Come evening, the large coastal Burg of Garmsby becomes bustling with life. It was finally time to commence their bi-annual harvest festival. Lights lined the streets, vendors opened up shops, and people from all over Evras were here to buy and sell goods. Garmsby was completely prepared to enjoy itself. While the residential district was left mainly unattended, thousands flocked to the commercial district, filling the town square with vendors ready to celebrate the good harvest. However, one of the larger events of the night seems to be occurring on a stage right in the middle of the district, with two large scarecrows resting upon one another. Torches are lit around local performers, who are putting on a magnificent show in front of the scarecrows.
Reese, a young woman with strawberry-blond, long hair and a set of white and cyan traveler's clothes, watches the performance with such joy, her face is lit up, "This is such a unique culture, there is nothing like this in my kingdom." She says quiet enough for no one else to hear
Gwing follows Kormic through the festival. They try to slump over and keep their eyes lowered to avoid looking anyone in the eyes. "This is... This is amazing. You could fit hundreds of my clan here and still have space. Wow there little one, careful now." Gwing says in a gravely voice just loud enough to be heard as a young child almost runs into their legs. Smiling a toothy grin that is surprisingly warm and welcoming, Gwing carefully moves through the crowds. They are amazed by the variety and sheer number of people. Looking almost star struck, they whisper in Kormic's ear, "My clan never had as big a festival as this. Our greatest one was to our dragon lord and was more rowdy. Lots of fighting to prove our strength. The whole clan acted as one family and celebrated our lord. We would bring great big game for him to feast on."
Kormic walks with Gwing, his hood pulled off of his head. His dark eyes bright, trying to hold back the excitement. It's been a while since he's been away from work long enough to enjoy something like this. "Take it in, friend. A festival like this is one of those rare events where everyone puts aside their differences and gets along." As they continue walking through the festival grounds, Kormic notices a booth selling baked goods. Specifically selling Kelpie Buns. "Gwing! Look at these Kelpie Buns!" Kormic says getting a little excited. "I had these all the time growing up. They're sweet buns made from a special wheat that grows in the lake near my childhood home in Aynor." Kormic turns to the vendor to order two buns, one for himself and one for his friend.
The vendor, a petite older woman, charges you 1 sp for the two buns and thanks you for your patronage with a smile on her face. To Kormic they taste just like home, and to Gwing, it's something brand new, unlike anything they'd had before.
"Ooh, many thanks," Gwing says as they accept the bun."Mmmm... That was amazing. We mostly ate what we could hunt back north. Someday I will need to make you fresh caught Aurochs over a coal fire."
A pale blue tiefling in a homey set of traveling clothes stands in the wake of the performance, marveled by the thespians' showmanship. He's positively vibrating in his spot as a smile stretches out on his face. "This was worth the trip," he whispers to himself, "even after that dose laid a sword on me." Well, at least he's bought a few pastries to keep himself company after that predicament. The local foods are simply to die for!
Taigon would waltz within the central plaza, slowly making his way through the crowd, not really with a destination in mind, but enjoying the festival. He stepped alongside the music, turning and shuffling his body in slight manners as if to try and feel the fun and joy just as much at everyone else. Eventually, he reached a small fence, and leaned against it, his body aching of all the moving around.
"Umberlee, almighty, this place's alive, ain't it?", he'd say to himself under his breath, cracking his back with a smile under the already grizzling beard, feeling few slices pain across his dorso as he readjusted his body onto a more confortable position, sliding his belt and buckles upwards, tightening them onto his torso. His voice was harsh and rough, also rather grumpy sounding.
Looking around, hoping to find anything to drink, he locks his eyes onto the first bar he could find along the line of bright lights, sitting on any of the stools, and hitting up the barista with a friendly smile: "Aye, lad! Pour me an ale, will ya? Lighter ye got, my body ain't ready for the strong ones yet, heh!"
Belpos has pulled up a spot with a mug of tea which is mostly just warm, dirty water, but he enjoys it still. The holding it. He doesn’t even mind when it gets all up in his big black mustache.
He keeps his hat low, and his jacket open wide. His bare feet are up under him in a lotus position as he drinks.
