Rooftop Celebration (Open Social)

[Kvar Driftweaver]

Season of Winter, Day 3, 511 AV An open rooftop celebration could clearly be heard, with music and voices filling a suburb of the large city. It was in honor of a happy marriage, a union between two well off families, spilling over into the later hours of the evening. There was a host of songs, drinking, and generally speaking everyone welcome to partake in the feast, and local ale. For some of the locals it was a true port city, that meant when the times were good you celebrated, when the times were hard you pulled together, at least that is what this well off family were doing as they opened their home, or rather a few adjoining rooftops to all and sundry. Crowds of people were obviously there, some came for the free meal, others to see friends, others to have a good dance. One thing was for certain everyone was in a good mood because of it. The smell of fried fish was constantly coming from the rooms below, though the lower houses were guarded and off limits, someone was often bringing up fresh dishes for the table where the food stood on the roof. A bard and his entourage were in full flow, and with enough drink down them, several people were dancing, laughing or just generally enjoying each others company. In a city that sometimes had food shortages, it might not be long till you couldn't move on these rooftops, and the party might even spill over into the streets. Indeed a few people were along the sides of the building, clustered already chatting away. Warm fires were lit, it was winter of course so people huddled close together, body heat certainly helped matters, though the coming night might gradually thin the crowds from its dip in temperature. This Song is Playing : For Kvar it had been a rough day, and he needed a good blowout. Most people would be looking for a tavern, the seafarer preferred the open air, so it was to his delight he came across both in one. Spotting what it was, he didn’t know the lucky couple, but knew when a good time was to be had. He began scaling a nearby wall, climbing one foot at a time, to reach the roof, as seemed normal to him. Eventually with a few slips along the way, and a graze to the knee, the novice climber pulled himself up and over the edge. The Svefra was greeted with a laugh and someone shoving a tankard in his hand. There were stairs to the roof of course, but he was just as happy climbing his way through life. Bemused, he toasted the man with a wide grin. "Salutations! A happy union to the lucky couple," Kvar shouted, though he was barely overheard by the din; a few people nodded or raised their tankards, in the least it was a good excuse for another drink! Wearing simple tanned clothes, he had his weapons with him but not his armor today, his hair was long and black, with two three or braids running down the back. Ocean blue orbs drank in the scene, as he looked for where the food was, and if there was anything he could eat! Though drink and company was reason enough to grin, he knew nobody, but that made no difference whatsoever to how he walked through the crowd saying hello, or offering a nod of the head to any that he walked by. Svefra were made for parties such as these! OOC : Open, but keep it social please.

[Kvar Driftweaver]

Making his way to the table, there was nothing he could eat at all, this vegan diet surely was a nightmare in a city that made its daily coin by catching fish. Despite someone encouraging him to “dig in, they’ve too much miza anyway!” “Alas I cannot, but the ale, now that is an exception.” Kvar turned around, to see an old man smoking a pipe on the edge of the roof, one foot up he was leaning back alongside the wooden wall. Finishing the first drink of the night the Svefra sat down nearby the stranger, who was already into his third or fourth drink, certainly an acquired taste, Kvar had sampled nothing like it before. The bards were giving it their all, they too made a sound unlike anything the young Svefra had heard, the way the musician handled the stringed instrument wove its way around the ears. Obviously blessed by Yshul in the bewitching arts, Kvar had no time for most gods or goddesses, other than those that held the elements in their palm, or used their power to rightly benefit themselves. Yshul though he mused, now she was someone he could appreciate, wondering if she had ever been betwitched by sound herself, the goddess was indeed something of a passing fascination of his. “Something on your mind?” The old timer asked, taking a long puff of his pipe. “Women,” Kvar replied, though not a lie it wasn’t exactly true either. “Well get up and dance, you only live once,” the man stated. He seemed like he’d seen a few storms, non too friendly ones either. Showing a scar down his right cheek, and more than a few weathered years at sea on upon his brow. “I shall, but in order to properly forget the attempt, I will need a few more drinks.” In reality it was just an excuse to sit back and have a few more drinks first, Kvar needed no excuse to dance at all. The grin he gave the stranger was however genuine. Reaching over the table, he took another tankard, blocking the view to the party with both body and hands, the Svefra sneaked a silver knife somewhere up his sleeve. He wasn’t a practiced thief, and so the old man clearly saw the attempt, but due to the hustle and bustle nobody else did. As Kvar sat down with his prize, sliding it into a pocket, small as it was, he cleared his throat and got back to drinking. The old man opened his cloak up, showing a small collection of silverwear. “Like I said, they have too much money.” He grinned himself now, displaying his teeth, such as they were, with more missing than actually there.

[Amadeus Telrunya]

Amadeus heard the noise of the celebration long before he saw the flickering lights of torches and shadows dancing around on the nearby buildings. He had come up from searching out the old bookshops and libraries in the dirty and dangerous parts of Zeltiva, the ones kept be equally ancient old men who refused to recognize the changing climate of the neighborhoods. He was on his way to his tent in one of the suburbs, when he heard the noise. Now, a noise like that means lots of people, and to Amadeus, lots of people meant lots of gold. It was probably a party, started hours earlier under the pretense of a male child's birth, a wedding, or even a funeral. The wine and ale would be flowing, and the party-goers would perhaps not notice a little purse lightening. Besides the mercenary part of him, Amadeus was also looking forward to the party itself, the chance to mingle with crowds, drink and eat, and generally relax oneself. Of course, one must always contribute to a party. What should he bring? He could NOT dance. No, it must be something outside the realm of graceful, musical pastimes. There would probably already be a bard there, so any tales he might bring would be unwelcome. Hmmm... While thinking, Amadeus had strayed toward the direction of the noise, and was now in sight of the gala. It was a rooftop celebration, and had spread out onto several roofs. As he spied one figure clambering up the side of one of the buildings, he smirked to himself. No, he would go by a more refined route. His pulse quickened as he approached the outskirts of the party. He targeted a house, it's rooftop already bearing a few denizens of the celebration. He hurried toward it, and, after listening for a while to make sure its occupants were more or less asleep, picked the lock and swept in. The house plans of Zeltiva were more or less the same, as he knew from experience, so he now found himself in a little atrium or entry. The stairs in front of him should eventually make their way to the roof. He started up, softly and carefully, but swiftly as only a thief knows how, always watchful for any sign of danger. He passed three landings without any trouble, however, and emerged onto the roof with a slight feeling of disappointment as the adrenaline lowered. Now it was easy. The few party-goers on this particular roof were too engrossed in their drinks or women to notice his abrupt appearance, so he made his way to the adjoining roof. The main roof, where the bard and band played, was his destination. There was an alley between the roof he was currently on and the main block of rooftops, and a makeshift bridge had been extended over the gap. Amadeus managed to navigate the planks with no problems, and soon found himself in the midst of the party. Dancing men and women swirled around him, and everywhere people were laughing, talking, eating, and drinking. His pulse quickened as he made his way to the food and drink tables. Soon, very soon, he would work the crowd and take what he wanted, but now he just wanted a drink. He walked up to the bar, which was actually a couple of barrels and a wooden board, and inspected the drinks. Kelp beer, rum, ale, and wine. Taking a closer look at the wine he noticed it was 503 Yahebahn vintage. Impressed, he poured himself a glass and took small sips of it as he made his way through the crowds again and sat down on the edge of the roof. Excellent wine, the owner must be rich indeed.