your death practice, Poison.

Kes has no choice but to be a cat person

"My bird now."

He probably faces death either way because nobles don't appreciate assassin's. And the assassin's don't appreciate Kestrel.

Kestrel: this is my life now I guess.

Kestrel couldn't see through the crowds of people, he needed to get up higher. The rafters looked like a good spot, if he needed to he could just drop down and attack his target... of course he didn't have the best luck with that kind of thing. It was worth a shot though. He just needed to get over there without seeming suspicious.

He swept up a glass as he passed a table and made his way to the edge of the room. Only a few people spared the scruffy boy a glance as he leaned against the wall next to the drapes. He sipped the wine and grimaced, he didn't see why people loved it so. It just tasted bitter to him. He set the glass down on a nearby table and proceeded to inspect the drapes, he gave them a hesitant tug. They were secure, but probably not secure enough to hold him. "Sh*t..." He mumbled to himself before stepping away to walk around the room.

Finally he found his way up, a section of wall where the stones were uneven. He could climb up and more or less throw himself onto the wooden beams.

Climbing was the easy part. But he had to be quick if he didn't want to be seen. He was used to things like this. when he was younger though, his hands would blister and bleed when he climbed, and he'd had his fair share of falls.

Lucky for him, this time there were no falls. And he made it up without anyone seeing. Now he just needed to find his prey. He jumped from beam to beam, eyes searching the crowds below him.

~ ~ ~

Esther, Conli, and the other members of the Iron Talon guild walked down the crowded streets, all of them wearing grey and blue uniforms. Nothing fancy. The best dressed out of all of them was probably Snuffles, who was wearing a small hat. The fat dog didn't even seem to notice it as he hobbled along in front of Esther.

"Remember not to get too drunk, alright boss? We don't want a repeat of our last festival..." one of the guild members spoke up.

Esther turned her head to grin at him, "No need to worry. This is Vindemia, I'm sure nobody will care." She said before turning her attention back to the path in front of her. Admittedly she did have a drinking problem, usually she only got really badly drunk during times of stress. And right now, she didn't feel stressed at all, a little tired from travel maybe. But not stressed at all.

"He's right, pace yourself." Conli said, the dwarf was walking funny, still sore from riding all day.

"I know..... I know..." Esther sighed as they entered the courtyard in front of the community hall. Sometimes Conli could be a bit overbearing. She was about to dismiss her men, but by the time she had turned around they'd already scattered. Conli as well. "Well, I s'pose I should enjoy myself while I can..."

(Conli and Esther are ofi)

I can have Kestrel drop down at any time.

Just tell me when. I imagine there are interactions that people want to have so I won't rn.

Conli is the only dwarf who doesn't like cold.

Then again he doesn't like much at all.

I have Esther on the courtyard and Conli is somewhere in the crowd. Where's Dracnias?

ah, okay, I have no idea why either of my ofi characters would be up there pff.

If you wouldn't mind moving him that would be nice.

Maybe he could recognize Esthers uniform as an Iron Talon uniform?

Iron Talon was at one point a very large guild that was charged with protecting the kingdoms from some sort of threat (i haven't figured that part out yet)

Now that the threat is gone iron talon has more or less disappeared and there's only one small outpost left

that could be it. They were trying to restore order and once the kingdoms got their sh*t together they were like "thanks but we got this..... go away." And nobody really needed them that much so they just sort of faded out.

alrighty

OOH THOSE ARE SO GREAT.

That's fine, get to it whenever you can.

Speaking of scholars I've been neglecting Gilbert-- I need to finish his form at some point.

But now is the time for sleep.

DecidueyeReigns wrote:

Dracnias sighed and cliimbed down from the castle wall, using a ladder built to the inner side of the wall. He was bored of nothing happening there, and how would he be able to spot anyone suspicious from up here? It was difficult to see the ground from here, and every human passing by just looked kind of blurry, probably due to the distance. And besides, he really needed to check up on the smith that was making his new hour glass.

So he headed towards the exit and prepared to go into the city to the smithhouse, but he would have to pass through the courtyard. Upong entering the courtyard he instantly stopped in his tracks. A stranger standing there, wearing an outfit that was suited toward an forgotten guild; the Iron Talon guild.

Awkwardly Dracnias walked up to the stranger, and asked: "Hello, sorry if i'm intruding, but can i speak to you please?"

DRACNIAS

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Esther had been about to walk inside when she heard Dracnias. The guild master turned towards the knight, observing him for a moment, she wasn't entirely sure what he might want from her, people rarely approached her. Especially during events like this. "Of course. Is something wrong, sir?" She suspected it had something to do with one of her men, or Conli. It usually did.

Conli had been enjoying a glass of wine when he heard some commotion, an execution? Now? The dwarf pushed past the other partygoers to get to the front, his expression was one of distaste, who in their right mind would hold an execution now of all times? The poor person probably hadn't even been given a fair trial considering the kings reputation. He probably wouldn't be able to do anything, but he was going to try.

(Conli is ofi. Prob about to do something dumb)

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Conli: you're ruining the one night where it's socially acceptable to get drunk, how dare you.

Also snuffles is wearing a hat it's happening

but I'm not a fairy

I'm a spirit

I'm your spirit godmother

I'm starting to think Finnr might have that neurological condition that makes you burst out laughing/crying uncontrollably