A World of a Festival - August Event
Aug 2, 2016 7:55:40 GMT
Caitlin Cockfoster, Amon, and 3 more like this
Post by Admin on Aug 2, 2016 7:55:40 GMT
OOC: As with any event thread, it is open to everybody and the usual alt account rules do not apply; meaning you can join with all your characters as quickly (or slowly) as you'd like! This thread ICly starts at sundown of August 1st and continues through the night, ending on the 2nd. OOCly though, it will remain open for RPing until September 1st. You have until then to hit as many areas of the festival as you can in that time! (onaroll)
Rumors had spread that the curfew was going to be lifted long before the announcement had been made. CAEsAL employees were certain that it would be lifted, yet they could never provide a date as to when. Mingo’s Merchanics were less optimistic about the possibility, but they did harbor hope that the multitude of requests would make it through to the queen. And it was these two guilds who got notice that the amendment was going to be published before the public did; a whole three days, in fact. Ten days was not much, but it was enough to plan a festival that the whole city could enjoy. A festival celebrating the ability to traverse freely at night again.
But what good is a festival if it has no attractions?
Thus the word was sent out, a simple message really, asking the surrounding countries (save for Sveden and Bulruch) to come and prepare for a fair, bringing any and all things they wished to. The pains of war were draining the vaults of both CAEsAL and Mingo’s, and a festival filled with exotic, once in a lifetime commodities, was just the thing to wake up the public and have them enjoying life. The most money is made in sharing happiness, after all. The festival would last for one night, staying active all night long until sunrise, when the main attractions would start closing, and then morning when all the shop-keepers packed their wares.
Main Street ran east-west through the central courtyard of the Theater District and it was there that the largest two countries had control over selling their wares. From the main street there were several other roads that spread out through the district, and it was on these that the other attractions were set up (yet none outshined the two big name places).
On the eastern side of the courtyard, the familiar country of Masaa had claimed it as its domain. The country itself was known to be either very dry, or very wet depending on where you go and the wares they had to share reflected this. Ancient things dug out of the desert were displayed for sale, different carvings and materials that were usually made out of something that shined like gold—many of the salesmen weren’t even sure what they were. Bordering this were people selling exotic herbs, as well as things made from them. Wines derived from things never even heard of, bath oils and balms that carried a scent never experienced before. Mixed in with all the vendors was also quite the array of weapons, the blade kind at least. The food being cooked and served also carried a strong aroma with it that rivaled the scents present on the other streets. It was a spicy sort of smell that also had a sweet side to it, much like the country itself. Yet their wares did not end there as they also produced jewelry fitted with stones the people of Lodan had only heard about, art details pictures and scenes never before imagined, glassblowers crafting live for all to witness, and fabrics made to cover the body from head to toe while still keeping you cool in the hottest weather. So much more was also present as one traveled down the street, making it quickly the most popular sector.
Meanwhile, on the western end of Main Street was a new face in Lodan, the country of Tömörbata. This country had previously held minimal interaction with Lodan, but now with the mutual enemy of Sveden to fight against, they were uniting in attempt to end this prolonged war. They were using the festival as a way to introduce themselves to the public and gain support during the battles to come. Yet, their section was sparse, with animal skins both familiar and foreign to the residents of Lodan being the primary ware. The people who tended the stalls were adorned in furs and hides of animals, their faces rugged and foreign to the locals. Yet, they offered goods from afar, materials that were akin to ores, but stronger, and relics from distant lands. They even offered small carvings of stone and wood, light enough to travel miles across horseback, through mountains rougher than the highest ones in Lodan itself. Home to them did not exist, but their path included the valleys and mountains they walked as a tribe, as their life was that of traders and nomads. Their items relayed their stories where mere words could not.
