The Grand Harvest Festival

[Bowen 14]

*A carefully hand-written poster is nailed to the town notice board*

The Merry Spring Faire

Me- Frerry an’ Tibb ‘ave been preparin’ a right treat for all yeh folks. We thought that since there ent been much goings on in town we should host a nice party, everyone’s invited o’ course. So bring yer mates, there’ll be food an’ drink, all sorts o’ events in which everyone can take part. We’re celebrating harvest so we thought up some good fun ones.

Drinking Competition

This one had to be there, we know yer all can handle yer drink so we set up a nice tent ‘n’ all for this event. Rules are simple, there’ll be around eight sets of competitors, they’ll both drink ‘till one or t’other passes out. Whoever wins will challenge the winner of the next round and so on ‘till there’s only one winner.

(( Each competitor receives three mugs each, for every drunk they both roll 1-20. Whoever gets the highest three times wins. ))

Target Practice

A silly but ‘alf decent one, any amount of people can join in. It’s a nice simple thing, yer get drunk and are given a slingshot and one stone. You stand on the float and there’ll be someone in a boat travellin’ back and forth. The aim is to be accurate enough to hit the boat and destroy it, which is quite hard whilst you’re drunk. The only way to do so is if you anticipate the next movement and fire fast enough.

Fishing Challenge

A more laid back task but more skill is involved, the rules are simple, the first one to catch twenty-five fish wins.

The Great Branborough Race

Only the fastest may compete, only the finest will survive. Those who take part must run the length of the town. The one who completes three laps first shall win!

The Grand Horse Pig Race!

One for the animal lovers, one for the beast tamers, one for the most mighty competitors of all, the pig race. Saddle up and charge toward victory upon your mighty steed! Those who do not compete can bet on their favourite pig.

Victories shall be witnessed, heroes will be made, history shall be written all at this grand event! You must come!

( Pigs are very unruly beasts an’ it’s no likely we can trap ‘em all in pens. )

*A few invitations are sent out to leaders of various trusted places: New Sorovitz, the Dwarven Nation, Elven Nation and Alras. A carefully drawn map, clearly stating the location of the town is in the centre.*

(( Private Message me for the co-ordinates if you are interested. We will instead attempt to get fast travel to our town. ))

[Lirinya 4036]

*Lorna claps excitedly and says to herself*

Well I ain't been 'ere in a long time! Nice t' see it still be flourishing'! Per'aps I should visit when th' festival is on!

[LaCabra (Soda) 1519]

Rill, annoyed at hearing the flyer flap without end upon his burrow door, stumbles out of bed and opens his door. He pulls the flyer off, and shuts the door quickly. He hops back into bed, and reads the note.

"A festival? A festival!!! This'll be the firs' I've ever been to! That is if I'm no' sick still..." says Rill.

Rill coughs up a storm, and falls asleep with the flyer still in his hand.

[Petyr 485]

What the fu...abulous!!!