Majin
First Post
As the group moves on towards the festival good fortune is upon them, as they encounter no more danger on the way. Soon Mellorn guards are seen patrolling the roads with increasing frequency. Some look to Gharlef with concern but he waves them off, preferring to continue towards the city.
Entering the outskirts of the fair, ornate wooden buildings on platforms can be seen, suspended high in the trees, barely hidden in the canopy above. Quick glimpses of thin, wide-eyed faces of wood elf children staring down at you can be seen occasionally as you pass by, the faces of these children wrapped tight with the same cloth as Gharlef.
The sounds of hundreds of voices up ahead are added to the creaking of Therav's wagon.
Hundreds of people fill a large clearing in the forest. They talk excitedly, laughing and shouting greetings to friends they apparently haven't seen for several years. A large wooden gazebo at the center of the clearing is filled with chairs and tables and covered by a pointed roof of woven vines and leaves. Sunlight pours in through the large break in the ancient canopy above, shining off of dozens of colorful canvas stalls and tents set up in concentric circles around the clearing. Shoppers are already making deals, and everyone seems to be drinking or eating something.
Mellorn guards watch from platforms high in the trees, all around the edge of the clearing, and a large cluster of elevated Mellorn buildings is visible within the forest to the south. One in particular stands out above the rest; a breathtaking structure of crystal, glass, and living wood, the outline of which merges into the surrounding woods with graceful ease.
The Mellorn have set up tables of food just inside the woods behind the traders' stalls. A single wood elf stands behind each table, each filled with every sort of food and drink the forest can provide: cuts of boar and deer roasted with rare spices and wild root vegetables, fruits, shelled nuts, wine and beer made from mosses and wildflowers. All of it seems to be free for the taking, and the wood elves seem happy to see it go. Most fairgoers take the food with them and continue shopping or find a seat in the gazebo.
Gharlef politely excuses himself, indicating he will be at the healers, having his wounds tended.
Therav immediately begins searching for a good spot to set up his stall and camp, and asks Calenthang to come help hold poles while he sets stakes. Unfortunately, the only open spots that are left are those near the rim of the clearing, which appear to upset the merchant considerably. Nontheless, with Calenthang's help and anyone else that wishes to assist him, he sets up his stall and raises a large tent behind it, almost inside the woods.
"You all are welcome to sleep in my tent with me if you wish. If not, there are a number of large community tents set up over there if you prefer," he motions towards a one of the many large tents erected throughout the clearing.
"Please, go enjoy yourselves. The festival will last seven days and until I am ready to leave I doubt I will need much protection, so until then you may go about as you please."
Entering the outskirts of the fair, ornate wooden buildings on platforms can be seen, suspended high in the trees, barely hidden in the canopy above. Quick glimpses of thin, wide-eyed faces of wood elf children staring down at you can be seen occasionally as you pass by, the faces of these children wrapped tight with the same cloth as Gharlef.
The sounds of hundreds of voices up ahead are added to the creaking of Therav's wagon.
Hundreds of people fill a large clearing in the forest. They talk excitedly, laughing and shouting greetings to friends they apparently haven't seen for several years. A large wooden gazebo at the center of the clearing is filled with chairs and tables and covered by a pointed roof of woven vines and leaves. Sunlight pours in through the large break in the ancient canopy above, shining off of dozens of colorful canvas stalls and tents set up in concentric circles around the clearing. Shoppers are already making deals, and everyone seems to be drinking or eating something.
Mellorn guards watch from platforms high in the trees, all around the edge of the clearing, and a large cluster of elevated Mellorn buildings is visible within the forest to the south. One in particular stands out above the rest; a breathtaking structure of crystal, glass, and living wood, the outline of which merges into the surrounding woods with graceful ease.
The Mellorn have set up tables of food just inside the woods behind the traders' stalls. A single wood elf stands behind each table, each filled with every sort of food and drink the forest can provide: cuts of boar and deer roasted with rare spices and wild root vegetables, fruits, shelled nuts, wine and beer made from mosses and wildflowers. All of it seems to be free for the taking, and the wood elves seem happy to see it go. Most fairgoers take the food with them and continue shopping or find a seat in the gazebo.
Gharlef politely excuses himself, indicating he will be at the healers, having his wounds tended.
Therav immediately begins searching for a good spot to set up his stall and camp, and asks Calenthang to come help hold poles while he sets stakes. Unfortunately, the only open spots that are left are those near the rim of the clearing, which appear to upset the merchant considerably. Nontheless, with Calenthang's help and anyone else that wishes to assist him, he sets up his stall and raises a large tent behind it, almost inside the woods.
"You all are welcome to sleep in my tent with me if you wish. If not, there are a number of large community tents set up over there if you prefer," he motions towards a one of the many large tents erected throughout the clearing.
"Please, go enjoy yourselves. The festival will last seven days and until I am ready to leave I doubt I will need much protection, so until then you may go about as you please."
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