To the northeast of the plaza were the roads that Ca’alla adopted for the fair. A geographic oddity, the archipelago was more affected by the feedback of the Anders’ portal than any other country, with each of its four islands being locked into a respective season. While some deemed this a curse, the pirates and bandits that acted as the islands’ merchants deemed it to be a blessing in disguise, being able to provide seasonal goods all year-round. Rather than truly specialize in one particular theme or set of goods, their wares could be best described as a one stop-shop, with their section of the roads divided into four large collection of stalls, each depicting a season. Whether it be the fruits and crops of the spring, the exotic animals and beetles of the summer, the wood and spices of the fall, or the furs and meats of the winter, their stall had pretty much anything to fit the need for a particular season, no matter what time of the year. And of course, it would be remiss of a group of islanders to not include their staple seaside wares. Fish and seafood of every variety was on display, a marvel to see for any avid fisherman. Just be careful about asking how they came across such a diverse catch, lest you have the time to hear a sea tale or two.
To the northwest was the domain claimed by Lodan’s City States; the West Indies. While technically still a province of Lodan, the West Indies island states had their own rich history to offer, the very reasons why Lodan soldiers had occupied it for the last few generations. Much of the sugar shipped into Lodan came from the West Indies, but very rarely did the nectar of various sweet fruits make the voyage – which is why they made sure it was available on this day. Papaya, pineapples, kiwi, carambola (star fruit) and Pepino. Ahead of the colorful fruit banquet, sat a set of large Steelpan drums, accompanied by a smaller set of bongos, and a little ukulele. They even went so far as to bookened their banquet with faux palm trees, and strung hammocks between the other fixtures (streetlamps, existing trees, etc). This way visitors could relax and enjoy the island beat with a nice exotic fruit smoothie. The area directly in front of the drummers was left open in case anyone got the urge to dance, particularly in the magical cast of sunset – whether over the ocean or not.
(A musical reference can be found here)
((More may be added to other sections))
To the southwest was the area claimed by Básil. Representing the nation in its first appearance for such a fair, the people of warm eyes and (usually) tan skin setting their stalls and talking in costal accents are already a sight that the usually cloudy Lodan doesn’t see everyday. The whole street carries a smell of spices and exotic plants and fruits diverse from anything grown in Lodan or the Indies, whichever flora could survive the trip through air or sea till Lodan, telling of a nation of sunny weather and humid forests. The attractions mix varied doses of rustic and modern for the times, full of booths selling artcrafts and little trinkets in clay, quartz, wood or hay, whistles that can mimic the chirping of birds, actual colorful birds, and paintings that tell of nature, old legends, fairytales and about the stars. Dotted among everything were vendors selling fresh baked goods, further filling the air with the aromas that first greeted anyone walking in.
With all the countries set up, there was one area that remained unclaimed: the southeast. On the official maps posted of the festival, this area was left nameless. Yet, should one travel to the sector, they’d find it to be as alive as anywhere else. The people running this area were local and friendly, yet the merchandise they advertised seemed foreign and strange. And while no one explicitly said the source of these strange wares, it was recognized in the minds of few as originating from Anderswelt, otherwise known as the “Shadow World” in recent times. When the great Ander migration occurred, the Anders could not bring much with them, and most of what they did bring was destroyed by the city or lost to time. But what did remain was preserved now by shadows behind the scenes, and for this one night, it could be replicated and displayed for the whole city to see.
And in the center of it all was the plaza, a large courtyard that was normally used for street performances from the many people of CAEsAL. Yet tonight it wasn’t limited to just that guild, but rather every visiting country. Masaa attracted the most people with their fire dancing, amazing everybody with the way they could seemingly spit fire and control it to their whims. Tömörbata had their own group of dancers, with their movements being silent and never causing even the slightest sound. It was impressive how they could create this air of silence in a crowd so large during the festival. Básil had a small group as well, mainly some musicians playing wind-based instruments, as well as a story-teller spinning a tale for all who stopped to listen.
Ca’alla had a group of people doing slight-of-hand tricks which involved calling a volunteer forward, robbing him silly without him noticing, and then returning all the belongings before issuing a challenge to anyone else hoping to beat their master pick-pockets. The West Indies featured a larger group of the musicians that played around their street stalls, sticking to a faster beat and pulling people in from the crowd to join them in dancing. And lastly, off to the side some, was a small choir of children singing songs in a language no one could understand; yet they had a sort of tranquility about them, drawing people in to listen.
