In Only A Few Elven Days... A Festival!

[Ever 2648]

Before you stands a rather portly man, dressed in fine silks. In his outstretched hand is a flier, with the sketch of a tavern detailed on it.

 

 

"Friend! I can hear your coinpurse jingling from here! Come, enjoy the finest alcohols and the most exotic wares from around the world! In only a few Elven days we shall finally be opening our grand tavern. To celebrate, we'll be holding a festival! Enjoy food and drink from across the lands! Purchase precious gems and materials! Prove your strength or fishing prowess, or perhaps make a bit of coin as a merchant yourself! We're looking for ale providers, just so you know."

 

He grins, shoving the flier into your hand. 

 

"Go, go, tell your friends! And be sure to bring your coinpurse!" He laughs before waddling off to another person.

 

OOC Information:

 

• The event will take place this Saturday, June 1st, at 3 PM EST.
• It will take place a the GM tavern which is located near the crossroads/wilds docks.
• You can purchase a stall after roleplaying with a GM,  it will more than likely be me. These will be one-day stalls and will be torn down after the event is over.

Any questions, feel free to ask me!

[SkyyoBee 249]

*Anne de Sarkozy notes the time and place, excited by the prospect of such an event.*

 

((Gee Emme, I love it. Hah.))

[Shadeleaf 1024]

*Gathers the rest of the family, making sure to tell them to all be there* "This should be interesting~"

he says, gathering most of the Mina hoard, considering they are probably going to be spent and gone by the time the festival is over.

((Cant wait ^^ This gunna be good))

[Proddy 2415]

*Jack Hughes smiles, reading a flier that was posted on the notice board just outside of Kingston. He deicides to go to the festival, seeing it as a good opportunity to meet some of the locals and drink up some ale. Though he ponders why they decided to call it a strange name such as "Gee Emme"*

[Volutional 935]

Vollivander takes in all the information he will, and stands away and looks upon the scene. He thinks for brief moments as he rubs his smooth chin. He then takes his violin from his back and begins to improvise until a decent song is apparent.

 

Volli would then gaze around for inspiration that would be fitting for such an event, as to play at it should he be given the chance on the day.

[LPT 771]

*Zabgub grunts at the man handing him a letter, he slowly rips the poster from his hands, stomping away to the Orcish badlands to speak to Shar'ku about  either a stall, or a free day of killing humans.*

 

*Ser Maxmillion Silverblade grins happily as he receives the sheet upon his hands. "I am interested in your stall, what is your price?"  

[Bethykinss 158]

Beth takes the note into her hands looking down at the flier.

"Festival eh? This sounds rather interesting. I think maybe I will attend if I get the time, bring some friends with me as well."

Beth grins. She walks away, folding the flier up and going to tell some others of this grand opening.

[no longer active 734]

*Shorty Steelshanks reads the poster and begins laughing*

We will see who truly show up! A festival de same day 'o a major battle?! Dun worry, ah am sure de Shields will come.

[Lord of the Nublets 92]

Sheon prepares his goods for the long ride to the tavern. He takes a look at his iron flagon, and picks it up. "Might need this."

[leave me alone 995]

Jaskier looks up from his pint of ale, seeing a rather wealthy looking man, soon enough a flier is shoved in his hands. After a few seconds of reading the flier Jaskier looks up, seeing that the man has ran off.

 

"Interesting" Jaskier mutters as he looks back to the sheet.

 

Suddenly, Jaskier stands up, quickly running up the Tavern's stairs to his room.

 

"I need this.. This.. No not that.." He says to himself as he rummages through his various musical instruments and books. "Aha!" he exclaims as he withdraws his favorite lute. Jaskier moves back down, paying the innkeeper the final amount for the room and setting off on the long journey towards where the festival would be.

 

((Might be there, might not be.))