the market streets of the free city Marsol is filled with the bustle of day to day operations, as shoppers perused the many wares, and merchants haggled and peddled with the best of them. “Get your Flaming Quak here! Fresh off the oven!” “Exotic spices from the land of Maroone! We got lavender! we got Cinnamon!” “one of a kind trinkets and artifacts from Alborma! You won't find anything like this in The Circle I can assure you of that!” The market was busier than normal as the festival was in town, The yearly Grand Festival of Marsol was the peak event of all the year in The Circle, drawing visitors from all 8 kingdoms that surrounded the free city.
Lormane, to the north, a land of stout folk, who primarily deal in hard metals, Kinarem, to the south, a jovial people, always drunk off their own wine and ale that the region is famous for, Jingam, to the west, an odd folk, lean and tall, their kingdom lives in and among the forest in harmony with nature, their cities hewn out of trees, and wooden bridges connecting each home to each other, they are known for being shrewd diplomats, having a Jingamite in your court was considered a great honor. Darmos to the east, are world-class entertainers, and patrons of the arts. Asore, to the South-west, their entire kingdom is situated around the Great Lake of Avar. Sacrinest, to the south-east of Marsol, is the land that has the only passage through the Ring of Hadgor, the mountain range that surrounds The Circle. Haretin, to the North-east, are known for their unique culinary feats and the fertile lands surrounding the River Balbos, that empties into Avar from the mountain. And lastly but not leastly, the kingdom of Tulmire to the north-west famed for their horse breeding and cavalry.
This year the streets are extra busy and crowded, as the Festival opening ceremony draws near, This year marks the 300 year anniversary of the formation of The Circle Alliance, and the subsequent pushback of the forces of the Tiaminin Empire to the far west as they tried to conquer and make The Circle one of their many territories under the war-mongering Emperor Shansin the 3rd. Nowadays the Tiaminin Empire is a shell of what it was and has mostly receded its control to the far west, and many kingdoms and free city-states have popped up in the regions they used to control. Word has spread throughout the land of the greatness of this yearly festival, and how this year is going to be the Grandest of all the years, Fitting the 300th year anniversary, Why have you come to the Festival? Are you a merchant trying to secure a spot as one of the festivals official suppliers? are you a lowly thief aiming to pick the pockets of the festival goers? a guard aiming to protect the festival from said lowly thieves, Or just a member enjoying the Festivities?
The bustle of the festival draws me. I step past the various stores peddling their wares. It has been a week since my last supplies run. I need to replenish my food. Checking my pocket for the gold necklace, making sure it’s still there, I walk around the market.
I make my way to the Northeast to see what the Haretins have to offer, while I avoid eye contact with the crowd of people. I’m really not in the mood to talk.
I step out of the inn and into the bustle of the crowds. I pause, taking in the sunlight and the rhythm of the people around me. I look around, and spot a beggar near the entrance to a nearby alley, and toss him a gold coin. "Heads or tails?" I call out.
He looks at me, astonished. "Heads!"
I smile at him and nod my thanks, and move my way through the crowd, headed towards whatever seems to be drawing everyone's focus, skipping as I go, and ignoring all of the odd looks I get. I barely notice them anymore.
Ah yes, the Festival of Marsol, I had always heard great things about it, but this time it was the first occurrence where I hadn't been locked up during it's festivities. It was certainly a sight to behold, with dozens of people milling about, and the smell of food wafting through the air. I eyed the vendors and merchants tables eagerly, as there were lots of valuable knickknacks I could swipe, that and I had a debt to repay from a friend who helped get me out early. Just then, I spotted some guards in the distance and slipped into the crowd.
Murdan Tholmgood stood at the center of a large crowd. As an entertainer, the Festival was an event that he would loathe to miss, Standing and singing as he plucked his Lute for the crowd and for the many patrons of the festival walking amongst the stalls, Though the didn't need the coin, he was here on contract with the city, he had agreed to play at the festival for three nights in return for free room and board for the duration of the festival, It was the last day of his contract and for the next couple days he could enjoy it like everyone else.
Today was actually the day of the signing of the Alliance pact, and though the festival itself would continue for another week, tonight would be the crowning event, rumored even to include some sky-bombs from Tiaminin that would light up the night in a wonderful display of sparks.
