Rholor's Honor Guard and their Terrible No Good Very Bad Day
May 26, 2019 17:16:30 GMT
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Post by Ser Baine Cinderwood 🔥🌼 on May 26, 2019 17:16:30 GMT
"Dear Thea,
We done it again, didn't we. Traipsed off on an adventure and ended up BACK IN THE FEYWILD.
It was me, Markas, Milo, the dwarf who's gonna make me a sick new breastplate, Horrus the dragonborn, Jacinta the competent halfling ranger and Ginead the Green, the dude with the amazing warhorse Powerful Stuart. We volunteered to go on an escort mission for a guy named Rholor. He's a fancy High Priest of Selune, goddess of the moon or something.
We all showed up at his temple bright and early in the morning. I dunno what I was expecting but his temple was pretty plain, all white stone and a general moon-theme, I guess, but no gold or magical artefacts laying around, no mysterious dudes in robes with incense and shit.
Just a guy who was apparently a pretty big deal but not big enough of a deal that he could wander off through the country side on his own. So he hired us as Escorts. A Safety In Numbers type situation.
But as we sit there in the pews of the temple, Rholor chilling on the steps in front of us like he's trying to relate to the small folk, he casually drops into the conversation that the place he's going just so happens to be the feywild. See, Thea, there's these Games happening soon, the Amaranthine Games. Those wild fey nobles are competing to be.. the best or something. Coolest. The biggest wildcard in the feywild, I don't know. Part of the Games is that whoever is the winner of the fey nobility can pick like a champion, I guess, who gets to become fey nobility along with them. This Rholor guy allegedly killed a hag for Sarastra, Queen of Night and Magic (or something equally fancy) so she picked him to be the guy who gets to ascend (I think they called it).
So he needs to go to the feywild for a ceremony to accept this "gift" and we need to go with him, cos he can kill a powerful hag but is scared of bandits or something.
At that point it was a bit too late to back out but I made it very clear I wasn't happy about going. (Rholor wrote it down on one of the billion scrolls he was carrying, which was nice of him, I guess.) And off we went. Took a stroll through the woods and found a magic tree, walked around it a bunch of times and ta-daa, back in the fucking Feywild.
I wasn't in the best mood, as I'm sure you can understand.
We walked to this hilltop with a bunch of magic tree archways and an old elf pointed at one of them which would take us to the city of Equinox.
Being Rholor's bodyguards we decided to go through first and secure the area, so to speak. But there was no point to that, was there, because we go through and land in this house somewhere, and we've all been turned into kids.
Kids, Thea. Remember 10 year old me? That's what I looked like. KIDS. Fucking hell. All our stuff was gone, everyone's weapons and packs and shit, except for Phil and Hoop cos they're extra special and magic. Powerful Stuart got turned into a bloody pony. Rholor fell through the portal just after, equally childlike. He tried to fix us with magic but was completely useless as a kid and couldn't do anything. Some goblins were there and said they were gonna sell us (WHAT) so we had to fight them.
I could barely lift Phil with my weak little child arms but we got the job done. (Phil wasn't happy with me being a kid. It was embarrassing.)
After that Rholor said we had to get to the Equinox temple of Selune so they could fix us there. Apparently some guy named Langston had done the magic that turned us into kids. I don't know who he is but if I ever meet him I'm gonna punch him very hard in the face. So hard.
The entire city of Equinox is, for no reasons, partially below water for large parts of the year. I don't know why the people who live there don't move. We had to paddle this sad little raft around. We dodged some other kids who were probably pirates in a large boot-boat by pretending we was sick. We eventually got closer to the inner city and could walk around again. Markas found a marketplace and looked for trinkets for Hoop, as always. He ended up buying a statue for them and paid for it with THE COLOR OF HIS HAIR. He's completely grey now. Like, don't get me wrong, he's still a handsome devil as a silver fox, but what the hell. Gold is apparently not a currency they deal in over in the feywild.
After that there was a like a festival thing and a parade, and the music was so good, Thea, the catchiest fucking tunes you've ever heard. It magicked me, of course. Fucking Feywild. Jace and I danced along for a good long while, and the others had to start a bloody conga line to get us to keep moving towards the temple. Ginead was in the front, still on Powerful Pony Stuart (he kept calling him Hormonal Stuart but that seems insulting to such a fine horse) which was apparently so far up the feywild alley that the entire parade joined the conga line.
Gods above. It got us past the guards and into the inner city at least, and I stopped dancing. Thank FUCK.
