FESTIVAL GAMES - The Strongman Game

The woman in a blue summer's dressed took large bites out of her candy apple as she walked down past the games. Upon arriving at at the strongman game, however, she had to stop and walk backwards until it was in her view again.  Her eyes lit up at the sight of the dolls.

"Stuffed.....dragons?!"  She squealed.  Finishing her apple and tossing the stick away, she walked up and paid the man the silver coin before grabbing the hammer.  She spat in her hands, rubbed them together, lifted the hammer up, and slammed it down as hard as she could.


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The ball flew up, but stopped 3/4th of the way before falling back down.  Draga puffed her cheeks in anger.

"Son of a drake..."  she mumbled as she rummaged for another coin.  She took another stance and slammed the hammer down as hard as she could.  She must have a cute dragon plushie!  It was her destiny!


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The ball barely went higher than the first notch, bring a few chuckles by people watching.  Steam figuratively shot out of her ears as she fished for another coin and attempted agian.


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Farrah laughed as she was pulled along. Draga might even notice that it was surprisingly easy, as if Farrah was very... light-boned, and had only a very little weight to her at all. Strange, perhaps, given that Farrah seemed to be a very toned and very athletic woman, with a sleek muscle mass beneath her light-tan complexion.

Her blonde hair swung in her face, so she lifted her hands and brushed it away, taking the hammer. "Alright. Let's hope my luck turns. Here we go!"

She hefted the hammer in a large arc and brought it smacking down on the button!

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Farrah was not surprised that her ball barely went up. She was not the strongest person here, but when she glanced over and saw @totallynotadragon 's determination, she couldn't help but laugh and laugh hard at the way she looked so determined.

And got no where. Farrah's laughter was loud now.

"Me next, me next." She took the hammer and stepped up for her try. She doubted she'd get anywhere!

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Farrah had handed off the hammer to Draga. "So close!" She murmured with a sigh, and then sort of took a step back as Draga whacked the hammer on the button with a vehemence -- and still couldn't make it ring. Farrah couldn't stop laughing.

"Oh my goodness," she tried to breathe, almost bent double, one hand to her stomach. "Oh my goodness." She tipped her pretty face up to the clear blue sky overhead and took a breath.

"Okay, let me try again."

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Farrah took a ground bow, at least three of them with the applause, and handed the hammer back to the man -- just before she got swallowed up in a tight, TIGHT hug.

"!!" She was shocked by it and didn't even have time to react as Draga's arms closed around her, almost lifting her up off her feet, and then she was done again. Farrah laughed. "At your service, Draga," she said.

She brushed her hands down over her dress as Draga accepted her prize, and then scoffed as the other blonde spoke about food. "How can you even think about food when I still haven't got my crown?"

Farrah moved a bit aways from the Strongman game so someone else could play it and put her hands on her hips. "No. We don't eat until I have flowers on my head." With a determined expression, she stomped off to go to the Ring Toss game.

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Kelmaer was not one to commonly gift his servants the finer things in life; he expected them to work for such pleasures, just as he had earned them through years of crawling through dirt and scratching at stone. It was not until he realized that life was much, much sweeter to earn something (or even better to 'win' something) that he noticed so many more opportunities open up to him. The reward of hard work was a drug in of itself, a fantastic feeling that led to the deposition of normality and the seeking of ambition.

Yet for some reason, Kelmaer looked at the prizes offered for the Strongman Game and thought how interesting it would be if he was to take such a prize back and gift it to one of those most loyal to him. Expectations of reward invariably led to better morale and eagerness, something he could use back home to it's fullest extent!

Thus, he walked up to the game and paid his fee, before taking the hammer in hand and whacking the button with a single, quick stroke to see how strong this 'strongman' game really was!


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“Easy for you to say, Miss Kelly. You’re wearing pants.” She laughed merrily, gesturing to @banditkelly ’s clothing, seemingly utterly unconcerned about her poor showing. Of course, she already had one of the stuffed dragons, another would probably nearing the limit of the pair’s ability to carry prizes.

Regardless, after waiting for other people nearby to have a turn, she paid for another try. Once again, holding the hem of her skirt down with one hand, Bella raises the hammer over her head, then brings it down on the pad. The merry laughter hardly helped her aim, but taking games too seriously defeated the whole purpose anyway.

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He.. Lost? No, he more than lost... He lost pathetically, the hammer basically slipping out of his fingers by the time what little, weak momentum was left behind his arm swing hit the button of the game. Damn thing, annoying! It was probably broken, or maybe he just needed to pay more attention to what he was doing, though that didn't stop Kelmaer from having to step back to avoid a rising anger that came creeping within him.

Maybe he should just destroy the damn thing... A good little explosive spell ought to do the trick!

No! That would be inappropriate! He was here as a guest and a visitor; he came to enjoy the festivities, not cause trouble. Kelmaer's hands slipped into his satchel and pulled a vial of blue, luminescent liquid that he screwed open and put to his lips. A few gulps and a spilled drop later, the vial was half empty and the annoyance that had been building within him calmed like the sea after a storm.

"Ah, much better. No matter, there are still other games you can try," he told himself, feet carrying him from the strongman game as the droplet of his potion that fell to the ground caused the grass to melt. 

Her continued failure to make any progress at the game only made Bella laugh more, The utter ridiculousness of a professional smith failing to effectively hit something with a hammer might have been a source of frustration to others, the merry dwarf only found amusement in it. It probably was rigged, of course, or at least had some deceptive component going, but that was the nature of these things.

“Well, either way, it doesn’t look like we’re having any luck here. Do you want to try the fishing game? That looks like it might be fun.” Without really waiting for an answer, Bella was skipping off again, laughing and waving at various people along the way and generally having the time of her life.