Fo' belly an' banquet

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Lanvyn knelt at the foot of the old oak, the bustle of hoof and boot threatening to drown him out as he bellowed amongst the great forest of Hefrumm. . 

 

"Weh' spoke 'uv blessin' our 'alls wit' praise 'uv Anbella! Now a' ask 'uv ya' t'at weh' no' just bless, weh' show ou' love an' appreciation for 'er! A' s'all be 'osting a venture t'e gatha' th' bountry tha' Anbella 'as graced 'pon our mountains an' forests! No' come an' join me in fishin', 'untin' an' scavengin' for th' great  banquet we's sure t'e 'ave in 'er name!

 

A few slow, fewer halt to listen as he rose his voice further, raising an' old fishing rod in one hand and a basket of fruit & veg in another. .

 

"Tonigh' a roam th' great rivers an' streams 'uv Urguan, Norlan', Oren an' Elvenesse! A' gif' rod an' line t'e any willin' t'e join an' gatha' th' fruits 'uv th' world fe' a grea' banquet in Anbella's honour! An' t'e th' lad tha' catches th' larges' fish, a' go' a prize fur' th' bugga'! Buehehehe!"

 

Lanvyn's laugh broke from beneath his beard as he hopped down, resting an old leathery hand on a beardling's shoulder. . 

 

"Tell th' lads, th' gals an' ya' caste leada's t'e git' thur' tools. . weh' shoul' ring th' fores' an' mountain 'alls wit' our merriment. Anbella's blessin' s'all ring frum' th' very roots an' 'ighest branches in 'efrumm!"

 

 

((02/01/2020 at 8pm British standard i'll be holding a small event in Hefrumm. Anyone who's heard word of this is able to attend and word does travel quite quickly. . Hope y'all can make it!))