We ended up roping some guards into escorting us to the temple; Rholor convinced them he was actually a Big Deal, and we got turned back. FiNALLY. All our stuff came back and Phil was was happy again.
We got Rholor to the palace of the Queen and, okay, this was pretty cool. Before we could see the Queen we were told we had to clean up a little. So we got to just tell them what kind of clothes to get us and then they got it! They added to the embroidery on my armour so all the writing glitters now. I got a VERY nice fur-lined cloak as well (I know it's summer, I don't care) and a new sheath for Phil with markings on it to match my armour. He loves it, I'm sure. And they braided my hair, almost as well as you used to.
Jacinta looked super classy, Markas got out of his rags and got some ruffles and a cape going, Milo's beard was off the chain, Horrus was polished to perfection. I don't have words to describe Ginead, but it was brilliant. He looked a little like a cake. Rholor.. got his usual robes cleaned or something, I guess, what a waste of an opportunity.
We all looked fresh as hell, and we got to mingle with fey nobles for a while. Rholor is now officially the guy who gets ascended if Queen Sarastra wins the Games and in the end we got paid extra for all the de-aging stuff, and got to keep our new clothes. All in all, annoying as balls, but not my worst trip to the feywild.
Now I just have to figure out how to keep adventuring and make a living without being drawn into these damn Games. They'll be going on for a while, and I don't reckon there's a place in Kantas that'll be safe from them.
I'll figure something out. I don't think they'll be a problem for you guys in Aschenwald but regardless - don't go to the feywild, Thea.
Take care.
All my love,
Baine"
Baine is sitting in his usual Letter Writing Seat by the fire at the Cavernous Seashank. There's a pint and a sad looking quill, some ink and parchment. He scribbles something, pauses, drinks, crosses something out. Occasionally stops to admire the glitter of his armor in the firelight.
After changing back into his usual Rags from the party in Daring, Markas strolls out into the main room of the seashank and spots Baine by the fire, writing his usual letter after an adventure.
"I guess now or never," he says to himself before strolling over.
He takes a seat next to Baine.
"Hey Baine. Hows your letter going?"
Baine looks up, wide grin spreading across his face at the sight of his friend.
"Markas! Pull up a seat, have a drink. JEDD! A DRINK FOR MARKAS!"
He gestures down at the parchment he's been scribbling on.
"I'm trying to write Thea about the trip we took with Rholor. I already warned her about the Feywild once but one more time couldn't hurt to sort of.. drive the point home, right?"
As he speaks he looks a bit troubled, like he's trying to think really hard about something. It's probably not going well.
He picks at the glittering runes on his armor a little.
Markas sees the look of concern as he takes a seat next to Bain.
"What's on your mind Baine?"
Markas takes a sip of the drink Jedd hands him and winces. It's been over a month and Markas still hasn't quite got used to this drink but it's growing on him.
“Don’t make that face, mate, it’s good for you. Builds character.”
Baine winks as he takes a large drink from his own tankard.
As he sets it down though, the frown is back on his face.
“Okay so the first time I went to the feywild yeah? It was all ‘CRISIS THE BIG LIGHT IN THE SKY HAS GONE OUT PLEASE HELP’ and we fought this big air elemental and saved the day but it turns out it was all a big trick to do with these Games everyone’s going on about nowadays.
And then the second time...”
His face falls even further and his voice drops.
“The second time I went it was to just move some rocks and get paid and we ended killing a bunch of people. For like NO REASON, Markas.”
He takes another drink and sighs, staring down at his unfinished letter.
“These games are happening, for sure. I’m trying to figure out how to stay the fuck away from them.”
Markas looks visibly awkward for a second as Baine speaks.
"Well.... that's the thing. I was actually going to if you.... maybe, wanted to come with me?
Back to the Few Wild, I mean?"
He sits, cheesy grin on his face, expected Baine to kick up a fuss, but he knew this was going to take some convincing....
Baine sits very still, for a long time.
He doesn't say anything for quite a while as the cogs turn, at a glacial pace in his mind.
Finally he sighs deeply.
"You- You want to go back. And take part. In the Games. The Games in the Feywild. The Feywild Games where a bunch of high-end fey people will do mental shit to see who's the most high-end fey."
"Well.... yeah! Listen I know things got crazy before and your other trips.... didn't go so smoothly but.... look, something big is happening over there! We should be part of it!!!
That's why we came out here right?
What could go wrong?"