Belpos watches the familiar Kormic showing that drowner around, and feels a little bit of jealousy at the carefree way they talk to each other. He keeps scanning the crowd and sees a pretty red head that keeps his attention for a few moments before moving on. A blue Tiefling, not one of the usual suspects around town is here. And some loudmouth just sat down nearby looking to drink. Figures, he thinks. Then scolds himself, recalling that he promised he’d try to change his life this year. Maybe by not being so negative, or even by making a friend. Maybe with the lout? No, not yet. After the performance.
As the scarecrow performance becomes increasingly extravagant, more and more people seem to find themselves drawn to the crowd. Much to the vendors' disappointment, business dwindles are hordes of people surround the stage. Do you follow? If so, how deep into the crowd do go?
Perry lets himself be taken in by the merriment of the crowd, laughing at the commotion. He thinks about pushing to the front of the crowd, but what's the rush? He's content in the center. He sways to the rhythm as he wines and dines and for a moment, he forgets to worry.
"Come friend. Let us see this show," Gwing rasps as they push towards the front of the crowd to find a good view for them and their friend. As they pass the blue skinned tiefling, Gwing can't help but stare having never seen someone who looks at all like that. Leaning down to Kormic, they ask, "What manner of man was that with the blue skin? Never in my life have I seen someone like that."
He would see the crowd gathering, and step up himself, "Now wha's this", he'd whisper to himself, before taking few steps towards the commotion, staying outside the crowd of people.
Reese happened to be in the front of the group, though as crowds gathered, she got trampled. She lays there on the ground, mumbling to herself "Gods, people here are much more rude if I must add."
(For those close to the front of the crowd) The performers seem even more encapsulating up close. You find yourself enthralled in their movements and voices. Those in the back can definitely feel their presence as well, but it's not as strong. It seems as though the whole Burg is here to watch this one performance. Masked by the fray of the performance, a blue, smoke-like whisp slowly makes it way up throughout the streets.
Everyone please roll a perception check, those in the crowd or close to the front of the performance (Perry, Reese, Kormic, and Gwing) roll at disadvantage please!
Come evening, the large coastal Burg of Garmsby becomes bustling with life. It was finally time to commence their bi-annual harvest festival. Lights lined the streets, vendors opened up shops, and people from all over Evras were here to buy and sell goods. Garmsby was completely prepared to enjoy itself. While the residential district was left mainly unattended, thousands flocked to the commercial district, filling the town square with vendors ready to celebrate the good harvest. However, one of the larger events of the night seems to be occurring on a stage right in the middle of the district, with two large scarecrows resting upon one another. Torches are lit around local performers, who are putting on a magnificent show in front of the scarecrows.
Reese, a young woman with strawberry-blond, long hair and a set of white and cyan traveler's clothes, watches the performance with such joy, her face is lit up, "This is such a unique culture, there is nothing like this in my kingdom." She says quiet enough for no one else to hear
Gwing follows Kormic through the festival. They try to slump over and keep their eyes lowered to avoid looking anyone in the eyes. "This is... This is amazing. You could fit hundreds of my clan here and still have space. Wow there little one, careful now." Gwing says in a gravely voice just loud enough to be heard as a young child almost runs into their legs. Smiling a toothy grin that is surprisingly warm and welcoming, Gwing carefully moves through the crowds. They are amazed by the variety and sheer number of people. Looking almost star struck, they whisper in Kormic's ear, "My clan never had as big a festival as this. Our greatest one was to our dragon lord and was more rowdy. Lots of fighting to prove our strength. The whole clan acted as one family and celebrated our lord. We would bring great big game for him to feast on."
Kormic walks with Gwing, his hood pulled off of his head. His dark eyes bright, trying to hold back the excitement. It's been a while since he's been away from work long enough to enjoy something like this. "Take it in, friend. A festival like this is one of those rare events where everyone puts aside their differences and gets along." As they continue walking through the festival grounds, Kormic notices a booth selling baked goods. Specifically selling Kelpie Buns. "Gwing! Look at these Kelpie Buns!" Kormic says getting a little excited. "I had these all the time growing up. They're sweet buns made from a special wheat that grows in the lake near my childhood home in Aynor." Kormic turns to the vendor to order two buns, one for himself and one for his friend.
The vendor, a petite older woman, charges you 1 sp for the two buns and thanks you for your patronage with a smile on her face. To Kormic they taste just like home, and to Gwing, it's something brand new, unlike anything they'd had before.