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As I enter the free city of Marsol, Greatsword on my back, clinking against my armour with every step I take, several people cast a distrusting eye towards me.
I can't blame them. This free city usually isn't visited by Paladins, but the Grand Festival had drawn even me to the lands of the Circle with a clear purpose, after spending a few years in Sacrinest.
For a few hours, I stroll through the city, glancing at market stands, and I listen to a Dwarf playing the lute - but when a few guards appear behind me, I think I see suspicious movement in the distance in front of me, and I squint my eyes.
Moving as quickly as I could, I pushed my way through the crowds of people. There were so many, it was almost overwhelming. The sights, the sounds, the smells, the most by far I'd ever been around.
Scanning the buildings I saw one that resembled a tavern, if a little overcrowded. I headed towards it, one hand protectively on my staff.
I'd been walking for days along a simple dirt path. My feet are aching and covered in blisters from the hours spent on the road. Sometimes, a rider on an elegant horse would pass me, and for a moment I'd be envious of their steed. Or shoes. Or both. But then, I wouldn't be able to feel the earth beneath my feet, and I'm reminded why I don't wear shoes.
Someone in the last town I visited - the name eludes me - mentioned a festival "definitely worth visiting!", and so after buying myself a map and getting the name of the city, I made the long trek North to see what all the fuss is about.
The city is rather large, and elegantly designed. Definitely a lot nicer than some of the other places I've been to, that's for sure. The further in I walk, taking a cobbled pathway along the river, I come to what I assume to be a market square, people yelling all sorts of things at passers-by. After discerning a few of the shouts, I realise they're selling things from food to clothes to useless trinkets. Grinning gently, I slow my pace to a leisurely stroll, looking around with curious eyes, my gaze devouring the spectacular surroundings of this river city.
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"When the going gets tough, the tough get going. Guess I'm a coward for staying and fighting."
It’s my favorite time of the year, time for the great festival of Marsol. I’ve attended every year since my childhood, the first year I actually remember celebrating was the 250th year of the festival.
As I step into the main square, the sounds surrounding me instantly transport me back to that time fifty years ago. So much has changed since then, if I knew then what I do now, I wonder if I would have attended the festival that first year. While deep in recollection I hear a voice that I recognize that draws me back to the present. I look up to see who it might be...
@Talosim as you walk around the stalls you notice many people looking at you oddly, many try to give you a wide berth if it were possible with the busy streets "******* scalehead" you hear one mutter as they push past you
@Team_Hufflepuff as you wander around the stalls you see a number of interesting sights, a group of people playing cards, A half-elf looking somewhat overloaded making a beeline for a tavern and a group of people hanging around a Dwarf playing a lute.
@statik: The rest of the people that are playing with you groan and toss in their coins, some doubling down and some leaving
@sensory: you manage to slip away from the guards
As Murdan: I spot a familiar face step out of the crowd and stop playing for a moment. "Heleryra? is that you? My word its been a while hasn't it?"
I find myself drawn to the center of the festivals with all the sights and sounds, performances all around me. The peals of laughter reminds me of the future I was robbed of. It pains me. I receive scathing stares and pointed murmurs but I shrug them off like water off a duck’s back.
I wonder what was the festival about? I hear of some Alliance signing but being a hermit has cut me off from the world. Was it The Circle Alliance? I grabbed the nearest person to ask.
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As I pass by the group playing cards, I slyly glance to see who needs help winning. (Perception: 18)
Seeing this, I cast Prestidigitation to change the face of their opponents hidden cards, hoping to give them a hand. Then I quickly slide into the crowd surrounding the dwarf, watching as his performance ends as he greets an old friend, straining to hear what's being said.
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the market streets of the free city Marsol is filled with the bustle of day to day operations, as shoppers perused the many wares, and merchants haggled and peddled with the best of them. “Get your Flaming Quak here! Fresh off the oven!” “Exotic spices from the land of Maroone! We got lavender! we got Cinnamon!” “one of a kind trinkets and artifacts from Alborma! You won't find anything like this in The Circle I can assure you of that!” The market was busier than normal as the festival was in town, The yearly Grand Festival of Marsol was the peak event of all the year in The Circle, drawing visitors from all 8 kingdoms that surrounded the free city.