As he says this last bit, he realises himself what could go wrong.
Baine gives him a deadpan stare.
"All the things, Markas. All the things could go wrong."
He laughs a little to himself, an almost cynical laugh. (A rare sound to come out of Baine.) "Why we came out here. Yeah. Definitely," he says quietly.
He looks back at Markas, resignation in his eyes.
"You really gonna go? Punching ghosts out on the ocean isn't enough for you now, eh?" The smile is back, with it's usual shit-eating quality. "That fancy new sword of yours tell you to go stab Fey Dickhead Nobility?"
He's suddenly VERY serious again. "Wait, did it? Does your new sword talk?? Like Phil?
Markas laughs out loud, spilling some of his drink in the process. He quickly looks down with a grimace in case he has stained the floor... then remembers he's in the Seashank and the floor is nothing but stains.
"No, it doesn't talk! Besides I wouldn't want Hoop to take offence if I start carrying around anything else that can talk."
He leans forward, getting close to Baine, trying to be intense by slightly lowering his voice.
"And of course I want to go! Baine, something big is happening and I want to see it! I'd much rather we go and own this thing than sit here and let it happen around us, and something tells me you wouldn't want that either... anyway, it can't be all bad there. I know last time there was the being turned into a kid thing and you've had some rough trips but think about it...
We went to Equinox. An entire city out there, full of people and creatures. They have their own lives and customs, markets and songs.... It's different to here yeah, but is it that different really? I thought Kantas was strange when I got here at first. We have bad people here too... and, and even without going to the Feywild, we can't escape these games. They are going on around us whether we like it or not.
Let's own this!"
He sits back in his chair for a moment before smirking,
"Plus we might find some cool shit along the way?"
Baine looks like following that line of reasoning physically hurt him, but he seems to have grasped Markas' point.
He squints at his monk friend.
"That's a low blow, mate, you know how much I love cool shit."
A final heaving sigh rattles his hulking frame as he pointedly adds a post script to his letter.
"Fuck me sideways with a cactus. JEDD!! MORE FUCKING DRINK." His voice booms almost angrily throughout the seashank, but when his eyes meet Markas' the familiar glint is back.
"Alright, I'm in. But you're buying a new shirt, I'm not fighting on your team if you're wearing those rags."
"What's wrong with my shirt?"
He laughs as he carries on, well aware he is need of some new clothes by now.
"Fine! I'll get a new shirt.... and don't worry about the Feywild Baine, I'm sure whatever we come across we can handle if we stick together. Nothing's stopped us so far right?"
He smiles again as he finishes his drink, grimacing again as it goes down.
"To be honest I'm glad you've said yes already. I was going to say I'd try that strange Milk Jedd has if you'd agree to come along!"
Baine shakes his head a little.
"I'm coming with you Markas," he says, "If only to make sure you don't yourself killed and leave me to take care of Hoop for you."
The he smiles wider than ever.
"JEDD!! A glass of your finest milk for our Ghost Puncher!"
Markas' happy demeanour is quickly lost as he realises what he has done here.... this turns to slight horror when Jedd places the lumpy milk in front of him he saw Urso drinking before.
He looks at Baine and sees there's no going back now...
He takes a deep breath and composes himself... it can't be that Bad, he's seen Urso drink it more than once and he's still about. There was talk of a Tabaxi in town as well who'd probably drink it, not that Markas has seen them yet.... Why else would Jedd keep this?
Picks up the glass and watches a curdled lump turn over before sinking back to the bottom of the cup...
He drinks it.
A few minutes later, Markas wipes his mouth on his sleeve and stands up straight.
He knows that sleeve is going to smell terrible now so a new shirt is definitely his next purchase...
Jedd probably won't be happy with the sprayed lumpy milk across the fire place and the smell of it cooking on the logs isn't going to help matters much. Baine had a good laugh and will no doubt be bringing this up again in the future.
No-one will probably care about large pool of vomit outside the the back of the Seashank at least.... his stomach is still hurting though and he can't help but wonder how on Earth Urso manages to keep it down.
On shaky legs, Markas heads into town, looking for a new shirt.
A couple of hours later it seems the worst has passed. Baine carefully carries his defeated grey-haired brother in arms to his room at the Seashank, makes sure he has a bucket close by should he have further need for it and pats him gently on the arm.
"Someone clearly has to come with you to the games and make sure you don't kill yourself."
He closes the rickety door behind him and goes to post his letter.