"Ooh, many thanks," Gwing says as they accept the bun. "Mmmm... That was amazing. We mostly ate what we could hunt back north. Someday I will need to make you fresh caught Aurochs over a coal fire."
A pale blue tiefling in a homey set of traveling clothes stands in the wake of the performance, marveled by the thespians' showmanship. He's positively vibrating in his spot as a smile stretches out on his face. "This was worth the trip," he whispers to himself, "even after that dose laid a sword on me." Well, at least he's bought a few pastries to keep himself company after that predicament. The local foods are simply to die for!
Taigon would waltz within the central plaza, slowly making his way through the crowd, not really with a destination in mind, but enjoying the festival. He stepped alongside the music, turning and shuffling his body in slight manners as if to try and feel the fun and joy just as much at everyone else. Eventually, he reached a small fence, and leaned against it, his body aching of all the moving around.
"Umberlee, almighty, this place's alive, ain't it?", he'd say to himself under his breath, cracking his back with a smile under the already grizzling beard, feeling few slices pain across his dorso as he readjusted his body onto a more confortable position, sliding his belt and buckles upwards, tightening them onto his torso. His voice was harsh and rough, also rather grumpy sounding.
Looking around, hoping to find anything to drink, he locks his eyes onto the first bar he could find along the line of bright lights, sitting on any of the stools, and hitting up the barista with a friendly smile: "Aye, lad! Pour me an ale, will ya? Lighter ye got, my body ain't ready for the strong ones yet, heh!"
Belpos has pulled up a spot with a mug of tea which is mostly just warm, dirty water, but he enjoys it still. The holding it. He doesn’t even mind when it gets all up in his big black mustache.
He keeps his hat low, and his jacket open wide. His bare feet are up under him in a lotus position as he drinks.
Belpos watches the familiar Kormic showing that drowner around, and feels a little bit of jealousy at the carefree way they talk to each other. He keeps scanning the crowd and sees a pretty red head that keeps his attention for a few moments before moving on. A blue Tiefling, not one of the usual suspects around town is here. And some loudmouth just sat down nearby looking to drink. Figures, he thinks. Then scolds himself, recalling that he promised he’d try to change his life this year. Maybe by not being so negative, or even by making a friend. Maybe with the lout? No, not yet. After the performance.
Paladin - warforged - orange
As the scarecrow performance becomes increasingly extravagant, more and more people seem to find themselves drawn to the crowd. Much to the vendors' disappointment, business dwindles are hordes of people surround the stage. Do you follow? If so, how deep into the crowd do go?
Perry lets himself be taken in by the merriment of the crowd, laughing at the commotion. He thinks about pushing to the front of the crowd, but what's the rush? He's content in the center. He sways to the rhythm as he wines and dines and for a moment, he forgets to worry.
"Come friend. Let us see this show," Gwing rasps as they push towards the front of the crowd to find a good view for them and their friend. As they pass the blue skinned tiefling, Gwing can't help but stare having never seen someone who looks at all like that. Leaning down to Kormic, they ask, "What manner of man was that with the blue skin? Never in my life have I seen someone like that."
"A tiefling. I've run into a few at sea and in some of my travels. They're definitely an interesting people, they know how to find excitement."
Belpos will try to find a good spot to watch from behind the crowd.
Paladin - warforged - orange
He would see the crowd gathering, and step up himself, "Now wha's this", he'd whisper to himself, before taking few steps towards the commotion, staying outside the crowd of people.
Reese happened to be in the front of the group, though as crowds gathered, she got trampled. She lays there on the ground, mumbling to herself "Gods, people here are much more rude if I must add."
(For those close to the front of the crowd) The performers seem even more encapsulating up close. You find yourself enthralled in their movements and voices. Those in the back can definitely feel their presence as well, but it's not as strong. It seems as though the whole Burg is here to watch this one performance. Masked by the fray of the performance, a blue, smoke-like whisp slowly makes it way up throughout the streets.
Everyone please roll a perception check, those in the crowd or close to the front of the performance (Perry, Reese, Kormic, and Gwing) roll at disadvantage please!
9
13
(Perry's Vibing lol)
6
(Guess I can't see much on the ground. XD)