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(Cydra) The Year 271 Campaign (Low Magic experiment)
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<blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 2372604" data-attributes="member: 1210"><p>The clouds are turning orange as the sun sinks behind the mountains in the west. There’s a nice, cooling breeze- pleasant after a hot day. Only a few of the peasants are still toiling in the fields; the harvest is pretty much over. It is the nineteenth day of the eighth month of the 271st year After the Founding (A.F.). That means that the four-day harvest festival begins tomorrow.</p><p></p><p>Throughout the town of Whitewater, population 139, most people are taking off their shoes after a hard day’s work and smiling as they contemplate the morrow. Some of them have moved from one bit of work to another, however, and are setting up booths at the area designated for the festival that begins the next morning. </p><p></p><p>Brackburn Smith is erecting a small wooden structure; Bevin Tanner is setting up something simpler, just a place to hang hides and skins out. Bryan Boatwright and his son Bryan are putting together a large tent, from which they will try to sell toys and models- and to get <em>real</em> work. There are others putting things together, too. Jorgen Boatwright, self-appointed watcher of the town, walks around the perimeter to make sure all is well. He carries a spear; his is the only weapon in evidence. East and south of town, just a little ways down the river, several strangers’ wagons have camped for the night; doubtless they’ll be attending the festival in the morning. Perhaps some of them will even set up booths of their own- in fact, a very large area is staked and roped off with a sign.</p><p></p><p>Jorgen walks over and examines the sign. “That’s interesting,” he says aloud. </p><p></p><p><strong>----------Reserved for-----------</strong></p><p><strong>the Amazing Longleap Sisters!!!</strong></p><p></p><p>Jorgen scratches his head and fidgets. </p><p></p><p>“I wonder who they are,” he muses- again, aloud.</p><p></p><p>“I guess we’ll find out.” He turns and keeps wandering, keeping an eye out, making certain that all is well. </p><p></p><p>So far, so good.</p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>“Thquire, come with me! We thould inthpect the fethtival groundth!”</p><p></p><p>“Yes, my lord,” replies Goer, picking up the pace a bit. Cedric, his master, was besotted already. Goer was certain there had been a time when his master had not been so... fond of the bottle, but he couldn’t really remember when that had been. He had been a page, and now squire (well, not technically yet), for almost eleven years. It was a good life- a comfortable life. It probably wouldn’t have happened at all if it wasn’t for his father’s skill at his trade. Speaking of whom, his father would likely be showing items of smithcraft for the next few days while the festival went on. Goer just hoped that dad wasn’t going to ask him to work for the festival.</p><p></p><p>If he had to work for his dad on the festival, not only would he not get to have any fun, but everyone would call him by his name, Fwaigo, rather than his nickname. He much preferred Goer. Why his parents gave him such a weird name, he had no idea... none at all. Eh, no matter. Squire Goer was good enough for him.</p><p></p><p>After a cursory glance at the skeleton of the festival, Cedric and Goer head to the nearer of the town’s two taverns, the Fat Mallard. Brandon Mallard, the proprietor gives a friendly smile to the two of them. “Good evening!” he calls.</p><p></p><p>“Good evening, my fine thir,” replies Cedric. “A mug of your finetht, pleathe, on my father’th tab.”</p><p></p><p>Brandon waggles his finger at Cedric. “I know better than that,” he admonishes.</p><p></p><p>Cedric scowls and sits at a table near a window. Goer buys him a mug of ale, and himself one as well. The two sit and drink for a few moments, watching the festival grounds. </p><p></p><p>”Hey, look, it’s the ‘watchman’,” Goer snorts. The two head outside and begin heckling Jorgen. Recognizing Cedric for the son of the Lord Whitewater, Jorgen can only smile and endure. </p><p></p><p>Night draws in. As it does so, with no more coin to buy himself a drink, Cedric determines to return to the castle. “Come, thquire!” he calls, and Goer trots after him. Watching them go, Jorgen sighs.</p><p></p><p>“I better go make sure there isn’t any trouble at either of the taverns,” he muses aloud. His patrol takes him through the Fat Mallard, from which Cedric and Goer had emerged, and thence to the Honest Man, Whitewater’s other tavern. He approaches that one with a touch of trepidation; if there’s going to be a bar fight, it will probably be here. The Honest Man is certainly a little more permissive than the Fat Mallard, but both are nice enough places. “I certainly hope the festival is peaceable,” he says to himself as he enters the Honest Man. All is well. Soon he begins a circuit of the town. </p><p></p><p>Soon enough, though, he is asleep. Eager thoughts about the next few days keep him awake for a time, but he must be alert for trouble in the morning!