"Ps. Markas is a dickhead and I guess we're going BACK TO THE FEYWILD. Maybe this time I'll get turned into something cool at least. Ds."
We done it again, didn't we. Traipsed off on an adventure and ended up BACK IN THE FEYWILD.
It was me, Markas, Milo, the dwarf who's gonna make me a sick new breastplate, Horrus the dragonborn, Jacinta the competent halfling ranger and Ginead the Green, the dude with the amazing warhorse Powerful Stuart. We volunteered to go on an escort mission for a guy named Rholor. He's a fancy High Priest of Selune, goddess of the moon or something.
We all showed up at his temple bright and early in the morning. I dunno what I was expecting but his temple was pretty plain, all white stone and a general moon-theme, I guess, but no gold or magical artefacts laying around, no mysterious dudes in robes with incense and shit.
Just a guy who was apparently a pretty big deal but not big enough of a deal that he could wander off through the country side on his own. So he hired us as Escorts. A Safety In Numbers type situation.
But as we sit there in the pews of the temple, Rholor chilling on the steps in front of us like he's trying to relate to the small folk, he casually drops into the conversation that the place he's going just so happens to be the feywild. See, Thea, there's these Games happening soon, the Amaranthine Games. Those wild fey nobles are competing to be.. the best or something. Coolest. The biggest wildcard in the feywild, I don't know. Part of the Games is that whoever is the winner of the fey nobility can pick like a champion, I guess, who gets to become fey nobility along with them. This Rholor guy allegedly killed a hag for Sarastra, Queen of Night and Magic (or something equally fancy) so she picked him to be the guy who gets to ascend (I think they called it).
So he needs to go to the feywild for a ceremony to accept this "gift" and we need to go with him, cos he can kill a powerful hag but is scared of bandits or something.
At that point it was a bit too late to back out but I made it very clear I wasn't happy about going. (Rholor wrote it down on one of the billion scrolls he was carrying, which was nice of him, I guess.) And off we went. Took a stroll through the woods and found a magic tree, walked around it a bunch of times and ta-daa, back in the fucking Feywild.
I wasn't in the best mood, as I'm sure you can understand.
We walked to this hilltop with a bunch of magic tree archways and an old elf pointed at one of them which would take us to the city of Equinox.
Being Rholor's bodyguards we decided to go through first and secure the area, so to speak. But there was no point to that, was there, because we go through and land in this house somewhere, and we've all been turned into kids.
Kids, Thea. Remember 10 year old me? That's what I looked like. KIDS. Fucking hell. All our stuff was gone, everyone's weapons and packs and shit, except for Phil and Hoop cos they're extra special and magic. Powerful Stuart got turned into a bloody pony. Rholor fell through the portal just after, equally childlike. He tried to fix us with magic but was completely useless as a kid and couldn't do anything. Some goblins were there and said they were gonna sell us (WHAT) so we had to fight them.
I could barely lift Phil with my weak little child arms but we got the job done. (Phil wasn't happy with me being a kid. It was embarrassing.)
After that Rholor said we had to get to the Equinox temple of Selune so they could fix us there. Apparently some guy named Langston had done the magic that turned us into kids. I don't know who he is but if I ever meet him I'm gonna punch him very hard in the face. So hard.
The entire city of Equinox is, for no reasons, partially below water for large parts of the year. I don't know why the people who live there don't move. We had to paddle this sad little raft around. We dodged some other kids who were probably pirates in a large boot-boat by pretending we was sick. We eventually got closer to the inner city and could walk around again. Markas found a marketplace and looked for trinkets for Hoop, as always. He ended up buying a statue for them and paid for it with THE COLOR OF HIS HAIR. He's completely grey now. Like, don't get me wrong, he's still a handsome devil as a silver fox, but what the hell. Gold is apparently not a currency they deal in over in the feywild.
After that there was a like a festival thing and a parade, and the music was so good, Thea, the catchiest fucking tunes you've ever heard. It magicked me, of course. Fucking Feywild. Jace and I danced along for a good long while, and the others had to start a bloody conga line to get us to keep moving towards the temple. Ginead was in the front, still on Powerful Pony Stuart (he kept calling him Hormonal Stuart but that seems insulting to such a fine horse) which was apparently so far up the feywild alley that the entire parade joined the conga line.
Gods above. It got us past the guards and into the inner city at least, and I stopped dancing. Thank FUCK.
We ended up roping some guards into escorting us to the temple; Rholor convinced them he was actually a Big Deal, and we got turned back. FiNALLY. All our stuff came back and Phil was was happy again.