Lormane, to the north, a land of stout folk, who primarily deal in hard metals, Kinarem, to the south, a jovial people, always drunk off their own wine and ale that the region is famous for, Jingam, to the west, an odd folk, lean and tall, their kingdom lives in and among the forest in harmony with nature, their cities hewn out of trees, and wooden bridges connecting each home to each other, they are known for being shrewd diplomats, having a Jingamite in your court was considered a great honor. Darmos to the east, are world-class entertainers, and patrons of the arts. Asore, to the South-west, their entire kingdom is situated around the Great Lake of Avar. Sacrinest, to the south-east of Marsol, is the land that has the only passage through the Ring of Hadgor, the mountain range that surrounds The Circle. Haretin, to the North-east, are known for their unique culinary feats and the fertile lands surrounding the River Balbos, that empties into Avar from the mountain. And lastly but not leastly, the kingdom of Tulmire to the north-west famed for their horse breeding and cavalry.
This year the streets are extra busy and crowded, as the Festival opening ceremony draws near, This year marks the 300 year anniversary of the formation of The Circle Alliance, and the subsequent pushback of the forces of the Tiaminin Empire to the far west as they tried to conquer and make The Circle one of their many territories under the war-mongering Emperor Shansin the 3rd. Nowadays the Tiaminin Empire is a shell of what it was and has mostly receded its control to the far west, and many kingdoms and free city-states have popped up in the regions they used to control. Word has spread throughout the land of the greatness of this yearly festival, and how this year is going to be the Grandest of all the years, Fitting the 300th year anniversary, Why have you come to the Festival? Are you a merchant trying to secure a spot as one of the festivals official suppliers? are you a lowly thief aiming to pick the pockets of the festival goers? a guard aiming to protect the festival from said lowly thieves, Or just a member enjoying the Festivities?
The bustle of the festival draws me. I step past the various stores peddling their wares. It has been a week since my last supplies run. I need to replenish my food. Checking my pocket for the gold necklace, making sure it’s still there, I walk around the market.
I make my way to the Northeast to see what the Haretins have to offer, while I avoid eye contact with the crowd of people. I’m really not in the mood to talk.
Talosism | Draconic Bloodline Sorcerer | Worshipper of None
I step out of the inn and into the bustle of the crowds. I pause, taking in the sunlight and the rhythm of the people around me. I look around, and spot a beggar near the entrance to a nearby alley, and toss him a gold coin. "Heads or tails?" I call out.
He looks at me, astonished. "Heads!"
I smile at him and nod my thanks, and move my way through the crowd, headed towards whatever seems to be drawing everyone's focus, skipping as I go, and ignoring all of the odd looks I get. I barely notice them anymore.
I flip a coin from my pocket and glance at it; With a smirk i throw my dice onto the table, as they clatter to a stop, a pair of 6's are revealed
as I gather the gold from the pot and look around at the table I ask "Anyone else want to try their luck?"
Leon Tarmikos/Human/Warlock 5
Ah yes, the Festival of Marsol, I had always heard great things about it, but this time it was the first occurrence where I hadn't been locked up during it's festivities. It was certainly a sight to behold, with dozens of people milling about, and the smell of food wafting through the air. I eyed the vendors and merchants tables eagerly, as there were lots of valuable knickknacks I could swipe, that and I had a debt to repay from a friend who helped get me out early. Just then, I spotted some guards in the distance and slipped into the crowd.
Yilis Rakadon/Half-Elf/Rogue 5
Murdan Tholmgood stood at the center of a large crowd. As an entertainer, the Festival was an event that he would loathe to miss, Standing and singing as he plucked his Lute for the crowd and for the many patrons of the festival walking amongst the stalls, Though the didn't need the coin, he was here on contract with the city, he had agreed to play at the festival for three nights in return for free room and board for the duration of the festival, It was the last day of his contract and for the next couple days he could enjoy it like everyone else.
Today was actually the day of the signing of the Alliance pact, and though the festival itself would continue for another week, tonight would be the crowning event, rumored even to include some sky-bombs from Tiaminin that would light up the night in a wonderful display of sparks.
