More than just a thousand words... (Trial for Keefe)
Nov 18, 2014 4:13:13 GMT
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Post by Gabriel Sinnett on Nov 18, 2014 4:13:13 GMT
Trial for Alonzo K. Ruxton, Open to any who can justify being at the festival.
The Great Fall Feast was just kicking off. Throughout Lodan the citizens were gearing up to celebrate the last feast of the fall season, hoping to get as much merriment as possible before the bitter winters of Lodan struck home. No district in Lodan was without it's merrymaking and the Merchants district was no different. The district was alive with the excited hum of crowds as they huddled together against the brisk evening air, watching the beginning of the festivities. All along the streets, shop owners were readying various wares, their stalls and shops soon to be inundated with shoppers eager for the fall feast bargains. In various locations within the district craftsmen were beginning to set up, eager to compete in the contests that the district was known for during festival times. Mechanics checked their tools, ready to build the best steam powered contraptions, builders stacked materials ready to delight party goers with feats of technical prowess. Toy makers checked springs, and clock makers polished settings of rare materials. Soon the competitions would begin, serious, eager participants hoping to be crowned winner, thus ensuring a swell in patronage in the coming months. There was even to be an art contest held on the third and final day of the festival, a good place for artists to display their abilities and art dealers to discover fresh talent. It was even rumored that this year, the artist to best capture and display a moment of the festival would, in addition to being declared the winner, have his or her work bought and displayed by Her Majesty. The lure of such a prize had drawn many a young and rising artist to join in the revelments so as to find the perfect moment to recreate. If a painting was worth a thousand words, many hoped to craft a saga with the stroke of their paintbrush...
The Great Fall Feast was just kicking off. Throughout Lodan the citizens were gearing up to celebrate the last feast of the fall season, hoping to get as much merriment as possible before the bitter winters of Lodan struck home. No district in Lodan was without it's merrymaking and the Merchants district was no different. The district was alive with the excited hum of crowds as they huddled together against the brisk evening air, watching the beginning of the festivities. All along the streets, shop owners were readying various wares, their stalls and shops soon to be inundated with shoppers eager for the fall feast bargains. In various locations within the district craftsmen were beginning to set up, eager to compete in the contests that the district was known for during festival times. Mechanics checked their tools, ready to build the best steam powered contraptions, builders stacked materials ready to delight party goers with feats of technical prowess. Toy makers checked springs, and clock makers polished settings of rare materials. Soon the competitions would begin, serious, eager participants hoping to be crowned winner, thus ensuring a swell in patronage in the coming months. There was even to be an art contest held on the third and final day of the festival, a good place for artists to display their abilities and art dealers to discover fresh talent. It was even rumored that this year, the artist to best capture and display a moment of the festival would, in addition to being declared the winner, have his or her work bought and displayed by Her Majesty. The lure of such a prize had drawn many a young and rising artist to join in the revelments so as to find the perfect moment to recreate. If a painting was worth a thousand words, many hoped to craft a saga with the stroke of their paintbrush...