Carthum One-Tusk
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Carthum One-Tusk: The Grove
The crowds seemed smaller this year than last. Or larger? Carthum wandered through the crowd, but with a purpose; he couldn't be distracted by childish things like minstrels and food stands now. He was a cleric of Suru! And he had a mission at the moment, albeit a very simple and private one. Still, clerics of Suru never wavered from their mission!
There were quite a few orcs and half-orcs, though, their scattering numbers quite rowdy even among the noise of the crowds.
Carthum moved quickly on. He had made a bee-line through the edges of the festival, and now was coming upon his and his sister's 'secret place.' Of course, calling it as such was just a hold-over from when they had watched the festival growing up, and very few people would come out this far. It was hardly a good spot to watch! But you could still hear! The crowds had crept closer to their small grove, but this year, it still remained untouched.
Three old darkwood trees, knotted and gnarled, hung over the remains of an old stump. The trees could barely be said to have a canopy- they had few leaves, despite the bark looking quite healthy. The stump was big enough that even now, Carthum and Metea could sit comfortably on it.
There were a lot of old rumors about their favorite spot, some involving lightning strikes and a storm sent by sister spring, and others about a dryad, but when Carthum had asked an elder member of the church, she had said that the tree had just died and fallen over from old age. Even trees aged.
Carthum stayed standing for now, one hand to his brow as he scanned the crowd for Metea. She tended to stick out, but in this huge crowd, even a tiefling could go unnoticed!
She had better hurry, though. The council was already starting to address the crowd!
The crowds seemed smaller this year than last. Or larger? Carthum wandered through the crowd, but with a purpose; he couldn't be distracted by childish things like minstrels and food stands now. He was a cleric of Suru! And he had a mission at the moment, albeit a very simple and private one. Still, clerics of Suru never wavered from their mission!
There were quite a few orcs and half-orcs, though, their scattering numbers quite rowdy even among the noise of the crowds.
Carthum moved quickly on. He had made a bee-line through the edges of the festival, and now was coming upon his and his sister's 'secret place.' Of course, calling it as such was just a hold-over from when they had watched the festival growing up, and very few people would come out this far. It was hardly a good spot to watch! But you could still hear! The crowds had crept closer to their small grove, but this year, it still remained untouched.
Three old darkwood trees, knotted and gnarled, hung over the remains of an old stump. The trees could barely be said to have a canopy- they had few leaves, despite the bark looking quite healthy. The stump was big enough that even now, Carthum and Metea could sit comfortably on it.
There were a lot of old rumors about their favorite spot, some involving lightning strikes and a storm sent by sister spring, and others about a dryad, but when Carthum had asked an elder member of the church, she had said that the tree had just died and fallen over from old age. Even trees aged.
Carthum stayed standing for now, one hand to his brow as he scanned the crowd for Metea. She tended to stick out, but in this huge crowd, even a tiefling could go unnoticed!
She had better hurry, though. The council was already starting to address the crowd!