On the northern edge of the plaza sat the Ferris Wheel, brought out of storage to be resurrected for the first time in ages. As it was constructed, it served as a bold beacon for all in the city to be reminded of the fact that the festival was coming and that there would be one night where they could forget the troubles of war and relax while enjoying themselves. They only charged a small fair to ride, providing all who desired a chance to climb into the sky and view the festival from above, or the stars from below. Either way, the two person carriages provided a great place to gain some peace and quiet and a small break (if so desired) from the roaring nightlife below.
Rumors had spread that the curfew was going to be lifted long before the announcement had been made. CAEsAL employees were certain that it would be lifted, yet they could never provide a date as to when. Mingo’s Merchanics were less optimistic about the possibility, but they did harbor hope that the multitude of requests would make it through to the queen. And it was these two guilds who got notice that the amendment was going to be published before the public did; a whole three days, in fact. Ten days was not much, but it was enough to plan a festival that the whole city could enjoy. A festival celebrating the ability to traverse freely at night again.
But what good is a festival if it has no attractions?
Thus the word was sent out, a simple message really, asking the surrounding countries (save for Sveden and Bulruch) to come and prepare for a fair, bringing any and all things they wished to. The pains of war were draining the vaults of both CAEsAL and Mingo’s, and a festival filled with exotic, once in a lifetime commodities, was just the thing to wake up the public and have them enjoying life. The most money is made in sharing happiness, after all. The festival would last for one night, staying active all night long until sunrise, when the main attractions would start closing, and then morning when all the shop-keepers packed their wares.
Main Street ran east-west through the central courtyard of the Theater District and it was there that the largest two countries had control over selling their wares. From the main street there were several other roads that spread out through the district, and it was on these that the other attractions were set up (yet none outshined the two big name places).
On the eastern side of the courtyard, the familiar country of Masaa had claimed it as its domain. The country itself was known to be either very dry, or very wet depending on where you go and the wares they had to share reflected this. Ancient things dug out of the desert were displayed for sale, different carvings and materials that were usually made out of something that shined like gold—many of the salesmen weren’t even sure what they were. Bordering this were people selling exotic herbs, as well as things made from them. Wines derived from things never even heard of, bath oils and balms that carried a scent never experienced before. Mixed in with all the vendors was also quite the array of weapons, the blade kind at least. The food being cooked and served also carried a strong aroma with it that rivaled the scents present on the other streets. It was a spicy sort of smell that also had a sweet side to it, much like the country itself. Yet their wares did not end there as they also produced jewelry fitted with stones the people of Lodan had only heard about, art details pictures and scenes never before imagined, glassblowers crafting live for all to witness, and fabrics made to cover the body from head to toe while still keeping you cool in the hottest weather. So much more was also present as one traveled down the street, making it quickly the most popular sector.
Meanwhile, on the western end of Main Street was a new face in Lodan, the country of Tömörbata. This country had previously held minimal interaction with Lodan, but now with the mutual enemy of Sveden to fight against, they were uniting in attempt to end this prolonged war. They were using the festival as a way to introduce themselves to the public and gain support during the battles to come. Yet, their section was sparse, with animal skins both familiar and foreign to the residents of Lodan being the primary ware. The people who tended the stalls were adorned in furs and hides of animals, their faces rugged and foreign to the locals. Yet, they offered goods from afar, materials that were akin to ores, but stronger, and relics from distant lands. They even offered small carvings of stone and wood, light enough to travel miles across horseback, through mountains rougher than the highest ones in Lodan itself. Home to them did not exist, but their path included the valleys and mountains they walked as a tribe, as their life was that of traders and nomads. Their items relayed their stories where mere words could not.
To the northeast of the plaza were the roads that Ca’alla adopted for the fair. A geographic oddity, the archipelago was more affected by the feedback of the Anders’ portal than any other country, with each of its four islands being locked into a respective season. While some deemed this a curse, the pirates and bandits that acted as the islands’ merchants deemed it to be a blessing in disguise, being able to provide seasonal goods all year-round. Rather than truly specialize in one particular theme or set of goods, their wares could be best described as a one stop-shop, with their section of the roads divided into four large collection of stalls, each depicting a season. Whether it be the fruits and crops of the spring, the exotic animals and beetles of the summer, the wood and spices of the fall, or the furs and meats of the winter, their stall had pretty much anything to fit the need for a particular season, no matter what time of the year. And of course, it would be remiss of a group of islanders to not include their staple seaside wares. Fish and seafood of every variety was on display, a marvel to see for any avid fisherman. Just be careful about asking how they came across such a diverse catch, lest you have the time to hear a sea tale or two.
