"A skilled raider you say?  You may come in handy yet.  Our stores of yeast are running dangerously low.  I told my fa we needed more months ago but he never liked calling for raids down the mountain.  But he ain't in charge anymore now is he?"

Again he belts out in laughter followed by a (smaller) chorus of others.  Several within the hall had slight scowls upon their faces at the mention of the previous bren'in.

"I assume your group will be staying the night amongst us.  Please, find me in the morning and we will discuss this further...if your bren'in has no issue?"

Ruairidh turns his head to see you as well as hide his expression.  He was clearly not thrilled with the idea.  Turning back to face Ciniod...

"It is not my place to say what my kinsman can or cannot do.  He is a free man, like we all, and may choose his own path."

Fachtna wandered up through the crowd, having been directed by some other party-goers where to go. He was stumbling a bit and gripped a mason jar in both hands, as if holding it was a very concentrated effort. He watched the others talk with a confused expression. Drunk and confused. What had he missed? He was trying to process if all the teasing was good natured or not.

He watched Ruairidh and Ciniod, but the quiet healer seemed to shy to intrude, even with the drink buzzing in his system.

Spying Fachtna having entered, Ruairidh bids him join them...

"Bren'in, may I present another of my clan, a talented healer"

Fachtna smiled and obliged Ruairidh, strolling veeeery carefully up to greet the new bren'in.

"Hail, Bren'in Ciniod! Apologies for my late arrival, I was off losing at knives," he greeted, likely louder than intended. "My name is Fachtna."

He bowed his head politely. "I do serve as a healer, but I..." He teetered a bit. "I'm alsho skilled at... Creating lots of different concoctions. Poisons, party favours."

He grinned loosely.
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"I see the wine has gotten ahold of this one.", he lets out a mighty laugh as he stands from his throne.  "With that in mind, I may have to challenge you to a game of knives at some point...with a small wager."  He grins widely at Fachtna as he begins making his way through the crowd.  "Enough of all this ceremony, let's get this party going!  Gid Gid Ya!", and with that he proceeds to exit the building and disappears into the throngs of revelers.

Ruairidh gave a curious glance at Ciniod as he walked by; a look of confusion and concern.

"I'm gonna go have a chat with the elders."

His expression was unhappy at best.

Erbin was confused, dismayed and a little upset with the way Ciniod had acted, the man evidently had no respect for tradition or others. Move over to where Fachtna stood, "Looks like you have had a little more to drink than you planned on."

Erbin looked around, keeping an eye on those from his clan and those that had seemed to be the close followers of the new Bren'in.

Fachtna hiccuped. "No no no," he shook his head to Erbin, in denial. "The amount was ex-zact-ly as planned but how it hit me, ahhh, so- not so much."

He tittered and looked over at Ruairidh, noted his troubled expression, then back to Erbin. His smile dropped. "Did something happen?"

Erbin looks around to see if anyone is trying to overhear their conversation "No not really I suppose. It seems the new Bren'in is somewhat disrespectful of tradition."

OOC: If no one has any further business, questions, or actions for the remainder of the evening, we can assume you all simply partied your asses off and we'll move along to the subsequent hangover...I mean morning.

In reply to Heart of the Mountain (msg # 34):

I will make a point to remain sober and to listen in on what people say. I will drink some, enough that I am not impolite, but not nearly as much as everyone else.

The party had truly been one for the ages.  Barrels of wine were consumed, dances were had, blood was spilled...it was a celebration like no other.  The joy and merriment, however, quickly disappeared as the morning sun crashed waves of pain across the throng of revelers.  The camp, once filled with the sounds of happiness, now sounded like a wounded tent on a battlefield.  Indeed, it was quite the party.  Before long, those that had kept their wits, or simply minded their intake, were up and about preparing breakfast.  Soon the smell of coffee, eggs and bacon wafted through the air.  While a pleasant and welcome smell for most, many heaved their disapproval into the closest bush or hedge.  Those that were able made their way to the main pavilion.
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In reply to Heart of the Mountain (msg # 36):

Travis prepared a few cups of coffee, one for each of his fellow's, and delivered them in kind. small doses of ferral wine was entered into the coffee to help the mind recover from the poison and withdrawl.
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Erbin awoke far later than he normally did. His head was throbbing and his moth was horribly dry, whatever was in that wine was incredibly strong. He had only indulged in a small amount, he could only imagine how some of the others were feeling. The smell of coffee roused him out of his stupor and he slowly began moving, regretting each tiny move, eventually he found the coffee cup someone had so thoughtfully left. Checking it to make sure it wasn't to hot he finished half a cup before stopping.

After several long minutes the headache slowly began to recede, slowly making his way to the groups campfire. Noticing Travis moving about, "I guess I have you to thank for this life saver."

In reply to Erbin Shay (msg # 38):

As he saw his fellow approach he made a nod of greeting, in response to the gratitude's he smiled lightly, "we may need more fixen then that wit' this Bren'in."

From out of the bushes stumbles a large, hairy figure covered in in leaves and twigs.  As the figure starts brushing himself off, you find you are staring at Ruairidh.

"That...was an interesting evening...and someone please hand me some coffee, my head is screaming.", and he slowly walks his way over to the small group.

In reply to Ruairidh McEntyre-Farrell (msg # 40):

Travis is already slowly shuffling past Ruairidh as he is brushing himself off, a cup with its handle aimed in the bush mans direction, he seems prepared to shuffle on past whether the cup is accepted or not.

"Morning"
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"I hope I don't attend another party like that for awhile."

Drawn like moth to flame by the smell of food, Maeryn arrived at the main pavilion to claim her share of breakfast.  She was tired, but in better shape than most.  Her arrival in the night had gone unnoticed by most.  Scavenging was a necessity and she'd stumbled onto a haul that was too good to pass up, party or no party.  As such, she had forgone imbibing in the deathly wine in favor of sleep and had crashed shortly after pitching her tent, indifferent to the noise of stupidly drunk revelers.

Her stomach growled as she collected her plate and then hunkered down on a stump near the fire to eat.  "Drink too much?" she asked Erbin.  "Not alone in that, I see."  Dark eyes flitted to Ruairidh and then away.  "Ya get a gander at the new Bren'in?"  Her fork scraped against the tin plate as she shoveled a mound of eggs into her mouth.  She ate quickly, but neatly.

"Pain does not even describe what I am feeling."

He cradled his coffee with love, his only respite this morning.

"Yeah...we met him.", he says rather dryly, not taking his eyes off his coffee.

Erbin raises his coffee cup to Maeryn, "No where near as much as the rest of this did, but whatever it is they put in that wine doesn't seem to care how much you drink." Erbin drinks the last of his coffee and then pours himself another. Looking around to make sure they are alone, "Can't say I was impressed, overall."

In reply to Erbin Shay (msg # 45):

Travis sat down, quietly and unobtrusively, next to Erbin "Not too much" and he made a subtle head gesture to the coffee.

His form tucked itself in to keep warm as he slowly worked on a little breakfast as well.
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She snorted into her coffee.  Tasting the slight hint of alcohol in the bitter liquid, she flashed Travis an appreciative smile.  Her boots shifted in the dirt as she leaned forward on her knees.  "Sounds like things didn't go 'zactly as planned."  Her attention shifted again to Ruairidh.  "What's that mean for the likes of us, though?  Bad leaders make piss poor decisions and get people killed."

"Agreed...but so far its been rumor and hearsay.  His manners certainly leave something to be desired, that's for sure.  I guess it remains to be seen but I want you all on your guard.  Listen, watch, learn..."