As I enter the free city of Marsol, Greatsword on my back, clinking against my armour with every step I take, several people cast a distrusting eye towards me.
I can't blame them. This free city usually isn't visited by Paladins, but the Grand Festival had drawn even me to the lands of the Circle with a clear purpose, after spending a few years in Sacrinest.
For a few hours, I stroll through the city, glancing at market stands, and I listen to a Dwarf playing the lute - but when a few guards appear behind me, I think I see suspicious movement in the distance in front of me, and I squint my eyes.
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Ferrus | Human | Paladin 5
Moving as quickly as I could, I pushed my way through the crowds of people. There were so many, it was almost overwhelming. The sights, the sounds, the smells, the most by far I'd ever been around.
Scanning the buildings I saw one that resembled a tavern, if a little overcrowded. I headed towards it, one hand protectively on my staff.
All I need is a strong drink and a quiet corner.
I'd been walking for days along a simple dirt path. My feet are aching and covered in blisters from the hours spent on the road. Sometimes, a rider on an elegant horse would pass me, and for a moment I'd be envious of their steed. Or shoes. Or both. But then, I wouldn't be able to feel the earth beneath my feet, and I'm reminded why I don't wear shoes.
Someone in the last town I visited - the name eludes me - mentioned a festival "definitely worth visiting!", and so after buying myself a map and getting the name of the city, I made the long trek North to see what all the fuss is about.
The city is rather large, and elegantly designed. Definitely a lot nicer than some of the other places I've been to, that's for sure. The further in I walk, taking a cobbled pathway along the river, I come to what I assume to be a market square, people yelling all sorts of things at passers-by. After discerning a few of the shouts, I realise they're selling things from food to clothes to useless trinkets. Grinning gently, I slow my pace to a leisurely stroll, looking around with curious eyes, my gaze devouring the spectacular surroundings of this river city.
"When the going gets tough, the tough get going. Guess I'm a coward for staying and fighting."
It’s my favorite time of the year, time for the great festival of Marsol. I’ve attended every year since my childhood, the first year I actually remember celebrating was the 250th year of the festival.
As I step into the main square, the sounds surrounding me instantly transport me back to that time fifty years ago. So much has changed since then, if I knew then what I do now, I wonder if I would have attended the festival that first year. While deep in recollection I hear a voice that I recognize that draws me back to the present. I look up to see who it might be...
@Talosim as you walk around the stalls you notice many people looking at you oddly, many try to give you a wide berth if it were possible with the busy streets "******* scalehead" you hear one mutter as they push past you
@Team_Hufflepuff as you wander around the stalls you see a number of interesting sights, a group of people playing cards, A half-elf looking somewhat overloaded making a beeline for a tavern and a group of people hanging around a Dwarf playing a lute.
@statik: The rest of the people that are playing with you groan and toss in their coins, some doubling down and some leaving
@sensory: you manage to slip away from the guards
As Murdan: I spot a familiar face step out of the crowd and stop playing for a moment. "Heleryra? is that you? My word its been a while hasn't it?"
I find myself drawn to the center of the festivals with all the sights and sounds, performances all around me. The peals of laughter reminds me of the future I was robbed of. It pains me. I receive scathing stares and pointed murmurs but I shrug them off like water off a duck’s back.
I wonder what was the festival about? I hear of some Alliance signing but being a hermit has cut me off from the world. Was it The Circle Alliance? I grabbed the nearest person to ask.
Talosism | Draconic Bloodline Sorcerer | Worshipper of None
I grin and glance down at my winnings, shrugging, I stand to leave, preparing for tonight's main event
"I wonder what sort of taverns there are around here..." I mutter to myself
"bet there will be plenty to drink farther into the festival....and more coin to be won"
I begin walking towards the center of the festival, the freshly-won gold putting a swift stride in my step
Leon Tarmikos/Human/Warlock 5
As I pass by the group playing cards, I slyly glance to see who needs help winning. (Perception: 18)
Seeing this, I cast Prestidigitation to change the face of their opponents hidden cards, hoping to give them a hand. Then I quickly slide into the crowd surrounding the dwarf, watching as his performance ends as he greets an old friend, straining to hear what's being said.