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Around Athera are several posters, some attached to pigs that run about and others nailed to doors and trees. All of them however share a common similarity, the messy gold writing that, upon looking, makes the reader feel enlightened with joy.

The Feast of Knoxgiving

In Celebration Of Full Bellies

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Races Invited:

Wee-Folk

Beard’uns

Droods

Wood Ears

Snelves

High Ears

Dark Ears

Gobos

Cats

(Kind) Greenskins/Redskins/Brownskins/Blueskins/Greyskins

 

Races Not Invited:

Munchkins (Undead Halfling Mix)

Impropers (Improper Halflings and/or Edgies)

(Mean) Greenskins

 

Activities:

Shogging

Cake Baking Contest

Barrel Rolling

Ale Drinking Contest

Story Fun Time

Pig Race

and finally

The Grand Knoxgiving Feast!

 

Prizes Include:
Golden Shog

Trophy

Golden Ale Keg

Prize Pig

 

Contributions are welcome:
- Food

-Carpenters and wood workers

-Pigs

-Ale

 

Harvest Date:

Friday November 14th

6:00 EST

11:00 GMT

Be there!

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Shreck squints at the poster before frowning, wishing blue skins were allowed... "Hrmpf!" he blurts out

 

(( btw what are Munchkins and Impropers?))

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Marvin of Pravets paces his hall excitedly, mind filled with anticipation for Knoxgiving.

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Pippo glares at it with a mere nod as he'd mumble to himself "Ah think it may beh time fer m' return..."

 

Harrison Sharp darts his eyes at the poster, as he'd narrow his eyes at it, murmuring something under his breath as he'd continue to walk.

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The Boogie Man prepares for amazing ale drinking contest he will win, he is sure.

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A small raft lands on Dagobah beach, hairy feet crunching into the sand as an umbrella falls over, next to an old lawn chair. 

'I made that one...'

 

Clambering up the hill with a rucksack over his back Thimble glances to his mailbox, old letters and parcels spill from it, not many look to new as his friends stopped sending them after a while. Not their fault really. He shouldn't have left. Grasping some of the more recent letters from the pile he pushed his way inside. The old door creaking having not been opened in years. 

"Rubbish."

"Adver'."

"Love le'er..."

"Oh..."

The message about the festival, signed with the name of somebody he should have written to a long while ago. Taking a piece from his own desk he wrote a reply to send off to Fumble.

I'll be there, my friend. -TC

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Kardel has no idea if he falls under munchkin or improper

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Fumble fixes the date and clarifies the races.

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Amell begins fishing in preparation for the Great Knoxgiving Feast.

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Shreck squints at the poster before frowning, wishing blue skins were allowed... "Hrmpf!" he blurts out

 

(( btw what are Munchkins and Impropers?))

[[The whitewash of the Halflings.]]

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Dak'ir blinks as he reads over one of the leaflets. "Never been to a halfling party before..."

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((TIME CHANGED TO 

6:00 EST

11:00 GMT))

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Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.

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