[Zerdargian Festival] Organisers Marquee [The dragons lair][open]

fetch · August 31, 2008, 02:19 PM

Mid Winter to 3rd cycle of Cryxatum sring era XV

Gladys Weatherstone the formidable matron of clan Weatherstone she was one of those lady dwarfs who had lived a long and fruitful life just so such an event as the festival could be organised. She was in her element!

Dressed sensibly in a flowered print dress her grey hair fashionably curled in ringlets and her luxuriant beard matching her hair do, she stomped around in glossy hobnail boots organising everything and every one. Gladys was never without a large black leather handbag and from the depths of this bag she could pull almost anything from a nicely decorated double headed axe to make up reinforcements and a plethora of bandages, Gladys Weatherstone’s handbag was reputed to be a route to another dimension that conveniently opened into the fancy goods section of Doli’s - Mixtures Emporium in Primus Gaudeo!

Her tent was large and a hive of activity of which she was the epicentre sitting on her high chair and directing her minions with a loud strident voice and copious cups of strong sweet tea.

This was the place to come to if anyone wanted to help out the festival or offer their services in any way!

Orbril · September 13, 2008, 05:31 PM

It was later in the day when Orbril finally dragged himself from his bed. He needed water, that was the priority, for both washing and drinking and soothing his aching head.

He had slung sheets of canvas up to the beams beneath the stage, allowing them to drape down like a tent and had even adapted canvas and rope to form a hammock for sleeping in. His circus years had given him some skill with canvas and he had been satisfied with the results

Picking his way out from his hideaway he gazed down upon the bowl of Minith feild which had become busy with activity. Quickly he made his way across the bowl to the stream where he washed and drank and gathered what meal he could.

Finally making himself presentable he walked back into the activity of the festival preperations and decided to head for the organisers tent to offer his services.

Of course it was not difficult to spot the Director of Events whom he had had sense to discover was Gladys Weatherstone. That means Weatherstone Clan he presumed using what scant knowledge he had picked up on dwarf politics.

he made his way towards the chair and then set upon presenting himself "Greetin's Lady Weatherstone" he called up hoping to get her attention...

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Orbril · October 3, 2008, 06:33 PM

"My good lady" Orbril declared pushing his way forward and placing himself well within her feild of vision "the Weatherstone women truely are as beautiful as rumour claims. Young Rupert told me that you are a most wise doyen of your good clan and of this city and so I come to offer my services to you.

During the games there will be a chance perhaps for the crowds to show their support for the contestants in a lucrative manner by betting gold on the outcomes of each contest. I have a scheme that will add to the excitement and risk of the games and see us maintain a fair profit a portion of which will of course return to yourself as organiser, what say you to this proposal?"