kollo_rpg | Summer 11 - Medieval Week Mingle

Okay, so maybe Norrhamn isn't as big of a tourist attraction as Gotland. Maybe it's not home to the best preserved medieval city in Scandinavia, complete with ring wall and twelve church ruins. Maybe it can't even compete with the near Mediterranean climate that Visby has during those late summer weeks, but Norrhamn knows one thing — how to do a lot with very little.

Welcome to Medieval Week - Lite Edition

The beach on the eastern side of the Island has been decked out with as many wooden tables and benches as is logistically possible, while still leaving some areas free for games and dancing. There's a wooden stage set up close to the woods, and a couple of racks of lovingly sponsored time-appropriate clothes available for those who want to blend in with the times.

Entertainment: To set the mood, management hired a band of Baltic musicians that will take up the stage for most of the day, playing well into the night. There's also dumb-ass jester performances from time to time, usually while the musicians are taking a break. The biggest event however is the fire show that starts up as soon as night falls right by the edge of the water.

Games: There's not quite enough room for an actual jousting tournament (my heart breaks) but there's a whole heap of stick horses for those eager to make their own. You're also welcome to take part in any number of feats of skill and strength, like rövkrok, armwrestling, or pillow-fighting on a slick wooden log. For those of a more intellectual persuasion, there's also a number of medieval board- card- and dicegames available.

Food and drink: Oh man. Oh man? There's so much food. Like, if some of the early guests thought that first welcome party had food in abundance, you ain't seen nothin' yet. Between the whole spit-roasted wild boar, through the pea soup and pork, the saffron-pancakes with dewberry jam, the roasted root vegetables (no potatoes in sight), the smoked pike-perch, the freshly baked spiced breads, the apple- hazelnut bread pudding, no one will go home hungry*. Wash it down with flagons of mead, spiced wine, beer brewed on honey and hops, or perfectly alcohol-free elderberry or lingonberry lemonades.

*There is of course thirium alternatives for the android population.

For those interested in more info on the actual Medieval Week, here's a link

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[ It's not that Zel is particularly buzzed, but he's certainly not immune to the inhibition lowering effects of a good mead, either. In fact, if anything, it's making him more annoyed faster! ]

Dramatic? Practically all sorcerers in my world wear capes. It's totally normal! [ He pulls at his collar a little self-consciously. ]

[ Haein was blessed to have alcohol put him in better moods than what he's usually in. No one wants to imagine a Haein that gets irritated faster. That's just bad news for everyone.

But oh, a sorcerer. That's new. ]

You do magic tricks?

I'm not some third rate parlor magician! I can cast the most powerful spells in spirit shamanism, and I've destroyed countless demons and armies of monsters! [ He sure is raising his voice now, waving an arm at the stupid jesters throwing flaming sticks at each other. ]Those are just tricks!

[ Wow, apparently what he said was offensive.

But okay, he should react to this with some level of surprise. Regular human beings don't deal with demons or monsters. Haein's normally honest with people, but when it comes to the fact that he's not entirely human, he'll take that secret with him to the grave. ]

So... you're basically a more powerful jester.

[ Zelgadis pulls a hand over his face and takes a deep breath. Then, he finishes his mead, setting the mug down with a heavy clunk. ]

Yes. Fine. If that's all you're capable of boiling this down to, I am just a very powerful jester.

[ Nice, he probably did this clueless human thing right. ]

And that means you get to wear the cape.

[ Now Haein's just making fun. He tries to hide the small smirk on his face by taking a drink. ]

[ Good job acting like a complete moron! ]

Listen, you idiot, anyone can just wear a cape. It's not special. [ Seriously, Zel has never felt this self-conscious about his normal everyday clothing choices before. ]Usually it's wearing other clothes that makes him feel foolish. If anything, you're the one who stands out here, since it looks like everyone else got the message about appropriate dress for the day.

[ On a regular day, that observation would have sent Haein straight for cover, but drunk Haein just looks mildly uncomfortable, gaze darting toward the people around them. No one seems to be paying attention to him... ]

I wouldn't be caught dead wearing those costumes.

[ Yeah, he'd blend in, but his mind is working more along the lines of wearing a costume, which is just a huge no for him. ]

Really? And what you're wearing now isn't effectively a costume for a non-medieval idiot tonight?

[ Normally, Zel would have just given up and left such a hopeless conversation, but his pride's taken a hit, and the mead's making him hot under the collar.

He jabs a stony finger into Haein's shoulder, indicating a particular garment of "normal person costume". ]

[ Okay, buddy, Haein's just going to push that stony finger away from his shoulder. ]

It's clothes that normal people wear. I guess you wouldn't know that.

[ Pointedly looks to Zel's cape. ]

[ Zel's head sinks into his hands for one, long breath. ]

We're going in circles. This is foolish.

[ He pushes back from the table and stands up, swiping his empty mug and making his way back to the keg for a refill. ]

[ Haein stays where he is, watching after Zelgadis as he leaves the table.

He's feeling a bit smug. In his drunk mind, he's got the idea that he won this argument... Even if it really was a ridiculously dumb one and that there were no winners here, only idiots. ]

[ Haein will only have his victory for a few moments. Zel's stalking back to the table, a freshly filled mug in one hand and a wad of dark green wool in the other. He slams his mug down on the table to free up both his hands so he can loop the big floppy viking cowl over Haein's head. ]

There. Try it.

[ This is a surprise. He didn't think Zel would come back, let alone with this... thing in tow.

Haein pulls away, startled by the action and offended that he's basically being dressed in what looks like a piece of complete embarrassment. ]

This is stupid.

[ He makes a face as he pulls at the fabric to eye it like it's going to kill him. ]

Summer 11 - Medieval Week Mingle

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