Fellowship of the Dice

Torrak continues smiling, though internally, he is lost in thought. A quick nod of the head and extended handshake snaps the dwarf back to reality, his decision already made in full. "Deal lads! Shake on it! Despite what my brother might think or say, I promise you that we won't breathe a word to Jurin's dad or the others." Torrak briefly allows his face to scrunch with second guess and then promptly continues on with his commentary. "Just as long as you two fine young lads agree to promise that you'll come and seek us out the next time that the hankering for ale or mead strikes your fancy! I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you, nope not one bit!"

Allowing time for response, Torrak then inquires. "Now then lads, how about that there sackrace!?"

Torias just stands next to his brother and lets him do the talking. He looks at the youths sternly and nods approvingly. Then he gets ready for the sackrace.

"Right! We are going to kick your arses! Come on Jurin!" Gunner and Jurin hustle to the entrance of the sack race area. After offering up some tickets, the last ones the dwarves have, the four are paired up ready for the sack race. A whole row of people going to race line up, two people to a sack. Among the racers are plenty of kids, some ladies, and a bunch of the locals. Notably among them is Jak Crimmy, the owner of the ramshackle Jak-a-Napes famous for his cinnamon crusted flapjacks.

The carny running the event holds his hand over his head, "Ready! Set! Go!"

Torrak leaps forwards as hard as he can, shouting "I SURE DO WISH THAT I HAD SOME TASTY FLAPJACKS TO EAT WHEN I WIN THIS HERE RACE!"

Jak looks over from where he's in a sack with some woman. "When you LOOSE this race friend, you come on over, I'll fix you up a batch!" He doesn't say for how much, but he has a big smile on his face. With everyone in the race ready the carny running the show shouts, "Ready! Set! Hop!" He drops his arm and the line of sack racers start hopping attempting to bet the others while not falling on their faces. Right at the start a couple goes down, and a few others stagger but the race is on and the various folks are strung out along the race course.


Gunner and Jurin are off to a bad start, Kreed's kid falters and then falls on his face pulling Gunner down with him. That puts the kids already behind the dwarves who hop off to a good start keeping pace with Jak and many others. Turning the cone at the end of the track is tricky as you have to have one person hop faster than the other. It proves easy enough for the Twins, but Jak's lady takes a tumble sending them behind as the kids catch up at this point. On the home stretch some pair of Lumberjacks are out in front and everyone is trying to catch them, which causes Torias to push harder than his scribe skills allow and he tangles his brother up and the two Dwarves hit the frozen earth. That gives Gunner and Jurin and Jak and his Lady time to catch up. The three teams hop, laughing and shouting with fun, across the finish line at the same time, just in time to take second place in a three way tie!

The crowd is laughing and shouting and everyone present, even those in dead last, have had a good time in the sack race.

"So we all lost - we all have to tell the others we were drinking ale!" Torias is still out of breath from the jumping.

Torrak falls to the ground and begins to laugh out loud. For once in his life the dwarf has had some genuine F-U-N. Allowing himself the chance to cackle like a madman, Torrak rolls about in the snow and tries his best to get Gunner and Jurin to join him in the good time. Once all is said and done, the bald dwarf then rises to his feet and comments. "Now then, what say you we find that there Jak and see about getting us some flapjacks!?"

Gunner looks at Torrak rolling in the snow and then starts to giggle and then laugh and the infection spreads and soon everyone is laughing and holding their sides or rolling about in the snow. The boys have had a darn good time and being a bit drunk they are easily swayed into making fools of themselves in the snow with the dwarves.

Torrak tosses one last snowball at both Gunner and Jurin, and then one more over towards his brother. The dwarf's face aches from laughing and his hind end is starting to sting from the bitter cold. Now rubbing his arse rather brusquely, the dwarf takes the time to reiterate. "Oh my that was fun lads! But I was dead serious when I said that I wanted to find that there Jak and see about getting us some of his trademark flapjacks. What say ye boys, and brother!? Shall we let some food float around in our bellies full of drink? C'mon if so!"

Just as Torrak is talking about flapjacks something happens in the southeast area of the event field. There is a bit of commotion from the southeast, and a whisper goes through the crowd. One word on the breeze, "Namdrin." People start to turn and look, and there striding up the main way through the Carnival comes Namdrin Quinn. He moves without a word, and with very little noise. Namdrin is a sinewy half-elf of corded muscle and bone, with a long face haunted by loss. His sunken eyes do not fix on any who attempt to speak with him, instead staring off into a distant as he had a fading memory of happiness eludes his soul. His eyes are focused straight ahead and he pays no heed to anyone. "Where is he going?" Someone comments.


A large collection of people are following him, like rats to a piped piper almost. The all look excited, and you can see Celevan, Edgrin and the two kids Jak and Griet with them as well. Edgrin offers a wave when he spots the twins.
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