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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2017 14:05:49 GMT -8
"Oh, Typhus! You should be good at this game," Seren said as she gaze was the mechanics of it, her clever brain able to put two and two together. Some thought that she was stupid -- because of her naivete, and because of her ignorance. It wasn't true. Seren had mastered basic reading and arithmetic in a matter of days once a kindly, traveling priest going in the same direction as they were had decided to teach her. She was a natural with languages, and mechanics was a particular joy that she liked to indulge in.
She held the hobby horse and waited to see Typhus go, caught her breath when she watched his body ripple and his muscles flex and felt a stirring that she'd felt before, but ignored, and then felt defeated when he didn't ring the bell. Well, defeated, but she laughed brightly all the same, her smile as pretty as the flowers in her hair. "Oh, Typhus. Me next!"
She traded him, the hobby horse for the hammer, and immediately almost dropped it on her toe. "Ha! Oh, this is heavy," she said with a laugh, but shook her head when someone might have helped. "No! I can do it, I can do it," she said with characteristic stubborness, and biting her lip, she did just that, swinging it up and sending it crashing on the button!
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Typhus
Dedicated
Protecting his star.
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: Late Teens
Physical Description: About six feet tall with a thin muscular physique, Typhus has been trained to fight since he was young and has his fair share of scars. His oddly white hair and strange golden eyes earn him a lot of looks, as does his oddly long canine teeth. He has an angular face with a strong jaw and straight nose.
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Post by Typhus on Apr 28, 2017 14:15:02 GMT -8
Typhus had gained an intuitive understanding of the game when he'd swung the hammer and hit the lever, it was not all muscle based if it was he'd have one easier. The button was made so it had to be hit in a sweet spot as well so when his blow landed it was turned to the side ever so slightly and he only managed to get the weight about half way up.
Seren struggles to lift the hammer herself but the weight of it falling just on its own was enough to ring the bell and she does almost as well as he does. He smiles and claps his hands. "Very good Seren." He congratulates her and then out of stubbornness he decides to pay another few silver to try again, once she confirms if she wants another go he pays for her if needed then he tries again.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2017 14:29:53 GMT -8
She laughed and clapped her hands when Typhus made the bell light up and ring. "Oh, Typhus!" she cried when he was able to make it ring. "I want to try again!" But Typhus apparently knew she was going to ask and already paid.
She took up the hammer, while Typhus got to choose his dragon reward, and biting on her lip, she heeeeaved the hammer up and then let it fall on the button, just as unceremoniously sloppy as she had done the first time.
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Typhus
Dedicated
Protecting his star.
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: Late Teens
Physical Description: About six feet tall with a thin muscular physique, Typhus has been trained to fight since he was young and has his fair share of scars. His oddly white hair and strange golden eyes earn him a lot of looks, as does his oddly long canine teeth. He has an angular face with a strong jaw and straight nose.
Registered: Oct 22, 2016 16:28:04 GMT -8
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Post by Typhus on Apr 28, 2017 14:40:01 GMT -8
Of course Seren wanted to try again and, of course, she did it the same way with worse results than the first time. With a smile, feeling inordinately proud of himself, he picks the plush dragon he thinks Seren will most like and once she is done he hands it to her. "This is for you." He says as the attendant watches the happy couple with a knowing smirk.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2017 16:53:00 GMT -8
She barely made a dent, but she laughed all the same, backing up a little, her pretty purple dress swaying around her body. She bumped into someone warm -- Typhus -- and she turned to look up at him, laughing at herself. "Typhus, I barely made-- !!!" She gasped with delight at the huge, rainbow-spiked dragon that he presented to her and immediately hugged it to her chest.
"I love it!" Seren said, her galaxy eyes lit up like -- well, like this festival. She was pink-cheeked and smiling, and as pretty as a Spring night. "Ollie will not be allowed to play with this," Seren promised, tucking it by her side as her hand naturally reached for Typhus, silk palm sliding against the callous one.
"Can we eat something? I am very, very hungry."
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Typhus
Dedicated
Protecting his star.
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: Late Teens
Physical Description: About six feet tall with a thin muscular physique, Typhus has been trained to fight since he was young and has his fair share of scars. His oddly white hair and strange golden eyes earn him a lot of looks, as does his oddly long canine teeth. He has an angular face with a strong jaw and straight nose.
Registered: Oct 22, 2016 16:28:04 GMT -8
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Post by Typhus on Apr 28, 2017 17:19:11 GMT -8
Seren's sweet laugh gets one from Typhus as well and he catches her as she bumps into him letting her take the dragon, enjoying the clear joy it brings her. "I'm glad you like it." He says blushing for no reason he can really tell, just enjoying the look she gives him. At the mention of food Typhus feels his own stomach tighten in hunger, but he knows that if he buys food for himself and Seren they will be broke. He is grateful he already got them a room for the festival and he nods. "Let's go."
