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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Bront" data-source="post: 2345213" data-attributes="member: 19696">Sunny and Troi head to the opening cerimony, and Fang is drug along by Oirhander.You manage to sneak your way in fairly close to the ropes, where several people making last minute preperations.  A man steps to the forefront as the others sit down.  He is fairly tall, well build but with a bit of girth, with short grey and a winning smile.  He calls for the crowd to quiet down, and a hush falls over the field."Ladies and Gentilemen, I'd like to welcome you to our fine town of Covington.  I am John Clinton, mayor of this wonderful town, and it is my estimed duty to welcome you to the Festival of Halina."Chears roar up from the crowd and the townsfolk alike.  After a short time, he hushes the crowd again."And now, to open the festival, we begin with the cerimonial harvesting of the last stalk of wheat.  This year, I am proud to present to you, to do the final harvest, my lovely daughter Daphnie."Again, the crowd applauses, as a beautiful young blonde woman steps up with a fairly good sized blade, waving towards the crowd.  She takes the blade, and slices the stalk near the base, before catching the stalk.  She smiles and bows to more cheers and applause.Sunny: [sblock]I probably don't have to tell you at this point that you recognise her from previous activities yesterday <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink    ;)"  data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" />[/sblock]John calms the crowd down again. "And now, as is tradition, Daphnie will toss out the last stalk, and who ever catches it shall be this year's master of cerimonies!"  Again the crowd goes wild. "Whenever you're ready dear" He says to his daughter.Daphnie smiles and winks over in the party's direction before she takes a few quick steps and casts the stalk into the crowd.  The stalk flies into the crowd, and lands, sticking in the hair of one suprised orc.  Quickly, several of the townsfolk rush over to Fang and escort him to the center.  Daphnie blushes a bit and smiles, giving Fang a quick hug and then places a gold medalion hanging from a ribbon around his neck.  The crowd cheers wildly as John tries to get the name of the still somewhat supprised orc."Ladies and Gentilemen, this festival's master of Cerimonies, FANG!" John shouts, and the crowd roards with applaus and chearing that seems unmatched in any previous attempts.  "Let the festival begin!" John calls out again to the chearing crowd, which eventualy begins to disperse.As the crowd disperses John smiles and shakes Fang's hand.  "Congratulations sir.  When you geet yourself settled, stop by the temple before noon."  John points to a rather husky woman "Talk to Hellen, chief priestes of Halina here about what you'll need to do.  It's nothing big, just a few cerimonal things for show, and the baking of the last wheat" he says as he pulls the stalk from Fang's head.  He pats Fang on the back and heads over to Hellen, who has had a big grin on her face looking at Fang, and hands her the stalk.  Hellen scurries off towards the temple.Troi:[sblock]You saw Daphnie scurry off towards town durring the final comotion, blushing profusely and mumbling something to herself[/sblock]</blockquote>

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