Post by Nuala on Oct 6, 2011 11:51:58 GMT -5
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A blood red Moon hung low and full in the night sky above Wistvale. Quite befitting of the Harvest. That time of the year when Wistvale's farmers reaped the fruits of their labors. More work to be done, goods to sell, the lifeblood of the town renewed. The prosperity of Wistvale depended on Harvest, and so in return, they celebrate the occasion with the Harvest Festival. Already the children gave chase to each other across and through the streets, wearing their disguises. A little girl painted herself blue, wearing a cheap purple hat and carrying a little hammer in her hands, swinging it around carelessly as a boy avoided the swings, hair tied in a pony tail.
"I'm the Commander, you're not supposed to fight me!"
The boy folded his arms, sticking his tongue at her.
From the side another couple of kids ran into view, both wearing cat ears, a boy and girl. The boy wore goggles and carried a wrench, the girl had a make-shift cat tail and giggled.
"Where's Toma?"
A chuckle came from behind them, and a bigger boy, wearing a cheaply constructed eye patch and carrying a toy axe patted the 'Commander' on the back.
"Didn't think I'd miss out on this did you?"
More children joined them, a boy who dyed his hair red, wearing a kimono and another girl who drew an extra pair of eyes on her head, and a few others who resembled Wistvale's current heroes. The group of children grew, some wearing more monstrous attire, all young enough to escape the more demanding labors of Harvest. They gathered outside the Tavern, whispering about a plan.
Inside the festivities of the occasion were underway. Decorations covered the walls and ceiling, little fake bats and carved pumpkins taken from the patch growing close to the forest. Kerag already passed out at the bar, his hand clutching a half-full tankard of ale.
A banquet of food and drink were set out on the tables, and though some of the townsfolk attended, along with a few regulars of the tavern, the feast was intended to be a thank you to the Guard and the citizens who volunteered themselves to serving the town.
A blood red Moon hung low and full in the night sky above Wistvale. Quite befitting of the Harvest. That time of the year when Wistvale's farmers reaped the fruits of their labors. More work to be done, goods to sell, the lifeblood of the town renewed. The prosperity of Wistvale depended on Harvest, and so in return, they celebrate the occasion with the Harvest Festival. Already the children gave chase to each other across and through the streets, wearing their disguises. A little girl painted herself blue, wearing a cheap purple hat and carrying a little hammer in her hands, swinging it around carelessly as a boy avoided the swings, hair tied in a pony tail.
"I'm the Commander, you're not supposed to fight me!"
The boy folded his arms, sticking his tongue at her.
From the side another couple of kids ran into view, both wearing cat ears, a boy and girl. The boy wore goggles and carried a wrench, the girl had a make-shift cat tail and giggled.
"Where's Toma?"
A chuckle came from behind them, and a bigger boy, wearing a cheaply constructed eye patch and carrying a toy axe patted the 'Commander' on the back.
"Didn't think I'd miss out on this did you?"
More children joined them, a boy who dyed his hair red, wearing a kimono and another girl who drew an extra pair of eyes on her head, and a few others who resembled Wistvale's current heroes. The group of children grew, some wearing more monstrous attire, all young enough to escape the more demanding labors of Harvest. They gathered outside the Tavern, whispering about a plan.
Inside the festivities of the occasion were underway. Decorations covered the walls and ceiling, little fake bats and carved pumpkins taken from the patch growing close to the forest. Kerag already passed out at the bar, his hand clutching a half-full tankard of ale.
A banquet of food and drink were set out on the tables, and though some of the townsfolk attended, along with a few regulars of the tavern, the feast was intended to be a thank you to the Guard and the citizens who volunteered themselves to serving the town.