</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="the Jester, post: 2372604, member: 1210"] The clouds are turning orange as the sun sinks behind the mountains in the west. There’s a nice, cooling breeze- pleasant after a hot day. Only a few of the peasants are still toiling in the fields; the harvest is pretty much over. It is the nineteenth day of the eighth month of the 271st year After the Founding (A.F.). That means that the four-day harvest festival begins tomorrow. Throughout the town of Whitewater, population 139, most people are taking off their shoes after a hard day’s work and smiling as they contemplate the morrow. Some of them have moved from one bit of work to another, however, and are setting up booths at the area designated for the festival that begins the next morning. Brackburn Smith is erecting a small wooden structure; Bevin Tanner is setting up something simpler, just a place to hang hides and skins out. Bryan Boatwright and his son Bryan are putting together a large tent, from which they will try to sell toys and models- and to get [i]real[/i] work. There are others putting things together, too. Jorgen Boatwright, self-appointed watcher of the town, walks around the perimeter to make sure all is well. He carries a spear; his is the only weapon in evidence. East and south of town, just a little ways down the river, several strangers’ wagons have camped for the night; doubtless they’ll be attending the festival in the morning. Perhaps some of them will even set up booths of their own- in fact, a very large area is staked and roped off with a sign. Jorgen walks over and examines the sign. “That’s interesting,” he says aloud. [b]----------Reserved for----------- the Amazing Longleap Sisters!!![/b] Jorgen scratches his head and fidgets. “I wonder who they are,” he muses- again, aloud. “I guess we’ll find out.” He turns and keeps wandering, keeping an eye out, making certain that all is well. So far, so good. *** “Thquire, come with me! We thould inthpect the fethtival groundth!” “Yes, my lord,” replies Goer, picking up the pace a bit. Cedric, his master, was besotted already. Goer was certain there had been a time when his master had not been so... fond of the bottle, but he couldn’t really remember when that had been. He had been a page, and now squire (well, not technically yet), for almost eleven years. It was a good life- a comfortable life. It probably wouldn’t have happened at all if it wasn’t for his father’s skill at his trade. Speaking of whom, his father would likely be showing items of smithcraft for the next few days while the festival went on. Goer just hoped that dad wasn’t going to ask him to work for the festival. If he had to work for his dad on the festival, not only would he not get to have any fun, but everyone would call him by his name, Fwaigo, rather than his nickname. He much preferred Goer. Why his parents gave him such a weird name, he had no idea... none at all. Eh, no matter. Squire Goer was good enough for him. After a cursory glance at the skeleton of the festival, Cedric and Goer head to the nearer of the town’s two taverns, the Fat Mallard. Brandon Mallard, the proprietor gives a friendly smile to the two of them. “Good evening!” he calls. “Good evening, my fine thir,” replies Cedric. “A mug of your finetht, pleathe, on my father’th tab.” Brandon waggles his finger at Cedric. “I know better than that,” he admonishes. Cedric scowls and sits at a table near a window. Goer buys him a mug of ale, and himself one as well. The two sit and drink for a few moments, watching the festival grounds. ”Hey, look, it’s the ‘watchman’,” Goer snorts. The two head outside and begin heckling Jorgen. Recognizing Cedric for the son of the Lord Whitewater, Jorgen can only smile and endure. Night draws in. As it does so, with no more coin to buy himself a drink, Cedric determines to return to the castle. “Come, thquire!” he calls, and Goer trots after him. Watching them go, Jorgen sighs. “I better go make sure there isn’t any trouble at either of the taverns,” he muses aloud. His patrol takes him through the Fat Mallard, from which Cedric and Goer had emerged, and thence to the Honest Man, Whitewater’s other tavern. He approaches that one with a touch of trepidation; if there’s going to be a bar fight, it will probably be here. The Honest Man is certainly a little more permissive than the Fat Mallard, but both are nice enough places. “I certainly hope the festival is peaceable,” he says to himself as he enters the Honest Man. All is well. Soon he begins a circuit of the town. Soon enough, though, he is asleep. Eager thoughts about the next few days keep him awake for a time, but he must be alert for trouble in the morning! [/QUOTE]
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