We got Rholor to the palace of the Queen and, okay, this was pretty cool. Before we could see the Queen we were told we had to clean up a little. So we got to just tell them what kind of clothes to get us and then they got it! They added to the embroidery on my armour so all the writing glitters now. I got a VERY nice fur-lined cloak as well (I know it's summer, I don't care) and a new sheath for Phil with markings on it to match my armour. He loves it, I'm sure. And they braided my hair, almost as well as you used to.
Jacinta looked super classy, Markas got out of his rags and got some ruffles and a cape going, Milo's beard was off the chain, Horrus was polished to perfection. I don't have words to describe Ginead, but it was brilliant. He looked a little like a cake. Rholor.. got his usual robes cleaned or something, I guess, what a waste of an opportunity.
We all looked fresh as hell, and we got to mingle with fey nobles for a while. Rholor is now officially the guy who gets ascended if Queen Sarastra wins the Games and in the end we got paid extra for all the de-aging stuff, and got to keep our new clothes. All in all, annoying as balls, but not my worst trip to the feywild.
Now I just have to figure out how to keep adventuring and make a living without being drawn into these damn Games. They'll be going on for a while, and I don't reckon there's a place in Kantas that'll be safe from them.
I'll figure something out. I don't think they'll be a problem for you guys in Aschenwald but regardless - don't go to the feywild, Thea.
Take care.
All my love,
Baine"
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Baine is sitting in his usual Letter Writing Seat by the fire at the Cavernous Seashank. There's a pint and a sad looking quill, some ink and parchment. He scribbles something, pauses, drinks, crosses something out. Occasionally stops to admire the glitter of his armor in the firelight.
After changing back into his usual Rags from the party in Daring, Markas strolls out into the main room of the seashank and spots Baine by the fire, writing his usual letter after an adventure.
"I guess now or never," he says to himself before strolling over.
He takes a seat next to Baine.
"Hey Baine. Hows your letter going?"
Baine looks up, wide grin spreading across his face at the sight of his friend.
"Markas! Pull up a seat, have a drink. JEDD! A DRINK FOR MARKAS!"
He gestures down at the parchment he's been scribbling on.
"I'm trying to write Thea about the trip we took with Rholor. I already warned her about the Feywild once but one more time couldn't hurt to sort of.. drive the point home, right?"
As he speaks he looks a bit troubled, like he's trying to think really hard about something. It's probably not going well.
He picks at the glittering runes on his armor a little.
Markas sees the look of concern as he takes a seat next to Bain.
"What's on your mind Baine?"
Markas takes a sip of the drink Jedd hands him and winces. It's been over a month and Markas still hasn't quite got used to this drink but it's growing on him.
“Don’t make that face, mate, it’s good for you. Builds character.”
Baine winks as he takes a large drink from his own tankard.
As he sets it down though, the frown is back on his face.
“Okay so the first time I went to the feywild yeah? It was all ‘CRISIS THE BIG LIGHT IN THE SKY HAS GONE OUT PLEASE HELP’ and we fought this big air elemental and saved the day but it turns out it was all a big trick to do with these Games everyone’s going on about nowadays.
And then the second time...”
His face falls even further and his voice drops.
“The second time I went it was to just move some rocks and get paid and we ended killing a bunch of people. For like NO REASON, Markas.”
He takes another drink and sighs, staring down at his unfinished letter.
“These games are happening, for sure. I’m trying to figure out how to stay the fuck away from them.”
Markas looks visibly awkward for a second as Baine speaks.
"Well.... that's the thing. I was actually going to if you.... maybe, wanted to come with me?
Back to the Few Wild, I mean?"
He sits, cheesy grin on his face, expected Baine to kick up a fuss, but he knew this was going to take some convincing....
Baine sits very still, for a long time.
He doesn't say anything for quite a while as the cogs turn, at a glacial pace in his mind.
Finally he sighs deeply.
"You- You want to go back. And take part. In the Games. The Games in the Feywild. The Feywild Games where a bunch of high-end fey people will do mental shit to see who's the most high-end fey."
"Well.... yeah! Listen I know things got crazy before and your other trips.... didn't go so smoothly but.... look, something big is happening over there! We should be part of it!!!
That's why we came out here right?
What could go wrong?"
As he says this last bit, he realises himself what could go wrong.
Baine gives him a deadpan stare.
"All the things, Markas. All the things could go wrong."
