ObiAndy
First Post
It’s the first day of autumn, and a light breeze off the gulf has blown away the remnants of last night’s rain. Today is a perfect day for a festival, and a festival is exactly what the town of Sandpoint is going to have.
By mid-morning it has gotten warmer, and most of the town’s citizenry is gathered in a cobbled plaza that is headed by the impressive facade of the town’s cathedral. Set up near the doors of the beautiful stone structure is a wooden stage with a podium that is to be used for the speeches that will soon kick off the festival. Long tables in rows with benches fill the area around the stage, indicating the spot to be when feasting begins!
Pennants and streamers dress up the rooftops and faces of the surrounding shops, most of which are open for business. The doors of the White Deer Inn up the road stand open and a steady column of smoke from the house’s kitchens trails up into the sky. The smell of the roasts the inn is providing for the community feast mingles in the breeze with a dozen other savory smells coming from merchant’s tents and vending carts. The plaza is becoming increasingly filled with people and a babble of voices – locals, travelers, farmers in town for the day with their families, and merchants both local and exotic. Music can be heard from a dozen sources around the square and up the street in the direction of the inn.
[All of you happen to be seated at the same table, happily feasting upon the baskets of bread and fruits that have been laid out. Carry on with intros...]
By mid-morning it has gotten warmer, and most of the town’s citizenry is gathered in a cobbled plaza that is headed by the impressive facade of the town’s cathedral. Set up near the doors of the beautiful stone structure is a wooden stage with a podium that is to be used for the speeches that will soon kick off the festival. Long tables in rows with benches fill the area around the stage, indicating the spot to be when feasting begins!
Pennants and streamers dress up the rooftops and faces of the surrounding shops, most of which are open for business. The doors of the White Deer Inn up the road stand open and a steady column of smoke from the house’s kitchens trails up into the sky. The smell of the roasts the inn is providing for the community feast mingles in the breeze with a dozen other savory smells coming from merchant’s tents and vending carts. The plaza is becoming increasingly filled with people and a babble of voices – locals, travelers, farmers in town for the day with their families, and merchants both local and exotic. Music can be heard from a dozen sources around the square and up the street in the direction of the inn.
[All of you happen to be seated at the same table, happily feasting upon the baskets of bread and fruits that have been laid out. Carry on with intros...]