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Kelmaer Iridien
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: Primordial.
Physical Description: Physical Appearance:
Kelmaer Iridien is a tall, bipedal male closely resembling a human but with several noticeable differences. The first is the colour of his skin; a dim blue, resembling a sky where night has not yet fully fallen yet dashed with a hint of purple. When exposed to sufficient lighting, Kelmaer's skin brightens with a white tinge that leaves him a light slate blue.
His second contrast are the three pairs of dark, dangerously sharp horns that exit his skull at various places; the first pair are the smallest, located just above his knife-tipped ears and follow them straight backwards so that their sharpened points are aimed to his rear. The second pair are the largest and located further up his scalp, their roots located where the front of the skull joins the side and like the first pair of horns they grow backwards over his head, yet this time with a curve. The third pair are medium-sized, located further inwards than the second pair with their base at the top of his forehead. These curve outwards and slightly to the side as they grow up towards the sky.
Other than these two main dissimilarities, Kelmaer looks related to both human and elf-kind, with a similar anatomical structure that suggests all three groups share a common ancestor. Kelmaer himself is a somewhat slender man, with very little body fat and a clear muscle definition that has been toned by some form of training or natural muscle mass. He is also tall, with angular facial features that are all-but flawless except a small scar above his right eyebrow. His eyes are a little on the small side with a golden iris colour and though slightly interrupted by his horns, his long and dark blue hair is able to grow down past his shoulders.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing and Equipment:
Though Kelmaer has very little issue in showing off his form, he often wears clothing to cover himself until considered modest. His most common items of clothing include a long, dark cloak that opens like a coat and is padded with leather on the inside and rimmed at the neck by fur. Though he tends not to wear anything under the coat on his torso, he does wear trousers that are similarly padded with leather for a little extra protection. Despite this apparent preference to avoid true metal armour, his forearms, hands, calves and feet are covered by vambraces, gauntlets , greaves and sabatons respectively; all of which have a spiked motif to match the horns on his head.
At his hips, a leather belt with attached straps connects to a pair of long blades with slightly curved edges and a satchel filled with strange flasks.
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Post by Kelmaer Iridien on Apr 28, 2017 17:57:27 GMT -8
Eventually Kelmaer found himself meandering back towards The Strongman Game. From what he could tell, only a few people had been able to best the darn event and he was sure that he had what it took to be one of them! He just needed the proper motivation, mind-set and swing!
He paid the entry fee, then lined up to the game with the hammer in hand and swung it overhead down towards the button.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Apr 28, 2017 19:00:50 GMT -8
Having decided to investigate this ' strongman' game mentioned by Minister Galaii, High Lady Naoki arrives from The Commons. Two guards trail behind her at a reasonable distance. After entering the general vicinity of the game, Naoki locates a spot to stand, off to one side out of the way, with a clear view of the festivalgoers as they take their swings. In all likelihood, Naoki thinks, this is simply a challenging 'game.' Some games will be harder than others, simply due to the nature of the games. The ring toss, for instance, is simply a ring toss, while this game seems to have significantly more nuance to it, as a mechanical sort of thing. Folding her arms under her chest and leaning sideways against a pole, Naoki resolves to watch the next few attempts carefully, to learn more about the game, and see if there's anything obvious about the methodology of the players that would be slanting the odds against them.
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Kelmaer Iridien
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: Primordial.
Physical Description: Physical Appearance:
Kelmaer Iridien is a tall, bipedal male closely resembling a human but with several noticeable differences. The first is the colour of his skin; a dim blue, resembling a sky where night has not yet fully fallen yet dashed with a hint of purple. When exposed to sufficient lighting, Kelmaer's skin brightens with a white tinge that leaves him a light slate blue.
His second contrast are the three pairs of dark, dangerously sharp horns that exit his skull at various places; the first pair are the smallest, located just above his knife-tipped ears and follow them straight backwards so that their sharpened points are aimed to his rear. The second pair are the largest and located further up his scalp, their roots located where the front of the skull joins the side and like the first pair of horns they grow backwards over his head, yet this time with a curve. The third pair are medium-sized, located further inwards than the second pair with their base at the top of his forehead. These curve outwards and slightly to the side as they grow up towards the sky.