He laughs a little to himself, an almost cynical laugh. (A rare sound to come out of Baine.) "Why we came out here. Yeah. Definitely," he says quietly.
He looks back at Markas, resignation in his eyes.
"You really gonna go? Punching ghosts out on the ocean isn't enough for you now, eh?" The smile is back, with it's usual shit-eating quality. "That fancy new sword of yours tell you to go stab Fey Dickhead Nobility?"
He's suddenly VERY serious again. "Wait, did it? Does your new sword talk?? Like Phil?
Markas laughs out loud, spilling some of his drink in the process. He quickly looks down with a grimace in case he has stained the floor... then remembers he's in the Seashank and the floor is nothing but stains.
"No, it doesn't talk! Besides I wouldn't want Hoop to take offence if I start carrying around anything else that can talk."
He leans forward, getting close to Baine, trying to be intense by slightly lowering his voice.
"And of course I want to go! Baine, something big is happening and I want to see it! I'd much rather we go and own this thing than sit here and let it happen around us, and something tells me you wouldn't want that either... anyway, it can't be all bad there. I know last time there was the being turned into a kid thing and you've had some rough trips but think about it...
We went to Equinox. An entire city out there, full of people and creatures. They have their own lives and customs, markets and songs.... It's different to here yeah, but is it that different really? I thought Kantas was strange when I got here at first. We have bad people here too... and, and even without going to the Feywild, we can't escape these games. They are going on around us whether we like it or not.
Let's own this!"
He sits back in his chair for a moment before smirking,
"Plus we might find some cool shit along the way?"
Baine looks like following that line of reasoning physically hurt him, but he seems to have grasped Markas' point.
He squints at his monk friend.
"That's a low blow, mate, you know how much I love cool shit."
A final heaving sigh rattles his hulking frame as he pointedly adds a post script to his letter.
"Fuck me sideways with a cactus. JEDD!! MORE FUCKING DRINK." His voice booms almost angrily throughout the seashank, but when his eyes meet Markas' the familiar glint is back.
"Alright, I'm in. But you're buying a new shirt, I'm not fighting on your team if you're wearing those rags."
"What's wrong with my shirt?"
He laughs as he carries on, well aware he is need of some new clothes by now.
"Fine! I'll get a new shirt.... and don't worry about the Feywild Baine, I'm sure whatever we come across we can handle if we stick together. Nothing's stopped us so far right?"
He smiles again as he finishes his drink, grimacing again as it goes down.
"To be honest I'm glad you've said yes already. I was going to say I'd try that strange Milk Jedd has if you'd agree to come along!"
Baine shakes his head a little.
"I'm coming with you Markas," he says, "If only to make sure you don't yourself killed and leave me to take care of Hoop for you."
The he smiles wider than ever.
"JEDD!! A glass of your finest milk for our Ghost Puncher!"
Markas' happy demeanour is quickly lost as he realises what he has done here.... this turns to slight horror when Jedd places the lumpy milk in front of him he saw Urso drinking before.
He looks at Baine and sees there's no going back now...
He takes a deep breath and composes himself... it can't be that Bad, he's seen Urso drink it more than once and he's still about. There was talk of a Tabaxi in town as well who'd probably drink it, not that Markas has seen them yet.... Why else would Jedd keep this?
Picks up the glass and watches a curdled lump turn over before sinking back to the bottom of the cup...
He drinks it.
A few minutes later, Markas wipes his mouth on his sleeve and stands up straight.
He knows that sleeve is going to smell terrible now so a new shirt is definitely his next purchase...
Jedd probably won't be happy with the sprayed lumpy milk across the fire place and the smell of it cooking on the logs isn't going to help matters much. Baine had a good laugh and will no doubt be bringing this up again in the future.
No-one will probably care about large pool of vomit outside the the back of the Seashank at least.... his stomach is still hurting though and he can't help but wonder how on Earth Urso manages to keep it down.
On shaky legs, Markas heads into town, looking for a new shirt.
A couple of hours later it seems the worst has passed. Baine carefully carries his defeated grey-haired brother in arms to his room at the Seashank, makes sure he has a bucket close by should he have further need for it and pats him gently on the arm.
"Someone clearly has to come with you to the games and make sure you don't kill yourself."
He closes the rickety door behind him and goes to post his letter.
"Ps. Markas is a dickhead and I guess we're going BACK TO THE FEYWILD. Maybe this time I'll get turned into something cool at least. Ds."