To the northwest was the domain claimed by Lodan’s City States; the West Indies. While technically still a province of Lodan, the West Indies island states had their own rich history to offer, the very reasons why Lodan soldiers had occupied it for the last few generations. Much of the sugar shipped into Lodan came from the West Indies, but very rarely did the nectar of various sweet fruits make the voyage – which is why they made sure it was available on this day. Papaya, pineapples, kiwi, carambola (star fruit) and Pepino. Ahead of the colorful fruit banquet, sat a set of large Steelpan drums, accompanied by a smaller set of bongos, and a little ukulele. They even went so far as to bookened their banquet with faux palm trees, and strung hammocks between the other fixtures (streetlamps, existing trees, etc). This way visitors could relax and enjoy the island beat with a nice exotic fruit smoothie. The area directly in front of the drummers was left open in case anyone got the urge to dance, particularly in the magical cast of sunset – whether over the ocean or not.
(A musical reference can be found here)
((More may be added to other sections))
To the southwest was the area claimed by Básil. Representing the nation in its first appearance for such a fair, the people of warm eyes and (usually) tan skin setting their stalls and talking in costal accents are already a sight that the usually cloudy Lodan doesn’t see everyday. The whole street carries a smell of spices and exotic plants and fruits diverse from anything grown in Lodan or the Indies, whichever flora could survive the trip through air or sea till Lodan, telling of a nation of sunny weather and humid forests. The attractions mix varied doses of rustic and modern for the times, full of booths selling artcrafts and little trinkets in clay, quartz, wood or hay, whistles that can mimic the chirping of birds, actual colorful birds, and paintings that tell of nature, old legends, fairytales and about the stars. Dotted among everything were vendors selling fresh baked goods, further filling the air with the aromas that first greeted anyone walking in.
With all the countries set up, there was one area that remained unclaimed: the southeast. On the official maps posted of the festival, this area was left nameless. Yet, should one travel to the sector, they’d find it to be as alive as anywhere else. The people running this area were local and friendly, yet the merchandise they advertised seemed foreign and strange. And while no one explicitly said the source of these strange wares, it was recognized in the minds of few as originating from Anderswelt, otherwise known as the “Shadow World” in recent times. When the great Ander migration occurred, the Anders could not bring much with them, and most of what they did bring was destroyed by the city or lost to time. But what did remain was preserved now by shadows behind the scenes, and for this one night, it could be replicated and displayed for the whole city to see.
And in the center of it all was the plaza, a large courtyard that was normally used for street performances from the many people of CAEsAL. Yet tonight it wasn’t limited to just that guild, but rather every visiting country. Masaa attracted the most people with their fire dancing, amazing everybody with the way they could seemingly spit fire and control it to their whims. Tömörbata had their own group of dancers, with their movements being silent and never causing even the slightest sound. It was impressive how they could create this air of silence in a crowd so large during the festival. Básil had a small group as well, mainly some musicians playing wind-based instruments, as well as a story-teller spinning a tale for all who stopped to listen.
Ca’alla had a group of people doing slight-of-hand tricks which involved calling a volunteer forward, robbing him silly without him noticing, and then returning all the belongings before issuing a challenge to anyone else hoping to beat their master pick-pockets. The West Indies featured a larger group of the musicians that played around their street stalls, sticking to a faster beat and pulling people in from the crowd to join them in dancing. And lastly, off to the side some, was a small choir of children singing songs in a language no one could understand; yet they had a sort of tranquility about them, drawing people in to listen.
On the northern edge of the plaza sat the Ferris Wheel, brought out of storage to be resurrected for the first time in ages. As it was constructed, it served as a bold beacon for all in the city to be reminded of the fact that the festival was coming and that there would be one night where they could forget the troubles of war and relax while enjoying themselves. They only charged a small fair to ride, providing all who desired a chance to climb into the sky and view the festival from above, or the stars from below. Either way, the two person carriages provided a great place to gain some peace and quiet and a small break (if so desired) from the roaring nightlife below.