Other than these two main dissimilarities, Kelmaer looks related to both human and elf-kind, with a similar anatomical structure that suggests all three groups share a common ancestor. Kelmaer himself is a somewhat slender man, with very little body fat and a clear muscle definition that has been toned by some form of training or natural muscle mass. He is also tall, with angular facial features that are all-but flawless except a small scar above his right eyebrow. His eyes are a little on the small side with a golden iris colour and though slightly interrupted by his horns, his long and dark blue hair is able to grow down past his shoulders.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing and Equipment:
Though Kelmaer has very little issue in showing off his form, he often wears clothing to cover himself until considered modest. His most common items of clothing include a long, dark cloak that opens like a coat and is padded with leather on the inside and rimmed at the neck by fur. Though he tends not to wear anything under the coat on his torso, he does wear trousers that are similarly padded with leather for a little extra protection. Despite this apparent preference to avoid true metal armour, his forearms, hands, calves and feet are covered by vambraces, gauntlets , greaves and sabatons respectively; all of which have a spiked motif to match the horns on his head.
At his hips, a leather belt with attached straps connects to a pair of long blades with slightly curved edges and a satchel filled with strange flasks.
Registered: Jun 11, 2016 19:44:32 GMT -8
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Post by Kelmaer Iridien on Apr 29, 2017 7:03:49 GMT -8
Once again he failed! Kelmaer's irritation was minuscule thanks to the effects of his earlier potion, but even so he found himself baffled at how he apparently did not have the strength to beat this strange game? Was it some sort of magical contraption that automatically attuned itself to the strength of the player? Was he simply unable, perhaps due to his overuse of his homemade alchemical brew, to use the required force to hit the bell?
"Another go!" He called, knowing that at least his second try had gone better than his first. He paid his silver, took the hammer again and then stood with it held firmly in both hands.
Then, a moment later, he swung it down towards the button to see what would happen...
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on Apr 29, 2017 9:40:23 GMT -8
PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT:
The ARCHERY Contest is OPEN! Applications are accepted until 11am PST Sunday, April 30th.
The TUG o' WAR Contest is OPEN! Applications are accepted until 11am PST Sunday, April 30th.
The HORSE RACING contest will be opened sometime in the late morning/early afternoon on Sunday, April 30th.
Follow this thread or Ganymede Galaii to be updated on winners and contest openings!
And back to your regularly scheduled in-character roleplay.
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on Apr 29, 2017 10:51:57 GMT -8
Vote for the King and Queen of Prospernalia! Vote by "liking" the post made by those listed as either King or Queen of Prospernalia.
Ganymede's last post down at the bottom lists all who have entered for either King, or Queen, of the contest, along with a short blurb of at-a-glance information. Only characters or NPC accounts that would logically be in Isra (and thus would attend the festival) are allowed to vote. Only one vote for each candidate (i.e., you cannot vote for two queens, or two kings). Votes will be disqualified if they break any of these rules!
Voting ends at 12pm PST Sunday April 30th.
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Kelmaer Iridien
Established
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: Primordial.
Physical Description: Physical Appearance:
Kelmaer Iridien is a tall, bipedal male closely resembling a human but with several noticeable differences. The first is the colour of his skin; a dim blue, resembling a sky where night has not yet fully fallen yet dashed with a hint of purple. When exposed to sufficient lighting, Kelmaer's skin brightens with a white tinge that leaves him a light slate blue.
His second contrast are the three pairs of dark, dangerously sharp horns that exit his skull at various places; the first pair are the smallest, located just above his knife-tipped ears and follow them straight backwards so that their sharpened points are aimed to his rear. The second pair are the largest and located further up his scalp, their roots located where the front of the skull joins the side and like the first pair of horns they grow backwards over his head, yet this time with a curve. The third pair are medium-sized, located further inwards than the second pair with their base at the top of his forehead. These curve outwards and slightly to the side as they grow up towards the sky.
Other than these two main dissimilarities, Kelmaer looks related to both human and elf-kind, with a similar anatomical structure that suggests all three groups share a common ancestor. Kelmaer himself is a somewhat slender man, with very little body fat and a clear muscle definition that has been toned by some form of training or natural muscle mass. He is also tall, with angular facial features that are all-but flawless except a small scar above his right eyebrow. His eyes are a little on the small side with a golden iris colour and though slightly interrupted by his horns, his long and dark blue hair is able to grow down past his shoulders.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing and Equipment:
Though Kelmaer has very little issue in showing off his form, he often wears clothing to cover himself until considered modest. His most common items of clothing include a long, dark cloak that opens like a coat and is padded with leather on the inside and rimmed at the neck by fur. Though he tends not to wear anything under the coat on his torso, he does wear trousers that are similarly padded with leather for a little extra protection. Despite this apparent preference to avoid true metal armour, his forearms, hands, calves and feet are covered by vambraces, gauntlets , greaves and sabatons respectively; all of which have a spiked motif to match the horns on his head.
At his hips, a leather belt with attached straps connects to a pair of long blades with slightly curved edges and a satchel filled with strange flasks.
Registered: Jun 11, 2016 19:44:32 GMT -8
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Post by Kelmaer Iridien on Apr 29, 2017 11:44:56 GMT -8
Again he failed, but Kelmaer was not giving up! He was now determined and nothing would stop him from getting the results he desired! "Very well, o' game of strongman. Your challenge has been accepted by me, Kelmaer Iridien! Thou shalt fear the destruction wrought by this hammer and my arm!"
Tossing a pile of 10 silver coins at the person looking over the game, he raised his hammer and brought it down upon the game button with repeated, thunderous fury!
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Torrin Delmirev
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Age: 31
Physical Description: This silvery dragonborn is truly massive to behold, at nearly eight feet tall with bulging muscles and some well-groomed scales. He keeps his teeth shiny white, and polishes his scales regularly. He usually smells of mint, and is completely cold to the touch.
Clothes and Equipment: Torrin keeps his armor as clean as his scales, and it is even a matching grey color. His armor is thick and heavy, limiting his speed in running, but making him all but impervious to most weaponry. He wields a fairly wicked looking sword, both ceremonial and functional amongst his people, as well as shield emblazoned with a silver dragon on it in honor of his ancestors.
Registered: Feb 17, 2017 16:12:58 GMT -8
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Post by Torrin Delmirev on Apr 30, 2017 8:31:03 GMT -8
Torrin Delmirev walked up to the Strongman game after watching some sort of humanoid being try ten times in a row. The large, muscular dragonborn hefted the hammer and tossed a silver coin to the attendant of the game. He walked up and swung the hammer mightily...
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...only to fail miserably. He grinned and snorted smoke out of his nostrils, chucking another coin at the attendant and taking another swing.
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Better, but not good enough he deemed, this time tossing a handful (4) of coins at the attendant, and swinging the hammer in rapid fire succession.
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A muttered pair of curses escaped his lips as another handful was tossed at the man. Each strike getting a tad angrier as he began to wonder if the game was rigged.
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With a final set of failures he blew fire at the hammer and swung again, the coins impacting with some force onto the counter just prior to the swings.
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on Apr 30, 2017 23:46:40 GMT -8
Prospernalia's End Feast is Open! The Feast is higher-class than the rest of the casual atmosphere of the festival. Characters will be expected to show up, dressed to impress. There is no schedule, but instead a free-for-all for characters to attend and romance and eat and interact as they will. Specific characters have been invited, and have been appropriately tagged, but that does not mean that they are in attendance until they officially post in.
Please keep in mind that this is the last event of the Prospernalia, so all contests and games will have been done and finished by now!
Back to the regularly scheduled contest and roleplay.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on May 1, 2017 12:59:36 GMT -8
Ganymede was entirely correct, Naoki decides. This is easily the most entertaining thing she's seen in the past month. These massive hunks of men, mashing and bashing away with the hammer that seems almost a toy in their hands, struggling with all their might to raise the little weight to strike the bell. It seems as if they might break the game before they win. But they do - eventually. It seems to Naoki as if they were taking the name of the game too heavily, and focusing on applying as much force as possible to the center of the striking bit at the bottom. Perhaps if one were to instead focus on speed, and strike the side of the striking bit closest to them, the lever would raise the weight more quickly, and send it into the bell more reliably. After a few minutes, now that the heavyweights have finished, claimed their prizes, and departed, so too have the majority of the bystanders. On an impulse, Naoki decides that she will attempt the strongman game. Reaching one hand into the pouch on her hip, Naoki extracts a single golden coin. Though the price is only one silver per attempt, and Naoki does not intend to make a fool of herself, she stopped carrying silver coins years ago. Coin in hand, she makes her way over to the booth and levies a smirk at the young lad running the booth. Of all the individuals he may have expected to encounter, Naoki doubts she was among them. Silently, she places her coin on the counter and takes the hammer from where it rests on a hook. Holding it in one hand, Naoki swings it about a bit to get a feel for the weight. It feels heavier than it should - as if there may be weights inside the hammerhead. Holding the hammer by the very end of the handle, she extends her arm fully and adjusts her footing such so that everything will line up as she intends it to. She then grips the hammer in both hands, checks to ensure no one will be struck, and takes her swing. qLW7YAz717-20 1-20
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2017 14:22:05 GMT -8
Eilagwen made her way to the Strongman game. She finished eating the bits and pieces of the candy she won from the Ring Toss. Once her hands were free, she stepped up and paid. Taking the hammer in hand, she tried for the win.
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2017 14:22:42 GMT -8
She was not surprised to see she lost. Another coin, and another swing.
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2017 14:23:59 GMT -8
Another coin, and another swing. No one else was around, and it had become a point of pride at this point.
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2017 14:24:41 GMT -8
Another coin, another swing. Dammit, it seemed as if she couldn't win anything at this festival, but she'd at least walk away with a dragon.
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2017 14:25:30 GMT -8
She took a breath to find her calm, and tried not to frown. To keep her composure. Another coin to the smirking game-keeper, and another swing.
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